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Mistaken Identity

I graduated from college about a year ago and have been working at my new job since. I was in a new city and didn’t have many friends outside of work. 

Sebatian and I had dated all the way through college, but he found his job about 100 miles in the opposite direction from mine. We tried the long-distance thing for a few months, but soon the texts and phone calls became less frequent and after just two weekend visits to each other’s place, we called it quits. We both knew it was going to be a challenge, but we knew what we had to do for our careers. While I was disappointed, I wasn’t too surprised and fortunately I was busy getting settled into a new job and home, so I didn’t dwell on the situation.

So now that a year had passed and I had my routine in place, I thought it might be time to get back out there. My finances had recovered from all the moving expenses and deposits, I was starting to fix my apartment up a bit. Of course, a big TV was the first purchase, then a nice couch and bedroom set. I had just hung a few nice pictures on the wall and stood back, proud of myself for having my first grown up place. As I took another look around, I thought, well now if I just had some friends to invite over.

I was the youngest guy at the office, most of the others were in their late twenties to early thirties. They had been on the job for five or more years and were either married or had long-term partners. I was talking to Joe, one of my coworkers, about it one Friday afternoon.

He asked, “you have any big plans for the weekend Chris?”

I shook my head, “not really, how about you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, Claire and I are going to one of her friend’s wedding.

I sighed, “that sounds better than doing nothing.”

He chuckled, “not really, we’re just going to sit at the table with the rest of the bride’s friends. When the bride and groom make their rounds, they’ll tell them how perfect they are for each other. Then as soon as they are out of earshot, someone will say I give it six months.”

I laughed, “these people are friends? Do they really talk about each other like that?”

He rolled his eyes, “yep, I’ve been to enough of these things, hell, I actually heard them at our wedding. I guess the laugh is on them, we’ve made it two years already. Women are the worst.”

I shook my head, “I’m glad I hang around guys then.”

Joe laughed, “yeah, every time we talk, you always make a good case for being gay.”

I shrugged, “oh, I don’t know, at least you have someone to help you have a social life.”

He asked, “what do you mean?”

I said, “Well, since I moved here a year ago, I have been busy with work and getting settled in, I really don’t have many friends or any social life at all.”

He said, “yeah, I guess if I didn’t have Claire, I wouldn’t have much of a social life either. But hey, you just need to go out and try and meet people.”

I sighed, “you’re probably right, I really haven’t been out much since I moved here.”

He smiled, “there you go, hit a bar tonight, you never know what might happen.”

I headed home after work and changed clothes. I drove past a nice-looking place every day on my way home from work called O’Neill’s Pub. So, I decided I would give it a try, I walked back the three blocks from my apartment to the pub and walked in. From the name I was expecting an Irish type of pub, but other than a few shamrocks on the wall, it had more of a sports bar feel. It was clean and the crowd was laughing and having a good time. They were all around my age to about their early thirties. I found a stool and took a seat at the bar, Troy, the bartender smiled as he set a napkin in front of me.

He asked, “what can I get you?”

I smiled back, “a rum and coke please.”

He grabbed a glass and started to pour, “I haven’t seen you in here before.”

I said, “I just moved to town a while back and decided to get out tonight.”

He sat my drink in front of me, “welcome to O’Neill’s.”

I took a drink and turned to have another look around the room. There was a ball game playing on the several TVs that were scattered around the bar. A group of guys were playing pool on the far side of the room, several groups of people were pushing a couple tables together, they looked like a group of coworkers that had stopped in for happy hour. There were several other tables with couples sitting at them and what I guessed were three regulars sitting at the other end of the bar. They were arguing about the last play of the game that was playing on the TV above the bar. I took another drink and sat my glass back on the bar, Troy approached me with a smile.

He asked, “still doing ok?”

I smiled, “yes, thanks.”

He asked me where I moved from, where I work, and we made other small talk. One of the guys playing pool came up for a round for him and his buddies.

Troy asked, “need another round Hank?”

The man nodded, “just three Troy, Paul had to leave.”

Troy pulled three beers from the cooler and as he was opening them, he said, “if you need a fourth, Chris here might want to play some pool.”

Hank turned to me and smiled, “sure if you aren’t too good.”

I chuckled, “as long as you don’t laugh at me when you find out that I suck.”

He grabbed his beers and said, “come on, I’ll introduce you to Bill and Chuck.”

Hank, Bill and Chuck were all nice enough guys and as we got to know each other, I was glad that I came out for the night. Just like my co-workers, they were all married or had girlfriends. Oh well, I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone tonight anyway. We played a couple games of pool and they all started to head home. I walked back to the bar and set my glass down.

Troy asked, “can I get you another one Chris?”

I was just about to tell him no when I saw him walk in. My God he was beautiful, sandy blonde hair messed just enough to be sexy, but not too messed to look sloppy. He had steel blue-gray eyes that squinted ever so slightly when he smiled. Speaking of that smile, the two cutest dimples appeared every time he flashed it. His square jaw covered in a two-day growth that only added to his sexiness. A perfectly fitted t-shirt showed off his chest and arms and his pants covered an equally impressive ass. Jesus, it should be illegal to look that good.

Troy repeated, “Chris, Chris did you want another drink?”

Suddenly back to reality, I looked back at Troy, “yeah, I will have another one, thanks.”

the beautiful man made his way to the bar, stopping briefly to chat with a few people on his way. He sat at the bar about three stools from me. I was trying to check him out as much as I could, without being too obvious. Troy walked to him, took his order, and placed his drink in front of him. They chatted a few minutes, then Troy left to wait on another customer. I kept taking glances at the god that was seated so close, yet so far from me. I must have been staring a bit too long because he caught me.

A small smile crossed his lips, and he raised his glass up in a cheers motion to me. I blushed and returned the motion. He stood and walked to the empty seat next to me as Troy walked toward us.

He said, “I’ll have another one Troy, and whatever he is drinking.”

I was still blushing, “thank you.”

He held out his hand, “hi, I’m Wade.”

I stuttered, “hey, I’m Chris.” As I shook his hands.

Troy brought us our drinks and for the next hour and a half we chatted. Once the initial nervousness wore off, the conversation just flowed, and we were getting along very well. He lived about four blocks in the opposite direction from the bar as I did. He told me that he lived with brother, and they had moved to the area a few months ago, as they both started working their new jobs. We mostly talked about our jobs and the ball game that was playing on the TV. We never really talked about dating, but he did say he was single, and that he stopped by the pub three or four times a week. Soon we noticed we were the last two people in the bar.

Wade chuckled, “we should probably let Troy lock up, it’s getting late.”

I took the last drink from my glass, “yeah, you’re right.”

We walked out the door and as he turned to head to his apartment, he said, “I’ll see you next time.”

I walked in the opposite direction, “yeah, see you later, it’s my turn to buy a round.”

I barley slept that night thinking about Wade, not only was the best-looking guy I have ever seen, but we got along well, and I found it really easy to talk to him. I was hoping he felt the same way about me. The next day I was kicking myself for not asking for his number or giving him mine. I consoled myself with the fact that he made a point of telling me that he was a regular at the bar, so I at least I had a chance to run into him again.

I decided to go back to O’Neill’s on Saturday night. I was a little disappointed that Wade wasn’t there. But Hank, Bill and Chuck were there and invited me to join them in a few games of pool. Paul was also there, and they introduced me to a couple of others, we all took turns teaming up and playing pool. I kept watching the door, but never saw Wade come in. Oh well, I guess even if I didn’t see Wade again, I had made some new friends and I did like hanging out in the bar. I was meeting new people and getting out, that was the goal in the first place.

I went to work Monday and asked Joe, “hey, how was the wedding?”

He laughed, “just like I said, Claire and her friends spent the night talking about the bride, but on the plus side, it was an open bar.”

He asked, “what about you, did you get out and do something?”

I nodded, yeah, I did. I went to a local pub, played pool with a few guys, it was a good time.”

He smiled, “good for you.”

I smiled back, “yep, in fact I just may become a regular there, I did have fun.”

That night after work I followed through my mission to become a regular and headed to the pub, Monday Night Football would be on TV so there should be a nice crowd.

Troy nodded and smiled at me when I sat down, “hey Chris, a rum and coke?”

I smiled back, “you talked me into it, thanks.”

Another big smile came across my face when I saw the door open, and I saw my sexy hunk walk in. Just as last time, he chatted with a few people on his way to the bar. He looked my way, and I flashed my best smile, he just continued his scan of the crowd and took his drink as he joined a group sitting at another table. My heart sank as he barely acknowledged me. I turned back to the bar and took another drink, shit, was he just being nice to me the other night because there was no one else to talk to?

He continued to ignore me the rest of the night, I left feeling very disappointed. Maybe I was just misreading him the first night we met, just hoping there was more there than there actually was.

I was undeterred, a couple nights later I was at my seat in the pub and hoping Wade would show up so we could talk again. A half hour later, he walks in and again I get the cold shoulder as he doesn’t even look in my direction. He joins a group at a table across the bar, so I called it a night early and headed home.

After a long talk with Joe at work the next day, he convinced me to give it one more try on Friday night. I was dragging my feet getting ready, still thinking about not going out at all. I finally took a deep breath and headed out my door and made my way down the three blocks to the pub. I walked in and went straight to the bar. As soon as I sat down, I saw him.

Wade gave me a huge smile, “hey Chris, I was hoping you would show up tonight.” He moved from his seat and sat next to me.

I was confused as I asked, “oh really? Why is that?”

He leaned in, “sorry if I’m reading you wrong, but I thought we had a connection that first night we met. I was wondering if you would like to come back to my place, my brother is out of town for the weekend, so I have the place to myself.”

Just as I was getting ready to ask him what the hell was going on, I felt my dick twitch. That killer smile caused to just melt, I had to see if his cock was as perfect as the rest of him.

I just nodded, “no, you were reading me right, I am very attracted to you.”

His smile got even bigger, “I like you too, so what do think, you want to get out of here?”

I stood silently and followed him out the door, watching that ass the whole way. We walked to his apartment without another word and as soon as the door was closed, we had our lips locked together in a passionate kiss. He was a great kisser, and my hands were exploring that body that I had been fantasizing about for the last week. Wade pulled my shirt over my head stood back looking at me, he said, “wow, just like I imaged, I love that sexy fur.” He started to run his hands through the hair on my chest. I pulled his shirt off, I smiled, “and you are just like I imaged, you are so ripped.” We were kissing again as we each started to fumble with each other’s pants. We kicked off our shoes and socks and we were soon in our underwear as we kissed and worked our way to the couch. Wade pushed me back onto the couch and in one motion ripped my underwear off and was sucking my hard cock. God, kissing was not the only skill his mouth had. My hands went to the back of his head as he bobbed up and down and my eyes rolled back into my head. After a few minutes, I knew I wasn’t going to last too much longer, so I pulled him up for another kiss. He stood in front of me, and I pulled his underwear down, damn, I was not disappointed, his dick was better than what I imaged. It was just the right size, not too big, but not small, great girth and big purple mushroom head with a small dallop of precum oozing from the slit. I started to stroke him with one hand and fondle his plum size balls with the other, he let out a deep moan as I took him into my warm mouth. His precum tasted so good, I sucked to get as much of it as I could. I reluctantly let his dick fall from my mouth and stood as we shared another kiss. I pushed him back onto the couch and finally got a good look at his completely naked body. He was mostly hairless, save for the small patch of sandy blonde pubs surrounding his cock and balls. I lay on top of him rubbing our bare skin and cocks together as we picked up our make out session. We moved around until we were in a classic sixty-nine, enjoying each other’s hard dicks, each alternating between the other’s cocks and nuts. His nuts were velvety soft, and I was able to get them both into my mouth at the same time, causing another moan to escape his lips. I ventured further and ran my tongue along his taint, causing Wade to gasp and pull his legs up in the air. I accepted the invitation and dove my tongue into his waiting hole, I got the reaction I was hoping for when he released my dick and yelled, “holy shit, that feels good.” I kept working his hole with my tongue as a smile came across my face, pleased that I was pleasing Wade. I moved to the side of the couch and pushed his legs up further and was soon able to get my tongue inside his hole. He let a new round of expletives fly.

Wade was writhing and sputtered, “God Chris, fuck me, please, fuck me.”

I left the last bit of spit I had in mouth in his hole and quickly moved into position. I pushed my cock head against his hole as I went down for a kiss. We locked our lips together and I slowly pushed in until my balls were tight against his sweet ass cheeks. It felt like we just melted together and were soon moving in perfect rhythm and groaning into each other’s mouths. We kept it up for 10 seconds, or 10 minutes, or an hour, hell, I have no idea how long it was, but I knew I was getting close. From the sounds Wade was making, I knew he was close too. He let out a load grunt as I felt his warm cum cover my abs and chest. His ass muscles clamping down on my cock sent me over the edge and I filled his hole with my seed. Never breaking our kiss as we caught our breath and my deflating dick fell from his ass.

I gave him one last kiss and rolled to his side, I said, “wow, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to get this chance, the way you acted toward me all week.”

He looked at me puzzled, “what do you mean?”

I chuckled, “what do I mean? Shit you just ignored me when you came into O’Neill’s, all week. I didn’t even get a smile from you, let alone a chance to talk to you. It really surprised me tonight when you invited me back your place so fast.”

He sat, “ignore you? I was out of town all week for work, tonight was the first night I have been to the pub since the night we met.”

Just as I was about to ask him about seeing him twice in the pub this past week, there was the sound of a key in the door lock.

As a guy walked in, Wade said, “what are you doing home, I thought you were going to be gone with Jenna all weekend?”

He looked at us laying naked on the couch, “oh, sorry. I didn’t know you had company, Jenna got sick, so we came home early.”

I looked at the man then back to Wade.

Wade started to laugh, “oh, I’ll bet you saw Wayne at the pub. Wayne this is Chris. Chris this is my identical twin brother Wayne.”

 

The End.

It was starting to get late. I had to stay longer at work. Every year, we host a benefit that often gets thrown together at the last minute. This year is my turn to lead the project and organize all the details. This is the last day before the weekend, and a few colleagues of mine had stayed behind to help me knock out some last-minute things.

My phone buzzed. My boyfriend, Chase, texted me. “I’m getting ready to head out. See you at the restaurant <3.” Some family and friends were meeting my older brother, Daniel, for his birthday dinner. I texted Chase back, “Running a little late. Meet you there soon!”

Once Chase arrived, he sent a group selfie at the restaurant and captioned it “Hurry up slowpoke ;)” I took a minute away from my work to look over the photo. My brother, Daniel, had his arm draped over Chase’s shoulder. I noticed Daniel’s girlfriend wasn’t there, & remembered she was studying abroad in France for a few months. A couple of Daniel’s friends, Blake, Cameron and Will were bunched up against them. Behind them were my mom & dad, Uncle Tim & Aunt Jane, and a couple of our cousins, Jared & Tyler. Everyone had big smiles, all beautiful faces and bodies.

I went back to working & started to focus harder to try and finish up. Before I knew it, almost an hour had passed! I messaged Chase, “I’m so sorry!” “That’s alright,” Chase responded, “some of us younger guys are heading out to the bar. You can meet us there!” I got another picture, this time from Daniel. Him and Cameron were holding Chase’s legs up and carrying him around. Clearly they had got into a couple drinks at the restaurant already.

Another half hour later, and I started getting several messages, mostly pictures. I didn’t open any right away, figuring this was typical drunk shenanigans. Another 20 minutes passed and I figured I should wrap things up. My last co-worker just left, and I had been missing all the birthday fun.

I opened my messages and started to click through the pictures. The guys with their tongues out, holding drinks, dancing…I was clicking through and had to go back. ‘Was that…?,’ I thought to myself. Daniel, Cameron & Chase were doing a 3-way kiss. This took me by surprise. I didn’t really know how to feel. I clicked through a few more pictures before getting to a video of my cousin, Jared, & Daniel’s friend, Will, making out, with the boys hollering in the background. I needed a minute to process what I was watching. For the most part, everyone was straight, aside from Chase and I. Was everyone just that drunk & bored?

I braced myself for the next video from Daniel. It was close up, and I couldn’t make out what was happening at first. Then the camera pulled back a little to reveal a mouth. To my surprise, I realized someone’s dick had moved into frame, and the mouth had gone to work. I think my brother was getting his cock sucked on the dance floor! I sat there in shock, mouth agape, just watching the videos cycle through. If that was Daniel’s dick, he was pretty big…I realized I was starting to get hard, and had to stop myself. Why am I thinking about my brother this way? Why am I seeing this at all?

A few minutes later, a new video came in & the scenery changed. I think it was a hotel room. The camera panned over from the wall to someone lying face down and ass up on the bed. Their pants were thrown to the side. I knew that bubble butt anywhere…that was Chase! I always considered myself lucky to have a boyfriend with such a nice bottom, and he did not disappoint in the bedroom. But seeing this left me with all types of feelings of confusion and jealousy. We don’t have an open relationship & have been fairly comfortable in that, but having seen the prior videos, I think I knew where this was headed…

I heard Daniel’s voice say, “You’re taking too long” from behind the camera, before Blake walked up behind Chase. Blake is a football player, 6’4”, with a bulky, muscular build. He pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down, groping Chase’s butt & slapped it a couple times. Blake bent down, spread Chase’s ass, and spit into his hole, before standing back up straight and mounting him. Blake’s cock was rock hard, and probably almost 8 inches in length. His torso was covered fairly evenly in hair, & I couldn’t help but stare at his massive shoulders and arms. He eased his cock into my boyfriend’s ass, & Chase let out little moans and grunts as he took each inch. Once Blake had established his way in, he began pounding away, Chase’s ass jiggling as he bounced back and forth on Blake’s cock.

I could hear Daniel, Cameron & Tyler’s voices in the background, making small talk while every so often egging Blake on. I was dumbfounded. Buzz. Daniel sent me a text. “Take a hint little bro. Get your ass over here. Or don’t. Your boyfriend is loving this shit.”

Even though I still didn’t know what to think, I was getting distracted by this primal feeling. I was feeling hot and horny. Questions can come later. I hurriedly gathered up my things & headed out to my car. “Where you at?,” I messaged Daniel. I saw a bubble with 3 dots pop up as he began to respond, & I shifted my car into drive…

Hi everyone I am Ravi 21 years old from Hyderabad. Let me describe myself I am 6 feet tall slim and cute guy with big tool.. I am Bisexual and I HV lot of experience as an Bisexual and the story I described is the recent story which I had sex with. Hope u enjoy guys

All bisexual stories start with a men . So mine is also same so all the sex I had was mostly men. Women and men both are actually indescribable but all the curves they have tempts us more then ever. So the story also belongs to such kind of guy who is curvy at ass and looks good and is passionate about sex which is wt I needed exactly. 

It was finally a day where I was craving for sex but I couldn’t find my type guys on Grindr but finally I found one guy who is one year older than me. We exchange pics and numbers on gr. We arranged a meet at 3.30 pm so I started at 3 to reach his place and to take safety. I got into auto and I searched for medical shops but I couldn’t find any so I went without condoms to his place. I called him he picked me up into his room and I asked him directly that do u hv condom he said yes.

We were talking and exchanging experience. In the middle of convo he asked let’s start. Then I said carry on I was laying on bed then slowly he started unzipping my pant and removing my pant then slowly he rubbed his mouth on my underwear and slowly removed my dick and started sucking . He was shocked by looking at thickness but said I like it . He was sucking my dick with salive I was half way impressed already. All he doing was sucking with passion. He sucked around 15 mins and I was fingering his ass while he was sucking. Then after 15 mins I make him sleep on bed and started sucking his black cum red nipples which were craving for suck. He was moaning like a bitch while I was sucking his nipples. I sucked around 10 mins then he was again tempted to my dick and started sucking passionately. He sucked my dick around again 10 mins and then I cummed it on his face. He like it and saying it was so hot and he washed off his face .I asked him to lick it before his wash and he tried lickinga nd said it’s tasty as ever. 

We sat for sometime and started chitchatting as after my first round I need to pie and then go for next round . I pied after some time and then v started the 2nd round. This time he was lubing his own ass and wearing my dick condom and starting inserting into his ass. At initial it was not going because it was thick but later slowly it started going in. He was moaning and riding my dick in cowgirl position for 10 mins. Then we changed to butterfly position he started moaning very hard and started saying it’s paining but still v had for sometime. Then v changed to doggy I was heaven will fucking him and beating his asss . I spit some salive on his ass and started fucking again he was moaning and moaning like a bitch which made me even hard then v fucked him like more 10 mins and changed to bodyguard position but it was not comfortable as he was short. Then we moved to doggy style then this time he was moving his ass then I was slapping his ass like bitch. Then I cummed in doggy position and he was still riding it and he enjoyed alot at last.

So he is still in touch with me and texts me frequently and he rate me 75/100 for the sex because he wants it everyday but I am not available everyday. We chatted later that will HV more romance because that time i didn’t had much because I had cough and he has some issues but later he was very curious and tempt3d for me and said let’s start from next time.

Working nights on a sixth month software project in a boring assed city on the west coast was not my idea of fun.  That I worked nights at a smallish office building doing trouble shooting and support for said software project did not help either since I was awake when almost no one else was unless you counted the team oversees.  Since most of the offices who may have needed my help were closed while I was in the office, I didn’t have a lot to do and man was I bored.  I had already mastered the intricacies of the World of Warcraft.  Honestly though, I can only play so many video games and read so many books while waiting for a call before going a bit nuts.  So I spent most of my time fantasizing about one of the security guards in the building.  Greg.  

Yes, I fully admit had a major crush on Greg.  There was just something about him that really got me going, all he had to do was poke his head into my office and my dick stated panting for attention. He was probably in his mid thirties a couple inches taller than my own six feet but with a solid ex-football player.   Just my type since I personally resembled a beanpole.  His face was all angles and he always looked like he needed a good shave.  But it was his lopsided smile and dimples that got to me.  The things I dreamt of doing to that man with my tongue.  

Alas, it was not to be though as he had a live in girlfriend he seemed pretty happy with.  It didn’t mean I couldn’t dream though?  It also didn’t hurt that Greg was well aware of just how attractive I found him and would occasionally comment on it with that toothsome grin.  Greg really was an incorrigible flirt and would even go so far as to innocently brush up against me once in a while or ask if his uniform pants made his ass look fat.  As if, his ass was amazing even in the ugly uniform pants he had to wear.  All of this of course just made me want him all the more.  

He was also just as bored as I was for the most part so we would hang out in my office and chat during our slow times.  Hell, he was in there for almost half his shift most nights as most of the time neither of us had much to do.  I had a small beat up couch in my office for him to lounge on.  Bold as fuck, he would stretch back and spread his legs while we talked while pretending to be all innocent when my eyes wandered as he adjusted himself.   Laughing, he would tell me eyes up and said with a wink he would consider taking me up on the offer if he was ever single.  This continued on a for  a few months in good clean suggestive fun.

Then one Monday, he seemed a bit off.  At first he was quiet and somewhat reserved around me but he insisted everything was okay.  Normally, he would spend at least an hour or two chatting with me but nothing.  By Wednesday, he was back to normal though, well, almost normal.  The flirting went had gone up a notch, a big notch.  He even leaned over my shoulder, pushing his crotch into my shoulder, one night as he leaned over to look at a game I was playing.  I so wanted to lean back into him but stopped myself but found myself wondering what exactly had happened.  Because I knew something had happened, since it was so odd.  Casual flirting was one thing but this was way, way over that line.  

He came in that Friday night and did his usual flop down on to the little couch to kick back.  Except this time, did more than just spread his legs a little too far.  Greg was actually gently rubbing himself through his ugly uniform pants.  My pulse kicked into high gear and I could not get off the phone fast enough.  I didn’t want to get my hopes up but my dick had other ideas and was already half hard.  

Finally, hanging up I asked.  “What’s up Greg?  Though it came out as more of a croak than a definitive question.  I was having trouble though keeping my eyes on his face and not staring at him massaging his junk. 

“What’s up?”  He echoed back and gave me his little lopsided smirk as he continued.  “I am.  And I was hoping you could help a buddy out.  It’s not like you aren’t attracted to me.  I’ve been so fucking horny and I could use a helping hand or…”  And he let his words sort of drift off.  I was more than a little shocked, the arrogant fucker was lounging back on my office couch and asking me for a blow job.  As much as I would have loved to give him a quick blow and go, I had a few rules I stuck too.   

“Even as hot as I find you, I don’t help guys cheat on their girlfriend.  Or boyfriend.  Ever.”  I shot back.  That elicited a growl.

“Cindy and I broke up, so I am completely and totally one hundred percent single.”  Greg answered tersely with a scowl that quickly changed to a smile.  “So come on.. you know you want me?” were his next words as gave his crotch a squeeze.  

My mind fought an inner battle over fucking things up at the office and finally living my fantasy of getting my hands on this man.  I was weakening though as I saw the outline of a growing hardness showing through his pants.  There was no question about my own dick, it was already rock hard.  After crushing on him for the entire time I’d been on the project my cock got rock hard the second he started rubbing himself through his pants.  Fuck it, I thought to myself.  I was going to have him, even if it was only once.  

I licked my lips and as I started to stand, he gave a triumphant grin.  He knew he had me and started to unbutton his guard shirt revealing the white tee underneath.  Quickly, I got up and moved to lock the door to my office.  I had never done anything like this before and was nervous something would upset this opportunity to actually touch him.  Greg peeled of his tee and he was just the solid type of guy I find so attractive, just a little muscled and rough around the edges.  His chest was mostly smooth with two nice nipples and a line of hair heading south.

I kneeled to help him off with his pants.  Forgetting to take his shoes off in my eagerness, I almost knocked him over.  Finally I had him leaning back on the couch in his black boxer briefs with a nice tent for me to look at.  I ran my hands up and down his thighs and started to lean forward when he stopped me.  

“Aren’t you going to be naked too?”  He asked and my jaw must have hit the ground.  He continued almost sheepishly “It’s just a little weird with only me being naked.”  Not giving him a chance to rethink his comment, I was naked and  back on my knees in front of him in under ten seconds.  Well, almost naked as I still had my socks on.    

Back on my knees I massaged his thighs and leaned in to finally taste him.  I gave little licks and kisses from one of his knees towards his cock, stopping just before I got to his now very hard cock tenting his boxer briefs.  His little moans told me he was having fun.  Looking up his eyes were closed and his hands were clenched at his side. 

I pressed my face into his briefs and inhaled his scent.  It was amazing, musk and man with a hint of some fabric softener leftover from laundry day.  Slowly, I sucked on him through the fabric as my hands massages his thighs, darting in to rub closer and closer to his balls.  Then I snuck one of my hands in and gently rolled his balls with a couple of my fingers.  As I played with his cock with my mouth and balls with another I took my other hand and stroked my way up to one of his nipples.  Giving it a gentle rub to see if he would like it.  He did.  It was time though to see the main course.  

I leaned back on my knees and pulled his briefs off.  His rock hard cock popped into view and it was a beauty.  A solid seven inches with a nice head and just the right amount of hair surrounding his balls.  Wrapping my hand around it, I jacked him ever so slowly and softly.  Greg moaned, trying to hump my hand to go faster but I would have none of that.  I leaned forward and gave the head of his cock a kiss followed by a quick lick. 

“Jesus, please suck me already.” he ground out.  I chuckled and took the head of his cock into my mouth, it was just the right fit as I swirled my tongue around it and worked it into the tip to test the sweetness of his pre-cum.  The sticky liquid tasted as good as it looked and I took a little more of his dick into my mouth with gentle suction.  Bucking up I almost gagged as he tried to get his entire dick into my mouth at once.  

“Bad Greg” I said pulling back. “I’m going to take my time so we both really enjoy this.”  As I gently stroked him.  “Okay?”  He nodded sheepishly.  I lowered my mouth back to his dick and started sucking again.  Working more of his cock into my mouth, I took him all the way down and held him there for a few seconds before coming back up.  He was moaning like a dog in heat as I continued to deep throat him for a minute or two as I played with his balls but I pulled off as I felt his balls start to pull up. Way too soon and I was not done with him.  Not even close. 

“Oh come on.. I was so close.” Greg said, it almost coming out like a soft whine from a teenager.  I just laughed at him and licked one of his balls.  That made him jump and mutter an ‘oh fuck’ so I sucked the entire ball into my mouth and gently suckled it. He started to move his hand to jack himself off but I would have none of that.  

“Nope, this is my show, no touching yourself.” I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled it way from his dick.  I kissed the palm of his hand and set it away from his cock.  Greg started to toy with his nipples as he watched me with his eyes half closed in pleasure.  Never breaking eye contact, I went back to licking and sucking his balls.  When my tongue touched his taint he closed his eyes and spread his legs slightly as he moaned in pleasure.  

Taking that as invitation, my tongue continued its trek southward.  I spread his legs a bit more and very slowly started to rim him.  First with long slow strokes up and down his crack before gently kissing and licking his hole.  It was like setting a match to gasoline.  

Greg bucked up and pushed his ass into my face as he spread his legs wider to give me better access.  Using my tongue I pressing into his hole, feeling it open under the gentle pressure, his moaning got louder as I worked my magic.  After a couple minutes, his hole was loosening up and slick with spit.  Man, this was giving me ideas.  While I would have loved to have Greg fuck me senseless, seeing him spread open with his beautiful hole wet with spit and winking hungrily was a revelation.   

I wanted, needed to be inside this man in the worst way, to fuck him, fill him.  My dick was so hard it was ready to burst at just the thought of it.  Sucking a finger into my mouth to get it wet, I slowly started to insert just the tip of my finger into his ass.  He was so focused on the pleasure in his hole, he didn’t seem to notice the change.  I pressed in farther, hitting a little resistance, and he gasped.  Leaning over, I sucked the head of his dick as I moved in a little more, stretching him out.  In and out, in and out.. man, I wanted him so badly.  

Looking up at him, I don’t think I had ever been so turned on in my life.  He mouth was open, his brow beaded with sweat and his fingers working his nipples.  Greg was gorgeous.  I had one hand gently massaging his dick and a finger getting deeper and deeper into his ass with each thrust.  With a deep breath, I quickly disengaged and stood, my rock hard dick bouncing.  

“What?” Greg ground out, almost pained in his expression.  I grabbed the hand lotion off my desk and was quickly on my knees in front of him again.  Popping the top on the bottle, I quickly worked some onto my fingers.  He looked a little nervous so I tried to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.  Trust me.”  I said in my most trust worthy voice.  Closing his eyes, he nodded.   

Ever so slowly, I worked the lotion into his hole, stretching it as gently as I could.   I needed to get him ready for my dick.  I don’t care if he was straight or thought he was straight but this man wanted to get fucked, by me.   The slick heat and tightness from his ass was urging me on but I reigned in my lust to take it slowly.  I wanted his first time to be something he would never forget.  

I added some more lotion to keep his hole slick as I got him ready for a second finger.  Jacking his cock in time with my thrusts, I added another finger and felt him give the smallest wince as I breached his sphincter.  “Do you want me to stop?”  I asked as I ran my tongue up the side of his dick and licked the head a bit.  

Shaking his head in the negative was his only response.  I carefully watched his face as I got him used to the two fingers so see any discomfort there but only saw pleasure.  He was so hot and tight, like silk.  As I snuck in a third finger I angled up a bit and found his prostate.  “Holy fuck, do that again” Greg gasped.  I gave his joy button one more quick poke before pulling out.   

“Come on, roll over for me.”  I said, wanting this man on all fours to make it easier to fuck him.  Greg didn’t look to sure, so gave him my best smile and said “You trust me right?” and hoping beyond hope that he agreed.  Nodding he rolled over to where he was half on, half off  the couch with his ass presented to me.  And what an ass it was, meaty and thick and beautiful.  That little hole all wet and winking at me.  Wow, just wow.  I don’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter in all my life than him on his knees like that waiting for me to fuck him.  

I quickly slicked my dick with a bit more lotion.  I lined my cock up for entry and ran my hands up his back affectionately and rubbed his shoulders a bit as I rubbed my cock up up and down his crack.  Then I lined up the head of my cock and slipped the head inside.  The muscles in his shoulders tightened and he made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.  It was all I could do not to ram into him in one long stroke but dear heaven it was difficult.  The hot moist heat surrounding my dick was sucking me into a spiral of lust.    

“You doing okay?” I asked gruffly as I kept just couple inches inside him.  I think I would have died if he changed his mind or said it was too much.  

“Oh yeah, I’m way past okay.”  he responded, and I pushed in deeper, loving how he was opening up for me.  It seemed to take hours but was probably no more than a couple of minutes but finally I was balls deep inside Greg, the man I had been crushing on for ages.  

Withdrawing just a bit I started to gently fuck him, occasionally taking aim at his prostate.  Each time my dick made contact he gasped in pleasure.  I picked up my pace a bit but still careful to keep my my strokes gentle.  I already felt my balls starting to tighten but I wanted this to last since as long as possible, it may have been my only chance with him.   

I ran my hands all over his back and shoulders, before reaching down to gently stroke his dick a bit.  “Don’t” he muttered, pushing my hand way from his dick.  “Too soon.”  The little devil in me reared his head and I pulled almost all the way out, just keeping the head of my dick inside him with the tiniest of thrusts.  That got a response.

“Fuck you dude, come on!”  Greg groaned at me, and pushing back against me.  I could have cum just at the thought of him trying to get my dick inside him.  With my hands on his hips I held him from pushing back though.  

“Fuck me?  You sure about that?” I replied with a smile.  He groaned back and spoke almost pleadingly, “Fuck me!  Please, fuck me.”  I thrust back in hard, all the way in with my balls slapping against his.  

“Yes” he moaned and so I started to long dick him, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.  Again and again.  

“You like my dick Greg?  You want me to fuck you?  Tell me how much you want my dick.”  I said as I continued to slide in and out.  

“Harder, please.  Fuck me harder. Damn that feels good.” all fell from his lips as I pounded into him.  Already warm in the small office with the heat of our bodies and exertion, my skin grew slick.  Leaning down, I used my tongue to kiss and lick my way across his shoulders as he pushed back against me.  

God, I could have fucked this man for hours but I was already close to coming.  Leaning close, I whispered in his ear “You close, I’m about to cum.”  He nodded and reached down to start jacking himself.  

I wrapped myself around him and fucked for all I was worth.  With a near feral grunt, I came, filling his ass with my cum.  Just as I shot, I felt him groan and his ass tighten around my dick almost painfully as his own orgasm rocked him.  I laid my face against his back for just a second, wanting this moment to last.  The image of spooning this man after hot sex floated through my mind.  

I pulled out slowly then jumped up to grab some wipes to clean us up.  I was suddenly awkward in the silence.  I had no idea what to say, I had just fucked someone from work in my office.  Deep down though, I knew it was worth it even if somehow the higher ups found out.  I just wished for well, more of the same.

He stood up and once again, his naked closeness made my softening dick twitch.  As handsome as he was fully clothed, he was a hundred times hotter without his clothes.  Handing him some wipes, we cleaned ourselves up.  Not sure how to act I smiled sheepishly and quietly said I had fun and hoped he did too.  “Hell yes, I had fun.  In fact I have a favor to ask.” Greg said with his trademark smirk.

I couldn’t get a word out I was so sort of gave him the “And” face that is universal guy speak.  

“Well, when Cindy and I broke up, she kind of kicked me out and I was wondering if I could bunk with you…” was all he got out as I grabbed him and pulled him close, my hands wandering over his back and shoulders.  Greg’s hands held me tight as well and his hands slid down to my ass, pulling me closer.  Then my mouth met his for a kiss and it was electric.  His mouth opened, my tongue explored his mouth and his mine.  Wow, could he kiss.  After a moment, he broke off the kiss and spoke.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

Warnings and disclaimers:

This story is based on real people and locations but names and settings have been changed and events have been enhanced. This story contains explicit male-male consensual, sex between men of legal age. If you don’t enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21 or it is not legal to read this sort of material where you live, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. Please practice safer sex.

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The following is a prequel to my “Teachers and Coaches, Chapter 1”

In “Teachers and Coaches” I wrote about some of my high school experiences with older men who were coaches and/or teachers at my small religious high school. But that’s not where my first experiences with horny coaches happened – it was actually with swim team coaches on the local private swim clubs I belonged to with my brother.

One of my very first crushes on a man was actually Coach Brandon from the Y swim team. I was gradually becoming aware that I often felt drawn to teachers, coaches, youth group leaders, friends’ dads, etc., and that I’d kind of stare a bit too obsessively at their eyes or lips, asses or packages, or get a flutter in my stomach (and lower) if any of them paid close 1:1 attention to me.

Coach Brandon was new and as part of getting to know each team member, he insisted on doing a series of individual “interviews” with each of us young men in his glass-walled office with blinds, which overlooked the pool. When it was my turn to talk with him, I felt very shy and desperately confusingly turned on by him. He was asking me questions about my goals, about my level of dedication, about how much I’d be willing to give to the sport and the team, and I was just mostly so lost in staring into his ice-blue eyes, admiring his thick blond hair, attracted to his chiseled jaw with a cleft chin and full lips, and being able to see how strappingly beefy he was in his tight-fitting coach’s outfit of a white polo shirt and very short, tight bright blue shorts.

He seemed to smile and smirk kindly-but-knowingly at my occasionally fumbling answers to his questions, and he said “Don’t worry, Jay, you and I are going to get along great as long as you work hard and enjoy yourself swimming as intensely as you can while you’re on this team. I’ll be here to guide and motivate you, that’s what a good coach is here for.” He flashed his sexy white smile and winked at me with his sparkling blue eyes and I was so smitten.

Then one day several weeks later, I was going to be part of a relay team during a swim meet. But as we were all lining up for our events in a smaller pool area leading into the main pool, I slipped on a really wet deck and hit my head quite badly on the edge of the pool. It was scary and Coach Brandon had to take me into the Y locker room to make me lie down on a massage table to observed for a few hours for signs of concussion.

While older guys were getting sports massages nearby, Coach kindly talked to and reassured me. He asked me if I was sore where I hit the deck, and when I said yes, he asked if I would like a gentle massage to rub out the sore muscles. I said yes, it was my first experience like that and it was such a crazy turn-on to have this hunk touching me and rubbing me tenderly and caringly… pretending not to notice my bulging package which I couldn’t control, feeling weirdly extra turned on by the fact that these older guys were obliviously getting rubbed down right next to us. He made me flip over between me front and back a few times, and eventually he stopped being cautious about letting his hands wander close to my ass crack or my crotch.

Coach Brandon actually started to massage my groin area too, grazing my balls and letting my ridiculously hard shaft rub against his hands, smiling at me knowingly and naughtily knowing that he was being so inappropriate. He seemed to love the adoring look I was staring deep into his crystal blue eyes, and he mouthed “it’s OK, you can let it go,” with his sexy lips. That’s how I knew he was telling me to go ahead and shoot my load into his hands. I noticed two of the official massage therapists were staring our way watching with fascination and surprise that Brandon was going this far with a young swim team member and that I was about to blow all over the place.

That made me even more turned on and suddenly I was blowing a fountain-like volley of hot cum into the air and back onto my own stomach and chest and Brandon’s hands. He rubbed my load into my skin and said “makes great skin moisturizer.” I could tell he was bulging incredibly in his swim coach shorts, and I desperately wanted to ask if I could try to help him too, but he leaned down and said, “I have to get back to the meet now that I know you’re doing OK… but we’ll do more next time, and we can explore more together.”

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Fortunately, Coach Brandon lived up to his word. He was not an easygoing coach. He was fair and motivational, but he expected us all to work incredibly hard to train over very long distances at most practices, and to really push ourselves. He definitely was a bit more aggressive toward the older, high-school aged boys on the team than to the younger ones, but he could also be kind of playful with all of us at times too. If he caught the older boys horsing around and teasing each other in that homoerotic way many young men do on a team like that, you’d never quite know if Coach Brandon would get loud and threaten punishment of another 1000 yards of practice laps, or if he would kind of join in the playful banter with the guys and contribute to somewhat inappropriate comments and jokes about how huge some swimmer’s package was getting, or surprisingly, chiming in on a discussion the older boys were having about abstaining from jacking off for a few nights before an important meet.

“Yeah, I do believe that makes you more aggressive and more competitive, more energetic,” Coach said, “But it’s definitely not healthy to hold it in for multiple days, you don’t wanna get backed up, it’s important to release your load at least ever couple of days.” I was like “Huh….” Because I didn’t quite know what all of it was about yet, and I was surprised that this adult would talk with the “naughty older boys” about this stuff.

Coach continued, “So, you guys should always feel free, right after your last event, to take care of it in the locker room, or shower, or even use my office if you need to. I know sometimes your parents are strict, monitor you too closely, or you think it’s weird to talk about or be seen by the other guys, but believe me, all guys do it. Every single guy jacks off and needs to come, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. So you go right ahead and do it in those gang showers in the locker room for all I care,” he said with a laugh, “Just don’t be surprised if I join you sometime soon because my girlfriend just caught me with a porno mag again and she’s really mad at me.”

I did like showering with all the other guys. The whole range all the way up to the oldest guys on the team – the older they were, the more likely they were to have really long and thick “things” and to tease the rest of the guys with them, swing them around, etc. And there was something so naughty and fun sounding about Coach’s “threat” that he might join us in the showers sometime.

I didn’t have to wait long. One day after practice, I was in the gang showers with two of the incredibly fast and muscular Koepke brothers (Kev and Bry, who I always kept my eyes on – both were hot, dark haired guys with super-white teeth, big bulging packages that our tiny swimsuits could barely constrain, and they were very popular), plus this lean and fast backstroke champion, David. The brothers were horsing around and trying to get David to take off his swimsuit for a proper shower, teasing him by grabbing their own long but soft dicks and helicoptering them in David’s direction, and saying, “Are you afraid you’ll get hard in front of us? That’s really dumb, even Jay over there’s not afraid to get hard in here.” (I didn’t realize they had noticed me and the fact that I was indeed getting an erection while I was soaping up in the big echoey shower.) The older brother, Kev, said, “Remember, Coach Brandon said it’s not healthy to hold your sperm in… Maybe we should force it out of you so you don’t screw up our relay team on Saturday.” David laughed and said, “Yeah right, how are you going to do that?”

Just then, Coach Brandon walked into the shower area in his shorts and polo, white sneakers and long striped athletic socks, whistle around his neck. He raised his voice to be heard over the sounds of the showers, the rowdy boys, and the echoes of the shower room, and at first he seemed pissed off. “What is going on in here guys? I’m sure your parents are going to be here pretty soon to pick you up and all I’ve been hearing from in here is a lot of horseplay and now I’m hearing that David’s too uptight to shower with his suit off?” He got a sexy sneer on his face as he got closer to the Koepke brothers, who were of course two of his favorite team members because they were such trophy winners, and he said, “What’s this I hear about you forcing David’s load out of him? How do you propose to do that?”

They laughed nervously because obviously they had just been goofing around. The younger brother, Bry, said, “Oh don’t worry about it Coach, we were just kidding.”

Coach acted like he was being played and he said, “Oh, no, you definitely meant it, I think you are right, David needs to get off today so that he has a few days to recover before Saturday’s meet. And you know what? All of us are going to make that happen.”

Coach looked over at me and said, “Jay, I haven’t seen you that hard since your concussion-observation massage,” which made the brothers snicker and ask him, “What do you mean, Coach, Jay was getting hard while he was on the massage table after that nasty fall at the last meet? Did you do anything about it?” Coach said, “Well… I helped him actually pump out one of his first loads right there in front of all those horny old men in the locker room and scandalized a few of them, but then I had to get back to the rest of you guys at the meet.”

The brothers seemed shocked but titillated and said, “Wow, Coach, that would have been pretty hot to see!” and even shy David said, “Yeah, some of those older guys in the locker room sure take an interest in us when our training times overlap with adult swim in the other pool.”

Coach said, “So, let them admire your handsome young body, David, you have a lot going for you with that swimmer’s build, and it looks like you have a pretty nice endowment that you should be proud of, just like these brothers and Jay…and myself….”

With that, Coach actually took off his tight polo and revealed a hairless, very muscular torso and chest, quite tan… and then he stepped out of his little tight shorts and we saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick Polish sausage flopped out at least half hard, hanging straight out over very large balls, and he had a short blond bush that matched his hair exactly. I was in awe, I mean, I didn’t know what guys did with each other sexually yet, but I instinctively wanted to be closer to him, to feel embraced by his thick muscular body, and to get to touch and play with that increasingly long and thick cock.

It became apparent that this was not the first time the Koepke brothers had seen Coach naked; the older one said, “Man, Coach, you really have it going on and your girlfriend is really lucky. She’s dumb to get mad at you for looking at those porno mags sometimes, she should just feel lucky that she’s the one you chose, right?”

Coach said, “Thanks boys, I totally agree, she definitely has nothing to complain about when her tight pussy lips are wrapped around this thick shaft, gripping it tightly while I’m railing her deep and hard!” That comment made all of us in the shower room get even harder, it was hot to hear Coach talking dirty about having sex with his pretty girlfriend, who sometimes came to our practices and meets. Coach decided to push David a bit and said, “Get that suit off, boy, you don’t wanna bend and hurt that boner of yours that’s about to split open your suit. I can tell you like thinking about how I fuck Kristin…. I bet you wish you could watch me lick her clit, too, she loves how I eat her juicy cunt and get her nice and wet so that she can actually take this thick monster meat.” He slapped his now-completely-hard slab against his hand, reverberating raunchily in the shower room. “Some girls… and guys… can’t take it all.” Wait, what?? Did he just say guys? What the hell? This was a very homophobic era and town, and our coach was now showering naked with a few of us, talking about fucking both girls and guys?

The brothers smirked at me like they could see my head spinning and the older one said, “Yeah, Jay, it’s a rite of passage when you reach a certain age on this team…. Coach Brad interviewed you about your goals and commitment, right? Well, the next interview when you’re ready is going to be to find out how much he can stretch that little tiny man pussy of yours and see if he can shove that whole stick of his up there. I had to do it when I reached the legal age and I ended up passing the test, obviously.” His younger brother said, “And he’s been practicing on me, to get me ready for Coach, now that I’m 18 too. Because you can see he’s a lot bigger.” I looked at David and how he was now super-hard too, and we were both involuntarily stroking ourselves.

Coach said, “Actually, Bry, I think it’s probably time for your test by now, knowing that Kev’s been preparing you. I actually talked to your dad the other day and he said he’s been keeping an eye on you boys and how much more time you’ve been spending in Kev’s room. So he has watched a few of your practice sessions with as much interest as he shows in your amazing swimming performance. He told me he thinks you’re ready, Bry.”

David and I were so excited to see what was going to happen next, and so was Kev. He kinda pushed his younger stud brother toward the coach, underneath Coach’s shower spray, and said, “Split that boy’s hole wide open, man, he’s gotten pretty great at taking my dick and my loads, and now it’s time to see if he can take an even bigger battering ram. I think you’re gonna love his sweet tight little hole.” Coach licked his sexy lips and a devilish grin flashed along with his sparkling blue eyes. “I’m sure I will, Kev, thanks for breaking him in.”

Coach positioned Bry against the central shower hub of the gang showers we were in, and pushed his legs a little further apart. He started to rub his fingers, them his thumb and fingers gently against Bry’s little pucker, and added a bit of liquid soap each time to get him more relaxed and feeling good as Coach’s fingers started to actually enter his tiny hole. Bry cried out a little bit when Coach began to actually pry his asshole wider open with two fingers, but you could see on his face that he actually loved the sensation. Coach’s big, thick dick was standing straight up at attention and David, Kev and I were all focused on it while we stroked ourselves.

Then Coach shocked me and said, “Jay, get over here and get my dick even harder and more slicked up for this, I need to make sure it’s nice and ready to invade this young man’s tight virgin hole.” I moved toward them and Coach pushed firmly on my shoulders til I was kneeling in front of him and staring directly at this incredibly sexy fat cock. I had no clue what I was doing, but instinct and desire took over and Coach Brandon guided me assertively. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, and he guided his huge, thick head into my salivating mouth… he told me to start licking his dick and sucking on it and that I couldn’t do anything wrong unless I used my teeth.

Soon I was going at it like a natural – finding a rhythm of getting as much of his girthy meat into my mouth as possible, and then backing off and flicking around the head only with my tongue. He started trying to fuck my face, too, which made me cough and sputter in combination with some of the shower water that was spraying all over me. I was getting a nice view of the younger Koepke brother’s ass too, which Coach was fingering the whole time I was sucking him. And I was shocked to notice that Kev had gone around to the other side of the shower pole and was actually stroking his younger bro’s hard-on and quietly encouraging him, “Dude, you can take it, you’ve gotten so good at letting me plow you and blow my loads up into you lately.”

Soon Coach had enough oral service and wanted to get down to business with breaking in the virgin hole. He lifted me to my feet and gently kissed my somewhat aching mouth, and said, “Good boy, you’d did great, you’re a natural born cocksucker and your talents are going to be very much put to use around here. But right now I gotta get into that dude’s ass! He’s been pulling my fingers in and he’s definitely ready.” He commanded David to get on one side and me on the other, so we could spread the Bry’s ass cheeks wide apart, and to get a good view as he pushed his big, heavy head against the tight little hairless hole.

Kev kissed Bry encouragingly and said, “I got you, I’m not going to let him hurt you,” just as Coach Brandon made his first push and popped right in. His wide shaft magically spreading the tight little ass open as the Bry just kind of naturally swallowed this big man’s dick. We were all impressed and focused on Coach’s groans of sheer pleasure as the young man’s tight hot insides gripped his fuckstick and began milking it. Coach reached his hands to each side and gave me and David and the Kev each some strokes while he increased the rhythm and pace of his thrusts deeper into Bry.

Bry was going wild by this point, squirming his hips and actually grinding back against Coach’s powerful thighs. This slut was definitely a natural-born bottom, hungry to be filled with a big juicy man cock and he started begging for Coach to shoot his load up into his guts the same way he’d gotten into Kev doing that several times recently. Coach got a raunchy look on his face like maybe he was thinking about their father peeping on them and how proud he’d probably be if he knew his boy was taking an even bigger, thicker, harder dick like a champ. Little did I know that Coach was making a mental note to contact Mr. Koepke to suggest a post-meet celebration for Saturday evening, and planning not just to invite me and David too, but to convince Mr. Koepke to join in breeding his sons. They definitely got their studly, muscular good looks from him.

I couldn’t last long, watching my crush fucking my teammate and stroke me and my other teammates. I told Coach that I was going to come and he commanded David to kneel in front of me so that I could spray my jizz onto his tongue. After I did, Coach said, “David, now kiss me so I can taste Jay’s cream too.” It was so nasty and fun to watch them sharing it, and Kev wanted in on it too so he joined them in a three-way kiss. That drove both David and Kev over the edge and they both reported to Coach that they were ready to shoot. So of course he told them to put me back on my knees and to come in my mouth. They shot almost in tandem, so I was literally struggling to swallow the amount of hot white cream that flooded my mouth, and some had even gotten all over my nose and cheeks.

Seeing that seemed to trip Coach’s trigger because he suddenly lost all semblance of self-control while railing our buddy Bry, and started grunting louder and louder, totally nasty things like “I’m gonna fill you up til it’s dripping out both ends, slut boy,” and “I’m gonna send you home to your daddy with a sore, cum-soaked asshole, maybe he’ll smell it on you and he won’t even wait until Saturday to try to add his own load to mine.” It was degrading but Coach managed to also make it sound so enticing and hot. Soon, Coach was thrusting shorter fast strokes and you could tell that he was unloading into Bry’s butt, and he collapsed over Bry’s back. Kev told me to get down and sit against the shower and suck his brother’s rock-hard cock so that he could be the last of us to get off, and it barely took 5 strokes to make it happen.

We all washed off and Coach made sure we were all OK with what had just happened, he said, “I really want you to enjoy what we do and you definitely don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” We all assured him that it was fun and something we’d want to do again, and he slapped each of us on the ass as we passed him on the way to our lockers.

Then I heard another man’s deep voice talking quietly to Coach Brandon in the hall, and I tried to listen carefully, was that Mr. Koepke? Or another of the team dads?

That’s for another time… As are more stories of another couple of coaches I had when I joined a different team a few years later. 

This story started around 2002 and continued for a few years off and on.  I was on a web site trolling around looking for a little fun.  At this time I was 30.  He was in his first year of University so he was 19 or 20.  D.J. was about my height at 6’3” and was slightly pudgy the first time we met.  He told me where to meet him at I drove up seeing this ginger in person made my heart jump he was so beautiful.  I followed D.J. back to his University we drove through until we arrived at his dorm.  We went through the side door and his room was right around the corner. 

We went into his room started making out I was rubbing all over this handsome young man he was wearing blue jeans and a button up shirt.  We undressed each other as we were kissing.  Wow was I surprised when I pulled down his underwear to expose one of the largest cocks I had ever seen.  He had to be at least 8 or more inches long and so much girth I could barely put my hand around it.   I dropped to my knees trying my best to take all I could of him in my mouth.  This guy was hot he was not built but had just a little pudge on him.  I was probably at that time about 50lbs overweight.  We then lay down on the bed and D.J. starts to lick the head of my cock slowly taking all 6 inches of my rock hard cock.  He continued to suck and lick my cock for what seemed like hours. 

He asked if he could fuck me.  I explained sure you will just have to take your time because I am tight been a while since I have been fucked and a long time since I have had one that large.  D. J. grabbed the lube and a condom slid it over his rock hard cock.  He lay me on the bed on my side while spooning me he started his decent into my dark hole.  I felt him life my bubble butt cheek up as he slid some lube on a finger and then felt that finger go past my sphincter.  He then pulled out laying me over on my stomach he begin to mount me and slide his large cock deep inside of my warm velvety guts.  He slowly pushed inside me till he was finally balls deep.  I almost had an out of body experience as this Adonis was making love to me.  He was gentle and considerate. 

D.J. was pushing in and pulling out of me like clockwork I believe we fucked for almost an hour.  I hear D.J. say I am about to cum where do you want it I explained he could cum inside of me if he wanted.  I had just wished he wasn’t wearing a condom I loved to be bred but that didn’t happen.  He filled up the condom while inside of me pulling out slowly I didn’t want him to stop he was so good in the bed.  We lay there holding each other till I finally broke the silence saying it was time for me to go.  We would hook up a few more times over the years but the last time I hooked up with him was amazing.

The last time I saw D.J. was about 3 or 4 years after we had first met he messaged me online saying hey are you free come over.  I did just as he asked and he met me at the front door of the dorm.  I then informed me that we were alone in the building as the students had all left for the semester.  I would later kick myself for not asking him to fulfil one of my fantasies but that’s another story for another time. 

I followed him around to his room he was wearing a tank top and shorts.  As soon as we entered the room he took off the tank top.  I noticed he had lost a few pounds and now had abs.  I was even more shocked when the shorts and underwear came off and his cock was about 2 inches bigger and thicker than it was before.  I was like damn son that thing is bigger and he answered yes it is.  We then started making out I reached down grabbing his enormous cock stroking it with my hand.  We gave each other mutual head and kissed a few times his chest was now much hairier as well.  He was just beautiful.  He then put on a condom and lubed up and started playing with my hole.  He climbed up on the bed pushing my legs up in the air and started to fuck my brains out.  I loved that big cock it felt so good.  He then shot his load in the condom while up inside of me.  We lay there spooning each other with me being the big spoon holding this gorgeous man in my arms. We would kiss each other from time to time.  I was rubbing his body from top to bottom.  He turns around to kiss me and then asks would you like to fuck me.  I was like yes I would love to.  I knew I had to use protection. That was ok I put on a condom and then I was headed for his red hair lined anus.  I took my time to get into him and went balls deep.  I fucked him for more than an hour.  I was in heaven I had just flip-fucked for the first time it was amazing.  We chatted a few times after this he moved on the other side of town and we never saw each other again.  I think about him every day I wish I knew where he lived I was just like to know how life has treated him.

Sojourn

The working nature of the cove was apparent to me the first day Pop took me to see it. Being from Tulsa, that amount of water was new to us. The fishing fleet was out that day but cars were parked beside the Fish Warehouse and the boats were parked at the marina much the same way as today.

A year later, after meeting Ivan and becoming his best friend, as well as his next door neighbor, and not quite a mile down the beach, the idea of becoming a fisherman at fifteen hadn’t entered my mind.

Ivan’s friendship, working on his father’s fishing boat, I became a hero my first day fishing far out in the Gulf of Mexico. As luck would have it, and nothing else accounts for it, the fishing fleet had one of its best days ever.

Popov brought his fishing fleet from a Russian harbor to the cove ten years before. While looking for an explanation for the abundance of fish, Popov settled on me. He dubbed me the boy angel of the fishing fleet.

We all knew I couldn’t find my butt with both hands on a fishing boat, but fishermen are a superstitious lot, and I was revered as the boy who brought the fish to Popov’s fishing fleet.

Popov treated me with the kind of respect he reserved for his most loyal fishermen. If I was OK with Popov, I was OK. I’d been baptized into the fellowship of the men of the sea.

Being the only fourth generation American white boy in the fleet, may have been a reason why Popov wanted to approve of me. It took a few years for me to consider this possibility. The fishermen approved of me, angel or not, because Popov did.

For a eighteen year old who worried when he couldn’t find land anywhere on the horizon, it was an auspicious beginning. When I couldn’t see land, I was scared. Being with Ivan meant the fear couldn’t gain a foothold.

It was the kind of thing you dream happens. As unlikely as my acceptance was, I never again feared going to sea. I loved being on the Gulf after that first day. Fishing was hard work that I did.

Fishing until I was seventeen, we were in the Gulf from Friday afternoon until Sunday evening each week. Even in the summer, we were allowed to go on one of the two fishing trips the fleet took each week. We went out Friday afternoon and returned Sunday.

My parents didn’t object to my being a fisherman but I wouldn’t be allowed to skip school to work on a fishing boat.

My life changed again when I met Harry McCallister. At seventeen my curiosity about the things that came out of the sea was well known. Harry heard the stories from my father, his employee, and then Mr. Aleksa, when Harry went to the source of the stories my father told.

Harry had a plan before he spoke to me the first time. I saw him at the conservancy picnic the first year I lived there. I recognized him when he singled me out for conversation as high school was coming to an end for Ivan and me.

Harry had a plan for me to go to school, while working at the conservancy. I’d become the conservancy’s marine biologist. If that wasn’t enough to rattle my world, Bill Payne, an eminent marine biologist and college professor, took me diving for the first time.

The deal was sealed before I got out of my SCUBA gear the first time. I was well on my way to the rest of my life. Until now I’d gone to school and then to work every day, except in 1969 when Dylan was on his way to being born. I took time off to attend to my family and help my son gain a foothold on life.

I imagine the last ten years took their toll on me. I kept my head down and was completely wrapped up in my work as a marine biologist. Long before I got my degree, Bill Payne had put his seal of approval on my career. That’s all I needed to know. I could do the job according to Bill.

Harry, a good friend of Bill’s, needed no more than his word to know I was ready to do the work he’d set his conservancy up to do, even before I got the degree that made me a marine biologist officially.

I had time on my hands and fond memories as far as work was concerned. I loved fishing. Being with Ivan, the boy I loved, made the work enjoyable. I felt like I was living in a fairytale, except we were two boys. Most fairy tales were about princes and princesses.

It didn’t hurt my feelings a bit. I wouldn’t change anything.

The fairytale ended the year we both turn eighteen. The fairytale turned into an Edgar Allan Poe tale and man mysteries were left unanswered. Ivan promised to clear up the mystery and tell the tale of his years away once he reflected on it for a while.

Ivan was home and going great guns. I was still mystified by him as well as in love with him. We were a long way from eighteen.

Seeing Ivan sprout wings and begin to fly again made me feel like the magic we still there.

Our son was tickled pink to have his father home. I kept pinching myself now that he was home and in my arms most nights. Somehow, through it all, our love survived.

Our love did nothing to solve the problem of my future.

I wasn’t dashing back to the conservancy because it offered me security. I’d been swept up by the idea of it at seventeen. At nearly thirty I didn’t get swept up any more.

Ivan offered me an option I didn’t have before he came home. It was romantic to think of us working side by side and creating a cove empire that offered people something no one else did.

I intended to pace myself. What I did I’d do on my terms and in my time. I was lucky to have my love of the sea tied to my career.

I wasn’t sure it was enough to get me to the finish line.

Soon I’d need to tell Harry what I planned to do.

I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

*****

I avoided looking at Sea Lab when I went to the Bait Shop to see Ivan. It was a symbol of what I was avoiding. I didn’t know when or if I’d return to work and I wasn’t ready to think about it.

Sea Lab wasn’t easy to overlook. By far it was the biggest boat in a slip at the marina. Most places I went the people knew Sea Lab’s appearance and that’s how they knew the man on the bridge. Sea Lab

would forever be associated with the marine biologist Clayton Olson of the Sanibel Island Conservancy.

This had been a source of pride before. Thinking about that part of my work reminded me of why I wasn’t on her bridge. I’d already decided it wasn’t about Sea Lab. It wasn’t about Harry, even if he didn’t scold me after my Tampa performance. This was about me and my capabilities.

My life and my profession were like a dream. When I started with Harry, he built the kind of structure for me that was a dream come true. I did what Harry said and I found my way to the career I had.

It was ten years of hard work and learning and there were no regrets. I was living the dream Harry prepared for me. It was time for me to dream my own dream. I’d been put on a path I followed. It didn’t require any thought to stay on that path. It followed what seemed like a natural progression, but I’d run into a roadblock.

For the first time I was thinking like Clayton Olson and he wasn’t so sure this was what he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing. I wasn’t winning. I wasn’t even holding my own.

The reef I devoted my work to for over three years was gone. A piece of me went with it. Not only was I losing the battle to preserve the Gulf, I had lost my way and I wasn’t sure where I stood.

If I was going back to my life on Sea Lab and in the Gulf, it needed to be after I’d looked at the costs as well as the reward. I needed to go back as Clayton Olson, marine biologist, working with the Sanibel Island Conservancy to preserve a clean Gulf of Mexico.

Going back as Harry’s boy or the Sanibel Island Conservancy’s marine biologist wasn’t accurate. I’d earned my stripes. I’d made mistakes that I compounded in Tampa. I needed to come out of it my own man who didn’t need to steal Harry’s audience to make my point.

That couldn’t happen again.

*****

When Ivan stepped outside the door as I was leaving the shop, I was facing the marina. I found myself looking at Sea Lab. Its high profile made it stand out beside the low houseboats and Mr. Aleksa’s long sleek fishing boat, the Boris.

“It’s OK if you go back to work. We’re fine, Clay. I want your help and especially your ideas, but nothing we do is as important as what you do in the Gulf,” Ivan said. He turned to look toward the Sea Lab. Our shoulders were touching and he intertwined his fingers in mine in a way that wasn’t obvious to anyone but us.

“I’ll probably go back, Ivan, but not yet,” I said. “I’m still not ready. At this point I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready.”

“Take your time, babe. I’m here for you no matter what you decide.”

Up until August, looking at Sea Lab made me want to pinch myself. How had I been so fortunate to rate so much in the way of tools to do my job? People wanted me to have the best of everything to study the Gulf and the things in it. It was overwhelming.

I wasn’t thirty and my platform was larger than most much older marine biologists. I was on the cutting edge of a new breed of marine biologist, but hardly the first of the breed. Once Harry was a senator, I wouldn’t be speaking for myself, or even for the Sanibel Island Conservancy. I’d be speaking for Senator Harry McCallister of Florida. The first time I was called on to speak for Harry the candidate for the senate, I’d embarrassed myself and Harry. He wouldn’t say so

because of how much he had invested in me, but if there was an hour in my life I could take back, it would be the hour in Tampa the night Harry announced for the United States Senate.

If I hadn’t done that, I could go back. A year ago I was on top of the world in the field of marine biology. Then, Ivan came home. Congressman Harry McCallister would most certainly be elected to the senate. My job would be to stand beside him and support him. At seventeen, when I signed onto Harry’s idea for the conservancy, he was a rich guy and my father’s boss. It was the kind of thing that could make a boy dream someone else’s dream. It seemed perfect at the time. After I took the bait, my father’s boss became a congressman.

Once he was elected to congress, I didn’t know what to call him. When I tried to call him congressman, he said, ‘You came along before I was a congressman. I’m Harry to you, Clay. I’ll always be Harry to you.”

Harry was smart. He knew what to say to a kid who had taken a bite out of life bigger than he was and so Harry was always Harry.

Once I was done in Tampa, I had to face the music. It wasn’t professional. It was downright childish. No matter where I went from now on, they’d point at me and say, ‘He’s the one who made a fool out of himself when Harry announced for the senate,’ and those words haunted me. It was a blunder I might not recover from.

Since we were always on home turf when I was with him, calling him Harry didn’t raise any eyebrows. As a senator, I wasn’t sure how it would change. I didn’t want it to change. I liked our beach and I liked going into the Gulf to do what I did.

Harry’s stage was growing. When I stood beside him, I’d be standing in front of the nation and it scared me about as much as that first day I went fishing and when I looked back, the land disappeared.

I didn’t know I wanted to be called on to appear in the halls of power. I’d come to a crossroad in my life and the direction I intended to take would be one I was comfortable taking. It wasn’t clear what that direction might be. I did have options.

This had me assessing and reassessing what I did. People with means were people of means because they made a point of gathering wealth along the way. Wealth in itself didn’t mean much to me but when people used their wealth to help me do what I did, I noticed.

Harry was wealthy and powerful. He didn’t need more wealth or more power. What he wanted was to protect the beauty of our picturesque beaches, the cove, and the Gulf of Mexico. I was all in for that mission.

Harry got his wealth the old fashioned way, he inherited it. Along with the wealth he inherited his father’s passion to keep our pristine setting pristine. In this day and age, that was a major undertaking.

In the Gulf and the cove, everyone knew me and what I did. I called my own shots and did things my way. Harry was my boss but the only thing he did these days was look at my notes and take me to the Gulf Club for lunch. I was the marine biologist and Harry let me do my job my way.

Being associated with Harry gave me chills when I sat in front of the state legislators or congressmen. The idea of sitting in front of senators, telling the story of the Gulf and the threats to it, was a responsibility I didn’t know I wanted.

When Harry brought out the newspapers after my performance in Tampa, I was mortified. My small voice in Tampa grew to a shout with far away echoes. I’d made my case and people reacted from a thousand miles away. I didn’t know I could do this.

It scared me. What I’d done in Tampa in August scared me. I got sick at my stomach when the Tampa debacle came to mind. Harry had stepped onto the national stage. I wasn’t sure I was cut out to step up on that stage with him.

In some ways I felt like that eighteen year old kid who got swept up in Harry’s dream all those years ago. No one but Harry and Bill Payne knew what I had to say or think. Until the last couple of years, I believed Harry knew everything I knew about my work.

Harry brushed it off, reminding me, ‘You’re on a national stage now, Clayton. Everything a senator does or says is news. Everything his surrogates say and do is capable of making news.’

I cared about my work but I wasn’t as sure of myself as I once was. I never trained to be a public speaker. I did it because I was expected to do it, but did I want to say things that would have an impact on Senator McCallister’s work and career?

*****

On the days I went to visit Ivan at the Bait Shop, Sea Lab was the most impressive sight in the cove. Its upper decks and bridge towered above the rest of the boats in the slips. You couldn’t miss Sea Lab if you were looking toward the cove.

I missed Sea Lab. It had become part of who I was. It represented what I did. It would likely be part of me again, but not yet. Above all, Sea Lab represented the hope and expectations of the Sanibel Island Conservancy and the people there who worked to keep me on top of what I did.

None of that had changed. Harry hadn’t changed.

I’d been changed.

*****

Almost as soon as Ivan returned with Boris, my career began to come apart. The work was still waiting to be done but I wasn’t there doing it. I’d hit the dividing line between what I could do and what I wanted to do.

It was no one’s fault. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t ready to go as fast as I’d gone the last ten years. Maybe I wasn’t ready for Ivan to return home like a bolt out of the blue. Maybe my life was shaken to the core when Ivan did return.

Maybe I was tired and I needed a break from my passion for the sea. Maybe I didn’t have what it took to keep fighting a losing battle. Maybe I could go back refreshed and ready for action, but not yet.

*****

Ivan had a dream and he was making it come true. I was going to help in any way I could, but I needed my own dream.

Something more than Ivan being home and in my arms at night.

Intellectually my dream complimented Ivan’s. I once dreamed i would save the Gulf. I was having trouble saving myself these days.

I wondered if saving the Gulf of Mexico for a little while longer would it be enough. If it was enough, could I make the men who would spoil the Gulf pay a high enough price that it made them think about the damage they were doing?

I could if Harry showed the way but Harry was going to be a senator and he hadn’t been home since Tampa. He was trying to get the important people to back his run for the United States Senate.

I wasn’t ready to swim with sharks. I didn’t know if I was cut out to swim in the sea of big fish.

*****

The following Monday I took Ivan meatloaf sandwiches and a Tupperware container of steaming hot mashed potatoes and gravy. We’d eaten all the kale at Sunday dinner and I cut some carrot and celery sticks. When I reached into the pickle jar, I found only pickle juice, I made a mental note to stop at Piggly Wiggly.

When I arrived just before one, Ivan and Taggart were laying bricks. I walked over to watch.

“Taggart, you’re skipping school to work on the new shop?”

“Teachers meeting at the high school,” Taggart said. “Go ahead and get your lunch, boss. I’ll keep going while you eat.”

I watched as Taggart slapped mortar on a brick and placed it down on some mortar he put the brick on. He nudged the brick with his trowel handle to be sure it was in place and he did it all over again.

“Yes, well if you go any faster I’ll just let you lay the bricks, Tag,” Ivan said, watching Taggart’s fluid motion.

“It’s all in the wrist,” Taggart said, showing off his form.

“Yes, it may well be, and I’ve got wrists, there must be something else to it,” Ivan said, as we headed for the Bait Shop.

*****

I didn’t stay when Ivan was in the middle of something. I watched him smile as he unloaded the bag. I took one half his first sandwich, our usual routine, and excused myself as I watched Ivan dig into the still steaming mashed potatoes and gravy.

I smiled as I left.

I’d told Mama I’d be back for a glass of iced tea and a chat before I left to pick Dylan up at three. I parked the Chevy and when I opened the front door, a rush of delightful smells met me. Mama was baking apple strudel. That was something she usually made when company was coming.

We’d drink coffee with fresh baked goods. She’d want to know my plans but everything I did by the first day of autumn was predictable.

I knew what Mama wanted to hear was, ‘…And I’m going back to work tomorrow.’

Mama was more relaxed about my ambition than Pop, but Mama didn’t work for Harry and she was worried about her son’s well being.

With the light fading earlier each day, Ivan would be at the dinner table every evening, which meant he was in my bed at night. As I sat drinking coffee, I counted my blessings as Mama removed baked goods from the oven. I always got a sample if I was fortunate enough to be in the kitchen at such a time. Having only a half meatloaf sandwich for lunch meant I could eat sweets.

*****

Bill Payne, a marine research biologist these days, and the man who taught me everything I knew about marine biology, qualified as my mentor. Imagine my surprise when I answered a knock on the front door and I found Bill there.

“Bill, come in. Are you ever in luck. Mama just took apple strudel out of the oven,” I said.

“I never turn down an offer like that. Call it good planning, Clay. How are you? My you look good.”

“How long has it been, Bill? You’re certainly looking fit and tanned,” I said, leading him through the dining room into the kitchen.

“In front of Harry’s committee. I was late and I joined you at the conference table where we testified. We didn’t get to chat because Harry grabbed me right after my testimony,” Bill said.

“Yes, that was it. Mama, we have a guest. I was bragging about your baking,” I said, pulling a chair out at the kitchen table.

“Haven’t seen you in ages, Mr. Payne,” Mama said.

“Just Bill, Mrs. Olson. It’s nice to see you again and that smell could make an addict out of me, I’m afraid.”

The three of us sat in the kitchen table eating strudel and drinking coffee.

“I was doing research in the Atlantic when I showed up for that hearing, Clay. Now I’ve been working in the Pacific the last ten months. It’s a remarkable body of water. Every dive is an experience.”

Mama got up to remove the lemon drop cookies from the oven. She filled a plate with the cookies and brought it back with her.

“Those smell wonderful,” Bill said, closing his eyes to sniff.

Mama left the plate and went back for the coffee pot to refill our coffee cups before she sat back down.

“We’ve been away on my research vessel for most of the year studying the Great Barrier Reef, where I was nearly scared out of my wits,” Bill said, pausing for a sip of coffee. “It was a reminder why a SCUBA diver must always be alert to what’s in the water with him. I learned my lesson, I don’t mind telling you.”

Mama was all ears and I enjoyed Bill’s tales. He was a master at spinning yarns about the sea. He kept his students mesmerized with his stories.”

“I’d been on a dive. It was time to surface. I long ago stopped tempting fate and when my watch says it’s time to go, I surface. I’d been in an outcropping. It hid my presence while offering a fine view of the section of reef with a variety of sea creatures living there. We’d been diving there all week,” he said. “It’s easy to become complacent when a routine has become routine.”

“I kicked off from my perch among the rocks. As I drifted above my hiding place, something caught my eye, or I had caught something’s eye. I came face to face with a fifteen foot Great White. They have the biggest blackest eyes you’ve ever seen, Clay. They propel themselves effortlessly. What do you do when you find yourself looking into the eyes of a great white?”

“Great white?” Mama asked.

“It’s a big shark. ‘It swims, eats, and makes little sharks,’ according to the expert in the movie Jaws, but he also eats large fishing boats in the movie. I’d take its subterfuge with a grain of salt,” Bill said.

“What do you do when a great white looks at you?” Bill asked.

“I can think of two things I won’t mention in front of my mother,” I said.

Bill laughed.

“I was too frightened by his sudden appearance to do either. It gives new meaning to the phrase, scared stiff. In all my years of diving I’d never been in a situation like that before. I’ve accidentally stumbled onto manta rays a few times and I’ve been face to face with a hungry looking barracuda, but usually they’re as anxious to get clear of me as I am to get clear of them. I make it a point to know what’s in the water with me but there are surprises. The great white was on one side of the reef, I was on the other side. After I started to surface, he moved into view. He saw my motion and he swam toward me to see if I might be lunch. That brought us face to face,” Bill said, sipping more coffee.

“He obviously didn’t eat you, Bill. What did he do?” I asked.

“I was hanging suspended in the water, using up far too much air for my own good. I didn’t move. I knew any motion would only focus his attention on me. They don’t see well, you know, but as close as he was, he couldn’t miss me. He could just as easily have taken off one of my legs as he went past. See if he wanted the rest of me for a noonday snack,” Bill said wide eyed.

“I don’t know how close he came. I’d swear I could have touched him. He kept moving away. That little diversion meant my air was about to run out. I got to within ten feet of the surface, doing a proper ascent, mind you, when my air ran out. It didn’t come as a surprise. I held what air I had in my lungs and surfaced. It was my lucky day.” he said, finishing his coffee with a final gulp.

“Marine biology must be quite an occupation,” Mama said.

“It’s my first love. While I was teaching Clayton what I knew, I knew he was the future of marine biology. The old birds like me began to get wet once Cousteau set the standard for the research biologists. To this day many of the older men of our breed have never been diving. They let assistants collect data for them to study.”

When Pop came in from work at three in the afternoon, I didn’t think about it being unusual. He was his own boss but he didn’t come home for lunch and he left work at five on most days. Pop had learned to pace himself but I’d never known him to come home at three in the afternoon.

“Can I tempt you with a little brandy, Bill?” Pop asked, after kissing Mama’s cheek. “Apple strudel.”

“That would be a fine way to finish a delightful visit, John,” Bill said. “Mrs. Olson, you are no doubt one of the finest cooks it’s my pleasure to know. Your delicacies are without equal. Thank you.”

Mama blushed.

“Clay, he’s your guest. Join us,” Pop said. “A taste of brandy with friends in the afternoon is one of life’s joys.”

I guess I was officially a man. Pop rarely gave me a personal invitation to join in the brandy ritual. When Harry or Captain Popov came during the holidays, I joined in without being asked. Brandy was a rare treat reserved for special occasions.”

“Lucy is bringing Dylan home with her. I called and told her you had company,” Mama said.

Mama hadn’t left the kitchen since I came back from the cove. I only left Mama to answer the door. Strudel. Bill Payne. Pop home early from work. Lucy bringing Dylan home from school. I was beginning to see a larger picture that hadn’t developed completely.

“Thanks, Mama. I almost forgot about my son,” I said, embarrassed to admit it.

Pop poured three drinks on the tray the brandy decanter stayed on in his study. He took the tray to Bill, then he stood in front of me, and I took a glass. He put the tray back in its place, taking his glass before sitting in his chair.

He offered a toast, raising his glass in my direction.

“To the future.”

I was certain my father aimed his toast at me.

I felt butterflies.

*****

As I lay here next to my sleeping long distance boyfriend a part of me actually can’t believe I’m doing this and the other part is wondering why I hadn’t done it sooner. 

I’ve read plenty of sex stories on all different websites jerking off to the ones that caught my attention and what I was into and wanted at that time. But now as a 23 year old I never thought I would be writing one. 

Is it a story though that’s what I’m thinking as I write this I’m not sure what it is or what’s it going to be or become. 

I know most guys are just looking to read about some hot sweaty sex to get them worked up as they pump their cocks and to cum and I can’t blame them and I’m surprised if anyone carries on reading past this point because clearly I ain’t getting straight into the sex side well at least not yet.

But as I lay here next to my now snoring and moaning in his sleep long distance boyfriend i can’t help but be annoyed I had so many expectations about being in a relationship especially sexwise which have definitely not been met. 

Yet still I stay with him because is sex really that important because once us guys have got our rocks off the post nut clarity kicks in and we start to think about real stuff and feel real shit. But I also think to myself sex is important and if my sexual needs ain’t being met then I need to find something to do to meet them. I watch porn and all other sex stuff and the sex looks so good and god gets me hard like a rock but when I fuck my boyfriend to be honest I barely feel anything and I mostly want it to be over.

In all honesty people reading this nothing to me feels better then jerking off yourself and just being able to be in control and you know what yourself likes and you know what you need in that moment. Whatever u want to watch or read or have in the background or even just think about you have got it. You have your clothes off legs spread laying in your bed so comfy but so tense with your cock hard as you pump it. You can play with your balls not too roughly or soft just as you like it. You can even put a finger or two inside yourself just to feel more. But nothing feels better as your pumping away and you start to feel your balls tighten and you wonder do you edge yourself to make it last longer or do you go fully in feeling the climax as you orgasm and moan as loud as you want and feel the hot cum shoot out of you and land on your stomach or chest hell I’ve even had it shoot so far once it landed on my face.

I’m not bashing relationships at all if you have a great sex life with yours then that’s great and I’m not jealous at all ok maybe a little or maybe a lot lol. But let’s be honest if we was in a happy sexually drived relationship none of us would be here on this website would we.

As I write this I’m feeling my semi hard cock through my boxers wondering if I should touch myself and fulfill the need I feel so desperately to cum. But I can’t because long distance boyfriend is such a light sleeper and would most likely complain so I lay here practically with blue balls and most of you lucky guys get to play with your dicks out in the open in your rooms and getting your rocks off and being able to cum when you want. I’m not jealous again maybe a lot lol.

I’m the top in the relationship and yeah I do enjoy it but I’m gonna be completely honest because I can and let’s be honest no one else is gonna really say anything because we are all using our secret emails and being as Annonymos as we can be lol. I don’t want to be a top. I want to be a bottom I want a guy bigger than me to have his way with me. I want to be dominated and be put in any position he wants me to be in and I want him to have a ginormous cock to plow into my bubble butt that doesn’t get used at all and craves a massive dick and a alpha of a man to enter me and claim it as his own. I just wanna say I have tried to bottom for my boyfriend and he had tried to top but the height difference practically made most positions impossible I’m 6ft 3 and he’s 5ft 5. When he did eventually get his dick in it just hurt and he didn’t know how to use it right.

I guess you can say this is why I’m writing this and this is why it’s my Forbidden Fantasy. I have so many fantasys and this is gonna be my way of getting them out and experiencing them someway and in some shape or form.

It’s also my way of admitting I crave big dick I want to be fucked so hard I can’t walk afterwards. I want to be dominated and to be shown who’s the boss. 

This is the start of my Forbidden Fantasy and I’m gonna write down every single one of them that I want and crave and if you wanna follow the ride go ahead or if you don’t that’s understandable and I hope you are able to cum and hope your orgasm is big reading someone else’s.

Until the next time which I don’t know when will be but I’m gonna try and sneak a jerk in. I’m gonna sit in my gaming chair and pump my dick fast but carefully and god there’s gonna be lots of cum because I haven’t touched myself in days. Luckily there is tissue in my room. 

Peace out and until the next time you horny buggers and myself too.

My uncles cock was so big and stiff  I could hardly get my fingers around it.

“Do you like it Lucas?” he asked

I nodded yes and gave the cock a nice squeeze, it felt really good and sooooooo hard.

He was sitting naked on the bed and I was just in my under briefs which were bulging with my own erection. I was just twenty one and my uncle in his early sixties but  randy as hell,

“Wank it for me Lucas, wank it up and down” he said and I began to toss his prick.

It was such a lovely looking cock, nicely shaped, un cut and with a smooth fleshy knob head that needed sucking.

“Do you want me to suck on it uncle?” I asked and he smiled broadly.

“Fuck yes lad, give it a good sucking”.

I looked closely at the cock my mouth watering and then I just slipped the knob inside and started to suck on it.

I gobbled his prick taking more in my mouth whilst tugging on his cum loaded balls.

“That feels so good Lucas lad, you’ve obviously done this before”.

I nodded yes  keeping his big cock in my mouth and letting my tongue roll all over it.

He began to moan as I pleasured his prick and balls my mouth a hot sucking cum drainer.

I sucked him for about twenty minutes, getting him right to the edge and then stopping. His cock was just so fucking lovely I wanted to suck it all day long.

Having edged him to unbearable lengths I finally sucked him too completion letting his spunk shoot wildly into my mouth and down my throat.

I kept his cock inside my mouth for some time, licking, sucking and draining every drop from his suck sore prick.

“Fuck! Lucas that was incredible and you’ve swallowed all my cum lad” he said finally pulling from my mouth.

I rolled onto my back and stuck my hands down my underpants for a wank.

“I’ll do that for you lad” said my uncle and he replaced my hand with his own and wanked my cock inside my pants.

I was soon spurting in my under briefs and my uncle’s hand was full of my cum and giving me a spunky finish to the wank.

It was my uncle who had made the first move on me. He knew I was gay and took advantage of the fact one day by coming up behind me and stroking my arse.

“Nice arse Lucas lad” he said.

I turned around quickly he was so close I could smell his ‘Old Spice’ aftershave. His dark brow eyes bore into mine and he just leaned in and kissed me. sticking his tongue into my mouth.

My excitement was evident, my cock straining in my jeans and his crotch pressing against mine so that I could feel his bulge.

“How about letting your old uncle suck on your dick lad>” he said breaking away from my lips and kneeling before me.

He soon had my stiff aching cock out my jeans and was soon munching on it and sucking the pre cum out of me.

“Oh! Uncle this is really wrong but it feels so good. Oh! Fuck you’ll make me cum”.

I couldn’t hold back with uncle sucking me even harder and my spunk was soon gushing headlong into his mouth.

I looked down and watched as he slurped and dripped my semen all around my cock before gobbling all up again. He was sure making a meal of my dick at the same time milking my balls dry.

His mouth didn’t stop for ages and my suck sore knob quivered with post orgasmic sensitivity making me yank my cock from his cum loaded mouth.

He stood up and pressed his creamy lips to mine letting me taste my own spunk as it slipped from mouth to mouth.

“Swallow it lad, it’s full of goodness” he said “It’s really sweet and delicious. Fuck! So good”.

From that day he made it his business to always have sex with me whenever we met.

The first time I saw his cock had me bug eyed, I’d never seen such a hot stiff specimen.

We were in the shower together on a camping holiday and he grabbed my hand and put it on his dick.  I was just out of the closet and at nineteen was keen to get myself some gay sex anywhere I could.

“Does it feel nice Lucas? Can you feel it throbbing in your hand?”

It was throbbing alright and hot as fuck so whilst I wanted to get down and suck it off I just wanked it till my uncle’s juicy sperm shot across my own soapy cock.

“Good lad” he said “I needed that so bad” then he knelt down and sucked me right off using his own spunk to froth my knob up. It was fucking amazing.

Two weeks later I was discussing my uncle’s big dick with my gay friend Joe, he was the same age and like me interested in a lot of cock especially big ones.

“Fuck! I’d like to see your uncles dick if its that big” said Joe “Do you think he’d show me it?”

“He’d show you it alright” I said “He’d even shove it down your fucking throat”.

Joe grinned and said that he’d like that very much and then asked me if I’d taken my uncles cock up my arse”.

“He’s not fucked me yet” I said “But hell I want him to try”.

So the two of us were up for a fucking, we just had to get my uncle to fuck us.

Of course my randy uncle wad keen to meet Joe when I told him about his desire to see his big cock.

We got together one afternoon and after a lot of sexy talk the three of us ended up on my uncle’s bed naked and sporting huge erections. Joe was wide eyed looking at my uncles impressively big prick and was soon licking it from balls to knob whilst my uncle moaned.

I joined in too my tongue licking up one side of my uncle’s cock whilst Joe licked the other. Our mouths met at my uncle’s hot knob and our tongues

lapped feverishly over the rampant helmet extracting pre cum from the tip.

“Lad’s that’s fucking great” said my uncle stroking our heads “I’ve never seen so much pre cum ooze from my cock”.

Joe tried to deep throat the monster while I sucked my uncles balls. His mouth engulfing the cock but then choking and spluttering in his attempt to swallow it.

After several attempts it was clear that my uncles prick was too big for him and so instead we got ourselves into a sixty nine position with my uncle sucking on both our cocks whilst we sucked and gnawed a his.

We must have slurped and gobbled for some twenty minutes. Uncle had his mouth full with both our stiff dicks and we were happy passing his cock from mouth to mouth and sucking him to the edge time and time again.

It got more interesting when my uncle slipped his fingers into our arseholes as he sucked us making us moan like crazy. He was jiggling his fingers against our young prostates and we were in fucking raptures.

It was time to stop sucking cock and ask the question.

“Do you want to fuck us both uncle?”

He didn’t answer at first but after removing our cocks from his mouth he said “Hell yes!”.

Joe was keen to try first so he let my uncle position him on all fours to fuck him like a dog.

There was a certain fear in Joe’s eyes as he tensed his back and waited for my uncle’s big cock. Uncle lubed up Joe’s hairy arsehole with KY and then worked some of it onto his fuck randy dick.

I watched eagerly as my uncle pressed his lube shiny knob against Joe’s glistening arsehole.

“Relax lad and it will slide in lovely” said my uncle.

I got in front of Joe and leaned over to pull his bum cheeks apart. I had a good view as my uncle pushed his cock in and was able to stifle Joe’s moans by slipping my prick in his mouth.

My uncle’s cock slid in inch by inch , each inch causing a greater groan from Joe as he sucked on my cock.

I was amazed at how Joe’s hole stretched wide to take the monster prick and I was pretty jealous that it was not me taking it as my hole was fucking jumping.

My uncle started to fuck Joe and he fucked him with little mercy considering Joe’s hole had never been fucked. Joe was almost howling and gripping the bed covers white knuckled as my uncle really laid into him.

“Me next” I hollered “Give me some of that£ and I pulled my cock from Joe’s mouth and got on all fours beside my friend. I grabbed the KY and greased my hole up sticking two fingers right inside myself to lube me deep.

“So you want fucking too our Lucas and I’m going to fuck you lad” said my uncle pulling from Joe and pressing his hot knob to my arse. Joe collapsed on the bed whimpering , his arsehole gaping wide and crimson. My uncle spared me no mercy either. his hot randy cock stretching my arsehole open as he shoved his cock in.

“Oh! Fuck!” I hollered “Oh! Fuck! Uncle!”

My uncle was going to fuck alright and he didn’t hesitate to get his nine inches up my arse.

“Fuck!” It hurt like hell at first but then as I got used to the thrust and arse packed feeling I began to enjoy the fuck.

Joe looked on his eyes wide his hand wanking his dick.

“Get on top of Lucas” said my uncle to Joe “Then I’ll be able to fuck you both from arse to arse”.

That sounded like a fun thing to do so Joe lay on top of my back so that both our arseholes were at my uncle’s disposal.

It was great feeling my uncles cock dipping into me knowing it was going to be dipped into Joe, back and forth at some speed. Joe was holding on to my cock and we were both yelping as my uncle fucked our arses. We were soon gaping open and longing for the cock to keep fucking us even complaining when it was not our turn for it’s penetration.

Boy did my uncle fuck us both, he was panting and grunting and shafting both of us like crazy.

“I’ll give you both some cum guys if I can” said my uncle getting close to spurting.

Both Joe and I wanted my uncles spunk shot inside us, both greedy for his load.

“Here it comes lads” he suddenly hollered and he pumped a load of spunk up my arse and then quickly slipped from me and spunked some more into Joe’s hot hairy gaping hole.

Joe was tossing me off and once my uncle had pulled from my cum dripping hole Joe stuck his cock into me and began to pump his creamy load up my well spunked arsehole.

I was last to cream off aided by my uncle who was keen to suck the cum from my balls.

His expert sucking soon had me crying out and spurting my sperm down his hungry gullet.

Afterwards the three of us lay on our backs on the bed. Uncle had his arms around both of us and kissed us back and forth dipping his hot tongue into our mouths. We had our hands on my uncles cock and balls, gently coaxing it to stiffen up again  as our twitchy sore holes needed more fucking.

It was a pretty hot session and soon to be repeated thankfully.

My uncles cock twitched  and grew in my hand and Joe got down on it and sucked the knob with a passion.

“I’m ready to fuck you again you greedy lads” said my uncle. “Is that what you both want?” ,

Joe looked at me, his devilish good looks easy on the eye.

“What do you think?” he said pulling his bum cheeks wide.

Part one

In my apartment

As a lot of strange encounters begin, I’m playing on the internet in all the wrong places. A guy emails me to tell me likes a few of my stories I post here and there. He says he’s read my profile and seen my profile picture and would like me to wear some panties for him. He says it makes him horny watching guys in panties jerk off for him on Snapchat. Well, I’m not young, or cute, or sexy. I’m just a middle-aged guy looking for love in all the wrong places. I’ve never worn ladies’ panties. I’m alone a lot and really don’t have anyone to hang out with much less have sex with. This guy is fun, talks dirty to me, so I wanted to do something naughty for him. To be clear, I’ve only dreamed of being with another guy. Sometimes as weird and scary as the internet can be, when everyone is just screennames and anonymous persons, there is really no way things can go too far. Or so I thought.

‘Mandeleter’ asked me where I live. I told him Seattle. I live in Spokane. He just said ‘LOL’. He sent me some pictures of panties he liked and where I could buy them. Most were just cheap Walmart things. But on the Adan and Eve site, there were some really kinky ones. These weren’t ladies’ panties. They were pink satin sissy panties. There was a little satin tube in the front that your dingy would slip into. In the back was a one-inch round hole with lace accents for easy access to your ‘you know what’. (Back door!) Well, I’m not a sissy, I thought to myself. I took some time on my day off to shop at Walmart, then I went to the Adam and Eve store to buy them anyway. Strangely enough, as soon as I was in the store, my phone buzzed notifying me I have a text. ‘Mandeleter’ had an additional request. He told me to find, and also purchase, an item called the ‘Violator’. My eyes widened when I saw it. The cute 20-year-old girl clerk just laughed. I shyly picked it off the rack and quickly check out, walking fast to my car. This was odd, I thought. I was glad he asked me to add to the list while I was still in the store, as it’s a long way from home. His timing was lucky for me. 

In the safety of my apartment, I opened the packages I’d purchased. In the plastic shopping bag from Walmart were 5 pairs of panties. Two were thong back, one black lace and one white lace. Two more were full coverage granny types. A two pack, so both beige. The last was a Playtex hipster, I guess you’d call it. It will tightly cover most of my bottom half. The fabric is rubbery. The lower panel is wide and thick. It will be tight and support my little dick and balls snuggly under there. The top will go up hugging my hips well. My butt should look tight and round in them, like the lady in the picture on the package. I took them out of the bag and held them up in front of me. They might be a little tight, I thought. 

My phone buzzed again. ‘Mandeleter’ was back. TEXT “If you have them home, you should try some on to be sure they fit you all right.”

Looking around, I felt like he was right there in the bedroom with me. But, of course, he wasn’t. I texted back, TEXT “I’ll try them all on tonight.” I hoped that would keep him at bay until later. 

The sissy panties were the coolest! Soft and silky. The little dicky sleeve in front looked very inviting. I felt a little twinge in my shorts. My hard dick will feel really nice sliding into that, I thought. The ass access hole in the back was a little much though. But the silky fabric made me want to wear them almost right away. It was still early afternoon. I pulled the blinds, locked the front door, and in the quiet privacy of my small apartment bathroom, I stripped off my jeans and shorts. I could feel the silky panties as they slipped up my bare legs. They felt amazing! Now I can see why all those sissy guys in the trans porn videos wear this stuff! Before I could get them up around my waist, I was hard. I carefully slipped my dick inside the sleeve and slowly lifted them the rest of the way on. They were a bit snug, but I liked that. The sleeve was pointing straight out, with my dick head barely peeking out the end. It was tight and felt awesome. I wanted to grab it and start rubbing one out, but I had one more thing to unwrap. 

As most of you probably know, ‘The Violator’ is a huge, 14 inch long, black rubber dildo. There is a picture of a huge black guy with a monster cock on the label. It has thick purple veins bulging out everywhere, a big set of black balls at the base, and a huge, nasty looking cock head. This one was the smallest ‘Violator’ they sold. The package says it’s 14 inches long and 5 inches around. The balls are as big as apricots. The head is bigger than the girth of the shaft with a large hole in the tip of it. The package says you can squeeze, and it will suck up liquid, then squirt it back out when you squeeze it again. I tried it with some water. I covered my mirror and splashed a bunch in my face the first time. I better be more careful with this thing! 

My phone buzzed. TEXT “Have you tried on any of the things you bought today? I’ll bet you have.”

I shyly replied, ‘I had’. I pointed my phone at my erect penis in the pink satin panties and sent him a shot. My phone buzzed again. Snapchat was enabled and he wanted me to accept. I was warm and shaking a little bit. But my dick was still stiff and wanting release. TEXT “Stroke it for me, my new faggot friend.” I touched the accept button and started to rub the sleeve with my fingers. Soon my fingers were tightly wrapped around my silk clad cock stroking and squeezing it. I could hear him talking, telling me what a fag I am. I wanted to mute him, but I didn’t. All I could think of was jerking off. Well, it didn’t take long. As a matter of fact, it was most likely the quickest orgasm I’d ever had. I came all over the sink and the floor. I gasped and was trying to catch my breath. It was more than just a little orgasm. It could have been the most intense one ever, too. 

When I’d composed myself, he was gone. I was glad. Once I had released, I was ready for a beer and a sandwich. Ha!

Later that night he was on the phone again. This time he called me. Surprisingly enough, it was just as I tried on the Playtex panties from Walmart. As I pulled them on, it seemed like they were more like a girdle. Tight and stretchy, fully covering and tightening my body under my tummy. I was naked otherwise, and back in the bathroom. I had been thinking about the earlier orgasm and wanted to try it again. With him here, I wasn’t sure it would be the same, but it was. 

“You like wearing the girl’s underwear, don’t you, you little faggot?”

” I guess I do. You certainly could tell earlier, I suppose. But I’m not a fag, if you wouldn’t call me that again, please.”

“Whatever you want to believe, my new friend. But when you dress like you want to attract a man to fuck you like a whore, and you get off doing it, you are a faggot. So, accept it, bitch.”

“Bitch?” I froze. My dick tingled again. It was growing quickly in the tight rubbery panties. “Why did you call me a bitch?”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” 

I didn’t speak. My hand was sliding down, over the rubbery panties, cupping my dick and balls. I was already hard and dripping cum. I was in a daze. But I jumped when my phone buzzed. 

Snapchat.

I quickly accepted his request. “Show me your face, bitch.”

I bit my lip and moved the phone up to my face. “Where is ‘The Violator?” I glanced to the side where the huge dildo was resting on my sink. “Pick it up and put the head in your mouth, bitch.”

I didn’t hesitate. I was so fucking hard! One hand trying to hold the phone steady and the other holding a giant size man cock. I squeezed it. I little water was still inside. It spit a long stream right in my face. I heard ‘Mandeleter’ laugh. His voice was deep, manly and stern. I tried not to notice him. But couldn’t turn the phone away or stop him from calling me a bitch. I opened wide, slipping it between my trembling lips. “The Violator’ was wet and slippery, and very big around. I had to open even wider to get it inside my mouth. I heard myself let out a straining “Ahhhh…fuck!”

“Good little bitch! Set the phone on the silk so I can see you sucking that cock. You are going to jerk off onto your phone for me. Let me see you cum, you fucking bitch!”

He was so forceful! I loved it! I did everything he told me. Not because I was his to order around, but because I was alone, safe in my home. And whatever play this was, it was working for me too. I pushed the huge cock inside my mouth, sucking and choking on it, like it was a real cock to be serviced. He was calling me a bitch and cock sucker and telling me how hard he was going to fuck me when he gets me alone. I’d pulled the panties down in front, exposing my dick so I could work it. I was vigorously jerking off. It was amazing! Having the huge cock filling my mouth made me feel helpless like I was gagged from screaming or begging for this to stop. I felt like a kidnap victim being abused by captors. I kept stroking. I gave the cock a good hard squeeze as I shoved it in even deeper. Some water squirted out of the tip again, into my throat. When that happened, surprising me, I choked and came at the same time. I was choking and gasping for air. Water and saliva were spewing from my mouth. Cum was all over my phone and the floor too. “Oh, my fucking God!” This was nuts!

‘Mandeleter’ was gone. I was exhausted, barely able to stand. My breathing was deep and fast. I was laughing. This was a crazy, sexy, naughty way to pleasure myself. But I was all in now.

I waited for the call. He wasn’t following up. A few days went by. Maybe that was it? I was very disappointed. I’d found a jerk-off buddy, and I liked it. All sorts of emotions were flowing through me. I didn’t like him abandoning me. I was sad. I wore the panties and sucked the dildo a few more times. But it wasn’t the same at all. Soon the stuff I’d bought found its way to the back of my closet, a distant memory. 

 Then, one day after work, there was a package on my doorstep. It hadn’t been mailed or shipped to me. There was no label. But my name was nicely printed on the top. I took it inside and quickly opened it. I knew it was from him. But wait. This just got really creepy. I took more time pulling the tape off the package and opening it. My mind was racing as I opened the top of the box. I was so excited! Does he want me back? Geees, I’m all giddy like a schoolgirl having her first crush!

The note in the box was nice. He missed me. He wanted us to have more fun. He has some ways to step up our time together. Some ways to stimulate our relationship even more. I was confused until I pulled off the packing paper and examined the gift he had left there on my porch. 

Right on top was an iPhone stand so you can make your own home movies. A little tripod and a clamp for my phone. But under that was more of a surprise.

I’ve never seen these sorts of toys before. I guess I’ve missed these areas in the porn sites somehow. There were a few items including some really weird nipple clamps, a mouth gag of some kind and a cock and balls strap to wear when I jerk off. His note said the pain of the nipple clamps, the distraction the plug in my ass and the cock strap will extend my pleasure for a longer time, and his too. This was getting serious. But I missed him too. And mostly, I missed the crazy orgasms I’d experienced. I wanted more. Lots more. And here it is, looking me right in the face.

The nipple clamps weren’t little clips. They were big pink rubber suction cups with stiff pinchers inside. They were as big around as hockey pucks. There is a wide slit that opens like a mouth when you squeeze it. It would take in much more than just my small nipple when applied. I carefully pressed the sides of one, watching the deep, wide mouth open. I could put 3 fingers inside. When I released it, it grabbed my fingers, sucked them deeper into the cup, and wouldn’t let them go. It hurt and left a red mark. This was going to be bad. Or very good.

The cock and balls strap are two thick silicone rubber rings set together. One very wide one will wrap around the base of my dick and the other wraps up under my balls. It feels like they will fit so tight around my balls and the shaft of my dick, they will be sore, and purple in a very short time. I could barely get two fingers inside the cock ring. My dick isn’t very big, but this will be a tight squeeze. The ass plug was pretty big, too. But he included some slippery lube guaranteed to allow a Cadillac to fit into a doghouse. 

The last item is a cock gag. I’m not sure why he wants me to try this, but I did get pretty horny when the ‘Violator’ was gagging me before. This time there will be no question about what the purpose of the cock in my mouth is for. I’ll be making naughty ‘Mummph’ noises. He said he liked my sounds when I was sucking the ‘Violator’. The note continued. All of this was to stimulate me, control me and make me very uncomfortable. I shouldn’t cum for quite some time. Or, if he was right, I’ll be so horny I’ll cum before we even get started. The note ended, ‘Let’s see if it’s going to work’.

No sooner did I have these items unwrapped did my phone buzz. Another phone call. He wants to speak with me again. I looked over the weird stuff on the counter, shaking a little. I slowly lifted the phone and pressed OK. “Hello. I got your package.”

Next part.

Fucking me like a whore.

It was Sunday morning. I was alone again, as usual. He told me to set up my phone and put on the sissy panties again. I closed up the apartment. I was getting horny just hearing his voice again. I was excited he still liked me. 

“So, has my little bitch been a good girl while I’ve been away?”

My voice was trembling as I replied. I was embarrassed. “Yes… Yes sir. I’ve been good.”

“Get that phone set up, bitch. I don’t have all day. Pose on your bed in the panties, then follow my orders, or I’ll break in and fuck you like a whore. Got it?”

“Oh, Yes Sir!”

This game was scary but very fun and exciting. I almost felt like he was right outside ready to break in. I quickly set up my phone, accepted the Snapchat request, and sat on the bed. He told me to get on my hands and knees so he could see my ass. He asked me to play with ‘The Violator’ like I was jerking it off. I could tell he was taking still photos of me the entire time. But I didn’t care. I loved the attention. I’d become his sissy bitch. Whatever that is.

After he had enough of my posing for him, we began to fix me up. First, I strapped the cock gag into my mouth and buckled it around my head. It’s a 4-inch-wide vinyl band that wraps all the way around covering my mouth. It presses tight around my cheeks and head. Attached to the inside of the strap is a big round rubber dildo to fill my mouth. The strap holds it in. The part covering my mouth extends from just under my nose down to the bottom of my chin. It’s really wide and tight. The part touching my skin is a little sticky, securing it in place. The cock part is a fat rubber dildo even bigger around than ‘The Violator’. It was about 5 inches long, just deep enough to fill my mouth, pushing out my cheeks, but not quite deep enough to tickle the back of my throat. I had to open really extra wide for it to slide in between my lips and teeth. My cheeks puffed out when it went in. This thing is really fat! I hoped it wasn’t too long to give me any trouble throat gagging me. It seemed just barely short enough. But when I finished buckling it tight, I was wrong, because the tip of the dildo just barley touched the back of my throat, tickling it just a bit. It was really nasty. Once again, I mumbled an uncomfortable, “Ahhh… fuck!”

I posed for him as I secured it and when it was finally in place. He liked me looking like his little bondage model. I blushed. The gag was really uncomfortable. My mouth was extra wide open and stuffed full, and I couldn’t push the fat dildo out. But the feeling of the sticky wide vinyl strap wrapped tightly around my face got me dreaming of being his bitch, helpless and vulnerable. I got hard. 

“Well, now that you are ready for the cock and balls straps, let’s get those on next.” He must have noticed my dick was poking straight out in the silk panty sleeve. This took some doing. I was tugging and stretching the straps to make them fit. He laughed when I finally got the one around my dick. “I’ll bet that hurts.” I nodded. 

I waited quietly as he was doing something on his end. Jerking off a little was my guess. I was trying to put off pinching my nipples. But he quickly began to order me to put them on. He said he picked those out special for me. “When I first hear you gagging and trying to speak with that big dildo in your mouth, I wanted to hear you more and more. Those things are going to give me what I want. Put them on then I have one more order for you before we begin.”

Looking shyly down at the plastic package, I slowly took the first cup, squeezing it to open the sucking, biting mouth. “Put them on, bitch!”

“Oh, my fucking God!” Well, I didn’t know they would hurt this much. With just the first on, I was wincing and wiggling in pain. The first one grabbed a big chunk of my chest including my sore, tender nipple. I actually started to cry, dripping tears. I could tell my face was flushed and red looking in my bedroom wall mirror. “Mummphhh! Oh Fuck! Mummphh! Mummphh!”

‘Mandeleter’ scolded me for taking too much time to complete the task. “Put the other one on and let’s get this over with, bitch!” 

I grimaced, closing my eyes, as I let the second one grab my nipple and suck into its grasp. “Ohhhhhh! Fuck! Mummphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I look into my phone praying for his approval. Now I want this over before it even starts. I’m trying to speak, begging for mercy. I want him to have his fun quickly and let me get back to a more normal experience. But he isn’t done with me. I’m ordered to pose, pulling at the nipple clamps and rubbing my dick. It’s still rock hard. The strap is doing its job well. But I can’t feel it. I can’t feel my balls either. The good news is my nipples are also getting numb with every passing moment. But they still hurt like fuck!

The fat cock strapped in my mouth touches the back of my throat. The sensation of being gagged like a slave and tortured like a victim sets in, I might cum after all. After a long session of rubbing and jerking my bound-up dick, wrapped in the silky girly panties, I feel like there might be a chance. ‘Mandeleter’ is telling me how much of a pathetic slut I am. All I can do is mumble cries for mercy through the mouth filling gag and stroke my dick as fast and as hard as I can, hoping for completion, but it doesn’t happen. His tricks are working. Suddenly he changes his tone.

“It’s time to finish this you slut. Bitches like you need to be fucked like whores. Like the whore you really are. I have one more task for you. You’ll do it now. You’ll do it because you want to be my bitch. My whore. Can you do that, bitch?”

I’m sweating and crying like a little schoolgirl. My face is covered with my tears. I want this. I want to cum. But I want it over very soon too. What does he have in mind to get this done? I quickly nod and try to scream ‘Fuck, yes!’

I’m directed to relax and stop trying to cum. I stand in the room in front of the phone for him. I’m shaking and exhausted. I try not to move too much as the nipple clamps might twist and cause even more pain. I can feel the tears running over my cheeks. I’m blowing snot out my nose. I’m a mess. So, why am I still here, obeying him? What a slut I am, I think to myself. But I must like it.

“Take a necktie from you closet and tie it like you’re going to wear it. Do it quickly. Do it now.”

I look into the phone. What the fuck?

“Do it, bitch!”

I snap out of my daze and take a tie from my tie rack. I don’t wear then often, but I do know how to tie one. I quickly tie a nice Windsor and show him. My silky clad and strapped up dick still waving in the wind in front of me. 

“Very good, my bitch. Tie the long end to the headboard there. Tie it twice.”

I quickly wrap the long end through a hole in my headboard and secure it with two knots. He approves. 

“Very good. You want to cum, don’t you?” I nod again. Place your wrists in the loop and pull it back, tight around them.”

I’m hesitant. If I tie my wrists together like that, I might not get loose. But he insists. 

I slip my wrist into the neck hole and pull back. The loop quickly tightens around them until it it’s as tight as it will go. My wrists are pinned together with me tethered to my headboard. “What now?”

“Pull one more time, bitch. Once you’re really secure, I’ll help you finish.” I mumble a muffled “OK”.

I lean into it and snap the tie one more time. “Oh fuck! Mummph!” That’s too tight. That hurt my wrists a lot. The tie isn’t loosening anytime soon either. The nipple clamps twisted and pinched me really hard again. The ring around my balls feels tighter. My dick is swollen purple and screaming to be released. I blow a little more snot out of my nose. This is crazy. How am I going to do anything now? This is fucked! I slide down on my knees, my face on the side of my bed, my arms stretched up over my head tied to the headboard. I’m done. This sucks. 

My front door closes. I try to get up, but I can’t.

Footsteps. A man’s voice. “Hello, my little bitch!”

It’s fucking HIM!

My bedroom door isn’t closed all the way. He walks right in. I look over my shoulder at him. He has a mask on. A nasty rubber Halloween mask like a Walking Dead Zombie. He’s wearing black rubber gloves. That’s all I can see before a thin nylon black hood slips over my head. I’m blinded. I’m fucked.

“Mummph!”

My fear is I’ll be killed. Or worse. Tortured and killed. But he assures me right away that isn’t happening.

“I’m here to be your lover, by sweet little bitch. You and I will have a nice time. Then, I’ll leave you alone. You can contact me again if you like, or we can be done after today. But I’m going to do my best to please you, and you’re going please me.”

His hands are under my crotch, gently rubbing my balls and cock. His face, now free from the mask, is rubbing against my neck. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my hooded cheek. A slippery finger slides up between my ass cheeks. He doesn’t wait. A long finger slides in. He whispers to me.

“You’re going to be my fuck toy, my friend. I’m going to use you like a whore. I want you to tell me you’ll be my bitch. I want you to tell me now.”

A hand slips up to one of the nipple clamps. He moves it. I jump and cry out. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’ll be my bitch.”

I try to reply. “Mummph!” “Yes, fuck yes! I’ll be your bitch!” Mummph!

“Good bitch.”

I’m hoisted up onto the bed. Face down, hands still bound to the headboard. He spreads my legs and shoves another finger in my ass. Then two. I wiggle and moan. “You’re going to hate this, baby.”

I’m rolled on my side where he can get a good grip on my dick. I hear a snap from under me. The cock and balls strap falls aside. “Oh my God! Thank you!” I mumble.

His fingers up my ass are replaced by a long hard cock. It’s slippery and slides right in. “You’re a slutty girl, you bitch.” I couldn’t resist anyway, even if I wanted to. I was much to worn down by then. 

Having a cock in my ass wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. With enough lube it slid right in. Soon he was pounding away easily. Having him inside me was a very erotic experience. He was jerking my dick while he pumped in and out. His hips slapping against my wet, slippery ass cheeks. I was gasping out with every thrust. Breathing in as he slipped back. He removed the nipple clamps. I almost cried again. He touched my sore nipples then started pinching and grabbing them himself. I moaned in pleasure. I liked it. He kept fucking his bitch. After a few minutes of raunchy fucking, he groaned, grabbed me tight, and thrust on last deep one. I could feel him filling me. It was like nothing else I’d ever felt. When we had a moment, I realized I’d cum all over his hand and my bed spread. He slipped his cum dripping hand under the hood and smeared it on my face. Then he whispered the future to me. “I see your future, my little bitch. Before I leave, before you go back to your pathetic life, you’re going to know what it’s like to suck a real man’s cock, and taste his cum in your mouth, and as it slides down your slutty throat.”

An hour later I’m on my knees in my bathroom. The hood is gone but my hands are tied behind my back. I’m in the white Playtex panties and a cotton training bra he brought for me. The gag is out but it’s been replaced with this guy’s long hard hairy cock. He has put the mask back on, which was very disturbing. His chubby hairy body is rubbing against me. I’m doing my best to please him. I want this all to be over and making him cum soon will be the best way, I’m pretty sure. I’m his cunt, his bitch, his whore and a slut. He keeps talking to me, which is a bit distracting. Finally, finally he comes. After he blew his load in my ass, it took a long, long time for this to happen. He pulled my hair and shoved his cock in my throat when he exploded. I choked and blew cum everywhere. He waited for me to catch my breath, waiting for me to finish his last drops out of his cock. He had a few more spurts to give me. He was breathing like he had just finished a marathon. Slowly recovering. And then, he was gone. 

He took a piss, my hands were untied, his things were collected, and he left my life just as quickly as he had entered it. On my kitchen table was a note saying, ‘thank you’, and a number. The note said something like this:

You were fun. But I can tell you want more. When you’re ready, call this number. I’ll be waiting. But I won’t wait long. So, make up your mind. Make it up for your future. Remember your future? I told you what your future is. Have a great day, bitch.  Mandeleter.

Bill