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My name is David Bellham and I just turned 18. As soon as I became legal, men started clawing at the chance to sleep with me. Old men aren’t exactly my type though. I’m more interested in the younger crowd. However, that hasn’t worked out for me yet. It seems most guys my age don’t want to sleep with me, and the only openly gay guy at my school is taken. It doesn’t make much sense to me though. I’m easily the most attractive guy at that shithole school. “Too bad, so sad.” As my mom would say, although she doesn’t know I’m gay, so I can’t discuss this dilemma with her. Both her and my father are devout Catholics who attend church every Sunday. How do I get out of this sticky situation? 

Well, I’ve been applying for lifeguard jobs all summer. Despite my lean and chiseled physique, I haven’t gotten a single job. Apparently I’m a terrible swimmer. I decided to apply for a pool cleaning job after seeing a flyer, and guess what? I got it! I started last Saturday and I’m making $15/hour. I’ve never seen that amount of money in my lifetime. While I was cleaning the pool, the home owner’s son kept staring at me. I think he may have been drawing me, but I don’t mind. I would draw me if I were him too. 

I decided to take off my shirt at one point due to the blistering heat, and he began to stare more intently. His attraction was quite obvious by then. I looked back at him and he quickly averted his gaze. I didn’t mean to make him nervous. I just couldn’t help it. When I finished cleaning the pool, I went inside to fix myself a glass of lemonade. The homeowner said I could help myself to anything in the fridge. I grabbed the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, and when I closed the fridge, the homeowner’s son was standing right there. 

I was startled for a moment, but when I realized who it was, I was calm once again. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked in a friendly tone. “G-good.” He stuttered. He was clearly nervous, judging by his demeanor and stutter. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” I reassured. He seemed to become less nervous, as if he actually thought I was going to bite him. “Ok.” He replied. “Yeah. So, were you drawing me earlier?” 

“Um, no?” I laughed. “You don’t have to lie, man. I saw you drawing me and I’m fine with it.” “Oh ok. Do you wanna see it?”

“Sure.” I walked into the living room where he had been drawing. I noticed his curly black hair glistening in the sunlight. It had a real shine to it. He was also clearly thin and wearing a flannel button-up over a white t-shirt, accompanied with jeans. I found him sexy. I guess I have a thing for shy, skinny introverts. 

He lifted up the drawing from the desk conveniently situated in front of the window looking out at the backyard. “It’s not quite done yet,” he remarked. “It’s great man. Really compliments my physique.” I flexed for the thirsty artist. “Ha, yeah. I don’t have a crush on you or anything. I just like drawing.” “Okay. Didn’t say you did.” Weird how he chose to draw me shirtless out of everything he could’ve drawn, but okay. “Alright, well I gotta go. My work here is done.” I began to walk out the door when he verbally stopped me. “Wait! Um, I lied about something.” I turned around, my arms crossed and waiting for clarification. “Well? Come on, what’s the lie?” “Uh, I have a crush on you.” I was admittedly quite dumbstruck. I didn’t expect him to be that forward. “If you’re straight, just forget I said anything.” “No, it’s ok. I have a crush on you too.” Now he’s dumbstruck. “Oh,” he replied. “Do you wanna stay a while?” He asked. 

Of course I agreed. I watched him draw some birds for a little while, but I couldn’t help but think about his wet mouth on my enormous, pulsing cock. I kept thinking about my cock flooding his hole with my sperm. I wanted him to ride my cock while he drew. Moaning and begging for more, putting the pencil down every once in a while to really immerse himself in the experience. I knew I’d have to start slow though. He didn’t strike me as the experienced type. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he drew and he nervously twitched a bit. I began to rub his shoulder to calm him down. He continued drawing for a little while, until I decided to be bold. “Maybe you should take your shirt off. It’s a little hot in here.” He looked up at me doe-eyed. “I don’t really take my shirt off in front of anyone.” “But you have such a great physique,” I replied. He blushed a bit before deciding to take it off. He was quite thin as I was able to tell, but he also was completely hairless. “Does he shave?” I thought to myself. 

I began to massage both his shoulders this time. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I could tell how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to rip off his pants and fuck him then and there, but I knew I couldn’t. That would require more easing. “Oh yeah. That feels so good.” I could see he was biting his bottom lip. My cock was starting to get rock hard. I imagined stroking his cock while stroking mine, then sharing an earth-shattering orgasm. “Have you had sex before?” I asked, entirely expecting him to say no. “Yes,” he replied, which completely caught me by surprise. “Really? How was it?” I curiously asked. “It was amazing. I sucked his cock while he massaged my shoulders, sort of like what you’re doing now.” It seemed like he was becoming less nervous, maybe because of the massage, my aura, or both. “He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I savored every last drop.” My dick felt like it was about to implode. “Then he fucked me over this very desk.” “And where was your dad?” I asked. “I have no idea. Probably getting his dick sucked too. He’s a serial cheater.” That’s a lot of information. 

“Oh. Um, have you sucked any cock or taken any since?” “No, unfortunately. I’ve been starving for it though.” It’s now or never. “Do you wanna suck mine?” He looked up at me. I could tell that question made him nervous. “Uh, I don’t know. My dad’s gonna be home soon.” What? No he isn’t. He’s gonna be gone at least 4 more hours. Why is he lying? “Are you nervous or something? Trust me, you won’t push me away if it isn’t perfect.” He hesitated for a moment. “Ok. But can we move up to my bedroom? I’ll feel more comfortable in there.” “Sure,” I replied. 

We moved up to his bedroom for some peace and quiet. He asked me to lay down on his bed for maximum comfort. He took off my pants then began to rub my throbbing shaft up and down. I could already feel the sperm about to shoot when he stopped. He placed his wet mouth on the head then began to suck. “Wow,” I uttered out loud. He was really into it it seemed. He was vigorously sucking my cock, like a parched man stranded in the desert. He gagged on my cock like it was a delicious popsicle. He gently caressed my balls while jerking and sucking my pecker. As I almost reached my climax, he abruptly stopped. “Do you mind if I ride your cock?” He asked. “Sure,” I replied. He almost jumped on my cock it seemed. He slowly eased my rock hard cock into his smooth, tender ass. His rose-colored tunnel was so warm and moist from the saliva on my cock. He began to ride my cock, the entire length of it filling him. He moaned in ecstasy as it continuously hit his prostate. I felt like my cock was going to combust. The riding session was in overdrive as he rode my cock and we both moaned in sync. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” He announced. This whole time I didn’t notice that he was jacking his uncircumcised cock. He hopped off my dick and came loads onto my chiseled torso. I came shortly thereafter, spurting loads into the air which landed on me, our cum mixed together in an opaque, white mess. He walked over and kissed me with his sultry lips. That was my first sexual experience, and the best I’ve ever had. 

Did I leave my Magic Egg Masturbator & EdgeMaster on the kitchen table deliberately, or was it simply one of my increasingly dopey acts of forgetfulness that made me wonder if my sixty odd years were finally getting the better of me? Whatever the case, it was a dead cert that Mark, our handyman and generally sweet guy, was going to find it as he settled in for a coffee and chat, having completed the chores that had built up over the last few months.

I’d developed a bit of a school-boy crush on him ever since he’d started helping around the house over a year ago now, filling in the chasm-like gaps in my own general knowledge about such things. 

He was married with school-aged kids and retained his own boyish charm, along with a lived-in handsomeness that I found distinctly attractive. This, coupled with his ability to put his hand to almost any task, made him as close to a superman in my eyes as it’s possible to get.

Not that I had the slightest intention of making a move on him, straight is straight as far as I’m concerned, and married with kids sends a pretty strong message. But I enjoyed my private adoration nonetheless, and any excuse to have him come around and fix something (anything!) was okay by me.

So I was a little surprised when he moved aside a bundle of papers I’d been organising on the table and out rolled the aforementioned device. 

“What’s this?” he asked innocently, picking up the black rubber egg and examining it closely, causing me to almost drop the tray of tea things I was bringing to the table at that exact moment.

Now I don’t know if you’re familiar with these appliances, so a quick description may be in order. It’s egg shaped, about the size of a hand, made of semi-hard rubber and with a penis-sized trough on one side in which to insert one’s penis, naturally. A series of small buttons on the side control vibration and intensity; all in all, hours of good clean fun can be had, alone or with a friend. 

And this is what my handyman was now holding in his hand and examining with forensic interest. 

Hastily regaining my composure I carefully put the tray down on the table and went to take the mysterious object from him, but he would have none of it. Sliding a couple of fingers along the groove (where my cock had reposed only a short while beforehand), he noticed the buttons on the side and pressed one, instantly starting up the small motor at the tip of the egg which proceeded to massage his fingers in a pleasant and telling manner.

The look on his face told me that the jig was up. I blushed scarlet, which simply confirmed his worst (or best) suspicions, and he burst out laughing, making my face glow even redder. 

“This is one up on my fleshlight”, he offered, still chuckling as he slid his fingers in and out of the vibrating egg. It took me a few seconds to recognise the intimate confession he’d just shared with me, and my cock twitched in no uncertain fashion at the realisation. I laughed, plonking myself down on the chair next to his and theatrically wiping my brow.

“Okay I confess, I’m a wanker!” I looked at Mark’s smiling face and he returned the intimacy.

“Me too” he replied, suddenly slightly more serious. “Can I try it?” 

The look on my face must have been priceless, because he burst out laughing again, leaving me unsure as to how to respond.

“Seriously?” I asked, treasuring our friendship too much to have it compromised over a misunderstanding.

He pushed himself up from the table and started unbuckling his belt, leaving me in no doubt as to his seriousness.

AJ snarled – “I do you a solid and you ignore the one thing I ask – be done in 90 minutes and make sure my room doesn’t smell like man sex. You didn’t do either thing for me. Get it cleaned up and aired out now. Syd is coming over and if it smells like ass/cum in here when she arrives, I’m gonna make you disappear.”

A chill ran down both of our spines, we looked at each other and started cleaning. Brady ran for the vacuum, I opened the windows and straightened up the bed we were using (shit it was Jer’s). I grabbed some pine sol out of the cleaning cabinet and poured it into a bowl with some water to let the pine scent take over the room.

Brady vacuumed while I started to pick the condoms out of the trash can and thought better of it and just took the trash out. By the time AJ was out of the shower the room was spotless and there was no residual man sex smell left. Brady and I crashed on a love sac in the TV room and burst out laughing.

Brady was the first to recover – “Thanks for that, I definitely want to do that again. So do you think he meant what he said – he would make us disappear?”

I laughed – “You know what, I don’t know. I don’t think I have seen him that upset before but he had every right to be. He gave us 90 minutes and we should have paid better attention to the time. I think we need to do something to make it up to him.”

We made our way to Brady’s room to grab his wallet, I was leaning against Brady’s door when he stopped, leaned into me, and kissed me. God, he was a great kisser. The next thing I know I’m falling into his room as his big brother opened the door from the other side and we fell into the room with Brady landing on top of me.

Roberto, his big brother, told us to give it a rest. The amount of noise coming out of Jer and AJ’s room told everyone that we had been at it and after the 3rd or 4th orgasm, we needed to put it away. We were trying hard not to laugh, and the glass of ice water dumped on us ensured we did. “Nobody gives a shit if you are gay, bi, straight, experimenting but no one wants to see your sex acts in person. Stop acting like cats in heat for fucks sake.”

At that moment, AJ and Syd walked by on their way to his room. Brady was still lying on top of me and Roberto had just walked off. Syd let it fly – “You know, most people go in the room before they fuck like bunnies. Just a thought.” AJ, Brady, and I started laughing. She was going to be really good for AJ, as much of a smart mouth as he is and damn, they were stunning in their own rights but together fuck I might turn bi-sexual. I was boning up just staring at the two of them.

AJ winked at me – “So Stevie, not as gay as you thought… Interesting.” How the hell did he know what I was thinking? Brady whispered to me as they went into AJ’s room – ‘I’d love to be naked and have sex with those two as well. They could do whatever they wanted to me – I’d even take that anaconda up my ass just to be able to enjoy the orgasm with them.’ “What the fuck Roberto?”

Roberto smiled as he walked back into their room – “You are still on the floor together and I thought you needed to cool off some more. Given you did not take the last hint pledge you need to fill my glass with ice water. NOW.” We both jumped up and Roberto called us out for being hard as rocks again. He suggested we may need to wear chastity belts to limit our sexual appetite.

Brady grabbed the glass and made for the kitchen and I decided to make myself scarce. I was glad the house was ok with us being gay but everyone had their limits – disrespect, overt actions in public spaces and not taking hints from the brothers in the house. I guess it was more common sense on our part, I now needed to find time to apologize to AJ and make sure we were square. He did do us a solid and we disrespected him by not following through on the one ask he had for us.

I sent a quick text to Brady – ‘dude, we need to find a way to make it up to AJ.’

Brady – ‘WTF for’

Me – ‘DH, we disrespected him. He gave us a place for 90 minutes of fun. How would you like walking into a room seeing Roberto and some skank?’

Brady – ‘solid. Got ya.’

Brady and I convinced Roberto to head to the store with us to grab a bottle of wine as an apology to AJ. We grabbed a wine from Chelan, WA – EJ Family Winery a 2002 Cabernet, we also grabbed some cheese, crackers, and some salami. When we got back to the house, we immediately went to AJ’s room but everyone was gone so we arranged all of the items on AJ’s desk and left a note – ‘AJ, we are truly sorry for not living up to our end of the agreed upon bargain, Love ya bro – Steve and Brady.’

It was late in the afternoon on a Friday so we went and found our pledge brothers and decided what we were going to do tonight – pizza and a movie in the chapter room. We reserved the chapter room and ordered pizza for delivery, grabbed sleeping bags, pillows, and a few Lovesacs that were in our rooms. By the time the pizza arrived, we had the chapter room converted into a freshman movie theater. We started with The Lord of the Rings – The Two Towers and then moved on to Star Wars: Episode II and then on to Spider-Man. It was around 2 am by the time we started the Spider-Man movie and over half the class was asleep.

Around 3 am AJ came bounding into the room jumping on all of us professing his undying love for Syd and boasting they would be married and have lots of babies. The way he was moving around the room reminded all of us of the Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil but he was so sure of his future it was amazing. After a few minutes of annoying all of us, he settled down with the rest of us to watch the rest of the Spider Man movie. He snuggled in between Brent and me. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow – he was Mach 5 with his hair on fire not more than 60 seconds ago and now he was cuddled up between the two of us sound asleep.

Brent chuckled at the sight, hugged our friend, and kissed the top of his head. AJ had that effect on everyone – when he was awake, he was your best mate and when he was asleep, he was someone everyone wanted to protect. When the sun came up at just after 6:00 AM, we all started coming to life to begin our weekly house cleaning. Everyone was slow to wake up but we realized AJ was already up but nowhere to be found. Cleaning activities were to start at 7:30 AM on the dot so we all slowly made our way to our rooms taking our sleeping bags, pillows, and other items back to our rooms.

At 7:00 AM we were all in the kitchen grabbing a bowl of cereal prior to cleaning when the back door bounces open and in walks AJ in a pair of small running shorts, running shoes, his iPod and earphones, and a bottle of water. Brady asked him what time he got up and was not surprised to hear he was up and out of the house at around 5:30 and ran 13+ miles this morning. AJ caught me staring so he hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear in good fun – ‘Stevie has a stiffie’, he kissed my cheek and grabbed a bowl of cereal. He thanked Brady and me for the wine, cheese, and salami. He had a grin on his face when he was talking so I knew something was up.

I asked him about it. He thought it was a bit humorous that we had gifted him a wine that he actually created for his family’s winery, EJ Family Winery. We were all asking him questions at this point when in walked the two sophomores that were supposed to make certain we got the house cleaned up – Travis (Trav) and Jeremiah (Jer). They tried to be hard asses in telling us to get to work but when AJ drew attention to himself, they both relaxed a bit. Jer was his big, which caught everyone off guard as Trav was the only sophomore that no freshman other than AJ put on their list for matches. As the Pledge Class President I had tried to find out what the deal was but had not been able to get to the bottom of it and there was a story there.

Brent and I talked at length about it and the only conclusion we could come up with was that the upperclassmen saw that Trav was attracted to AJ but the stupid thing about that was so was Jer, he was just more discrete about it. Ah, straight boys with gay infatuations – this was definitely going to be an epic time for all of us.

Brent, Seth, and I were openly gay with Brady and Kyle being more than willing participants in a little man-on-man action, now we also had a couple of others (Jeremy and Austin) that would dabble but only on the down low (keep it from the actual brothers in the house). Our first semester was awesome, the pledge class came together and gelled like a real family. We had a couple of sneak-away weekends where all the pledges left unexpectedly and went to a cabin or campsite without telling the brothers. There were extra chores when we got back but the bonding experiences were awesome. In retrospect, I was surprised how little sex was actually had on these weekends – it was more about getting to know each other, sharing our fears and dreams, and bonding.

As the semester came to a close just before Christmas, we had our last event of the year, and was optional for everyone as it would require folks to leave for home a day later for the holiday break. The pledge classes of AGR, ATO, Kappa, and AOPi put together a Christmas dance/get-together, and each person attending was randomly assigned to someone outside their house as a secret Santa.

We had a great turnout – almost 70% from each house, now we had a problem – none of our houses were large enough to effectively host 230+ people. We were on the verge of canceling when AJ walked into our meeting by mistake and overheard the issue. He asked to hold on canceling for 30 minutes while he made a couple of calls. When he stepped back in, he had secured the use of the local high school gymnasium – the principal and several of the faculty were enamored with AJ after he talked to their students earlier in the week.

The event was upon us and the planning had gone almost without a hitch. Booze was snuck into the venue but most everyone had partied before arriving. AJ was late arriving; he had forgotten something for Syd and wanted to make sure he got it to her before she flew home. When he arrived there was a Senior, Jarod from ATO that was hitting on Syd; she was trying to diffuse the situation but Jarod was drunk and a bit aggressive.

AJ stepped between Syd and Jarod which got Jarod riled up and a verbal barrage hit AJ in the face.  At this point several of the ATOs were trying to get Jarod to walk away – it was clear this was the ex-boyfriend Syd had been referring to earlier but Jarod was drunk and, in the mood, to fight. AJ told Jarod to have a great night and turned to escort Syd to another part of the gym. With AJ’s back to him, Jarod launched a punch to the back of AJ’s head which missed because AJ moved out of its path causing Jarod to hit the floor.

AJ and Syd kept walking which incensed Jarod even more. Now there were members of both houses getting involved and a fight was on the verge of erupting. AJ stepped through the line of his brothers – “So Jarod, you want to fight and it looks like you are bringing some of your brothers with you. To avoid ruining the night, let’s make a deal – you and me ‘mano y mano’ and no matter who wins everyone else stays out of it.” Jarod and everyone agreed except Syd, she was livid. Jarod was much bigger than AJ and she didn’t want him getting hurt because some Neanderthal thought he deserved her attention. She was very vocal about it and the girls in attendance were behind her. AJ kissed her cheek and whatever he said in her ear set her mind at ease.

Before AJ had turned Jarod launched himself again, AJ avoided this attack as well but Jarod remained on his feet. AJ did taunt him for always attacking when his back was turned and Jarod saw red and went right at AJ again landing a glancing blow to AJ’s right shoulder which only happened because one of Jarod’s housemates had stopped AJ from moving too far. This elicited a lot of words and actions from the females in the room. The two sororities formed a two-row barrier between AJ, Jarod, and the rest of the brothers. Syd yelled out to the men of ATO and AGR – if there is further interference, I will guarantee you all the worst reputation on the WSU campus – ‘horrible in bed’, ‘little dicks’, ‘bad hygiene’, genuinely horrible men.

With the ring established Jarod went at AJ again, this time as he slid by Jarod, AJ grabbed his right wrist stopping his forward momentum, then slid his leg and hip forward tossing Jarod face down on the floor. AJ had his knee in the guy’s back and his right arm wrenched up behind his back. Jarod was screaming and his buddies were telling AJ he was dead if he caused permanent damage. The girls again intervened – y’all agreed to the terms if there is any retaliation the same outcome applies. Someone in the group yelled out – ‘they are just a bunch of little boys, maybe we need to go to council and get them stripped of any social events for the next three years. That comment shut them all up.

While this was going on, AJ was helping Jarod up and adjusting his suit. No one saw exactly what happened but Jarod yielded and AJ let it go. We later found out that Jarod did not want to lose his baseball scholarship by having his shoulder injured and evidently sobered up enough to know he was in a position to lose it all.

Jarod and his group of 5 friends left the event and everyone had a great time.

The next morning it was time to head for home, AJ’s parents were in the foyer of the house when we all started coming to life. AJ was nowhere to be found, Brent called Syd who answered on the second ring – yeah AJ is on his way back to your house, he spent the night here so keep that to yourself. Brent let her know his parents were there looking for him. AJ walked in the front door at that moment. All of his pledge brothers and some members of the house had gathered and were talking to Mr. and Mrs. O’Brien, when AJ walked in everyone was interested to see how the silver-tongued devil would deal with this situation.

AJ walked up to his folks and hugged them both giving his Mama a kiss on the cheek. He told them he was packed and would grab his bag and be right back down with no mention of where he was and why he was just getting home. Mr. O’Brien asked if there were any other members of the fraternity that were heading back to the Wenatchee / Chelan area that would like a plane ride home instead of the grueling drive. Several hands went up – including mine; Mr. O’Brien indicated that everyone should fit as long as they were not taking a large amount of luggage. The 7 of us that were going back with AJ and his parents started calling our parents to pick us up, it was just over an hour by plane which beat the hell of a 3.5-hour drive from Pullman to Wenatchee and the four hours to Chelan. The O’Brien’s invited everyone to their home for lunch with our parents.

Sydney walked in as we were making our calls, it appeared she had her parents in tow. She walked straight up to Mr. and Mrs. O’Brien as AJ came down the stairs – “Mr. & Mrs. O’Brien, my name is Sydney Marie O’Reilly and I will be marrying your son at some point in the future. These are my parents, Charlene and Elliot O’Reilly. Mom/Dad, this is Evelyn and Jonathan O’Brien the parents of the most magnificent person I have ever known, Aaron Jonathan O’Brien and dear don’t let it go to your head.” With that said Syd pulled AJ into the hottest kiss I have ever witnessed between two straight people.

The parents were chatting away and it was clear they knew about the other child. There were chuckles heard occasionally but it was clear both Syd and AJ had clearly articulated that they would be married for life. It was clear AJ had not shared the fact he had been initially shot down with his parents. AJ made it clear it was a flaw in Sydney he was willing to live with as she finally came to her senses.

Everyone was heading home, the brothers that lived near Chelan were heading out with AJ the remainder were driving home. Everyone loaded into several cars and drove the short distance to the airport, what no one knew was that Syd, her parents a couple of her sorority sisters would be stopping in Chelan as both families had their own planes. The difference was that AJ and his parents had their pilot’s license, which allowed AJ to pilot us home. 

When everyone was on the ground in Chelan, AJ noticed Sydney and her parents stepping off another plane, it was wild watching the recognition come over his face and the desire to grab her but the obligation to finalize the flight logs. Everyone but AJ, his Pops, and Syd headed for their lakefront home. AJ and Jon finished up their reporting while Syd held AJ’s hand. The three of them showed up 15 minutes later at a house full of their friends and parents for an impromptu luncheon.

My mom – Elizabeth marched up to AJ and hugged him – “AJ, my son adores you so I’m glad to meet you.” AJ rolled with the directness of my mom, which can be even more direct than our friend AJ. Syd was attached to AJ’s arm and was visibly amused by my mom Elizabeth, she winked at me when she caught me staring. It was obvious she could read my frustration with the chatterbox that is Elizabeth.

We met AJ’s grandma, Nanny. She was a hoot; it was clear she could be a fag hag if needs be. She fell right into the conversation the frat bros were having but all the while kept her eye on AJ and Syd. Lunch was fantastic, the food and the desserts were to die for which made it all the more difficult to understand how AJ stayed so fit, bastard.

Those of us that lived in the area started to leave with our families after saying our goodbyes to the O’Brien family. It was clear AJ and Syd were going to be getting the third degree from their parents as they continued to hang about. Mental note to interrogate AJ when we return to campus, it is too damn bad he is straight, that boy has me hard all the time.

On the ride home my mom was grilling me about all the guys she had met that day and cautioned me about having a crush on a straight boy with a girlfriend that was drop-dead gorgeous. I told her AJ is definitely a 10+, I know he is off limits but a guy can dream, can’t he?

The Christmas break was fantastic, I got to hang out with my family and just relax. The first semester of school had been more challenging than I expected. Just before New Year’s, I received my grades for the semester – I had taken 15 credits, which worked out to be 5 classes. My mom was livid when she saw my grades – 2 B, 1 C+, and 2 Cs a 2.5 grade point average. I was excited as I made it into the house and would become a full-fledged member after initiation when we returned from break. She read me the riot act about too much partying and screwing around. I took my verbal beating and agreed to do better, but she wanted me to call all my pledge brothers and find out what their grades were. I got ahold of 10 of 15 on the first try and 4 of the remaining 5 over the next couple of days. What I found out is that everyone had taken 15 hours of classes and the ranking of our class was – 1. Zach – 3.60, 2. Kyle – 3.44, 3. Joey – 3.40, 4. Brady & Ian – 3.10, 6. Brent, Jeff & Todd – 3.00, 9. Dave – 2.95, 10. Billy – 2.65, 11. Steve – 2.50, 12. Seth – 2.35, 13. Randy – 2.30 and 14. Mike – 2.25. This meant that 14 of 15 had made grades and would be going through initiation together, AJ, his family along with Syd and her family, had gone skiing in Canada for a few days. For those of you that have not been in a fraternity, your pledge order is important because everything important that goes on in a house is by pledge number and that is determined by your pledge order – the higher the grades the lower the number.

On January first I received a phone call from AJ, he and his family had returned home and received my message. We had a great catch-up on our antics over the break, we talked about grades – I asked if he had looked at his, which he hadn’t. I let him know that everyone else had made grades, I heard the rustling of papers and what sounded like an envelope being opened – AJ let me know he made grades. I conveyed the class rank as I understood it from Brent – Zach, Kyle, Joey, Brady, Ian, Todd, Brent, Jeff, Dave, Billy, Steve, Seth, Randy, and Mike – the ties are broken by the best 1st, 2nd, 3rd top grade. AJ was not offering up his GPA, so I flat out asked him to which he hemmed and hawed about his grades. He eventually let me know his GPA was 3.95. I was floored given he was only at school about half of the time due to his commitment to his state office. I congratulated him on his effort and kidded him that he must have used his body to make his grades. He was immediately on the defensive and let me know he was not happy with the ribbing. He let me know in no uncertain terms he worked his ass off, I apologized and let him know that it did in fact catch me off guard but I also knew he was an overachiever.

After wrapping up with AJ I immediately called Brent to gossip, he’s my go-to guy. He wasn’t shocked by AJ’s grades, he reminded me that AJ had been accepted to Harvard, Yale, and Stanford – all universities that have VERY high standards for admission. I made a mental note to apologize to AJ when we got back to school and I realized I needed to talk to my mom about my grades and let her know I would work harder for the 2nd semester. My 2.5 GPA compared to AJ’s 3.95 given the amount of time on campus was a slap upside the head – I needed to stop chasing the boys and drinking so much.

To keep my scholarship, I needed a 3.5 GPA for my second semester, uggghhh. Well at the end of the day college is meant to grow and learn as a human being – I gained weight and learned to drink, now I needed to focus on learning and getting back in shape as part of my future. I also made a mental note to talk to our pledge class and make certain that everyone got their shit together related to their grades and physical fitness. I intended to propose a goal for each of us to achieve at minimum a 3.25 GPA for the second half of the year. Our current average GPA for the class was only 2.97 and none of us were short on brains so it should be achievable. We also needed to start upping our fitness game – spring was coming and no one liked to see chubby bunnies without their shirts on. We could use AJ’s focus as a guide.

Brent did ask what time we needed to be at AJ’s house to join him on the flight back to school, when I told him I didn’t know he laughed out loud at me – “Damn you get distracted whenever you talk to that boy, he may not be 100% straight but he is definitely off the market with Sydney. Do you want me to call him or do you want to have another lovey-dovey conversation with him?” “Fuck off Brent. Yes, I would let him have his way with me if he ever asked but so would you.” “Steve, I never said I wouldn’t, I just don’t go all foggy in the brain when I talk to him. I can admire him and not lose myself in his voice… I will call him and let you know when we need to be there tomorrow.”

Those of us (minus Sydney) that flew home with the O’Briens were at their home bright and early the next day. It was freaking vacation still and we were there at 8 AM on the dot, which meant I was up at 5 AM to pack and drive the hour to their house. Oh well, the flight would be short and I could sleep when we got there. We soon realized AJ was not there – he had an engagement in Vancouver the next morning so he would not be flying with us, which begged the question – why didn’t we all just drive? AJ’s Pops made sure we all knew that AJs engagement was last minute and he didn’t want to throw a wrench in the plans. He did ask that someone get his car back to the house for him.

When we arrived back at the house, we were some of the first people to arrive – duh we flew and were there in just over an hour vs. the 3 ½ hour drive. I got the agenda together for our pledge class meeting so we could meet at 6 PM and set ourselves up for the rest of the semester. As more of the guys returned the volume in the house went up gradually to the point where it felt like we were all back in the swing of things.

I grabbed Seth from his room so he could join Brent and me in our room for a quick conversation, which I hoped would go well. I had not given Brent a heads-up about this but wanted to make sure we were all doing our part to keep the house gay-friendly. Everyone in the house had been very open to the three of us fully out gay boys but what I found from Brady and my run-in with AJ and subsequently with his big Roberto is that we needed to be less ‘out there’ with our antics. None of our straight friends were grabbing their girlfriends’ privates in the open and I knew we had all done that and needed to tone it down. Seth and Brent agreed that we needed to show some more respect for our housemates as well as ourselves.

Once that conversation was done, I sought out Brady to make sure he was on board as my part-time hook-up. He completely agreed that we need to keep our groping, kissing, and sexual escapades behind closed doors. Brady did make sure I knew he was down for some occasional man-on-man action and he really enjoyed our last get-together. Now with all the ‘sex’ stuff under control, it was time for our pledge class meeting.

I opened our meeting and Zach started in on why AJ was not present. He was always vocal about AJ having special privileges and how great it was going to be when we all got our numbers and he had a lower number than AJ. The lower the number the bossier you could actually be if you were an ass. I tried to stifle my laugh but failed miserably. Zach became more vocal and annoyed throwing my bad grades in my face.

Brent snapped at Zach – “Zach, you complain about AJ not being here but he was involved in more house events than you were this last semester, he didn’t hide out in the library like you did when house obligations should have taken priority.” Zach bit back – “That’s why I have the highest GPA in the house, y’all should stop partying so much and spend a bit of time on your classes.” Brent chuckled – “Well Mr. I’m the smartest, your world is not so special, AJ had a 3.95 GPA which dwarfs your 3.60 GPA. Yeah, just what I thought, not so smug now are you?”

I pulled the meeting back from the biting discussion between the two, but inside I was smiling my ass off. I covered the entirety of the pledge class grades and everyone, except Zach, was excited that we all made grades. I threw Zach a bone at this point – “Guys, Zach is right most of us sowed our wild oats last semester. While we all made grades, we need to get our shit together so that we can bring the house average up further. I’m challenging everyone to get at least a 3.25 GPA this next semester, if those of us under a 3.25 get a 3.25 while those that were above 3.25 keep their grades there, we would have an average of 3.34.”

Everyone agreed that we need to buckle down and study a bit more, there were questions on pledge numbers given the ties at 3.1 and 3.0. Brent answered the question based on what he knew from his older brothers which would put the order at 3.1 – Brady, then Ian, and the 3.0 – Todd, Brent, and Jeff. Official rankings will be handed down by the brothers during initiation. We wrapped up the meeting just in time for the members to start their chapter meeting, no idea what goes on in those yet. Even when I do, won’t be sharing the details.

PREFACE:  The Feudal Era – a grand time for the privileged few! For them, advantages abounded. Wily peasants could and would curry favor with those lording over them. This whimsically archaic story presents GD readers with a peek not to be found in surviving annals.

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A Tayle of Ye Olde Tymes

By F.E. COOPER

(with James Rozo’s bounteous assistance)

Market day. The village square bustled with peasants. Its smelly atmosphere, raucous with good cheer, was rent asunder by the rasp of an unshapely, tarnished bugle and the approaching clop of horse’s hooves.

“Him again,” Helga said, distracting her husband Danus from his banter with the weaver’s daughter. As the tooting drew nigh, Danus covered his ears.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” Hallyburt the herald bruited hoarsely in one direction. “Hear ye, hear ye!” in another. His volume drowned protests.

Danus yelled back, “We do! How might we not?”

“I am charged with a proclamation to read which,” he glared with rhetorical emphasis, “I must needs read for and to you ignorant lot!”

Someone tossed his way a none-too-dry dog turd. It missed but hit a mendicant priest’s upraised palm. “My first stigmata! I’m on my way! Heed the Word of…”

He was jostled over by the rush of those anxious whether coins might follow whatever the announcement was. The priest landed on a fresh steaming cowpie. Said nae more while contemplating celestial intent.

“HEAR YE!” bellowed the herald.

“Will ye get on with it! Myne corns be aching,” Helga complained, lifting her skirts.

“WHEREAS!”

“Whereas what?” Avron the baker snapped, impatient to sell his remaining rye buns.

The crowd rustled with annoyance.

“WHEREAS your liege lord, the Duke, Albrecht von Schitzelheim, of yon hill’s mighty stronghold hath deemed it seemly to increase his courtly ranks by two or so, and WHEREAS his need is appropriate to his exalted rank, and WHEREAS said rank entitles him to call upon ye, his devoted serfs, to offer forth for consideration suitable candidates, and WHEREAS his lordship is most discerning, it THEREFORE…”

“Finally,” Danus did not exactly whisper to those standing near.

“…follows that ye are commanded herewith and forth to present in these parts tomorrow morning at its midst, your comeliest lads on the verge of maturation in the generative area…” – Hallyburt the herald looked up to make the aside, “withstanding not any claims upon them by the clergy in yon monastery…” – he parenthesized, “except for those of corpulence dubbed porkers” – then continued, “…and which display small waists, bounteous buttocks, and flawless skin. Parents and guardians of lads selected for his lordship’s noble purposes…” – he waxed laconic – “…as pages will be recompensed with a coin of silver. Genuine silver, mind ye…”

“Hear ye that?” Avron’s jaw opened, “We have seen nothing more than copper coins since the last selection. I shall hie myneself hither to the Mill on the Floss where sons are learning to grind flour for myne ovens. The youngest, Bertram, as yet untrammeled, should net his proud father a goodly silver coin.”

“And we,” Helga nudged Danus, “must to our humble hovel to discover whether our Caspar, if undirtied, might meet the duke’s standard.”

“Thou canst not mean to bathe the lad? It might frighten him,” Danus spoke in disbelief, “or doeth damage to his nature of delicacy.”

“But husband myne, we must needs inspect and assure, surely.”

Other parents, nameless here but motivated by silver’s promise, undertook similar work that afternoon with age-appropriate sons. The shallow, slowly moving Floss, their village’s sole source of water had ne’er been so roiled as by parents and boys flailing noisily in protest at the efforts of being force-washed. Had there been a casual observer passing by, the sight would have astonished.

Howsoever, a pair of bloodshot eyes did bear stationery witness to the distressful melee.

Downstream, the mendicant priest, denominated Osbert the Unwise, was rinsing his tattered garment and himself, and thinking of his hunger. He took the hasty yet crafty decision to don his sopping, still spotted robe and to drip his way into the forest to search for the hollow tree in the cavity of which was said to live Endora the Witch of nigh-biblical legend.

Nigh unto nightfall, he found her scraggly being before a small fire roasting rats on a stick. The aroma ripped at his emptiness. “I pray from ye, good witch, a few morsels. I’ve eaten not in days.”

Her cackle cracked a pane in the glass of the small window set in the tree’s rotting trunk. “Hah! And hath ye anything in exchange?” she asked as she waved a shish-kabobbed rat his way.

“Knowledge of boys the size to fit yon empty cauldron.”

Saliva spewed from gaps among snaggled teeth. “Boys? Boys that have nae been snatched elsewise?”

“Aye, awesome hag,” he complimented. “Just giveth me a rat and myne knowledge will be thyne.”

*

He munched singed hair, cooked scrawn, and brittle bones. Every flavour of the bodily parts, inclusive of head, feet, and tail, prickled his taste buds and was dispatched down his gaping gullet. Thirst hit him hard thereafter. He must find something to drink.

Thus, a search.

Luck was with the man.

Inside the witch’s termite-ridden residence and neath the packed, dank straw of her mattress. Osbert found a corked half-bottle of some unlabeled, greenish, brackish brew. Desperate, he swigged a sufficiency to quench his need before it hit him that, rather, the brew was inflammatory and must be extinguished ere he die most horridly.

He now was figuratively on fire from a liquid.

Indeed, Death in its dark cloak was calling, scythe in hand.

Endora, having abandoned her visitor minutes before, heard naught of Osbert’s screams, for she had hightailed it toward the Floss and the deliciously naked boys described as on view.

They were not. Nary a one.

Angered, she flung herself about and, wheezing windily, hobbled full tilt toward the village. There, at least one lovely among the many could be snatched, hapless victim to her warty, clawlike grasps. So thought she.

Alack, no.

By her arrival, the sun had dropped below the dismal horizon. Darkness’s descent had sent indoors every peasant family. All had secured themselves in their hovels for the night.

Endora fumed and spat. Rustled her tatters and uttered imprecations. Realized defeat. Went home, found the mendicant’s body, cut him up for stew with her favourites – sprigs of witchbane, strands of poison ivy, a few tugs of sawgrass, and mushrooms and morels of venomous potency. After hours passed for proper braising, she thence ate voraciously saving his tendermost privates for her mastication’s final delights.

During digestion’s belches, she laid plans for the morrow. Not for her to risk being espied by villagers, who, pitchforks threatening, long before had banned her. She used an ancient uphill cavern of tunnel type to gain access to the lowest, least-known cellars of the duke’s decrepit stronghold, Fortress Schitzelheim, where she could sleep unnoticed.

*

Morning dawned. Cocks crowed all about.

Eventually, excitement rose in the village square with the arrival of families and observers. The boys to be on offer were a rosy-cheeked lot dressed in their best rags. Prods cajoled them to stand forward as, from high on the hill, the stuffy, puffy herald, Hallyburt, on horseback bugled the way for Duke Albrecht. The heavy-shouldered duke, handsomely cruel in appearance, felt his life force stir at the gathering’s progeny abiding anxiously.

Along the descending path, thoughts like drifting clouds took him to his former page boys, Harald and Crispin, just sold profitably to the trade for transport to the East. And to Elton, who failed to last, so was discarded. Albrecht had pushed into him too far too soon.

The quick-tempered exhilaration of dominance was a destructive force over which practice must needs lead to control, he reminded himself. As he rode more, he recalled from further back in time.

His memory reeled: In olden days, Albrecht’s father, Duke Damian, and those before him traditionally had returned used boys to their blameless fool parents to work muddy farmlands. Alas, troublesome embroilments grew therefrom!

Anyone presiding over such a domain had reason to presume fathers and brothers of parents on both sides would plumb with gladdened hearts the opened and accustomed but no longer wanted, ruddy boy butts. Some had, naturally.

Others struggled to meet no longer callow demands to be rutted oft more than daily. Wives, desirous of lesser wifely duties in bed, plied husbandly rears with willow rods as vigourously as to donkeys. One sang, “To ye duty, husband myne! Swive our lad well that he love us yet more.”

The ditty caught on.

Exhausted husbands sought relief from familial strain of overworked loins by appeal to their boys’ uncles, even from elder community widowers and wandering workers. Of the latter, one Olaf, who welcomed live-in employment with woodworker Fritzl as cranker of his lathe, turned out to have hanging from betwixt sturdy legs a tool of nigh-equine magnitude.

Fritzl took it to his limit multiple times prior to proposing that provision must be made for such bounty to be shared among villagers. A not entirely eleemosynary decision, Olaf’s propensity being that of a cheerfully merciless mudpath marauder.

“Gots to fuck me thys ass,” he religiously chanted ere dredging his boss.

The instinct of survival inspired Fritzl to make turnings of several circumferences, lengths, and scorings from forest trees and to trade them starting with the baker, Avron.

“Friend Avron,” he approached, “hast ye yet recollections of the fine cudgelings given our holes when apprenticed to learn our trades?”

“Aye, would that such favour from Heaven hath kept myne aperture attractive. Forsooth, advancing years have tolled a dirge upon myne parts. Nae man notices them these days.”

Fritzl confided, “I have one that will, but bread is needed to nourish him – and – I have made these products on myne lathe – I dub them dowels – to help ye and others establish worthiness to prepare for the good fellow, who be-eth known as Olaf the Horse-Hung. See here and fail not to use oil of olives.”

He ran out of breath.

Upon an instant’s consideration, Avron lifted his considerable nose, eyed the sky’s blue, blinked away tears, accepted two turnings for practice, and declared in shaking tones, “Take buns of sesame and loaves well-leavened of rye as many as Olaf mayeth consume. Send him hence, I beg.”

Trades similarly were made betwixt the woodworker and others of the peasantry. Olaf’s size and determination entered the ranks of village lore. Thus was picked up a hiatus-ridden, forgotten tradition which spilled from the elders’ generations into that of younger men. Keenness for doweling by wood and firmed-flesh members synchronized with ducal demands.

Albrecht’s thoughts of the past returned to his present and to the event at hand.

Ergo, what Albrecht sought, his subjects were anxious to provide. Coins, particularly of silver, merited promptings of boys to manifest shrugs of angelic innocence whence under view by the duke. The view he took of the assemblage required a dismount and a thoughtful stroll.

“Ah,” he said upon seeing the profile of the baker’s son, “…and who might thys be?” Darling boy, marionette thin, cutely befreckled.

Close up, full front, the boy’s shoulders under steady control of paternal hands, a clear soprano voice answered, “I be Bertram, son of Avron, sire. I can grind grist.”

“Aye, he can, lord.”

It will be his grist I’ll grind. Smiling after his cruel fashion, Albrecht moved on.

Albrecht greeted similarly the next two lads and dads before a pause of greater duration before a visage that would have stopped a Macedonian in his tracks. Resisting the urge to bestow kisses while stripping the boy on the spot, he asked, “Ye be of what name?

The blue-eyed, dark-browed, sandy-blond smiled, “I am called Caspar, sire, son of Danus who holds me still.”

“And why, I demand, do you do so, Danus?”

“Because, sire, Caspar is anxious to be chosen for the honour to serve as thyne page.”

Albrecht evinced suspicion, rumbled, “Doth he now?” 

“He doth most earnestly, lord,” Danus said with a blush. “If I mayest speak?”

“Ye may.”

“Allow me to turn and bend his body to present evidence,” Danus, sweeping aside rags, spoke with due deference, envisioning a silver coin. “Myne son’s rowndes be more beautiful than any in our village and hold in readiness a destination sure to meet thyne standards. Regard. He is doweled perfectly.”

“Bend no longer, Caspar. Remain thus in your father’s tender care for myne return.”

Boys named Godfrey, Drago, and Aleric allured variously but not with the sirenic bedazzlement of Piers, son of Otto, a falconer renowned for his skills with fearsome raptors. Piers, of yet diminutive size, flexed slender muscled limbs and chest, flashed ferret-fast dark eyes, flung about his head lustrous tresses of raven-bluish hair, and bucked lean loins with tantalizing promise.

A single blunt finger to an exposed, hardening nipple declared to Duke Albrecht he would strike within this Piers what one day would be called pay-dirt.

Otto presumed to promote his son’s candidacy, “My Piers is no jejune playtoy for any timid man, sir. He hath been trained in restraint resistance and hand-to-hand combat with boys his age and older. Of ye present day, he remains in wait for cockly endowelment by the man who canst conquereth him. Art thou perhaps he?”

Without word one, a coin of purest silver was pressed into Otto’s sweaty palm.

From a pouch no one noticed was drawn and locked about Pier’s neck a thin chain of silver tone. “Follow my lead boy, or be dragged.”

Similar were the fastenings behind recalcitrantly striding Piers of the lissome necks of Caspar and Bertram, their folks enriched by silver coins. Over the backs of the retreating, Schitzelheim-Fortress-bound group, Duke Albrecht purposefully tossed a purse jingling heavy with common-but-desirable copper coins.

Such was the ruckus that villagers rioting for one or more of the bestowal’s largesse forgot even their crude manners and groveled.

Standing apart, smug with silver wealth, parents Avron, Danus, and Otto looked at each other, Avron noting his confreres’ risen staffs. Opportunity for further enrichment entered his calculations. “Myne is a brood of slightly older boys, two in number yet young and pliant. Methinks that we might exchange – your silvers for nights of the week with one for each?”

*

The ducal bed chamber walls were draped with fabled tapestries of carnal delight depicting scenes of the god Jupiter deep in his boy, Ganymede. Caspar marveled. Bertram gasped. Piers deigned to close his eyes – for which behaviour he was roped, limbs widely spread, facing the great bed.

With his most mellow tone, Albrecht showed little Bertram Caspar’s dowel. “Pull it slightly and push it back. Now more, that he canst tell you that it feeleth bonny well.”

Caspar’s small voice hummed, “Myne dear father didst thus oftimes. Sayeth he that myne rear part must be worthy of his lordship. I long for more of same.”

“Oh,” Bertram pursed expressive lips. “Will one befit myne babyish hole?”

“Wettest this centermost digit of myne with thyne tongue that it mayeth treat and cure the malady of accursed virginity,” the duke persuaded in suave terms.

“A curse of the well-dreaded witch?” Bertram trembled.

“No, fyne boy. One only of thyne innocence. Feeleth these peregrinations and penetrations.”

Ohs transmuted to oohs and aahs, Casper whispering to Bertram mature promises of dowels to come. “Whence yours is placed and myne own replaced by one larger, we mayeth please our master as we displease the prisoner Piers.”

Their giggles released the bowstring of Albrecht’s attention, allowing it to aim at the well-splayed boy. Planning hapless Pier’s future, the huge man said, “Mark well these lads as they progress toward myne honours of intercourse.”

Sips of red wine and nibbles of tasty aged cheese amongst participants in the bedroom tempted Piers more than the hours of animated dalliance before him with plunging fingers and dowels and squeezed jackings of Albrecht’s massive tool by eager boy-hands. Hunger and thirst nagged at him as it might an abandoned cur.

After rummaging neath his bed, Albrecht found the puppy tail plug Crispin had enjoyed with comicality. He unfastened Piers from the bed posts, commented on his necklace and bracelets of chafed red skin, refastened him on all fours, canine fashion, popped in – against loud protest – the puppy tail plug, and fetched a bowl of cool water and another of remaining cheese bits.

“Sate herewith thyne appetites. Taketh care thy tail doth wag.”

Thys shouldst be called obedience training.

The unexpected consequence: sphincteric stimulus that catapulted the Piers penis to undeniable prominence. His temperament scaled to its utmost. He woofed joy and wagged wildly.

“Boys, hie hither. We needs must help our new pet.”

“How?” Bertram led Caspar by a hand. They reacted, “He likes it!”

“See how his bollocks bob? Cradle, stroke, and play with them. Gently do turneth his tail this and that way – for such be-eth clearly his path to our good company.”

By and by, freed of fibrous bindings, Piers the puppy cavorted on his back, his tum-tum being affectionately tickled and his neck treated to flutter-tongue kisses by Caspar and Bertram. Albrecht’s contribution to the fracas was his good natured insertion of tails into his boys, rendering the lot a pack of playful pups.

The glee’s noises echoed in empty corridors, up and down stairs of stone, even unto reverberant cellar spaces.

Endora, craving as was her wont to kidnap a boy for her pot, crept upward, a warty hand to her shriveled clit quivering with anticipation. Verily, her crafty witch’s caution failed, for she scuttled like a large rat where she ought not and noisily, slobbering mouth agape, to charge directly and horrendously upon looming Duke Albrecht’s daunting dick.

So instant was his response – a lightning-bolt-swift thrust down gristled throat – that her deadly “ARGGHHHH!” went unheard in the bedroom. Albrecht scooped up her corpse and tossed it over his stronghold’s portcullis tower such that she splatted with bone-crushing force into the dry moat bed.

She looketh for a bed, only not that upon which she now reposeth, the duke smirked to himself.

Only slightly short of breath from exertion, Albrecht strode to his broad bed. Upon its softness, he gathered his pack – Piers face down atop him, Bertram and Caspar to either side in warm embrace and the group as one entity entered that dream world presided over by what latterly would be known as the Sandman.

*

Schitzelheim Fortress’s herald awoke with the cocks. Upon opening his shuttered arrowslit for morning air’s refreshment, he observed vultures settling below. His lean out, almost precipitously down the stone wall, lit his gaze upon a banquet in progress – fresh witch under beak attack. A smile resembling the duke’s sneer swept his visage.

After breaking their fast and voiding the unwanted from their renewed bodies, the youngest members of the bedchamber, cladless, set about exercises further to equip   their receptivity. A much mellowed Albrecht sent his herald into the village to fetch thus to his presence the woodworker, Fritzl.

Fritzl cringed in the presence.

“Cringe not, for upon due application of thyne skill, I will dub thee Ducal Dowel Maker.”

“Pray, great lord,” the craftsman stared at hirsute nakedness in all its muscularity, “what mayeth I do to merit such honour?”

“Boys, attend myne part that it be fully of stand.”

Six boy hands in succession encircled and manipulated from forest of hair called pubic thatch up to exposed and thumping purplish-red, wet bluntness.

“Note the measure of myne treasure – six cherubic hands – and turn, for these catamites myne, dowels of every size and varied woods leading betimes to total accommodation.”

“That I can do, milord, as myne own dear dad didst for thyne own, Duke Damian.  Pray though, hast not his dowels and other instruments been handed to you in legacy?”

Sighing baritonally, this response of regret, “Lost – most – in ye fyre of olde. Piers, do-est thou a show for the man of ye sport with myne antique puppy tail.”

*

The boys had to provide a draught of Albrecht’s wine to revive overwrought Fritzl.

Dismissed, lordly charge in mind and coppers in hand, Fritzl retired to earn his title of appointment and the promised silver.

Imagine the challenged man’s surprise, upon reaching his workshop, to discover Olaf the Horse-Hung had returned.

“Whereof, olde friend, thy morose visage? Needest my employ yet again?”

Calloused hands brought forth hefty, sausage-like flab, “Thys hath me betrayed.”

Questions upon questions achieved no goal of understanding, Olaf having less to say than his usual, “Gots to fuck.”

A thumb aslant his cheek, Fritzl conjured a thought. “There be-eth inside thee a nut perhaps needy of treatment. Apply yourself to turn myne lathe that I mayest prepare for thee a fyne knobbed dowel.”

An abundancy of wood curls and sawdust later, a well-knobbed, Olaf-specific dowel was oiled for thrusts. Prods and turns woke reluctant gland.

“Whas that?” the man crooned as cock rose to points North by Northwest.

“Myne gift, that fucks mayeth restore thyne spirit and service. By contrivance myne, wear it thus whence dispensing fucks to needy males. One caveat though: venture not to ply thyne focus anent any boy-path of Duke Albrecht for he tolerateth no competition in the deportment of dicks.”

“Wha?”

“Hie thee far from Fortress Schitzelheim, thys village, and boys here and therein. From myne own hand take ye these coppers and traverse our horizon forth and herewith.”

His doweled saunter hadst a certain spring to it.

                                                                              *

Servants of the Fortress cast lots to provide sustenance to the duke’s bedroom that each might view with privilege their master’s against-type transformation from fierce and ferocious overlord to frolicsome fornicator of boys – Caspar, Bertram, and Piers – excelling in ye fuck’s fun. Duke Albrecht could be heard at all hours cooing paeans of praise upon those he called coyly Cassie, Berty, and Pussy.

Persistence and patience with oils, saliva, dowels, and kisses had rendered screwable the three. And betimes, they were insatiable. Appetites for dried figs and other farm products sugary in content nourished holey action.

“Ply thee myne hole, I beseecheth thee, beloved butt master,” Berty was known to cry. “How it craveth a goodly drub!”

“Myne, too,” Cassie oft called out, “for it is freshly accoutered with herbal-infused oil of sunflowers to grant thee a smooth ride.”

Pussy, with pride of place directly upon the lordly pole, oft stole Albrecht’s heart by this appealing elaboration: “Flip me over on myne fours, lover lord, and thereupon think of me as bitch dog to be mated in thyne most heated fashion for spermatic conquest of buttilicious boy.”

From such lovingness didst Duke Albrecht’s flint-hard resolve to continue his family’s desire to demand and assert seigneurial rights soften like ye dough at Avron’s understaffed bakery.

Unready for retirement, the village baker – saved coins in the purse strung tightly to his robe’s belt and buns in his backpack – determined to journey afar to make known his village’s potentials for parentally-paid apprentices. He bolted the bakery door against entry and thereupon posted a parchment inscribed: AWEIGH ON BUSYNESS. BAKE AT HOVEL.

The baker’s departure registered on no scale within the upper confines of Fortress Schitzelheim. For therein, the dickus mirabilis endured with ducal durability demands for plunging pleasures of demonstrable increase.

Beleaguered by boys to whom he owed the obligations of titled master, Albrecht on occasion begged most unseemly for more than nightly convalescence. Eyes shining with achievement upon completing “yet another rownde with ye rascals,” he sagged. “I must rest me awhile.”

Bertie, affronted, voiced complaint in Piers’ manner, “Where hath gone the brisk tap that once flowed soothing cream within myne hot tail pipe?”

“What of myne chute, so readied by thee, milord, for diddling and drumming dalliance? I yearn for yet more deposits from thy cods lest their contents curdle and clot,” complained Cassie with pitiable sighs.

“Hey nonny nonny,” Piersy-Pussy sang with dainty simper, “myne be-eth genuine poontang positioned as ye see for persistent pummels. Care not for myne welfare, ye selfish giant?”

With a finger pointed aloft, he signaled his peers. Light seemed to glow prophetically around his becurled pate. “Methinks resurrection be-eth possible at the beckoning of myne mouth. Behold and believe.”

He bent, lips pursed peculiarly, to Albrecht’s limpness’s loose skin and nibbled        at its near-surface nerves. One drooped eye opened to see what felt thus. P-P then laved prepuce and gobbled at the crown – mock chewing.

Both giant eyes beheld the boy’s innovative moves and those lingually bestowed below and along. “Wait not, young fools that ye be,” he paused to say. “Lick ye his cods that these parts we so need may return from their death.”

The young innovator’s marvel hath a step beyond this resurrection. “Let us sustain out treasured duke’s stand with twine. For, as he secured with stout rope myne stand at the foot of his bed, I would that this reborn erection be-eth enabled against collapse till we are shed of it.”

Into Schitzelheim’s history thus was born a new tradition, that now deemed appropriately oral sex. Imaginations flared that the practice could be one for wives upon husbands!

No wildfire of parts spread more velocitaciously than this, ye legerdemain of stimulus to fatigued penii.

From many, P-P won laurels poetic as hadst he been a wizard of olde. Helga, wife of bantering Danus, dad of Caspar-now-Cassie, offered to embroider for him a robe with stars, crescents, and planets with rings.

Modesty within his celebrity bade him decline with a certain element of noblesse oblige.

Baker Avron’s successful sojourn afar netted, in time, bevies of fresh-bottomed boys brought by remunerative fathers desirous of knowing their sons could pass from village and ducal service toward Eastern careers.

Generations crossed cannily and connubially, conundrum-free. And for decades to come, a happy peace reigned over humble village and valley.

Here endeth “A Tayle of Ye Olde Tymes.”

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Epilogue

Voyeur and I still went to that bar, but mostly we went on Friday nights, Ginger was right, it was better. He still enjoyed watching me get fucked. I still thought of him as a voyeur. While that was not  technically correct, because he also liked to fuck me and not just watch others fuck me and he really didn’t enjoy watching other guys getting fucked, I still thought of him as one because he always liked to watch me, every time and everywhere regardless of who or how many or how often. And he got off on it in such a big way. He also didn’t always fuck me right there and then after other guy(s) had finished. Sometime, he waited til we got home. Watching was evidently enough… sometimes… at least ‘til we got home.

After the night I first went home with him, I started bringing him inside the sex room with me. He no longer had to listen at the door. Sometimes he would even recruit a guy or two. He really liked it when he saw an attractive guy, we both liked muscular bodies, and would go up to him, point me out in the bar and ask him if he wanted to fuck my ass. He got a big laugh out of their response because they always thought that he was kidding or just plain crazy. Then he’d call me over and prove he was for real.  We got some very interesting reactions and facial expressions, but not many refusals.

He particularly liked watching me getting fucked by Huge Cock. He did, in fact, join us on that Wednesday night. When I talked to Hugh Cock about it, he had very specific questions all revolving around whether Voyeur would be fucking me too, would I still be sucking his dick, did Voyeur want to suck him off, etc?  It seemed that since he had found my mouth and ass could take him he wasn’t much interested in fumbling around with someone who couldn’t like he had been doing before we met. When I explained that Voyeur wanted mostly to watch and if he did participate then Voyeur and he wouldn’t be sharing me but that Voyeur and I would be sharing him, he warmed to the idea. He particularly liked it when I assured him that while I would be sucking his dick I thought Voyeur was interested in sucking his balls and maybe eating his ass. I planted the seed of what it might feel like to have two mouths exploring his body. It didn’t take much convincing to a guy who had until recently experienced a 27 month dry spell!

Turned out Voyeur was more than just interested in watching, he liked Hugh Cock too, can’t say that I blamed him.  So, he never really just watched. Voyeur also liked helping us out. Voyeur licked what part of Huge Cock’s cock was still outside my ass while he was inserting it into my hole to fuck me. It still took a while to get it all the way inside me. Voyeur kept it nice and wet by licking and adding spit and coconut oil while Huge Cock was still inserting his pole in my hole. Sometimes he also licked my hole and Huge Cock’s dick at the same time while it was still not all the way in to help it slide in easier. While it went in a lot easier over time than it did the first time, it still took going slow. Unlike the more usually sized cocks that a guy can just shove in, his took finessing.

We got better at the actual fucking part too.  He could pull out and push back in a lot deeper, faster and stronger than the first time. Once his cock was inside, my ass just seemed to adjust.  But it still took time getting it in. I’m sure he had stretched my hole because when he was fucking me his cock felt really good sliding in and out with a lot less pain. Make no mistake, there was still pain but not as much as there was the first time but I was still sore all the next day and walked a little funny.  Lots of coconut oil and poppers helped, but more and more frequently we got a really good rhythmic fuck going.  He could actually pull out all the way to the head before shoving all of it all the way back in all in one quick stroke.  Increasingly, I could handle many more quick strokes in rapid succession. Eventually, he was fucking me faster and my ass was getting better at taking a good pounding from his big fat cock.  Even though it still hurt so good, occasionally I sometimes had to tell him to slow down. Like I said, poppers helped.  And I bought coconut oil by the tub!  I also bought a large hand mirror which helped just as much as I thought it would. Watching his thick long log all lubed up slowly slipping inside me and disappearing in my ass was still the hottest thing I’d ever seen…and felt.

His dry spell count certainly had become very much shorter! The three of us would get together about once a week at our place, which beat the hell out of the 27 month plus dry spell he had had when we hooked up that first night in the sex restroom of the bar.

I’m sure it helped that while I was sucking his cock keeping it stiff and ready for his second load Voyeur was down there licking, sucking and stimulating his balls into producing. Voyeur really liked sucking Huge Cock’s big balls. When he first saw them his mouth dropped open almost as wide as his eyes popped open.

So while I was swallowing as much of his cock as I could fit into my mouth and throat, Voyeur was stuffing Huge Cock’s balls into his mouth. Huge Cock liked it so much that frequently he just sat or lied down after fucking my hole, spread his legs and told Voyeur to suck his balls before he and I even got started on my sucking his cock, which also gave Huge Cock time to rest and work up a second, sometimes third, and a few times fourth load. Huge Cock would just watch with a big grin on his face while Voyeur had a mouth full of Hugh Cock’s balls looking up at Huge Cock while sucking, licking, slurping.

He usually sucked Huge Cock’s balls from behind or underneath which allowed Voyeur to be able to also eat his ass which I’d learned they both liked a lot…really a lot.  Especially the tongue fucking.  During one session Voyeur ate Huge Cock’s ass for a full half hour, licked, sucked and slurped like a starving man eating his first meal after a long, long fast. Then they made out. Then we all made out. Even Huge Cock wanted to taste his own ass and I certainly did. At times after fucking me, Hugh Cock would lie on his stomach right after pulling out and Voyeur’s mouth would just dive right into his ass.

Huge Cock and I tried me sucking his cock all the ways we could think of and each attempt just kept bringing home his point of how having a huge cock wasn’t easy and that the reality was not at all what the fantasy conjured up. The needle on my sympathy meter was permanently fixed at full tilt.

When he shot his load, I actually felt it hit the back of my mouth, tasted it as he filled my mouth and felt it slide down my throat. Since he came in several big rapid spurts, it flooded my throat as it slid down. At first I didn’t know how to handle it all as he kept cumming and cumming before I learned to breathe and swallow properly. So, me, the guy with very little gag reflex, choked, coughed and gasped for air. Tears came to my eyes. It was so embarrassing. But we all laughed.  This was no ordinary load.

Once after what felt like a particularly full load, I pushed it all out into a measuring cup. I pushed out just over 1 1/2 ounces, about five tablespoons. It was delicious and felt great as Voyeur slowly poured it down my throat.

He came in such large amounts, that when he pulled his cock out of my ass after shooting a load, his cock was almost completely covered with his cum.  I loved licking his cum from his cocksicle.

I came to be able to time my swallowing to catch each one of the squirts or sometimes I liked to hold them in my mouth before swallowing. I got to taste it more and feel it fill my mouth and swish it around against my cheeks rubbing it on the roof of my mouth and feeling it on my tongue before controlling the flow down my throat, enjoying the full taste of his cum loads. When I wasn’t catching and collecting his spurts in my mouth but swallowing them as he shot them directly down my throat, I learned to breathe through my nose while he was shooting.  As I said, we kept experimenting.

I got better at swallowing his dick too. On particularly good nights, we would measure how much was still left outside of my mouth then compare that to the length of his cock, so I knew I was getting his entire cock head down my throat and on occasion a very small part of his shaft, sometimes an inch or two, the most was 2 ½ inches plus the head.  Also I could feel it when the hard lip of his mushroom head passed into and out of my throat.

By the way, Huge Cock’s cum tasted even better than his precum

I was practically addicted to it. It was an unusual mix of salty with a touch of funky earthy musk and was thick and velvety smooth, and very creamy. We still had the same deal, one load in my mouth for every load he dumped in my ass. I knew that he would rather have dumped his load in my ass, it was uncomfortable for him in my mouth, but I liked tasting his cum and feeling it slide down my throat, so the deal remained…mostly.

He came up with some interesting compromises. I always sucked his cock clean after he dumped his load in my ass and on most occasions he’d dig it out of my ass and feed it to me. He decided that counted as a load in my mouth not in my ass. Increasingly he’d save up several loads during the week and bring them to me in a glass to drink. He usually brought me around 10-12 ounces. It was really good with chocolate doughnuts!  Occasionally he froze a week’s worth of loads in a condom and brought me a cumsicle.  On those nights all his loads went in my ass.

And those gifts of his collected cum got more frequent, and larger, so he made it clear where he preferred to shoot his load. It also probably had something to do with how much better we got at fucking.  But every load in my ass meant a full-on fuck and I never could take more than five full-on fucks from him in one night and usually only four. I suppose that was an improvement since I started out at only one.  A full-on fuck of his cock plowing my ass moving in and out for the full 13 and 3/4 inch length, stretching my ass ramming his big 9 ½ inch thick log of a cock deep inside my hole over and over feeling it push along the sides of my anal canal, his hard thick skin covered boner rubbing against the soft muscle tissue of my ass before he would shoot his load would take about 20-30 minutes of constant fucking each time.  But it still hurt so damn good!

He usually didn’t pull out between loads. We would just lie there with his cock still in my ass until I could feel him starting to fill out its full size and getting harder and longer and deeper in my ass, filling up my hole as the sign that he was ready to go again.  Even soft his cock filled my hole and never slipped out.  Leaving his cock inside me between fucks kept me open and it wasn’t necessary to go through the insertion all over again. And even soft, it felt fantastic deep inside me filling my hole. As far as I was concerned, he could keep his cock inside my ass forever!

Most of our sessions ran rather long.  Frequently he’d stay overnight. I particularly liked it when he stayed over and we went to sleep with his cock filling my hole. We had to get Voyeur’s permission to do that, of course, because it meant that Voyeur wouldn’t be the last dick in my hole for the night.  We finally settled that on those occasions, Voyeur would fuck me and dump his load and then Huge Cock would slip inside me but not fuck me. He’d just lie inside me with his cock up my ass. He liked it as much as I did, even if he didn’t get to fuck me. His excuse was that my ass kept his dick nice and warm! I didn’t need an excuse. I just liked it. But I suspected that the real truth was that he loved knowing and proving that his huge cock could fit all the way inside me and then just stay inside me even as it got soft without slipping out…something no other guy’s cock could do…that was his unexpected benefit of having the dick of death. And I loved being able to go to sleep with the feeling in my ass that it was filled with his big thick cock, no pain just pure comfortable completely-filled-hole  satisfied pleasure… that was my unexpected benefit of getting fucked by the dick of death. I would have liked to have also been able to wake up with his cock still in my ass, but one of us would always roll over during the night and he’d pull out or I’d pull off. Occasionally I would feel his length and width leaving my hole and it would sort of wake me into that semi-aware but not awake dreaming state as I felt his massive log vacate my once full hole.  But mostly, I didn’t.  I just woke up in the morning with an empty hole and the disappointment that it was empty.

The first night that we slept with him deep inside me, when his morning wood tried to wake me up the next morning, I wouldn’t let him fuck me. I wanted him to shoot his loads on my breakfast. He left a thick white covering on the top of my scrambled eggs. There was enough in one load to fully cover a slice of toast and it certainly tasted better than butter or jam! There was also enough in a load to turn my coffee from black to a light brown caramel color just like any other creamer! It only took that one morning for him to figure out that if he started bringing jars of stored up cum for my breakfast then his morning wood could fuck the shit out of my ass which it and he did every time after that when his wood woke up anywhere near my hole.

That part of the fantasy was just as good as the reality, big cock, big balls…big loads. Both he and Voyeur enjoyed watching me eating his cum on my food, but not as much as I enjoyed eating it. Sometimes, Voyeur would also taste some of it. Occasionally, Hugh Cock would ask me to feed him some of it.

Voyeur and I developed sort of a routine of going to the bar on most Friday and Saturday nights, Huge Cock usually on Wednesdays and then the once a month Sunday gangbangs with the 3 burly bears, ‘S’, Ginger and his neighbor. They weren’t pleased that I brought Voyeur to that first Sunday gangbang, but I said that if Ginger could invite someone, so could I. They finally agreed but then also agreed to limit the group to the 7 of them from then on. It seems that they really did bond over sharing my ass and they weren’t interested in sharing it with anyone else. From their talk, they also appeared to get together outside of these Sunday fuck fests.

That first Sunday gangbang went on for almost 11 hours, but after the initial enthusiasm wore off, we didn’t go much over 7-9 hours. But they really were all day long gangbang fucks. These guys had stamina!  Never thought I’d ever say this, but my ass couldn’t take much more than that of getting constantly fucked the whole day.  Who knew?  But it sure was fun while it lasted.

Pube Patch did, in fact, bring his rim chair and his balls did, in fact, hang down with his ass and crack. He liked them sucked along with his ass eaten and at the same time, if at all possible. Voyeur spent a lot more time under there than I did.  

Ginger had a sling which is why I guess his house was chosen. I spent a lot of time in that sling with Ginger’s cock in my ass fucking me every way he could think of for this was no ordinary sling. It had been customized to combine the benefits of the multiple positions of a swing with a modified sling structure. The angle of the leather seat could be adjusted from the traditional seat position to almost completely flat. Another set of chains could be adjusted to raise or lower the angle from 180 degrees flat to as high as 120 degrees perpendicular to the floor. Besides stirrups at both ends, it also contained a seat belt so that along with the support of the stirrups, my feet or head could be at the top of that 120 degree angle position and it would still hold me firmly in place. It had side pockets with Velcro flaps for poppers.  A pair of ankle straps, in addition to the stirrups for me, allowed Ginger to lie under or on top of me on the swing and fuck me in very unique degrees and angles. 

The height of the stirrups, straps, mounting points and swing could all be adjusted by chains which could be lowered or raised by adjusting each individual link one at a time for the full length of the chains. Therefore lots of heights were possible as well as angles. It could be rotated 360 degrees. In short, this could be adjusted to fit almost anything Ginger’s imagination could conjure up. And believe me he had a very active and creative imagination. He truly loved using me in  that sling.

Ginger’s friend fucked OK but was great at ass eating and gave a really good, really deep tongue fuck. I think part of what made it so good is he would constantly massage my ass cheeks while he chowed down on my ass and tongue fucked my hole.  A trick I think he got from Ginger who liked to massage my bubble butt cheeks while he fucked me.

His friend also liked to eat my ass while I was sucking Ginger’s cock. That happened in the sling as well. We did that at all kinds of angles.  Sometimes he’d have me lie on my stomach with my head hanging over the end, with the swing almost flat.  While I was sucking Ginger’s cock, his friend would spread my legs, strap in my ankles and eat my ass from the other end. They’d push me back and forth to each other in a gentle slow motion. With Ginger shoving his cock in my mouth when the swing brought me to him, holding onto the chains to give him total control over my mouth. He’d hold his cock in my mouth fucking it for awhile, either by pumping his cock in and out of my mouth or by pulling the swing back and forth so that my mouth slid up and down his cock then he’d push me back to his friend to eat my ass and tongue fuck my hole. This went on for awhile until his friend stood up and fucked the shit out of me and Ginger grabbed my head, fucked my mouth and dumped his load.

Then they would turn me around 180 degrees bringing my other hole to them to have their way with that hole. That worked whether I was lying on my stomach or my back. Ginger and his friend particularly liked to have a couple of the other guys beat off all over me and cover my face and body with their loads at the same time they were shooting in my ass and mouth.

Anchor Bicep was always eager to clean me up after those dumps and he also kept eating the loads from my ass throughout the day. He always shared so I never felt deprived of a good mouth full of cum. Not that any of the guys were shy about fucking my mouth and dropping a load or two.  Love kissing a guy with a mouthful of cum.

Ginger would also crawl onto the swing, lie on his back and fuck me sitting on top of his cock with the rhythm of the swing’s movement. It was like being fucked on a water bed.  Occasionally they also fucked me in the traditional position of just sitting in the sling in the chair shape, but they preferred to experiment with the unique positions this customized sling could provide. And why wouldn’t they?

 My favorite was when Ginger would raise my ass up high, strap my feet into the stirrups which spread my legs and stretched my hole wide open. He’d crawl up the frame he had built around it and fuck my open exposed vulnerable hole like he was riding a bronco while his friend was kneeling at my head feeding me his cock. Ginger would also eat my hole in this position and tongue fuck me. His friend really loved to eat my ass and tongue fuck my hole in this position, in fact this position was his idea. This position kept my hole stretched open for greater access without them or me having to grab my cheeks to spread them open and therefore left their hands free to explore my balls, cock nips etc. It worked equally as well whether I was laying on my back or stomach.

Ginger also showed the rest of the group how to fuck me in several unusual positions made possible by the flexibility of the sling. He even double fucked me in the sling except when the other cock in my ass belonged to ‘S’ who liked to hold me while he was standing up. I have to admit, the sling and its positions were very comfortable and different. And the movement and angles added new sensations to familiar actions.  I spent a lot of time in that sling.

 As I said, ‘S’ really liked to double fuck me standing up. He was the only one who would hold me while double fucking my ass. All the other guys did it on the bed or in the sling.  After ‘S’ had fucked my ass for awhile alone, laying his pipe hard and aggressively, banging his balls against my ass cheeks and rubbing his pubes against my ass to ensure maximum penetration, he would pick me up off the bed with his cock still in my ass, I would wrap my legs around his waist throw my hands around his neck and he would issue invites, by name, to join his cock inside my hole. “My cock’s feeling lonely, (insert name) get your fuckin dick in this hole and keep my cock company.” or  “(insert name) bring your cock up here and rub it up against mine all the way deep into this hole.” You get the idea. Everyone got an invite at sometime during the afternoon. He always double fucked me with every one of the other guys. He tried not to play favorites, but I knew who he liked best because when his cock was deep inside me slipping against another hard cock in my hole and with whom he felt they got into a really good rhythm, his kisses were particularly passionate, hungry, aggressive, eager, forceful and his tongue particularly strong and active and it was all just oh so fuckin hot! His tongue deep in my mouth and his and another cock equally deep in my ass. Occasionally the second cock would cum before ‘S’ did or ‘S’ had also cum but just wanted to keep fucking his cum deep inside me. In those cases, he would just stay inside me and issued another invite. “OK, you’re spent pull out. (insert name) get up here and let my cock stroke yours inside this hot hole” for example.

While Huge Cock’s cock would assault my prostrate, in a double fuck with ‘S’ and whomever, my prostrate got massaged; long, deep and pleasurably. ‘S’ knew how to work his cock and the thickness of the two cocks inside me into a deep, smooth sensuous massage that more often than not made me cum without ever touching my dick since my hands were used to hold on to ‘S’. He and Voyeur were particularly good at it. Together they always made me cum.  My training with Huge Cock really came in handy for these double fucks, because even together no two of them were as thick as Huge Cock’s cock was all by itself.

Over an afternoon I would normally get doubled fucked at least 6 times; always ‘S’ in combo with each of the other guys. Ginger, more often than not, wanted at least one double in the swing and occasionally, some of the other guys would form separate doubles. Jim and Anchor Bicep made another good pair. The most I took was 13 double fucks in one afternoon. So with the single cock fucks and the doubles, my ass was really very busy on those Sundays …and happy, very happy…sore, but happy!

I could never stop Anchor Bicep from getting under us to suck their cocks, when ‘S’ was one of the doubles and holding me standing up, which is what I also wanted to do, tasting it straight from my hole.  But each single fuck I got from ‘S’ whether or not he had cum, he would  always let me suck his BBC clean and also suck his balls, which he liked a lot and which if I “forgot” he would remind me by saying something like “You’re not finished yet. Balls need a good sucking.”  or “Get back here and get my balls in your mouth.”  I never actually “forgot”, I just liked hearing him telling me to do it. He also liked his baby smooth ass eaten and tongue fucked, which I never forgot!

 ‘S’ also always liked his pits smelled, licked and sucked. And a full body tongue bath if he got sweaty enough during the day or if he came to the gangbang having not showered for a few days and some particularly hard workouts which gave him a very strong intoxicating scent. Arriving this way was a special request of mine which he agreed to immediately. When he did arrive this way he’d walk over to me, shove one of his pits into my face and say loud enough so the group could hear, something like “I fuckin stink, clean me up,” or “Haven’t showered for four days, get to work.”, etc.

The group was always very vocal during these tongue baths. They usually made me concentrate mostly on what you’d think they would; his balls, and cock, only occasionally his pecs and nipples, and on his crack and hole. Personally, I always made sure that his guns were well licked and sucked because they were a part of him that I rarely got to put in my mouth.  His cock, balls crack and hole, I was always sucking.  And I liked it best when he flexed while I was sucking then so I could feel even more of his bicep fill my mouth. He always winked and smiled at me when he flexed.

But I was always more than happy to smell, lick, suck and taste whatever he or the group wanted me to, as often as he or they wanted me to and for as long as he or they wanted me to. For me, black guys just smell and taste better than white guys. They have a virile, robust, heavier, potent, earthier, funkier, muskier, powerful scent and taste, especially muscled black guys like ‘S’.  As the Campbell’s soup commercial used to go:  M’m! M’m! Good!  (It’s on YouTube for those who aren’t old enough to remember and are wondering what the hell I’m writing about.)

Jim somehow found out that I liked to eat my food with cock and cum.  When it was time for lunch, the guys would put out a buffet for them, you know; sandwiches, chips, beer and such but not me. My lunch was always just fillings; tuna salad, egg salad, ham salad, etc. no bread and some other soft spreads like humus, guacamole, cream cheese, peanut butter, jam, whip cream, Nutella, etc., anything spreadable. And I was always fed.

Jim would dunk his cock in whatever it was and then feed me my lunch. He also liked spreading my lunch on his balls, or deep inside his hairy crack or pits, across his chest, on his nips and abs and then tell me to lick it all up.  He’d place the head of his cock in my mouth to hold it down with his shaft sticking straight out between us and spread my food on it. Then he’d slowly push his shaft into my mouth saying things like open wide, suck it in, eat me, take it all, lick it up, etc.  He also got suggestions from the group on what to put where and how I should eat it. A few of the guys liked to join in occasionally. The first time that Pube Patch saw this, of course he immediately started putting my lunch on his patch and would tell me to lick it up. I always got a mouth full of his pubic hair along with whatever else I was eating and I’d feel them tickle my throat as I swallowed.

Sometimes, Jim would use part of my lunch as lube to fuck me. He particularly liked using peanut butter. He also liked to shove his cock and fingers in my ass and make me lick them feeding me my lunch and occasionally some left over cum still in my ass or part of his fresh load. Actually peanut butter and cum tasted of just peanut butter, not like the eggs or toast or coffee of Huge Cock’s big loads where I could really taste his cum.

Jim would also dunk his cock in whatever they gave me to drink or pour it on his cock and make me lick and suck it off. Occasionally, he’d beat off into it or have someone who was ready to shoot do it and then watch me drink it. And sometimes what came out of his cock wasn’t just cum. He especially liked to watch me drink a beer that he had flavored. And he liked to give Anchor Biceps a special steel straw to use to suck the loads from my ass during the day. Then give it to me to use for my beer. Again beer and cum tasted of just beer. Because it was smooth, the straw never collected enough cum inside of it to flavor the liquid, but it did provide a real depth inside my ass when he was sucking out the cum.

These guys liked to get creative and experiment. If some guy in a bar told them a wild story of something that he had done once in a gangbang or something of what someone else had told him they once did, they wanted to try it. Or if they had read something different in a porn story or watched something in a porn flick, they wanted to try it. Or found something on the internet. I suspected that they purposefully solicited ideas at the gym or a bar, or wherever, to try out on our Sunday gangbangs. Not much escaped their notice. They were always trying new things.

Once Jim brought a jock he bought on the internet that he paid to have customized. It was crusted with sweat, precum, cum and piss. It probably had been collecting all this for months. While Pube Patch was fucking me one Sunday, Jim placed the jock over my nose and mouth and held it tight enough against my face that I almost chocked on the smell. Then he shoved the entire pouch in my mouth and told me not to take it out until it was all nice and clean and soft. I must confess it did taste good. And it took a long time to get all that crusted fluid softened and dissolved in my mouth. I could still taste it for days. Did I mention that I’m very, very, very oral? 

There wasn’t much these guys wouldn’t try…and they had all day to exercise the results of their creativity, curiosity and research.

So once a month, I always ended up with a gut and ass flooded with their DNA, my body covered in their sweat, scent, precum and cum and fully used, abused and exhausted. I never showered on those Sundays. Voyeur liked their smell on me too. If Monday was a holiday and I didn’t have to go to work, I’d wait til Tuesday. 

But whether it was at the bar, or our nights with Huge Cock, or the monthly Sunday gangbangs; regardless of what, or who, I did or we did, when or where or how many, or how many times, at the end of the night my ass always went home with Voyeur and he knew that he would always be my last fuck of the night. Frequently he was the first of the day, but he was always the last…for 42 years.  

Hi guys, before you start reading this story, I would like to apologize for my grammar. English is not my native language. I hope it won’t bother you too much and that you will enjoy my fictional story.

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I entered my place, striped into my still wet jocks from my cum. I was rock hard because of the smell coming out of my jocks into my nostrils. I stood before a mirror and took a picture of myself holding the box from Sir. I was horny again, even though I had an orgasm just a few minutes ago. I pressed send picture on my phone, hoping my Sir would answear me right away. After a minute of realizing I was loving being under the control of another man and that I started loving the cum control and all the fetishes it comes with, I got a message from my Sir.

“Undress yourself, and leave your jocks somewhere to dry properly. I want you to open the box. It is a gift from me, so don’t you dare to disappoint me.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for the gift, Sir.” Was my answer.

I stripped down from my jocks and left them on a table where the box was placed. I sat down on a chair before the box, naked and still with a hard dick. I could smell the scent of the jocks and my cum in them, which I was really enjoying.

I opened the box, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Inside the box was a pink butt plug. My cock twitched from excitement when I saw it. I had always dreamed about trying some sex toys before that moment, and I knew that my dream would soon come true. I picked up the butt plug and was charmed by his shape, it looked beautiful. My phone beeped, and I saw a message from my Sir.

“So, do you like your gift, boy ?” 

I answered, my Sir, and told him all about how I always wanted to try something like that.

“I am glad to hear that, because from now on, you will spend more time with that thing in your ass than without it. The real fun and training can only begin now. I will make you my slut.”

I was both excited and worried about the text. The only thing up my ass till that moment were my fingers, and now I was expected to be plugged all the time? My cock twitched at that idea.

“The butt plug also comes with lube. I want you to lube the butt plug and your ass hole as well. Then slowly insert the butt plug in your ass and send me a picture.”

The day had already come. I was about to try my first sex toy. I gently applied lube on the butt plug and on my ass hole as well. I put the tip of the butt plug in my ass hole and gently pushed the base of the butt plug. The sensation was indescribable. I felt every inch of it enter my ass. My hole was spreading, and I loved every part of it. The plug got inside pretty easily since the size of that plug wasn’t really big. It was exactly the right size for a beginner. My ass felt full, and I could feel how the tip of the plug was precisely resting on my prostate. I took a picture of that plug inside my ass with my already-leaking dick in the background and sent it to Sir.

“Well, I see it suits you excellently. Now I want you to grab your jocks, put them in your mouth, and start wanking your cock. Like in the first task, I want you to get to the edge, send me a picture, and then rest for a minute. The only difference now is that I want you to get to the edge 15 times. Be a good boy and show your Sir what a slut you can be!”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stood up and went for the jocks. It felt a bit weird walking with a plug inserted in my ass, but I liked it. I took my already dry and cum stained jocks and laid down on my bed. My jocks, which used to be white, were now yellow from my piss and stained from my cum. I put them in my mouth and made sure that the cum stained part rested on my tongue. I really liked the way they tasted. The salty, tasty cum on my tongue made me really horny, so I grabbed my cock and started wanking.

I got to the edge 15 times and made sure to send a hot picture of myself to my Sir every time. My cock was leaking pre-cum like never before. The sensation of a plug in my ass, my mouth gaged with my used jocks, made me moan every time I got to the edge like a little slut.

“Good little slut. Now I want you to take your jocks out of your mouth and put them on. Take that plug out of your sluty ass. Put the plug inside your mouth and enjoy the taste of your ass.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I took the jocks out of my mouth and put them on. I could feel the wet spot from my saliva on my hard dick. I grabbed the plug by the base, and it popped out of my ass. I left a small moan. I looked at the plug and inserted it into my mouth. The taste of my ass on my tongue was delicious. I was licking it and enjoying the pleasure. I admitted I was a horny little slut. I took a picture of my mouth stuffed with the plug while my cock was leaking in my jocks. I sent the picture to my Sir because I knew he wanted it, even though he never asked for it.

“That is how I like my slut. Sending me a picture without even asking for one. You can put the plug away now and take a rest. I hope there is no need to remind you that you are not allowed to touch your dick while you are not ordered to.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

The rest of the day went pretty normal, even though I was really horny after the edging session.

Later that day, I got a message from my Sir again. I was really excited about it. I loved him ordering me things to do. I loved being under control.

“Before you go to sleep, I want you to insert the plug in your ass again and leave it there for the rest of your night so that your slutty ass gets used to it. I also want you to piss into a glass and send me a video of you drinking it all.”

My cock was hard as steel just from reading the message. I had never drunk my piss before. I was really excited about trying it since the smell of my own piss in my jocks made me so horny before.

I inserted the pink plug in my ass and let out a moan as it again pressed on my prostate. I put a glass under my hard cock and pissed inside it. The yellow piss in the glass looked so nice. I put it in my mouth, smelling its scent. It was stronger than the smell of piss in my jocks. It really turned me on like hell. I opened my mouth and drank it to the bottom while recording the whole thing. The salty taste on my tongue was stunning. I liked it so much. I was confused about why I had never tried it before. I sent the video to my Sir.

“Good boy. You will be rewarded for this tomorrow. Good night.”

“Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir.”

I was happy about the reward that was waiting for me. I lay down in my bed with the plug in my ass. My jocks were wet again from my pre-cum because of the plug and the piss I drank. I could still taste the piss in my mouth while I was horny and falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a morning wood. Usually I would take care of it, but now that I was under the control of another man, I knew I wasn’t allowed to. I stood up and felt the plug in my ass. I went for a piss, and just like usually, I was about to drip some piss into my jocks. By accident, I put more than a few drips inside my jocks. A huge yellow spot appeared on my jocks from it, but I didn’t mind because I liked the piss in my jocks, and how it was turning my jocks yellow. I turned on the phone and saw that Sir already messaged me.

“Good morning, boy. Write me when you get up.”

“Good morning, Sir.” With that text, I sent him a picture of my morning wood in my pissed jocks.

“I see you put some more drips of piss into your jocks than usual, but I like it. Get ready for your morning task, boy. I want you to pull out your plug, insert it back in, and continue with that, so you can fuck your sluty ass with that. At least for 10 minutes.”

I laid down on my bed and started to fuck my ass with the plug. My ass was used to the plug by then, so it wasn’t so hard, but I was still moaning like a slut as I was fucking my tight ass. It felt wonderful. I recorded the whole thing and sent it to Sir. I inserted the butt plug back into my ass and patiently waited for a response.

“You are a good slut. Now put your jocks in your mouth and get ready for a surprise.”

As I was filling my mouth with my pissed and cum-stained jocks, I was wondering about the surprise. And then it happened. The plug in my ass awakens to life. I felt a vibration in my ass. It was a freaking vibrator. I had never felt anything like that before. I was moaning through my jocks in my mouth so hard. The pleasure in my ass was so good. The tip of the plug vibrated exactly against my prostate. I was in heaven. My cock was leaking so much that my whole belly was wet.

“Like it, slut?”

“Yes, Sir. I had never felt such a pleasure before, Sir.”

“Glad to hear that. This is only the first setting out of ten. I will now circulate through all the settings. Every time I change the setting, I will give you a number representing the power of vibration. You are not allowed to touch your dick during this task. You can play with your nipples. Have fun.”

Only the first setting out of ten? I couldn’t imagine how it could be stronger. And I felt the change. The vibration got stronger. My ass was burning from pleasure, and I could see on my display that it was setting number 2. I squeezed my nipples so hard. 

After 5 minutes of pleasure, the vibration changed again. There was a massive power change because it was so strong that I moaned so hard. I was moaning into my jocks and enjoying every second of it. I looked at the display and saw number 4. 

After a while, it changed again. For a few seconds, I could see number 5, and then it changed to 6. And again, after a few seconds, it changed to number 7, this continued till it got to number 9. I was twisting my nipples so hard as I was moaning. I wanted to jerk off my cock so hard. The sensation made me shake in bed. 

After a while, the setting changed to number 3. Sir was circulating through all settings again and again, never using the strongest one. Once it went up , once down. I was playing with my nipples and sucking on my pissed jocks in my mouth while moaning like a slut. My cock leaked so much pre-cum that it looked like I cummed dozens of times. Shaking in my bed, after something like 30 minutes, the vibration stopped, and a message from my Sir appeared on my mobile.

“This is only the start of all the things I will do to your ass. I hope you like it. Now I will turn on setting number 10 , I will leave it on until you cum, but you will cum without your hands , don’t you dare touch your dick!”

Finally, after all the teasing and edging, I could cum. And then I felt it. The buzz in my ass. The vibrator jumped right on setting number 10. My prostate was burning with pleasure. It was twice as strong as setting number 9. I was shaking in my bed and moaning so loudly that my neighbors had to hear me. After a few minutes, I could feel I was about to bust my load. I grabbed my nipples and squeezed them as hard as I could.

The orgasm I felt was like never before. I was screaming into my jocks. I shot the biggest load ever. The load landed directly in my face. I shot six times, and it spread all over my belly, chest, and face. I felt the amazing sensation of orgasm for another few seconds. It was the longest orgasm I had ever had. I quickly grabbed the phone and barely wrote to Sir that I was done. I couldn’t even properly see on my mobile because of the cum all over my face. The vibrator turned off. 

I took a picture of me laying down on my bed, pink butt plug in my ass, my cock lying on my belly, cum and pre-cum all over my body and face while gagged with jocks. It was a really hot picture. I sent it to Sir.

“I see you had a fun boy. This picture is my favorite so far. Wipe the cum from your body and face with your jocks, and put them on. The plug stays in your butt.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Almost forgot, here is your task for the day. Every time you need to piss, piss inside a bottle. Drink a lot of water, so you piss a lot.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With that, I went to the kitchen to drink some water. I was really looking forward to the task with that bottle of piss and was wondering how I was going to use it.

Later that night, I got a message from my Sir saying “2” and my plug came to life once again. My dick turned hard in a second. After a few minutes, I received another message from Sir.

“For the next 3 days, you are not allowed to touch your cock. I will turn on, and turn off the plug whenever I want. You are not allowed to cum. No matter if you sleep or are out, I will turn it on if I want to. You continue to piss inside the bottle until it is full, only then are you allowed to piss in the toilet. Before every sleep, you piss inside a glass and drink it up like a nice piss slave. When you need to use the toilet, you are allowed to put your plug out, but you have to insert it in your mouth so you can taste your ass. Good night, bitch.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir.”

The next three days, I obeyed. I filled the bottle with my piss, not knowing what was about to happen with it. Before every sleep, I drank a glass of my piss. I enjoyed those three days. I was horny during them because I was not allowed to cum for three days. My jocks were yellow from my pre-cum and my drips of piss. They smelled really good because I also wore them to the gym, so they were soaked in my sweat as well. Vibrator made me also horny as fuck, it went on and off whenever or wherever I was. Sometimes during the night, even at the gym. I had to hide in the locker room during that, so nobody would see my hard cock. The vibration went up to maximum power 3, so it was bearable. I enjoyed every time I put the plug in my mouth and tasted my ass. I really enjoyed those 3 days of being under control and doing those fetish things. I really liked the tasks from my Sir.

On the fourth day, I was woken up by my vibrator. It went on setting number 5 I think. It was 9:00 a.m. I looked at my phone and saw a message from my Sir. Finally.

“Meet me at this address at 12:00 a.m. Use this train to get here. Bring the piss bottle with you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I was so excited. I was finally going to meet my Sir. That was so amazing. My cock was throbbing in my jocks, leaking precum from the vibrations.

I got ready and headed out to the train station. The train journey took 30 minutes. When the train started, the butt plug in my ass came to life. I got a message from my Sir.

“I will play with those settings for the next 30 minutes. Enjoy the ride, boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

For the next 30 minutes, I was sweating in a train. The maximum power of vibration got to level 4, but I still had much to do to stop me from moaning like a slut. I was leaking so much into my jocks that it felt like I cummed three times during the journey. My cock liked the wet spot of precum he was lying.

When the train stopped , my vibrator stopped with it as well. I had to cover my crotch with my backpack, because I was still hard and had a big bulge in those shorts.

After 5 minutes of walking, I got to the address. I was standing there before the house. I knocked on the door. My plug started to vibrate right on my prostate, and the doors opened. And there he was. My Sir.

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It was the first time in two month that Mike had exile Paul to the guest room, but otherwise it was a normal evening. The state trooper coming into town a little earlier to hang out, a blowjob from Kevin on the living room sofa, right in front of Paul’s eager eyes, followed by dinner out. Once they came back, the 26-year old was touchy feeling with the former personal trainer, feeling him up and kissing him along the neck. 

“Ready for me to take care of you, Daddy?” he growled.

Kevin grunted with a gasp. He hadn’t gotten off earlier, hoping to channel his libido for the main event. He was rock hard in his jeans now. 

“God, yeah, Bull.”

Mike patted the older man’s firm shoulders and looked over at Paul. “We’re taking the master bedroom, cuck,” he growled. “You might as well get your stuff to sleep in the guest room tonight.”

Mike McConnell wasn’t overly gruff in these commands, but his matter of fact tone was even hotter to Paul. He still couldn’t believe how confident the younger man was in his Bull role.

“You gonna give him what I can’t?” he asked, the lust rising in his voice. 

“What do you think?” Mike smirked. Then running his hands caressingly over Kevin’s chest, he leaned in. “Tell him, Daddy. Am I gonna give you what you need?”

If Mike was naturally confident in running the cuck show, Kevin had to learn it, learn to embrace it. But he was more adept and relaxed at it now. He looked Paul in the eye, turned on by how much his husband was into this. “You know he is babe. His cock is superior to yours, in every way. He knows how to use it better, too.”

Paul gulped and his face reddened. “I love you, babe.”

Kevin leaned into Mike’s hunky frame, letting the state cop hold him possessively. “I love you, too, Paul. I just need this younger man to satisfy me sexually.” He twisted his head and kissed Mike, who excitedly moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue forward. 

“Come on, Daddy,” the trooper finally growled. “I need some one-on-one time with the hottest guy in the city.” 

Their attention was no longer on Paul as they held hands and made their way to the master bedroom. 

Kevin couldn’t believe how much Mike McConnell turned him on. It was boasting, a game, sure, to play up the Bull’s prowess. But the physical attraction between the two was intense and the sexual chemistry definitely present. After the afternoon and evening around the young stud, Kevin was keyed up for just about anything.

Mike took it slow. Making out, first with their clothes, then slowly stripping each other, kissing a lot in between. And kissing some more as their nude bodies embraced. 

When they first started this cuck situation, Kevin thought Mike McConnell wore too much cologne. Now, that scent was an instant hardon, and both he and Paul loved the way that citrusy-woody smell lingered on the bedsheets or couch, even after Mike had gone.

The smell and feel of the young man was driving Kevin wild now. He humped against the buff man and clung to those meaty lats as they made out. It wasn’t a surprise to Kevin when after their rolling around and some swapping oral, Mike ended up on top of him, the cusp-of-beefy muscled raised on his braced forearms as he looked into Kevin’s eyes.

“Happy anniversary, Daddy,” he hissed, grinding his cock against Kevin’s erection. Mike loved every bit of the older, fit man’s body, that daddy dick included, perfectly shaped and rigid as a spike against his more vascular phallus. But both men relished the size difference and the way the cop’s bigger cock was one reason he was fucking Kevin on a regular basis.

Kevin didn’t follow. “Anniversary?”

Mike grinned. “It’s one year to the day when I first came over and fucked you,” he explained, his chest puffing in pride.

Kevin reached up and felt that pectoral mass, which Mike kept smooth. God, Mike had an incredible bod, just enough realness to add to its porny dimensions. “Fuck,” the older guy hissed as the idea sank in. 

“You gonna let me give you your anniversary fuck, Daddy?”

He didn’t wait for an answer but was already kissing his way down Kevin’s body, savoring the way Kev had a definite middle-aged solidity. He swiped the hairy testicles before lifting those conditioned thighs and leaning into start rimming the man.

“God, Bull…!” Kevin growled. Mike was SO good at this. For all the cuck talk, Kevin’s connection with Mike wasn’t about putting Paul’s sexual ability down, not really. But Kevin had felt frustrated at his husband’s lack of interest in rimming. And he was a little upset that Paul only seemed interested in trying once Mike had left a creampie. 

The state trooper was going to make up for every missed rim job Kevin ever craved. That skilled tongue was flitting and prodding into Kevin’s relaxing hole.

Mike seemed to know when enough was enough. He lubed up and quickly fingered Kevin to make sure the older man was ready. Then, placing Kevin’s legs on his shoulder, he entered his daddy. 

“You’re horny, Daddy,” he observed. 

“God, yeah, Bull,” Kevin hissed, feeling the fullness of that eight inch dong press inward, into his accepting guts. “Need you to fuck me, stud.”

“I shouldn’t have made you wait, man,” Mike said as he took an extra breath to make sure he didn’t get too excited. Kevin’s need was gonna get him too worked up. And his pride as a Bull was in controlling his sexual response.

“God YES!” Kevin cried. Loud enough for Paul to hear for sure, in the next room. That cop dick had bottomed out, faster than he could remember.

“One year, Daddy,” Mike smiled as he started thrusting into Kevin, feeling the simultaneous tightness and readiness of this man’s ass.

Kevin’s hands clung to that trooper muscle, groping and actually pulling the younger top in toward him.

“I got ya, Daddy,” Mike growled, picking up his thrusts, while not breaking eye contact with Kev. Kevin Connors was a great bottom, skilled and horny, but they’d never gone at it this hard before. Mike fucked with full athletic strokes and read Kevin’s face for a reaction. “God, you want more, Daddy?”

Kevin was feeling his hole violated by the size of Mike’s oversized cock, which made any intensity of fuck doubled in effect. But he was surprised by how he was able to take it. A split second reflection gave him his answer. “Yeah, Mike, I do. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

The horniness his the state trooper deep. He threw his hole body into it. Hard fast shoves that made his heavy prick an in-and-out-blur in Kevin’s now opened, receptive hole. At any other time, he’d be making a crack about how they were putting on a show to make Paul jealous. Not now, Mike was unable to think of anything except for the physical sensations in his cock and the excitement of mating with Kevin like this.

“Goddamn, Daddy!” he grunted and Kevin’s fingers gripped his sides tighter to encourage him to give it up. “OH FUCK!” his cry announcing the start of his ejaculation. Even with Kevin’s earlier blow job this cum felt good and heavy. The kind he’d give when he wanted Paul to eat out his husband’s creampie.

As he came to, he saw a big smile on Kevin’s face, but also knew the other man hadn’t gotten off. “Let me get you there, Daddy,” he hissed. Instead of the hard pounding, he eased his cum-slimy dick softly in and out of Kevin. 

“Jesus,” Kev grunted. He’d loved the hard fuck, more than he expected, but the gentle fuck now was a perfect stimulation of his prostate. He gripped his boner and started stroking.

“There you, go, babe,” Mike encouraged, now talking to Kevin in terms of endearment. 

“Oh fuck Mike…” Kevin’s voice was needy, as was his gaze that looked up into his top’s eyes. “You’re gonna get me to cum.” He was SO close.

Mike kept the slow pace but put a little more force in the deep plunges. “That’s the point, Daddy. To make you feel good. You deserve it, Kev.”

Kevin’s face went beet red and he shot, big, matching the size of Mike’s load inside him.

“Fucking stud,” Mike grinned as he watched Kevin pump it out. “Let it all out, man.”

Mike finally pulled out and they embraced, tight, hearts pounding.

***

The state trooper was a little disoriented when he roused the next day. It took him a second to realize he was in Paul and Kevin’s bed, alone. Kevin wasn’t there, the sheets on his side of the bed pulled down.

It took him another second to realize it had been Paul’s knock to wake him up. The husband was there at the bedroom’s entrance, dressed in his loungewear. 

“Hey Mike,” he greeted. A seriously look on his face but his voice calm. “You should go.”

“What?” the highway cop said as he leaned up and wiped the sleep from his eyes.

“I’m serious,” Paul asserted. “Something you did or said last night freaked Kevin out.”

Kevin couldn’t think what that was. But something clearly had happened. Kevin wasn’t there, and he knew these guys wouldn’t overreact to something. He nodded and even if he still didn’t know what the fuck was going on, he started gathering his clothes. 

He felt sheepish as he walked out into the living room. If it hadn’t been from his buzz-cut style hair, he would have had that just woken up look. “Want me to talk to him?” he asked Paul, who was standing by the door, ready to show Mike out.

“No,” Paul said. “I don’t think that’s a good idea now.”

“OK,” Mike said. “Sorry if I caused any problems.”

Paul just nodded in acknowledgment, then watched as Mike stepped out.

***

“We should meet.”

It was a text from Kevin, not Paul. It had been a tough couple of days for Mike, playing over things in his head. He’d had cucks snap or a couple’s jealousy rise up. It had when he first started playing with these guys, but it felt like they’d gotten beyond that. Things felt easy and good with them.

Kevin came out to the suburbs, meeting at a coffee place on the trooper’s morning off. Mike had arrived first and his heart beat a little when the DILF walked in. Kevin Connors was one handsome son of a bitch, he knew. 

“Hey,” Kevin said. That Midwestern friendliness and a forced smile on his face. “Gonna get a coffee. Want anything?”

Mike held up his cup. “No thanks.”

The trooper’s eyes were on Kevin as he strutted to the counter. He was wearing jeans and a zip up workout pullover that contoured to his muscle. As Mike admired the older man’s physical form, he was still a little upset that he’d done something, anything to mess up this arrangement with Kevin and Paul. He’d had 48 hours or so to go over the evening in his mind and wasn’t sure how he’d fucked things up. But he had a shiver of realization that while before he’d compared his bull experiences to Greg and Joe, now he’d be comparing things to Kevin and Paul.

“Hey,” Mike said as Kevin pulled up a chair at his table. “Thanks for coming out.”

“No problem,” Kevin said. “Is it OK to talk here?”

Mike thought and took a quick look around. The table was far enough from others. “We’re good… so, what’s up?”

“I wanted to apologize. In person. I got freaked out the other night,” Kevin started. “I felt overwhelmed.”

Mike was going to speak up but he figured he’d let Kevin talk. 

“Something about the one year thing… I realized I’m in love with you, man.”

“Jesus,” Mike said. Maybe not the smoothest reaction, but Kevin’s admission caught him off guard. “I don’t know what to say, Kevin,” he half apologized.

Kevin looked at him, somewhat calmly, like he’d been rehearsing this speech. “I can’t compartmentalize things, not like you do, Mike.”

The younger man wondered just how good he was at compartmentalizing. “I swear, Kevin, I wasn’t trying to get between you guys.”

Kevin replied, “You’re not between us, Mike. But it got pretty heavy for me. And I had to tell Paul.”

“Shit,” Mike hissed. He’d gotten into being a bull because he didn’t want the messy complications of a relationship, but this seemed pretty damn messy. “Um, does Paul know you’re here?” 

Kevin nodded. “He does. And he trusts me.” With an earnest look he asked point blank, “I came here to ask you, face to face, what are you after… you know, with us?”

At that point Mike could read the pain in Kevin’s face, behind the outward composure. He felt like a heel. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Kevin,” he replied. “I wanted a lot of fun.”

“I just want an honest answer, to know how you feel,” Kevin said. “Seriously.”

Mike nodded. “Yeah, I liked the easy going part of it,” the younger man added. “If it’s gonna be weird with you and Paul, that messes up the whole dynamic.”

Kevin gave a playful grin which made Mike feel a little better, even as he pushed back. “You make it sound like I’m the one who messed it up.”

Mike took that in. “I guess the anniversary business was pushing the envelope too far. That’s on me. Sorry.”

“I’m not fragile, man,” Kevin said. “It’s all good. But I can’t do ‘just fun’.”

Mike gulped. “Yeah, I get it.”

Kevin looked into Mike’s eyes with a clear sexual interest and maybe more that made Mike’s heart pound. “I should probably go now,” the older man said. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Absolutely,” Mike said, standing up as Kevin got up from the table. A hug felt too familiar, but he held out his hand to shake. “Sorry I messed things up.”

“No one messed anything up,” Kevin said as he gripped Mike’s paw. “It just happened.”

Mike dropped his voice to a soft volume. “I’m gonna miss you, Daddy.” Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but he had to say it.

“I’m gonna miss you, Bull,” Kevin replied. Then with a wink, let go of the trooper’s hand and turned to leave.

EPILOGUE

“Mike?” came the voice from behind him. The city’s football team were in the playoff and Mike McConnell was in one of the gay spots that branded itself as a sports bar.

A lot happened in two years. Mike’s experience with Kevin and Paul had him reexamining himself, wondering if he set himself up to be removed from other people. He’d gravitated toward standing cuck couples because something about it felt safe. Maybe Mike craved safety too much.

He came out to some fellow troopers. It went about as well as he expected. Major cold shoulder from his fellow patrolmen and worse when word got around. Mike applied for a LGBT liason position in the city police force and got the job. It meant starting over – and Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about being a city cop – but he needed the change. 

“Paul?” the cop now responded when he saw Paul Stanson there, wearing the team’s jersey and showing a buzz on his handsome face. It was a surprise to run into the man again, and a bigger surprise Paul didn’t try to punch him out. Instead the man was pulling him into a hug like a long-lost friend.

“How you doing man?” Paul said as he patted Mike’s back and then pulled back. “In the city on the prowl?” he winked.

Mike laughed. Jesus, this wasn’t the conversation he was expecting. But he had to admit Paul was looking good. He’d put on a little muscle since the last time and had that suave silvery-haired looks now that he was much grayer. 

“Nah, I live in town now,” Mike explained. “Got a job with the city PD.”

“Yeah?” Paul said. “Good for you, man. Listen, Kevin and I are over at one of the booths with some friends. You should come over and say hello.”

“You sure?” Mike asked, caution kicking in.

Paul patted Mike’s meaty upper arm. “Absolutely. He’d love to see you.”

Mike nodded, not committing, but answered. “I’ll see. Great to see you, Paul.”

“You too… I gotta get back to them.” 

The cop nursed half of his beer while he weighed whether to go over. He stole glances across the bar and could see Kevin from the back. Mike had actually started going on dates, real dates. Always with older men. Maybe not Kevin Connors hot, but plenty DILF-y enough. It had been good, Mike decided, but he missed the raw sexuality of being a bull. “You always act like you’re in a porno?” one daddy asked. 

Pornos are hot, Mike though of saying. But it was all trial and error. Hooking up, dating, seeing where the chemistry lay. Mike used to think that being treated as a piece of meat was a defense against committed relationship. But he realized it went deeper. The cop often went for older, successful men. Mike sometimes felt intimidated for not having a college degree or following the conversation topics on a date. Maybe being a rack of cop meat with a big dick was a way to feel in control. Maybe.

And damnit, it turned him on to be the young stud with an older man.

Mike set down his empty bottle and walked over to the booth. The friends were gone and it was just Paul and Kevin. Paul noticed him first and broke into an amused smile. He spoke to Kevin who turned around. 

Any nervousness Mike felt melted when he saw Kevin’s smile. The DILF was in his early 50s now, and had more salt in his hair, which he’d grown out and styled lately. He’d somehow added some of his husband’s handsomeness to his ex-jocky looks. 

“Hey,” Mike greeted as he stepped up to the table.

“Hi Mike,” Kevin said. “Paul said he saw you here.” Almost instantly, he scooted over in the booth. “Why don’t you join us?”

Mike almost suggested taking the other side, next to Paul, but he relented, sliding in next to Kevin.

“Can I get you anything, man?” Paul asked. 

“Yeah, sure. Um, a Coors. Or whatever,” the cop said.

“Coming right up,” Paul said, sliding out of the seat. “What about you, babe?”

Kevin held up a glass that had an inch of mixed vodka drink left. “Yeah, another, hon. Thanks.” Paul went off toward the bar.

Mike had a nervous smile as he asked Kevin, “So… how have you been, Kevin? Doing good?”

“Yeah, doing fine. Work’s work, turning 50 sucks,” he laughed. “But other than that, I’m doing great.” He took a sip of his drink and looked at Mike, who had a little more muscle and a lot more definition. Mike had worn a tight T-shirt that showed off his beef really well. “What about you? Paul says you’ve moved in to the city?” he prompted.

Mike nodded. He proceeded to catch Mike up. Not with all the changes in his life, but enough. 

Paul returned, drinks in hand. “So… you tell him, babe?”

Mike turned back to Kevin. “Tell me what?”

“Since our time with you, we’ve opened to cucking, a lot,” Kevin explained. 

“We’ve done with a few bulls,” Paul added. “It’s been incredible. We have you to thank for it, Mike.”

Mike was trying to imagine these guys with another bull. Some dude was gonna think he hit the jackpot for sure. “I’m glad, guys… But I gotta say I’m surprised you went with it.. you know, after what happened.”

“We’re a little more careful about boundaries now,” Kevin said. “But it turns out I’m into the scene as much as Paul is.”

“Maybe more,” Paul added with a big grin.

“That’s cool,” I said. 

“What about you?” Paul chimed in. “You been busy turning guys into helpless cucks?”

There was something about the casualness by which he and Kevin were talking about this that chubbed Mike up. He’d missed this verbal dynamic, missed the kink. “Actually, I’ve been trying the whole dating thing. You know, the traditional kind,” he replied.

“Anyone serious?” Kevin asked. 

Mike shook his head. “Fraid not.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Kevin said. God, there was something about his eyes that drew Mike in. 

“It’s OK,” the cop shrugged. “If I’m honest with myself, maybe I miss being a bull.”

“Damn, buddy,” Paul chimed. “Kevin might not want me feeding your ego more, but you’re hands down the best bull we ever met.”

These guys words were getting to Mike’s horny spot. “Yeah? I feel bad for messing it up.”

“Dude, and I was so close to being in a throuple.” Paul’s words were playful, but there was something else to the tone and the look in Paul’s eyes.

“No… fuck, what?” Mike asked, turning to Kevin for confirmation. 

Kevin grinned. Under the table he patted Mike’s beefy thigh and slid his hand up. “You weren’t interested in anything serious, so I didn’t pursue anything.” 

“Damn,” Mike hissed. He didn’t know what to make of the revelation. But his dick was getting hard from the talk and the feel of Kevin’s touch. It was a 180. Before he’d been the mentor coaching these guys into a cuck relationship. Now he was the one being chased. 

Kevin’s next words confirmed it. “Think you can be my bull for old time’s sake? Just for fun, Mike… like you want.”

The cop gulped. Paul’s eyes were on him, watching intensely. He wanted to be cucked by Mike. Maybe it was thanks for introducing Paul to his real self and getting Kevin into it, too. But it felt like more.

Just as Kevin’s hand started playing with the erection in his jeans, Mike looked to Paul and asked. “So… you would have let me date your husband?”

Paul grinned, but was clearly getting turned on. “Absolutely. He was in love with you, man. He loves me, but he loves you, too. Still does.”

The cop’s dick hardened to steeliness now. He reached down and guided Kevin’s hand squarely onto it. 

“What if I want more than ‘just fun’ tonight?” Mike asked Kevin, gulping with nervousness as the situation weighed on all three men.

Kevin’s face had a matching anxiety but broke into a hopeful smile. “God, Bull, I’d be so happy. Paul, too.”

Mike sighed and felt a weird, almost puppy love sweep over him. “You shouldn’t be with a younger Bull, Daddy,” he said softly.

“Oh, why not?” Kevin asked, trying to read the younger man’s expression. 

“Cause we’re not mature enough to know our emotions,” he smirked. 

Kevin laughed. “That’s OK, Bull. You taught me things. Maybe I can teach you things, too.”

“God,” the cop sighed. He looked at Paul, who has smirking but in total lust at the moment. “Why don’t we go? I gotta fuck your husband, bad.”

Paul grunted and nodded.

“Wait,” Kevin said. “Let’s go to the men’s room. I’ll suck you off there.” God, this was definitely a different Kevin Connors than the one Mike first met.

“You serious?” It felt naughty and exciting, but Mike was a cop, and maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing.

“Come on, Bull, it’ll be hot. I can’t wait till we get home.”

Mike let his dick do the thinking. He and Kevin got up, as Paul sat and looked on. 

“My husband’s gonna be there while we do it,” Kevin growled in Mike’s ear. The 27 year old was definitely keyed up for this now. The restroom was set up with private toilet rooms and a common wash area. Kevin found an open door, and ushered Mike in. 

The fit was tight but they closed the door and embraced in a soft kiss. 

“I love you, Daddy,” Mike hissed, feeling the excitement of articulating that for the first time. 

“Love you, Bull,” came Kevin’s response. Already he was undoing Mike’s jeans and reaching in for that fat 8-inch hardon. “We don’t got a lot of time, but I wanna take care of this.”

“Please, Daddy,” Mike hissed. And like that Kevin squatted in front of him and started licking his cock. Then took the cop dick into his mouth. 

It was loving but clearly sexual in its pace. Working several inches of Mike’s prick to get him off. Mike wasn’t aware of how turned on he’d been or how much he’d missed this. But he looked down to his Daddy sucking him, while Paul was back at that booth by himself

Yeah, Paul was part of this too. Mike initially thought Paul Stanson’s cuckdom didn’t run as deep as with Greg. Now he realized it ran deep in a different way. Allowing Kevin to love Mike. Encouraging it even. 

Mike held Kevin’s head and blasted, hard. “Fuck!” he hissed quietly. He felt a little bad he’d used Kevin in such a tawdry way, but Daddy was now kissing his spent cock and tucking it back in.  

“That gonna last you till we get home, Bull?”

There it was. Not even an invitation. Or an expectation. Just a statement of what both men knew what was gonna happen. 

“It damn well better, Daddy. You’re the best at it.”

They met for another tongue-heavy kiss.

Kevin peeked out first as they opened the door. There were two men waiting, and of course it was obvious what had gone on. One guy shook his head, the other made bitchy comment. Mike was in too good a mood to care.

He followed Kevin back to the booth, where Paul waited, all smiled. “Well?” the husband said.

Kevin placed his arm around Mike’s meaty shoulder. “I think I got me a boyfriend, babe.”

Paul felt a foot nudge his calf beneath the table. “I guess that would make you my boyfriend, too, Cuck,” Mike said with a smile. “Whaddya say?”

“Sounds amazing,” Paul replied. “And we’ve explored a few things since last time, too.”

“Is that right, Daddy?” Mike grinned, leaning into Kevin’s body, savoring the man’s scent and warmth.

“Yeah, a few things,” Kevin answered cagily.

“Can’t wait to find out, guys,” the cop said.

THE END

“Papi is not coming home for lunch today” my older brother Tony said as we sat at the kitchen table eating lunch.

“Why?”  I asked.

“He is having a business meeting with Tio Franco “Tony said and continues eating a plate of rice and black beans.

“Too bad” I said.

 It had been a month since dad and I had shared a special time during siesta.  I would look forward each day to sleep with dad in his private room after lunch.  Dad had been working too much and he just needed to nap. I would lie next to him enjoying the feel of his body.   My brothers did not like to take naps. They thought it was for babies, but I did not care what they thought.  “Siesta time was a gift, “my father said and for me it was.   But I had wondered if my brothers had ever been with my dad in that special way.

“I’m going to take a nap in dad’s room.” I said

I walked into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes and jumped in bed. The overhead fans my dad had installed kept the room cooler.  I laid there thinking about dad and I could feel my teenage dick getting hard. I reached into my white briefs and felt my erection. I really did not want to jerk off alone I wish dad were here with me.  I turned over and wrapped my arms around a pillow when I heard a knock at the door.

“Papi?

Tony walked into the bedroom and shut the door

“No, its me” my brother said.

“What do you want?”

“I was feeling a bit sleepy and thought I would take a nap too” Tony said

“Yeah sure” I said wondering why Tony was not napping in his room.

Tony sat kicked off his shoes and undressed my brother is a big jock on campus. He is on his college’s baseball team. Tony had an athletic body but unlike my father he was not hairy.

“Move over “he said and jumps on the bed with me.

I turned over and closed my eyes.  I could feel my brother’s legs rubbing against mine.   I was thinking about dad again and wishing he were next to me.  The thought of my naked father was making my dick get hard something I did not want this to happen with my brother beside me.

“Joey? “

“Go to sleep” I said.

Tony did have a nice body, smooth like mine but more developed because of sports.   I could not resist but touch his beautiful chest.

“What are you doing Joe” Tony said his eyes were still closed.

“Nothing “I said pulling my hands away from my brother’s body.

“I felt your hand” Tony said.

“You were dreaming,” I said turning over.

“No, you did this” Tony said rubbing my chest with is hand.  My brother’s touch felt good.

    “I’m sorry,” I said.

“Does Papi touch you that way?” Tony said as he reached into my briefs and touched my dick.

 “Never” I lie but Tony knows it

 ” Come on hermanito you can trust me” Tony says squeezing my balls

          “Did you and papi do it too?” I spoke.

“Yes, when you were away at camp,” he said.

My dick got  hard thinking about my dad and brother touching each other.

“Can I touch you? “I asked my handsome big brother

“Sure, little brother” Tony said as he pulled off his briefs revealing a seven-inch cock.

 My brother’s body felt so different from my dad. His sun-tanned skin was smooth and sensual.

“Nice dick little brother” Tony said as he started to stroke my cock.

We jerked each other off for a while but I could tell my brother wanted more from me.

“Turn over Joey” Tony said pushing me down on the bed.

“Why? “I protested.

“You’re going to like it” Tony said.

 I tried wrestling him for control, but Tony was stronger than me.

“What are you doing back there!? “I said feeling Tony’s face on my ass.

“Relax brother” Tony said spreading my butt cheeks with his hands. I could feel my brother’s tongue licking my ass hole as he went in deeper my pleasure increased.

“That feels so good “I said.

 I felt Tony rubbing his hard cock in between my ass cheeks.

“This is going to hurt little brother” Tony said I could feel the head of his cock entering my ass.

  I did not want to cry in front of my big jock brother, so I clenched my teeth as his cock penetrate my ass.

“Feel my cock inside you hermanito” Tony said as he pumped his hard shaft in and out of my ass.

“Si Tony si!” I said as the pain turned into intense pleasure.

I was really enjoying getting fucked for the first time by my brother. 

“You like it little bro” Tony said.

I looked up and saw our image reflected on a mirror hanging on the wall. My brother looked beautiful his skin glistening with sweat as he pounded my ass. Tony was real athlete on and off the field. 

“Fuck me Tony!”  I shouted as my brother orgasm filling my ass with his warm cum

“Are you going to cum too?” Tony asks said grabbing my erect cock.

“Yeah” I said.

Tony pumps my cock I was so turned on by our sex play that it did not take  long for me to cum

“Give me you load” Tony said placing his mouth over my cock.

“Oh man, “I moaned letting my big brother swallow my cum

“That was hot little bro,” Tony said as he hugged me.

“I really need that nap now.”

“Me too” Tony said and closed his eyes when we both heard a grunt and looked up to see our father standing by the bedroom door.

“What have you boys been up to?” my father says as he shuts the door.

“Relaxing papi “Tony says.

I noticed dad rubbing the bulge in front of his tight pants.

“Si what Tony said,” I added

 `    Tony and I watched our dad slowly take off his business suit until he strips down to a pair of grey boxer shorts.   Papi is fifty years old. He had been into body building when he was a younger and even the extra weight of middle age did not hide his muscles which were covered with a layer of thick hair.

“Come here Junior” dad said pointing to my brother.

My brother obeyed my father and stood next to him.

“Show your little brother what I taught you.”

  My brother knelt in front of my father.

 “Good boy” my father said 

  My brother pulls out my father ten-inch cock and began to suck on it.

 “Joey there is enough for you too,” my father said to me.

              I joined my brother in worshiping the cock that had made us.   Tony and I licked dad’s hard shaft our tongues savoring the texture.

    “My boys know how to please me” dad said as he enjoyed our oral skills.

          Tony pulled down papi’s boxers so we could enjoy his big hairy balls too.

  “Use your tongue Junior” dad said, and my brother licked his balls as I sucked on his dad cock.

      “Did you boys enjoy your siesta time” my father asked rubbing my head

“I was fucking Joey” my brother said.

“Did you breed him good?” dad asked.

“Yeah a big load too,” my brother said slapping me on the ass

“Get on the bed Joey” my father said.

I did what my father told me.

“Let’s see your ass,” my father said.

I turn over displaying my bare bottom to my dad and brother.

“Nice” my father says as he closed in on my ass and sniffs it.

“He loved it Papi,” my brother says.

My father probes my ass with his tongue sucking in my brothers cum

“He is full junior,” my dad says savoring my brother’s cum.

“Are you going to fuck him dad?” my brother said.

“You want Papi to fuck you son?” my father said as I felt his big hands on my ass.

“Yes please” I pleaded.

“Get the lube Junior,”

I look back and see my brother pouring oil on my father’s erect cock.

“Para  ti hermanito” my brother massages oil into my tender hole.

“ Papi is going to fuck you know “ my father says as his thick cock enters my ass.  

“Que rico” I say moaning with pleasure.

“ Te gusta hijo? “My father said as he thrusts in and out of my ass.

“Yes, papi mucho!” I say and its true nothing feels better than my dad fucking me.

“Meteselo bien papo! “my brother cheers my dad on

I look over and see that my brother is jerking his cock.

“You want this little brother” Tony teases me.

I open my mouth and my brother rams his dick into it.

“Que bien!“ my father says as he keeps on fucking me.   I’m getting pleasure from both ends my brother ravaging my throat and my father fucking my ass. I want this to go on forever, but the sexual heat is too high to last.

“Take my load son,” my father shouts as his orgasms in my ass.

“Me too bro!” my brother fills my mouth with his cum

 My father pulls his cock out of my ass. I can feel his cum dripping out of my hole.

“Big load papi” my brother says.  He buries his face into my cum filled ass felching our father’s seed.

“You two are the best sons a man ever had “my father says and kisses each of us on the mouth.

I close my eyes and try to sleep but I keep seeing images of my brother and dad pleasuring me.  Siesta time will always be special.

The End

So I played hooky from work yesterday for a day of fisting. I started the day off with a Daddy that has a sling. Before we began playing, he shaved my chest then my ass. I watched him in the mirror as he slowly shaved me, meticulously going with the grain of my hair growth. If my cock wasn’t locked up, I’m sure it would have sprung a boner. Each time he grazed a nipple it felt like a fire bolt right to my dick. But alas, my little dick was tucked away and had been for a few weeks.

Once shaved, it was time to mount the sling. I’d taken a gummy on my way over to Daddy’s place and it was really beginning to take hold. Daddy’s greased fingers began venturing inside of me, and he said, “oh boy, you’re really open. Feel how easily they are slipping inside.”

I was getting heady, and decided to take a hit of poppers, I had a fresh bottle of Triple Scorpio. Oh wow, what a rush. It may have been two minutes or three and already I was pushing my ass out and moaning, “Daddy, give me your fist. Put it in me!”

My Daddy gave me what I wanted and needed as he greased up his hand and closed it into a ball. He showed it to me, “is this what you want, boy?” 

“Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes!” I could physically feel my hole loosening up for it. I took a second and third hit off the bottle and just like that, his fist pushed through my balloon knot and he was wrist deep. It was glorious and I trembled and when he pulled his fist out and pushed it back in, each time going faster and just that much deeper, I began shaking and screaming for him to “fuck my cunt open with that fist, Daddy! Wreck that pussy, fuck yeah, fuck it harder, Daddy!” He was all too happy to oblige, and I had a major, intense orgasm, my caged cock exploded with gobs of white cream. 

For me, that was a record. I’d never had anyone make me cum so fast from fisting. It was less than 15 minutes in the sling! With my cock caged up recently, I shouldn’t have been surprised that it happened. 

We didn’t stop there. Daddy continued to punch inside of me for another 15 to 20 minutes as I just put my head back on the sling, arms up behind my head, feet in the stirrups, and let him play my hole like a fiddle. It was truly spectacular, and I could have kept going for longer, but Daddy needed to rest his hands. 

No worries, he tossed me one of my favorite dildos to play with. He sat on a chair at the foot of the sling and watched as I poppered up and fucked myself with an outrageously thick toy, it was a real hole stretcher and I struggled pushing my hole over the widest part. A little more grease, poppers, and determination and I made it work. I had it all inside me now and I let it just sit there for a few minutes as I relaxed. 

Daddy surprised me when he reached for the toy’s handle and began to pull it from my pussy, only to push it right back inside. The outside ring of my cunt really loosening up and enjoying the feeling of it being pushed in and out, in and out. 

Daddy was full of surprises as he let the toy drop to the floor and took his fist to me once again. As they say, “ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby”, and that’s true. His knuckles scraping against my walls made me hum. He was now giving me upper cuts with his fist, pushing more than halfway up to his elbow now. With every punch inside I felt myself pee a little. 

Daddy was alternating both fists inside me now, one powerful blow after the other. He brought me over the edge a second time, my pussy was hungry, and my balls were more than full. It was hot to have Daddy give me exactly what I needed to release some seed. 

Daddy and I played a little more with his fists and some toys, and it was good fun, but he had been called into an unexpected meeting, so our time ended early.  

I was still very high, and my pussy was extremely needy. I logged into a few hook up sites but no luck. I was nearby an adult bookstore I hadn’t been to in quite some time. I took a small bag inside with me of a few butt plugs, Elbow Grease, and poppers. 

As soon as I walked back to find an empty booth a very hood looking Latino man stared at me. He was probably about 6 feet tall, dark black hair and goatee, was dressed in business casual clothes. He placed his hand over his cock and gave it a squeeze. I nodded my head to let him know I liked what I saw and was interested. 

He nodded his head and entered a booth and I followed him inside, then he locked the door. I dropped down to my knees and he dropped his pants and boxers and released his one-eyed uncut monster. It was a nice mouthful of at least seven + inches. I opened my mouth and took it all inside. My top grasped my head and began to skull fuck me; I could feel his hairy balls bouncing against my chin. I tried to pull away and use my hand and he swatted it away, “no manos”, he screamed down to me. He pushed me so now the back of my head was against the wall of the booth, one hand now under my chin and the other at the top of my bald head and he just went to town drilling my face until his balls reared up and busted right down my throat. He was viscous and my chin and my shirt were covered in all kinds of throat goo, but I didn’t mind at all. 

Just like that, he pulled up his pants and left me in the booth still down on my knees.  I closed the door and took off my clothes, and I sat on one of the butt plugs playing with my nips. I left the booth door slightly ajar. 

An older bald Black man entered and shut the door behind him. He didn’t even ask, he pulled down his sweats and pulled out his fat hard nine! It was like a magnet, I was on it like white on rice! I choked on it as I tried and finally succeeded taking that anaconda down my throat. He was grunting, I knew he liked it. Once I had my throat wrapped around his love muscle, his need to breed took over and like the first guy, he grabbed my skull and pounded it until feeding me his load.  All of this happening while I was sitting on my widest butt plug whether he knew it or not.

I was once again sitting on this booth watching gay porn playing with my nips with the door wide open now. I’m only wearing tennis shoes, and have this big fat buttplug entrenched in my ass. In walks the next guy. He’s also very tall, White, 40’s, nice build, salt-n-pepper wavy hair, a few days of beard growth. He begins pulling on my nipples and I let him. I was feeling bold, I reached for his belt and pulled out his cock. He closed the door behind him. 

I began to suck his seven inches to life. Once fully hard he asked if he could fuck me. I got up and spun around revealing the butt plug up my ass. He reached to pull it out and was surprised that it was even in my butthole. He shoved his hard cock inside me and began to drill me the booth was shaking.

He reached over me to grab the tube of Elbow Grease and I hear him opening it and rubbing his hand with it. He pulls his cock out and tells me to hit the poppers. Next thing I know I feel his fingers brushing up against my crack and he’s slipping his fingers inside. He was quick to get 4 in. His fingers were meaty and so was his paw. It took several attempts, but he finally pushed his hand through…! I was sweating from the effort.

He began to slowly pull his hand in and out, and then when he formed a fist I was able to really see just how x-large his hand was. Maybe one of the biggest fists I’d ever taken. I was kicking myself for not having the maximum impact spray with me, but I was still high with the gummies and the poppers. Before I know it, this guy is fingering my prostate gland, I can feel it pulsating to his touches and he tells me he can feel it squirting, and I could feel precum dripping out of the cage; dripping down in clear strings below me.

Then something in me just clicked and I took a few hits and I asked him to punch me out. He opened the door to the booth for anyone that wanted a show and he did just that, that giant fist was making minced meat out my cunt and I just kept hitting the poppers until he really went to town, closed fisting my stupid butt until I shot out globs of white cream.

Once my body rhythm slowed, he pulled his fist out and pushed his still hard cock inside, grabbed my hips and a few onlookers got to watch him breed me, no pulling out. 

When he finished he said he hadn’t found too many bottoms that could take his fist and said he was impressed with me. Before I could get his name and number, he was gone. Damn, I wanted a scene with him alone in a motel room or something, but not meant to be.

Never been fisted in a video booth before. With the gummies and the poppers, I was completely uninhibited and because I was, I swallowed two loads, took a mega fist, got myself impregnated and shot my own nut! 

Not a bad way to spend a day off!

David and Thompson weren’t alone again until the following Wednesday afternoon. It was 5pm when David made it downstairs to the warehouse floor, but he couldn’t find Thompson anywhere. By the time he entered the locker room he was fairly certain there was no-one else around. The only sound was the whir of the ceiling fan like an approaching helicopter at super-slow speed.

The air at the end of the long room was still clouded with steam, it seemed to hang in damp unmoving clouds. In the winter Thompson was adamant it was responsible for the strange green growth lining the sinks and shower troughs. As David walked slowly through the room he ran his hand down the length of the locker doors tapping them one by one, compulsively pushing them closed with his fingertips as he hummed dreamily. He was about to turn back when the steam revealed Thompson sitting hunched on the edge of the bench, wrapped in a towel with his head in his hands.

“Oh, it’s you,” grumbled Thompson.

“Ah – sorry. I was just looking for you. I hadn’t seen you since this morning.”

David wasn’t sure if he should leave.

“Well, don’t just stand there David, sit down,” muttered Thompson, motioning to the bench beside him.

David sat down tentatively beside Thompson. His eyes were red. He look tired. David felt Thompson’s eyes lock onto his own.

“Everyone gone for the day, have they?” Thompson inquired.

“Yep.”

David’s mood brightened at the prospect of small talk.

“My wife isn’t speaking to me,” said Thompson.

“She’s thrown you out of the house?”

“Ah no, no, no, she hasn’t – which is a blessing, I’ll say that. She found out I’ve being seeing prostitutes.”

“Gosh Thompson, I’m so sorry.”

“She lost interest in the physical side of things. It happened fairly gradually and then all of a sudden we hadn’t made love in over a year and it seemed like that was the way things were going to have to be. When we were younger you couldn’t stop us, we were at it all the time.”

“Maybe a hot shower will make you feel better?” David offered.

“Well, I guess it might help,” replied Thompson.

“Come on – it’ll do you good, I’ll join you. I could do with a shower.” He reached out and patted Thompson on the shoulder before trotting back to his locker for his towel. “Hang on,” he called out.

They showered in their usual spot. Thompson bowed his head under a torrent of water.

“You haven’t said anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t seem very shocked by my secret. Aren’t you disgusted? Marion was disgusted. I could hear it in her voice.”

Thompson wiped his forearm across his face. David couldn’t tell if he was wiping away tears or water.

“I’m surprised, but I’m definitely not disgusted, not at all. Why would I be disgusted? You were seeking out something that you couldn’t get from Marion, and you didn’t mean to hurt her, and you weren’t having an affair.”

“We didn’t even talk about it.”

“You didn’t talk about what?”

“I could have talked to her about why we had stopped making love, we could’ve seen a bloody doctor, or someone – I don’t know. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if we had talked about it and worked it out…”

He was the most naked David had ever seen him, broken and grief-stricken.

“It might have helped, or it might have done nothing at all. You can’t think about the what-ifs. It’s not going to help now,” he said, attempting a reassuring tone.

Thompson looked up.

“Catch,” said David, flinging him the soap. Thompson smiled briefly before the expression vanished beneath his darkening brow.

“You’re a good boy Davey – a good boy,” Thompson said gravely, as soap suds started to blanket his body.

“We all have secrets Thompson, and yours isn’t that bad; it’s just a matter of trying to convince Marion to see it the same way, don’t you think?”

“You could be right.”

“I –” but David stopped. He could feel it boiling up inside him: the impetus to reveal to Thompson his own sexual attraction to him.

“Yes – what were you going to say?” Thompson peeked out from under his hands which had frozen for a moment as they ran circles on his scalp.

“Umm – nothing.”

The spray was slowly stripping the soap from his body as he turned to David, and the light, which was never good, had somehow managed to illuminate Thompson’s eyes. He could see the tears forming at the edges of his lower lids, clear drops spilling out over his eyelashes, clinging to his cheeks. Thompson was gazing at a point over his right shoulder and didn’t seem to notice David transfixed by this display of emotion.

Tentatively David stepped over and reached out, resting his hand on Thompson’s shoulder. He squeezed lightly. But what happened next almost made David jump clean out of his skin with the shock of it. Thompson turned quickly at his touch and reaching out with both arms, wrapped them around David and gripped him in a strong embrace. David didn’t speak and he held Thompson for what felt like minutes but was probably less. Both men stood naked under the showers, holding on to each other, Thompson finding reassurance in the comforting hug of his young friend and David finding solace in something which he didn’t even know he was looking for.

As their waists made contact David could feel Thompson’s cock grow rock hard against his body. Thompson’s hands had dropped and were rubbing up and down on David’s back, his hands moving briefly to the top of his buttocks.

“Thanks – let me get your back.”

David turned and Thompson washed his back. “Let’s get you nice and clean.” He soaped him up heavily and then suddenly David felt Thompson’s hand move over his buttocks.

Thompson’s breathing was heavy. David felt his fingers slip into the crack of his ass and gently rub over his asshole.

David groaned, arching his back slightly.

“You like that huh, tight little hole, isn’t it?”

Thompson was roughly soaping him and then gently fingering him. The tip of his finger working into the first sphincter of his asshole. David couldn’t believe it. His fingers felt thick.

He replaced his fingers with the shaft of his cock, grinding it on his crack. This time Thompson moaned and so did David.

“Your ass is smooth – tight.”

Thompson hands grasped him around the waist as he ground his fully erect cock up and down the crack of his ass. David ached to be fucked but he wasn’t sure what might happen next.

David groaned whenever Thompson’s cock head rubbed on his asshole. He reached back and spread his cheeks.

Thompson leaned in. “You want that don’t you?” He reached down and pressed a finger to David’s hole, pushing it in deeply, making him gasp and groan.

David nodded.

Thompson replaced his finger with the head of his hard cock. It was already soaped up. David arched back as Thompson eased the tip of his cock into David’s tight little hole. He gently pushed the head in deeper, before pulling it out and pushing it back in again. Neither of them spoke. There was just their soft groans, and the rushing of the hot water.

Thompson slid the entire length of his erect cock all the way into David’s tight anus. David could feel every ridge of his hard cock as it opened him up. He could feel Thompson’s hairy balls as they slapped lightly against him as he thrust in and out. David was close to coming, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. The rush of having Thompson’s cock fucking him was almost too much. But he needn’t have worried. Thompson began to gasp. David could feel Thompson’s cock grow even harder. David suddenly came, jets of hot come shot out of his cock. Thompson’s thrusts were reckless as he continued to pump his load deep into David’s hole.

“That’s it,” Thompson said, as he finished his orgasm and pulled his glistening cock from David’s hole.

Both of them were exhausted, flushed from the sudden rush of activity.

“That felt good,” Thompson said, giving David a pat on the back as they finished up showering. Both of their cocks hung heavy and still partially engorged.

They didn’t speak as they dressed but it didn’t feel awkward to David. He kept glancing at Thompson waiting for something to be said.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Thompson said, at last. “Only that what happened felt natural. It felt good.”

David nodded, still shocked by what had happened but also very, very happy.

“It felt good to me too.”

#

Later that week David was working late when he saw the light on in Thompson’s office. Everyone else had left. The doors had been locked.

He knocked on the door and then entered. Thompson was at his desk with his pants around his ankles, his cock hanging semi-aroused between his legs. His shirt was unbuttoned to the waist.

Thompson gave him a big smile. “I knew it was just you and I left. And I thought if you found me enjoying myself it wouldn’t upset you. I can see that I’m right,” Thompson said, his eyes drifting to the bulge in David’s crotch. Thompson’s cock wasn’t fully erect yet but it was still impressive.

“I could do with some help here Davey.”

David moved toward him. He reached down and began to stroke Thompson’s cock. “That’s it – might be that we need some lubricant or something, it’ll feel smoother.”

They looked around the office but there was nothing.

“There’s some moisturizer in my office – I’ll go get it” offered David.

“Let’s both go,” said Thompson, moving ahead of him, taking off his pants and his shirt.

Thompson looked back from the doorway, hairy and naked with his impressive cock.

“There’s no-one else here.”

“Okay, of course.”

“Why don’t you take off your clothes too?”

A shiver of excitement rushed through David. Without thinking he scrambled out of his clothes. His stiffening uncut cock bouncing free.

David watched Thompson walking nude in from of him, his buttocks muscular and hairy.

“There you go Davey.” He was laughing. “Feels good to be nude, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does,” replied David. He found the moisturizer and they walked back. They stopped outside Roy’ office.

“Come in a here a moment.”

They went inside. David’s heart was pounding. “Always wanted to do this,” Thompson said. And he sat down in his chair.

David stood next to him with his cock fully erect, his foreskin peeled fully back. He admired Thompson’s nude hairy body and thick, heavy cock. Without thinking he dropped to the carpet and started licking and sucking his cock head. Thompson groaned. They laughed and then returned to Thompson’s office.

Thompson sat down and David took the other chair. “Here let me show you that video.” And they watched a video of a woman being fucked by two men, one David’s age and one Thompson’s age.

“Look at her take those big cocks, both in her cunt at the same time. The cocks rubbing each other inside her.”

Thompson’s cock returned to full mast. Without asking, David reached over and began stroking it and then he decided to go for it, got down on his knees and took Thompson’s cock in his mouth.

Thompson groaned loudly and deeply. David took his cock deep into his throat, caressing his balls and licking them too when he had a moment. He sucked him for a good ten minutes. Then David felt Thompson running his fingers down his back. He paused to apply a good amount of moisturizing lotion to his hole. He pressed a thick finger against it.

“Get you nice and slick. Come on,” said Thompson. “I need to feel that tight hole.”

David moved onto the couch in the corner of his office. On his hands and knees, he bent forward. Thompson lined up his cock. David felt the moment of contact when the flared head pushed on his sphincter. Thompson rocked on it back and forth, giving him time to open up. David didn’t need much time, he wanted it badly. Thompson slipped his cock head in and then drove his shaft deep into David’s tight little asshole.

They groaned at the same time. Thompson began to work it all the way in and back out, slowly at first and then faster, his hairy balls slapping his buttocks.

“You like that don’t you? A nice big cock up your boy cunt? Fuck you’re tight.”

Thompson began to pound him harder and harder. His heavy balls banging his ass. His cock felt huge inside of him. Thompson wrapped his arms around David’s waist.

“It’s coming.” And then he came, Thompson bucking and shuddering as he shot his load into David’s asshole.

He pulled his cock out. Come dribbled out of his hole and down his leg. “Your hole is nicely fucked. God, it’s so smooth and tight.” Thompson pulled apart David’s cheeks to look at his work.

David still hadn’t come so Thompson sat down and patted his knee.

“Come sit if you like and pull yourself.”

David sat on his knee and stroked himself as Thompson fondled his balls. “Is this good?”

Thompson slipped his middle finger into David’s ass.

“Mmm.” And David quickly shot his load over his hand, hot come splashing his arm. He rolled his foreskin back and forth over his cock head to get out the last drops.

“That was great. Good to help each other out, don’t you think? Here clean up my cock will you?” And Thompson offered his semi-erect come-covered cock for David to lick dry. David did so willingly.

They went back and showered and then locked up.

Outside Thompson gave him a hug.

“Thanks Davey – thanks for listening this week and thanks for all the advice – all of it good by the way,” he said, as he patted David on the chest.

“Absolutely no problem – glad I was helpful,” he replied.

#

It was almost five when Thompson appeared at his door. His mustache lay overgrown and unkempt, but David found it hot.

“Roy said you’d had a meeting with him this morning about me –”

“He has some issues with what happened with the recycling pickups last week.”

“Oh, ok.”

“I said I’d talk to you about it.”

“Is he still here, or has he gone for the day?” Thompson asked.

“Everyone has gone for the day. It was me too. He wasn’t happy with either of us.”

“I suppose what we both need is a bit of discipline.”

David didn’t speak and there was a moment of silence in which only the printer hummed in the corner and the air-conditioning unit clicked.

“What do you mean?”

Thompson was in his overalls. He unzipped them to his navel and absently slipped his hand inside and scratched at his nipple.

He sat down. “I going to give you a spanking.”

David stood up. “No, I don’t think that’s…”

But before he could finish his sentence Thompson had shot over and hauled him back and pulled him over his knee. It all happened so fast.

“Pants down Davey.”

David trembled with the erotic thrill of it.

He wriggled his pants down.

“Underwear comes down too,” said Thompson, almost tearing it back.

“Right. Ten sharp slaps on each cheek.” And without warning he started slapping. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

Then he did another set of ten, and then another. David’s cheeks were red, the pain was intense but he couldn’t deny the erotic aspect. He wrestled as Thompson held him there.

“There we go. I’ll rub it better.” Thompson rubbed his cheeks a little before David felt his finger slip into his crack. “You’ve shaved. Good boy. You know I’m starting to think that this should be shaved all the time – it’s kind of like my boy pussy, isn’t it Davey?”

He pulled David’s cheeks apart. He moistened his fingers in his mouth and then circled David’s hole with his index finger and then fingered him gently, pushing open the first sphincter of his asshole.

“You want that, don’t you Davey?”

David nodded, his erection painful against Thompson’s leg.

“You know what I want?”

Thompson pulled David up to his feet. He unzipped his overalls down further. “Look, I’m not wearing any underwear. So you can get to it faster.”

His cut cock bounced free, hairy and erect. His pubic hair was black and grey mixed together. His cock strained in the air. David knelt to begin sucking it.

“Oh fuck yeah. Suck on my cock.”

Then Thompson let his overalls drop. He waddled over and cleared the desk. “Over here Davey, show me that tight little boy cunt of yours.”

David bent over and spread his legs and Thompson pressed his cock, pre-lubed with spit, down toward his hole. David could feel Thompson’s cock head opening up his hole, his shaft starting to slid in deeper and deeper. He was rougher this time but David wanted it and soon he popped it all the way in. He feel every inch of Thompson’s 69 year old cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into his ass.

They both started groaning. David reached under to fondle Thompson’s hairy balls as they slapped him. Thompson fucked him hard like a jackhammer and then slowly, popping it fully out and then opening him back up again. Twenty minutes of fucking and then Thompson started to tense, building toward orgasm. And then he unloaded, pumping him full of his hot come.

David came as well, shooting his hot creamy load on the desk. Thompson pulled his cock out, it was slick with come. Without hesitating David turned around and bent down to clean it off.

“That’s it Davey, clean up my come – good boy.”

Thompson groaned and then David got up and Thompson patted his ass. “Come on lets go and clean up in the shower.”

In the showers they washed each other down. Thompson’s fingers kept returning to David’s hole, slipping his fingers in and out, between his lovely small rounded boy buttocks.

“It’s bloody tight – better than a pussy. Much better. You just keep it shaved for me. Good boy. And no underwear either.”

They got dressed and then said goodnight.