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He was getting tired. Real tired. 

Moisture wicked off him as he glided back and forth, up and down, slick with determination and ego.  He wanted that feeling of pleasure to continue though; he had the desire, the skill, and satisfaction – that is, satisfaction that the after-Christmas paunch was melting away as easily as he glided through the water..

And it was happening pretty fast. At 6 ft 3, 33 year old Taub Litton’s weight had dropped to a trim 195 pounds by July 30 through a tight regimen of weight-lifting, running, and swimming. His loose abs were now trim, defined, no flab from two months before. His waist was 34 inches. He made a few laps more, mildly aware of a father and son nearby and keeping out of his way, occasionally chatting with a lady and her daughter who sat nearby.

The father was ginger, ginger-blonde, maybe five 10, trim, somewhat muscular. The son, was blonde, rather white blonde, and would have remained so had summer outdoor fun tanned him to a pretty golden hue, and seemed to draw out and contrast nicely with the bright blue eyes, and short pointed tongue that seemed to protrude every so often as he and his father joked with one another. Every so often the slight 18-year-old stole glances at Taub’s sleek form darting past as well, and he, the boy Caleb, stood off to the side in his wake. He turned back as his dad splashed him lightly as he slipped into the pool beside his boy. 

As Taub gripped the stairs, hauling himself out of the pool, he noticed his figure had regained its sexiness. He felt energized and alive. He swelled with pride, glancing down as the water cascaded downward, off him, and he pridefully knew he had kept to his six month plan and now met his goal weight. He smiled at the cute petite teen lifeguard as he approached, his gleaming white team contrasting with the tall and handsome black demi-god shimmering as the water gently bathed him, caressing his skin all the way down before the floor channels reclaimed it. She certainly noticed him, shyly looking away, that look of lust that, if he persisted, he could enflame then quench. Her glance toward his ample, tight speedo bulging out with his cocktube caused him to look down too, and when he looked up, she was blushing, staring at him, and he, staring back, blushed too.

He moved quickly past her, aware of a heat in his loins, and the pressing out of his suit. He was an attractive black man, with beautiful ebony skin, radiant and well-hydrated. His face was perhaps unusual, more aquiline nose, less squat, and eyes/nose/mouth perfectly placed to make him the perfect specimen once more. 

Pushing open the men’s locker room, he felt some relief, a relief that increased when he realized he was the only one there. A nice relaxing shower, that would be great.  Approaching a single shower with a curtain he saw OUT of ORDER clearly printed on a sign hanging down across the curtain. Frowning, he turned around, the same on the other curtained shower, with some tools and toolbox tucked into the corner of the dry stall.  

Sighing with exhaustion, he padded a few feet on to the larger, six-head open shower which had no such warning label. He gingerly opened a faucet, wondering what might come out, and was pleased to find quickly warming, strong spray. Working his tight light blue speedo down, around and off his high, tight ass, he tossed it carelessly into the corner of the shower closest to the doorway. Placing his towel on the hook, he stepped in. A stereotypical big-dicked black man, his sleeping cool snake rapidly warmed up, his large balls, the size of medium lemons, slowly sank contentedly into their home, slapping gently against his upper thigh.. He sighed, basking in the warm water, when his semi-hard black mamba danced in the warmth of the watery spray and his overheated balls began swinging to silent music as he lathered up, enjoying the warmth on his cool skin.

He took a moment or two to think again how he had met his goal, how hard he had worked to trim down and get back in shape, and those thoughts turned to obsession. Then he remembered the pretty teen lifeguard who glanced up at him, smiling that beautiful smile, and glancing down at his package, back to his face, then away, then back again. Yes, fucking her would be great, he thought sighing under the water, and as he did, feeling sexy, his cock pulled straight out. He smiled, looking down, and wondered why he hadn’t measured it recently, the last time maybe age 20, and it was about 8.5 inches. Then, embarrassed, he was rock hard again, his wide arrow-like glans a purplish-black, sleek rounded when filled out. He thought of his mother, his bills, the dry cleaning he had to pick up – anything to avoid the erection. But then his thoughts were interrupted by the door to the locker room opening on the far end of the room.

As it did, the lights, which were on timers and had gone dark except where Taub was showering, snapped back on with a crackle, and he heard voices. Just bits and pieces he heard as he came back to the present. A couple more came in, milling around it sounded like, before leaving. Two voices came closer, and then the nude father and son rounded the corner, and stopped surprised in front of the shower. Both father and son glanced at the handsome black man, down to his package. Staring at the black men within, the father quickly recovered, pulled his son in front of him and gently pressed him to the opposite side of the shower. But the boy had the better vantage point, the small, wet mouth in an “O’ and Caleb’s wide eyes had lingered longer than his father’s. Taub, noticed the pair also, the staring, the vague longing, and his member quickly rehardened. Absently, he soaped it up again before turning away and focusing on his backside. 

The boy, as 18-year-old boys often are, was rock hard. His short, stubby, thin cock, pale against his tanned, lithe body, stood innocently erect. His father’s tool was lifting too, and thickened, but not much, as he washed the boy and him at bit, stealing glances at both his son and the backside of the muscular black man a few feet away.  Both noticed Taub’s musculature, the broad shoulders, narrow 32 waist, tapering down to a perfectly round bubble-butt, beautifully black, then splitting into two thick thighs.

Then, something odd happened. The boy looked at his father, then at Taub, now in profile, then back to the father. His father looked at him knowing, smiled slightly, then nodded toward Taub, cocking his head in a questioning fashion. The boy leaned up, and said quietly, urgently in his father’s ear, “Can I?” Glancing nervously at Taub, Caleb’s father said, “Ok, let’s see. I’ll dress and be waiting inside near the door, ok? Don’t take too long.” He looked at Taub, who had begun to lather up his hair, not hearing the conversation. “Don’t press him.” Both father and son turned off the water, and Taub glanced over at the absence of the shower spray before beginning to wash his hair. Footsteps, then silence.  

Then the spray next to him jetted on.  

What, thought Taub, as cold water splashed onto the back of his foot and leg.

Taub looked back and down to see a self-assured 18-year-old next to him – at the shower next to him, lathering up, and looking curiously at the black man.

Taub stared at him. He looked toward the door, and saw the boy’s father sitting with his back to the showers and putting on his socks. Taub looked down at the boy. 

“What are you doing?” He asked the boy.  

“Showering,” the boy, soap in hand, looked up at him beaming impishly before glancing downward at Taub’s semi-stiff and glistening shaft. Self-conscious, Taub turned slightly away. His cock was already at half-mast, and he felt the tingling begin again. Was this turning him on? Taub quickly finished up. He turned off the spray, and moved to go.

“Hey,” Caleb said suddenly, putting out his hand. “Wait.” 

Taub stopped, looking down. “What,” he said. 

“I want to ask you something.” Weirdly, a bit of fear seized this man; he cock drooped ever so slightly. What did this kid mean?

Then the boy sat down against the wall, behind the water spray. He bent and drew up his legs, but kept them apart. “I wanna say something,” looking at his feet. Taub’s gaze followed. The boy was rock hard.

Looking up with water pouring down his face, he asked,

“If I really wanted to,” he looked longingly at Taub’s black snake, and then the tongue flicked over his lips.  “Could I?”

“Huhh,“ Taub responded, his ebony body warming up with interest and desire, but rooted in the space. He glanced out the door. The boy’s father did not move and just stared out the doorway.

Caleb slid around onto his knees, and leaned forward. Reaching up, he gently cupped Taub’s enormous balls, and taking his other hand in wonder, gently stroked Taub’s shaft.

Taub was frozen there, staring down at the boy. The boy’s matted blonde hair, those sparkling eyes, his tiny, 5 ft plus frame, 87 pounds, grinning up at him, and he couldn’t move.

“I wanna  suck it,” Caleb said simply. “Can I?

“”Whaa..huh?” Taub said.  He just gaped at the kid. Did he hear right?

“I wanna.” the boy repeated.  A pleading, hoarse little whisper.

Taub shot a glance at the door. The father was scrolling through his phone, unconcerned.

“We should hurry,” the boy urged. “Someone might come.” Seeing the black man’s concern, Caleb added, “My dad knows. It’s ok. The boy reached for the thick shaft at half-staff before him. “He’s cool with it. He’s watching the door,” he said, looking up, then down at the cock, water misting off the long, thick shaft.

The pink tongue poked out  and swirled around the broad cock-crown, swabbing it.  

“MMMMHHH,” the boy moaned. “ I never sucked a black man before.”

Taub stared at him. His fearful eyes shot out the door of the shower, saw the father, glanced left then right.  “Fuck,” he said. “Get over here.” 

Grabbing the boy’s arm, he slid him across the floor to a secluded area of the shower, thought better of it, spun him so he was on his knees, but so Taub leaning back now and again could watch the door. The boy squealed in delight. 

“Shhh!” Taub hissed severely.  “Quiet!” He glanced out, the father had looked back for a minute, then forward again staring out the door.

“You want to suck, boy,” Taub quietly rumbled, swinging his hips forward to slap his cock on the boy’s face. “Then get to it,” he demanded. It had been awhile. Swallowing his shame, and engaging his lust, he pressed that plum-sized cock crown to the boy’s lips. 

Smiling broadly, the boy closed his eyes. And opened his mouth. But Taub pulled back.

“Wait,” he muttered, stepping back and leaning so he could see out of the showers. Caleb’s dad was still there, looking opposite, scrolling through his phone, watching the door. 

“It’s ok,” Caleb said.  “He knows I want this. He said it’s ok” Taub stared at him again, hardly believing his ears.. The boy smiled. “He knows. It’s ok. He’s waiting,” and he reached for Taub’s cock. Taub gently pushed the boy’s hands away.

“No hands. Mouth, tongue, lips only.” Taub pulled him closer, literally pulling the boy’s small mouth onto his tool so fast the boy spluttered, readjusted himself on his knees, engulfed a good portion of cockshaft, and began a steady head-pumping.

“Suck,” his deep voice resonated. “Oh. My. God!”

Leaning in, not losing a beat, the 18 year old  raised his hand again. Taub gently pushed it away. “No. Nurse the tip, boy. Suck,” he said again.

Taub, lust in his eyes, could hardly believe his luck. Half-reclining on the shower floor was a beautiful blonde boy, matted hair, water dancing off him, his pencil dick rock hard and hairless, leaning in and throating 3-4 inches of black thick cock rapidly driving it into his mouth. The boy’s sausage was stiff and throbbing, and his look of pure joy flooded his face. He knew what he wanted, and he was not to be denied.. 

Stepping back slightly to look out the doorway and still harder than ever, Taub forced young Caleb to shimmy forward, taking more cock in stride and deepening his thrusts.  The boy kept glancing up watching the black stallion’s reaction.

“That’s it, boy.  Look at me,” Taub hissed.  Blues eyes flashed upwards again and locked on the black man’s coal-black eyes, then settled on the beautiful black torso, as he steadily nursed the black mamba. Varying his tempo, the boy increased his suction. Taub groaned, gripping the boy’s head harder, which had the effect of sliding him right then left back and forth along the floor. Breaking his concentration, the boy giggled, but now it was Taub who was intent..

“No! Eyes up here!” The alpha male began to come out. Caleb looked up as Taub began to pump his tight high ass forward, driving his thick 8 inches into the small boy’s small mouth, water spraying everywhere, but the boy did not move on his own. He let his face be fucked properly. the lemon-sized cock head pushed forward insistently over and over again, not to be denied. Caleb braced his hands on the shower floor, but the forward cock blows slid him around even more. Taub gripped the boy’s shoulder with his left hand, as his right meaty hand took up position behind the boy’s head.  To his amazement, the boy began to help. He kept pace, pistoning his head faster, the slurping sounds echoing off the walls, mingling the saliva with black precum as easily as the music of dancing water coupled together, accompanying the oral ministrations in the background.

“Oh, my god!” breathed Taub, eyes half-lidded. “Ohhh wowww…that feels real good, baby. Hey!” Eyes snapped open. “Hold up,” he hush-whispered hurriedly. He pulled the boy’s o-ring mouth off, leaned over and checked the locker room.  He saw a tall boy walk quickly out from the direction of the urinals calling to someone out at the pool, with Caleb’s dad carefully watching. Awesome, he thought, a dad lookout. Dad looked back, smiled slightly, and nodded.

“Yo’ daddy doesn’ mind? He looked at Caleb. The boy smiled, drenched.  

“Nope,” he said. “Who dya think trained me? I’m kinda good, huh?” To prove his point, the boy leaned in and licked Taub’s point, too. Then flicked his tongue the length of Taub’s long shaft, flicking, kissing, slurp-kissing the large furry ballsack before tonguing along the other side of the shaft and slurping loudly on the cockhead again. ““He knows I kinda need it,” Caleb finished, and he opened his mouth wide and swallowed a few inches before soon pistoning his head with even greater intensity. His mop of blonde hair flailing back and forth, the sucking and water music  as before, and his cock semi-hard now slapping against his leg in time with the boy’s forward oral action.

Taub couldn’t believe the sensations. It was heaven, and this boy knew his game. He looked down at the concentrated look on Caleb’s young face, his hollowed cheeks…and then his cock began to swell and throb. The pre-cum dribbled out impatiently now, lots of it, and Caleb whimpered and moaned in response, his tongue scooping it up and hoovering it into his sucking young mouth. Taub groaned.

“”Fuck, boy, ohhh, god…yeaaaa, daddy…uhoh…trained you wellllllll. You slurping my load out, little slut.”

In response, the boy slowed somewhat, varying his strokes, some deep, some shallow, then he really started pistoning. Taub spread his thick muscular legs wide, wrapped his fingers in the boy’s hair. Surprised by the sudden jerk to his scalp, the boy cried out, but soon found his mouth sucking again on reflex as the turgid ebony pike claimed him again. With one hand on his own waist, the other holding Caleb’s blonde mop, Taub’s pistoning took control. The boy gagged and fought a bit before giving in to the oral assault, concentrating  on taking the black tool pistoning deep. Taub didn’t last long. He yanked his cock out and pumped it. Once, twice…

“Ta—oh, man….Ye..yeowww, ohhhh, Ohhhhhk,fucckkk AHHHHH taaakkkeee ittt,” Taub groaned out, almost a demand as well as a pleading release. As Taub’s orgasm overwhelmed him, Caleb, who never touched his own cock, began to gently stroke it, his legs, bent at the knee splayed out. Watching his lover ‘s face closely, Caleb stayed centimeters from the obscenely purple cock-knob, transfixed at its opening slit. And when he knew the time was right, opened his mouth wide. Volleys of cum jetted into his mouth, though Caleb had to adjust his head and mouth to catch nearly all, pooling his creamy delight onto his tongue before trapping the cock-crown in that tight gripping desperate young mouth. Taub shuddered, and looked down.

Releasing the cock carefully, Caleb slowly opened his mouth. Taub’s seed, thick and masculine cocktail languished there, an offering to hard work, determination, and aching worship from a satisfied admirer. The mouth closed, and Taub heard the third most gratifying sound in all the world– the sound of grateful gulping of man-seed. 

The boy giggled, burped, excused himself, giggled again. Looking with wonder at the dangling cock branch, he positioned the head back at his mouth, and pumping the cock gently, those black lemons caressing his throat, as he swabbed away a quarter-sized dollop of man seed, then a smaller amount until the big balls had given up their last and he had consumed it all.

“Mmmmm,” he licked his lips and his eyes met Taub’s dark ones.  “Thanks, sir.” “It’s delicious.” He rose up on his knees, kissed the shrinking tip of the arrowhead, gave it one last flick of the tongue, and rushed out to join his father.

The dad smiled.  “All done, son?” he said, but never looked over at the shower.  The boy nodded, took his father’s hand, and they exited the men’s locker room.

Taub closed his eyes, reaching down to gently fondle his balls. His dick was still too sensitive, and tingled achingly. He turned off the shower. He thought about the warm, wet mouth of that boy, the tight oral grip, tugging and licking, and he began to harden again. Then his eyes snapped open.  He groaned.

Was he becoming a boy lover?

The car ride bac to my crib was quiet.  I was freekin out on da inside, even though I looked over at Joop eery so often and gave him a nod, like it was ‘all-good-&-we-were-gonna-find-out-what-happened-to-Rah-Rah’… at least dats da look I gave him.

We reached my house an pulled into da driveway (which was empty, no cars there) and I got out, Joop drivin da whip around to da back of da property to hide da whip in da bushes, in case sumone was lookin for Rah-Rah car.  Not that they would check the home of one of da head CO’s up at da prison, da Warden’s right hand man, I thought to myself, shakin my head.  Po-Po could be really dumb sumtimes.

I went inside da front door an Joop met me in da kitchen.  “They mus be out,” Joop said; “no cars hurr, dat mean dey aint home.”

I nodded, not really trustin myself to speak.  We went up to da bedroom and laid down on da bed, still fully clothed.  I wuz mo than tired.  Eerything dat happened from da moment I last saw this room jus drained me, one event after da other.  Rah-Rah catchin me bare-assed comin outta da shower, catchin Joop dick in dat hoe mouth at da mall, me hidin out at Rah-Rah crib, druggd up and raped, thinkin Joop killd our oldest friend and belieinv we hadda go on da run or get lokkd down, discoverin da body was missin… it all jus made me madd numb and I couldn’t move.

I turned my head to see Joop layin beside me on his side, lookin down at me.  He lookd so fukkin sexy an at da same time so miserable, my heart skippd a beat.  He lookd like he was goin thru eerything I went thru but only in his head and his heart.  In eery way he felt violated like I had been, we were bond together like dat- he aint have to say nuthin at all about how he felt, I just KNEW.

Witout a word Joop lookd at me, an a tear shone in his eye.  I watched it as he watched me, and it broke free an fell down his cheek, splashin down on my forehead.  I felt it trail on down da side of my face an catch in my ear.

God, I loved dis nicca.

Witout a word Joop reached over an, almost like he was ready for me to pull back, rested his hand on my chest.  It wasn’t just a touch, it was a question, spoken witout words:

COULD YOU EVER LET ME TOUCH YOU AGAIN..?

Witout a word Joop waited for me to answer.  My heart was so full of love for his patience, him bein gentle an givin me space to deal wit me bein raped an all… yeah, I knew he cheated on me wit a chick, yeah, I knew he was fukkd up about dat and yeah, I knew dat I had jus been raped an I was gun-shy about bein touched rite now; but da one thing I also knew was dat I trusted Joop mo than any nicca I had ever trusted- even after all dat had happened.  We grew up together, been thru too much- who else could I trust but da only nicca I ever dreamed about..?

Witout a word, dat was da answer i gave him- jus by touchin his hand and pullin it up to caress my cheek.

He lit up like a Christmas tree.  Witout a word he held my cheek in his palm and jus smiled at me, another tear spillin out his eye an landin on my eyebrow dis time.  For sum reason him holdin me so quiet-like an so protective made my dick rise up.  he saw this an reached down, pullin down from my boxers, so that my dick broke free an stood str8 up, all 9 inches thick and throbbin- but not from lust.  I aint know why my dick was jumpin so hard…

Joop aint waste no time though.  He leaned over and wit one swallow engulfed my dick down to da base.  I felt his lips, tongue an throat close wit da smoothest WARMTH over my throbbin dick an my knees got weak.

At first my reaction was to pull back, but Joop slippd his lips over my dick, up an down wit so strong and soft a suction dat I was powerless, but a different kind of powerless.  Wit each stroke of his throat up and down on my thick ass dick Joop reminded me dat all he would ever wanna do is please me, make me feel good.

Joop raised up off me an looked up, da question in his eyes, spoken again, witout a word:

 

YOU WANT ME TA STOP..?

Witout a word I took his face an pushed it bac to my dick, all spit-shiny an drippin, jumpin for Joop’s mouf again.  He attacked it this time, slurpin and suctionin on it over an over, his spit droolin down on my hairy nuttsack, makin me jump wit lust.  Witout a word I raised up an let Joop’s hand run down my bootyhole.

He touched da crack an I flinched- I remembered Rah-Rah bein on me jus then.  But witout a word Joop pushed dat horror outta my head and replaced it wit himself, his touchin me, his love for me, his hands all over my ass cheeks, makin my ass hot an horny FOR JOOP all over again. 

 

Witout a word I grabbd Joop and pushed him down on his back, noticing then that he had jumpd outta his clothes while he was sukkin on my dick.  He was butt ass, his 10.5 inch thickass dick standin brickkd up.  I got on top of him and positioned his dick against my ass.

Witout a word he asked me wit his eyes,

ARE YOU SURE BOUT DIS YO?

Witout a word I let him know by raisin up an slippin his dick in my ass, slow but sure.  Da hole was still hurtin a lil from earlier but for sum reason Joop lookin at me wit all his feelings in his eyes made me forget al da bad shyt, and all of a sudden my ass aint feel nuthin but ready for Joop to tap it like WHOA.

Witout a word I let him know:

TAKE DIS ASS BACK YO, RE-CLAIM IT… IT’S YOURS, JOOP…

Witout a word he knew what I was sayin to him, and his dick, cock-0strong, slid home into my ass, dat familiar tightenin/ loosenin pressure of him finding dat rite curve up in there, pushing til bang! I was all da way down on his dick to da base.  My ass twitched, tightenin up wit thugg heat, an I knew then I needed him to re-make dat hole his own, AN RITE NOW.

Witout a word Joop slowly positioned my legs and his own.  When he was finished moving I noticed that he had lifted his legs an positioned his asshole against my throbbin dick.

Witout a word Joop said,

YO I’M SAYIN, WHY DON’T YOU TAP DIS ASS TONITE..?  WE COULD GO BACK AN DO DA REGLAR WAY ANOTHER TIME YO…

Witout a word Joop told me dat he loved me enuff dat tappin me tonite wasn’t dat important, not like me an him jus showin love, no matter who got fucked.

Which wuz fine by me.  I grabbed on both his legs an spread em to where I could see his pink lil asshole winkin at me beneath soft pubic fuzz.  It looked so fukkin thugg-sexy my dick stiffened up brick-style again an I slid my phat dickhead into dat tite spot.  Joop closed his eyes an bore down on his teeth.  He grabbed my hand dat was on his leg an squeezed, sayin to me witout a word:

DO IT NOW NICCA..!

I pushed in an felt pressure, his hole wuz madd tite and wouldn’t let me in dat ez, which I expected- Joop did most of da fukkin when it wuz time to git down to da jump-off…  but then his ass jus opened up an my joint slid deep up to da base inside dat hairy warmth, which clamped down on my joint like a fist.  Joop opened his mouf in pain but not a sound left his lips.  Witout a word I began grindin dat dick up into Joop guts, back an forth, slidin my 9 inch up dat dark hole, feelin dem walls slip up an down on my dickhead, which grew against the strain of dat thugg lust.  It felt like butter, hot, slippery an tite- an my dick sent shovers thru my body while I began to bang out dat ass da way Joop did me sumtimes- jail house thugg style.

Da bed began to shake az I ground dat hole over an over, dat ass getting wetter an wetter, Joop wit his eyes closed against da pain an still eggin me on witout a word.  Dis nicca loved me like sum I never KNEW before.  I went faster, got deeper in his ass, my arms stretchin his legs wider, my nutts smackin dat booty wit a lite tappin dat got louder an louder.

Da headboard banged against da wall and Joop was sweatin, tryin to help hold up his muscle legs all dat time.  His dick was brikkd up and bouncing up an down against his tite ass chest.  Sweat fell off my face too, landin on his chest and dat thick ass swollen thugg dick as I held his legs str8 up, closing em and feelin mo skin on my dick squeein it, faster and titer, dat shiver runnin thru my legs and my back- I felt da nutt buildin up deep in me, an I wuz bout to lose control… Joop reached around an grabbd my asshole, pullin me deepr into him, and he squeezed his asshole closed around my thrustin dick.

Dat did it.  Witout a word I felt da wildest nutt grab me up, I couldn’t speak as my splash bust outta my dick-

(skeet-skeet)

– an splattered da inside of Joop ass, over an over, da force of it rockin my whole body again an again-

(skeet-skeet; skeet-skeet)

-and all of a sudden Joop’s back stiffened an his eyes rolled in da back of his head.  And witout a word, witout touchin his dick his nutt flew up into my face, hot, sizzling droplets of white rain hittin my cheek, my eyebrows

(SKEET-SKEET)

and washin me over an over as his uncontrolled dick flew off an shot everywhere, my sholders, da headboard, da covers

(SKEET-SKEET; SKEET-SKEET)

as Joop thrashed wildly on da bed.

My dick blew its last nutt an I caught my breath, feelin Joop nutt drippin warm an white down my cheek an restin on my upper lip.  I tasted it as he opened his eyes an said witout a word,

DAMN NICCA YOU COATED FA SHO…

And he smiled, me smiling back.  I pulled outta his ass, large splashes of my nutt fallin outta his open ass an hittin da bed. We were now crusted in nutt- but we aint care.  Joop reached up an pulled me to him, our combined nutt-splash off stickin us together.  I rested on top of him, and we, together, fell asleep- witout a word.

Sometimes, I thought as I drifted off, words aint needed between lovers…

***

Without a word, the shadow in the bedroom closet that was watching Joop and Lamar silently make love waited for them to fall asleep.  It stepped from the dark space into the room itself, the morning sunlight falling through the window and making the silver .38 in the shadow’s hand glisten.  Three bullets were in the chamber, one for each of them- and there was no reason why they should have to wait any longer…

Without a word Rah-Rah smiled grimly at the sleeping pair as he raised the gun, aimed at Joop’s head and pulled the trigger.

Chapter 3

After my first two days on the job, I had the next night off. My roommates and I went out drinking. Now flush with cash from the tips I had received from my “special requests”, I went a little crazy buying shots for my buddies and half the bar we were at. One of the benefits of working the night shift was that I got to sleep off my hangover the next morning before having to head into work.

The first couple hours of the shift were brutal. It was hot as hell, and crazy busy at the hotel. I was lugging heavy bags non-stop until the rush finally calmed down. Although I didn’t feel up to working out before my shift, I certainly got in my share of physical activity lifting all these bags.

After things died down and returned to the usual quiet night time in the lobby, I was taking a break on one of the leather couches, scrolling on my phone when I heard Chip pick up the line at the reception desk.

“Good evening, sir…..Unfortunately, the spa is closed for the day….Yes, sir, but it’s almost 11:30….Terribly sorry, sir….Um, please hold for one second, sir…” he said, putting his hand over the phone and looking over at me. I knew he was up to something by the look on his face.

“Jacob, hey! Do you think you could do a half decent massage?” he asked, looking desperate.

“I dunno. I used to get them from our trainer after practice….”

Chip didn’t let me finish before speaking back into the phone. “Sir, good news. I was able to find someone….Yes, he will meet you at the spa located on the second floor…Of course, sir, happy to help….”

“Bro, what the hell?” I said.

“This is a VIP guest. I’m sure you’ll do great. Here is the master key to the spa. When you enter, there is a silver box on the wall to the left. That will turn on the jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, lights, everything. Turn them on, then meet him outside the entrance. And lock the door when you’re in, so other guests don’t wander in. ok?” he said, handing me the key and pushing me toward the elevator.

What did I get myself into, I thought, taking the key and heading up to the spa. I swiped the key and entered. The room was pitch black. I turned on the light on my phone and found the master switch box like Chip had said. I flipped it on and the place lit up with soft lighting and zen music. The spa was actually very nice and calming. I heard the jacuzzi jets start to bubble. I took a quick look around, trying to familiarize myself with where everything is, and then made my way back out to the entrance to wait for the guest.

A couple minutes later I saw a large man walking down the hall. As he approached, I was taken aback by his size. Wearing a white tank top and short terrycloth shorts, his massive tattooed arms were on full display, as were his tree trunk legs. With tight cropped dark brown hair and a short beard, he looked somewhat familiar.

“Good evening, sir. I’m Jacob. I take it you’re in need of a massage,” I said, extending my hand.

He smiled, reaching out to grab my hand, almost crushing it with his strong rough hands.

“Oi, mate. Nice to meet ya, Jacob,” he said, with a heavy Australian accent.

“Right this way, sir,” I said, motioning for him to enter the spa. I locked the door behind us, like Chip had told me.

The guest looked around at the spa as we entered. “The locker area is right this way, sir. You can leave your things here on the bench. It’s just us, so no need to lock them up,” I joked, as he was already shedding his clothes.

As he pulled his tank top off, I couldn’t help but admire his massive hairy chest, also covered in what looked like tribal tattoos. And then it hit me, and I blurted out without thinking, “Oh, shit! You’re the famous Aussie rugby player. I knew I recognized you.” And then I realized how I had just talked to a VIP guest. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to swear like that. Please, excuse me,” I said.

“Relax, mate. Like you said, it’s just us in here. You can drop the formalities. I’ve been with my wife and kids all week, so it’s nice to hear a swear word from another bloke to be honest,” he said, as he pulled down his shorts and tossed them on the bench. My eyes were immediately drawn to another part of his body, his massive low hanging balls and large uncut cock swinging between his legs. I tried not to be too obvious staring, but this guy was built like a tank. I’d seen youtube videos of him barreling through guys even bigger than him.

“Ah, so you’re here on vacation with your family. That’s nice,” I said, making small talk.

“They’re fucking driving me nuts, mate. I had to get out of that room. This was the only excuse that could get me out of there, so I’m glad that guy at the front desk found you,” he said.

I offered him a towel to wrap around his waist, but he just draped it over his shoulder and walked confidently, and bow legged, back into the main spa area.

“Well, sir. Full confession. I’m not a professional masseur. I just played sports, and I’ve had plenty of sports massages, so I….”

“You’ll be fine. You look strong. What’d you play?” he asked, looking me up and down as he draped his towel over the railing and slowly descended into the jacuzzi.

“Football, sir. American football,” I said. He grinned at the correction. “Can I get you some water?”

As he leaned back against the edge of the jacuzzi, his thick tatted arms stretched out along the side, he looked up at me, “Any chance you’ve got some beers? I was wanting to go down to the pub, but my wife would be all over my balls the rest of the trip if she knew I was out drinking.”

Knowing there was only water and tea in the spa fridge, I responded, “I can have some sent up from the bar right away, sir.”

“Perfect. Thanks, Jacob. You’re a lifesaver.”

I went to the phone and rang Chip, requesting someone to bring up some bottles of beer right away. A couple minutes later, I met Chip himself at the door, carrying a tray with stacked pint glasses and an assortment of bottled beers.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Dude, this guy is a professional rugby player,” I whispered.

“I know, and you should see his wife! I’m surprised she’s not giving him a happy ending,” he joked.

“Fuck off, man,” I laughed. “Thanks for bringing up the beers. We’ll see how the massage goes. Who knows, maybe it’s my second calling,” I said, nodding to him as he left. I locked the door and retuned to the jacuzzi area.

As he saw me carrying the beers back in, he hollered at me from the jacuzzi, “Atta boy, Jacob! Well done, mate!” 

I poured one of the beers into a pint glass and carried over to him, realizing that I’d probably get fired for serving beer, in glass, in the jacuzzi. But fortunately, nobody is around to report me.

After the took a sip, he said, “Mate, it’s fucking weird you standing there in that suit, watching me drink beer in the tub.”

I didn’t know how to respond to him, so after a few seconds, he added, “Oi, grab yourself a beer and join me. The water is nice, mate!”

“Um, I’m not supposed to drink while I’m working, sir,” I replied.

“I don’t see your boss in here, eh? Come on. I’ll tell them you were a perfectly stiff angel,” he said, chuckling.

He had a point, so I agreed, walking over and pouring myself a beer. I walked back toward the jacuzzi and started taking my uniform off. When I got down to by white briefs, I started walking toward the steps into the hot water when he stopped me.

“Hey, bare nuts only in the water! What, you scared I’m gonna see your willy?”

“No, sir. It’s just, unusual to get naked in front of a guest, sir,” I said.

“Mate, stop calling me sir. I just want to hang out and have some beers with a fellow jock that has some testosterone running through his veins. Drop them skivvies and join me in here.”

I was starting to like this guy, and I’d never had a full on conversation with someone that had such a thick Australian accent. So I agreed, pulling down my briefs and wading down into the water, buck naked, with my beer, sitting to his side.

“Cheers, mate! Just a couple of blokes having some beers, free of the ladies, eh?” he said, as we both sipped our beers. I noticed his was almost 3/4 done.

“So, are you enjoying your trip?” I asked.

“Eh, it’s alright. We like coming to America because not many of you Yanks follow rugby, other than you it seems, so we don’t get mobbed as much as in Europe or Australia. But the kids are driving me mad, and with them in the same suite, I’m not gettin’ any from my woman for days.”

“If you don’t mind me saying this, my buddy said your wife is really hot.”

He laughed. “Yeah, she is. But everyone assumes we fuck all day. After the third kid was born, it’s pretty dry, mate. It’s tough, though, because I get horny as fuck after working out, so I gotta cum at least once or twice a day, and she’s definitely not into that.”

“Dude, I’m totally the same way. I mean, having to get off after working out or practice.”

“You got a girl that helps you with that then?” he asked.

“I did, man, but she moved on to college, so I’m on my own now,” I said.

“That sucks, mate, that you lost her, but I miss those days when I could just fuck anyone I wanted.”

“So what do you do then, just jack off all the time?” I asked.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, giving off a bit of a sly look. Changing the subject, he held up his empty pint, “Another pint, bartender?”

I nodded, wading over to grab his glass and got out of the jacuzzi to walk over and pour us each another beer, not bothering to cover up. Even though he was much bigger than me, I was used to walking around naked confidently in locker rooms with other jocks, so it felt natural.

As I handed him his pint, we toasted, and I brought the subject back. “Come on, man, you’re a famous athlete, a beast, and even if your wife isn’t taking care of you, you’ve got to have chicks hanging off your nuts all the time. That’s what I was expecting being a college jock, but I’m gonna miss out on that, so it’s gotta be even better for you, man! I promise, man. I won’t tell a soul.” 

He kinda chuckled at my persistence and my apparent admiration. He finally muttered, “Blowjobs, mate,” taking another swig of his beer.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Look, there are plenty of chicks ready to get banged by professional athletes and a lot of the guys go for that, but most likely, they’ll end up pregnant, or the girl is just looking for publicity, or she’ll make some claim to get money. It never ends well when you fuck one of these young gals. So, for me, I settle for a blowjob to get me off.”

“Ah, I gotcha, man. Damn. It’s like a curse. So much hot pussy, but you can’t fuck it or you’ll have even more problems,” I said. “But, man, your dick is even bigger than mine, and I can’t find a chick that can take more than a couple inches of mine.”

“Dudes,” he responded.

He surprised me and I almost spit out my beer. “What??”

“Guys. They give the best head, and they can deep throat like crazy. And they can’t get pregnant, haha,” he joked.

“Bro, you’re not gonna believe this,” I said, standing up in the water, a little too excited, but the beers had loosened me up. “I got my first bj from a dude just the other day. And you’re right, man, he could fucking take it all the way!”

“And how was it?” he asked.

“Best head of my life, man!” I exclaimed.

“Told you, mate!” he said, reaching out to fist bump me.

I realized our glasses were once again empty, so I got us another refill. When I got back to the jacuzzi, he was sitting up on the side, with just his legs dangling in, and his huge cock and nutsack on full display.

I wasn’t sure if he was just cooling off or getting bored. “You doing ok, sir? Let me know whenever you want your massage, or if I can get you anything,” I said. I was enjoying hanging out with him. Somehow, swapping stories about getting sucked off by other guys seemed normal with him. But I also realized I was still working, so I wanted to make sure he was happy.

“Ay, mate. This is exactly what I needed. Some time with a mate, having some beers,” he said, smiling over at me. “But now that you remind me of the massage I booked, my feet and calves are killing me from walking around all day, so maybe you could give me a rub,” he said, holding his right leg out, causing his massive quads and calves to flex.

“Of course, sir,” I said, standing up and positioning myself in front of him, taking his right foot in my hands and starting to rub them.

“You know, mate, I bet that southern accent goes over well with the ladies outside of Texas,” he said.

“Haha, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really been many places. But I bet you have the same luck with your Aussie accent,” I said, causing him to shrug and grin.

“How old are you, anyways?” he asked.

“Almost 19…You?”

“33 mate. I’m getting to be an old man,” he joked.

After rubbing his foot, I moved up to his huge calf. I was like massaging a grapefruit attached to his leg. Although inexperienced in massage, I knew enough to use my fingers to run along the lines of his muscle. I could tell he was enjoying it. A couple times, he leaned his head back and moaned as he exhaled.

I moved to the other foot, repeating the rub, as he looked down at me. Although we were both quiet, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It almost seemed like we were old friends.

I finished with both feet and calves, as he leaned back, resting on his hands, causing his abs, chest and arms to flex. Damn, this guy was jacked.

I moved up to his left quads, impressed by the density of his muscles, while also trying to use as much of my grip strength as possible to massage them deeply.

“That’s nice, mate,” he said, reaching for his beer to take another gulp, downing half his pint.

I stepped forward, using my other hand to start massaging his right thigh, as he spread his hairy legs to make room for me to get closer.

Having been focused on his legs, I quickly realized my face was just a couple inches from his crotch, and that distance was decreasing as I continued to move up his thighs. “Mmmmmm, nice, Jacob,” I heard from above.

Face level with his crotch, I started running my hands along his inner thighs, diverting my fingers before making contact with his nuts and shaft, but after a couple motions, I noticed his dick starting to slowly chub up.

I chalked it up to the proximity of my hands, and kept on with the massage. But it kept growing, and damn was it big…and thick. It was soon at a full 45 degree angle, rock hard, with precum starting to ooze out of the slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“Don’t worry about that, it happens all the time during a massage,” I said.

“I didn’t apologize for it,” he replied, still looking down at me, inches from his now hard cock.

“Oh, right, sir,” I said, continuing to massage his inner thighs. “That is pretty impressive though, man,” I said, looking up at him, his throbbing cock partially blocking my view of his face.

He grinned, and said, “Wanna help me out with this, mate? My wife’s not gonna do it.”

Even though I wasn’t sure whether this was an actual ‘special request’, I still wanted to please the guest. But I was also strangely drawn to want to put his dick in my mouth, which was a new feeling for me.

I nodded, and reached forward, wrapping my hand around the base of his girthy hairy cock, pulling it down to meet my lips. I ran my tongue around the head, starting to taste his salty precum and causing him to moan.

Knowing it was going to be a challenge to suck someone of his size, I opened my mouth and slid his head in, swirling my tongue along the foreskin and the underside of his meaty dick, feeling it throb against my tongue. I slid down further, taking more of his cock into my mouth, the thickness of it stretching against my lips and jaw.

“Fuck yeah, mate. That feels so good,” he said, placing his hand on the back of my head and slowly pulling me into him.

The sensation of his warm dick in my mouth and the taste of his precum was strangely arousing to me, my own cock now rock hard under the water. There was something about this masculine jock stud that was getting to me, and making me want to service his manhood.

As soon as his head brushed against the back of my throat, I pulled back. I started to go up and down on his dick, but only taking in about three or four inches. That apparently wasn’t good enough for him, as his hand began to pull me down further onto his cock than I was planning to go.

As he pulled my head down, it caused me to gag, and I jumped back in a slight panic.

“Sorry, sir. It’s just, I’m kinda new to this,” I said, looking up at him while I caught my breath.

“That’s alright, mate. No worries. I’ll guide you. Just relax and breathe through your nose, go slowly,” he said, both authoritatively but also comforting.

I reinserted his cock into my mouth, giving a few bobs to massage his swollen head, before moving down further on his shaft. As I reached the halfway point of his dick, where I’d gagged before, I paused, trying to relax and breathe through my nose as I pushed a little farther.

“Atta boy,” he said, encouraging me.

There was was pressure against the back of my throat, and then something clicked back there, and his cock slid in a couple more inches, now into my throat for the first time. I struggled not to gag, but eventually regained my composure, as I realized I was deep throating a famous rugby star.

“Fuck yeah, mate! That’s the way to do it!,” he exclaimed loudly, his masculine voice echoing across the spa.

Having passed that threshold, it was now easier to take more of his cock. And before I knew it, my nose was buried in his hairy pubes, his entire dick down my throat.

I slowly slid off his cock, and then looked up at him, smiling. “Damn, man. That’s the first time I’ve deep throated another dude.”

“See, even straight guys are better at sucking dick than chicks,” he joked, gently tapping me on the side of my face.

I decided to go back in, taking his cock into my throat again, as I ran my hands up his muscular abs and chest, feeling his dense muscular body and coarse chest hair. This guy was all stud. His hands were back on my head pulling me up and down on his hard cock, almost to the point of face fucking me. I’m glad we were alone in the spa, because he was pretty loud and verbal with me as his cock continued to slide in and out of my throat.

After a couple minutes of his cock destroying my mouth, I needed a bit of a breather, so I pulled off and reached over for my beer. Looking up at this naked hairy stud in front of me, I was cognizant of the feelings I was experiencing. Surprisingly, I was actually lusting after him, the first time I’d ever felt that kind of sexual magnetism for a guy. It was throwing me for a loop.

As my thoughts were racing, he surprised me by leaning down, putting both hands on the side of my face and kissing me. His soft lips and rough beard sent shivers down my naked body, further confusing me on how I was reacting to this guy.

He pulled away from our kiss, looking me in the eye and tried to read my confused facial expressions.

“You ok, mate?”

“Yeah, man….It’s just that, I’m straight, but, like, you’re seriously making me horny like this, so I just don’t know what to make of this,” I said.

“Relax, mate. You don’t need to make anything of it. We’re just two hot jocks, and we’re having some beers, having a hot time, making each other horny as fuck. Let’s enjoy it, eh?”

“Yeah, man. All good,” I said.

“You look like you’re roasting, Jacob. Why don’t you get out of the jacuzzi,” he said, standing up and motioning me to climb the stairs out of the hot tub.

As I stepped out, he met me head on, wrapping his massive arms around me and pulling me into his warm muscular hairy body, our hard cocks pressing against each other, as his hands slide down to cup my bare ass.

“Damn, mate. You’ve nice a nice ass,” he said, squeezing it firmly.

“Thanks, man. Nothing like yours, man. You rugby plays have massive legs and glutes,” I replied.

He released me from his embrace. “So, I think you were in the middle of something,” he said, grinning and glancing down at his still rock hard cock.

“Oh, right. Yeah, man,” I said, getting down on my knees in front of him.

“Now you can call me sir,” he said. I grinned at his comment, as he grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock until he had slid it all the way back down my throat. This time I didn’t even gag.

While continuing to bob up and down on his cock, I reached around to get my own feel of his muscular hairy ass, feeling it flex each time he thrust his dick down my throat.

“Fuck that mouth feels good on my cock!” he said in his deep Aussie voice, letting me know that I was doing it right, despite his being only the second dick I’d had in my mouth.

After a couple more minutes of him stretching out my throat, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to stand up.

I stood up, thinking he was going to kiss me again, but he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around in one quick move, causing me to lean up against the massage table, basically pinned, with my back facing him.

He started kissing my neck as his hand slowly reached around and ran down the front of my body, until his hand was wrapped around my hard cock, causing me to gasp as he squeezed it. I then felt his mouth move down my back, lightly kissing my skin, until I felt it on my ass.

His strong hands then grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart. And then I felt his tongue against my hole, lightly brushing against it, just like Mr. Hardigan had done to me in the locker room. I moaned out at the sensation of his muscular hands on my ass and his tongue massaging my hole.

“Fuck, man!”

“Mmmmm, this ass tastes so good,” I heard him say from behind me.

I pressed my ass back into his face, my torso now resting on the massage table, enjoying the new sensation this was giving me.

After a couple minutes of his tongue pressing into my hole, I felt one of his large fingers slowly slide into my ass, another first for me. It was not at all what I had expected. While my ass clinched at first, once I relaxed and let him press it into me, it actually felt amazing. Strange, but amazing.

I think he was waiting to see what my reaction was, and once he realized I was enjoying it, I felt a second finger press into me.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck!” I yelled out, feeling some pain as his thick fingers stretched against my hole, but also a wave of pleasure from within at the same time. I breathed in deeply, trying to relax and let his fingers press further into me, making my dick twitch from the sensation.

“Atta boy,” he said from behind me once his fingers made it all the way in. He started pulling them out and pushing them back in, slowly finger fucking my tight hole. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir!” I managed to get out, between my grunts and moans of pleasure, my face pressed against the thick fabric of the massage table.

“Have you ever been fucked?” he then asked me.

“No, sir,” I replied.

“Well, I’m gonna fuck you. I want this ass,” he said in a deep primal voice, as he reached over and grabbed some massage oil to lube up his hard cock.

“I don’t know, man, if I can….”

But before I could put up a half protest, I felt his swollen head slowly press into my hole.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, clenching the side of the table.

Even though he had loosened my hole with his fingers, his thick cock was still stretching my ass as he slowly guided it further into me. Fortunately, he moved slowly, knowing I needed time to adjust to his size. Again, the mix of pain and pleasure was somewhat confusing to me, but the pleasure part was winning out.

It wasn’t long until I felt his skin pressed against my ass, his cock now fully inside me. He grabbed my waist, slowly sliding his cock out about half way before pushing it back in.

“Fuck yeah, lad. That ass is so fucking tight,” he exclaimed.

“Fuck me, sir,” I said, encouraging him.

Having the green light, he started to slowly pick up the pace, with a smooth rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of my virgin hole, grunting with pleasure with each insertion of his massive dick.

The feeling of him inside me was intoxicating, almost making me dizzy with the rush of pleasure running through my body as he continued to fuck me from behind. At the same time, I couldn’t believe that I was getting fucked by a dude.

I felt him pull out completely and give me a light tap on the ass. “Get up on the table,” he commanded.

I complied, getting up on the table on my back, as he crawled up from the other end between my legs, lifting them and exposing my ass.

Perched above me, he looked down at me with a lustful grin, spit into his hand and then grabbed his hard cock, guiding it back into my hole. His eyes were locked on mine, watching my reaction as he entered me.

As he started sliding in and out of my hole, I was fixated on his muscular body, now covered in sweat, as his abs and chest flexed with each push into me. My hands explored his body, first, his bulging chest, rounded shoulders and massive arms, and then reaching around to grab his ass, pulling him into me each time he slammed his body weight down on me, feeling every inch of his dick fill me from the inside. I could tell he liked to have his impressive physique acknowledged by my curious roaming hands.

He leaned down to kiss me, his heavy breath on me getting even faster. “I want to cum inside you, mate,” he said, staring into my eyes. All I could do was nod yes, as I was in a trance from the pleasure he was giving me.

And then I felt it, the first pulse of his dick deep inside me, causing his cock to get even bigger, as I felt his load start to spray inside me.

He yelled out in pleasure and his eyes rolled back into his head as he continued to pump me full of his manly seed, his whole body convulsing and flexing all at once. The sensation felt so good inside me as he continued cumming. I reached down and barely touched my hard dick before it also started erupting, spraying cum all the way up on my chest, some hitting me in the face.

“Fuuuuuckkkkkk!!!!” he groaned, pushing his dick into me one last time once he finally stopped cumming.

Sweat was dripping off his face onto mine as I looked up at him. His eyes opened and he locked eyes with mine, smiling, and leaned down to lick the drops of my cum from the side of my face and then kiss me, my load swirling across both our tongues.

We kissed for what seemed like five minutes until he slowly pulled away, sitting up and putting his hands on my chest.

“Shit. I never want to take my cock out of his ass. I think I pumped a gallon of cum in you. You may just be my favorite fuck yet, mate,” he said.

“Thanks, man. You’re definitely the best one to fuck my ass,” I said, smirking a little.

“I thought you said this was your first time?”

“Yeah, I did!” 

He laughed, playfully slapping me on the cheek. He still felt hard inside me, as he slowly pulled it out.

“Oh fuckkkk,” I moaned as his large head plopped out of my hole. All these sensations were certainly going to take some getting used to.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight nearly crushing me. Our bodies pressed against each other, our sweat and my cum coating our torsos, felt amazing.

“So, sir, did you get what you needed out of your massage?” I said, my face resting against his.

“I certainly did, Jacob. But I do have a little confession,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“I saw you in the lobby working the other night, and I knew then that I wanted to fuck you,” he said.

“Is that right, sir?”

“Yeah, those pants you wear really show off that amazing ass of yours. Your buddy Chip helped arrange this meeting.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to thank him too then. I certainly wasn’t expecting to get railed by you, but I have to say, it was pretty fucking hot, man,” I replied.

“Very hot, indeed, mate,” he said, leaning in for one final kiss. “Alright, we better hit the showers though.”

We got up, my legs a little shaky, and made our way to the locker room, where we took turns soaping each other up, our hands exploring each others’ bodies one final time.

After we dried off, we decided to have one last beer together before he left to head back up to his family, giving me a quick peck on the cheek and a light tap on the ass as he left.

I cleaned up the spa area before turning all the lights and music off and heading back down to the lobby, where Chip was standing behind the reception desk, with a shit eating grin on his face. As I walked, I could still feel the fresh load inside me.

“Sooooo, how was the massage?” he asked in a fake innocent tone.

“Funny, bro. I think you know, since you were the puppet master tonight. Christ, the guy almost split me in two,” I joked.

“I know. I hear he has a massive cock. How was it?”

“It was actually….it was actually pretty fucking hot, to be honest,” I said, replaying the scene back in my mind and recalling how good it felt.

“I knew if I told you he wanted to fuck you, you wouldn’t go for it. I knew you’d at least blow him, but I figured he’d win you over. Well, in the off chance you let him fuck you, he gave this to me to give to you,” he said, handing me a white envelope.

I walked over to the couches and sat down as I opened it. Inside was a white card that just said “I knew you’d be amazing” with an international number written down, and twenty one hundred dollar bills. Holy fucking shit. I’d just had one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life, and I got two grand on top of it.

I sat back in the chair, grinning ear to ear, wondering how my life had taken such a turn.

And then Chip broke my moment of self-reflection as he called over to me to go up and get one of the guest’s dogs to take for a walk. Back to actual work…

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Another night in a grizzly Chicago bar with my back against the wall and checking out the young twinks. As the years go by, the club kids stay the same yet their longing for my thick cock in their mouth escalates. It has become a race between me and buddy Sean about who can bag one of them the quickest, the rule being that the ending time is either the threshold of the bathroom or the threshold of the club exit.

I am currently enjoying my view. Sean pulled his face away from a boy with ginger hair after the face-mauling they were doing and a girl arrived next to them. Presumably, the boy with the fire-red hair had a friend that waved bye to Sean and grabbed her friend by the hand and pulled him away as the boy giggled drunkenly. Sean cocks his head back at a tilt towards me in exasperation. We lock eyes, I give a slight downward nod and a cheeky wink.

I fold my arms below my pecs to help push them up a little and make me look beefier while I am laying my back against the wall. A lanky kid came up to me and introduced himself as Justin and I complimented his short-ish jet-black hair tucked behind his ear. He shoots me a smile and asks if I want to join him for a drink at the bar. I confirm, and in a heartbeat his hand grabbed my bicep and he was pulling me through the disordered dance floor. I go shoulder-first as my body was a bit wider than his and had to push some dudes out of the way. I couldn’t help to brisk my hand across a few smalls of others’ back in a drive-by graze. We find an empty stool and he sits with his legs open beckoning me to come in between them. No hesitation right there.

“So, you from here?” He chuckles as he asks the boring small talk questions.

“No, small town south of here still in Illinois.”

The two drinks he ordered make their way over and he grabs it with the straw between his teeth as he gleams at me. “What’s a country boy following a city boy around?”

“Wanted to see what it’s like inside.” I swig and smile. Whiskey, I am guessing that I am not too hard to read.

“You for sure can, I just want to know how you ended up in this grungy-ass club if you’re so country.”

We talk a bit about where we come from, he is—not surprisingly—from Chicago proper so he’s been coming here since he was 18 the last few years. He just got rid of his fake a few months ago upon turning 21. The discussion continues and I inch myself closer until our jean zippers begin to make contact. I hope he can feel the warmth of my cock brushing against his because I definitely feel the blood rushing to the area in hopes it entices him further.

I notice the positive feedback as he ever so slightly begins to gyrate his hips a bit to add in a bit of friction. I take that as a go ahead and rip the straw from his lips mid-sentence after putting my drink down and take both of my hands to the side of his cheeks. I begin settling my tongue into his mouth. His posture weakens and he leans into it while his tongue responds to mine. We enjoy meandering our tongues around each other’s mouths. I take a few seconds every minute or so for fresh air and to get a taste of his neck. The music is too loud to hear the moaning from him but I can tell they exist due to the vocal cord vibration I can feel on my lips and tongue.

I whisper in his ear following having his ear lobe between my teeth, “Can I see more of you in the bathroom?”

He gently pushes my neck back causing me to inch my head away to meet his eyes and he says, “Hmm, haven’t decided yet.”

This time we go back into the kissing but his hands begin to wander under my shirt and him pressing his dick up against mine strengthens to where our cock heads are millimeters apart—jailed by two layers of denim. God I can’t wait to destroy him. I take my free arm and wrap it behind his waist to push his core body closer to me during the making out and I can tell this sends him a bit over.

He breaks away, again… taunting me, holding his face, and looking at me for a minute before I cannot wait any longer and I ask, “What?”

He nods and says, “Yeah, but I have a better suggestion. I’m a few blocks away and it’d be way cleaner than a musty bathroom. The only condition is that we have to be quick so I can come back and dance.”

Anything it took to be inside this guy. I grin and ask him to show me the way. About out the club door I look back and see a salute from Sean and I point at my watch before being dragged into the street. We fumble a bit along the way and cannot keep our hands off each other trying to get into his front door after a tough three levels of stairs. Everything is dark and unlit so I cannot tell if this is where I will be murdered but then I put all caution to the wind and remind myself I’m 6 inches taller, a decade or so his senior, and 50 lbs heftier. I can take him and it’ll be put to good use soon. He immediately begins stripping my shirt off and then his immediately after. He really means quick. Jean buttons become loosened and he pauses for a minute and asks, “You’re going to fuck me, right?”

I shake my head enthusiastically up and down and reply, “That’s exactly what I came for.”

He lets out a small “Good,” and begins picking away at our clothes. We finally make our way to the bedroom where the curtains are drawn to let the moonlight and city lights seep in so I can get a better look at his delicate body. Everything off but our socks I stumble a bit as I make it on the way to the bed and rip them off. I am kissing his collarbone and his hand is on the back of my head pushing me deeper into his frame. The other hand makes its way to my shoulder blades where I can feel reaction of enjoyment as his nails dig a bit into my skin. He flops his dick up a bit that was caught facing downwards under my body so that both our cocks can rub up against each other in the time I am exploring his chest.

I move up a little and begin stroking while putting my knees under his armpits. He promptly begins licking my head and starts tasting the leftover precum that has been leaking out since the club and that has not already emptied into my underwear. The absolute feeling I can sense of his tongue moving around my dickhead is something I cannot explain. He even begins to widen his mouth to begin taking my cock in. I feel the moans again but this time the vibration is moving through my shaft. I move my hips ever so slightly forwards and backwards to encourage him to engulf more of me. My cock is hitting the back of his throat and still only halfway in. He is going to beg for me to put it in his other hole, I can feel it.

My cock swells to full size as I am ready and I ask him to flip over. I move back and he complies showing me his beckoning pink hole, winking at me and begging for insertion. My tongue makes it to the outer ring and I go feral as I take in the slightly-sweat scent of his taint. I grip either of his cheeks with either of my hands and prepare his hole the best way I know with my tongue. It begins to open up and I can feel my tongue get deeper and deeper inside him and can feel the heat of his walls with my tongue. I demand in a whisper, “Get the lube.” and go back into loosening him up. A bottle quickly makes its way to me and I begin lathering my cock while massaging his hole. I tease him this time like he did with me in the club and just circle his pink ring with my lubed finger. He pushes back into it and I pull away to match.

“Please,” he begs, “I want you inside of me.” I cannot help but blush and grin as I line up my throbbing, yearning meat against his gape. I poke the head at the entrance and I can feel him relaxing to accept me. He starts gripping down my shaft and I can hear him whimper as I go in deeper. Once I am about three-quarters of the way in, I back about a bit to feel that friction wrap around my cock. God, he is so warm he must be just as turned on as I am. I push back inside him waiting for him to resist but he welcomes in all of my girthy cock and I moan out, “You feel so fucking good.”

His hips push back further, alluring me to get as deep as I can and I try until my the base of my shaft can go no deeper. I start working up a rhythm and as he gets used to me inside him I grab the sides of his ass so I can have a firm grip to start pounding. He urges me to go faster and I pick up the pace like an obedient horse. I can feel the underside of my dick graze his prostate and I thus angle my hips a bit up to compensate and make contact with his spot with every power stroke I am giving him. A bead of sweat runs down my face, his small moans almost became hollers, and I am resisting all things inside me to just spew into him.

I pull out gently to not hurt him and I ask him to get on top of my dick while I lie down on my back. He complies and is facing me with his beautiful member right in front of me. He quickly inserts me inside as if I had not even left his hole void and begins to work his thighs to bounce up and down. I am losing it at this point and I am throwing my head back as I use my memory to take my free right hand to grasp for his dick. In perfect harmony as he is springing on my cock I am stroking his so that he gets extra pleasure from our fucking. He continues to work on me and I feel his head swelling immensely and ooze a bit of precum. I gave him this look as if he is ready and he knowingly affirms he is ready.

“Go ahead and bust for me,” I assure him and no more than few seconds later I can see ropes of his cum shoot across my stomach and chest. Some of the spurts even made it to my chin where I take my left hand to scoop up as much as I can to put in my mouth. He tasted just like his taint mixed with an almost-salty aftertaste. I can feel his walls quiver around my dick and that sends me through the roof and I ask if I can cum inside. He approves, practically begging, and I grab the tops of his pelvis to push him deeper into me while I slather my cum inside his walls. I could feel myself pumping so much into him and moved his hips slowly up and down to extract every last drop out of me. He seems to get the memo and squeezes his ring around my shaft to help aid.

I move him off my dick and lead him to turn around to put his hole back into my face. He sits on me and I can feel all the pressure of his body weight on me as I taste the mixture of my dick and the lube. Luckily, the lube we used did not taste too bad and did not cover the scent of him. In unison, I can feel him push the cum, my cum, out of him in waves and I lap it all up while he works on my semi-flaccid dick with his mouth. After a few minutes of after-play, I ask if we can shower.

He hands me a towel and we make our way to the bathroom where I can see my handprints from where I had gripped his cheeks maybe a bit too hard. We lather each other in soap and clean ourselves off from the fluids. we make out a bit more and I ask, “So are you going back alone?”

He questions my question, “Is that an offer to walk back with me?” I shyly crack a smile and tell him that it was a yes.

We get dressed, he locks his front door, and we hold hands a bit as we walk back a few blocks. We still have our wristbands that somehow lasted through the shower so we are able to gain re-entry, luckily. In there, we kiss goodbye and I make my over to the bar to grab a drink and scope out Sean. A whiskey is passed to me from the bartender and I finally find Sean through the chaos of the bodies near the men’s bathroom. He winks as he pulls in a blonde boy, lifts his arm to point at his watch, and smacks the threshold before leading his partner in.

It took more than the week Frazer had suggested following the debacle of John’s attempted pass, before the two spoke again. John hardly dared to breath when after a meeting of housing co-op members, in the converted Methodist Church, Frazer caught up with him.

“You were brilliant Sunshine.”

He called me Sunshine, sighed John to himself. Maybe all will be well between us.

“I don’t know about brilliant”, he replied. “But thanks.”

“How are things then?,” Frazer asked

“Ok..I suppose. Except that I got a bollocking at work.”

As John explained that a few social media images of him dominating and fucking Harmer Wills had been seen by his employers, he almost swooned as he was ushered into Frazer’s home. The sympathetic understanding and slug of wine Frazer gave him warmed every part of John.

“They are going to decide what to do in a few days,” he concluded, accepting another glass of wine.

‘I wish I was good enough to be of service to you; ever and in all ways.’ This, every part of John screamed aloud -Except the one that really mattered,- his voice.

“Are you likely to be sacked,” Frazer asked seeing the pain and worry in front of him.

Frazer stepped forward. Like a scolded cat, John moved backward. Something deep inside told him that he could never serve Frazer: That simply, he would never be good enough.

“I doubt that they will even consider dismissing me. I am very good at my job and they know it,” John stated matter of factly, whilst in his confused and tormented head, all he wanted to do was serve Frazer and did not know how to tell him.

What Frazer said next; what John replied, he did not hear. All he knew was that Frazer was listening to him, grey-blue eyes giving him that trade mark laid back attention which Frazer seemed able to bestow so effortlessly. Frazer’s sweet lips that had made John tingle from the first time they met in the canteen of the Royal Eastamptonshire County Hospital, made him tingle now. A slight dizziness, a tightness in his throat, distracted John’s concentration. He thought he was about to cough, only to hear himself say, “ Fuck me Frazer. Please fuck me.”

He registered the surprise in Frazer’s features and then how they softened into the most beautiful smile John had ever seen.

“Hell, Sunshine, why not. I’d love to” said Frazer gently. The usual, carefully attended stubble adorning John’s face looked particularly inviting for some reason.

“You are so sweet, so beautiful, John.”

John felt the welcoming warmth of Frazer’s breath,- and was betrayed.

“I don’t kiss.” He almost shouted; as surprised as Frazer, by his own words.

At first, Frazer thought he had misheard. “What?” He asked, uncertainly.

“I Don’t kiss,” John repeated again, even more astonished at the second time of saying and hearing the lie.

“But..But, I like you a lot John. I so want us to kiss. I can’t just fuck a guy, without kissing…without some expression of affection. Well I can”, he added, feeling the need to offer a degree of clarification as he gathered his thoughts; “But you are more than a passing hump. We are mates. Good friends I hope. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did at your place, if that’s the problem.”

‘No. No’. That’s not the problem, said the voice in John’s head as it wrestled for command of his mind.

“ Like told you, I don’t kiss. Anyway, I’m not gay,” John heard himself say aloud. “I am definitely NOT a puff like you,” he added, pushing Frazer away.

That did it. The kind, laid back Frazer was gone. Even his sweet lips curled in contempt. John gasped, willing the ground beneath his feet to open and swallow him whole, but it would not.

“Not fucking gay,” Frazer hissed at him in measured fury. “You who asked me to, -what did you call it- ‘hit the roof.’- You who shagged that lawyer in ‘The Queen’s Shilling’ cage and got more ‘likes’ for it on social media than a rent boy on the dilly. Not gay! And you even dare to call me a puff!!  Don’t make me laugh John. Now you can fuck off out of here. At this second John, I cannot say how much I loathe the very sight of you; and believe me, I have not said that about anyone in all my life.”

“Please,” whined John. “You don’t understand.”

“well a big congratulations on that one. At least you have got something right today.”

“I love you Frazer! I want to be your total…”

In his desperation, John managed to retain what shreds of dignity he had and  just stopped himself falling begging to his knees.  Frazer, meanwhile, suddenly gave every appearance of indifference and of being absorbed in the messages on his phone.

“Make me your slave, Frazer.”

The plaintive cry seemed to fill the small living room.

“I have no need of one just now, thanks,” said Frazer casually, anxious to bring the conversation to an end,- despite the hard-on John’s plea was giving him.

“Look,” began Frazer, sounding almost like the kind and friendly man  John thought he knew. “ Since you make such a distinction between how you appear in public and how things might be in private, listen to this: In public I will be as polite and respectful of you as you could wish. You know how much I respect what you do in the housing co-op, so that won’t be difficult anyway. No one will hear,- not from me,- what has happened today. Everything will appear as it was between us before today happened.

“But I never, ever want to see you in private again. If you approach me I will walk away. If you speak to me, I will ignore you. Say so, if you understand.”

“Yes, Frazer,” came the reply, the speaker casting his eyes downwards in a thrill of submission, “I understand.”

“You really should go now.” The words were spoken gently. The touch to John’s hand, the very lightest. The warmth in Frazer’s eyes flickered anew, his lips for a parting moment, sensual in farewell.

In the circumstances of their ending friendship, could John really have expected better he told himself. He made to leave, but fatefully he paused. He could not stop himself.

“Please Frazer; Please Frazer,-Sir; Please fuck me.”

In an instant the humanity of their parting moments was gone forever. The chill that the contempt in Frazer’s eyes sent passing through John’s body, was not a further joy of submission and did not become so until many years hence.

Grabbing John’s arm, Frazer pulled him into the small corridor of his home. He glared at his unwanted visitor.

“That is door,” he said pointing to his left. He physically spun John on his heals. “And there are the stairs. The layout of our homes is exactly the same, so you know where my bedroom is. Go now and be remembered well. Or be fucked first and just remembered. In the limited space available Frazer stood aside, offering what limited extra freedom of movement he could.

“The choice is yours.”

Before making his decision, the Legal Executive in John wanted to make a plea in mitigation. But Frazer, he realized, would not listen. Besides, as he turned wordlessly to the stairs, all the blood in his body was hurtling from John’s brain to his penis.

“Wait” Frazer commanded. “Undress, here, now.”

“Yes Frazer.”

To all his friends who asked, or indeed needed to know, Frazer would honestly say that he was mostly bi-sexual and a bit gay on the side. As much, he now remembered telling John when they first met at ‘The Queen’s Shilling.’ He sort of expected John Poole to swiftly undress and get himself up those stairs pretty quickly. But as he watched John slowly remove each item of clothing like some in-expert stripper, his lust for John was not the uninhibited and always essentially kind and considerate lust Frazer invariably brought to his sexual adventures. Be they with men or women, or couples, even if they had been unsatisfactory encounters, or even downright failures, a thread of kindness and respect was always there, from him.

The naked John now walked slowly up the narrow stairs. He paused, parted his arse cheeks, turned, looked down at Frazer and silently mouthed, “Come and get it then.”

John seemed so utterly fuckable at that moment, very nearly drawing the entranced Frazer as a moth to the flame of his ravish worthy man cunt. Just before he moved to follow John, Frazer managed to recollect himself.

“You go on. I will be with you in just a moment,” responded Frazer, his icy tone only adding to the other’s sense of anticipation.

“Yes Frazer.”

Quickly, Frazer took the paper money he had from his wallet and made a mental note to go to the cash point in the hospital at work, tomorrow. He found a leaf of note paper and wrote.

               You’re just a silly cheap shag!

 

With an elastic band he secured two £10 notes in the folded note paper. At the foot of the stairs lay the pool of John’s clothing. Frazer grabbed the sexy boxers and for a few delightful minutes inhaled the essences of the hotness awaiting upstairs. He found John’s wallet and in it placed the two £10 notes.

There was no denying the figure laying naked on his bed was hot; besides, Frazer had not had better than a wank for days. His eyes feasted on the wanton form.

That form said, “This room is nice.”

Frazer simply laughed in derision as he tore the clothes from his body.  He heard the staring and transfixed John sigh in admiration.

“Not a bad bit of 8 inch tackle for a puff, is it John?”

Before John could reply Frazer was upon him, over him, knelling with John’s head between his strong hairy legs and ramming his manhood down John’s throat.

“If your fucking teeth bite my cock, you’ll be sorry,” growled Frazer, realising very well from his fuckee’s slurping enthusiasm that John was too much of an expert worshipper of  demanding cock to do that.

He could feel John’s hands exploring his arse. The exploration became a daring slap, and another. A finger, then two fingers probed the depth of his hole, almost in rhythm with the way his cock was pounding John’s face: And Jee-sus did it feel good!

The two lost track of time. But at some point, Frazer panting with his exertions and his efforts to hold back from shooting his load, withdrew his manhood from the nerve tingling delights of John’s throat.

“Whew” managed John between gulps of air and the intoxicating smells of Frazer’s aroused masculinity. The digits that had so recently been daringly finger fucking Frazer’s manful arse he know sucked with a genuine show of relish.

He hoped to see a return of friendship and kindness in Frazer’s grey- blue eyes, now looking at him through a dishevelled dark fair fringe with tiny droplets of Frazer sweat falling on to his face. But there was none.

“I want to serve you ever and always,” John whispered, taking up his earlier refrain. “I want to rim you so badly.”

Secretly, Frazer wanted that too. The idea of John eating his arse out in submissive devotion had a definite appeal just now.

“I want! I Want!” repeated Frazer. “Did your mum never teach you that, ‘I want’ never gets? You called me a puff remember? Do you really want that delicate tongue as deep as you can get it into my arse?

John nodded and managed a hopeful grin as well. He was just about to offer the most sincere of apologies for calling Frazer a puff. He was about to say that he did not know what came offer him when he called Frazer a puff.

But Frazer was all over him again. Was there anything more wonderful than being manhandled by Frazer? No John decided, there was not. He was on his back again. Frazer’s hand gripped his throat, making each cock harder than ever. For a blissful moment or two, it seemed that Frazer was about to kiss him. Resolutely, hopefully, he  clung to Frazer Their faces were hardly inches apart and how happy he would have been to be kissed.

Frazer humped and ground the body beneath him, not caring much whose body it was. The friction of his hard, straining cock against another, was all that mattered. John gazed up at him aware that something he had not experienced before might soon happen if their bodies continued to grind. He moaned and whimpered in heated passion beneath Frazer’s grinding power. Closer, closer. At a moment like this, surly Frazer will allow us to kiss?

“I know everything I do turns you on like the straight bitch you foolishly pretend for some reason to be,” panted Frazer. “I resent that fact and every time you remember today. I want you to recall that fact.”

John opened his mouth to protest and as he did so, Frazer spat a  great glob of spit down John’s throat, before biting in prolong anger into to parts of John’s neck.

What began as a scream became even louder noises of shuddering blissful ecstasy, as for a final time Frazer sank his teeth into John’s neck and John shot ropes of cum across their cocks and hips.

‘That’s the first time I’ve ever cum hands free,’ John has about to call out in his happiness. But before he could utter a word, Frazer flipped him over on to his front.

“your straight cum on my cock will do,” he heard Frazer sneer at him.

John knew what was about to happen and even in his exhausted, post climax state, he was quite surprised to feel a series of kisses across his shoulders and down his back to his bottom.

“Thank-you, Frazer,” he sighed.

“Shut your rap!,” was Frazer instant and still angry reply.

“Your arse, is so beautiful and so total fuckworthy,” Frazer continued, in a slightly more gentle voice.

He admired that arse for a little longer, before parting it and sniffed deeply. It sent his head spinning with a need that only taking his former friend with the most minimal consideration possible, would satiate.

“Your cum will be lube enough,” he told John, not hearing or caring what the reply might be.

John writhed in pain, as Frazer’s rampant cock plunged into his hole. Frazer tried not to, but he enjoyed John’s pain as much as he enjoyed plunging into John’s tight arse. As he fucked deep and sometimes withdrew completely before fucking into John’s full depth again, Frazer lamented that if things had turned out differently, he would have hoped that they could have become lovers.

He leaned forward and nibbled John’s earlobe.

John’s  pain at Frazer’s initial penetration of him, began to give way to something more physically and emotionally satisfying.

“ Your arse is lovely. You are a beautiful fuck, Sunshine.”

John almost shed a tear and responded to this renewed endearment with hope and enthusiasm. He began to move so that his arse met Frazer’s thrusts. Each one more urgent than the last. The feel of Frazer’s  natural pubes against his bum, was somehow magical, as Frazer’s thrust became more intense until at last with a long, low moan, he filled John’s arse with hot seed.

Frazer rolled from John’s back panting with satisfaction.

“Thanks for that John,” he said fondly.

All is well again between us thought John, almost bursting with joy. He kissed Frazer’s fringe and moved to his lips.

He almost fell from Frazer’s bed to the floor with the force  suddenly applied against him. The angry, cold, Frazer had not it seemed gone way.   

“I’ve given you what you asked for John. Now sod off. Get out of my house.”

 

                             **********                                        

 

“It is simple really: my colleagues and I feel that you must leave us, John. As I say, the social media pictures of you engaging in public sexual activity, suspended on high in a cage, does nothing but harm to Keyway, Watson and Khan. You know how hard it has been to establish our reputation. We are the kind of solicitors a lot of people in Eastampton need.”

Again, John mumbled some kind of acceptance of what Anaya Khan was saying to him. No rush, no pressure of course; nothing minuted. But he would leave as soon as possible. The clincher came at the end: “We shall of course provide a glowing and richly deserved reference.”

John was not quite as forlorn as he made sure to appear as he worked out his notice. He maintained this outward appearance of regret even after Keyway, Watson and Khan received an actual letter,-not an email it was noted- from Blackstone Chambers. One of the most prestigious  barristers’ chambers beyond London wished to appoint John Poole to the post of Chief Clerk and Practice Manager.

“And you only in your 20’s,” opined Dorothy Liden at John’s leaving do. Being a good hearted soul and gracious loser, Dorothy omitted to mention that she too had applied for the post at Blackstone Chambers.

“I tried to persuade the fossils not to give you the heave ho,” said Lewis Bing in his familiar confidential tones.

“I know sir,” John replied, enjoying the  frisson of deferring to the handsome man, some  well-preserved 20 years his senior. “ I appreciate your kind efforts on my behalf, I really do.”

Lewis Bing, as well as being the son of the long deceased Keyway in the firm’s name, was an adornment, a fixture and fitting, with the leisure and private means to pop into Keyway, Watson and Khan as his agreeable daily schedule permitted. He even did a little Conveyancing and Immigration work, just to keep his skills up to date. Attending functions such as this was in the way of being perquisite of office.

“You certainly know how to work a room,” said Lewis, gently taking John’s arm and leading him into the passageway.

“It’s a public thing sir. I’m good at public facing things, or so people tell me.”

With one hand, Lewis opened an office door, the other he pressed gently on the small of John’s back. An extremely startled Marc Watson looked up to see the two figures.

“What the hell are you doing Lewis?”

“Sorry Marc old thing. I just wanted somewhere quiet, for a moment of private conference with the departing Mr. Poole here.”

“It’s not like you to harass the staff, not like you all Lewis.”

“Well for a start,” replied Lewis with studied calm, “John is no longer an employee; and by harassment I take it you mean sexual harassment. And I am most certainly not doing that.”

The two men just glared at each other, ignoring John, as  an unbidden divide  opened up between them.

‘Hello! Hello, I’m still here,’ John wanted to shout; not that he ever shouted.

But it was Lewis who spoke  next.

“ I Should perhaps leave,” said he, his calm confidential tone restored.

“Then I shall leave too sir, if I may.”

Lewis Bing gently squeezed, John Poole’s hand. ‘If I may’ thought Lewis, savouring John’s words. The brown eyes gazed intently at Lewis for a moment, before lowering, suddenly diffident. Lewis’s cock stirred with desire: Well here I am, thought he, with a good looking young man who is sending out definite signals of some sort. I’d be a fool not to take things as far as they might go.

“It would be as well to take your leave of the party first. After all, this is a party in your honour,” offered Lewis gently. “I will in my car.”

As he turned to leave, it seemed as though Marc Watson might be about to say something to his friend and colleague. But if he were, words failed him.

More than an hour later, John was in the passenger seat of a Mercedes-Benz.

“I wondered if I might invite you to dine at my club”, began Lewis. “I for one admire your work and take a dim view of your being in effect pushed out.”

“Thank-you, Lewis.” John blushed slightly. This was the first time in their 30 month association he had referred to the well-known Solicitor Advocate by his first name.

There was always something appealing about a young man blushing, to Lewis’s mind.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long,” John continued. “But since I will need to be on good terms with Keyway, Watson and Khan, as with all members of The Eastamptonshire Law society, in my new post, I thought it best not to be seen rushing my farewells.”

“Beauty and brains in abundance,” said the older man. “you did exactly the right thing.”

“Thank-you sir,” replied John, diffidently lowering his gaze for a moment.

In the somewhat rarefied comfort of The Easthampton City and County Club, they enjoyed Brown Windsor soup, (“the best you’ll ever taste,” Lewis assured him), followed by oysters and steak and kidney pudding.

Lewis spoke easily, his unfeigned charm not intended for the purposes of commending Lewis Bing to young men; though it sometimes did.

Lewis was a fit and handsome man in his late 40s. When younger, he had gone prematurely grey. That grey had matured 20 and more years on, into a distinguished shade of silver that seemed to enhance the merry green eyes to which John gave what he hoped was not too obvious attention.

For his part, Lewis enjoyed what proved to be John’s gentle humour and a love for  the music of Puccini. As the two men laughed about the current public obsession with a thief  called by the media, the ‘Cat Burglar,’ Lewis allowed himself time to meditate on the physical loveliness of John with his attentive brown eyes, swept back dark brown hair and smiling display of dazzling white teeth that could contribute to the national grid if needs be. And that stubble on his handsome face, never more than 36 hours old, Lewis guessed.

“I hope there might be an opportunity to introduce you to my two sons, I think you would get on well with them,” said Lewis as he signalled for the bill.

Once the waiter was gone, Lewis said in his confidential way. “I will drive you home, John if you wish. But would you think it  presumptuous of me if I were to ask you to my home? I have an exquisite rose garden seen at its best whilst enjoying a summer breakfast.”

“I would love a summer breakfast, with you,” John smiled.

“I am so very glad,” Lewis replied, lifting John’s hand and bringing it briefly to his lips.

To Be Continued.

Having taken up hitchhiking, Eric quickly discovered that fewer clothes not only produced faster results but also fringe benefits. So his t-shirt was in his hand, and his sun-bronzed body was clad only in a provocative pair of white shorts he’d mail-ordered from Parr of Arizona. Form-fitting without being snug, Eric’s lightweight “chop top trunks” clung to him like a loose layer of skin. With neither visible means of support nor apparent method for removal, they seemed to be an integral part of his body. Like the model in the Esquire ad that inspired the purchase, Eric was ten percent soft seductive swimwear and ninety percent hard adolescent hunk. A cool westerly breeze ruffled Eric’s corn-silk-colored hair and cooled his perspiring, muscular back as he held out his thumb at the freeway entrance ramp. He tightened his hard abs to emphasize his athletic physique and draw attention to the trace of blond fuzz growing upwards out of his shorts. His sparkling, blue eyes reinforced the friendly smile on his smooth, innocent face. 

The farm boy driving the old Rambler convertible was hot, no doubt about it. As he reached to open the passenger door, his white muscle shirt displayed biceps that made Eric green with envy and his cock hard. The barbed-wire tattoo around the dark-haired hunk’s right upper arm provided him with a country-tough-guy look that turned Eric on even more. “Where you goin’, kid?” “Portland. Lloyd Center.” “Hop in. I’m Wayne.” Eric climbed in and tossed his shirt into the back seat. Making a token effort to adjust his semi-hard cock so it didn’t show so bad, he smiled at the stud sitting next to him. “Thanks for the ride, Wayne. I’m Eric.” “No problem. Do you live around here, Eric?” “Yeah. Just across the river. How about you?” “Up by Hood River.” 

Wayne paused as he merged with traffic and accelerated to well over the speed limit. “Dressed like that, I figured you’d be headed for the nude beach at Rooster Rock.” “I’ve been there a few times, but not today. The Lloyd Center is having a big five-year anniversary.” “Yeah, I hear it’s the biggest mall in the country.” “That’s what they say. Bigger than the Northgate Mall in Seattle, for sure.” “Ever get any pussy on that nude beach at Cock Rock?” Wayne seemed to have a one-track mind. That he was casting himself as straight wasn’t surprising. The guys who gave Eric rides usually did, and sometimes were, though picking up a kid who deliberately radiated sexuality suggested otherwise. The undisguised lust in Wayne’s eyes as he surveyed Eric’s smooth, tanned body confirmed his interest.

Eric smiled inwardly. Getting fucked was half the fun of hitchhiking, and the farm-boy stud would be an easy score. As a counterpoint to the cocky, macho image Wayne presented, he’d play his diffident, innocent, backwoods-boy role – one he’d found useful in the past. “No, I haven’t. How about you?” Wayne smirked. “Lots of times.” Eric knew it was bullshit. The girls, few as there were, all hung out at the main beach with their parents or boyfriends. The only pussy to be found was boy-pussy further up the beach. Eric played along with Wayne’s fantasy. “I didn’t know there were girls there who’d put out.” He smiled shyly. “Besides, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if they offered it to me.” Wayne laughed as he glanced at the growing tent on the left side of Eric’s shorts. “With a cock like that, you’d be a shoo-in. Why don’t you pull it out and show it to me?”

“I don’t know…” “Come on. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Eric hadn’t heard that line since grade school. With a show of hesitation, he reached for the tabs of the zippers hidden in the side seams of his shorts and partially opened them. Wayne glanced down. “Cool shorts.” He winked conspiratorially. “Easier to get them off for a beach-towel quickie.” That was very true. Eric had taken advantage of the feature more than once, but the quickie hadn’t been in the orifice Wayne was promoting. He smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Wayne reached over and ruffled Eric’s shaggy blond hair. “You gotta get over bein’ bashful, boy. You’ll never get any pussy that way.”

Eric’s pussy-mentor had forgotten his name. Since he was now just “boy”, he gave Wayne his best boyish smile. Wayne continued. “Nice all-over tan. You must not wear those shorts much.” Eric blushed bashfully. “I spend a lot of time skinny dipping.” Wayne smiled. “Nice. Now pull out that boner and show it to me.” With pretended reluctance, Eric pulled out his pole. Wayne inspected it. “Nice. Stroke it a few times.” “But…” “Come on. Be a good sport.” Anxiously watching Wayne, Eric stroked his pole, quickly making it harder and longer. Wayne looked over again. “You’ve got a nice one, boy. You gotta use it for something besides jackin’ off. Leave it out. I like lookin’ at it.” “Are you gonna show me yours now?” “A little later. Can’t do it while I’m drivin’.”

Eric could have solved that problem, but it wasn’t in his script. For the next half-hour, they made small talk about the weather, the waterfalls on the left, the river on the right, and what it might be like to be the captain of the tugboat which was pushing four barges upstream. Eric learned that Wayne was exactly what he seemed to be – a seventeen-year-old, high-school-dropout ranch hand. All the while, Eric absentmindedly stroked his boner for the cowboy’s benefit. As Wayne shifted down to take the Lloyd Center exit, he put his hand on Eric’s knee, and then let it drift upwards to grasp the boy’s throbbing pole. Still doing his shy act, Eric put his hand on Wayne’s wrist as if to pull it away, but then arrested the action and looked out the window as if he’d decided to ignore what the farm boy was doing.

In the park-like area that fronted the mall, a couple of shirtless hunks were playing with a Frisbee. As Eric watched them, Wayne took the conversation in a new direction. “Ever mess around with a guy?” Still watching the hot Frisbee players, Eric replied hesitantly, as if reluctant to reveal such a thing. “Yeah, a little bit… With a friend… Once.” Wayne removed his hand and turned into the mall entrance. Eric actually had no interest in the mall – it was only a starting point to walk downtown. Stroking his pole slowly and seductively, he turned back towards Wayne and made an offer he expected to be refused. “You can let me out here if you want to.”

“I wanna check out the inside parking area. I’ll take you to the elevator.” Wayne circled up the ramp to the unoccupied top level. Parking in the corner furthest from the elevator, he turned off the engine. “Time to pay for the ride.” Eric feigned confusion. “What do you mean?” Wayne stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his cutoffs. Eric salivated. The guy was a hunk with a cock to match. “Lift the lever on the right side of the seat. Five times” Eric fell backwards in stages as the seat folded flat. Wayne laughed at his look of surprise. “I guess that feature of the Rambler is new to you. Take off your shorts.” “Why?” “As if you don’t know.”

“I don’t wanna take ’em off.” “Take ’em off anyway.” “You’re gonna fuck me, aren’t you? I don’t want you to fuck me.” “Tough shit. Take ’em off.” “Are you gonna use a rubber?” “Hell, no.” Eric was having fun. As he slid further onto the backseat, he pulled his shorts out from under himself and laid them beside his shirt. Resting his feet on the edge of his seat, he watched in silence as Wayne lubricated his pole, then reached between the younger boy’s legs to grease the portal to paradise. “Did your friend go all the way?” “What friend?” “The one you messed around with.” “All the way where?” “Don’t play dumb with me, boy.” “I don’t know what you mean?”

“Didn’t he fuck you?” “No, he gave me a blow job.” “You’ve never been fucked?” “No.” Wayne smiled with satisfaction. Setting the lube aside, he dropped the driver’s seat down and carefully positioned himself on top of the younger boy. Moving his feet to the dashboard, Eric continued with his role. “Aren’t you gonna take your shorts off?” “No.” “Why not? You made me take mine off.” “I can fuck you just as well with them on.” “Are you gonna pull out?” “Sure, after I go all the way.” “All the way where?” “Listen, boy. Are you tryin’ to jerk me around?” “Why would I wanna do that?” “Quit stalling, kid.” “I just wanna know… No… Don’t…You can’t… Fuuuuuck!”

With his bare feet pressed against the dashboard, Eric clutched at the edges of the seat and howled with excitement as Wayne slowly slid his shaft seven inches inside. “Noooo… You can’t do this to me!” Wayne looked down at Eric’s stunned expression with an evil smile. He pulled back and slowly thrust in again. “You’re so hot, kid. I can’t wait to cum inside you.” “I don’t want you to cum inside me.” “You got your ride, boy. Now I’m gonna collect the full fare.” Apparently resigned to the experience, Eric idly stroked Wayne’s muscular back. The older boy’s rigid pole felt so good sliding in and out. His own excitement was growing, and he knew he’d get off too, like he always did when a new guy fucked him. Eric smiled to himself.

A half-dozen adolescent drivers now thought they’d taken his virginity. It was more fun for both of them that way.

*****

In the warm, late-morning sun, Eric walked the half-mile down the hill and across the river to the downtown area. Having used his shirt to clean himself up, he’d left it in Wayne’s car. He’d buy one at the thrift store if he needed it. The first adult movie arcade in town had recently opened. He’d heard about it on the radio, mostly because of the protests over its existence. He’d laid as much groundwork as he could. Now he’d see if he could get in. As expected, the arcade was in the seedy part of the downtown area. A shirtless, barefoot teenager was an anomaly that turned the heads of passers-by. Oblivious to the attention he was getting, Eric continued until he was in front of a marquee that both warned and titillated the observer about the delights inside – and specified clearly that one must be eighteen to enter.

Eric opened the opaque glass door and entered, not prepared for what he found. Most of the store was occupied by magazines, the full-color covers of which showed young women displaying their assets as fully as possible while still modestly clothed. Beyond that were more racks with movies for sale, guaranteed to reveal every sexual perversion known to man. Behind the counter was a display of primitive rubber dildos, and in front of them, a bored clerk in his early twenties. The clerk surveyed Eric with a jaundiced eye. “How old are you, boy?” “Eighteen.” “Let’s see some ID.” From the hidden pocket on the front right side of his shorts, Eric pulled out a driver’s license with a photo in which he’d tried to look as mature as possible, and on which he’d rubbed dirt to make it appear it wasn’t only a week old. The document declared that he was a couple of months past his eighteenth birthday. The clerk looked up at him. “Where’s your shirt?” “I lost it.” “And I suppose the dog ate your shoes.”

The clerk stared at him for several seconds. Eric boldly stared right back. A fleeting smile crossed the clerk’s face. “You’ve got more balls than a bowling alley, kid. If you’re eighteen, I’ll eat my hat. But I like kids with balls. What can I do for you?” Eric put away the driver’s license and handed the clerk a five-dollar bill. “I need some quarters.” The clerk counted them out and handed them to him. “The door’s to your left.” “Thanks.” Eric wanted to check out the magazines, but he also wanted to be out of sight of the clerk before the guy changed his mind. He headed for the door to the darkened back room.

At the entrance, a bulletin board revealed what movie was showing in each of the ten booths. All of them were straight. Eric was disappointed, but not surprised. Gay movies weren’t exactly mainstream yet. As he turned to leave, the clerk spoke again. “Try eleven and twelve. At the end of the room. We don’t advertise the gay films.” “Okay, thanks.” As he turned again towards the back room, movement nearby got his attention. Pausing briefly, he saw a boy holding a magazine and evaluating him closely. Apparently it was underage-patron day, because the kid wasn’t more than a year older than Eric.

Eric did a similar evaluation. In keeping with the current fads, the boy wore a spotless white t-shirt, white Converse athletic shoes, and extra-long loose-fitting Levi’s with the cuffs turned up three inches. With curly black hair and dark expressive eyes, the high-school jock was a walking wet dream. Still wishing to be away from the watchful eye of the clerk, Eric turned away from the heavenly hunk and stepped into the arcade room. It was clean, but there was a unique pungent odor that he couldn’t identify. Everything was painted black, and the only illumination was provided by a handful of nightlights and the emergency exit sign over the door in the rear. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Eric took stock of his surroundings.

The room was thirty feet long and twelve feet high. An eight-foot-wide hallway led from the front to the rear. Along each side were six cubicles with seven-foot-high walls. Each cubicle was five feet wide and ten feet deep and contained a single continuous-loop movie projection system housed in a plywood enclosure. The backs of the three-foot-wide enclosures faced the hallway, leaving a two-foot-wide, open walkway around to the private, recessed viewing screen inside the cubicle. The whirring sound of movie projectors indicated three were in use. Eric was happy to find the two at the end vacant. Arbitrarily selecting the one to the right, he walked down the narrow seven-foot-long walkway and turned into the open space in front of the viewing screen. A single nightlight allowed him to observe a box of tissues and a wastebasket, and to find the coin slot in which to drop a quarter.

The silent movie started where the last patron had left it. Projected onto the screen, two naked, agile eighteen-year-olds wrestled on a bed. The wrestling quickly transitioned to kissing and groping. One of the boys reached for a container of lube on the nightstand and greased his hard pole. Then the screwing began. The boys were hunks, and Eric was quickly hard. Unzipping both sides of his shorts, he removed them and hung them over the dividing wall. Dropping a little saliva onto his boner, he began to jack off, synchronizing his strokes with the boy in the movie. He was just getting into his stride when the screen went blank. Oh yeah, more quarters. He inserted the rest. As the movie began again, Eric sensed a presence and turned to look. The boy he’d seen earlier had slipped unnoticed down the walkway, and now stood silently behind him. His shirt was draped over one shoulder, and he was unbuttoning his Levi’s.

Eric watched as he pulled out a magnificent boner and began to stroke it. Eric’s eyes took in the boy’s rock-hard abs, smooth muscular chest, and broad athletic shoulders on their way up to his innocently seductive face. He was the personification of youthful sensuality. Hypnotized by the boy’s faint musky scent, Eric reached out and gently touched his hard abs. “Wanna watch with me?” The boy smiled slightly and nodded his head. Then he hung his shirt next to Eric’s shorts and inserted several quarters into the machine. Eric moved to one side so his companion could see better. His eyes returned to the movie, and his hand to his pole, but his mind was on the boy behind him, who had not yet uttered a sound. After a few moments, the boy’s hands reached around to roam over Eric’s chest and abs, and then moved back to caress his ass cheeks. Eric gasped and his knees buckled as a middle finger found his pucker, still sensitive from the stimulation it had received only an hour earlier.

Placing his other hand flat on Eric’s abs, the boy gently teased the portal open and slid his finger inside. Eric squirmed in ecstasy as the boy expertly massaged his prostate before twisting the finger in as far as it would go. Removing his finger, the boy slid his rigid pole along Eric’s ass crack, and then down between his legs. With a sudden rush of excitement, Eric realized it was lubricated. He also realized it was covered with a condom. Turning around, he looked into the boy’s eyes, which quickly showed disappointment. Having become used to the silent communication, Eric smiled and reached for the boy’s hard cock. Gently removing the condom, he tossed it into the trash can. Looking up, he was rewarded with a broad grin as the older boy pulled a tube of K-Y out of his pocket and lubricated his bare boner.

Turning back to face the movie screen, Eric spread his feet apart and braced himself against the projector enclosure. His companion positioned the tip of his pole and gently pressed forward. Eric groaned with excitement as the steel-hard shaft gained entry and slowly buried itself inside him. His hands now on Eric’s shoulders, the boy began a slow thrusting motion. He adjusted his position slightly to increase his depth of penetration. The boy might only be a year older, but he knew how to fuck standing up. Eric moaned softly as his sexual excitement grew. Part of his attention was still on the movie, where the top was screwing his buddy doggie style. The buddy clearly enjoyed it. Eric was enjoying the hard cock inside him too. Now the boy’s hands grasped Eric’s hips as he drove in harder and faster. Eric’s arousal intensified, and precum dripped continuously from his hard cock as his companion approached his climax.

The end came suddenly for both of them. The boy gasped with excitement as he drove his pole in deep and held his position. As his body pumped spunk into Eric, the younger boy blew his load against the projector enclosure. The boy pulled out slowly, buttoned his Levi’s, and retrieved his shirt. Pausing briefly, his eyes met Eric’s. He smiled softly, and then he was gone. Eric stretched, and then made use of the box of tissues and waste basket before reaching for his shorts. The movie was still playing. No longer interested, he returned to the front room. The clerk looked up from the dime store novel he was reading.

“Did you have a good time with my kid brother?” It took a few seconds. A smile slowly spread across Eric’s face. “Yeah, I had a really good time.” The clerk chuckled. “So did he.” A light was dawning. “Is that why you let me in?” The clerk put down his book. “Yeah, he hangs around when I’m working. Sometimes, I let a kid like you in for him to have sex with.” He handed Eric’s five-dollar bill back. “It’s on the house today.” Eric smiled. “Thanks.” He thought for a few moments. “Your brother was awfully quiet.”

The clerk was silent for a while. “Barry has aphasia as a result of a head injury. He can’t communicate verbally, so he has difficulty developing relationships. But otherwise he’s a very normal teenager – a very normal gay teenager, that is. He enjoys sports, but mostly individual sports that don’t require much communication, like wrestling and cross-country for example.” Eric thought for a while. “He might not be able to talk, but we had no trouble communicating.” “That’s what he said too. He communicates with me using sign language.”

Eric looked down at the floor and then back at the clerk. “I wish I lived around here and went to school with him. I think we could be friends.” The clerk smiled. “So does he.” Eric looked at the shirts on the wall and returned the five dollars. “I’ll need a shirt to ride home on the Greyhound.” He pointed. “I’d like one of those, size medium.” The clerk handed him a white t-shirt that announced in bold black letters: I GOT LAID at the EROS ARCADE Then he reached under the counter. “Here’s a magazine I think you’ll like, compliments of our distributor.” The magazine was in a plain brown wrapper. Eric pulled it out and looked at the cover, then the centerfold. The two guys screwing were nowhere near eighteen. He grinned up at the clerk. “Thanks, buddy. This has been an awesome day.” 

In This Story

• Breeding
• Hitchhiking
• Twink

I rolled on my back to rest a little longer and thirty seconds later I heard the door slam as Tyler left.

“Damn, that ass of yours looks good when you cum.  Is that how you keep it so firm” Wolf asked from a short distance away.  I could see a devilish grin on his face too.  “So, how was he?” he then asked.

“Really good.  I think he knows that he can satisfy his urges with casual sex and not jeopardize his relationship now.  Hopefully his boyfriend is taking advantage of it too.  A bunch of sweaty firemen fucking each other would be hot to watch” I replied.

“Mmm, horny firemen.  I like that idea” he said.  I noticed that he was getting closer with each word I said.  In hindsight, I should have watched him closer rather than looking up at the ceiling as I finished my sentence.

His boots, jeans and jock were gone when he climbed up on the platform.  I was nervous and yet captivated seeing him approach. 

“You know, I think Tyler is probably versatile.  He’s got a great cock that I bet some of the bottom guys would love to take care of” I told Wolf with a grin.

“Hmm, that’s good do know.  He stated up front that he was faithful to his boyfriend, but with your help today, he might be willing to play a little.  We just can’t put too much pressure on him” Wolf replied.

“At least until his boyfriend comes back from work” I said.  

Wolf worked his way closer, not to my body but to my head.  I quickly realized what he wanted, at least at first.  The shaft seemed to get longer and harder the closer he came.  It might have been an illusion but I didn’t think so.  The ring on the end was much larger than Dan’s in both thickness and diameter.  The style was different too.  Wolf’s was a horseshoe shaped one with large balls on each end and Dan’s was a full circle with a smaller ball trapped in the middle. 

By the time he got close, I had turned on to my side with my eye glancing up to his and then back to the cock in front of me.   He gently rubbed the tip over my lips, almost teasing them to open.  It seemed the right thing to do since keeping them closed was delaying the inevitable.  My lips parted and my tongue came out, flicking first over the ring and then around the head.  He didn’t force anything, he just let me work at my own pace.

My tongue licked over the whole shaft and when I got underneath it I took a few passes over his hairy balls.  The concentrated scent a guy gives off down there can be intoxicating and I was breathing in his musk as much as tasting the sweat.  Working my way back to the tip, he could tell my nervousness and said calmly “Just watch your teeth… Nothing to be afraid of.”

Afraid was actually a good word.  It had taken me several attempts before I was able to take Dan’s cock down into my throat with his much smaller ring and I wasn’t sure I was ready to jump to something much larger.  Wolf was much gentler than I expected.  He let me work at my own pace, taking him deeper until I felt the piercing hit my throat.  I let my tongue dance around the shaft, trying to relax enough to let it in.  Using a few tricks that Dan and Alex taught me, I took a deep breath and pushed in, willing myself not to gag.

I had deep throated a few guys, some of them with longer cocks than Wolf’s but all were thinner and none had a hunk of steel at the end of their dicks.  Two times I tried and failed on his, gagging and almost spitting his cock out of my mouth.  The third time was when I succeeded.  I don’t know whether I was trying to prove to him that I could do it or to myself.  He didn’t force it and I just let it go in slowly until my nose was in his pubic hair.

After a few seconds my throat gave a couple squeezes making Wolf moan.  His body seemed to tremble too.  When I pulled back he put his hand on the back of my head, giving me the sign to go back down.  After a few shallow bobs, I took all of his shaft back in, massaged his cock with my throat a moment and then resumed the shorter movements.  This continued for several more rounds before he pulled back, letting the glans and ring slip past my lips.  Looking up I saw a huge grin on his face.

The pause didn’t last long before he moved around behind me, giving my hips a tug up and getting me on all fours.  “Ah… that’s a sweet looking ass, Tom.   Y’all ready for this?”  he asked.

“No, I’m not.  It’s been years since I had anyone fuck me” were the thoughts running through my head.  Instead, the words that came out of my mouth were a trembling “I dunno…  please go easy… it’s been a long time.”

Wolf chuckled before replying “Ah… that talented mouth and dick have been having all the fun, huh?   Yeah, I’ll start gentle.”   The next several minutes were spent with a strong tongue and fingers opening my ring up.  One thing that surprised me was how good it felt to have his bearded face between my ass as his tongue worked it’s magic.  I enjoyed rimming a bottom before I fucked him, but I had never been on the receiving end before.  A few quick thoughts of whether my scruffy or shaved face felt good to those bottoms or if my tongue felt as good as Wolf’s did were quickly replaced when he dug his tongue in deeper.

He slowly migrated from tongue action to fingers which meant that it wouldn’t be long before my ass was going to feel what my throat did earlier.  My ass felt slick with his spit and when I heard him spit a few more times on my hole I knew that time was almost there.   Seconds later, I felt the piercing and head at my entrance followed by a bit of drool running down from just above my hole into the crater.   “Relax… you can do it” he said softly.  After a big breath, I willed my body to do just that.

The pressure was more than I remembered, but the years had made it a faded memory.  I’d never felt a pierced cock go in me either, so that was also a new sensation.  He was a lot thicker than the other two guys that had fucked me years before.  With his cock partially inside me, he paused a few moments to let me get used to it.  When he began a rocking motion a few seconds later, it felt good.  It was a lot better than I remembered it, but then my previous bottoming attempts were with guys just as clueless as I was as far as sex was concerned.

Wolf had a gentle, yet firm, touch.  The strokes got longer until I was taking most of his cock with each one.  Occasionally he’d stop and I’d feel a little spit drip down before he’d begin again.   It was about five minutes until he gave a hard thrust to plunge all of his shaft in me.  We were totally connected, his hips on my ass and his cock deep inside me.  It reminded me of how I usually fucked a new guy and I was preparing myself for the harder thrusts that were about to come.

They did and Wolf was surprisingly aggressive.  Once he’d opened me up, he want a more energetic fuck.  It wasn’t rough, but I could feel the nearly full length strokes.  My body acclimated to the cock inside me with plenty of spit and precum helping it plow inside.  I relaxed once I knew I could take it and slowly fucked myself back into each of his forward thrusts.  

When his hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, I knew he was going to go harder.  He did, but it was only a little harder, at least to begin with.  I don’t think I noticed that he kept drilling me with a little more intensity every minute or so but then I heard the slap of our bodies as they slammed together.  Any doubts that I had that I could take Wolf’s dick had vanished by then.   

He had opened me slowly and while my nearly virgin hole was tight, he knew how to make it only slightly painful in the beginning and pleasurable from then on.  With the long strokes he was making I began to rock back into each thrust.  It was somewhat involuntary, just like when I’d clamp down on his shaft every few thrusts.  I had a new appreciation for what the guys I fucked went through.  This was a much better experience than the last time I bottomed.  Still, I preferred to top and it would take the right guy and situation to get me to bottom again.

Wolf’s pace started to speed up.  I only realized when the slaps as his hips bounced off my ass got louder and I felt his sweat drip on to me.  Some of the thrusts pushed his cock against my prostate sending jolts through my body.  Soon, I heard a few grunts from him that were soon joined by my own.  When I’d gotten used to the the drilling he suddenly pulled completely out.  The pause without a cock in me was surprisingly long, but I heard him growl a second before he shoved back in to the base.  It knocked the air out of me and I think I whimpered a little since I heard a soft “sorry” come from him.

The strokes after that were short and slower as he fought off the impending orgasm.   It was for naught, since less than a minute later I felt him plant his cock in.  I could feel him quiver.  My ring clamped down on his shaft, letting me feel each pulse from his cock.  Seconds later, an arm wrapped around my body a moment before I felt his chest on my back.  Wolf’s hips rolled a couple times working the last couple ropes of cum from his balls.  My dick was still hard and I looked down to see a puddle of my own cum on the vinyl covered platform.

I hadn’t remembered shooting my load, I was just concentrating on Wolf’s orgasm and how good it felt to get him off.  That was a new feeling too.  When I topped I always loved to feel a bottom cum while I was inside him but I never thought it could be an involuntary thing and that an orgasm would never be the thing at the forefront of my consciousness.  

We stood there with me still on all fours holding us up with Wolf’s cock deep inside me slowly softening.  His head was nestled next to mine with his beard against my face and shoulder.  Both of us were breathing heavy but slowly it returned to normal.  Neither of us moved and I hoped Wolf enjoyed feeling my body next to his as much as I did.

“Thanks for indulging me.  That was even better than I imagined” Wolf said.  As usual, there was a few second pause before he continued.  “This stays just between us… It’s nice having another top guy around and I don’t want anyone to get any ideas.  I learned the hard way that once word gets out you find some people change their impression of you.”  I nodded as he crawled off of me.   

I didn’t move for several seconds, reveling with the strange feeling of a sore, very wet hole with cum dripping off my balls.  Eventually, I reached for my trunks and jeans.  He got dressed too, well jeans and boots since our shirts were probably still too wet to put on and were at least fifty feet away. “That doesn’t mean that we can’t do this again.  Maybe flip, even.  But it’s gotta be in private.  Just let me know” he said. 

Graduation caps fly in the air and Josh wraps his arm around me from the side and squeezed. “I’m gonna miss you, buddy!” He exclaims and turns his emerald eyes towards me. I get lost for a moment and I beam back at him.

“I will miss you, too.” Now, we have been friends since the third grade when his mom divorced his dad and moved down here to Florida after being born and raised in Pennsylvania. He had made up his mind in 6th grade that he was meant to be back in Pennsylvania so he applied to, and was gratefully accepted into Penn State undergraduate program. Me, I just want to stay in this podunk town outside of Orlando because it’s my home, and I can take over my dad’s auto business. So we knew after this and week of graduation, he will be gone and moved back in with his dad for Fall semester preparation.

The ground is becoming littered with brochures, programs, and some caps. We nimbly walk our way across towards our parents. His dad did make it, much to the chagrin of his mom, but none-the-bothered by his step-dad. They were standing together waiting for our return from the graduate seating area and were ready to go eat some food. We wine and dine at the local Macaroni Grill and of course witness the fight at the end about which adult wants to pay the most. The step-dad quietly excused himself to the bathroom prior to dinner and sneakily handed the waitress the credit card before drinks were disbursed. He was reveling in all the bickering with a shit-eating grin as he knew he would be the one to pay. It was a cute argument among the adults, and of course saddens the both of us when we realize it could very well be the last.

We were invited over to Jenny’s for a party and obviously we have to make plans to go. We do what we always do and I meet him dressed and ready to go at his house while he is still half-dressed and indecisive about what to wear to impress his long-time crush, Abigail. We discuss what has not worked so we could possibly find a solution as this may be the last time. He ends up falling back on his usual geometric-printed button-up and jeans with white sneakers and we head out the door kissing his mom goodbye and warning us to not call if we get jailed.

Jenny’s house is just in the neighborhood over so the walk is not too bad and luckily May in Florida has a bearable temperature at twilight—it is the mosquitos that you get annoyed by.

“You gonna come visit, Kevin?” He asks.

“Of course, Josh, why wouldn’t I? It’s not like I have four years of school to worry about. After I get certified I’m done with this shit forever.”

He laughs, “Yeah, maybe I should just stay here and live life chill.”

“Why don’t you?” I ask with a glimmer of hope.

“My dad wants me to get into finance, get in with all the big wigs he talks to every day to ‘carry on the line.’ Blah blah blah.” I laugh a bit but also give a worried look and I am sure Josh caught that because he begins again, “Look, it’s four years. Then I can be back in Orlando downtown. So I won’t be far from all our friends here, and you, and I can still keep the corporate job my dad wants. Think of it as a compromise.”

I nod in agreement, still a bit worried if this is what he wants to do.

He feels it and continues, “Besides, what would I even begin to talk about with geriatric bankers?” I push him and we laugh about the situation.

We get to the house finally and the party is going on at an about 11 out of 10. Jenny drunkenly greets us in a tube top, or what I believe was a greeting, and points us to the kitchen to grab some drinks. I have always had an iffy stomach so I ask the person who has the fridge open to give me the lightest beer he knows. He hands me a green can with the label of something with “Rock” and I pop it open with a hiss.

I see Josh already over across the dining room trying to woo Abigail so I leave him be and go to explore the house. I find a staircase and a few people hanging out or making out on the railing that overlooks the living room to get a birds-eye view. I scoot past the menagerie and make my way to the second floor landing. I peek at groups chilling in multiple bedrooms up here and a small line out the bathroom. I am enticed by the one room that has a bit of smoke oozing out of the doorframe so I make my way on over.

A duo of onlookers pass a joint between the two of them as they watched the action in the circle at the center of the room on the floor. Spin the bottle. Lo and behold, Jenny was there, I assume to get some drunk kissing in as the host of the party—or maybe she’s trying to be a good host. I ask to join as I have never played before and the eight of them accommodatingly scooted over to absorb the ninth person, me.

They tell me since I was the new initiate, I must spin first. I nervously agree and move towards the middle where the empty bottle of Mexican coke sat and I give it a good spin. It lands on this hipster girl that I had in English class in Junior year but I still forget her name. The small crowd holler as she made her way quickly over to me and lands a kiss right on my lips and held it there for a long moment. She tasted like patchouli and clove. Dazed a bit, I watch her move back to where she sat and reach forward to the bottle.

Boys kiss girls, girls kiss girls, and boys kiss boys as the game progresses. I land on hipster girl again, who I find out her name is actually Leslie, and by the time it is my third turn I spin the bottle and it lands on the token gay kid of our high school: Juan. This time, to not seem so uncool and reluctant, I made my way towards him to his surprise. I am on my knees and hands across the bottle and I lift my right hand to caress his face and pull him closer for a kiss. I have always wanted to try kissing a guy but the only guy I would ever ask would be Josh but I was always too afraid. This was the perfect opportunity and I felt something boiling inside me that I have never felt before. I think Juan felt it, too. Not only did the kiss last much longer than everyone else’s turn, but I, to my surprise, reciprocate to his gentle lip biting.

I pull back and smile at him and I hear the girl who sat next to me say aloud, “Wow!” I giggle at her and pat her on the knee of her crisscrossed leg. The rest of the game, I keep catching Juan eyeing me but of course the bottle never lands on us again. I play a turn once more and then make my way down the stairs to grab another green can of beer. I met up with Josh who was leaning against the wall a bit sullen. I asked him how it went with Abigail and he vents a few minutes about how he just wants to be noticed and that he has never felt an attraction to someone like that before and how life was unfair and he would be such a good partner for her and, and, and… I intently listen, he huffs, and then asks how my night is going so far.

“I kissed Juan.” I matter-of-factly say.

He laughs, “No way, how was it?”

“Everyone was right, he does have an amazing lipcare routine.” We both laugh. “But nah, it was chill. I may go back and bring him back into the closet, he kept eyeing me during spin the bottle.”

“Dude, no way? I did not know you were into guys.” His question was more inquisitive than interrogative.

“Eh, it’s my last time to have fun, why not? Besides, how would I know if I don’t try, right?”

“Yeah, I guess, man. Whatever you want to do.” I question in my head if it was okay with him but he gives me a quick handshake, looks across the room, grabs my hand and says, “Let’s play foosball.”

He is dragging me through the crowd to where there is an opening of foosball fans watching the game and he yells, “Dibs on winner, is anyone next?” A few bystanders shake their head no and we wait for our turn next. Well, none other than Juan is playing with that hipster girl Leslie on a team against two other colleagues I vaguely recognize. It becomes our turn with the Juan/Leslie winning duo team that they have self-named The Obliterators. I beam a huge teethy smile to Juan and he returns a quick quip of a “No hard feelings.” under his breath towards me.

Before I am left to interpret the message a whirr of flying, rotating players on a stick trying to hit a ball begins to register with my eyes. Josh wanted the defensive/goalie side so I am trying to pull out a full-on offensive and pray that I somehow have the reaction speed to hit the ball somewhere towards the other side. Juan and Leslie work in unison switching across the handles from where they are at any point in time. It seems they do not stay in certain positions but prefer to dance with each other and telepathically decide who goes where. They naturally destroy us, obliterated as per their team name, and Josh and I look at each other and giggle about our quick, but relatively painless, demise. Juan screams across the table, “Losers have to kiss!”

The chanting around the circle envelopes us with an iteration of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Josh looks at me, smirks and shrugs, then takes both of his hands to grip my cheeks and lands one right on my lips. That feeling boiling inside me with Juan? Yeah, it came up again this time except it reached from my chest from my stomach and made my heart beat a bit faster. This was absolutely way better than Juan. Our faces break away from each other and I turn to The Obliterators to see a happy Leslie with one hand over her mouth and a happy Juan with his head tilted a bit back and a satisfied look on his face.

Josh and I break away from the crowd and we head to the kitchen where we chill at the small breakfast nook table with a few drinks and just kick it back talking about memories. We talk about everything we have been through since our childhood, watch the debauchery that goes on around the liquor sources, and after an hour or so we were feeling no pain. We somehow end up back on that kiss and he asked who was better.

I drunkenly slip out, “Juan’s was good but I liked kissing you better.” I immediately regret being so forward and stammer a bit to try to soften the self-deluded conversation weight, “I mean—I… Well Juan’s was nice but, I—Well, you know, I know you more, and—“

“Dude, chill.” He waves a hand to stop me and then places it on my thigh. “It was fun for me, too, we can always try some more.” Nervousness came through his voice this time around and he continues, “You know, if you want and all. Just as friends.”

I look into his eyes to discern his intent and seriousness but I do not find any facial reasoning for his decision to waver. “I think it’d be fun and I am tipsy enough now to try. That is, if you are.”

“Yeah, let’s find a spot. Have you been upstairs?” I nod and grab his hand and in a slurry of spilled beer cans we were moving our way up those steps, across the second floor landing, and find our way into a small linen closet. He asks, “This private enough?” and his elbow makes its way into my rib.

I grunt, “This is… fine.” Before the final consonant left my lips, I had hands caressing my back in an embrace as he moved closer. My eyes were still adjusting to the dark (although I cannot imagine I would be able to see anything even if I were a cat) and I can feel his beer-soaked breath breeze across my face. I can sense him right in front of me, a bit hesitant, and I affirm him, “Kiss me, Josh.” A few moments lapse of a shared tenseness and I find our lips finally make contact. He kisses me in a reserved manner and I lean into him to let him physically know that I want more, more, more of this. The panting begins as we figure out what each other like, when and where, and when to find the quick second to grab some air. His hands are still on my back and they are moving around and petting me.

Every once in a while his hand slips behind me and under my underwear pretty smoothly to grab straight for my ass cheek. He only keeps his hand there for a few seconds, I assume as a tease. After a few of these routines, I imply that I want his hand to stay there by taking one of my mine and land it on his on the next attempt he tries. He reacts with a moan and squeezes my a bit harder. By this time our pelvises and hips feel a part of each other and I can feel our dicks rubbing up against each other. I take my hand that I use to guide his ass-grabbing-hand and try to slip it under the front of his underwear. I struggle a bit to find my way as his jeans are a perfect fit so not much else can get in between them. He helps by unbuttoning them with his free hand and I greedily make my way in.

I do not know what exactly I am looking for but I blindly go in to just try to fondle something of him. I meander my hand between his crotch and his thigh and then from the side begin to cup his balls. The sensory overload seems a bit too much for him as he buckles a bit at my touch and takes a bite at my bottom lip. I rub my hands slowly back and forth, waving my fingers under his sack, and enjoying this whole new sensation as something I now realize I have wanted to touch for a while. After a few minutes of this heavy petting, Josh returns the favor by unbuttoning my jeans but this time he brings the bands of my pants and my underwear down my thigh a few inches. He fumbles with his hand a bit to try to find my cock and balls and when he finally lands on them he pulls them forward up and out of the cloth that binds them.

I am fully erect and he begins to feel around for my shaft. When he finds the base he wraps his fingers around and whispers, “Dang, your cock is on fire!”

I whisper out a laugh and I ask, “What?”

He says, “It’s so warm, it’s such a weird feeling I guess all the blood.”

I say, “Okay,” and laugh as I did not know what else to say. Our faces meet again for a heavier make out and much more tongue as he began to stroke my dick in between us. A few heavy moments pass and I admit, “I am about to cum, hold off a bit,” and move his hand off my dick.

He replies, “No worries,” and I can feel him move his arm a bit on himself, I assume stroking it. I focus on trying to find his dick again and this time, use my hand as a locator as I get on my knees and try to give him a blowjob.

Josh gives out a slight, “What?” in confusion but I think he put the puzzle together quite quickly. I still cannot see anything so I am going by my touch senses and stick out my tongue to try to find the tip of his cock. Through a few seconds of wandering in empty space, my tongue finally lands on his tip and I taste a bit of what he tastes like. It feels a bit wet already which I guess means he was precumming a bit and affirms me that he was enjoying it. He places his hand on my head and gives me permission, “Go ahead, Kevin, please.”

I take that as an open door to open my mouth and try to fit as much as I can of him in me. I do not make it far before I feel a slight gag come on, so I make my way back out while keeping my mouth warmly on his dick. I start bobbing my head from what I have seen in those porn videos, but there is no way I can go as fast as they can. I twirl my tongue around to try to get as much spit I can on his shaft and head. His grip in my hair gets tighter. He begins to thrust his hips into me forcing him a bit deeper down my throat and I try my best to take it all in. Concurrently, he says a bit louder than our usual moaned breaths, “I cannot take anymore I am about to nut.” I pull off a bit as I am scared what would happen if he busted into my mouth and I feel him turn to the side to spill on whatever was over in that general direction—hopefully a wall. Who knows.

He seems to guzzle a few more pumps out and breathes a deep breath out to where I know he is finished. I make my way back up and begin kissing him again. I can sense his exasperation of glee since he lazily kisses me back. He does not offer to reciprocate which I am fine with so I can sense the blood leaving my privates as I begin to go limp. Anything to keep kissing him.

After a bit more of kissing, we lie together vertically against the wall with my head on his shoulder and his hand running through my hair.

“I think I am going to miss you a ton,” Josh says to me.

I retort, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” We peel off each other and enjoy the rest of the party.

These next four years are going to be so hard.

The mornin breeze was hittin us as we stood there, stunnd again for da umpteenth time this morning.  My head was spinnin in 30 different directions.  This nicca escapes better than Houdini an shyt, I thought.  Joop was standin over dat other cop dat was still unconscious on the floor, lookin out da open kitchen doorway wit this look on his face- he was so madd he couldn’t even speak.

An who could blame him, I thought.

Da same nicca that we called our boy not only disrespected Joop by comin afgter me, not only did he slip me dat date-rape drug an… not only did he try to kill us both, but THIS nicca was the one dat got Joop sent upstate for a robbery charge for a year.  All to try to keep me from Joop.  I alwayz wondered why Joop, Teflon Don Juan of our hood who NEVER got caught at movin in silence an violence, got caught dat night for a simple robbery- cause he had dune worse shyt than that an got away wit it.  We jus thought he was in da wrong place at da wrong time- but it wuz mo than that.  He got set up and sent up.  And he was cool dat Rah-Rah was hurr to watch my back while he was upstate- which is why I hung out wit him so hard.  We NEVER saw this one comin.

Joop lookd down at da sleepin cop, an then lifted his boot an kickd dat po-po rite in da back.  “WAKE DA FUK UP!!” Joop hollered as my Dad an Joop’s parents came burstin into the kitchen.

 

“What the- WHERE’S ROBBIE!?!?” My Dad yelled out.

The cop groaned an began to move.  Joop growled an lifted his boot again to kick him, but I reached over an yanked him away from da cop.  “Yo CHILL- beatin his azz aint gonna change nuthin,” I said to Joop, but I knew dat he jus needed to hit sumthin then- da po-po dat let Rah-Rah escape was just as good as anything else.

“Answer me- where is Robbie?” Dad asked again, coming over to help his partna up off the floor.  I jus happened to catch a look at Joop pops- he aint like dat my Dad helpd that other cop off the floor, I knew it- but he changed his face when he saw me lookin.

“I don’t fukkin believe this,” Ms. Regine said, going over to the kitchen counter in the corner.  “Keystone cop muthafukas- let dat boy run off all over da got-damn city,” an she started lookin in the cabinets.

“Did you see which way he went, boys?”  Mr. Joe was askin us, ignorin Ms. Regine.

“Ask yo dumb ass partna,” Joop said, lookin over at the guy- an then he saw what I saw in da two of them, standin together.  “Yo Officer Dan- this aint the TREY you was tellin me about, is it?”  Joop said, his eyes wide, a frown on his face.

“My name is Trey,” Dad’s partna replied, massaging the back of his neck.  “I don’t get it, why does my back hurt?  Did I hit it when I fell?” He groaned.

Suddenly a loud gasp came from the corner.  We all turned around to Ms. Regine, who was suddenly starin at Trey like she saw a ghost.  “I aint realize it, I was so upset over eerything else, oh SHIT!!!”  And she pointed at Officer Trey.  “I know who you are!!”

Everyone turned to look at Officer Trey.  He looked back at Ms. Regine, frownin.  “What’s going on,” he asked, still rubbin his back where Joop had kicked him back to consciousness.

“You don’t remember ME, do you?”  Ms. Regine said, shock all over her face.  “Years ago… you found me at my mama’s old apartment, an you tol me that you had been followin a paper trail- you were adopted and you were tryin to find your birth family- don’t you remember me?”

Dad lookd at Officer Trey.  “You DID tell me you were adopted, Trey- the first night I met you.”

 

Officer Trey looked at Dad, and then at Ms. Regine.  He looked like he was rememberin… “Regine- you used to wear a fro and a lot of African beads..?”

“Yeah honey, dats me,” Ms. Regine said proudly.  “But after we talked you left an I never saw you again.”

“What does ALL THIS have to do with catching the criminal that set up my SON?” Mr. Joe yelled at them.  “Can’t this wait?”

“Naw, Joey, this can’t wait- yall gotta know rite now,” she said, facin Mr. Joe seriously.  “I forgot all about it, you an I had already split up an I aint know I was pregnant yet wit Malik.  He came to my door an tol me- yo name aint no Trey, by the way- what’s it short for again..?”

“Well, it’s short for Atreyu,” Officer Trey said, and Mr, Joe pulled up and stared at him the same way ms. Regine had- like he seen a ghost.

“Jeanie- why did he come to see you,” Mr. Joe said, this scurrd look on his face.

“He said he wuz trackin down a lead on his birth family- he’d heard his father had made his mother give him up cause she was a servant in his house, an he aint want no one to know he had crept out on his wife,” Ms. Regine said, rememberin.

“It’s true,” Officer Trey said.  “I remember telling you that when I was a kid I was told that my father named me and then told my moms to get rid of me… when I got older I went looking for them but couldn’t find anything out on my own… which was part of the reason that I became a cop, you can get info the normal person couldn’t.  But all I could ever find out about the family was that there was a half-brother out there- that listed your address on his earlier college records.  But… when I tracked you down, you told me that he was dead.”

“Well, that wasn’t actually the entire truth,” Ms. Regine murmured, a nervous look on her face.  She turned to face Mr. Joe.  “I mean, you had jus broke up wit me, an I was havin hormones cause I was pregnant and aint know it,” she was tryin to explain.  Mr. Joe looked like his face was gettin pale.  “I was mad and to me you WAS dead, so when Atreyu hurr came to see me I jus tol him how I felt…”

“Well, you did seem irritated, now I recall- WAITAMINNIT… what are you SAYING,” Officer Trey said, starting to choke.

“The name of that birth family,” Mr. Joe asked slowly, “what was it..?”

 

“Well, it was Hill,” Officer Trey said… “but come on, boss man.  I’d stopped wondering everytime I came across a black family with that name if I was one of them… especially after I was told that the family died out.”

“My father told me when I was a little boy, he’d always wanted to have a son and call him Atreyu,” Mr. Joe said, a shocked look on his own face.  “But I never told anyone that story- NEVER.  There’s no way you could have known about that name unless-”

“Unless your father named me himself,” Officer Trey said, his eyes growing dark.  “I mean… OUR… father…” he added.

My Dad jus slumpd down to the floor, stunnd.  I lookd at Joop, who was starin at this guy, who could possibly be his uncle.  “But- you and Officer Dan…”

Joop’s pops turned around quick when he said dat.  “You know about it, do you, son,” he asked, a bitterness in his voice.

“I kinda stumbld across it,” Joop said; “but I aint seen u since I found out, so I couldn’t talk to u bout it.  I figured dat should cum from yo boy anyway,” he pointed out.

It took three seconds for this to sink in, an everyone startd yellin at once- at each other.

I shook my head.  This shyt wuz jus too much.  From what I guessed, my pops and Officer trey were gettin down wit da get-down, an now Dad jus found out he been fukkin brothers.  I went outside to clear my head from all the got-damn drama.  I sat down on da outside steps in front of the kitchen, my back to da door- an put my head in my hands.  First Rah-Rah escapes an now this… my pops always be gettin in these got-damn love triangles, I was thinkin.

I could hear all the yellin thru da doorway get louder… I stood up, lifted my head to take a look at what was goin on- an felt a cold piece of steel at my throat.

I stiffned, felt someone pressed up against my back while da knife pressed hard against my Adam’s apple, hard enuff to draw a lil blood- an I smelled a familiar old sweat-scent comin from behind me that could only mean one thing.  The hairs on da back of my neck stuck up in horror.

“Come wit me nicca- if you wanna live ta see tomorrow,” Rah-Rah growled in my ear.

 

***

“I don’t believe you, Boochie,” I shouted at her across the series of yells that filled the room.  “To LIE about something like THIS, to make another human being think the last link to his blood family was DEAD because YOU felt rejected?!?!?”

Tears of fright were in her eyes as the three older men in the room advanced upon her, all of us shouting at her.  I had no pity for her now, she practically insured that I would wind up having sex with not only her son, but her son’s father (another one of her secrets), and HIS brother… then with a grimace I remembered that I’d had sex with HER, as well… dear Jesus, I’ve fucked the WHOLE family… “HOW COULD YOU?” I spat at her.

“You don’t get it, Danny,” she said frantically, holding up her hands as if to ward us off.  “Joe and I had just had a big fight and he just up an left… I was SO DAMN madd at him dat when Atreyu came to find him I jus said da nigga was DEAD…”

“THAT WASN’T YOUR RIGHT!” I shouted, the anger building up inside of me- anger for Joe, who had a brother he never knew about, anger for Trey who I was beginning to fall in love with, for his lonely life in the foster care system, angry for Malik, who needed positive men in his family when he was growing up… so much might have been different had Boochie only been honest..!  “Boochie, having a fight and breaking up does not preclude you having no HEART-”

“THE FIGHT WAS ABOUT YOU!!!” she hurled back at me then.

Trey stopped short, and the room got silent.  “The hits just keep on coming,” he said.

“ABOUT ME..?  WHAT DOES THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”  I said, incredulous.

“We were fighting because Joe said he didn’t want a ghost in our bed, and he kept saying that there was another man on my mind when I was with him.  I tried to convince him dat was bullshyt- but he was right.  He caught me playin with myself wit a vibrator, callin out yo name when I would cum,” she admitted, her face downcast.

 

“Oh shit, I remember that,” Joe said. “You were calling out ‘Danny, Danny, I love only YOU baby,’ and moaning and cumming all over the bathroom floor- harder than you had EVER been when I fucked you.  I packed my shit and left that same day; I wasn’t sharin my bed wit no other kat, even if it was all in her mind.  So AGAIN, that was you, huh..?”  Joe smiled ruefully at me.

I didn’t think I could take much more shocks.  I tried to clear my head as I turned back to Boochie- I was on sensory overload.  “So Joe leaves because you couldn’t stop thinking about ME, even though I was marrying Claire,” I said, “and since you felt rejected TWICE, you decided to take it out on this innocent man here,” I indicated towards Trey.

Boochie swallowed.  “I know I wuz wrong…”

“WRONG? yelled Trey, who towered over her, his face a study in bitter anger.  “YOU TRIFLING BITCH, you lied and tol me that my brother was DEAD!  I stopped looking for any one of them because of YOU, lived all these years all alone- I oughta…” and he raised his backhand to her.  She screamed.

“Trey, hold on,” Joe said then.  He stepped forward.  “She DOES deserve to get bitch-slapped down Main Street for the whole neighborhood to see, but we can’t- at least, you have to wait your turn.”

His eyes grew menacingly dark as he turned back to the cringing mass of female flesh.  “That’s the second time you kept a family member of mine away from me, Regine,” Joe said with a growl.  “I’ve been alone too, growing up without a brother, and also having major regrets about all the years that I didn’t get to spend with my son when he was little, all because of YOU!!” he roared at her, so suddenly she tripped and fell to the floor, her head banging against the wall.  She reached up to rub her head, moaning.

“You deserve worse pain than THAT,” Joe said to her as she began to sob.  “MUCH worse.”

“Boy, why you lettin all these men gang up on me,” the teary-eyed Boochie suddenly yelled out.   “Where are you, come defend yo mama..!”

In the midst of my righteous indignation I absently looked around.  Malik was staring around the room, then looking out of the window.  “Hey, yall see where Mar went?” he asked.

“I don’t know, maybe he went outside to get away from all the yelling,” I said.  Lamar! I yelled to the backyard.  Boochie, Trey and Joe stopped moving.

 

The only sound we heard in the still early morning silence was a car door slamming.  This wouldn’t have normally made an impression were it not for the screaming peal of a car just outside our line of sight.  It pulled away with the sound burning rubber makes, as if in a great hurry.

Malik turned back to me, his eyes wide with trepidation.  “Officer Dan- you don’t think-”

“Oh, my god,” Trey said then, “I left the keys outside in the car..!”

We all looked at each other, then as one we dashed out the back door and around the side of the house to the front yard.

The Lexus was gone.  In the street were fresh skid-marks, heading off in the direction of Robbie’s house.  Joe, Trey, Boochie and I simply stared at one another, fresh horror etched in our collective minds- Robbie hadn’t left after all but doubled back- and in the confusion kidnapped Lamar.  My son.

Just then another screech filled the morning air.  Suddenly Joe leapt at me and pushed me out of the way as the Excursion pealed off, Malik at the wheel.  I landed with an OMMPH! on the grass.  Before any of us could regain speech he had whipped around the corner and was gone.

I stood up and brushed myself off, slightly shaken.  “Thanks,” I said to Joe, who looked as shook up as I did at the fact his son almost ran me down with an SUV.

“Don’t mention it,” he wheezed.  “Goddamn it,” Joe said, “we can’t catch em, all the cars are gone..!”

“Not all of em,” Boochie said, striding to her Oldsmobile.  “Get in if’n yall wanna catch up ta our kids,” she said, jumping into the front seat and revving her engine, which sprang to life at its mistress’s touch.

“I’ll follow in my car,” Trey said, running down the street to where he’d parked it.  “I have a radio- I’ll call it in, get some uniforms to pursue.”

Joe headed for Boochie’s car, and I started to follow- then thought better of it, turning around to run after Trey.  Before the final showdown with Robbie, I had to clear something up with Trey that was nagging at the back of my mind ever since we discovered that Robbie had escaped, and I saw this as possibly the last chance I could get him alone.

***

 

 

Trey saw me following him and smiled as we jumped into his car and sped off after the Oldsmobile, which was going faster than I gave that car credit.  Trey kept up as it whipped around corners, he sending instructions out to any uniform cars that might be in the area.  He replaced the CB in its holster and looked over at me.  “We’ll find him,” Trey said, placing one hand on my knee in encouragement.  “Robbie wont hurt Lamar.”

“How do you know that,” I asked, glad of the opportunity to talk, it kept me from reverting to father-mode and starting to worry.  “You don’t know Robbie.. or DO you..?”

Trey’s half-smile, which he always gave me in every situation, froze on his face- for just a split second, I knew he had hoped I didn’t notice- but it was all the confirmation I needed. 

“I noticed when we were at Robbie’s house you didn’t come over to speak to his mother,” I said.

Trey suddenly coughed.

“Bingo,” I said.

“I don’t-don’t know what you mean,” Trey stammered.

“You DO get what I mean,” I said.  Trey kept his eyes on the road, both hands on the steering wheel.

“Robbie shouldn’t have been able to get out of those handcuffs.  And for a 6’4 cop, you certainly got bopped on the back of the head pretty hard by a handcuffed 5’10 guy,” I said pointedly.

Trey kept concentrating on the road, not saying anything.

“We were trained in the Academy on how to properly restrain a perp,” I reminded him.  “WolfRam & Hart hired you- they only take the best.  That means that you are fully trained and are very good at your job.  For a kid like that to take you out, either you were having the worst day, or…”

“Or… I let him get away,” Trey mumbled.

“To kidnap my son,” I said with dark resolve.

“He wont hurt him,” Trey began in defense.  “I have to believe that.”

“You mean, after you found out that he date-raped my son, you STILL believe that he wont try to finish attracking him..?”  I looked at Trey, my feelings all twisted inside.  “Trey, I admit that I AM  falling for you- I might even be falling in love with you…”

Trey lit up like a Christmas tree when I said that.

I went on, “however, as a father and a lawyer I can’t allow you to defend Robbie to me when he is guilty… as a lawyer you know Robbie is guilty,” I said with a sigh, “even if he IS your son.”

Trey kept driving, his eyes dark.  “He doesn’t know,” Trey said.  “I never told him.”

I knew then that I had reached my shock quota- for the rest of the year.  Next year, even.  “This is incredible,” I said, wiping my hand across my face.  “You just can’t make this stuff up..!”

“He was named for me, if nothing else,” Trey added then- “Robert Atreyu, with his mother’s last name of Howard.  Get it- R.A.H.- Rah-Rah… I nicknamed him, too,” he sniffed grimly.  “That was the last thing I ever got to do for my son.”

Pity filled my heart then for Trey.  “Does he not know you at all?” I asked.

“It was his mother’s idea,” Trey answered.  “She didn’t want me in his life, a beat cop who could get killed and break his heart.  She wanted me to give up the badge for her and our son.  I couldn’t do that- you KNOW why I became I cop… to find my family.”

“So in order to find a family you never knew, you gave up the family you COULD have had..?” I said, stymied.  “Trey, baby- did that make SENSE to you..?”

“At the time, it did,” he said, a tear trickling down his face.  “I wanted so bad to introduce my son to his grandfather and his uncle, I thought that a few years without him was worth the price I paid.  Rena forced me to sign away my rights as a parent; that’s why I doubled as a lawyer- to be able to discover any and all legal ways to get custody of Robbie when the time was right.”

“And when you were told that your family was dead, why didn’t you go back for your son then?”  I asked, my heart breaking for him.

“I didn’t want to rock the boat,” he replied.  “I know it sounds like a cop-out, but he was getting older, and his mother seemed like she was handling everything fine.  She promised that if I left things as they were I would get pictures and updates on his progress every so often.  If I didn’t do it then she would go to court and file a restraining order, since technically I had no legal claim to him.  I figured that getting updates was better than nothing.  The time flew by, and before I knew it he was grown and in no need of a father anymore- I waited too late to say anything, so I just left things as they were.”

“You know he has a son, your grandson, right..?”  I said.

“I know, I’ve seen pictures- a bright, beautiful boy,” Trey said with some pride.  “I know I may never hold him, but I at least know my legacy will live on.  And now he has a real family I can give Robbie- an uncle, a cousin…”

“Well, I know one thing,” I said then, “I don’t think Malik will care that Robbie is actually his cousin.  I think he’ll still want his cousin dead for raping his lover,” I murmured.

“Well, maybe we can work all this out,” Trey said with some hope.  “This could work out; we are, after all, FAMILY…”

“This is, of course, after you can get past the fact that you’ve been fucking your brother’s lover- right..?”  I added ruefully.  “Or maybe Joe can get past it- once he realizes that I’ve fucked every member of his family and throws up everything he’s eaten for the past month,” I added with a trace of sarcasm.

“Well, you’ve probably fucked both Regine and Joe- plus myself, but you didn’t have sex with Malik-” then he caught the cat-that-got-into-the-cream look on my face.  He blanched.  “Danny- you DIDN’T let my NEPHEW fuck you too..?”

“It’s a long story,” I mumbled.  “Look, that isn’t the point,” I went on, trying to change the subject.  “If you and I get together, can you deal with having to face your long-lost brother and taking his lover away from him all in the same breath..?”

“If that’s what it boils down to, then so be it,” Trey said.  “You may think that you’re falling for me, but I’ve fallen- hook like and sinker- for you, partna,” he said, looking at me sideways with his heart in his eyes.  “Whatever happens with our kids, I love you, baby…” and a tear slid down his cheek.

Against my resolve a powerful rush of emotion swept through me, and I realized that in the midst of all this chaos, I’d finally felt it- what my son and Malik have been feeling for one another all this time.  I realized that I was powerfully, wonderfully, wildly in love with Trey.  He was everything I’d ever wanted in a lover- and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

 

“I love you too, Trey,” I said aloud, feeling hope grow to the size of a football stadium in my chest- hope that I could have that happiness, finally..! with the man of my dreams.  I reached out and grasped his hand.

He gripped mine back, handsome as he was, the biggest smile on his face, his sexy light brown eyes filling my head with a buzz.  It seemed to me like he’d never allowed himself to be that happy before, and now he was letting it rush, full steam ahead.  My heart began to beat wildly and I almost lost my breath.

Outside the sun had fully risen, and we were in a mad dash to find our children- but inside the car, there was a moment of pure joy- a happiness, the happiness of true love- that wrapped us both up in its grip.  Looking back in that one shining moment, I believed everything was possible- even our two families joining together in harmony, as one giant ball of fluffy, eternal happiness.

How wrong I was to be.

We originally agreed to meet at his place; a small appliance shop that he owned. The idea was that I would be ‘kept’ in his office toward the back past the warehouse area, while he managed his shop during the day.  The meet would take place during the afternoon when business would be slow. The routine was that during the day I would be in his back office while he would step out into the rear office and we’d fuck for awhile before he returned back to work, leaving me bound and gagged until he came back and did more. No one would know or hear as we fucked around; bound and gagged as his prisoner as he took his time leaving me to enjoy while his customers came in, having no idea of this routine taking place. This had been going on for a couple of weeks; it was hot and mutually pleasurable with me bound and gagged and him coming back and doing me as the customers would look at appliances while having no idea this was going on.

This time, I arrived at his shop, and he looked up and nodded, pointing toward the back door where I walked over into the warehouse area toward the back where his office was.  I entered the door and before me was his large desk, couple of cloth clothesline lengths, a couple of hankerchiefs and a roll of duct tape. The office had a file cabinet by the doorway, and a couch along the wall. The office windows were covered with blinds so you couldn’t see inside from the warehouse floor (which rarely used, save for occasional storage), while the skylight shined in some sunlight on this cloudy day. I stripped down to my jock strap, leaving my socks and shoes on along with my belt around my waist (as he liked it), and waited for several minutes before he came in.

 The usual routine: we said nothing as I turned around as he got behind me, and in few minutes my hands were bound behind my back to my belt, leaving me no way to get my hands around to the front of me.  My mouth was gagged firmly with a hankerchief stuffed in my mouth and covered with duct tape as my arms were secured tightly with the clothesline that he had laying on the desk.  I rubbed my hands on his pants and felt his hard-on as he gagged me.  My hands were firmly secured with no give in them as I tried moving around (he knew what he was doing: my bindings left no chance to wriggle out or pull apart) while my mouth was completely covered in several layers of duct tape. The handkerchief prevented little noise save for my occasionally trying to say something. Only a ‘mmmph!’ or a moan would come out; nobody outside the office could hear me. He was turned on by my moaning, struggling and trying to call out. 

Once my hands were bound and my mouth gagged, he then started to carefully and deliberately wrap the clothesline around my upper arms: he clearly took his time in making sure that I couldn’t get out or call out. I would move about as he bound me; playing along, he’d let me move around while holding me, pulling me back to him every so often.  

It was hot role play warm-up: I’d struggled and try calling out while he would pull me about reminding me who was in control.

Usually, at this point he would drop his pants and begin the action, either  begin by bending me over the desk and fucking me while bending over or wrestling me on the couch laying me on my back as he would lift my legs and fuck me. As part of my reward, later he would either jerk me off /  ‘milk me’ or, if he was interested give me a blow job either with me laying down on the  couch with my legs wide open or standing up and leaning against the desk. Me being bound and gagged I couldn’t get away while there was hardly any sound visitors would hear. There would be a small bell that would signal him having to go back out. Whenever the bell went off he would quickly bind my legs together and leave me to try to get untied. Other times he’d bind me to a chair with my legs tied wide open, leaving me there to answer a customer call while I sat there, helpless until his return. It turned him on to come back into the office to see me struggling to get untied, walk in and grab my cock and force me into position for another round. Often it wouldn’t take long for him to cum,  only to leave me there helpless until it was my turn; the waiting creating anticipation. Either way, if the bell rang, he would quickly bind me and leave me there, briefly stroking me and leaving me helpless with a hard on, waiting for his return.

Edging and cock teasing over and over with hot sex in between. We’d do this for several hours, sometimes more if business was quiet. 

This time, it was while he was finishing wrapping the clothesline that secured my upper arms that we heard a door opening in the rear of the warehouse and then three knocks on the warehouse office door – two close, and one separate – that the owner said “come in.”

Walking in was a rather tall and well-defined man, wearing only a t-shirt and work pants.  The manager was an older man while this one was clearly younger; a street guy. Closing the door behind him, he looked me up and down as I stood there, bound and gagged. The owner said casually to me, “this is Ray, my friend.” It was obvious that they already had a relationship. I stood there, bound and gagged, wearing only my jock strap.

Then he added, “hope you don’t mind, but he’s joining in.”

I stopped for a moment and then I struggled to get untied and tried to say something, but I couldn’t: only a “MPPH!”came out.  This wasn’t part of our arrangement; it was only supposed to be one on one. I briefly struggled, but the manager pulled on the clothesline toward him, slightly bending me backwards and kept me in place as Ray, while taking off his shirt casually while standing in front of me said as I desperately struggled, “looks like he doesn’t want to do this.”

“He’s in no position to argue,” the owner said.

“Mmmm, yes!”

 I moved about desperately, pulling and twisting my hand bindings, moving my upper torso and calling out for help, but all the while he easily held me in place with the rope around my arms.

“MMMMPH!  MMMPH!”

“Not much you can do about it now! But now that Ray’s here it’s gonna be even more fun!” said the owner.

I could plainly see Ray’s cock pushing through in his pants, rising and pushing up, the bulge growing in size as he stared at me; he was definitely interested. “Ray’s been ‘incommunicado’ you can say.  Did some time – what was it for – ?”

“B& E; burglary.”

“Yeah, burglary.  Ray likes to ‘get into things’, you know what I mean.  And it’s been some time so he needs a little catching up to do, so I figured him being out he could use a little relief with someone.”

I called out – “MMMMPH!  MMMPHH!” while bouncing back and forth. I watched helplessly as Ray took off his shirt, revealing a man who clearly spent time working out in the prison yard – and when dropping his pants, revealed something big that he clearly had me in mind for – something that was pushing out of his underwear.. I spread my legs wider apart to an attempt get some leverage, when Ray approached me, saying quietly, “nice to meet you” – as if to shake my hand but instead reached over and fondled my jock strap for a long minute,  then squeezing my balls, leaning into my face, whispering, “I kept busy inside, too, but not quite like this.”  

Ray was slightly taller than me, clearly built and a wide chest, light darker skin and a bald, shaved head wearing a goatee. 

“MMMMPH!  MMMMPH!” (“Help! No!”)

Me, I’m average height with light blond hair, white skin, average built with nice legs and a moderate to slim body. 

“Shh! Take it easy! Nobody can hear you and there’s not a lot you can do now anyhow”, the manager said, steadily holding me in place.

I have about a 7 inch cock; Ray’s was clearly bigger – and now he was holding my balls while I could do little about it. 

“Hmmm. I’m gonna have fun with you.”

I moaned and twisted my body around, trying to loosen my bindings. No go.  I found myself sweating more as I struggled.  Ray then says casually, “not a whole lot you can do right now, so you might as well calm down.” Squeezing his hands over and around my cock and balls, moving his hand all around my cock and balls firmly held inside my jock strap, now ever more tight; I found myself getting very hard. In spite of the situation, I found myself getting turned on to a well-built guy who was associated with some danger: fresh out of prison, turned on my me all bound and gagged I was mutually turned on – and it showed.

Still, I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Mm; nice,” he murmured cupping my balls. I tried moving side to side, pulling against my bindings, occasionally trying to call out for help, but the owner kept me in place, calmly and casually forcing me to face Ray as Ray continued to run his hands over me. “Hm. Getting some pre-cum, I see.”

He was right; my jock strap was getting wet. But I was about to get fucked by a total stranger who also happened to be rather muscular and intense: he wanted me. I was torn between the fear and knowledge of being fucked by a total stranger – especially one who just got out of prison – but also at the same time, I was getting hard.  I moaned and struggled, but watched helplessly as my cock took a life of it’s own, getting hard – fast.  Ray kept fondling my balls, whispering quietly to me, “your ass is mine; you can’t stop me.”

Ray then took the roll of duct tape and, pushing my ankles together proceeded to bind my feet together, laving me in a precarious situation of falling over, as the manager kept me in place, but only just. I tried to struggle, but the rope and the duct tape around my ankles had no give, even as I tried wriggling my feet together and pulled on my hand and arm bindings. I squirmed about madly, twisting any thing and every part of my body. I tried saying something, calling out for help,  but the duct tape was firm and the cloth stuffed in my mouth kept my sounds to a low minimum. There was no way anyone could hear outside the office.

My hands tied behind my back to my belt, my arms held tightly by clothesline and now my feet taped together. My gag wouldn’t allow me to make much noise as Ray then casually reached around my ass and pulled down my jock strap, but leaving my cock inside – leaving my hard on to point directly in front of me, forcing my cock to rub even harder against my now tightened jock strap.  My hard on pushing hard against the strap, I found myself moving and getting rock hard as the rubbing excited me even more – and Ray holding his hand in place while I moved in and out of his grip only made it hotter.

The manager then stepped away, leaving me to stand on my bound ankles. I still tried moving around and pulling on my bindings; no luck. I was bound and gagged good, while I found myself moving around, enjoying the rubbing of my cock to my jock strap. I was being betrayed by my own desire.

Ray said quietly while looking intently at me, “I see a rape scene coming on.”  
I kept trying to say “no!” but it wouldn’t come out; the only sound of a muffled shout.
I could see the more I struggled, the harder he got, his cock now reaching above the elastic waist band and reaching to his belly; he was huge. Still, I tried; twisting my hands behind my back, trying to push on my arm binding, trying to twist my ankles around to get out – no good.

The owner then said “Ray here will be watching over you as I work.  Things picked up more than I expected today, but don’t worry: Ray will keep you,…occupied. I’ll lock the door on the way out – and by the way-” pointing to a small camera in the ceiling with a smile, while also pointing at another on the other sid of the office at waist level: “I’ll be watching you both on both of these.  That one – ” pointing at the camera on the other side of the office – “..is the the right level so I can get a close up of you getting fucked, so I’ll be able to watch you – ” pointing at me – “either get fucked or you -” pointing at Ray – “…watch your cock go in or you make him cum. Either way, this oughta be good!” Turning to Ray, “take your time; I want a good one.” Ray smiled, saying “thanks; I appreciate this.”

“It’s the least I could do. I owe you a favor. This should be a nice one!” The owner then smiled, saying as he walked out: “I’ll be checking in every so often. I’m filming this so this is gonna be hot!”

’‘What’s the title for this one?’‘ Ray asked. 

“Back Office Bondage.”

“Sounds good.”

“And you’ll get your usual percentage. Plus a nice fuck – as long as you want. Make it last. Enjoy it.”

“Oh, I think we will,” Ray said, turning to me with an intense look.The owner stepped out, quietly closing the door, making sure to lock it. 

That was it: it was a set up.  Bound and gagged, being fucked by a total stranger while being filmed for a home video. As the owner left, Ray turned to me, saying nothing as he moved in very close to me, face to face, his breath on my face, rubbing his cock against me, slowly moving his hands up from my cock and waist, running his hands over my chest and then slowly, gradually pinching my nipples, pinching hard for long moments. I finally let out – or tried to – say ‘stop!’ but it only came out as yet another gagged moan. He pinched more, the feeling intensifying as I struggled and moved around, unable to get him to stop. “Nobody can hear, you’re nice and tied up and gagged, we’re in a nice, little private area and you’re on camera. There’s nothing you can do – but, “ as he rubbed and played with my cock and balls “- have some fun together.” Ray then stopped and stepped back.  

I stood there helplessly and watched Ray pulled down his underwear, standing before me with a rock hard cock; long and thick, I could see his heartbeat pumping hard and fast while his cock throbbed.  I figured it was at least 11 inches! Carefully and casually, he rubbed his fingers over my jock strap, circling the very tip of my penis, which was stretching my jock strap to the extreme.  I found that the more I moved, the more it rubbed against my cock.  Watching me move, he knew that my pleasure was increasing – despite my finding myself in a tough situation. 

This was not the plan; it was supposed to be only me and the owner: no-one else.  Just a casual fun time, but now – this. Bound and gagged, held prisoner by a total stranger just out who clearly knew his stuff and was horny and wanted me for himself – being filmed while getting thoroughly fucked. I could imagine people coming into the shop – only a few feet away – who would have no idea of any of this going on: a bondage rape scene taking place only 20 or 30 feet away while being filmed. I tried calling out again, but it barely came out as a whimper.  

“Hard as you are, you want this. I’m given this – ” he said as he pushed forward his large, hard cock ”…to you!”

He reached down, no longer just rubbing my ultra sensitive cock tip, but rubbed along my foreskin.  I found myself moving involuntarily to his finger: totally captive not only in the physical sense, but now with my body under his control. I was moving in time to his rubbing, up and down, sideways, and then going in a circle, his leaving his finger in place while I was moving on my own around his still finger.

He stopped and reached down, slowly cupping my balls, and then squeezing them. I gave out a sharp “MMPH!” and then he stopped, still holding my balls.

My jock strap was soaking wet with pre-cum.

We stopped and look at each other for a moment, the only sound our breathing; my breath coming out as I panted. I was getting excited. 

“Work with me, and you’ll have some fun. You understand?”

I could only nod.

I kept on trying, pulling on the duct tape and gag with a quiet desperation, but there was no give. I was tightly bound, firmly gagged with my cock in a total strangers hand just out, about to fuck me with his huge, 11 inches. I nodded in agreement. I was in no position to argue. Ray smiled, seeing me trying to get loose; “keep doing that – trying to escape; I like it. I think it’s really, really hot.” I watched as he reached down, pulled out a tube of K-y, and slowly rubbed his cock, up and down, all around, watching me as I watched him. I shook my head side to side, tried calling out more and pulled ever more desperately on my bindings, but it was no good.

“So, yeah: he’s filming us. Looking for a job, and this came along.  Like’s to make up some films. Usually he keeps them to himself but sometimes he’ll sell them to some friends of his.” Reaching over to my cock and balls, he pulled down my jock strap to my ankles and then stoked my cock, while looking over to the camera, saying “Look: it’s better this way; nothing fake. The real thing,” saying this as he continued stroking my cock. “I can be good; you like this.” I said nothing as I found my body moving in time to his stroking my cock. I had no control. “You turn me on; nice and hot. I always wanted to try this out: get somebody nice and tied and fuck their brains out; it’s better if you like it, though. But with your hard on, I think you do.”  I looked at the camera thinking what to do? Bound – hands behind my back, arms tied firmly and feet tied together while my gag would allow only a small sound – not that it matter: I was in an office warehouse, sound proofed and isolated.  I gave a loud moan, a weak  hope that maybe somebody could hear,….

Moving down he stopped stroking and kneeled before me, saying “don’t worry; you’ll get something out of this. This is gonna be fun for us; I’m not into the pain shit – “ and then reaching down, put his mouth on my cock and proceeded to slowly move up and down, circling around, licking my balls and placing them in his mouth for a few movements, letting my testicles roll around his teeth. I froze and dared not move.  Stopping for a moment, he looked up and said casually, “now you’re nice and hard.  Let’s  see how long it takes before you drop a load” – and then proceeded to return back: circling around, playing with my cock tip, holding my balls while he worked me. I found myself moving in rhthym, but also constrained for fear of falling over. I moaned and tried calling out, but it was no use: he wouldn’t stop and nobody heard.

Here we were: two guys in the back office – one tightly bound and gagged with another – well built, hot and strong – kneeling down and giving me a slow, hot blow job.  All the time being monitored by the owner as he, between views, went about his business selling home appliances. Nobody had any notion of what was going on in the back rooms, save for the three of us. I could only imagine the customers going about, buying their appliances, completely unaware that not more than 30 feet away there was an unwilling participant – bound and gagged seemingly being raped – being held captive by the owner who watched us via a remote camera, and my captor who focused solely on me. I pulled on my bindings: my hands and arms were not able to move; the rope having no give while my feet taped together forced me to try to remain standing upright. Unable to escape or be heard, I could only extend my pelvis out to my captor as he grabbed my ass pulled me toward his mouth, who also held on to my balls with his right hand, and hold my ass in his left hand while giving me a serious blow job.

The only sound was his slurping and my breathing; occasionally you could hear the stretching sound that the dust tape made and the belt made, along with my moaning.  Damn! The bindings were too good while my gag just wasn’t getting easier.

I soon lost myself, moving in time with his mouth. I moved my hips around in wide circles, doing a routine where I was twist and turn, push my pelvis out in time to his mouth and then repeat, over and over.  I listened to him moan and he held my balls and cock firmly, not letting me go. I moved faster, my pelvis trusts more stronger as I gave it him, harder and harder. I felt myself starting to give way, a low gradual warmth by my waist. It,… was…,  good! I twisted and struggled, and moaned loudly as the feeling spread deeper through me, growing with intensity.

So,… good!  

“mmmph!  mmmmh! mmmmh!”

I was a prisoner of his mouth. I forgot about my situation. Any minute now, I was going to surrender and let it all out, pushing my pelvis as far as I could go toward him, my waist moving more wildly, and back bending, my moaning building up, loudly and longer ….. when he stopped.  I shook my head and looked at him and watched as he stood up, his cock dripping with pre-cum.He was truly hard, and big. I could see his heartbeat beat faster as I saw his cock pulsate. I looked up – and saw him smile with an intense look.

Any second now.

Looking at me, he suddenly moved to me, ripped off my duct tape gag and took the handkerchief stuffed in my mouth and then planted a long and lingering kiss, moving around thoroughly as we both moaned – and then, just as quickly stuffed my mouth again while ripping off and firmly wrapping another fresh round of duct tape, slowly and deliberately rubbing it on my face as if to make sure it could never get off.  “Yes -“ he said with a quiet intensity, rubbing the tape really well on my face: “call out all you want.” Stepping back and admiring his work, he looked down at his hard cock, then looking up whispered with small smile and an intense whisper, “time to do something with it.” 

The moment of truth arrived.

Desperately I cried out, struggled against my bindings more than I had ever before: that’s a lot of cock. I moved about desperately, trying – anything! – to get the duct tape and gag off, but he merely turned me around as I struggled and bent me over the desk, saying in a harsh whisper “nobody can hear; you’re mine!” I kept calling out, trying to get help, trying to escape, but it was hopeless. Grabbing my  hip, he pulled my ass closer to him, to his solid cock. Ray then leaned in, pushing me to the desk, bent me over and  locking me in place.  He pocked his cock around my ass, rubbing between my cheeks and then, rubbing around my hole –  and then grunting as he pushed in, my struggling stopped.  I gave a sudden groan and yell, but it was useless.

“MMMMMPH!  MMMMMMPH!”

Bending me down he grabbed my bound hands behind my back: ‘keep struggling; it’s hot!’ and then pushed in harder and deeper.  The rhythm become constant, going in deep, back and forth, holding my wrists and he fucked, just like a machine: constant, regular and not stopping. A solid steel piston showing no weakness. It had been a while, and he was going to make up for it. His legs spread and pushing against my thighs; my hands bound tightly behind my back to my belt while my arms wrapped in clothesline and my feet taped together while bent over with my ass high I was kept in place by his rock hardness and his arms, forcing me on the desk and keeping me in place with his balls banging against my ass as he worked it. We grunted in time together, as he pushed in, moving with a surety of someone who knows what they want – and knows that I could do nothing about it. I then moved about, twisting my body around to see if I can get anything loose – but Ray then wrapped his arms around my torso, placing his mouth to my ears, “Stay right there.”

I tried pulling on my bindings, but Ray held them in place.  Feeling my motions, he said as he fucked on, ‘no you’re not! Not until I’m done!’ and continued pushing in, ever more harder and faster.  I moaned and try crying out, but it didn’t matter.  Then Ray pushed faster, moaning, whispering in a harsh voice: ‘Your ass so sweet! Nice and tight!’ ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep trying to get away! I want you to try to escape and call for help Uh -! Uh! Yes,…! You’re mine! So fucking hot! Gonna cum in you and you can’t stop it! Can’t do anything but take it! Man, wish I had you when I was in the House! Have you every fucking night! No one could touch you – you’d be mine! Nice and tied up and gagged, have you all the time! Make you walk around like that cause you’re mine! MINE!  Oh God,  yes! Fuck you when…I…want,,,.!  Uh yes! NOW!  Yes! YES!  UHAH! UH! UH! UH! Oh God uh,…!” Suddenly he stops, his back arching and he drops his load, his head bent back and his mouth open, moaning and his stops, his cock inside.

And then, he falls forward, his sweat dripping. Ray lays on me for a moment, breathing heavily, fast. wrapping his arms around me and slightly rolling me back and forth, murmuring, ‘so good,…’ After a few minutes, Ray slowly gets up, saying “nice ass,” pulls me back and pulling me back, whispers in my ear, “your turn. I want to pay you back. Make you cum now. I’m gonna make you cum nice and hard, now you cum in me’ turns me around and reaches for my balls and then starts to suck me. I resolve, however, to resist: I wasn’t going to admit that I want this and thus I fight back, not giving in. This went on for awhile: a war of wills. Him wanting to make me to cum and me not giving in.

Standing in the office, my feet still taped together, Ray continued stroking my cock, making me uncertain and unstable as I desperately tried to stand upright while I found myself moving in time to his stroking.  Moments later, the owner came in, closing the door and looking over, asked Ray, “what’s the delay? I want to see him cum. We need a good cum shot from him if this is going to work.”

‘I’ve been trying; he’s resisting.”

Saying nothing the owner pulls out his hankerchief, pulls me away from the desk and stands behind me and then wraps it around my neck, holding it in place, puling me closer to him “You’re not going anyway until you shoot a nice, hot load. So you’d better cum. Now give Ray your cum.”

I twist around and struggle, but it’s hopeless. 

“You’re not going anywhere until Ray is done. Milk him good.  Make it shoot nice and hard so everyone can see.”Saying nothing, Ray strokes and then reaches over slowly, putting my cock into his mouth.  There only is our breathing, and the sound of Ray working me. “Show Ray you like him,” the owner whispers in my ear, as I find myself moving in time to his mouth.  I struggle more and try to call out; he pulls back slightly, the owner forces me to lean back, bending me more as my pelvis pulls out, while Ray holds my balls and continues working my cock.  I can only moan as his mouth works me over; the handkerchief firm around my neck.  

I locate the window and see the reflection; me, bond and gagged, hands tied behind my back my arms tied while my feet tied together at the ankles, my jock strap around my ankles.  I rock side to side, but it’s useless: Ray grabs my ass with both his hands and continues to suck ever more.“It’s no use; you’re gonna get milked,” the owner says in a normal voice.I look down at Ray and see him stare back at me: he really wants me to give up and give it to him. I look up at the ceiling and shake my head. The owner wanted his cum shot and unless I cooperated, I was in danger. 

I looked down at Ray; looking up at me, he also saw the danger. I had to cum but somehow wouldn’t give up.  Unless I did, there was no telling what the owner would do. 

Ray saw this – and suddenly his approach changed. Moving in gentle, instant circles, slowly and yet not too slow, I feel his tongue wrapping around my cock, and gong down to my balls,… Electricity.  I feel the feeling: the warmth spreading from my waist, reaching out throughout my lower body. The handkerchief is getting tighter, though, and the owner whispers in my ear “time is running out.”

I ignore him, feeling the warmth getting stronger, I moan and shake my head as if saying ‘yes’.  Ray is consistent and persistent; he knows what he’s doing.  I looked down at Ray; it was as if he could read my thoughts and I his.  I nodded ‘yes’ and he looked down at my cock and balls, moving ever more, taking his time, being deliberate but making it even better.  I moved automatically, having no control on my motions.

The warmth is growing,… Ray watches me as I find myself starting to lose control,… The excitement overcoming my fear.  The only focus is have is my cock losing feeling. I find myself wanting to give Ray something of myself. We stare at each other. I realized that he was out and wanted somebody. Here was a protector: strong, big and willing. It was simple: my ass with his cock for his protection. Bound and gagged, helpless for him to fuck me – and to jerk me off or blow me!

“MMMMMPH!  MMMMMMM PH! (YES! YES)

I felt the tension move away and the feeling rise from my base of my cock and balls,…Suddenly! My cock lets go – and I shoot.  Long and hard; my eyes open wide, I find myself on my toes, my pelvis as far out to Ray as I can, my moaning the loudest it has been, trying to call out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” with each load but instead it was just my gagged mouth barely saying “MMMPH!  MMMPH!   MMPH! MMMPH!   MMMPHH!! – each time I came.

The owner murmuring in my ears, “yes,…!” Finally, I stop. Ray then looks up at the Owner: “I want him; let me have him.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“He may call you in for rape; can’t afford that while on parole.”

Ray looked as me, “you gonna call me in?”I shake my head no, and then move my cock closer to him. Ray looks at me with understanding and then at the owner,”let me have him. He wants it.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m sure,” Ray says in a manner that spoke of a threat to the owner. The owner says nothing, dropping the handkerchief.

“You came looking for a friend – right?” I nod my head.“So did I. Now you got one.  I’ll take care of you if you’ll take care of me.” I nodded  my head. Ray turns to the owner, “leave us alone.”  The owner pulled off his hanker chief and saying nothing walks out of the office.

A moment of silence. Ray then started to unwrap my ankles and then, pulling off my gag, said, “I got a car out back. Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t need the money right now.”

And we did just that – and walked to his car. It was while waling, I started to ask, “Did you,..”

“Yeah, I got the rope and duct tape.” I look at me and him me.

“I know a private club where we can go and you can bind and gag and fuck me for all to see.”

Saying nothing, Ray just looked me with that intensity.

For now, we’re going to my place where I’ll be bound and gagged and fucked by Ray. This time, I wanted to keep my feet untied so I could keep them wide open for Ray.

Now I was Ray’s prisoner.