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On my 18th birthday, my parents gifted me a trip to Chile on a field trip. I was sharing a room with a friend. In fact, he was really friends with my parents and much older than me. He was 41 years old and wore a big mustache. He had bought the trip to take his wife, but she had a problem and couldn’t go. He invited my father, who suggested that he take me in her place and take advantage of part of what was already paid.

The guy had a nice print, an easy and uninhibited conversation and, being older, even with some gray hair, he attracted women and I thought he would be a good companion for me. At the time, I looked like a kid and everyone thought I was 16 at the most. On the tour they thought we were father and son and he told everyone it was an educational trip.

We were a really cool duo and there were several single women on the tour, all of them a lot older than me. When we arrived in Viña Del Mar (a city on the coast of Chile) we were mistakenly given a room with a double bed, because they were waiting for my friend’s wife. We complained and they brought a smaller one, single. I slept in the single and my friend in the double.

My friend, although married, commented that everyone on the tour wanted to have sex and that it was normal. There were two hotties in their early thirties, in the group that he said he wanted to fuck and we agreed that we would bring the two of them to a foursome to enjoy that double bed.

It would be my first suruba and I was very excited. Everything was new to me. We bought some drinks and condoms and went with the girls to a really cool nightclub that had a dark room where there was a lot of mallet.

But by the time we got back to the hotel, both of them already dying of lust, the two cats made up a lame excuse, saying that I was a minor, that they were afraid and backed off and we were alone. It was no use for us to explain that we were not father and son.

We went back to the room very pissed off. I lay on his bed to watch TV and we decided to drink the wine we had bought and we talked about what we would have done with the cats in that bed.

I’ve had sex with girls since I was 14 and I really like women, with full breasts and smooth skin. From talking so much about sex, our dicks got hard. I noticed when my friend adjusted his in his pants.

My friend kept complaining that it was my fault and that at this time, if it wasn’t for my boyish face, he would be having sex with the girl. The conversation turned to an erotic side, the alcohol went up, and then he started to joke with me saying things like: who doesn’t have a dog hunts with a cat, and asking if I’d ever had a swap at school or had done something dirty with men, sucking some dick, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I got angry and said:

– Is that you?

He answered me naturally that he had never had sex with a man either, but that in all animal species the male is usually the most beautiful, and that homosexuality exists among some species of animals and that among the Greeks, relationships between men were normal. I played:

– Good thing we’re in Chile.

Only later did I learn that this had happened in Greece long before Christ.

My friend was a psychiatrist by profession and today I think he was into me from the beginning and knew how to lead the conversation in the right way to let me go with the knowledge of his profession.

I realized the conversation was getting awkward, and after he placed his hand on my thigh twice, I moved a little away from him on the bed. I won’t say I never thought about it, but I didn’t really think I would enjoy having sex with a man.

But my friend was smart, and as I reached for the bottle of wine on the bedside table next to me, my friend came with his face very close to mine and began to run his mustache down my neck.

My friend wore a very sexy big black mustache. He said:

– Looks like you’re scared of me.

– That mustache of yours tickles me.

Then he climbed on top of me, holding both my arms, like it was a brawl.

– Do it? What kind of tickle?

– Tickle.

– It has several types of tickle. Some horny.

I tried to free myself and he, in the biggest hard face, chipped a kiss on the mouth. I spoke:

– What is it, man? Are you drunk?
– I think you’re hotter than the cats.

I think I was enjoying it because I stood there not knowing how to act, dizzy from drink and horny, but my dick was still hard. I felt his hard cock touching mine. I said:

– I don’t like faggots . I like pussy.

He smiled and said:

– IT’S? But your dick is liking my dick.

– Hey man, no kidding, get off the top, this is dangerous.

– There’s no danger. Did you forget that I’m a doctor?

He took one of the condoms from the nightstand and began to open it with his teeth, saying:

– I don’t like waste, we’ll have to spend all of them.

Until that moment I really didn’t understand his intentions and said in the utmost innocence:

– Spend how?

He didn’t answer, just got off of me and started to take off all his clothes and put everything neatly on a chair. I thought I was going to put on my pajamas, but he was getting naked.

I didn’t know whether to look at him or the TV. Until he climbed onto the bed, in front of me, and took off his underwear. Until then the only hard cock I had seen was mine that was still developing and I could tell that his was already much more developed than mine.

Instinctively, I immediately got up from the bed, but he grabbed me by the arm, pulled me and, holding me by the neck, gave me another kiss on the mouth, this time with more force.

I struggled a little to pull away, but he held me with both hands. I felt his teeth brushing mine and his tongue forcing me to open my mouth. I opened it and he put the wine-tasting tongue inside my mouth and I sucked it with pleasure and gradually stopped pushing. He took my hand and brought it to his dick, saying:

– Have you ever taken one of these?

I took my hand away, but he hugged me tight with that hot body, touching his cock to my cock.

We fell on the bed, he on top, and I forgot all about feeling that mustache tickle my neck and ear. He told me:

– Relax, let’s have fun.

I laughed as if it was the effect of the alcohol, but it was really horny and I started licking my friend with pleasure.

The night was really lost and it was better to enjoy it. Plus I felt a lot of confidence in the guy and I knew he was going to be nice. He had a hairy body, but not too much. I still don’t like bear types.

I already had a little hair, but a lot less than he did. Feeling those chest hairs on my hand was too much. We started working out.

He unbuttoned my shirt, my belt, my pants and stood on the bed while pulling my pants down my legs. I must have looked like an idiot looking at that naked male kneeling in front of me. The guy looked huge.

He lifted my feet and took my socks off and started licking me from my feet, biting me and going down my leg, thighs, to my dick, he sucked and went up my belly, my nipples, my neck, to my mouth.

I felt in paradise. My dick throbbed. For me, that alone was enough. I could stay in the mallet all night. But the night was just beginning. My friend ran his hand over my body and said that I was very hot, that I had the smooth skin of a woman, that I was very horny.

We were in a sword fight until he was fitting between my legs and spreading them with his knees and touching the tip of his cock in my sack like it was a pussy. I was quite green, but not to miss my friend’s intention. I started to grab his ass and open it up, to see if he could sense my will, but he moved on, slamming his hat on my bag and my doughnut. My ass was still trying to keep my ass covered, but when he started lifting my legs up and draping them over his shoulders, I realized I was the one getting the ass.

Then I saw him putting the condom on his dick and I closed my eyes. I was scared and didn’t even want to look. I could only ask:

– It will hurt?

He replied:

– I do not know.

He spat into his palm and rubbed it between my legs. Feeling that molasses between my legs turned me on and I held my breath. I felt it when he touched his cock to my ring. He said:

– Are you feeling it?

– Of course I am .

– What do you think?

– Are you kidding? I think you want to fuck my ass.

– But you have to say what you want.

I stuttered but said:

– I don’t know, I don’t want to, but go slowly and stop if it hurts.

– I want to hear you asking me to put in.

– I’m afraid!

– I don’t care if you’re afraid. I want to know if you’re up for it.

I couldn’t take that situation anymore.

– I do not know.

– You have to be sure!

– It’s OK. So put it in, put it in!

And he started to thread. It hurt a lot when he forced and I asked: slowly, slowly. Today I know that he first had to put his fingers to relax the muscles until they widened well, but neither he nor I had that technique.

My ring opened and the big head passed through. It hurt like a shock. It looked huge. I felt like those bitches who get the dog’s dick stuck. Anyone who’s seen it knows what I’m talking about. I said:

– Dude, it won’t work, it’s too big.

– The worst has gone.

He leaned over me, bending my legs, and his cock was coming in and the pain was mixing with lust. I dug my fingernails into his boobs and he took my hand and started kissing.

I would open my eyes and see that furry male on top of me, with my legs over his shoulders. Very ridiculous position that later became my favorite (to put in, to give, I prefer sideways).

Today I know that I should have tried to force it out because it got in easier, but I was trying to swallow his dick as quickly as possible to see if the pain went away and it hurt more and more.

But he kissed my hand with so much love that I thought: if it had to be, it could only be this guy and the pain even lessened. He said:

– Oh , what a hot ass. Relax, boy. It’s too good!

And that helped me forget a little about the pain and the burning I felt. Worse than any constipation. I had already tried to fuck a girlfriend’s ass before and she wouldn’t allow it. Now I understood.

Today I know that you really have to be very macho to take it in the ass. I took his arms and pulled. He lay down, bending my body completely, kissed my mouth and passed his mustache on my neck and we were squirming and, when I saw it, everything had gone up my ass.

He stretched his arms again and began the back-and-forth. As soon as he started pumping , I felt an itch in my cock and sack, going up my spine and it was already squirting in our bellies.

Enjoy and relax. The pain was getting more and more pleasurable. I clutched at his furry breasts and writhed in pleasure. He also didn’t take long and filled the gala condom. After coming, he fell on top of me and spoke softly in my ear, tickling his mustache:

– You’re not a virgin anymore, boy.

– Son of a bitch!

But I had a smile on my lips. My friend fell down lying next to me, saying:

– We need to celebrate!

I was finally able to stretch my aching legs. You can’t define pleasure. Only those who have felt what I’m talking about know. My friend took the bottle of wine and threw it over my body. The horny was so much that my dick was still hard , pointing to the ceiling, still with the gala dripping.

He licked the wine off my chest, took my cock and released the last of the gala that was still inside, saying:

– You can see that you liked it, huh, big boy?

He took another condom and covered my dick. He finished covering it with his mouth and gave a good suck to wet the whole condom.

My dick was throbbing hard. My friend took a breath and climbed back on top of me, sitting on my stomach. He turned up his ass and said:

– My turn to be inaugurated.

I was already getting angry with the conversation and said:

– You fool me that I like it.

He looked at me seriously and said:

– You don’t believe it? But it’s true. I traded when I was a kid, but that doesn’t count.

– Did you learn all this from a book?

He laughed and said:

– I admit I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but only in theory.

I entered the game and said:

– You could see that I’m the type that learns fast, right?

I was soon trying to lift my hips and pushing their thighs with my hands. He said:

– Easy, slowly, let me do it. After all, I’ve waited until today for this.

I didn’t have to do anything. My friend started, very slowly, to swallow my cock with his ass . I could see in his face the pain he was feeling, his mouth wide open as if he was sucking a dick, and I came to believe that I was really inaugurating that donut.

When he finished sitting on my cock, he just stood there looking at me. I started to make some movement with my hips and he started to ride me little by little.

I think he was going to come soon, but he yelled:

– Try to hold the enjoyment as long as you can.

To try to distract myself from the cum, I grabbed his dick and started masturbating. His cock wasn’t entirely hard, but he suddenly released a bunch of cum and hit me right in the face.

Then I couldn’t resist and I enjoyed everything I had to enjoy. My friend fell on top of me and was licking his own cum mixed with wine all over my chest, face, tongue, everything. I kissed that mouth with my fucking friend’s all-white mustache.

Satisfied and, as I later realized was his normal after he came, he rolled onto his side and turned off the light on his bedside table. I started to speak:

– Wow , man, it was awesome, I never thought I’d enjoy it…

And other things like that, but I soon realized that the guy had fallen asleep and was even starting to snore. I got up and went to the bathroom to give my fucking body a clean and water my ass .

When I got back, I thought about lying in my own bed, but seeing that ass looking at me, I went, lay down, and humped my friend. If he woke up, he pretended he was sleeping. I felt a little regretful but, horny kid, I had to jerk off before bed. I came on my friend’s back, turned off the light on my side and slept hugging my friend’s back.

When I woke up, my friend was already taking a shower. I tried to make a mess of my own single bed so the maid wouldn’t notice we were sleeping together. He noticed when he came out of the bathroom and laughed, saying:

– What is it? Are you sorry?

I approached him, wanting to hug him and saying:

– Dude, it was too much!

He pushed me away, saying:

– Calm down, go take your shower before they notice we’re missing.

– Why did not you call me? I showered with you.

My dick was already showing signs of life. He looked me in the eyes and said:

– Boy, what a fire! Everything has its time.

The crown knew things.

We went to the fair and had some fun. My girlfriend didn’t want to go into the ‘Shop of Horrors’, so I went in alone. The paintings on the billboard were really weird. Like headless victims, fire and brimstone, the bearded lady, and that sort of stuff. I expected a weird room with weird people and props everywhere. But the was only an long, dark hallway with doors on both sides. At the end of the hallway was a distorted mirror. One just like you’d expect to see in an amusement park. Not very original.

I slowly walked along he dark hallway. The place smelled musty and had the aroma a burning wood. I expecting to be accosted and scared shitless by some Zombie dude or something, so my guard was up. But it didn’t happen. No one appeared. The doors were all locked. The aroma was stronger. It almost made me dizzy. I had already had enough of this place. it’s a good thing my girlfriend didn’t come along. I walked to the end, hoping for a way out. But all that was there was the mirror. I peered closely trying to make out my reflection. The mirror was really curved and strangely distorted. The person in the mirror didn’t look like me. Was the aroma that annoyed me so much making me dizzy to the point I was seeing things? I stared into it for a long time. I rubbed my straining eyes. Then, finally, I could focus on the image. It suddenly became clear. Very clear. And it wasn’t me. 

Who is that? I look over my shoulder. No one is there. But the reflection wasn’t me. It was suddenly very clear. No more distortion. No more curves. I could see in the mirror very clearly. I reached to my face. The person in the reflection mirrored my movement.

OK, they got me! This is a pretty good scam. I don’t know how they do it, but I look like a girl! It’s crazy. I smile and almost laugh. The girl in the mirror does too. This must be some super new AI or something, I thought to myself. Maybe this was worth the price of admission. 

I fooled around moving my arms and turning around. The image looked very real. The girl was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. I reach up to grab one of her, well, my tits, just for fun.

Holy shit!  I could feel her bra under the shirt and the full firm breast inside it. I look down, but it’s too dark here to see myself. I can only see myself, or this girl in front of me, only in the mirror. I reach up with both hands. My hands feel small. The breasts are not. I slide my hands up under the shirt and push the bra up. I’ve got full C cup boobs with big, erect nipples. I pinch the nipples a little. Wow! I jump. I’ve never felt a sensation like that before. Just the slightest touch sends a deep, erotic shiver all over me. My groins shake. I almost fall to one knee. I lean against the wall waiting for the pulsations and shaking to pass. I’m getting wet in my panties. I can feel it! What the fuck?

I slowly reach down under the short skirt. I’m in lace panties and the bottom is wet. I’ve been squirting in them. I feel like a fool. I look around but no one else is in the hallway. What is going on? I touch the panty. My body goes into another wave of shaking and pulses. I can’t control it! I’m having another orgasm! I shiver and let out a little gasp like a girl. Like a girl!

It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure. I’ve got to get out of here. Suddenly I realize there is a doorway to the outside. It was not there before. But now it is there. I grab the handrail and stumble out of the place, into the dark, cold night. Where is my girlfriend? How did it get so late? The whole park is empty. How long was I in there? 

The two security guards are watching me walk toward the gate. They are the typical greasy types you see at places like this. “Hey, babe. What are you still doing here? Looking for some late night fun?”

Fuck! Am I still…Oh shit!

Just as I couldn’t control my orgasms, It seems I’m not able to control my speech either. “Well, I was looking for a couple of studs like you earlier. But there were none to be had. But now I’ve found you.”

Why did I say that? The two men walk quickly to meet me. I feel one of them take my arm and kiss me on the neck. “I have a place where we can party. Let’s go.”

With one guy on each arm, we march to a trailer and go inside. The next thing i know I’m on my knees sucking a big hairy cock like a pro. The other guy is pulling at my underwear preparing to fuck me from behind while I blow his companion. “It looks like we stumbled on a little spit roast slut!”

These guys didn’t leave me alone for 3 hours. After they both blew loads in my pussy and down my throat, they took turns with me. One would be resting, drinking a beer, while the other one was hammering me like a helpless rag doll. Then they would tag team and the other one was back on. I sucked so much cock and swallowed so much cum I lost track of everything. When my pussy was a sloppy, slippery cum filled mess, the one with the biggest cock opened my ass and pounded me there too. My mouth and pussy were numb from all the sucking and fucking. But my butt hole was still really feeling it. He fucked me so hard back there it felt like he was somehow hitting my G spot. I cam so many times I couldn’t speak or cry out anymore. They fucked me like a pig until I finally passed out.

“Wake up, Bill!” Startled, I look around to see my girlfriend looking down at me. I’m sitting on the lawn, leaning back onto a wall, with a beer in my hand. “I must have dozed off for a minute.”

“Well, you wanted to go into that horror thing, so if you still do, you better go now. They close in an hour.”

It’s daytime again. Well, it’s still daytime. I stand and check myself out. I feel fine. But I can still taste sticky cum in my mouth. I can still feel the big guy’s cock invading my ass. I can feel their filthy hands all over me. My dick twitches. I liked it? I look at the door of the horror house. It all looks the same. I can smell the burning aroma from inside. I look at her, forgetting why I was going out with her in the first place. The aroma draws me in. I pay and walk back through the doorway. The hall is the same. The mirror way down at the end of the hall is the same, too. The smell is overtaking me again. I peek back through the door, catching my girlfriends attention. 

“Go ahead and go home. I’m going to be here for a while. Don’t wait up.”

Bill

Sergio Lopez was dreaming about a party. Hot girls surrounded him as he walked into a penthouse. Loud salsa music was blasting through loudspeakers. Sergio saw his best friend Mike Logan dancing with a girl. Sergio joined the couple. The girl kissed both men. Mike and Sergio moved in to kiss the girl when she vanished, and they kissed each other. Sergio woke up from the dream as his cell phone began to beep.

“Who the hell is calling me at this hour” Sergio thought looking at his watch that read 2:00 AM. Sergio picked up the phone when he saw it was Mike calling him.

“What’s up amigo?” Sergio said.

“I can’t sleep bro,” Mike said.

“Why not? ‘’ Sergio asked.

“I’m having second thoughts about the wedding” 

Mike and Sergio were staying at a Dominican Republic beach resort. 

“Sorry I woke you up bro?” Mike said as he let Sergio into his hotel room.

“Best Man Duties” Sergio said

Mike and Sergio were both thirty years old. They were still in decent shape since their college sports days. Mike was 5’ 10” 180 lbs, Irish American with blonde hair. Sergio was 5’9, 170 lbs. Dominican America with light brown skin They were both wearing loose fitting shorts and sports team t-shirts.

“I feel stupid “Mike said.

“It normal to get  wedding jitters” Sergio said.

“This is just a bit too much bro,” Mike said.

“Stacey is a great girl you should be happy.”

Stacey was Mike’s bride.  She was the one who had insisted on having an expensive wedding.

“Sometimes I think she is more interested in being an influencer than me.”

Stacey was trying to become popular on Instagram and Tik Tok

“Then why didn’t’ you tell her you wanted a simpler event?” Sergio said.

“She does not listen to me, “Mike said.

“Well, that’s not good” Sergio said.

“You and I agree completely on everything “Mike said.

“Almost everything” Sergio had tried warning Mike about Stacey, but his friend had been too smitten with the girl to listen. 

“Yeah, you told me warned me about her” Mike said.

“You got to think with your brain not your dick” 

The wedding had been the talk of social media Stacey had made sure about that.

“Maybe I should marry you!” Mike said.

“You are not my type bro” Sergio said jokingly

“I thought you liked blondes.”

“Yeah, but not with a dick” Sergio said and playfully patted Mike’s ass.

Mike and Sergio stood on the balcony admiring the perfect view.

“I really need to get some sleep,” Mike said.

“Big day tomorrow” Sergio added.

They walked back into the hotel suite.

“Maybe I’m too young to get married, “

“We are both thirty” Sergio said.

“Then why aren’t you married?” Mike said Sergio with his sexy Dominican American looks did not have trouble-getting girlfriend, but they never seemed to last for long.

“You sound like my parents who want me to give then grand children” Sergio said.

“Not sure Stacey is into kids,” Mike said.

“Trust me as soon as motherhood becomes a Tik Tok trend she will want some.”

“That’s not helping dude!” Mike said.

“Just relax bro.”

“I’m trying to “Mike said plopping on the bed

“Why don’t you jerk off”?

“Not in the mood”

“Saving it for the honeymoon?”  Sergio said lying next to his friend on the bed.

“Got plenty of man juice for Stacey” Mike said grabbing the bulge in front of his shorts.

“But if you need Latino flavor, I’m here for you” Sergio said.

“Maybe jerking off is not a bad idea, “Mike said looking over at Sergio who had his hands in his shorts.

“Good idea lets watch some porn and relax” Sergio said as he grabbed the device that was lying on the bedside table.

Mike turned on the laptop.

“You go something good? “Sergio said looking at the screen.

“A work buddy sent me this one” Mike said clicking on the file.

Mike and Sergio watched the porn video.

A busty blonde woman was lying on a bed playing with her pussy.

“She is hot dude,” Sergio said.

“Yeah, she is “

A Black man joined the woman on the bed and kissed her breasts.

“She is enjoying that,” Sergio said.

“Looks like it” Mike said.

Mike and Sergio pulled down their shorts and started stroking their cocks as they watch the porn. They had done it before, so it seemed perfectly natural act just guys being guys; there was nothing gay about it.

“She is going to get fucked” Sergio said.

The woman  on the screen was enjoying the sexual attention from the Black man when a second man approached the bed, and she started sucking on his cock.

“This is going to get hot now” Sergio said.

“Oh yeah” Mike said as he stroked his dick.

The Black man started sucking on the white man’s dick.

“What the hell?” Sergio said shocked by the bisexual turn of events.

“It’s some bi shit” Mike said.

The blonde woman got out of the bed letting the two men enjoy each other.

“Wow” Sergio said.

“Sorry man I thought this was straight porn, “Mike said and turned off the video.

“It was hot “Sergio said.

“Not my scene dude” Mike said.

“You sure bro” Sergio said and pointed to Mike’s obvious bulge.

Mike was embarrassed by his inappropriate erection, but he noticed Sergio stroking his brown uncut cock.

“You never fooled around with another guy Mike?” Sergio said.

“No, have you?

“Maybe…” Sergio winked at Mike.

Mike was confused Sergio was such a straight guy always pointing out the hot women. But is he bi? Mike thought , or was he just kidding?

“Come here bro” Sergio said.

Mike walked over to the bed. Sergio has pulled off his t-shirt exposing his muscular torso.

.“Getting hot in here” Sergio said.

“Tell me about it “Mike said removing his own t-shirt.

Sergio grabbed Mike’s hard cock.

“Bro what are you doing?” Mike said shocked to see his macho Latino friend milking his erect dick.

“Make me stop “Sergio said as his tongue licked his best friend’s shaft.

“Please no” Mike said pulling away from his horny friend.

Sergio lay back on the bed and stroked his eight-inch cock. 

Mike licked his tongue imagining what the pre cum dripping from Sergio’s cock might taste like. Am I going gay? Mike thought

“Que lo que amigo” Sergio said as he removed his shorts.

“Are we stripping now?” Mike said as he took of his clothes.

“To start with yeah,” Sergio said admiring his friend’s body.

The two men had seen in each other naked before, in locker rooms, in the showers, they had even gone skinny-dipping; but this was different.   There was sexual tension in the room. They were crossing a boundary as straight men.

“Sergio? “Mike touched his friend’s thigh.

“Yes Mike” Sergio said pulling his friend down onto the bed. 

The two men kissed.

“This is hot bro,” Mike said rubbing Sergio’s large brown nipples.

“I know” Sergio said stroking his friend’s cock.

Sergio and Mike jerked each other off.  They enjoyed the feeling of giving each other mutual pleasure.

“Got to suck that cock,” Mike said.

Mike started by licking the shaft. He had never sucked a cock before, but he began to enjoy it.

“Te gusta mi pinga” Sergio said feeling Mike swallowing his cock.  Mike did not respond he was too busy savoring the Latino’s hard shaft.

“Let’s sixty-nine bro” Sergio said maneuvering his friend until Mike’s cock was in his mouth

The men could not get enough of each other’s cock.

“Man, we should have don’t this before” Mike said.

“Dam right bro!”

Sergio lets his tongue go lower until he tasted Mike’s ass.

“Oh yeah “Mike moaned responding to Sergio’s’ tongue in his ass.

“Nice ass bro” Sergio said as he went deeper into his friend’s virgin hole.

“I need to taste you amigo,” Mike said turning Sergio over and diving into his friend’s ass

“No mi culo” Sergio protested as he felt Mike’s fingers exploring his ass. Mike did not listen to his friends protest and started rimming the Latino’s studs musky butt.

“Mike stop…” Sergio said but he could resist the feel of his friend rimming his ass.

“I love your culo bro” Mike said digging in deeper into Sergio’s butt.

“Are you going to fuck me Mike” Sergio said.

“If you let me yeah,” Mike said stroking his hard cock.

“I need your cock in me, “Sergio said guiding his friend’s erection toward his hole.

“It going to hurt bro” Mike said pushing the head of his erect dick into his friend’s ass.

“I can take it “Sergio said as he felt the hard shaft opening his ass.

Mike started to fuck his best man and Sergio loved it. Mike’s cock felts so good as if came in and out of his butt.”

“Fuck me bro! “Sergio said.

“All in bro” Mike said.

The two straight men had never experienced this kind of sexual energy- man to man it was more intense than anything they had imagined.

“Are you going to cum” Sergio said.

“Oh yeah” Mike said as he orgasms inside his best man’s ass.

Sergio stroked his own cock at the same time.

“Cum for me bro” Mike said putting his mouth next to Sergio’s cock.

“Oh yeah” Sergio came, and Mike felt his mouth filled with the Latinos warm ejaculation.

The two men lay in the bed for staring at the ceiling.  Sergio reached and embraced Mike.  They enjoyed their post sex time of gently cuddling each other. Mike could feel Sergio’s cock getting hard again and knew that his friend wanted to fuck him.

Sergio kissed Mike’s shoulder.

“You want to fuck me? “Mike asked feeling Sergio’s hard cock rubbing up against his crack.

“Si amigo” Sergio said.

“I want you to” Mike said guiding the Latino’s cock into his ass.

“Feels so good bro” Sergio said as he penetrated Mike with his cock.

“Oh yes” Mike said enjoying the sensation of his friend’s hard shaft inside him.

“Fucking you good “Sergio said turning Mike over until they were face to face.

“Breed me bro” Mike said wrapping his arms around Sergio’s neck.

The Latino stud went deep into his friend’s ass.

“Oh man” Sergio said.

“Love you bro” Mike said kissing Sergio

“ Te quiero “ Sergio said as he felt his cock flooding his Mike’s ass with his hot cum

The two men held each other in a hard embrace that sealed the new stage of their relationship.

“What are we going to do now?” Mike said.

“Let’s get out of here” Sergio said.

“And go where?”

“My family has a beach house on the other side of the Island” Sergio said putting on his shorts.

“What about the wedding? “Mike said.

“You are not going to marry that woman! ” Sergio said.

“She is going to be furious!”

“Not for long, she will go on Instagram and blame it on your toxic masculinity.”

“And what are we going to do at the beach house?” Mike asked.

“Fuck some more” Sergio said slapping Mike on the ass.

“And then? “Mike asked.

“Who knows? Plan our wedding?” Sergio said.

“And who is going to be the best man?” Mike asked.

“I got mine right here” Sergio said and kissed Mike.

“Mine too” Mike said and kissed his future husband.

 The End

Simon Mountjoy rolled up to a sitting position and looked out of the window beside the bed and down the hillside toward the animal pens on the subsistence farm nestled in the folds of the northern Colorado Rockies. Simon was a handsome, strapping Louisiana white and black slave mixed breed who had come to the Rockies to scratch out a small farm living after the war between the states. He had deserted the plantation to which he’d been sold, a handsome young man, to warm the bed of his master, sold from his home plantation, where his father was the master and his mother a house slave. Grasping for freedom, he joined the Union Army, and, despite the Union having won, he hadn’t been welcome on either of the Louisiana plantations again. Like others before him—former slaves with no place to settle in the world they had known—he became a young man riding west to seek his fortunes there. Simon had made the move within two years of the end of the Civil War. Blacks and mixed races made up a large proportion of the cowboy population in the West at this time.

This wasn’t his farm. His farm was twenty minutes away by horseback ride. This was where he laid his head on a pillow now most nights, all because of Sparrow—Kele by his Navajo name.

He reached over to the raw-wood nightstand, found his tobacco pouch, rolled a cigarette, and lit up. Chenoa, Navajo for Bird, Kele’s mother, lay in the bed beside him, sighing in her sleep, looking content. Well she should. She had a belly on her now. Simon had fucked a baby inside her and the worry lines she’d had before he’d first come here and lain with her had smoothed out. She was a lovely woman who now felt fulfilled again.

She’d lost a man—the German farmer, Kurt Kline. Out here in the wilds of the northern Colorado Rockies that could have meant starvation and death for a widow—especially a native tribe woman, with a child, trying to make it in a white man’s farming community. Women were at a premium here, but she was a Navajo and now stood between two worlds. The white settlers moving into the areas didn’t want a Navajo woman on their family tree, and she had been abandoned by her own people for having gone with a white man.

Simon had done his bit. He’d taken the woman, made her life sustainable, helped her to fight for her land and place in the white community, lain with her, and gotten her with child. He’d signaled he would give her and her children the stability that Kurt Kline had not been able to do. Despite her beauty, it was a chore covering her and impregnating her and moving from taking care of his own small spread and helping to take care of hers as well. But it was worth the sacrifice. His goal had been more complex than giving Chenoa protection and stability.

As he stared out of the window down toward where the animal pens were located, he saw the reason why it had been worth the sacrifice. The eighteen-year-old youth, Chenoa’s son, half German and half Navajo, came into view, moving gracefully, like a dancer, down to the animal pens to do the morning feeding. He had grown into a beautiful young man, strikingly attractive with his small, well-formed body; the long, straight black hair laced with blond highlights streaming down his back; and his incongruous pale blue eyes. He was small of stature, having fought for life from birth—hence the Navajo name, Kele, that had been given him, Sparrow, a little bird, when his parents despaired of his survival. But survive he had, and with the will he had, he determined to continue no matter what tragedy had struck the family with the loss of his father.

The loss of his father was, indeed, a loss of the plans Kele had had for himself. He had turned eighteen. His parents no doubt expected him to remain on the land, eking a living out of it even after they were gone. He’d had other plans, though. He had preferences that were a stigma in these parts—on top of the stigma of being a mixed breed of exotic looks. He had been planning to escape to Denver to try his luck there. He was sure there was more opportunity and reward in Denver than he received from men here in ranch country. His father’s death had changed all of that.

As Simon watched the youth—a half-breed just as he was, and thus someone who had to take his pleasures where he could find them, Chenoa stirred, took his hand, and moved it to between her legs. She gave him the “Please, again,” look and he moved his fingers inside her. Panting and giving little gasps, she arched her back and rocked on the fingers.

“Again,” she begged. “Inside me again. Breed me again. You are so big, so manly.” She was aware, thinking it had been her own doing, that she was lucky to have gotten another man to move between her legs—and not just any man, a beautiful hunk of a young man like Simon.

Simon laughed, running his hand over her distended belly. “I’ve already breeded you,” he said. “You must pop this one out for me to seed you again.”

“You can’t wait for that to happen to be inside me again,” she whimpered. “We both find much pleasure in the coupling for its own sake. You cannot tell me otherwise.”

“No, we will not wait. But enough for now.” He wouldn’t reveal what a chore it was to get it up for a woman, even one as lovely as Chenoa was. He could, in fact, tell her “otherwise,” but not because she wasn’t desirable to most men—just not that desirable to men like him.

He looked out again to where Kele was feeding livestock. That was the coupling Simon felt was truly desirable.

Chenoa sighed contentedly, moving a hand to hold Simon’s in place, his fingers moving inside her. “You could be inside me forever,” she murmured.

“Not if we want to keep our two farms going,” he answered.

Kurt had been a good man, but he wasn’t the sensual god that his muscular, younger Simon was. Chenoa had gone with a non-Navajo before. She was a highly sexed woman. She didn’t mind in the least going with a darker-skinned half-breed, who, like her son, had pale blue eyes. Simon was big, powerful, and satisfying where it counted most. His thick cock was jet black and she melted to have it inside her. She reached around with a hand and grasped his shaft, finding him in erection, and giving a little moan.

“Come on top of me, come inside me again,” she murmured, assuming his renewed erection was for her.

But it wasn’t to be. The renewed erection wasn’t for her. He had more to give inside him, but he didn’t want to give it all here. He had watched the perfectly formed, small Kele dance his way down to the animal pens.

Muttering, “Can’t now. There are chores to be done,” he pushed away from her, rose, pulled on his trousers and boots, and, bare-chested, suspenders hanging down to his side, left the bedroom, stopped in the kitchen long enough to swig a few mouthfuls of milk and pull off and devour a chunk of bread, and then he was out of the house, moving downhill, toward the animal pens, in search of his Navajo woman’s eighteen-year-old son.

Kele, wearing only a loincloth and deerskin boots, as he did whenever he could on the isolated farm, turned his head, smiled enticingly at the approaching muscular, brown half-breed, and entered the shed attached to the pens. He knew what the man wanted, what he was coming for. The Navajo youth wanted it too. Simon was Kele’s mother’s man, at least for now, but they were not joined legally in any way. Kele had no feeling against laying with the man even while Simon covered his mother.

Entering the dimly lit shed, Simon saw the youth leaning back against a workbench, arms bent behind him, his hands palming the edge of the bench. His long, black hair streamed down his back. His slight, sensual smile was an invitation—an invitation that Simon didn’t need. This was the deal. This was why he had covered and impregnated Kele’s mother and had promised to provide and protect them. He did this to have an excuse to be near Kele. They had never said as much to each other, but both men understood this to be true and accepted it.

“I thought you’d never come,” Kele said. “I thought you’d stay up at the house forever.” The youth was covered by other men up and down the valley, but none as satisfyingly so as Simon.

In two strides Simon was in front of the youth, unbuttoning his fly, and flaring his trousers. He was still in erection. This erection wasn’t for the woman lying in her bed up at the cabin. This erection was for his personal pleasure—his pleasure, having his way, with an eighteen-year-old youth.

“Ah, I see you have saved some for me,” Kele murmured.

Placing his hands on the youth’s shoulders, Simon pushed Kele down to his knees. The young man went down willingly, took the half-breed’s jet-black cock in his hands, two hands required to control it—and then into his mouth. The man gave a low moan, as the youth expertly gave him head.

When Simon could take it no more, he reached down, grasped the small youth under his armpits, and raised him up to perch on the bench. He tore away the young man’s loincloth. Wrapping an arm around Kele’s back to hold him in place, arched back to the wall of the shed, Simon devoured the youth’s lips, throat, and nipples with his mouth, while the fingers of his other hand found, penetrated, and worked open the young man’s anal channel. Kele, no stranger to men’s cocks even at eighteen, blossomed right open for him, which would be necessary because the half-breed was built large.

The youth arched his head back, exclaiming his pain-passion to the ceiling of the shed, as Simon put himself in position, mounted and penetrated the young man’s ass, and began the dance of the fuck. The youth gasped, his mouth yawning, as the black shaft moved deeper inside him: in, out, in out. The two moved together as if they were masters at this, which, indeed they were.

The coupling with Chenoa had been slow and languid. With Kele it was frenzied. Simon thrust and Kele rocked back into him, taking him hard and deep. Their lips were locked together, the youth hooked the ankles of his deerskin boots on the man’s muscular shoulders, and, while still grasping one of the man’s biceps with one hand, digging his fingernails in, Kele’s other hand went between them, found his own cock, and stroked himself off.

Tensing, jerking, and giving little cries, the two came almost together.

“Enough for now. Now to the needs of the animals,” Simon said, pulling away from the youth perched on the bench. “Those at my spread need attention too. When we’re done here, we’ll go there. And we’ll have a proper bed there to fuck in.” And fuck in his bed they would. Simon was a virile, vigorous man, and Kele couldn’t get enough of his cocking. The two half-breeds were divinely matched.

It was a lot of work taking care of two spreads in the unforgiving folds of the Rockies, no matter how small they were. And it was an added burden to keep a woman satisfied and pregnant when a man’s preferences bent elsewhere. But the allure of the eighteen-year-old Kele was worth it. And Simon was determined to get as much pleasure out of the arrangement as he could.

For Kele’s part, he had found the means of survival for himself and his mother—and his mother certainly seemed to be content with the arrangement without knowing all that it entailed. And it wasn’t like Kele wasn’t regularly being fucked by men—many different men, strangers, strangers with money to pay.

Kele, the Sparrow, was taking charge. He had meant to be using his talents down in Denver. Those plans had been dashed when his father died. But hope was renewed with the coming of Simon—and maintained as he came with and for Simon again and again.

* * * *

Simon was not Kele’s first man, even at the youth’s eighteen-year-old age. Kele was exotic and small and beautiful of body and visage. He came across as delicate and vulnerable, although that hid a spine of steel and a determination to survive and prosper. Not long after Kurt’s accident with a loosely swung ax when he was inebriated that had killed him, Kele realized he wouldn’t be going to Denver—that keeping the ranch going was now his responsibility, and that the family needed more of an income than he and his mother together could scrape together from their small plot of land.

The young man had already lost his virginity to men, and it had not been a traumatizing loss for him. He had decided early in life where his preferences were directed. While his father still lived, they would rely on itinerate workers, up from Mexico or west from the ravishes of the war between the states, to help them bring the hay in. It had been such a Mexican who had torn Kele’s virginity from him on the same workbench in the shed and in the same position as Simon later was to have him—often. This had happened barely weeks after Kele had turned eighteen. But Kele had not minded. He was of the mind to go with men as soon as he reached his majority. He melted to a man with a good physique and a big cock, and the Mexican had both, as did Simon.

Making the most of this, twice a month after his father died, Kele rode the family horse down to the nearest town, Crystal City. The town was hardly big enough to be called a city, but it had three saloons, one of which was also a brothel. The brothel provided a couple of young women, but it was happy to pay Kele as well to lie on his back for men a couple of times a month. There were few women in the territory at this time and fewer young and comely enough to give rise to men’s sexual desires. Kele’s size, exoticness, and beauty brought him into the zone of desire by men who, lustful but lacking female companionship, had turned to satisfying themselves with other like-minded men.

In two overnights in Crystal City a month, lying on a bed for a succession of men covering and bouncing up and down on him, making the bed springs sing and the headboard do a rat-tat-a-tat on the wall to the amusement of the men at the bar below, Kele was able to make enough to keep the grim reaper away from the family’s door. He didn’t tell his mother where the money was coming from, and she didn’t ask him.

But the young man could see that the isolation out at the ranch and lack of a man was making his mother despondent and was cloying at her physical and mental health. She was a sexual being. She and Kurt had spent considerable time in bed. Kele had needed to do more than just keep his mother and himself alive. He had needed to do something for his mother as well.

Simon Mountjoy became that someone. For one thing, Mountjoy was a magnificent specimen of a man, with the one flaw being that he was a half-breed—half white and half black. Many of the men moving into the West as cowboys were black, but not that many of them both preferred men and wanted to fuck younger men. And fewer would be content to fuck both mother and son. Kele, himself a half-breed, needed to find such a man.

Mountjoy paid the fee for Kele at the brothel and he made the bed springs sing and the headboard bounce off the back wall when he topped the half Navajo youth as no other man had, much to the amusement of the men in the bar below, several wishing it was them pounding the ass of the sweet little half-native piece with the arresting blue eyes. Most of them in the saloon were waiting their time with the female prostitutes but some had Kele in their sights and in their fantasies.

Simon was different from most of the men who covered Kele in that upstairs room. Most of them had come, dusty and dirty, off the trail and remained so—remaining mostly dressed, concentrating on quickly getting their rocks off—as they bent the youth over the bed and took their pleasure as fast and fully as possible. And that was fine with Kele. A dick was a dick, and one man’s money was as good as the next one’s. If one man was in a hurry, there would be time to take on another man.

This was not so with Simon. He paid for the deluxe treatment. He paid to bathe first and for Kele to do so as well—in the one tub together. They not only got clean there, but the Navajo youth also got fucked there, Simon pulling him over onto his lap and his cock as they faced each other in the high-sided cooper tub. As Kele leaned back and moaned, grasping the man’s knees with his hands, Simon held the youth’s slim waist in his beefy hands and raised the young male whore up and down on the oversized jet-black cock, sloshing water out of the tub, listening to the youth’s panting and moaning, and, eventually, mingling his cum with that of Kele’s in the bath water.

The youth had never experienced this manner of sex before, and he was won over to the man as more than a paying cock—as a lover—even before Simon continued with the melting sex, pleasuring the young man as much as he did himself. The Navajo youth was impressed. But that was not the end of it. After drying Kele off, Simon carried him across the hall to a bedroom and he made the springs of the bed sing and the headboard of the bed bounce off the wall through two more fuckings, first in a missionary, with the youth’s ankles on his shoulders, Kele arching his back, his eyes wildly darting across the ceiling beams, clutching the man’s biceps with his claws, and every fiber of his attention going to the thick cock churning deep in his channel. And then, after a short rest and a smoke by Simon, as Kele lay there, panting, gazing at the man in awe and pain-passion, Simon turned Kele on his belly, mounted him from above and behind, and recommenced the symphony of the song of the bed springs and backboard on the wall.

Afterward, as they were decompressing for the last time, the Navajo youth couldn’t help revealing his awe and satiation. “Will you come here again?” he asked. “Do you live here or are you passing through?”

“I was not too much for you? You aren’t disgusted with having to take this from a half-breed black?”

“No. I am a half-breed myself. You were the best man I’ve ever had. I would like to do this again.”

“And you are the sweetest piece I have every laid,” Simon said, returning the compliment. “You gave me all I wanted and demanded of you. I live not far from here,” he continued. He gave the location of his spread. Kele noted that it wasn’t far from where he and his mother lived. That gave him heart and started his mental wheels to spin.

“And, no, I doubt I will be able to come again. This was a special treat for me. I’d been saving for a year. I doubt I can ever do this again. But it was worth it. You are a beauty. I could screw you forever and believe myself in heaven.”

Kele was a quick-witted youth. “And if there was a way to do this frequently and without cost?”

“You would go with me outside the saloon?” Simon asked.

“I would go with you anywhere and let you do whatever you want with me—but with one slight reservation if you can get up for it?”

“What’s that?” Simon asked.

“Can you please a woman too? An attractive woman? A Navajo woman?”

“It is not my first choice, but no woman has complained once they were no longer afraid that I am half black—once they had seen it, felt it inside them, and experienced its mastering of them.”

The youth laughed. “Not all women can see a big, black shaft of yours without showing fright?”

“Not all, no. Did it frighten you?”

“Yes, but I wanted it all the more.”

Kele knew his mother to be a beautiful, passionate, needy woman. He had also seen the exuberance with which she had ridden his father’s cock. There are few privacies in a small farm cabin. He couldn’t see her being disappointed with a big, black one. She had willingly gone under a white man; there was no reason to think that she wouldn’t just as willingly go under a half-black one. Kele had little doubt of how she would respond to Simon being inside her as he had been inside her son. He told the man what the deal could be. Simon bought it.

* * * *

Chenoa stood at the door to the cabin, her hand cupping her belly, where new life was developing, and watched her son and her man ride off to do the needed chores at Simon’s spread. They’d keep both spreads. Someday the land would be valuable. As they prospered, they’d try to connect the two ranches by buying the land between them. Kele was bringing extra money home from whatever he was doing in the town, and Simon was proving to be a steady, reliable man. And he pleased her in bed as Kurt never had done. She couldn’t get enough of what the half-breed was endowed with. This would hold—at least until Kele was old enough to handle this farm himself.

But perhaps it would last longer—seeing the connection between her son and her man. They didn’t fool her. She knew what they were doing. But as long as they thought it was a secret and the arrangement was holding, she’d say nothing. Simon satisfied her. She didn’t really care if he satisfied young men too—even if he preferred doing that—and not even if it was her son. She and Simon weren’t married, and she saw no need for them to be married.

She’d never seen her son as happy before, and he’d stopped talking about leaving and moving down to Denver.

After many chats over Face Time getting off and horny as hell, Eric agrees to fly to New York City for a weekend of wild lustful erotic man one man sex with the sexiest man in New York. The two horny gay dudes are opposites as to physical features but both really have the hots for each other.

Ayinde Stevens is a hottie at age 30, black hair, dark eyes, weights around 170 pounds, stands 5 feet and 7 inches, an African American, beautiful dark body, a big uncut 8 inch thick black cock, average sized balls full of man cum, very experienced man on man sex both indoors and out doors, a total top and loves shooting those baby makers in a guy’s ass, mouth or all over the other dude’s body. He is a professional tour guide.

Naughty Eric is English and Scottish, very curly blond hair, blue eyes, weighs around 185 pounds, 7 inch cut cock, big low hanging balls full of lots of cum, age 35, teacher, hairless body and is versatile but prefers being a bottom. Eric loves the out doors and especially hiking.

I arrive in New York the last Friday of July and am met at the airport by gorgeous Ayinde. I am weak in my legs as I see Ayinde approaching with such a huge sexy seductive smile. He does not know how much I am turned on by hot African American guys about his height with a big black cock. One of my best friends back home is a sexy Black dude standing 5 feet and 6 inches with a huge cock. As Ayinde approaches me, he puts me in a big bear hug as our crotches touch and holy fuck I instantly feel our cocks begin to swell as we continue for the longest time to continue to hug turned on by our then rock hard cocks. Shit I feel my cock beginning to spew precum inside my briefs. Wow this is going to be an incredible weekend of wild fucking. I hear Ayindde let out a low moan as he whispers to me: “Oh fuck Eric, you smell so good and manly as our cocks are eager for action. Man I could not sleep last night eager to see you and us fuck, man you’re so sexy and hot. Shit I feel my briefs getting wet from that spewing precum.”

Oh fuck yea buddy, I too had a hard time sleeping last night eager to make love with you. You’re so fucking hot and man I love African American men and especially you was you’re so kind, gentle, compassionate and truly a Greek god. I have this thing about BBC’s and especially one that is so huge as is yours.”

We are so turned on that we forget about he crowd as Ayinde grabs the back of my head, stands up on his toes to meet my face as our cocks grind into each other and he places his sexy thick lips on my lips, uses his tongue to part my lips and drives his warm wet tongue to the back of my throat causing us t engage in wild French kissing. Holy shit soon the passengers and airport burst into clauses, yea this is New York City.

Well we break our hold and smile as we begin to go toward the luggage area downstairs as we are sprouting huge bulges in our pants causing one very sexy young horny cute dude about 18 or 19 yell: “Fuck yea, you two are so sexy and shoot a load for me.” Our faces turn red as we give the horny young man thumbs up.

Ayinde drives us into his area in Brooklyn to a very great restaurant for lunch. After lunch, as pro tour guide, he drives around showing me some great sites as I cannot control myself as I unzip his pants, pull out that amazing 8 inch BBC hard cock and stoke it as it leaks precum on my hand that I lick off and swallow. Mmmm he has such delicious precum before we go check into my hotel. He has brought clothes for our three day sex marathon. We both are on PrEP so we can fuck raw.

We rip off all our clothes holy fuck standing there only in our birth day suits—oh my god his Big Black Cock is so thick standing at full attention and begins to leak making his big mushroom cock head so shinny and so is my thick white vein covered cock also leaking precum. The lust becomes like some wild animalistic desire and sine we had waited so long that I go down on my knees and take hold of that BBC jerking it and feeling that very warm shaft throbbing in my hand as my new fuck buddy begins to moan and thrust hard into my hand before I take my mouth and tongue surrounding that manhood cock head and clamp down hard on that manhood smelling and tasting those juices. Since he is uncut, I use a finger to go inside that hood on his cock and run my finger all around the inside of that hood and then I use my tongue to go inside that hood and play with it driving Ayinde crazy with lust for more.—-OH MAN FUCK I HAVE JUST WHAT I WANT IN MY MOUTH, BBC. This is only the third black cock I have ever had and it is the best one yet. Yes once one has gone black one cannot go back, right?

Ayinde is so into what I’m am doing, he begins to curse and say: “Yea man , suck my cock you bitch, you whore, you slut. You love my big black cock and juices don’t you, you real slutty dude. I’m going to give you my big black cock all weekend and you will make me cum over and over, tell me how much you want my cock.”

I took his cock out of my mouth long enough to say: “FUCK YEA Ayinde, I want your cock so bad, please let me suck it over and over and I want you to fuck me and breed me over and over. I want to be your bitch.”

Ayinde was talking dirty to me as I had told him in our conversations that dirty talk tuned me into a wild lustful animal.

I take his awesome cock back in my mouth, grab the base of that pulsating cock as his cock is out of that hood and I begin to swallow it until that whole dick was deep into my throat. I begin to go up and down that diamond hard dick over and over as my head bobs up and down at a rapid speed as his cock becomes slick with my spit and my tongue is coated with his precum (mmmm so good). Holy fuck he is so turned on with my sucking skills that I feel him reach behind me and he uses a couple of  fingers to play with my man pussy inserting two to three fingers, locates my prostate and begins to make me wild with lust as he massages that organ causing me to thrust my hips into his fingers, wow he has found my G-Spot driving me into ecstasy. The guy is so experienced in how to make his partners want more and more of him. Finally, we both are too close to coming so he pulls his fingers out and tells me to stop sucking him. He takes those wet juiced covered fingers up to my mouth and I suck them clean, mmmm so tasty.

Now Ayinde puts me on the bed on my back, spreads my legs wide, gets between my warm legs and balls and begins to kiss and lick my cock head sucking more precum out of my piss slit as I buck up pushing my cock deep into his mouth. Soon he begins that journey down my aching beating cock as he soon is deep throating my thick cock. After several minutes of giving me one of the best blowjobs ever, I manage to take my feet, locate his red hot cock and begin to stroke his cock with my feet as I feel his warm wet mouth make my cock steel hard and near a climax.

Ayinde, a very experienced fucking dude, knows when we are close to no return and lets up as do I so we can begin to edge and not come. Edging is an amazing feeling that prolongs sex.

Wow my new fuck buddy begins such an experienced journey up my body as I spread my legs and feet wide again. He uses his lips and tongue to begin the journey as he makes me wild for him. He takes his tongue and goes deep into my very warm and sweaty inner thighs, licking them and smelling that manly odor while my rock hard cock is hitting his chin spreading precum on that sexy chin. Next he kisses and licks my abs over and over before he moves up and using his tongue to suck on my belly button. Then he goes to one of my most sensitive spots that I love as he sucks hard and licks first one and the the other nipple as they become rock hard. I squirm all over the bed and beg him not to stop. OH MY GOD THE FEEL IS SO HOT AND SEXY. Next he lifts my arms above my head and dives into my fuzzy blond sweaty arm pits as I buck my ass up in pure pleasure. He spends some ten minutes enjoying my sweaty arm pits as I feel his warm breath on those arm pits before he goes up and begins to suck on my neck creating a couple of hickeys. Wow I am experiencing a hot sexy horny dude giving me what I really want.

Finally, he says: “Well my Babe, lets get into a 69 and suck those cocks at the same time.”

I take his warm throbbing cock deep into my throat as I feel him swallow my pulsating cock deep  into his mouth. We suck those cocks enjoying all that precum on our tongues and soon I feel him use a finger to spread my sphincter wide and once again he plays with my prostate making me wild to have his BBC deep in my ass but he is in charge so I just keep sucking him off as he does then same to my cock.

After some five minutes, I feel his cock head swell deep in my throat and hear him yell: “OH YEA, OH FUCK YEA, I AM GOING TO CUM, YEA HERE IT IS, I AM COMMIMG, FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK, OH SHIT, FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK OH FFFFUUUCCCKKKK FUCK MAN.”

Wow I feel him explode deep in thy throat as I try to swallow it all but it is too much as some of his cum flows out of my mouth, down on my chin and chest as I swallow most of it, wow it taste so good and it is so thick.

Within seconds, I too feel my cock head swell and then the best feel any guy ever has as my cum gathers in my balls and rushes up my cock shaft before I can warn Ayinde as my cum floods out of my throbbing cock deep into his throat as he too can not swallow it all with some running down his chin and onto that beautiful dark chest. 

We begin to kiss and share both loads of cum. The taste of the two cums is different but very tasty. We both love eating cum.

NEXT CHAPTER ERIC WILL GET WHAT HE WANTS MOST: AYINDE’S BIG BLACK COCK UP HIS MAN PUSSY TO BE BRED–STAY TUNED FOR MORE WILD MAN SEX OF EATING ASS, FUCKING, BLOW JOBS AND MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!!

The next step

Mine and Aaron’s naked hang-out had gotten me feeling so much more comfortable with him and with us being closer. I guess being covered in each other’s load does that. But it was also that kiss. It felt so passionate, so intense. Like he wanted all of me as much as I wanted him. And I really wanted him.

Which made it a lot more disappointing when we started moving Aaron’s things back into Nate’s room. He laughed as I tried to haul some of his weights out, but it just made the room feel bare without all his stuff clogging it up. Like there was too much space now. Especially going to bed that night; there was too much space, and it was too quiet.

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The next morning wasn’t much better. In the cool dawn sunlight of a Friday, I got up and got dressed ready to go to work. I wasn’t a morning person, but I usually had the kitchen to myself to sit and eat some breakfast and slowly wake up.

I almost walked straight into Aaron in the kitchen. He was bustling around as I turned the corner and had to stop myself quickly. He just smiled at me and went in for a hug anyway. I hadn’t woken up pinned down by his big arms this morning, but now they pulled me in close. I actually kind of missed it.

“Morning bro. Sleep well?”

“Yeah, was nice having some space to myself for once.” I laughed as I lied.

“True. Didn’t get woke up by you clambering over me, which was nice.” He laughed back.

He was entirely too loud for this time of morning.

“Well, I got some breakfast ready if you want some?”

“Yeah sure… where did you find that apron?”

As he’d turned away I saw that Aaron was basically just wearing some shorts and had thrown an apron on top. That left his arms and back uncovered like some sexy chef outfit.

“Found it in the cupboard, dunno who’s it is.”

“Yeah I think Mom had it but years ago. Probably hasn’t been used in ages.”

We both sat down as Aaron brought over some plates of food. Toast, eggs, bacon, etc.

“Are you off to the gym this morning then?” I asked.

“Yeah for sure. Gym this morning, some running later. You wanna come with?”

“Nah Aaron. I’ll only slow you down. And I’ve got work anyway.”

“Fair enough.”

We chatted a bit as we ate, and then Aaron went back upstairs, changed, and was out the door. I followed suit not too much later.

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It was pretty uneventful day at work. I was on the tills, chatting with some customers as they went through. One old lady told me I looked like her grandson who’d run away from home. Typical random weird things.

It was afternoon by the time I could pack up and head home. As I walked home I wondered what it would be like once Aaron left. It would be back to just me and my parents; a quiet house where nothing happened. Aaron had definitely brought some much needed life into the house.

As I contemplated, I could see a figure running down a side street towards me. He was shirtless in some running shorts and a backwards cap, speak of the devil.  

I stopped at the corner to wait for him and watched as he got closer. I could see a shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his black shorts, swinging around with each stride. As he got nearer, I couldn’t help but notice how his pecs bounced around with each step too. Like every step sent shockwaves of force rippling through him. He slowed down and stopped next to me.

“Miles, really gotta stop meeting like this.” He smirked.

“You’ve got to stop stalking me then.” I smiled back.

He was sweating and breathing pretty hard, he must have been out for some time by now.

“Are you done for the day then?” I nodded back. “Sweet. I’m heading back too, I’ll walk you.”

We weren’t very far from the house at the time and started to head back quietly. As we walked past the park, Aaron steered us in.

“You er, you mind if we talk for a sec?”

This sounded suspicious, but I let him guide me towards a secluded bench.  We both sat down, and Aaron put his shirt back on; surprisingly this one actually had sleeves. He fidgeted a bit.

“So, I don’t really know where to start, Miles.”

“Just tell me what’s on your mind.” I tried to smile reassuringly.

“Okay. Well, the past few days have been good man. Staying in your room and everything, it’s been fun. Have you enjoyed it?”

“Yeah definitely.” I replied.

“Good.” He nodded. “I guess, I mean I’ve jerked off with guys before. I told you about my wrestling team, but we never touched each other so this is a bit more than I’ve ever done, with a guy. Like, I’m straight. I dunno about you?”

“Yeah I’ve never done anything with a guy so…”

“But I’m really enjoying it. It just feels… good. Maybe I’m gay for you Miles!” He laughed, maybe nervously. “Everything we’ve done has been really good.”

“Yeah, agreed.” We locked eyes for a moment of quiet.

“I want to do more stuff with you…” He looked at me expectedly.

“Me too.”

“Sweet.” He smiled and fidgeted a bit more. “Well, because, I’ve never told anyone this. But… my last girlfriend, she had some toys. Like a butt plug and a dildo and stuff. And I got curious one time and tried them out. Dude it was so good. I didn’t realise what it felt like having stuff up your ass. I’d always wondered what it felt like for the girls I was pounding. Like, did it really feel that good?”

I swallowed and tried to stay calm.

“So, Miles. What I wanted to ask you was… Would you fuck me?”

I sat stunned.

“I want to know what the real thing’s like. And to be honest, I really what you inside me.”

The look in his eyes was intense. He really wanted this. I did too.

“Yes Aaron, I’ll fuck you.”

His hand clapped my shoulder like it had so many times before. We looked at each other and smiled, before Aaron leaned in and kissed me. Not with the passionate intensity from before, but more caring.

“Right, let’s get back then. Wait in your room while I get ready.”

“Wait, we’re doing it now?” I asked, I felt like it would be a later that evening thing or something.

“Why wait?” He grinned at me.

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I sat on my bed waiting anxiously. Any moment he’d walk back in through the door. Aaron had said he would shower and clean up and then be straight back. Until then, I just had to wait. It felt like forever, and I was obscenely hard the whole time. I was about to fuck a guy. Not just any guy either. Aaron, a muscle-bound stud.

 I waited, impatiently. A knock on the door. In came Aaron.

He was just wearing a towel around his waist, nothing else I could see. His 6 foot frame stood impressively in front of me. His short brown hair was still a bit wet from the shower. But otherwise, his body was smooth and glistening.

“You ready?”

I nodded and swallowed.

“Come over here then.”

I got up and walked over to him, he pulled me into an embrace and immediately we started making out. Our tongues explored each other as our hands did the same. I felt at his sides, his back, and then down and held his firm ass pulling him into me. As our bodies pressed against each other, he could definitely feel my erection. But I could also feel his. We were both rock hard and ready.

His hands held my shoulders and gently pushed me away before pulling my shirt off over my head. His eyes took me in as he rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples. I gasped slightly.

Smirking at me, he felt at the towel around his waist and loosened it, letting it drop to the floor. He was wearing his bright red jockstrap. The one he’d worn when I first saw him jerking off. It didn’t even contain him as the head of his cock poked out of the top.

Kneeling down in front of me, Aaron started pulling down my trousers. With just my baggy boxers left on, my package was obviously tenting up the front and a small wet spot was forming. Aaron kept kneeling there and felt up my legs, rubbing my thighs. He looked up at me and smirked.

He leaned forward and rubbed his mouth against the outline of the bulge. Damn even that felt good. Gripping the waistband, he pulled them down and released me, my shaft springing out. He gave it a lick from the balls up to the tip and then wrapped down around the rest. I had to be careful, he felt so good already and I wanted to last.

I let him suck me for a moment before I held the sides of his head and pushed him off. He looked so sexy as he looked up at me.

“You ready?” I asked.

He nodded and stood up. Moving over to the bed, he got on kneeling on all fours with his ass presented to me. I felt at the firm cheeks and examined the ass I was about to fuck.

“I lubed myself up and loosened up for you Miles.”

Imagining him in the shower with his fingers in his ass, what a picture. I reached out and pressed two of my own against the hole and felt them slip in easily. Aaron’s breathing caught. I was fingering a guy’s ass; I’d never felt that before. I wiggled them around and played for a moment, getting a feel of it.

“Come on and fuck me Miles.”

“You ready?”

“Yeah, just get that dick in me.”

I didn’t need more urging. I removed my fingers and squared up to him. My cock was already wet with his saliva as I rubbed it across his ass. I positioned the head at the hole and held onto him with one hand. Then, I pushed.

It was an amazing feeling as I slid into that tight ass. It was warm and seemed to squeeze around my cock. I moaned in pleasure. I slid right down to the base, as far in as I could.

“Fuck! Is there more?”

“That’s it. I’m all the way in.”

“Fuck, I don’t think I could take more. You’re really big man.”

I just enjoyed the feeling of him squeezing me for a second before I tried sliding in and out. It was incredible. I started slowly pumping into him, hands rubbing his ass cheeks. The red straps of the jock framed it so well. Damn it felt good, and Aaron was moaning like he enjoyed it too.

But I needed to see his face, watch how he enjoyed it. I pulled out.

“Turn on your back.”

“Yes sir.”

He turned over and his grinning handsome face met me. Fuck. Laid out like that before me was such a sight. His legs lifted up and out to the sides as I positioned at his hole again. Pushing in this time I watched his face contort and grin madly, his chest rising and falling as he breathed hard. As I started pumping again he locked eyes with me.

“Fuck. Ah fuck. It’s even better than I dreamed. Yeah fuck me Miles. Fuck me.”

I could barely control myself as I started pounding harder and faster, bucking like an animal in heat. Aaron was pinching his nipples and staring at me in desire while every thrust sent a ripple through his abs and his pecs. We were sweating, and panting. I shifted and angled better and kept pounding.

“Ah! There! That’s it. Fuck me, that spot. Keep going.”

I was getting close. It was all too hot and felt incredible. Aaron’s body kept twitching and jolting as I slide into him. His hands now gripped onto the bed and that left the rest of him open to me, seeing how the force of my fucking made him bounce around. His cock was still in the jock and straining against it as he leaked precum onto himself. I just watched him as I kept thrusting, enjoying every feeling.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck, keep it- going! FUCK!”

Aaron growled deeply as his head strained up and looked at me, mouth wide open. His ass seemed to grip around me harder as his body tensed up. His cock pulsed and shot rope after rope of cum across his abs. He hadn’t even taken it out and neither of us had touched it. But he came hard. He’d enjoyed the fucking that much.

I couldn’t handle it. This absolute stud writhing as he came from my cock fucking him. I kept going but moaned and groaned as the climax built in me. The last few thrusts were hard and long, slamming into him as I started cumming. Every wave made my body jerk as I fucked my load into him.

I fell forward onto Aaron, and he held me as we made out, my shaft softening inside him. I rolled off of him to the side and we lay there on the bed panting. 

“Miles. No fucking way was it that good.”

I laughed. “I didn’t even touch you and look at the mess you made.”

“It was just so good. It was like a shock every time you went in. Like a tingle from my ass to my body.”

He turned over onto his side to look at me. “Really glad I asked you.”

This story continues with a guy name Nikhil. A 21 year young Indian boy, with black hair, heavy beard.  He and his girlfriend was enjoying the wild life with camping But, He mistakenly came into restricted area of the forest. He is walking around the forest, which is dark, the only source of light is the moon light. He lost his bag in the forest which contains all his belongings. He tries to find the way outside the forest. Suddenly, he hears a sound of a girl nearby, she was screaming for help. Nikhil follow the sound and come towards that voice. He saw a pond in which some guys tries to kill that girl. Nikhil was hiding behind the rock and he was scared and confused whether, he tries to save the girl’s life or ignore her. Nikhil build up his courage and run towards that girl and he sees a  hope towards in that girl’s eyes. He dives in the water and swim towards that girl but, suddenly he felt a hand tries to take Nikhil deep in the water. Nikhil was out of breath and want to go out of water and slowly, his eyes is closing.

Nikhil opens his eyes and saw himself in the hospital , his girlfriend ( Naina) walks towards him and she started crying.

Naina:- Are you ok baby?

Nikhil :- Yeah, I am fine, feeling drowsy. But, what about that girl?

Naina:- Which girl? 

Nikhil explain all the things which happens to him to Naina

Naina:- No Nikhil, there was not any incident happen. You are just hallucinating some stuffs. Just take some rest. 

( Naina tries to avoid that topic, she was hiding something.)

Naina:- Nikhil, I have to go for some groceries. Doctor will come till evening.

Nikhil:- Okkk! Baby. And please take care of you.

Nikhil tried to sleep but, the nightmare of that night  just make him scared. So, he decided to take a round of nearby hospital. 

When, he was roaming in the corridor of the hospital. A young lady suddenly came and tried to attack Nikhil. The staff of that hospital protected Nikhil from her.

Old Lady:- ” She is here! She is here! She is here with you, young man.

Nikhil drink some water and ask about the old lady and about whom she was talking about. But, everyone avoids and no one want to talk about that thing.

Nikhil see the Girl from that night smiling in the corridor. She was coming near him. But, one of the nurse calling him from behind and “the girl from that night” suddenly disappeared. 

Nurse:- I know what that old lady is talking about but, promise you will not tell anybody that I have given the information about it.

Nikhil:- I promise. Please! Please! Tell me.

Nurse:- Two years ago! A girl was rapped and killed in that pond. Many villagers said that they had seen the ghost of that girl. So, with the suggestion of the head priest, that portion of the forest was closed and he consulted every villager to not talk about the incident to anyone. The old lady was none other than, her mother and she is one of the patient of the hospital. 

( Nikhil was confused as well as shocked)

Nikhil:- Can, I see the picture of that girl.

Nurse:-  Nope! I can’t help you anymore but, there was one picture in that old lady’s room.

Nikhil:- Thanks! So, are you tell the whole thing to Naina also? And Why are you helping us?

Nurse:- That girl who killed that night was my best friend, Munmun. She is Monster for the whole village but, not for me. But, I also have some restrictions. I helped the outsiders so that, they can’t do anything wrong against the will of the villagers. Ok, now, go I handle that old lady.

Nikhil entered the room, tries to find the photo. He gets the photo and he was confirmed that, she was the same girl.

Suddenly an unknown voice came behind him ” Thank you! Nikhil because of you, I met my mother after two years.

Nikhil turn and see Munmun and she looks so scary with blood leaking all around her body.

Nikhil ran to his room, take a blanket cover it and he was fucking scared.

He noticed someone is trying to push the blanket. Nikhil was sweating as fuck.

Then, he heard the sound, it was Naina. 

Naina:- What happen Nikhil? Why are scared?Why are you sweating?

Nikhil drops the blanket and hugs Naina.

Naina:- Don’t worry Nikhil! It’s an village area. That’s why I called a doctor specially from nearby city and in the morning, you will be admitted to that nearby city hospital.

After sometime, the doctor entered into the room. Naina introduced the Dr. Ajay to him. He was around 35. A muscular man and taller than nikhil.

Nikhil was shocked as, the Dr. Ajay was one of those person who tried to killed Munmun that night.

Nikhil saw Munmun again in that scary form and he was the only one to see Munmun. 

Munmun:- You will take my Revenge, Nikhil! You have to fucked them like they did to me, You have to killed them like they killed me. You are under my control, my possession! Nikhil!

To be continued…….

Chapter 3

Cedar, cherry, and sandalwood

What is it with me these days? It’s true that I was always sensitive to smells, but never like this. I never liked perfumes and most colognes. I could stand deodorant if it weren’t used in an amount as if the person was showering in it, and Ashley stopped wearing them about six months into our relationship. I never asked her to, but I suppose it was a bit obvious. The hairspray was the only thing I resolutely refused to be around after feeling it in her hair. I thought my nose was burning!

Ashley accepted this little quirk of mine beautifully, and we found ways to deal with it. She knew that if she wanted to bring a scented candle into this house, she never used it anywhere I could smell it. I hate aromatic candles and those weird smelly sticks you burn. I hate those things with a passion! My head hurts from them, and if you want to torture me, like really make me desperate, put me in a room with monotonous music, light a scented thing like that and make me wait there! I know! I already waited like that for Ashley once. I thought I was going to scream after five minutes.

Yes, I was always aware of the smells of my surroundings, but never like this… As I ascended the stairs, I could feel it penetrating my nostrils, and like a person possessed, I stood on top of the stairwell.

I could hear Rick with someone through the closed door, and I felt myself shaking. I needed to see it… I needed to know what it would do to me.

.

I went around and opened the door to our joined bathroom. Rick’s smell mixed with that cherry-like fragrance and sandalwood. It didn’t go well together for me. But those mostly covered the smoky cedar I craved at his point.

I think I am officially crazy now… I thought as I knew I was about to open his door, and I would not stop myself, even knowing how creepy this all was. Rick’s door wasn’t fully closed, but I had to move it slightly to see inside. I inhaled and tried to ingrain the subtle scent in my brain, ignoring all others.

I was hard, trembling, and I just somehow couldn’t help it. How fascinating it was to feel like this.

.

I raised my eyes to see them, not even thinking about what would happen if they saw me.

It was not just that they had sex. It was the way Rick was taking that small man under him! I never watched much porn, and I had sex only to bring pleasure to my female partners, so the way Rick was doing it was… something I had never thought of.

He was rough, brutal even! Rick had this look like we used to have in fights, and after we beat those guys and left victorious, feeling the adrenaline poisoning our veins…

It took me back to that time and that release I had forbidden myself for all these years. Conquering someone strong, the rush of pain, and release. We knew it was wrong and tried to stop Matt many times, even though we all knew we felt good in the heat of punches. We tried every time to resist. Neither of us was as honest to ourselves as Matt was back then. Even… when I think about it, I don’t think he could help it back then.

But this? I could see the face of that man under him! He was not only enjoying it – he was craving it! He relished that feeling and begged for more! I saw his penis. He was so hard! He was moaning and begging for more!

.

“This is what my hungry cunt needed?”

!!! The way Rick said it made me shutter, and an electric jolt squeezed my stomach. My balls sent a wave to my dick and all the way up my spine! Fuck! And the smell of this room!!

“Fuuuck, yes, daddy, please fuck that hungry pussy.”

Who is this guy? Can it really be sex like this? Fighting and taking the punches in such a way? I was absolutely immersed in what was going on.

.

Rick took a fistful of his hair and raised his head closer. He was thrusting into him mercilessly, then licked his neck and bit his nape. I watched take Rick that guy’s nipple and started squeezing it. They kissed, and that guy screamed into Rick’s mouth and shook wildly as I saw his cock shoot! Rick tilted his head back and roared into the room as he was probably about to unload into that boy’s ass!

.

I couldn’t stop looking at them. Mostly that cherry-flavored boy. He loved this to the point of madness! He screamed in pleasure, and I wished I could comprehend everything he could be feeling right now.

“I am gonna breed that little cunt of yours now.” Rick’s voice was now so gruff and deep. Rick even increased his pounding, both now groaning and panting as that boy yelled, and I could see his cock twitch, balls tight and in convulsion, while still being fucked hard. He just exploded again! He shot a second time while Rick watched it, and then Rick pulled him into his arms and moaned into his collarbone while shaking and trashing!

.

I never saw a man come… I never witnessed how powerful that could be. I was absolutely shocked. I was past turned on now. I was ravenous!

I watched that boy stroke Rick’s hair and try to turn over. Rick raised himself a little and lay between his spread legs embracing him.

“That was a wild ride, daddy.”

They both were smiling gently and kissing.

“Wait for the next one, boy.” Rick kissed the tip of his nose playfully.

My whole body shook, and I stood there frozen. Feelings of lust and craving rushed through my body as I had never felt before.

.

Somewhere I heard a tone. Those men in embrace looked my way, and their eyes found mine. Damn!

“Ehm. I am sorry you forgot to close the door. I… I will leave you. Sorry,” I stammered, trying hard to find words and learn again how legs are even used so I could run and hide from their stare.

.

I slammed the door behind me, turned the key in a frenzy, and leaned on them, sliding down to my knees. What was that just now?!

My cock was aching, begging for release, and my head was buzzing. I don’t even remember how I took it out of my pants and stroked it furiously, bringing myself to climax, hushing my moans with the wrist I bit into.

What the absolute fuck was that?!

.

I heard a voice in the bathroom. I couldn’t even move at this point. I stayed there as if I was waking up from a deep sleep. My hand was sticky, and so were my shirt and pants.

I knew what have I done, but still, I wasn’t sure why… Am I gay?

I brushed my hair back and looked for something to wipe myself with. I couldn’t bare to come out now. I changed my clothes and managed to calm down to some extent. I decided to bury myself in work, so I turned on my computer, trying to focus. It took me a long while, but I managed it.

.

…

Around three o’clock, my phone rang. It was Daniel.

“Hi, buddy.”

“Hi, how’s working from home?”

“I wish I could go back to the office.”

I smiled crookedly. “I second that.”

“Isn’t Ashley away? Rick’s giving you trouble?”

“No, I just accidentally walked into him having sex with his boyfriend.”

“Damn!” Daniel started laughing. “Did you learn something new?”

“Yeah, hilarious!” I grinned, listening to his laughter. “But you know what? In fact, I did. If you want, I can introduce you, and you can spice up things with Susan.”

“No way, with how you described him, I am not introducing him to her until I get back my six-pack… so never!”

I smiled, staying quiet for a moment.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah?” his voice lost his joviality a little bit.

“Do you think I may be gay?”

He was silent now for a moment.

“I don’t know, Nate. Shouldn’t you be the one in charge of that?”

“I think I got aroused watching him.”

“Having sex with another man?”

“Yes.”

“How aroused are we talking about?”

“Well, I kind of came after I ran back to Ashley’s room.”

“Wait. Wait, dude… I need to step out for a minute.”

I heard the door shut on his line.

“Now, are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Damn! I mean, sure, it’s fine, but I mean… what about Ashley?”

“I am not going to do anything about it.”

“I thought you tried it in college with the same result as with women.”

“I just watched porn, Daniel, and this was more….”

“Real?”

“Well yeah, but he was taking him roughly.”

“Dude… okay, I think I need some time to process this, but if you’re gay, of course, I am here for you, but then you should think about Ashley.”

“Thanks…”

“But maybe it was just, I don’t know, your body reacting weirdly. So just don’t do something rushed.”

“I am not going to try and sleep with my brother-in-law, dude!”

“Good. I am glad Brandon is not your best friend on call, cos that’s exactly what he would suggest.”

We both started laughing.

“Watch some more porn, and think about if, in the end, think if it’s worth losing Ashley over it.”

“Sure, it’s not. It was probably just the stress.”

“Well… maybe, but it would explain a few things.”

“What few things?”

“Just things.”

“Daniel?”

“Just chill, Nate. If anything, we are here for you. Oh no… I need to go, Nate. Little banshee is up, and Sarah is sleeping.”

“Sure, bye.”

“Take care and call me.”

“Yeah, just go.”

He hung up. What things?!?

.

…

.

I was about to finish work when the courier with my order rang, and I went down to get it. I saw two packages and froze, realizing one was Rick’s and he was just coming down.

Get a grip, man. Nothing happened. I tried to imagine that I would come like that onto the guys while they were banging some girl. It would be fine in the end, we would even laugh at it. Sure, we were not that close with Rick, but it helped.

.

I watched him in a new light now, however. His chiseled jaw with a short beard around his thick lips, those grey eyes that looked exactly like Ashley’s. His wavy light brown hair fell on his face as he leisurely walked down the stairs. I loved and hated that cute smirk on him and the spark in his eyes.

I really admired the thickness of his neck and the way his arms and chest looked in that tight sports shirt. I looked lower and had to stop staring as it reminded me of the way I saw him pound that boy.

Damn it. Everything was highlighted now.

.

“One should be for me. I ordered it a couple of days ago,”

“Yeah, this one,” I said, trying my hardest not to gaze at him, and just turned to my box. “Your boyfriend left?”

“You’d hear if he stayed; trust me. You could take a look again. Jerry loves attention,” Rick was grinning with satisfaction. It suited him.

“Not my style, but thanks.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You ordered a punching bag?”

“Yeah, since you took my room, and most places can’t be open in this damn pandemic, I thought it would be a good thing.”

“You box?”

I smirked. “Not really; I just felt lately that I wanted to punch something.”

“I get that,” he laughed.

“What is that?” I looked at his package.

“Still rings.”

Damn! That could be fun…

.

We talked for a bit about where to hang them. And the corner in the hallway came to us as the best choice. I was glad Rick initiated this back then. And now I was even more intrigued about his order than mine.

“We should have enough space for both there, next to the bars, even though I never tried rings. Can I?”

“Sure, I can show you some moves if you want.”

I immediately remembered him with Jerry. My insides squeezed, and I looked at him.

“With them,” Rick pointed at the wooden rings in my hand and winked at me smugly. I had to smirk. What a prick. I liked this kind of humor, but I was a bit self-conscious now after this morning…

“I will take out the tools.”

And I will try not to take everything you say as a double meaning. I joked in my head, realizing I was gazing after his back and ass, watching him go into his room.

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Rick came out, and I again took my time observing my feelings. It was interesting. I was definitely attracted to him. His scent was now only subtle, but I could already anticipate he would sweat while working. I would have to try and deal with it. I would not endanger my marriage.

I spent my life asexual, pretending to be heterosexual. I am sure I can deal with being gay for a single guy and living asexual life with the woman I love. Not to mention that I did, in fact, watch some more hardcore porn today, and I was intrigued but not enough to lose what we had with Ashley. So I was confident I could make this work somehow.

.

We measured the distance and looked at how much space we needed for each before Rick again climbed the ladder and reached up to the ceiling to mark the points for the drill. I held the ladder and watched his six-pack under his shirt and … his bulge above me… But I already decided not to cultivate these feelings further, so I felt a bit safe in my determination.

.

“I should probably apologize.”

Rick looked down at me with smug. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I was mostly shocked. I didn’t think much.”

“Right,” he smirked.

“Have I scared your boyfriend?”

“Not boyfriend. He is just a boy I like to fuck when I get the chance. He is in his exploration stage of life and prefers his daddies without strings.”

“Daddies?”

“It’s his kink. He loves it rough and verbal and calls us daddy. I believe it makes him feel young.”

“He seemed young.”

Rick laughed. “He is, but he is one of those guys obsessed with looking young and beautiful. But it suits him.”

“Right.”

Rick had a nice glow in his eyes when he spoke of him. It was an exciting contrast of being so rough with him one moment and then so tender the next.

“Why are you even here? I thought you went with Ash somewhere. I saw suitcases.”

“They were Ashley’s.”

“All three?”

I chuckled, “Yes. I suppose she needs to have a variety of things to choose from.”

“How long is she going to be away?”

“I am not entirely sure. It was supposed to be for a week, but with the pandemic, she will have to stay in quarantine upon arriving, then she has a few important meetings, and then she will spend the quarantine upon returning either here or somewhere else.”

“Fuck… that’s brutal. Is that worth it to her?”

“She said it is.”

“Well, I cannot say I would like to complain. On the contrary, I am glad to spend a few weeks without the drama.”

“You know there need to be two people for the drama you talking about.”

“Yes, exactly. And one is gone. Lucky me!” he practically beamed as he was working.

I seriously need to talk with him about this in the time she is gone. I would like them to have a better relationship.

.

Finally done.

“Do you want to try it?”

“Sure!”

I took hold of the rings and tried a few things. Rick showed me some movements I could try, and we kept switching. I really liked them. It was enjoyable. While one was on the bar, the other was on rings, we built up a little sweat, and that was now troubling me.

.

I decided to try and concentrate on something else and went to the punching bag. I took gloves and looked at Rick adjusting the rings lower. I watched his muscles tense as he gradually moved into a handstand. His toes touched the ceiling, his arms bulging, his stomach tight, and his whole torso, glutes, and legs flexed. It looked like something strenuous even for him, but he could hold himself for a couple of seconds, helping his balance by touching the ceiling with his toes. Fuck!! It looked absolutely amazing! I watched him in awe, and I could feel him sweating as those muscles were working.

I punched the bag out of frustration and heard him jump back down.

“You are hurting your wrists like this” I liked the tone he used. It was caring and with a hint of joviality. It was a nice combination.

“Do I? I suppose it was a long time since I punched something. You box?”

“I used to a little when I was younger and wasn’t so built. I felt I needed some form of protection being gay. It got me addicted to gym life, but I stopped boxing after a while; I am not a big fan of violence.”

“Didn’t seem that way with your boyfriend.”

“Again. He’s not my boyfriend, and he loves it rough, and I like to oblige,” Again, that smug smile. It was intriguing

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Did you take a good look?” Rick said, leaning back to the wall behind him and putting his hands in my pockets.

I looked away, a bit flustered, as I remembered what I saw.

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“Why? Are you disappointed?”

I heard his voice and looked at him. “About what?”

“That I am not just some rough brute.”

“Seems you can play the part quite skilfully,” I turned back to punching the bag.

“When both sides are willing, I love to be rough, but still, I prefer changing the pace and demeanor, so my lover can’t guess my next move. I love the way they twitch with anticipation. When they get startled and confused sometimes. It makes the thrill of owning some pussy more real.”

The way he was saying it made me tremble. That man must know what he is doing. He is good! I instantly remembered the scene between those two. By the time he finished, I felt my cock thicken in my tight briefs, and at the word pussy I just inhaled and stood frozen. This is not good.

Fine. So I am obviously gay. There is not much more to discover. I love this too much. But it’s too late for that. I willed myself to calm down. I would never do that to Ashley. Yet, the lost chance kept playing in my head. I involuntarily imagined myself in Jerry’s place.

“So, you could fuck me like a brute if I wanted,” I didn’t even realize I spoke aloud as those images rushed into my head, but once they reached my ears, I got anxious. What the hell? Damn!

… “Do you want me to fuck you like a brute?” Rick’s voice was deep and low as if he got turned on by me saying that. I inhaled. He was definitely intrigued. No, this is too dangerous.

“Sorry, that came out weird. I… I misspoke. I meant you could fuck them like a brute if they’d want that.” What am I supposed to say to make that better? Like I could find anything that would make him un-hear that. I started methodically punching the bag and refused to look his way. I was very much aware of the tension between us now.

“Yeah, I definitely could.”

“Well, good for them.”

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He gave me space and asked if he could show me some moves with the punching bag. Honestly, I didn’t need any, but for one, it was a long time since I had punched anything or anyone, but mostly I couldn’t really refuse the chance of him coming closer. For some reason, I was drawn to him and decided to explore this a little, while he was here. I knew I would probably not feel this anymore since I smelled many people in my life, and none ever made me feel like this. So I will enjoy this rush quietly and return to my happy asexual life. I was content with that and hungry enough to make myself believe it.

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Rick showed me a few moves but didn’t stay long enough near me, and didn’t even touch me, which I must say disappointed me. Honestly, I wanted to know if his touch would do something more to me than his smell.

Rick then walked away and went to change into proper workout clothes.

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“If you want, you can go in anytime to use the weights. I saw you had some yourself.”

“Yeah, thanks. I put mine in the basement. I don’t use them much anyway.” Rick frowned upon me mentioning the basement. He just jumped on the bar and started working out until we both said we would go to shower and sleep.

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That night I fell asleep, expecting old nightmares, but new ones came. Well, it woke me up several times, but at least no one died in those.

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Kyle Abbott is lying next to Audra. Audra is awake and looks at the sleeping Kyle.

“Kyle?” She asks. She nudges the man beside her. No response. Kyle is in a deep sleep. She grabs her phone and texts ‘He’s out!’

‘Heading your way!’ is the response she fot.

Audra gets up out of bed, leaving the covers slightly off Kyle and showing Kyle’s ripped body while she gets dressed. Then there is a knock on the door and she opens it.

“I think he’s ready for it.” She says and leaves the room for the mysterious man to walk into the room staring at Kyle’s ripped body.

The man starts to strip down and slowly crawls up on the bed towards Kyle. 2 hands get on Kyle’s chest and rub over Kyle’s firm pecs and abs down to slowly remove the covers, revealing Kyle’s naked body.

Kyle gives a slight moan of feeling the covers being removed and his body being touched. The man grabs hold of Kyle’s dick and starts to stroke it. Kyle’s head tilts from left to right, feeling his dick getting harder and his body reacting to it. Kyke gets horny in his sleep while his dick gets stroked. The man leans forward and starts to suck on Kyle’s dick.

“Mmmm yes!” Kyle moaned in his sleep.

Not having any clue he’s being sucked by a man and still thinking Audra is the one in his bed, Kyle reaches his hand out and lays it on the man’s head to go deeper on his dick. The man happily deepthroats Kyle’s dick. Kyle keeps on moaning while his dick gets deepthroated.

Slowly, Kyle opens his eyes. A little groggy from his deep sleep, he feels it wasn’t a dream, but he’s really getting sucked off. Kyle moans, feeling his dick getting this experienced sucking. He then looks down to only realize it’s not Audra who is sucking him. It’s none other than Tucker McCall.

“TUCKER?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Kyle shouted out and jumped up from the bed.

Tucker, giving Kyle no chance to come out of his grip, keeps on sucking on Kyle’s dick. He even has to kneel down just to keep sucking that younger man’s dick. Kyle starts to push Tucker off. Tucker stops sucking but keeps hold of Kyle’s dick.

“I know you enjoyed that!” Tucker says with a grin on his face.

“Because I thought you were Audra!”

“And clearly, you don’t mind who is sucking you because you reacted very well to my mouth.” Tucker points out.

Kyle is in shock. “Th-that’s not an excuse!” He looks down at his hard dick in Tucker’s wrapped up hand. “Let go of my dick man!”

“Hush no rich boy and just let me enjoy you.” Tucker replies and gets back on Kyle’s dick to suck it. “Let daddy Tucker take that rich boy’s cock.”

Kyle feels the pleasure of his dick being sucked by Tucker’s experienced mouth. He can’t believe he’s really being sucked by a man and that it feels so good. He could feel his legs melting from the pleasure that he started to get back down to the bed. Tucker keeps on sucking and licking at Kyle’s meaty dick. Kyle despises being sucked by Tucker, but the man is good at what he’s doing.

Tucker notices Kyle gets more relaxed and doesn’t protest anymore. With one hand, Tucker starts to rub over Kyle’s ripped body while he doesn’t get off that dick. Kyle moans, feeling sucked and touched at the same time. At the same time, he’s confused why he’s letting Tucker continue. Tucker then suddenly stops and looks at Kyle.

“Now that we have that nice meaty dick all hard it’s time for you to do something for me.” Tucker says.

Kyle lifts his eyebrow, confused about what Tucker wants. Tucker gets up on Kyle and sits with his back towards Kyle on his chest.

“What the hell, man?” Kyle expressed his disbelief.

Tucker looks over his shoulder to Kyle and lifts his ass. “I want you to eat my ass out.” He reveals and presses his ass in Kyle’s face. Kyle has no other choice but to start eating Tucker out. Tucker keeps stroking Kyle’s dick while he strokes himself during the ass eating. Kyle’s tongue is making Tucker’s rosebutt all wet.

Tucker moans loudly, feeling the pleasure of his ass being eaten out by the hot young hunk. “That’s it, rich boy. Keep doing that.” Tucker’s dick gets harder.

Kyle feels that ass pressed more in his face while he uses his tongue to lick at that man’s ass. Tucker presses his hard dick against Kyle’s hard dick and strokes them with one hand while Kyle keeps eating him out.

“FUCK YEAH!” Tucker shouts.

Both men are hard now and Tucker gets off of Kyle. “Time to make good use of that dick of yours.”

Kyle stares at Tucker. “What do you mean?”

Tucker smiles and lays himself down next to Kyle and lifts his legs. “Time to show me how a good fucker you are.”

Kyle can’t believe what Tucker wants him to do.

“Come on, rich boy stud. Get up and fuck me!” Tucker commands.

Kyle hesitantly gets up and gets to Tucker’s end. He grands hold of Tucker’s hairy legs and presses his dick at Tucker’s ass.

“Push that big fucker inside of me.” Tucker instructs.

Kyle spits down on his dick and gives his dick a few more strokes until he presses first the top of his dick inside the hairy man.

“Mmmm yeah!” Tucker moans excitedly.

Kyle looks down at the older daddy, who clearly enjoys his dick coming inside.

Tucker can sense that Kyle isn’t giving his all. “Give me more of that meat of yours, rich boy!” His insides aren’t being pleased as he wanted to. “You know, you can’t completely please Audra with that energy. No wonder she left.”

Kyle, who gets provoked, doesn’t have to hear that twice and, out of excitement amd anger, he presses his entire dick further inside Tucker’s ass.

“FUCK YEAH!” Tucker screams feeling that meaty dick of sexy Kyle who had a crush on the first moment he saw him.

“That’s it, rich boy. Please daddy like how you should to a woman.” Kyle’s dick is lodged inside Tucker and he hangs above the hair man. Tucker reaches his hands out to feel Kyle’s ripped body. “You’re so fucking hot boy!”

Kyle can’t believe he’s doing this. Even when he’s on top, it feels like Tucker is in control.

“Fuck me, you stud!”

Kyle starts to fuck Tucker, each time the thrusts gets repeated faster after each other until Kyle found his pace and starts to continue fucking the hairy daddy.

“That’s it boy. Fuck daddy!”

Kyle looks down, hearing Tucker call himself daddy starts to make him actually hornier. “So, daddy wants my dick, huh?”

Tucker looks up and grins. He nods. “Give me everything you got, boy!”

“Then daddy will get my dick!” Kyle responded and starts to fuck Tucker even harder.

Tucker grabs hold of his own nipples and pinches them while being fucked by Kyle. Kyle is so horny now that he doesn’t mind fucking Tucker, let alone a man. Sweat forms on both men their bodies while they continue the fuck. Kyle suddenly stops and pushes his dick out of Tucker. Tucker is whining for that dick and wonders why Kyle stopped.
Kyle grabs Tucker and places the hairy daddy on his hands and knees. Tucker is pleased to know that Kyle wants to continue. Even moreso that Kyle is taking control. Kyle gets behind Tucker and rams his dick back up inside.

“Daddy wanted my dick, now he’s getting it!”

Tucker moans, feeling how the young stud pounds away on his ass. Kyle’s hips slap hard against Tucker’s ass.

“Take it daddy, take my fucking dick!”

Tucker enjoys Kyle’s dirty talk while fucking him. “Keep fucking daddy, rich boy!” Kyle slams away on that ass.
Tucker felt Kyle hitting his prostate over and over again, making Tucker grab hold of his own dick and stroking it. Even though this already feels amazing Tucker suddenly gets out of Kyle’s grip.

“What the hell?” Kyle suddenly says.

As much as he loved Kyle taking control for that moment, nothing still feels better than the daddy being in control. “Lay down and let me ride you.” Tucker says.

Kyle fastly lays himself down, wanting that ass back on his dick. Tucker gets above Kyle and lowers himself down on that meaty dick, getting it back inside him. Getting on it makes Tucker enjoy it even more, having it now as deep as it can get inside him. Kyle looks up as the hairy daddy starts to ride him. Tucker grabs Kyle’s hands and lays it on his hairy chest. “Make love to me, stud!”

Even though Kyle is straight, he does what Tucker asks of him. He rubs that hairy body while Tucker rides his dick. Kyle gives Tucker’s nipples a hard pinch. Both men moan, feeling both pleasures. Tucker rubs his hands over Kyle’s ripped body, feeling those abs and firm round pecs. Kyle embraces Tucker, getting his arms around the hairy daddy and suddenly rolls them over having himself lay on Tucker and deeply fucks the man. Tucker feels the friction of his dick between their bodies.

“Fuck, boy! I’m gonna cum!” The hits against his prostate makes him cum hands free between them. Kyle feels the cum of Tucker shoot between their bodies. Feeling Tucker’s ass muscles clench around his dick makes him cum inside the man.

“Fuck yeah stud, fill me up!” Tucker says while having his arms wrapped around Kyle.

Kyle can’t believe how amazing this feels. All tired, Kyle falls asleep in Tucker’s arms on that hairy chest.

“That was amazing, stud.” Tucker says but doesn’t get a response. He looks at Kyle and notices Kyle fell asleep. He cuddles with Kyle before he lays Kyle slowly back down.
Tucker looks at sexy Kyle while he gets dressed. He can’t believe his dream came out to have that sexy stud fucking him. When Tucker is dressed he walks over To Kyle and gives the young hunk a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the amazing fuck, rich boy.”

While Kyle, all tired, continues his sleep Tucker leaves the room. Kyle smiles, knowing how this is the most pleasurable moment for him.

I had heard of the Keller, a hard gay bar where the limits were pushed, where, in the dark of a backroom, no one existed, where everything was possible.

In the cloakroom of the entrance, I abandoned jacket, shirt, and T-shirt. Shirtless, in faded jeans, I grabbed a beer at the bar, and walked down the spiral staircase. I disappeared into the darkness. Absolute black, no light, no humanity. Everyone left her there, a few meters away, in the land of faces and voices. Here, nothing. Nothing except impulses, sensations, noises, breaths, moans, raw scents. Blows too, given and received, saliva exchanged, sweat licked, semen swallowed. Skins rubbed, hands clashed, sexes were found.

The four feet of pleasure: sound, smell, taste and touch. Perfect stability, balance on the stool of passions. No pollution of the intellect. Primal diving, direct connection with the animal that inhabits us. The view would be too much. To see would be to think. To see would be to interpret. To see would be to connect the pieces that separated from each other.

The darkness vibrated from the hips that pressed, breasts that were sucked, mouths that roamed each other, shocks of disarticulated bodies, slaps that resonated. The words were gone. Erased, absent. To say was to connect. Connect sensations together, present with past and potential future. To say was also to designate. To remain silent was to become a fetal again.

I felt that the wall I was leaning against was that of a uterus. One more step, and I would fall short of awareness and understanding. I wouldn’t have been born, not yet. I would have regressed into the non-verbal, the unspoken, the unexpressed.

The disappearance of others as individuals allowed and encouraged mine. I was living the risk of my potential disjunction.

Just before the slide, just before the abandonment, just before falling on the floor, just before ceasing to be, by a survival reflex, I escaped.

Quickly, nervously, I climbed the stairs. Several times, stumbling on the steps, I almost fell. No one paid attention to my escape. At the end of the bar, the cloakroom. Quick, my shirt, my T-shirt, and my jacket. Quick, push the door.

Finally, the street and the light of the Parisian night. The rain stinged my face and ended up bringing me back to reality. It had nothing to wash, because nothing had happened. Still, I felt dirty. Not from what I had seen, but from what I had almost done. To have been so close to disappearing. One step away.

Despite the lateness of the hour, I decided to leave my car and walk home. I would pick it back tomorrow. Need to walk. I took my headphones from my pocket, plugged it into my iPhone and immersed myself in Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here.”

But who the hell could I have wished for…

I did not return to the Keller. Too fragile. Too attracted. Too weak. I felt how much I was physically and mentally in danger. How easily I could go from voyeur to victim. How this fantasy was a potential and evil door. The one that should not be pushed. Definitely not.

But if I avoided this bar and the power of its attraction, it populated my nights with a recurring nightmare, during which, instead of fleeing and escaping, I slipped into the pit of the backroom. Each time, according to the same scenario, I became trash.

It all starts with hands that auscultate me, fingers that weigh my sex, teeth that bite me. Then a firm grip makes me bow my head and tell me to bend down. Irresistibly, my legs bend and my arms curl up. I’m getting smaller and smaller, more and more egged.

Lying on the ground, I am a mercilessly trampled ball. In an attempt to escape, I flattened myself on the ground, but someone unceremoniously grabbed my head and forced me to lick a pair of rangers. Under a hail of slaps, I execute, or rather my tongue executes. My flabby flesh fits into the hollows of the sole. A bitter taste rises from my taste buds. The pain is external to me, I see it. I’m an actor in a silent film. I play the situation without living it. I am inside a fiction.

They take me by the hair and straighten me up. Suddenly, I am thrown against a wall. My arms are bound by a rope and stretched upwards. I only touch the ground with my toes. Exposed, completely vulnerable and defenseless, I am a thing, a bag that swings, that is tossed around, a sexual punching bag. My head is empty, time has ceased to exist.

I’m at the bottom of a hole. Nowhere. Penetrations alternate with blows. Floods of urine inundate me regularly, washing away the sputum that smear me. Every piece of my body is sore, my skin is just dirt.

Later, much later, my consciousness resurfaces. Little by little, I recompose myself and re-emerge as a person. My integrity is replenished: these hands are my hands, these feet are my feet, this head is my head. I am reborn.

I find my jeans, and awkwardly, put them on and rebutton them. I follow the curvature of the wall to find my way and exit the backroom. Although dim, the ambient light dazzles me. I blink as I pull myself out of my grave.