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  • Darkroom: Backroom or Blackroom, the pleasure in BBR…

    It’s dark, you just hit a wall. Or rather no, it’s elastic, flexible, warm, humid, muscular… A body, a naked body, naked bodies: you are in the middle of a forest of bodies.

    Near your skin, a slight movement of air announces a contact: a hand is approaching. She gently touches you, comes closer and caresses you. She runs down your neck, stops for a moment in your hair, ruffles it delicately. Then she grabs them more roughly and pulls your head back. You shiver.

    The hand releases its grip, turns back along your neck, pinches you a little, massages your shoulders, then descends along your back, vertebra by vertebra. She slows down as she slides while easing its pressure. She becomes light touch, and stops at this slightly damp spot, where the arch of your butt begins.

    She seems to be hesitant about the path to follow. Your shivers increase, your muscles tense. Finally she walk around slowly, getting for a while lost in the middle of these hairs which, far from protecting you, shows her the direction. She grabs your penis. Gentle, back and forth movement.

    A mouth replaces her while one hand – another? – is interested in your butt. Fingers enter, an arm bends your head. Everything is speeding up. Obediently, you raise your ass and feel that the fingers have given way to a penis penetrating you. You cum.

    Do you see where you are? Already been here? Probably if you’re reading this news… In a darkroom. A black-room or back-room. I like both names: one refers to the blackness of these places, the other to their location. Let’s call it the black-back-room. A BBR.

    Do you like the bestiality of the place? In a BBR, no sight, this sense you don’t need: everything is dark, you see nothing, you are blind. While you’re there, also clear your identity, your memories, everything that makes you and relax. Becomes a body, just a body, as in an uterus, an overcrowded uterus where multi-twin is required.

    Accept this regression. You are hearing, touch and smell. The taste will come, but in a second step.

    Hearing rustling, brushing, slow blows, quickening blows, screams, moans, no words, no voices, just breathing.

    Touch: abandon your mind, forget control and let your hand guide itself in this sensory labyrinth, allow it to meet the bodies that are there, to discover their geography, their shape, fat or not, muscular or not, hairy or hairless, big or small, their rhythm.

    Smell to give relief to your touch: sniff this skin, its acidity, its moisture. Like the ant, relearn the pheromones of life, train yourself to recognize the scent of each skin.

    Yes, a skin because, in a BBR, no one is a person, there is no more brain, even head, just bits of bodies, sex, pieces of skin. So do not be afraid, you are not there either, there’s nothing but anonymous pieces.

    Taste finally: the skin you just licked, that sex in your mouth, sweat, lips, …

    Let yourself go. Are you scarred? Of you? Of your fantasies? To reveal yourself, to realize that you like wild and anonymous sex? To return to this sexual womb?

    Caress or be caressed, sucked or sucked. Your choice. Self-service, cumming in the dark without knowing thanks to whom.

    The other is nothing more than the extension of your own desire, amplifying and multiplying it: his hand is your hand, his body is your body, mental splitting.

    But his hand is new and undisciplined, his body is unknown and takes unexpected initiatives. As if your imagination took its independence, was imbodied, caressed you, touched you. Masturbation by proxy. The BBR is a temple of disincarnation, of the negation of the other, of self-abandonment.

    Difficult for some to let go. Too many barriers in their head, in their body. Forbidden from childhood, forbidden from life, forbidden from society. The dark, the anonymity are blocking, scary, afraid of coming face to face with one’s impulses, of regressing, of becoming animal again.

    When leaving a BBR, you are confronting to the body with which you have just played. Impression of reliving the surprises that we bought a long time ago in bakeries without knowing what was inside. As quickly consumed as the surprise, the body found is only a disposable toy, used only once. No interest in understanding who the other is since he does not really exist, has no existence beyond my own desire: he is doomed to be abandoned after enjoyment. At the same time, symmetry since each is also only the pretext for the enjoyment of the other, balance in negation.

    Until the next BBR…

  • Davy’s Place

    I was trying to decide whether to follow Dan to the gents and whack a quick one out when a couple of the other lads came into the lunch room and one of them told me the boss was looking for me, so that solved that dilemma for me.

    The boss was, as usual chasing up something that had been sent to his office the day before and the idiot hadn’t bothered to look at. To be fair, he’s not a bad boss, just a bit dozy sometimes. He’s pretty good about time off and he generally keeps out of our hair, so it could be worse. He knew he had a pretty efficient workforce so he let us get on with it mostly, we’d only see him two or three times a week, I’m pretty sure he was out playing golf a lot of the time.

    I gave up on releasing the build up of cum in my balls and decided Davy would just have to deal with it later. Dan strolled in and grinned “you sorted your urgent problem then?” He asked.

    “No, the bloody boss wanted to speak to me so I never got a chance.”

    “I decided to wait until later and see if I could drown Davy” Dan grinned and made a quick crotch adjustment “I’m going to have to find a distraction for the afternoon and hope this fucker goes down though.”

    “Shut up talking about it or we’ll be in worse agony by going home time let alone seven o’clock” I turned round and found myself pressing my erection against a work bench which only made things worse as I forgot myself and rubbed against it a couple of times.

    “Look mate, I know you’re desperate, but humping a bench is not the answer” Dan laughed and went back to whatever work he was doing “think about ice cubes or Ellen (my ex-wife) or something.”

    “Same difference” I replied and tried to apply myself to whatever work needed doing.

    As long as I concentrated on what I was doing, my cock did have a rest for a while but the trouble was, as soon as I noticed he’d gone down, he was back as stiff as before and begging to be let out. Ignoring it wasn’t easy, but I had no choice, I’m not going to be rubbing one out in a room with a half dozen other guys in it, even if one of them was Dan!

    Somehow five o’clock eventually arrived and we all got ready to set off home. As ‘byes’ and ‘see you tomorrows’ were called to each other, we drifted out and Dan was beside me on our way to the car park “you want to come and shower at mine?” he asked. Dan lived closer to Davy’s place than me and we only had a couple of hours.

    “I guess that would be the easiest” I replied “I’m not exactly stinking, but I’d feel better if I freshened up.”

    “Save you being in a rush if you go to yours I thought.”

    “Yeah, thanks” I’ll be right behind you.

    We got in our cars and set off to Dan’s. He had a nice two bedroom apartment near the middle of town, his wife had been pretty reasonable in the divorce, there were no kids, so it was a fifty-fifty split and they both left the three bed house they had and downsized. My split had been less amicable but again, no children which made things easier. She tried everything she could to bleed me dry but Ellen had to settle for half and I was just about in a position to buy her out. She disappeared with her fancy executive boyfriend Martin and I’ve not had any contact with her for nearly twelve years, which is just fine by me.

    “I’m feeling nervous now for fuck sake” Dan said as we got out of our cars in the parking outside his building “yesterday I didn’t think twice when he took my dick out, but there wasn’t time to worry then.”

    “What if I shoot off in ten seconds flat after all this build up” I replied.

    “You think you will?” Dan raised an eyebrow.

    “It’s not impossible, it’s been so long and Ellen would only suck my cock if she was drunk.”

    “Christmas and birthdays then?” Dan smiled.

    “Not even that, honestly it’s been so long I’ve forgotten.”

    “What about the girl off the internet?” said Dan referring to the prostitute I’d tried.

    “Well yeah I suppose, I don’t really count her, I’d rather forget about that whole event.”

    “I know mate. I can’t say I blame you, I didn’t enjoy mine either, it just didn’t feel right. Nothing wrong with being a hooker, but hookers ain’t for me I don’t reckon.”

    We walked up the two flights of stairs to Dan’s front door and went in “so how do we go from not enjoying a female hooker to being all hyped up about a guy sucking our dicks?” Dan asked.

    “No idea, none at all” I replied,”maybe it’s ‘cos it feels forbidden or something…”

    “Yeah, you’re probably right” Dan got a couple of towels out of a cupboard “You go first mate. You want a coffee or something?”

    “Yes please, coffee, strong.”

    “OK, you go make yourself pretty” He handed me a towel.

    I went into the bathroom and stripped off, just the feeling of taking my underwear off had my cock to attention again and it took me ages to have a piss, the warm water of the shower did nothing to help. I got myself all squeaky clean and turned the shower to cold, hoping that might subdue things, but it made no difference. I took a quick glance in the mirror as Dan shouted through the door “there’s new toothbrushes in the drawer if you want.”

    “Thanks” I brushed, and looked in the mirror again. Not exactly Brad Pitt, but it would have to do. I don’t even know why I was bothered, it’s not like it was a date or anything, I didn’t really know what it was.

    “All yours” I was dressed again and Dan gave me a mug of coffee.

    “Milk two sugars.”

    “Thanks mate.”

    “Back in a bit” Dan set off for his shower.

    The TV was on but I wasn’t paying attention, I still didn’t understand how we got ourselves this situation, heading round to a male workmate’s place specifically to get our cocks sucked. Did other guys do this sort of thing? Had we been too scared to try something different all our lives? Were we making a huge mistake? I didn’t come up with anything near an answer to any of it.

    “OK, that’s better!” Dan came back in wearing a dressing gown. “You want a clean T-shirt or anything?” he offered.

    “No, I’m OK” I had a quick sniff when I went for a shower.

    “Classy” Dan laughed and offered me a sandwich “keep your energy up mate.”

    I hadn’t realised how hungry I was and wolfed down the food as Dan went to get dressed.

    Fifteen minutes later we were pulling up outside number 45 Park Road.

    “Bang on seven” Dan opened his door “come on, don’t stop to think about it or we’ll never do it.”

    “Yes boss” I climbed out of his car and looked at the house, a detached red-brick with a garden all round.

    “Nice house” Dan commented.

    “Yeah, I guess if you don’t have to spend a fortune on an ex-wife…”

    “Ain’t that the truth!” Dan opened the gate to the front path and we got to the front door.

    Dan rang the bell.

    After a few seconds the door opened and Davy said “hello lads, come on in.”

    We stared for a second because Davy was stark naked.

    “I see you’re umm…” I said.

    “Sure am” Davy grinned “much more comfortable.”

    We went in and Davy sat us down in the kitchen “beer?” he offered.

    “I’m driving” Dan said.

    “Me too”

    “You can always get an Uber if you want to loosen up a bit with a beer or two, it’s up to you.”

    Dan and I looked at each other. I could see he really wanted a beer and I fancied one as well so I said “we could sort out cars and stuff later maybe.”

    “You can stay over at mine if you need to” Dan said “no problem.”

    “OK, I’ll have one” I said and beers were passed over to us.

    “Right. Kit off” Davy waved a finger between the two of us.

    “Eh?” We looked at him.

    “Clothes. Off.” Davy laughed at the look on our faces, “it’s much easier that way, if I let guys leave it, they’ll find all sorts of excuses to avoid the very thing they’re actually here for. This way we’re all equal and there’s no point in being nervous.”

    “Yeah, erm OK, if you say so” Dan looked at me and I shrugged.

    By the time I’d got my clothes off, my cock was back up and this time there was no hiding it, Dan was the same. The situation was such a strange turn-on, I’d seen hard dicks in porn naturally, but never seen one sucked off right beside me like yesterday or about to be sucked like now. Could sex really be this simple and straightforward?

    “Well that’s a pretty sight” Davy beckoned us over “we’ll have to see what can be done to help you boys out eh?” He reached out and took a cock in each hand “nice to see the nerves have gone”, he leaned forward and tickled the end of each of our dicks with his tongue.

    As Davy’s tongue touched the head of my cock I had to pull back, I was in danger of shooting at the slightest touch.

    “That sensitive eh?” Davy was slowly stroking Dan’s dick and Dan had his eyes closed.

    “Well erm, yeah, it is” I was a bit embarrassed “sorry.”

    “Oh don’t be sorry” Davy worked Dan’s foreskin back and forth gently, “we’ll get the first one out of the way and then you can enjoy the second round a lot more I promise.”

    I wasn’t sure when I’d cum more than once when somebody else was involved – if ever – even jerking off I’d usually not bother again after a quick one. “I’m not sure I can cum twice” I was watching Davy’s hand on Dan’s cock and completely forgetting last night when I’d cum three times.

    “Let me worry about that” Davy licked the end of Dan’s dick again and Dan moaned quietly, he turned to me “I think you need to take the pressure off” he put his hands on my arse and pulled me closer.

    I wasn’t prepared for Davy’s mouth closing over my dick immediately. He pushed my foreskin back and swirled his tongue around the head. It felt so good, too good. I tried to pull away but Davy held me and carried on working his wet mouth down the length of my hard-on.

    “Fuckin’ hell” I moaned, and looked over at Dan who was watching intently. I didn’t even care if he was, it had been too long and I’m pretty sure Ellen had never sucked cock like this. “Stop or I’m going to cum” I tried to pull out again, but Davy was having none of it.

    “Oh fuck”

    I looked over and Dan was stroking his dick as he saw my cock being swallowed by Davy.

    “Go on, suck his dick” Dan stared as Davy buried his face deeper in my crotch, “go on mate, cum, shoot it in his mouth, go on” he spurred me on, wanking openly now

    “Gonna cum” I couldn’t hold on “gonna cum”, so close, “gonna…aahhh fuuuck”, I was shooting right in Davy’s mouth and his mouth was still working on my cock.

    “Oh man!” Dan took a couple of steps forward, wanking hard, “I can’t… sorry…I’m gonna…”, he started coming all over Davy’s face “aww shit” he just seemed to keep going, I don’t think even in porn I’d seen someone cum so much. Dan rocked on his feet a bit then shuddered to a halt and breathed deeply.

    “Fuck I’m sorry mate” he said.

    “What?” I asked.

    “Well I er… I… got a bit on your…” he wiped my belly with his thumb “sorry about that.”

    I was too busy recovering from my own orgasm to fully understand what he’d said but then I realised “did you cum on me?”

    “Well only a little bit” Dan looked abashed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

    Davy finished up cleaning the last of the cum off my dick, “I wouldn’t worry, it won’t burn your skin or anything” he laughed as he took the tip of Dan’s still hard dick into his mouth and licked up the last drops, “missed a bit” he said and leaned over to lick my belly.

    “Fuck off” I pushed him away.

    Dan and Davy laughed, and I smiled ruefully at them, “look, I’ve never had a man suck my dick before and I’ve certainly never had anyone else’s jizz on me, give me a break!”

    “You’ll live” Davy opened fresh beers and poured himself a vodka with Red Bull. “Sit down and relax, give it as long as you want. There’s no rush, then we can move on to the main business of the evening.” He waggled his eyebrows at us and we laughed like little kids

    We went through to the comfortable lounge and watched the news for a bit, nibbling on some snacks Davy put out.

    “I’m sorry I came so fast” I said, I was feeling a bit like maybe I was the disappointment Ellen always said I was after all.

    “Look don’t, that was the idea, get the first one out of the way quick” Davy looked at me, “never, ever apologise to me about stuff like that, you’re here to relax and get your load off, I like making guys cum it’s as simple as that. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, you’ll see. Did you enjoy it?”

    “Fuck yeah” I smiled “I did.”

    “There you go then, that’s all that matters” Davy reassured me.

    Dan looked over, “sorry about the cum on you mate.”

    “It’s fine, like Davy said, I’ll live.” I checked in my belly button just in case some of Dan’s sperm were still lurking.

    After another round of drinks and some more snacks, Davy went to the fridge again and got more fresh beers, Dan took a big swig of his new bottle and said “you got some porn Davy?”

    “Stupid question, of course I have!” Davy switched on the player.

    “All set to go huh?”

    “Be prepared I always say” Davy pressed play and the porn came on.

    I’d seen bisexual stuff before, of course I had, but never thinking I might be getting a blowie off a guy. It seemed different watching it now and my boner was soon on its way back and Dan’s was the same. There was a guy getting fucked on the screen, Dan’s eyes were glued and his cock was fully erect, I wondered if he really was going to fuck Davy after all his bravado. I suspected he was if he got the chance.

    Davy knelt on the floor between us where we were sat on the sofa and, resting his arms on our legs, put his hands round each of our dicks.

    “Looks like we might be ready for the main event.” Davy’s stroking soon had us both hard as rock again.

    “I guess we are” Dan said gruffly, obviously enjoying Davy’s slow wanking, his eyes still watching the fucking on screen.

    “Yeah, sure” I said. I wasn’t ready, far from it, but that wasn’t going to stop me…

  • Turning Chase

    For story updates, reader polls, and AI renderings of how characters might look (both SFW and NSFW), feel free to check out my Twitter: twitter.com/chasehuxley6. 

    Thank you to folks who voted in the recent Twitter poll. 75% indicated they wanted rough, raunchy, dominating sex in this chapter… Ask and you shall receive. 

    For those of you who do not enjoy raunch/humiliation/coercion/etc. please feel free to stop reading this chapter after “Officer Eastwood” is introduced – the sex scenes between Chase and the cop are not essential to the plot of the rest of the story. 


    Ryan Bennett and Atticus “Vanders” Vanderbilt were both thoroughly enjoying themselves at lunch. The two neighbors had similar senses of humor, and both carried the same warm, positive aura about them. As such, they had a great chemistry and already developed somewhat of a bromance within the few months Vanders had moved into the neighborhood.

    Ryan had felt nervous coming into the lunch, given he and his son just fucked the brains out of Vanders’ “godson” on Vanders’ own bed, sofa, and kitchen counter a few days ago. Ryan was generally known as a fine, upstanding gentleman. And he was, except for his major Achilles heel: sex. Given his stunning good looks, charisma, and financial success, horny men and women alike were constantly throwing themselves at the 37-year-old hunk. Several of his friends’ wives had attempted to seduce him, but Ryan resisted all of these attempts except for two gorgeous babes that broke his oft-tested willpower. 

    Even years after they happened, Ryan frequently regretted those transgressions and reminded himself never to cuck another man again, no matter how much the scenario aroused him. But thanks to Joaquin’s guile and sexual prowess, Ryan had lapsed once again. When Vanders asked Ryan out for lunch shortly after his tryst with Brad and Joaquin, the tennis club co-owner felt nervous butterflies in his stomach.

    He took Vanders out to a very nice steakhouse and paid the check beforehand for a preset menu, hoping that this would partially assuage his guilt. But shortly after the two buddies embraced and the conversation flowed, Ryan’s nerves quickly calmed as the two men joked and laughed for the next two hours. 

    By the latter half of the lunch, Vanders confided to Ryan about his porn management business. The 37-year-old hypersexual hunk was enthralled by this, thinking it was super cool how Vanders managed to find such success in that space. Since youth, Ryan had always fantasized about what life would be like as a porn star, getting to fuck hundreds, even thousands of men and women over the course of a career. After all, Ryan had the equipment and stamina for it, but alas, he knew it would always remain just a fantasy.

    Vanders was plenty upset at Ryan when he first discovered what happened and spent a sleepless night thinking of various ways to get revenge. But with a day to calm down, he was able to hide his anger during the duration of the lunch. He’d already punished Joaquin. The teen’s cock was all locked up, and he’d remain in chastity for one month.

    As for Brad and Ryan, Vanders resigned himself to the fact that there wasn’t much he could do to get even at them, and that was just life sometimes. His revenge would merely take the form of showing Ryan the videographic evidence of his indiscretion and letting him tremble for a bit, thinking it might get leaked or something.

    Right as the waiter came to take the dishes away, Vanders texted Ryan video clip of security footage showing him and Brad tag teaming Joaquin on the kitchen counter. “Hey man, check your phone. Just sent you something that might just rock your world…” Ryan smiled, curious what it might be. It took the video a minute to load on his phone. Vanders watched as his face turned white and became possessed with a look of horror. 

    “Shit, I’m so sorry man…I know we done did you dirty.” Ryan began profusely apologizing, for what seemed like several minutes. Sweat dripped down the 37-year-old’s handsome but furrowed face, and dark pit stains tarnished his Lacoste polo shirt. Vanders kept a neutral poker face as he coolly listened to the desperate apologies.

    He only spoke sparingly, wanting to see always confident alpha male grovel before him. He continued his plan to scare the sense back into Ryan. “You know what would happen if this video somehow leaked out? Sex tape of Brad Bennett, backup quarterback at a Big 12 school…fucking another dude with his own dad?” Ryan shivered at these words.

    Vander continued, “My word, imagine what a killing Joaquin would make if he sold these vids to a bidder? I betcha he’d pull in at least a million bucks, set himself up for life…and who knows, maybe Brad will benefit too, the whole nation will know his name and he could be the next Kim Kardashian if he’s opportunistic enough…or maybe he could just change careers and become one of my porn boys, haha.”

    Ryan trembled and tears welled up in his eyes. Seeing the grown man tear up, Vanders began feeling sorry for the man and decided it was time to soften and offer his forgiveness. But suddenly, Ryan blurted out, “No, please…I’ll do anything if you promise to delete the vids. I-I ain’t got a million dollars of liquid cash right now, but I could find a way to pay it over time…or…or I’d even take his place. I’ll make any videos you want me to, just leave please have mercy on Brad.” Ryan felt dizzy and he could barely get his thoughts straight. In his overwhelmed state of mind, he truly believed Vanders would actually be angry enough to leak the video; after all, they did just plow his 19-year-old stepson in his own fucking bed…there was no denying they had deeply wronged Vanders. 

    Vanders raised his eyebrows, shocked at the idea of Ryan offering himself up to be one of Vanders’ “boys”. He had only intended to scare Ryan a little—see him squirm for a while, and then forgive him. But now Vanders’ cock was rock hard and taking over his decision-making facilities. Vander thought to himself, “well, dang…I’m subjecting Joaquin to a month of chastity for this…am I really just gonna let Ryan, the adult in the room, go off easy like this? No, that wouldn’t be fair.” 

    Vanders looked Ryan dead in the eyes and asked, “You’d really become one of my porn boys to make up for this?” Ryan’s heart lifted slightly as he felt a glimmer of home—there was a chance to save Brad. He firmly replied, “Yes. I’d do it. I wronged, you man. I’ll do anythin’ so long as your promise no video of Brad gets out. The young buck’s only 20, just a dumb kid. I was the man in the room, and I dropped the ball by not doing the right thing.” 

    Vanders paused for a pregnant moment. “Sir, you have yourself a deal.” He stood up and walked towards the parking lot, gesturing for Ryan to follow.

    *-*-*

    Chase was having an excellent week in San Antonio. In a turn of events he could not have predicted at the start of the summer, he was at a football camp for long snapping. Last month, Brad had started teaching Chase how to snap a football, just for shits and giggles. To everyone’s surprise, Chase was a natural. With barely any practice, he could nail a dime from 15 yards. 

    As a D1 quarterback, Brad had witnessed football snapping at close-to the highest levels, and felt that Chase had as much, if not more talent than the best long snappers in the NCAA. A couple of his teammates were coaching at this camp in San Antonio, and he convinced them to let Chase join them last minute, even though the registration deadline had passed. 

    It was a day camp, so Brad booked an Airbnb apartment for Chase to stay in for the duration of the camp. He’d been making good money on TikTok and could easily afford to shell out a thousand dollars for his little bro. Plus, paying for the housing was a good way to entice his to go, as Chase was reluctant to attend a football camp after he’d already given up the sport for three years to focus on rugby and wrestling.

    Now, Chase was glad he listened to Brad. He utterly dominated all week. One of the college coaches even told Chase he was even more consistent than himself at placing the ball, and just needed to add a tiny bit more speed to match NCAA-level long snappers.

    But for Chase, the best part of the camp was that it gave him a welcome distraction from what happened between him and his stepdad in Colorado. They had unbelievable sex that, had Chase not been completely dialed-in with adrenalin-fueled training, would have been all he could thing about during the day. Now it only dominated his thoughts at night, when he would jack-off furiously to the memories for the incredible, passionate lovemaking.

    After the final day of camp, Chase was out clubbing with a couple of the college-aged coaches who were buddies with Brad. They made a fake ID for Chase and took him to a midtown club that was conveniently only a 15 minute walk from Chase’s Airbnb. It was a little past midnight and the guys were planning on leaving to go to another bar.

    But Chase’s was tangled up with a douchey-looking frat boy named Chadwick who had just finished his junior year at FSU. He looked to be part Italian and part Middle Eastern, smelled strongly of Abercrombie cologne, and wore a backwards flat bill cap and a gold chain. He had huge arms and just enough bodyfat to not have a six-pack but still maintain decent muscle definition overall. He’d been aggressively pursuing Chase for the past hour, squeezing the 18-year-old’s ass at every opportunity, “accidentally” brushing his hand over his crotch, and now ramming his tongue down his throat while fondling Chase’s round pecs with both hands.

    As the college football buddies asked Chase if he wanted to head with them to the other bar, Chase told them he’d stay back as Chadwick was going to bring Chase home to spend the night. The guys were cool with this and just told Chase to text them when he got to the home. A few minutes after Chase’s buddies headed out, Chadwick squeezed the sexy teen’s crotch and spoke into his ear. “Let’s get outta here.”

    As soon as they left the club, Chadwick led Chase to a narrow side alley and dropped his pants. His curved, 7 inch cock sprung to attention. Chase didn’t need any prodding before he crouched down and began blowing the sexy fuckboy. Chadwick accidentally blurted out, “Shitttt, bro, you suck dick like ten times better than my boyfriend…” Chase was too focused on relaxing his throat and massaging the shaft with his tongue to pay attention to what the frat boy was saying.

    Chadwick was a quick cummer. In only two or three minutes his body began convulsing as orgasmic pleasure possessed his body. As he did so, his phone began ringing. He ignored the ringtone and pulled his cock out, shooting his load all over Chase’s forehead. It was a thick, heavy load. Chadwick then took his cock to massage the cum, all over the handsome jock’s face and hair. Normally, he’d snap a pic with his phone to remember his conquest, but his phone was ringing, so he checked it instead.

    It was his boyfriend. Chadwick had put his phone on do-not-disturb, but there was a setting that automatically overrode do-not-disturb if the same number called 5 separate times in a short time period. Clearly, his boyfriend was on to him. Fuck, Chadwick thought, one of his boyfriend’s buddies must have seen him with Chase and snitched.

    Chase had not gotten his own rocks off yet, and Chadwick had to think quick. He hastily made up a lie that his roommate had a flat tire and that he needed to go rescue him. Chase had mentioned that his Airbnb was only 15 minutes away, so Chadwick asked if he could walk himself home. Chase, considerate as always, demonstrated concern for the supposedly stranded roommate and reassured Chadwick he’d be fine walking home. 

    Chadwick ran off. “Thanks, buddy, you’re the best. That was a great fucking blowjob too. I had a great time, just hit me up if you’re even back in town this summer.” Chase signed as he watched the frat star dash off. I guess its another night alone with my right hand, he thought. Chase picked up two bottles of barely-consumed Bud Light, which belonged to Chadwick and himself, and slowly sauntered off. He didn’t realize he was walking in the wrong direction. 

    *-*-* 

    Officer Gus Eastwood was partway through his night patrol shift when he decided to drive over to a pharmacy to purchase a stick of deodorant. He’d forgotten to put any on earlier. And though he’d showered before heading to work, he’d been lightly sweating and could begin to smell himself a little bit. His ex-girlfriend used to love his scent and constantly bury her face in his armpit when they cuddled; but Gus was not a fan of masculine scents and preferred to slather on healthy amounts of antiperspirant now that he was single.

    On his way to the nearest 24-hour Walgreens, he noticed a muscular-looking guy walking somewhat off-balance along the otherwise empty sidewalk. As he pulled closer, he noticed the dude was holding two bottles of Bud Light.

    Officer Eastwood had been apolitical for most his life, but the past few years, he started listening to some rightwing podcasts that loved to bash Anheuser Busch. Normally, he would just drive by and carry on his business, but tonight, Officer Eastwood decided it’d be fun to heckle this guy a little and give him a bit of a hard time.

    Chase was straddling the line between being tipsy and flat-out drunk as he walked home. He’d walked in the wrong direction for a while and was now backtracking to get back to his Airbnb. Suddenly, he saw red and blue lights shine brightly and heard police sirens ring behind him for a few seconds.

    Chase felt no panic. As a handsome, athletic white boy growing up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood, he felt a great deal of trust in the police. He always greeted any policemen he encountered and thanked them for their service. This time, he figured the officer was probably checking to make sure he was okay and might even offer to give him a ride home.

    “Howdy!” Officer Eastwood yelled as he pulled up next to Chase and stepped out of his cruiser. As the boy turned around, Officer Eastwood was surprised at was a handsome, strapping lad he was. Given his recent bias against Bud Light, he was expecting to find some bookish-looking hipster rather than a muscular, All-American jock.

    Chase was likewise impressed with the officer’s looks. He was over 6 feet tall and had a sturdy, well-constructed face with a 5’oclock shadow beginning to emerge. He carried himself with an athletic posture and probably packed some good muscle under his uniform. The way he moved and was so self-assured and masculine, it screamed alpha male.

     “Whatchu doin’ walking alone in the streets drunk as a skunk?” Chase explained he was living alone in an Airbnb and was just walking home after hanging out with this buddies. 

    Even in his highly-tipsy state, Chase spoke politely the officer, trying his best to avoid ogling the stud. Officer Eastwood greeted Chase sternly, then said, “You know it’s against the law to carry open containers like that on streets other than the Riverwalk. I’ll be needin’ to write you a citation, buddy. Have your ID on you?” Chase was taken aback, surprised to have such a minor rule actually enforced against him; in most other parts of Texas, people were allowed to carry open containers so long as they weren’t in a vehicle. Still, he apologized and handed over his ID, hoping to get in the officer’s good graces. 

    Inebriated, Chase accidentally handed over the fake ID he’d used to get into the club. He realized his mistake as the officer was in the process of scanning it, and stumbled over to correct his mistake. Eastwood acted pissed. “You realize what a serious offense that is, giving false documentation to an officer.” He took Chase’s actual drivers license but for some reason decided not to scan it, putting it in his pocket instead.

    He then made Chase take a breathalyzer test. While waiting a few moments for the results to come out, Officer Eastwood asked, “what’re you doin’ drinking fuckin’ Bug Light anyway…you some woke activist or somethin’?” Chase responded, “Naw, Sir. I just like the taste.” Eastwood ignored him and continued, “You that Dylan Mulvananicky or whatever the name is?” Chase shook his head, “No, I don’t follow her, but I think she’s fine. Just out there trying to live her life, just like the rest of us.” Eastwood scoffed. So the boy was a woke punk after all. 

    He changed his tone to feign urgency. “You got any weapons on you?” Chase felt confused, why was he only just now asking this? “No, Sir, just my phone and walle-“ The officer suddenly grabbed him, pressed him against the side of the cruiser, and roughly shackled his wrists behind him with handcuffs.

    What the fuck, Chase thought, completely bewildered by the situation. Eastwood pinned the boy and whispered threateningly into his ear, “I don’t think I can trust a punk like you. I asked you for you ID and you give me a frickin’ fake. You tell me you’re not a wokie but yet you stand with Bud Light.” He then grabs the collar of Chase’s plain white Banana Republic cotton V-neck and easily rips it apart. Chase gasped, “What the fuck, man?!” Eastwood ignored him and ripped the shirt all the way to the bottom, leaving it hanging off the boy’s waist like a skirt. He then rubs his hands across the boy’s toned, muscular torso, groping his abs and pert nipples.

    Chase could smell the man. It was an intensely masculine odor, untainted by any touch of deodorant. Chase felt his cock rise to full mast, pushing uncomfortably against his tight jeans. He had often fantasized about getting used by a cop, but now was not the time to throw a boner. Eastwood smacked Chase’s ass hard, “Quit struggling, bitch.” Chase was not even struggling, and it confused him why the hunky officer was being so rough. Another spank. 

    Eastwood could also smell Chase. And he detected the easily-recognizable stench of semen, left over from when Chadwick had painted the teen’s face. He definitely had a slut on his hands here. The officer groped Chase’s firm bubble butt, then moved his hand to squeeze his crotch. He smiled, the boy was rock hard. Then, he remembered the boy saying he lived alone in an Airbnb. He softened his tone a bit, “Well, I trust you ain’t got a knife on you…I’m hoping you learned your lesson, boy. Don’t be walkin’ around drunk and carrying a fake ID anymore. I can’t let you out on the streets like this, get in the car.” 

    He guided the compliant boy into the backseat of the cruiser but confiscated his phone, wallet, and one of the beer bottles. He then held the phone to Chase’s face, using FaceID to unlock it. He got the Chase’s address from the Airbnb app and drove him home. Chase felt uneasy—were officers allowed to just unlock your phone like that? But he was too drunk to think straight and was just thankful the officer was driving him home, rather than to the station.

    In 5 minutes, Eastwood pulled up to the first-floor studio apartment. Chase’s buddies from football camp texted to see if he was okay – Officer Eastwood responded on his behalf, “Yeah I’m doing fine. Goodnight!” He then entered the door code, pulled Chase inside with him, and then threw him the still-handcuffed, shirtless jock onto the bed. He removed his utility belt but kept the rest of his uniform on and then pounced on his prey. Chase let out a shocked, “what the fuck!?” But before he could say more, Eastwood’s lips covered his own.

    Chase’s muscles went weak as Eastwood aggressively kissed him and tweaked his erect nipples. Overcome by the euphoric sensation of total surrender, Chase eventually couldn’t help but to kiss back. Eastwood’s tongue moved in strong, dominating strokes as Chase’s delicate mouth received it.

    Though he had never fully admitted it, one of Chase’s deepest, darkest fantasies was always to be forcefully ravished by a more powerful man. Now, handcuffed while being pinned to the bed, nipples and mouth being conquered, Chase’s cock leaked copious amount of precum. Eastwood stuck his fingers into Chase’s pants, scooped up the precum, and used it to lubricate his fingers as they continued to massage and twist the conquered boy’s sensitive nipples.

    Chase moaned into the alpha male’s mouth, letting out weak whimpers and almost-feminine moans. Eastwood pulled away momentarily to remove his shirt, exposing his muscular bare chest and corded arms. He then rolled Chase over and uncuffed the trembling 18-year-old. He flipped Chase onto his back again, pinned the weaker boy’s arms to the bed, and began licking the boy’s neck. 

    He varied his tongue strokes and licked and sucked various locations on Chase’s neck, trying not to leave a hickey. But his uncontrolled passion trumped precision and by the next morning, Chase would wake up with two small hickeys on the base of his neck. After violating every inch of skin on Chase’s neck, Eastwood slid his tongue down to the teen jock’s swollen nipples and suckled them vigorously, making the boy moan loudly. 

    He tried to writhe away from the intense stimulation, but Eastwood was too strong, immobilizing him. “P-p-please…sir…uh-so-so sensitive…” Eastwood ignored him and continued hungrily devouring his nipples. He began unbuttoning Chase’s pants and soon slid both pants and precum-soiled underwear off. Chase’s cock stuck out, completely erect. Eastwood spat on his hand and used his palm to rub the head of Chase’s cock while choking the submissive slut with his other hand. “Shut up, bitch…you act like you’re some vestal virgin but your little dick’s leaking like a faucet…don’t tell me you don’t enjoy being used by a real man.” 

    Despite his protests and squirms, Chase was secretly loving every moment of this. Though it was a nightmarish situation, in some ways it was actually a dream come true for the submissive slut. Eastwood gradually slid his own pants off and eventually straddled Chase while wearing only his striped boxer briefs. He went in for another, forceful, dominating kiss. 

    As Chase weakly tried to push the stronger man away despite being handcuffed, he could smell the sexy cop’s rich, masculine musk. The powerful pheromones overwhelmed him and made him melt into the bed. As if he could sense what was happening, Officer Eastwood decided to raise his arm and push Chase’s face into his ripe pit. 

    As he inhaled the manly musk, Chase turned into a puddle of lust. His inhibition began evaporating as he began gyrating his hips, rubbing his cock against Officer Eastwood’s bulge. Eastwood was amused. So he’s just like my ex…a dirty little pit whore. He pulled his armpit away and gently placed his forehead against Chase’s. He could smell himself on the teen jock. He whispered, “Such a dirty little pig. You like being marked as my bitch don’t you…” 

    Chase turned his head away, giving no response. Eastwood flipped the 5’10 muscle jock over onto his stomach. Slapped the boy’s plump ass five times, hard. “Ah…fuck! That hurts, man-oh shit! Aghh!”  Chase’s butt was now covered in red handprints. Eastwood spread the round ass cheeks and stuck his tongue in Chase’s hole. He began rimming the hole like it was his ex’s pussy.

    Over the course of the camping trip and the football camp, Chase had let his armpit hair and pubes grow back. But he kept his ass shaved smooth because he liked the convenience and feeling of a smooth hole. As Officer Eastwood came up for air he commented, “Your boyfriend make you keep your ass smooth like a chick? I knew you were a fag…” He dove back in and devoured the sweet hole with renewed vigor.

    Chase had come to love the feeling of getting rimmed. His hole had an unusually large number of nerve endings, and the stimulation was driving him crazy. He begged, “Oh…p-puh…please…s-stop…you’re making me so…ughhh…oh my fucking gaw…” His hips thrust uncontrollable into the bed as the pleasure made him writhe and squirm. “Off-oficer…please, Sir…you’re gonna make me…” Eastwood ignored the jock slut’s pathetic whimpers and drove his tongue deep into the hole, penetrating past the winking entrance.

    Chase buckled. The athletic jock came. He shot blast after blast of hot cum into the bedsheets as Eastwood relentlessly tongue-fucked his boyhole. Chase moaned into the bed, trying his best to refrain from screaming in ecstasy. Eastwood could not believe he made the 18-year-old cum just from rimming him. Just like a chick, he thought.

    He decided to uncuff Chase, then laid his body overtop the exhausted slut. He pulled off his boxers and grinded his 7-inch cock against the boy’s spit-covered ass. He firmly pushed Chase’s wrists against the bed as he dry-humped his conquest. It was Officer Eastwood’s first time with another man, and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having another muscular, athletic man pinned down underneath him. The feeling of completely dominating another male was intoxicating.

    He noticed a small bottle of lotion on the nightstand and reached over to grab some. He lathered a generous coating of lotion over his cock and pressed it against Chase’s warm hole. He lowered his entire body again so it was grinding flat against Chase’s muscled back. He whispered into the boy’s ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be dreaming about my cock for this rest of your perverted, slut-boy life.”

    Being the submissive slut he was deep inside, Chase felt his cock twitch involuntarily at these words. He’d just cum and he was already horny as hell again. He was a bit nervous about taking the officer’s cock, since he wasn’t sure how good of a lube lotion would be. “Please, go slo—AGHH FUCK!” Eastwood plunged his cock in without warning and bottomed out.

    His cock was not nearly as thick as Brad’s or Ryan’s, so Chase was not so much in pain as he was surprised by the quick intrusion. He took deep breaths to relax himself. Officer Eastwood held still for a few seconds to give Chase (barely) some time to adjust. He then began grinding on the boy in slow, rhythmic motions. He alternated between using circular motions and pushing forward and back, sending Chase into a state of immense pleasure.

    All the while, he whispered obscenities’ into the slutty boy’s ear. “You love this, don’t you, bitch? An alpha male cop, having his way with you, making you his personal boy whore..” Chase moaned pleasurably into the bed, not directly responding to the officer, but conveying a strong message he was probably enjoying this. Eastwood began picking up the base, thrusting hard and steady into Chase’s willing fuck chute.

    After a few minutes, Eastwood pulled Chase’s head up by his hair and began kissing the boy. He wrapped one hand around the boy’s throat, but didn’t choke him; he merely enjoyed keeping his hand there, knowing he could choke his personal bitch at any time if he wanted to. Eastwood began cumming in Chase’s ass. “Yeah, take my load, girl…mmmhh fuck yeah! How’s it feel to have another man plant his seed in you…oh shit, that feels good…shit…yeah I bet you’ve let plenty of other guys shoot their loads into you, huh, you lil’ slut.” 

    Chase feel so horny and slutty knowing he’d just been bred by a tall, hunky police officer. Whether he admitted it or not, he’d just lived out one of his longtime fantasies.

    Eastwood rolled over and lay on his back, catching his breath. Chase began to push himself up and get off the bed. Eastwood grabbed his ankle, “Hold up, boy. I’m not done yet. You got your man all sweaty…gotta take responsibility and lick me clean.” A glob of precum drooled out of Chase’s cock. He obediently turned around, “Wh—what??” 

    Eastwood rested both his arms over his head, exposing his damp pits, then gave Chase a single head nod. The slutty teen jock, bowed his head down into the manly armpits and began using his tongue like a washcloth. Licking his new master on his hands and knees, he looked like a doggy. Eastwood grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into the other armpit. Chase inhaled and his cock throbbed. He cleaned out the alpha cops pits, then his balls and ass crack. 

    Officer Eastwood then ordered him to follow him to the bathroom. “Kiss my feet while I take a leak.” Chase, feeling completely humiliated but still ultra-aroused began kissing each of the cop’s toes as he heard a stream of piss unload into the toilet. As Eastwood’s piss stream began dying down, he clenched his Kegel muscles to hold in the last remaining drops of piss. He used his foot to guide Chase’s face up; then, he lifted Chase’s chin with his hand. “Open your mouth, whore.”

    He placed his mostly-flacid cock into Chase’s mouth and relaxed, allowing the rest of his piss of to flow down. “You better swallow every drop like a good little fag.”  It was Chase’s first time tasting piss. It had an acrid, slithly-bitter taste, but for some reason, the teen jock continued to stroke his cock while swallowing each last drop of alpha male piss. Eastwood laughed and lightly slapped Chase’s cheeks. “Thatta boy!! Such a good obedient bitch for Daddy. You’d make a good sex slave, you know that?”

    He noticed Chase was stroking his cock vigorously, so he ordered him to put his hands behind his back. The cop then walked back towards the bed and ordered Chase to kneel at the foot of the bed. The officer took his own phone out, propped it up on a chair, and hit record. He told Chase to start jacking off again. As the boy did so, Eastwood grabbed the mostly-empty Budlight bottle. He chugged it down until only a small amount of beer remained.

    He took the glass bottle, rubbed some lotion on it, and pressed the smooth tip into Chase’s ass. It slipped right into the already-stretched hole. Within less than a minute, Chase orgasmed a second time, shooting his load onto the hardwood floor. Eastwood ended the video, satisfied, he now had something to remember this hot encounter by.

    As Eastwood got dressed and headed out the door, he thanked Chase and returned his ID, wallet and phone. “You were such a good lay. I’ll let you off easy this time, but no more walking around these streets with open Budlights okay?” Chase nodded, “Yes, Sir. Understood.”

    Chase jacked himself off one more time before drifting off to sleep. As humiliating as it was, Chase knew he’d jack off many more times in the future, fantasizing about this raunchy encounter.


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  • The Gulf & the Cove

    The Road We Go Down

    Ivan was a kind and gentle soul before he left. The unknown in our past worried me. Now that he’d told me about the conditions during his initial captivity, I was more worried about him. I didn’t know if a thing like that could change someone. Ivan was strong and he had a powerful mind.

    I thought he could resist an introduction into the subversive world of spying and come out whole, but did he?

    I wasn’t sure it changed Ivan but I wanted to hear his story. The known was far less threatening than the unknown. I understood it was likely to create more questions than answers; I’d take that risk.

    Our son was as smart as we let him be but his emotional maturity was another story. I was mature enough to hear what Ivan told me. I prepared myself to hear about those missing years. As he warmed up to the prospect of talking about those years,

    I felt more secure with the idea that Ivan was fine. The fear he was changed by the experiences was unfounded. He’d been home long enough for me to accept him as is. We’d both matured away from one another. Ivan was closer to being the same old Ivan than I was to being the same old Clay but I had the benefit of a career, the responsibility of a son, and a love that stood the test of time.

    The fact Dylan couldn’t get enough of his father was reassuring. Ivan was very good with Dylan. He was probably a better influence on Dylan than I’d been in the last six months. That alone was enough to set me at ease about what Ivan did over the missing years. By filling in the blanks, my hope was we could put those years behind us.

    Dylan didn’t need to be exposed to the harshness Ivan experienced. He’d learn soon enough the world was populated with a lot of evil people. We didn’t need to go into while he was ten.

    No one was more aware of Ivan’s absence than Dylan. Ivan was willing to tell us the story, when there was time in what was a busy schedule, but he would only tell it once. Dylan deserved to know where his father had been and what he did. Dylan needed to hear the PG version. One he heard the story, it would reassure Dylan that there was a reason Ivan was gone for so long.

    Once we knew the story, it would be easier to accept that Ivan was home to stay. Ivan would feel better about it once he talked about it and we could get on with out lives.

    I knew little or nothing about Ivan’s activities once Dylan was asking about his father’s whereabouts. Ivan was searching for Boris. That’s as much as I could tell our son for sure. I didn’t lie. I told him what he was ready to hear. I didn’t say that he’d come home. I didn’t know that he would come home.

    Once Dylan knew who his father was, the questions came in clusters. What? Where? Why? When?

    My son ought to consider journalism as a career.

    After establishing I could furnish little accurate information about where Ivan was or what he was doing. I didn’t know how he intended to find Boris. We entered the doldrums concerning Dylan’s curiosity at that point. There was no reason for him to keep asking me questions.

    I felt bad when I wasn’t able to tell Dylan what he wanted to know. A hole was created once he knew who his father was. I couldn’t do anything but love him and see that his needs were met. By being there when he needed me, his father’s absence was less of an issue.

    Talking about Ivan and not sounding angry wasn’t easy. I did it. I would not try to poison Dylan against his father. There was the hope he’d return to us in time.

    Dylan’s silence became more perplexing than his questions. I wanted to be able to reassure my son his father would come home.

    I couldn’t do that. I didn’t know Ivan would come home and I didn’t want to get Dylan’s hopes up, only to have them dashed. I didn’t want to get my hopes up for the same reason. We waited together, until Ivan did come home.

    He’d been gone a long time.

    He was trying.

    I was trying.

    Dylan had never been happier. He’d never acted like a kid but when he was around Ivan, Dylan loosened the grip he’d always kept on his emotions. Ivan made Dylan giddy with delight and the ten year old boy inside him came through.

    Dylan was very much like his father. He was a kind and gentle soul with an intensity and intuition he mastered early on. He’d waited for his father to come home for half his life. When he did come home, I’m tempted to say, ‘All was forgiven,’ but the time away was a factor. Hearing about it would fill in the blanks. Coming home made Dylan’s life better but if my son was waiting for his father to backslide, Ivan showed no sign that he wasn’t devote to his son, to me, and to the cove empire he was determined to build. We couldn’t ask for more.

    We were both crazy about Ivan but we were waiting to hear Ivan’s story. He was going to tell us when he was ready and we were waiting.

    *****

    Looking back on it, Ivan didn’t have much of a childhood. Over the years my family became his family. At a time when my siblings were leaving home, Ivan was appearing more and more often at our dinner table. Having the kid up the beach joined at the hip with their youngest son didn’t raise so much as an eyebrow.

    Mama and Pop were happy I made a friend and I’d given up being morose over leaving Tulsa. The only question in those early days in the conservancy house, was how many plates to set for dinner.

    As we finished growing up together, our friendship developed into something that went beyond ordinary friends. I suppose the term inseparable described it. There were no models or images to explain it. We were together and didn’t mind other people not knowing how to describe something that worked fine for us.

    I was working as a fisherman at fifteen. Ivan’s father was the captain of the Vilnius II. Working beside Ivan suited me fine. My father met and became friends with Mr. Aleksa. My decision to go to work on the Gulf was allowed to stand.

    *****

    Talk of Ivan being gone stopped years ago. Now the talk was of Ivan being home and at the Olson’s table on most nights.

    I never told my parents the truth about Dylan. I saw no need. They’d accepted Sunshine as their daughter. She offered new life to my family. They died a little when Sunshine died.

    The truth about Dylan was written on his face by the time he turned five.

    No one ever said, ‘Who does he remind you of?’

    By five we all saw Ivan when we looked at my son. Like Sunshine, Ivan was lost to us and his name remained in storage as Dylan grew. There were no doubts.

    Ivan was my best friend and I was raising his son as my own. It told a tale of love my parents didn’t dare mention in front of Mama’s God. Dylan was an Olson. The opaque references to Ivan and me being best friends dare not venture into the nether regions no one had words to explain.

    My religious mother and conservative father couldn’t deny the implications residing in those facts. Dylan was part Sunshine and part Ivan. According to the law, he was my son and an Olson. They were never going to understand.

    As Dylan grew and matured, my parents accepted the facts. They stopped struggling with the truth. Everyone involved was part of their family and a good family it was. That’s what was important. Untangling Ivan from Dylan and me from Ivan wasn’t possible. It was better to accept it and be happy we were happy the way it was.

    The one thing my parents knew, when Ivan showed up, Dylan was an Olson. He’d been raised an Olson. He’d remain an Olson and that was that.

    Coming in during the raising of Dylan, no one was more surprised that Dylan was Ivan’s son than Ivan. It may have been a relief when Pop cleared the air for Ivan’s benefit. No one was more agreeable than Ivan. We weren’t going to thrust Dylan at him and demand he do the honorable thing. We did the responsible thing.

    With the air cleared, everyone was happy to have Ivan home. No one was as happy as Dylan. Ivan’s presence validated Dylan’s biology in a way the Olsons couldn’t do once he turned five.

    There may have been no telltale sign that being raised by people he shared no biology with bothered him, but Dylan looked on someone who provided much of his biology for the first time. No one doubted it was a good thing.

    Dylan acted more like a child around Ivan than anyone. It was like he got what he always wanted under the Christmas tree.

    I knew how he felt.

    *****

    From early on the women in Dylan’s life provided him with love, affection, and the nourishment needed for him to grow healthy and strong. This nurturing is difficult for men to provide. Women are uniquely endowed with empathy and compassion men don’t always come with, and if they do come with it, they aren’t necessarily comfortable in the nurturing role.

    For one, I was happy to have any help I could get.

    Three women nurtured Dylan after Sunshine was gone. The same three women comforted Sunshine as she weakened in her final fight. They Assured her that Dylan would be kept in the bosom of love until he grew strong. I promised to take care of Dylan, but without the women in his life, I’m not sure what would have become of him.

    The three women who mothered Dylan were always ready to furnish whatever was needed. As Dylan grew, he returned the love and affection many times over. His quick mind and sensitive nature put a smile on our faces.

    This bond made the conservancy house a warm and wonderful home.

    With Ivan home for seven months and me back at work, I adapted to the changes. Even with Ivan home, nothing made me smile faster than hearing Mama, Lucy, and Twila laughing in the kitchen when I came in for lunch.

    Twila had a heart attack in late March, a few weeks before Ivan came home. Over seven months later she was once again working in the conservancy house twice a week.

    Things changed and then there were those things I hoped would never change. These were things I depended on when life gave me a good shake.

    *****

    Ivan was an Olson by virtue of our love. I was an Aleksa for the same reason. This came about when we were boys and growing into men. If our marriage of the mind was recognized by society, our families could celebrate our connectivity in something other than whispers. It was the way it was but I wished it wasn’t.

    Dylan’s arrival on our beach connected us in a whole other way. I didn’t give much thought to Ivan’s childhood, the process of growing into a man, which was seriously interrupted when the news came about Boris. At the time I wasn’t sure Ivan would survive it, having no idea that surviving it meant leaving me.

    Seeing Ivan and Dylan square off in a game of Goofy Golf was like watching two kids trying to prove they were the best. The boy in Ivan had resurfaced and he was the same as the boy I met on our beach so many years ago.

    Ivan was gone for ten years and I wanted to hear about it. I loved him and I cared about him and hearing about what he did, having him talk about what he did, seemed the right thing to do.

    Then, we would put it behind us and the nightmares might go away, mine and his.

    If Dylan had nightmares of his father disappearing again, he didn’t mention it. There is an innocence that comes with children. They often accept what happens as the way it is. I can’t be sure Dylan didn’t wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of some nights.

    We were both anxious to accept that Ivan was home to stay.

    *****

    The walls of the new shop were close to to completion by the time the third week in November rolled around. Once the last brick was laid, the mortar would be left to dry. On days when it might rain, a tarp went over the construction. The rest of the time the new shop baked in the Florida sun.

    *****

    Dylan was Ivan’s biggest fan.

    Now my son is no pushover. If Ivan thought he’d waltz in, discover he had a kid, and endear himself to him right off, he was sadly mistaken. It took fifteen minutes before Dylan was sold on the idea that his father was home to stay.

    He’d left me behind and my anger boiled up from the first sight of Ivan. He’d not win me over as easily as he’d won over his son. It took me a couple of days before I began to think, maybe he is home to stay. My desire to believe was more powerful than my anger.

    After being absent for too long, Ivan was home, and busy trying to make up for lost time. I didn’t know if that was possible. I was making the most of the time he gave me and so far, Ivan was as available as any man who was building a business empire could be.

    I love Ivan and I wanted to be with him, while trying to save the Gulf of Mexico. I had a career, a son, and love that endured the passage of time. That’s not to say my love would always be returned with equal intensity by Ivan.

    I’d given up the idea we’d spend the rest of our lives together a long time ago. The idea had come back to me. It was somewhere between a hope and a dream.

    Ivan’s presence was viewed as more permanent after he’d been home a while. It was easier to see him staying as the months ticked away. He didn’t get any farther away from our beach than the cove.

    He was investing for the future in the cove. I couldn’t ask for more and if I doubted him from time to time, I could live with that.

    I’d live with that for Dylan.

    I’d live with that because I believed in our love.

    I would live with that because loving Ivan was the best thing I ever did.

    *****

    Thanksgiving dinner was served at two on Thursday. It was a family affair but several invitations went out for turkey sandwiches with sweet potato or peach pie, or both, at 7p.m.

    After Ivan, Dylan, and I stuffed ourselves at Mama’s table, we took our appetites on the road. Dylan was invited to Twila’s. We stayed long enough to have a slice of pumpkin pie before heading to Harry’s house for ‘Thanksgiving drinks, hors d’oeuvre, and conversation with the congressman at 4p.m.’

    I knew better than to show up at four. It was after five when we left Twila’s. Harry’s gatherings usually went well into the night. With him running for the senate, it could last until early morning.

    With Harry in election mode, the time we’d spend alone with him wouldn’t amount to much but he hadn’t been home in months and I wanted to make sure he was OK.

    *****

    There were twenty people between the front door and Harry’s den. In clumps of two and three they talked. Harry had the biggest cluster surrounding him. He held a bourbon and branch water in front of him to ward off evil spirits.

    Looking up, he came toward us. Since I didn’t know anyone by name, I stood with Ivan and let Harry come to us.

    “Clayton, Clayton,” he said, giving me a hug and then turning to shake Ivan’s hand. “Come over here. I have someone I want you to meet.”

    I followed Harry into the scrum. Ivan stood his ground, having no desire to get into the middle of the maze.

    “Brad, Brad,” Harry said, getting the attention of a middle age man with salt and pepper gray hair.

    “Brad Trent, this is Clayton. He’ll be campaigning with us. He’ll introduce me. Brad is my campaign manager, Clayton. He’ll keep me moving forward. It’s important to stay in motion if you plan to run for the senate.”

    It was a polite handshake. I could see a question in his eyes as he looked me over. Maybe I had food stuck between my teeth.

    “I expected someone older,” he said, still looking for something he obviously couldn’t find.

    “Sorry to disappoint you. I’m getting older,” I said, sensing too much of something about the man. “Harry, I don’t want to take you away from… all of this, but a few minutes and Ivan and I will get out of your way.”

    “Oh, certainly,” Harry said. “Ivan, come over to the den.”

    We walked beside each other as Harry told me about some legislation he was introducing. Brad bird dogged us until Harry led the way into the den.

    “Excuse us,” I said, shutting the door in the bird dogs face. “Harry, you look good. How have you been? I’m still waiting for that trip to the Gulf Club.”

    “Oh, Clayton, I’m going full speed at the moment. Over Christmas I’ll be home a week. I’ll make time then,” he said. “Ivan you are looking well. I can’t believe you’ve been home six months and we haven’t had time to talk and I hear you’re doing good things in the cove. I want to hear all about it.”

    “I have the plans for what I’m doing in the car if you want to see them?” Ivan said.

    “I do. I hear the new shop is going great guns.”

    “I’ll be right back. I put the plans in the trunk of the Buick to work on over the weekend. I’ll be right back.”

    Ivan opened the door and shut it behind him.

    “Mr. Trent is a tad intense for my taste, Harry.”

    “Don’t start, Clay. He’s a necessary evil,” Harry said.

    “I’d keep garlic around your neck if I were you,” I said.

    “Garlic?”

    “It’s good against evil,” I said.

    “A good campaign manager is necessary at this level. He’ll fade as we get to where we’re going.”

    “You be sure he knows he’s not my campaign manager,” I said. “I am with you because it’s where I belong. He isn’t part of that.”

    “He won’t be. I’ll set him straight. Tell me how things are going.”

    “My life has never been better, Harry.”

    “You and Ivan are good?” Harry asked with concern.

    “We’re very good,” I said. “He’s been as considerate of Dylan and me as he can be. He works too hard and too much, but we know where to find him.”

    Harry smiled and patted my back.

    “I’m delighted to hear that. I’m glad you’re happy.”

    Ivan returned with an easel and the map of the cove project.

    Harry studied it, leaning to check some of the tiny art work.

    “This is where the beach will go,” Ivan said. “These are fire pits up here and a picnic table beside them. The old shop is going to be converted into a satellite fast food establishment that sells J.K.’s prepared foods. They’ll just be heated at J.K.’s Junior Kitchen and the customers can carry the food back to their site.”

    “I love it. You’re attention to detail is remarkable, Ivan. How’d did you come up with this? It’s going to put the cove on the map.”

    “I’ve been thinking about doing this since I was a little kid and going out with my Pop Pop. He talked about it being a shame more people couldn’t come here to see the picturesque cove by the sea.’”

    “Where are the hangups? What can I help you with? I love it, Ivan. That’s an impressive map. We’ll want to get pictures of it and use pictures on the brochure we’ll create for you at the conservancy. You drew all this detail? I find it impressive.”

    “Yes, it’s constantly being changed.”

    “Clay, can you use your camera equipment to take some pictures of this map? The art department at the conservancy would love to get a hold of this.”

    “I’ve never photographed anything like this but I’m a photographer. Where there’s a will there’s a way, Harry,” I said.

    “Connie will know where to get brochures printed. Listen to me, butting right in, that’s if you don’t mind the conservancy being involved with your project.”

    “Butt away, Harry. This entire idea is right off the top of my head. I didn’t think about a brochure or pictures of my map. It’s a great idea.”

    “Now, what can I do? What’s giving you trouble?”

    “The major pieces don’t change. I add things like fire pits and such to offer visitors options. I’ll need a grader to take up the jungle between the boat ramp and the Gulf. I’m having no luck. The closest place I can find is in Fort Myers. Transportation it is more expensive than renting the machine. Then I’ll need sand for the beach. We’ll rent a truck to haul in white sand. I don’t know where from.”

    “Grader? I’ve got local contractors who we’ve been doing business with since my father’s time. Give me until Christmas and I’ll talk to them and find out what I can on the grader and the sand. Some of them are working up the beach twenty miles. They might be agreeable to renting us a grader and a truck for hauling sand. How does that sound to you?”

    “Great,” Ivan said.

    “I’ll be home a week over the holidays. We’ll talk and discuss options then.”

    There was a knock on the door.

    “Excuse me,” Harry said, walking away from the easel where Ivan placed the map.

    “Brad, I’m in a meeting. This is about my congressional district. I’m still a congressman at the moment and I’ll be done here in a minute.”

    Harry closed the door and walked back to lean his backside against his big oak desk.

    “I’ll leave him in Washington over Christmas,” Harry said.

    “I’m glad you’re home and making plans to stay with us, Ivan. Needless to say, you gave me more than one sleepless night over the past five years. Now I’ve got to get back to my donors. They were promised face time with the candidate. Don’t want them giving their money to my opponent.”

    *****

    The three of us went diving earlier in the day Saturday and while eating clams at J.K.’s Kitchen, Ivan said, “I’m ready to tell the story you two want to hear. Tonight, after dinner, we’ll head for my house. I’ll begin telling you about my years away. We’ll have two weeks before Taggart and I will start on the roof. So tonight on my deck, after dinner, you’re both invited if you’re interested.”

    “Count me in,” Dylan said, as he finished polishing off a plate of fried clams. “I get to go diving, have clams, and hear Daddy-O’s story in one day. How cool is that?”

    “Don’t expect too much,” Ivan said. “The first few years were spent going back and forth across the country, talking to the men who served with Boris as they returned to the States.”

    “Cool. I want to hear about that,” Dylan said.

    We got clams and hush puppies at J.K.’s Kitchen and stuffed pork chops with sage dressing at Mama’s table. It gave new meaning to the word stuffed.

    I was always famished after a dive and I came up for air after my third pork chop. I couldn’t eat another bite, until Mama put the banana cream pie in front of us.

    I could hardly move until Ivan said, “I’m ready to tell the story. There’s nothing to stop us for two weeks.”

    “You mean I can stay home from school?” Dylan asked hopefully.

    “I think a few hours after dinner in the evening will be as much story telling as I want to do. I’ll have time to sort through my thoughts after each episode and before starting the next segment. I’m guessing if you ask your daddy if you can stay home from school, we both know what the answer to that will be.”

    *****

    The ground rules were set by Ivan. He’d tell the story when he was ready but he’d only tell it once.

    I was more than ready to hear about where Ivan went and what he did while he was gone. Once I heard the details, I might be able to shake my nightmares. It was worth a shot.

    Five of the ten years Ivan was gone were a complete mystery. So after two slices of pie, I was ready to rock and roll.

    We were off to hear the story wizard.

    “Going to Ivan’s, Mama. Don’t wait up for us,” I said, as Mama washed dishes and Lucy dried.

    “Fine meal, Mama,” Ivan said. “Thank you.”

    “I’m going too,” Dylan said, slipping out and shutting the door before there could be an objection.

    We disappeared into the night.

    Since the storm the month before, the weather had been perfect, except for the occasional day of showers. Fall brought pleasant clear weather. As December rolled around the temperatures were moderate and the humidity was on the lower side of the scale.

    Once we were at Ivan’s, we stopped in the kitchen for sodas before we went up to sit on the deck outside Ivan’s bedroom.

    Dylan sat in the big wicker chair beside me. We still fit but it wouldn’t be long before Dylan would need to bring the third wicker chair out to the deck.

    We sat in the dark as a slight breeze ruffled the curtains in the sliding doors behind us. A quarter moon shined low in the southwestern sky. Stars cascaded overhead.

    Night sounds surrounded us.

    It was the perfect night for Ivan to weave the pieces of his mysterious past together.

  • Fag’s first Locktober

    This is a true story od my first day in chastity during Locktober 2023.

    Hi, my name is Collin and I’m a fag.

    Today was my first day in chastity as part of Locktober 2023. I got up early as I had to catch a train to capital city, because next week starts school year at my college. So I traveled almost four hours and got to my apartment around noon. I share it with my friends, so I thought they would be there. When I arrived they wasn’t! And they planned on coming next morning!!

    I was so fucking happy as I wanted to play with my locked dick. I’ve wanted to try locking up for a very long time. I thought it could help me stop masturbating, which got really intense in the last few months. I started consider myself a bator, I could jerk off for hours with poppers and some toys, so I told myself: Let’s try Locktober, at least I won’t be touching my dick so often. Boooy was I wrong about that.

    So, I arrived with none of my roommates there, I happily put the cage on and went shopping for clothes. I have fake Cobra cage, I’m planning on buying a new one if chastity gets serious. But today, I bought pants for work and then very nice black sweatpants. Exactly the type of sportswear I love. Cage didn’t bother me much, it felt really nice to have it covering my dick and not allowing it any movement. I came home and went on my usual routine. Shower, dinner and then, I thought, let’s sniff a little bit of poppers and play with my caged dick.

    Since I obviously couldn’t play with my dick, I chose to finger my asshole a little. I laid on bed and started watching Twitter with its many content to jerk off. I sniffed once from poppers and started massaging my asshole with my fingers. The rush came instantly. I was horny as pig and wanted to unlock myself and jerk off like a pathetic bator. I stopped myself and focused on my hole. 

    I massaged it to the point I couldn’t bear it, then I slid one finger in. A had to stop for a moment as it was suddenly too much. I breathed it out, then took a hit from poppers and continued with my finger.

    I felt so fucking sexy. With large hoodie, white socks and don’t forget about the cage. I continued to fuck my hole while moaning as a common whore. I imagined the door open, dom in leather walking in and raping me like a worthless cumdump. That didn’t happen, what did happen was, that I got into some kind of trance of hornines.

    I found “poppers training” category on porn websites and choose the most perverted and hard poppers training. I put my headphones on, turned off the light, pressed play button and started watching it. Fuck that was incredible. I’ve never experienced something so intense like that.

    I hit a big sniff from poppers along with the commands on the screen. I held it and exhaled. The rush came again and this time I wasn’t ready. The combination of dark, that fucked up music that completely absorbed me, videos of cumdumps getting raped, used and abused on the screen and those humiliating sentences was just too much. Much was hypnotising me, as I couldn’t stop watching computer.

    You’re a worthless cumdump. Go to a cruising spot. Prepare to take every load. That’s what you’re made to do. You serve men. You don’t need penis. You accept every load… this is what I read on the screen. And I agreed with everything!! I wanted it, wanted to be just a hole for everyone who’d want to store his cum in me. To wait at public toilets for a cock appearing in glory hole. To let the door to my apartment open and let anonymous cocks fuck me.

    That was all over my head. I hit poppers once. Then twice. Every nostril one. Then 10 little hits. The one hit so big I almost passed out.

    By the time of second hit I stopped finger my ass. I completely forgot about it. Only thing that mattered were my cock and balls. Cock was out of reach, so I (for the first time in my life) started punching my balls. At first, it was light. Then I added power as I wanted more and more. There wasn’t any limit. After ever hit of poppers I punched with even more power.

    I started “masturbating” my cage too. I would pull it up and then push back. It didn’t mean anything really for my soft cock, but in the combination with punching…. i was in heaven.

    I forgot all about videos, I was absorbed by music and pleasure coming from torturing my balls and cock. I blinked on screen and there just appeared “prepare your poppers”. I took a massive hit like it was my last. When the rush came, I couldn’t stop torturing myself. I continued in punching and pulling. I heard myself moaning even with my headphones on. I was total mess of a fag. And I loved it.

    If I had a ruined orgasm on my first day of first Locktober, that would be si fucking cool I thought. I’ve never experienced one, only heard about what it is. My “masturbation” became more intense. I could feel it. Orgasm was near. I added more intensity, shook like a bitch in heat on my bed, loud brainwashing music playing in my headphones and then it came. Cum spurt out of me like waterfall. But where the fuck was the pleasure. Instead, I squirted and squirted, my hand full of cum but that awesome feeling was nowhere to be found.

    I laid on my bed, still wanking because I didn’t feel like I have came! There was only the begining of orgasm and now I was as horny as before (more perhaps) and my cock ready for action. If I hadn’t hand full of cum I would thing I passed out and had a dream.

    I slowly came to realization, what just happened. I had my first ruined orgasm! In my first locktober day! I felt so great. Not only the post but clarity didn’t come and I didn’t feel ashamed, I was proud of myself that I could accomplish that. It meant big deal for me. 

    But yeah, I was still horny as fuck. I wanted to continue and have one, two, three more! I felt like such a pathetic fag, ruining his orgasms just so he can play with his cock. But let me tell you. From my first experience, ruined caged orgasm is far better than a normal one. I’m excited to try again and see how far I can go.

    I didn’t expect that but this locktober might be a very life hanging experience!

    End of part 1

    Thank you very much for reading. I’m sorry for my english, it’s not my mother language as well as this is my first story ever written. Hope it wasn’t disaster.


    If you want give feedback, I would very gladly hear your oppinions. You can write me on email: [email protected] 

    I hope you’ll like young fag Collin and will ve interested in watching his way to become real fag. 

    I was thinking about, in some parts, refer to him as “Fag” and “it”. What is your opinion?

    Story is 100 % true and happened on the first day of Locktober 2023. 

  • Seduced by neighbor and brother

    Im Skyy I’m eighteen years old stand six two rock hard chest wash board six pack abs blonde hair blue eyes my cock uncut thick but not too thick nine half inches long 

    I have a brother Rusty nineteen years old stands six one rock hard chest wash board six pack abs red hair hazel eyes and uncut also thick but not too thick nine inches long 

    My next door neighbor Zack is twenty one years old lives with his parents he stood six two rock hard chest wash board six pack abs blonde hair hazel eyes his cock uncut somewhat thick ten inches long

    Zack and myself are close tight net friends and both of us were known to masterbate ourselves and each other together 

    We lived in a mansion in a gated community with swimming pools in every backyard 

    It was a hot humid Saturday afternoon our parents left for the weekend Zack and myself were laying out by the pool at my place talking when Zack pulls out a joint saying let’s get high

    He lights it takes a big drag then passed it to me  we finished smoking the joint we were both flying like a kite

    I stood up pulled off my swim suit then divided into the pool saying bro cum on in the water is nice 

    Zack got up pulled down his swim suit and divided into the pool 

    We were talking while splashing each other witch turn into a wrestling match 

    As we were wrestling our cocks kept touching each others cock both of us were starting to get rock hard 

    We stopped both of us rock hard when Zack whispered into my ear saying bro I want to suck your cock 

    I said you have to be kidding me Zack replied no im serious 

    Both got out I sat on a pool chair as Zack kneeling down I front of me grabbed my rock hard cock slowly started putting it in his mouth when started sucking it 

    I laid my head back saying bro this feels so good after about six-seven minutes I told him I was going to blow my load and he kept sucking 

    As my head leaning back as I shot my load of male seed deep into his throat I noticed my brother watching us from his bedroom window 

    Zack that was amazing you’re going to have to let me return the favor 

    Zack sat down I grabbed his cock slowly started putting it in my mouth then started sucking it 

    After about four minutes Zack said im going to blow my load of male seed as his cum shooting down my throat

    Zack you like the taste of my cum he replied yes I did then said to him me too

    Zack have you ever thought of having sex with another male 

    I said well to be honest with you a couple of times when your standing in front of me naked 

    Zack said the same here. Want to try it as I quickly replied your kidding me Zack said no for real 

    I thought about it for a few seconds then said okay let’s go to my bedroom we’ll watch some gay porn Zack replied let’s do this as we’re walking to my bedroom 

    We’re still naked I laid out on the bed saying Zack lay next to me as Zack laid next to me  grabbed the lube from the night stand 

    I found some gay porn we both started watching it as two men 69ing each other after a few I noticed Zack starting to get hard as my was rising to full staff

    He learned over grabbed my cock and started sucking it 

    I felt a wet finger entering my ass then two after a few he was finger fucking me with three of his fingers

    Zack said lay on your back and spread your legs as he was topping me he lubed my ass then his cock slowly felt the head of his cock entering my ass as im screaming it hurts 

    After about ten minutes it was all the way in slowly fucking me maybe after six or seven minutes it started feeling real good saying fuck me with your big cock 

    Zack was fucking my brain out when I noticed Rusty naked leaning on the door masterbating himself while watching us 

    I fingered him to cum to me laying on the edge of the bed as he walk up to me I grabbed his cock started slowly sucking it 

    Maybe fifteen minutes later Zack said im going to blow as I felt he filling me with his load of male seed as Rusty shooting his load of male seed deep into my throat 

    My brother said Skyy I always want to fuck that bubble ass of yours as he lubed my ass and his cock started slowly sliding it in my ass then started fucking my brain out I grabbed Zacks cock and started sucking it 

    Rusty fucking my ass saying going to fuck your boy pussy you are my boy pussy slut

    Ten minutes later Rusty started screaming im cumming and shot his load of male seed deep into my ass I started sucking harder and faster until he shot his load of male seed deep into my ass 

    Rusty saying Zack fuck me with your beautiful cock 

    Zack grabbed the lube put some in his ass then his cock started sliding it in his boy pussy 

    Zack was fucking Rusty as Rusty grabbed my cock and started sucking it 

    Fifteen minutes later all three of us at the same time screaming im cumming and we shot your loads 

    Then I fucked Zack as Zacks sucking Rusty’s cock once again we shouting im cummmiiiing 

    We still have three ways today when the wife’s go shopping 

  • Jet Ski Fuck

    I sat naked on the jet-ski except for a life-vest and a leather cock-ring. The muscular young bull straddled in behind me and lifted me up so that my rump was raised over his stiff pillar of dick meat. He lined up the spongy, drooling knob and slowly lowered me onto his shaft. I gasped with pleasure as he settled my tush in his lap and buried his oily shank up inside me to the hilt. The girth pressed on my prostate and its plum sized glans was buried in my belly somewhere above my navel. The legnth straightened the bend in my gut and caused my own erection to squirt tiny spurts of semen from the pleasure in my stretched man-cunt. I was now fully impaled upon his big, black stanchion which pinned me in place just inside the grip of his muscular thighs. I could feel the sticky pools of pre-cum collecting at my balls and sticking them to the seat. The hot sun felt good on my naked form and the fact that this yound bull had his rock-hard truncheon stuck up my asshole had me so excited I almost had a total climax right then and there. He un buckled my vest and took it off then took his off as well. He snugged up behind me and pressed his bare chest to my back. He put his mouth on my ear and sucked on my earlobe. 

    “You feel my big dick in you white-boy” He hissed in his thick accent. 
    “Squeeze it with your pussy now faggot… Milk my udder and make my big cock squirt it’s milk into you, yeah?” He added. 

    I melted into a mass of hot, horny butter andand whimpered in obedience as I began to flex my abs and squeeze at the thick pillar of dickmeat in my butthole. He sighed, enjoying the massage I was giving his twitching baton. He grew even harder at that and humped even further into me. I mewled weakly as he fucked me like a bitch. He started the Jet ski and we began the 20 minute trip to the small, village retreat on the other side of the island. I felt the exhileration of speeding forward while getting my asshole penetrated by his 11-inch cum-sTICK. My prostate twitched and spasmed against the cut ridges of his knobby glans and I whimpered in delight at the pleasure he was giving me. With each bounce of the water craft, his fuck-staff would jab my guts and every time we encountered a wake, i would be lifted up then dropped squarely onto his fuck-pole, and each time we crashed over a bump, nut butter would spurt out of my throbbing cock. I began to find a rythym, squeezing and contracting my anus around his dick, then pushing it out with my ass muscles, only to pull it back inside of me in time with the waves. I was sucking his cock with my male-pussy. Getting myself off while working toward getting him to orgasm so he’d inseminate me with that sweet, black mans-cum from his boiling testes. 

    We passed a few boats on the way. Many of them had women lounging on deck or sunning themselves at the stern. Everytime they’d look, they’d see two nude men, one with his rear-end firmly seated in the lap of the other. I didn’t care that they saw. It felt too good to be concerned. Besides, many of the young women would cat-call or yell out encourgement like, “Fuck yeah!” or “Get some Boys!”, while some of them flashed their tits or asses. Mostly the men scowled or laughed and called us faggots or queers. But the fact is, everybody in the vicinity of those Islands was as horny as us and had come there to express their own Hedonistic behavior. 

    Soon, we slowed down and eventually he cut the engine. We were then afloat about 5 minutes from our destination. I turned my head to ask what was going on but, as I opened my mouth to speak, he craned his head around so that our lips were pressed together. His course mustache felt raspy against my face but, the wet, hot, softness of his lips and tongue reprieved the harsh feeling of his maleness on my face. He jammed his licker into my throat and I eagerly accepted it, choking a bit on the wet length invading my gullet. He slathered and sluiced his spit into my mouth and stuck his tongue out all the way which invited me to suck it like a wet dick. I moaned and quickly sucked the saliva from it while submitting my throat. This whole time, his massive erection was buried up my asshole, teasing my gut and raking across my prostate like a granite pillar. My dickhole leaked pre-cum like crazy in response and I humped my hips up and back, trying to feel more of him up inside me.

    “Ahhhh yeah Mr.Whiteboy-mon! Milk my big, black cock with your soft, wet ass-poossy!” He encouraged as I squeezed and massaged the fleshy invader with my hungry fuck-hole. Everytime I squeezed, then released his girth, more semen would drool out of my hard little dick and coat my smooth, hairless balls. 
    ‘Yessss…You are a pig for a black mans sperm! Suck on my big, black fuck-stick with your whiteboy ass-poossy! You will be a faggot when you depart these lands… Your butthole is only for a black penis to breed. You will take all of the sperm given to you and keep it in your belly! Do you agree, Fuck-Peeg?” He asked.
    ‘Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck! Y-yesssss I do sir! I do! I do! I need to be seeded by black dick-meat and filled with sperm from the superior balls of my black masters!” I answered. The whole time I was humping my ass around on his rock-hard jungle spear as I rotated my hips and stirred my guts with his cummy spike. 

    I begged for him to inseminate my eager faggot fuck-pussy and wanted him to plant his seed deep in my tummy. I wanted to get pregnant with slimy, black mans sperm and to hold it in my belly until I was fertilized by it and given a little black baby. I wanted so badly to have a black baby fucked into me by a dominant black man….. I milked and massaged his meaty tool with all my skill and energy, begging for him to ejaculate up inside me and flood my man-cunt with his nut nectar. 

    “Cum up my butt sir? Please cum inside me and knock me up with your sperm daddy? Pleeeeeeassse!?!? I NEED to be inseminated by a black cock! Please cum up my asshole and fill my pussy with your seed daddy!?!? Breed my ass-cunt! Breed me with your virile fuck-rod! Seed my cunt! Breed me! Breed Me!! Breed meeeeee!” I squealed in lusty abandon as I danced wildly atop his skewer. Suddenly, he grunted and slammed himself up into my butt-pussy all the way. He froze and I could feel his big dick swell and pulse as he unloaded a torrent of sperm into me.  

     “Oh Gawwwd I….Oh Gawwwd Yesssss!! Fuck your sperm up my faggot butthole! Yesssss baby! Yessssss!! Oh f-fuuuuuuck!!! Yessss!! Squirt it up inside me!!!”
    I could feel the convulsions of his meaty tool as he inseminated me. My own little weiner spurted madly all over my bare pelvis and the seat in front of me. His orgasm was strong and it felt like a quart of semen was being pumped into my belly. It pulsed and bubbled as I squeezed at his sperm cannon, milking each volley up from his big bull balls and out the tubular meat spasming inside me. After a few seconds, it felt like I was getting an enema due to the amount of cum being squirted up my ass. I could feel it slip and splotch around my hole and my asshole felt slimy and wet. So much cum….I cooed and whimpered as he finished climaxing inside me. 

    He finished pumping his sperm into me and pushed me forward as he slid his big, still-erect prick from the wet, sloppy sheath of my man-cunt. I felt fluid gush out of me as he pulled out and knew I was getting used like a faggot whore. 

     We sat, bobbing in the current just off the beach for awhile before he started the jet-ski and took me to shore to be used by more black men. 

  • Fun and Games

    I finally made it to my senior year of high school, but now I had to figure out the whole college and career thing. How the hell does anyone my age know what they want to do for the rest of their lives? To make things worse, I was starting to have feel strange feelings towards my friends. While they were all dating girls, I was thinking about what it would be like to do things with them. I don’t mean just hanging out with them as friends, I mean sexual things. I knew I shouldn’t be having those thoughts, but I couldn’t help it.

    There were five of us in our little group, we met in elementary school and have been close ever since. Tommy was our unofficial leader, he was the all-around jock, he played whatever sport was in season. He was tall, with the typical jock build, blonde hair, blue eyes, killer smile, the girls all loved him, I guess a few guys did too. Theo was also a jock, just a little shorter than Tommy, with dark hair and skin and a stocky build, your classic Italian stud. Gabe was the tall and thin basketball player of the group, the bright red hair, green eyes and pale skin were the complete opposite of Theo. While I liked hanging around with all the guys, Travis was probably my best friend. He fell in between Tommy and Theo in height and weight, had dark blonde or light brown hair, whichever way you wanted to say it. He wasn’t as stocky as Theo but was a little more muscular than Tommy and Gabe. I was the shortest of the group, about two inches shorter than Theo. While I wasn’t as muscular as Theo, I wasn’t as skinny as Gabe either. I had dark black hair and could have had a full beard at this point, unlike my friends whose facial hair was still patchy. My legs and arms were already covered in the same dark hair and last year the small patch of hair I had in the center of my chest had begun to spread out to my nipples and down to my stomach.

    Over the last year, Tommy started to date Macy, of course she was a petite blonde, they were definitely the “it” couple. Theo was with Alisha, a cute brunette, and Gabe was seeing Cloe, a sweet girl with sandy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Travis and I were both single, although he did go on a few dates with some of the girls in our class. I knew I wasn’t interested in girls, but never let it show and just chimed in whenever we talked about which girls were hot.

    If there wasn’t a school activity or game, we would usually spend Friday and Saturday night at one of our houses. When the girls joined the group, we would also spend time at their houses, watching movies or playing board or card games. About halfway through the school year, we were at Macy’s house, her parents were out of town for the weekend. We talked her older brother into getting us some beer, he made us promise that we would stay at the house and not drive anywhere. We agreed and were sitting in Macy’s basement playing games. We finished a game and were trying to decide what to do next. To everyone’s surprise, Cloe, who is usually the quiet, shy one, suggested strip poker. Within a few minutes we were all in agreement, still shocked that the girls were the first to be on board. We set the ground rules, both shoes counted as one, the same with socks, belts didn’t count. We went around the room and counted the clothing everyone was wearing, Theo and I had to take off our hoodies to make it even. We decided that the girls all got one extra piece of clothing, their bras.

    We were sitting on the floor in a circle, the girls were next to their boyfriends, and I was next to Travis. Tommy dealt the first round, at the end of the hand, Alisha was taking off her shoes. Over the next hour, the hands were pretty even, and other than Theo, who was now shirtless, we were all sitting there in just our shirts, pants and underwear. A short time later, the only one left wearing a shirt was Cloe, I lost the next hand and had to take my jeans off. I adjusted my black American Eagle boxer briefs and sat back down next to Travis, to a round whistles and cat calls.

    I blushed, “ok, ok, just shut up and deal the next hand.”

    To my relief, I was dealt a full house and Tommy lost the hand with a pair of threes. He pulled his pants off, revealing his white Calvin Klein briefs and his nice bulge. Then Cloe lost her shirt, Theo and Alisha lost their pants, at least I wasn’t the only one in my underwear now. The next two hands saw Gabe and Cloe were down to their underwear as well. The only one left with his pants was Travis. That changed when he only had a pair of fives at the end of the next round. I smiled to myself as he pushed his jeans down and was left with just a pair of red Adidas boxer briefs.

    I felt the butterflies in my stomach when I saw the cards that were dealt to me, shit, there is no way I can win this hand, I was going to be the first one naked. When everyone laid their card down, they all had better hands, except Travis. Neither one of us even had a pair.

    We looked around the circle, Tommy said, “high card determines the winner.”

    We both looked at our cards, the highest card I had was a ten, I looked over at Travis’s cards, his high card was also a ten.

    Macy giggled, “looks like you both have to lose the underwear.”

    Travis and I looked at each other, Gabe interrupted, “or they could do something else to decide the winner.”

    Tommy laughed, “like what?”

    Gabe shrugged, “how about a game of gay chicken?”

    Theo asked, “what’s gay chicken?”

    Gabe explained, “they have to do something gay to the other guy, like touch them, or move close like they are going to kiss, the first one to flinch or say stop, loses.”

    The girls all cooed, “that sounds fun.”

    Theo rolled his eyes, “as long as it’s them and not me, I’d just take my underwear off.”

    I looked at Travis, he was looking back at me. I shrugged, “it’s up to you.”

    He grinned, “oh, I’m up for it, I got this, no problem.”

    I started to panic, damn, I really did want to do this, but how far would I go in front of all of my best friends?

    I nodded, “ok, let’s do this.” I moved closer to Travis, our bare legs were now touching.

    Travis looked at Gabe, “ok, so what do we have to do?”

    Gabe said, “in the video I saw, the two guys started with their hand on each other’s knee, then kept moving them up the thigh and to their cocks until one of the guys says stop.”

    Travis and I looked at each other, then we each put a hand on each other’s knee. We held eye contact as we slowly inched our hands up the other’s leg. We had moved up to the bottom of our boxer briefs, Travis smirked at me, “you want to stop?”

    I returned the grin, “nope, you?”

    He shook his head and we both moved up further, now just below the other’s waist band. We continued, each working our hands closer to each other’s dicks.

    Tommy said, “oh my God, they are going to do it!”

    Travis’s eyes widen as I placed my hand over his hard cock, my cock was suddenly forming a tent in my shorts too. We kept our eyes locked on each other as I gave him a slow stroke, he did the same to me. We both ran our fingers over the other’s wet spot. I had been thinking about this moment for a long time, this is my chance to finally play with a cock, other than my own. I took a deep breath and moved my hand up and under the elastic of his waist band and wrapped it around my best friend’s swollen manhood. Not to be out done, Travis let out a small gasp, then quickly moved his hand inside my underwear. We started to stroke each other.

    Theo sighed, “oh shit, I can’t believe they are doing this.”

    Our eyes remained locked on each other, my mind was racing, I have come this far, no turning back now. I leaned forward, until my lips reached Travis’s, he leaned toward me too, we pushed our tongues into each other’s mouths.

    I heard one of the others say, “eww.” Someone else said, “oh my God.” Then, “holy shit.”

    I just blocked them out as I continued to kiss and stroke Travis. I pushed him back onto the floor, he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed as our bare chests and hard dicks rubbed against each other. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I reached down and pushed my underwear down to my knees and with a kick of my legs, sent them flying across the room. When Travis realized what I had done, he pushed his boxers down and kicked them off too. We picked up our kissing as our now naked cocks rubbed against each other, spreading precum all over our stomachs. The skin against skin was an incredible feeling, better than I had ever imagined. My instincts kicked in, I began kissing my way down Travis’s chest, his nipples, then his washboard abs. I sighed when I reached his dick, seven inches of pure beauty. It jumped when I ran my tongue across the precum covered head and Travis gasped. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, then popped the whole thing into my mouth. I locked my lips on him as I bobbed up and down the entire length, Travis moaning the whole time.

    Travis panted, “oh God, let me suck you too.” He pulled me around into a sixty-nine position and I fed him my throbbing cock as I went back to work on his. At this point I didn’t even care that my hairy ass was pointed right at all my friends. I gave Travis’s balls a good licking, then sucked them into my mouth, bringing out more new sounds from Travis. I ran a finger across his pucker, his legs spread apart, giving me even more access to his hole. I pulled him up and replaced my finger with my tongue, Travis released my dick and gasped, “fuck yeah, lick that hole.” I moved around and pushed his legs until he was almost folded in half. I pushed my tongue in and out of his hole, leaving a generous amount of my saliva in and around his pucker. This caused another round of comments from our friends, I was too lost in the moment to even hear what they were saying.

    I spit on my cock and moved up for another kiss, my dick aimed at Travis’s hole. Our eyes met again, he gave me a slight nod, I eased in slowly until my balls were resting on his ass. We continued to kiss as I started to piston, in and out, Travis spouted out another round of obscenities, that I took as words of encouragement. He was now pushing his ass back to meet every one of my thrusts. His cock was trapped between our hard stomachs as we continued to make out. He grunted and I felt his seed cover our abs, his ass muscles contracting on my cock. I felt my nuts tighten and a tingle deep in my gut, I pushed in as far as I could and let my jizz fly. Once my spasms stopped, I relaxed on top of Travis, we shared another deep passionate kiss. My deflating dick slipped from his cum filled hole as we kept our kiss going.

    Gabe said, “wow, that’s the same way the video I watched ended.”

    Travis and I blushed as we were brought back to reality, we had gotten so carried away that we forgot our friends were still in the room. We looked over to them and saw our friends had their cocks out, each being stroked by their girlfriend.

    Tommy said, “yeah, one of them better say stop soon, or I am going to think that they really are gay.”

  • Culture Clash

     22-year-old Eric Murphy knew he was a lucky young man. In June, he had graduated from New York University’s School of Business, he had taken it easy that summer at his parent’s Long Island house. He had accepted a fantastic job offer that began in September. Not only was it at a six-figure salary, but it also had an expense account, a signing bonus and reimbursement for his student loans after a year.

     The drawback was that it was in the small Dubai office of a major financial firm, but Eric took that in stride due to the generous compensation. A recruiter contacted him before graduation, Eric aced several Zoom interviews with the middle-aged august CFO, the cheery male young head of the Dubai team, and the Human Resources administrator, a pleasant obviously young gay guy. Eric signed the lengthy contract, non-disclosure agreement, and absolution of corporate liability form.    

     Eric was good-looking in a wholesome way, not in a model-like way, he was a normal clean cut young masculine straight guy. He was medium height, he worked out, and a lean defined build. His thick sandy hair framed his appealing youthful facial features, and his green eyes were striking. His cut dick was a sturdy seven inches. He had had a girlfriend while in college. Vivica was a knockout, fun to be with and sensual. The sex between them was mutually fulfilling. But she was a theater major and was off to London to study for a year. They had agreed to split and see where they stood when she returned.

     A few nights before he was to leave, Eric  met up with some of his former college friends in Manhattan for a boy’s night out at a Financial District strip club. The girls were hot and busty, the way Eric liked. The six young men polished off two bottles of vodka while watching girls dance and forked over lots of bills for lap dances. Eric’s seven-inch cut dick was throbbing in his jeans during several girls grinding on his crotch. Of course, there was no touching by the guys, just good-natured sexy communal male fun.

     Eric had dinner with his family the before his departure. The rigors of the 14-hour flight were mitigated by the comforts of a seat in business class. His flight arrived in Dubai the next morning. A uniformed limousine driver was waiting with a sign with Eric’s name. The driver was tall, burly, mustached and in his early 40’s. He put Eric’s luggage in the trunk and drove. Eric had been cordial and then checked his phone. Looking up, he saw the driver occasionally staring at him. Eric became uncomfortable as the driver was clearly gazing at him in a too interested manner, in a sexual way. Eric had tangentially known gay guys throughout his life in school. He had no gay friends but was openminded. Sometimes he was aware that guys checked him out in the gym or in social situations, but they clearly desired him in a submissive way, like they wanted to suck his cock and for him to fuck them. Eric had no interest in any of that, but if those gays were into that, good for them. This limo driver was looking at him like he was a girl! Eric felt he just had to endure this weird situation until he got to his corporate apartment. Thankfully, the ride wasn’t that long. Eric got out of the limo; the driver got his luggage from the trunk. Eric gave him a tip, the driver handed him a business card.

     “Thank you sir” said the driver, “Contact me if you’d like to get together sometime” he said winking. Eric said nothing, as he turned to wheel his luggage, he felt the driver staring at him, at his ass. Eric entered the lobby.

     “Here is your key card, sir” said the young man at the front desk. Eric felt the same vibe he got from the limo driver. That this guy was checking him out in a sexual way. It was all so discombobulating, being brazenly viewed sexually by a guy when he straight. The apartment was a nice one bedroom with a terrace. The refrigerator was well stocked as was the bar. Eric made a sandwich and had a few Grey Goose on the rocks and went to bed, his first day at work was tomorrow morning.

     It was a 10-minute walk from the apartment to the large glass building where Eric would be working. Along the way, four teenage guys on skateboards surrounded Eric, they whistled at him, made obscene gestures, laughed at him, and then rode off. The office was on the 17th floor. It was an open-air suite of desks that he and his five co-workers were stationed at.

     “Welcome aboard!” said the beaming Amir, the team leader as he shook Eric’s hand. They were all dressed casually in khakis and button-down shirts. 27-year-old Amir was tall and handsome, the four other young men were similar. They all had an informal get to know each other, they were all married, had children and lived around Dubai. They all spoke flawless, slightly accented English and seemed cosmopolitan, having come from upper-class families and been educated abroad at top schools.

     “It must be different for you here” said the friendly Malik.

     “That’s for sure! It seems like there’s some kind of weird gay vibe around, my limo driver and concierge practically undressed me and raped me with their eyes! Just now, four kids harassed me.”

     “Oh, it can be awkward for white male foreigners here” said Nasir, “It’s just a cultural thing. Women are restricted socially here; a lot of men fetishize good looking young fair-skinned foreign men like yourself. Sometimes they cross the line. It’s nothing to worry about, but you shouldn’t walk in dark alleys at night” he laughed.

     Eric’s non-demanding duties involved a good deal of basic accounting which he performed with expertise as his co-workers traded. There really wasn’t much to do during a full day at the office. It was odd to be so well compensated for work a low-paid junior clerk could do. Delicious food was delivered for lunch. They all bonded further. Eric took pictures with his co-workers and posted them on his Instagram. They also made some Tik Tok videos showing Eric’s place of work and goofing around with his co-workers. The day ended. Eric’s co-workers all went to their homes and Eric walked back to his apartment. The concierge smiled and greeted him in a subtly leering way. Eric had dinner delivered, the young delivery man gave him the eye. Eric ate, had a few vodkas and watched a movie before bed. The rest of the week went the same way.

     “Hey, we want to take you out to celebrate your first week, you’re super!” said Amir.

     “Sure, thanks!”

     The six young men were in a private room of a karaoke bar. They had snacks and drinks. Each sang pleasantly, woozy from a few vodkas, Eric did Katy Perry’s “Firework.” Then they sat on a couch and chairs.

     “Eric, besides a celebration this is also an orientation and training session” said Amir, his voice was not its typical friendly tone, it was steely and business-like. “You’re now going to learn what your true role as an employee is. As stated in your contract which you signed, you will be required to perform services as directed by your team leader, which is me.”

     The confused Eric saw in horror that his five co-workers were all undoing their belts and unzipping their khakis. Soon, each one was stroking their large dark cut dicks and tugging on their meaty hairy ball sacks.

     “I need some air” said Eric as he stood and reached for the door which he found was locked.

     “Sit the fuck back down!” yelled Amir. Eric sat and began crying; Amir was stroking his cock. “These are the facts. You weren’t brought over here at exorbitant compensation to sit around diddling over spreadsheets, you were hired because you’re a hot piece of ass. The Dubai office is major revenue stream for the company. The company wants to keep its star traders happy and productive. That means giving us the perk of a sexy white boy to drain our balls, that is your actual position in the company, like others before you.” From his briefcase Amir took out some papers, “This is your signed contract which you’re free to rip up and this is a one-way ticket for a flight leaving in two hours to JFK. Your options are going back home tonight with zilch or fulfilling your duties. What is your decision?”

     There were a few seconds of silence before the trembling and red-faced Eric, responded. “Uh, I’ll stay.”

     “Shrewd move, now do your job,” Amir said while stroking his dick.

     Eric slowly dropped to the floor and crawled over and in between Amir’s stretched out legs. Eric was in a state of shock. In a vodka-fueled haze he stared at Amir’s cock.

     “I know this isn’t in your skill set right now, this is a training session to get you up to speed. We could have gotten a high-class professional gay whore for this, but men in this country prefer the power dynamic of dominating young straight white guys new to giving up their mouths and asses. Now watch your fucking teeth and start sucking my fucking cock, bitch.”  

     Eric took a deep breath, he curled his lips over his teeth, he took Amir’s cock in his mouth and gagged. As much as he wanted to be on autopilot, he couldn’t, there was no escaping the fact that his boss’ dick was in his mouth. Eric took in the reality, he was on his knees sucking cock for the first time, something he never imagined himself doing, but it was for his career, it wasn’t like he wanted to do it. Eric was revolted at tasting cock for the first time, Amir’s slit oozed precum, its salty taste made Eric nauseous.

     “Lick under the head…that’s it…take it all the way down…lick my balls…oh yeah…” So, Amir mentored Eric in cock sucking. “Get ready …” Eric felt Amir’s cock twitching. “Fuck yeah!” The reality of this situation was enforced when he felt Amir’s dick shooting off on his mouth. Some of the load he swallowed, and some gurgled out his mouth. Eric felt disgusted at tasting cum for the first time.

     “Now suck Assad’s cock…” Eric felt sick as he gave Assad a blow job. Eric was getting the hang of sucking dick when he was told to do Malik, then he blew Nasir and Ahmad.

     “Super!” laughed Amir, “You’ll be required to follow a dress code from on, put this on” he said handing Eric a red jockstrap. The shaking Eric undressed in front of the men, they jeered when they saw that his seven-inch dick was hard. He put on the jockstrap.

     “Turn around” barked Amir. The blushing Eric turned around, there were whistles and catcalls as his co-workers saw his ass. His co-workers had disrobed and were sitting nude, puffing on JUULs and sipping shots.

     “Get back on your knees, fluff us, make us hard again with your hands so we can fuck you” said Amir.

     Eric descended to the floor again. He massaged Amir’s cock and fondled his balls, got Amir hard again. It felt like an eternity to Eric as one by one he got his co-workers hard again by massaging their cocks. They all stood up with their erections jutting forward.

     “Bend over the couch” commanded Amir.

     Eric bent over the couch. His ex-girlfriend Vivica had said he had a great ass from all the squats he’d done, now it was exposed to five men. He heard the squish sound of a bottle being squeezed and then the chilling tingling sensation of lube being drizzled on his ass crack for the first time.

     Eric was crying, dreading at what would happen next. Sure enough, he felt the warm flesh of the tip of a cock placed in his ass hole. Eric knew that it must belong to Amir, being the team leader, he would have the right to go first. Eric was in physical and mental agony as he felt the cock slowly penetrating his chute. He was shocked at feeling his inside’s part around and accommodate that large log of male flesh being inserted into his innards. He heard the sounds of balls slapping against his ass cheeks as he was fucked for the first time. Amir brutally pounded out Eric’s ass.

     Eric was sickened at the realization that his pain was replaced by pleasure with each thrust of that cock going in and out of his ass. He was sickened when he was brought to orgasm by a man fucking him, his aching dick blasted off a load like it had never been done before. He was sickened to hear furious grunting before he felt his insides being flooded by blasts of hot cum. Eric heard and felt the cock pulling out of him. Nearly instantly it was replaced by another one. He was being fucked again. It was the same awful thing. The third time he was fucked, he came again. The fourth and fifth time he was excited by it, his co-workers had their way with him and used him until they finished.

     Eric lay stunned on the couch. He heard his co-workers’ zippers being zipped.

     “Oh, you thought men here were lusting for you before. Now, when men see you they’ll know that you’ve been broken in from the look you now have on your face and your timid body language. You might as well be wearing a sign around your neck that says “cocksucker.” They’ll expect you to submit to them, and you will because you’re a luti, a punk, now. See you on Monday, don’t forget your jockstrap” laughed Amir.  

     Eric heard the door slam as they left. He continued laying shocked and sobbing on the couch. What were his options? Contact the police? To say what? He willingly had sex with his co-workers because it was good for his career?!  He couldn’t admit what had happened, what was he supposed to do? After a few minutes his phone went off, he saw it was a company number, he answered it.

     “Hey Eric, this is HR rep Lance, how are you?” Lance had been on one Eric’s Zoom interviews. He remembered that Lance was obviously gay and spoke in gay voice.

     “I’m fine.”

     “Super! It’s standard procedure to check in with new employees after their first week to touch base and confirm that we’re all on the same page. I watched your training session and your team leader just sent in a glowing progress report on you. Keep up the great work! Accounting has already cut that check for your student loans and will send it in next year, which will fly right by! As a courtesy, there’s a paid-for limousine waiting outside, since you’re not going to the airport,  it’ll take you home. If you need anything or have any issues feel free to reach out.” Lance hung up.

     Eric staggered from the couch, it was stained and soiled from his violation. Lance watched his “training session!” Of course, those bastards had recorded him! He saw an empty lube bottle in the trash can, he saw a pile of dirty towels in the corner, from his co-workers cleaning themselves up. Thankfully there was a clean one on a table nearby. He poured water on it, applied it to his sore ass. After wiping it, he saw that the towel was covered with lube and semen, he tossed it with the others. He fixed himself up and limped through the club crowded with men singing karaoke. He saw the limousine outside the club and got in the back seat.

     “Good evening” said the grinning driver, it was the same one who picked him up from the airport six days ago, “You pleased your bosses well tonight?”

     “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

     “Oh, it is true, you look so weakened, the way a boy does after he has submitted to a man for the first time. Ah, luti, I have driven this limo for years, I know what goes on. I drive your bosses; I hear what they say about what they do. I have picked up American boys at the airport and taken them to that apartment and to that office several times, you are not the first. You will get used to your situation; they pay you much money to use you. My name in Ankush.”

     Eric sat in silence; he was beet red from the embarrassment of the driver’s observations. The disgrace of what had happened to him was compounded by the driver’s awareness of it.

     “Hey! Let me out here!” yelled Eric as Ankush drove the limo past the front of the building and headed to the entrance of the parking garage.

     “Shh, I am going to park and then we will go to your apartment. You will pleasure me. I will have you; I had the other boys; you will enjoy it. You are beautiful, luti, you will like it with a strong man like me, like the others did.”

     Ankush parked the car and got out. Eric hesitated and then got out. They walked to the elevator and got in. During the ride, Eric cringed when Ankush groped his ass.

     “Take a shower, luti, make yourself clean for me” said Ankush when they were in the apartment. The dazed Eric went to the bathroom, he took a steaming shower to cleanse himself from his assault. He wrapped himself in a towel and went to the living room. Ankush was old enough to be his father and was nude sitting in a chair, he was smoking a cigarette and sipping a glass of whiskey. His body was bulky and slightly hairy, he radiated ingrained masculinity. His legs were spread, displaying his massive dark erection and flowing hairy balls.

     “Ah, luti, you are so young and beautiful, you were meant to please men. You will grow older, perhaps you will marry and have a family, or perhaps you will live as what you are now.  Show me your body.”

     The dazed Eric dropped his towel.

    “Luti, you are so excited to be with me” chuckled Ankush, indeed the blushing  Eric’s seven-inch cut dick was rock hard again. “Turn around” Eric turned around, showing his ass to Ankush. “Oh, so beautiful, you are meant to be with men, give me pleasure.”

     Eric was in a trance, he dropped to his knees before Ankush. He stared up close at Ankush’s huge dark cock and towering balls. He put his hand around and felt the warm pulsating flesh, he stroked it. As if hypnotized, Eric opened his mouth wide and took in Ankush’s cock. Eric tasted the firm rod oozing salty precum. He licked the head and all over it as if he were possessed. He accepted the circumstances that had brought him from a would be finance hotshot to a punk on his knees before a limo driver.

     Ankush sighed at the spectacle in front of him, a handsome masculine American young man was worshipping his manhood with his mouth.

     “Oh luti, you make me feel so good” he said patting Eric’s head and stroking his hair. Eric’s eye’s bulged as he consumed Ankush’s cock down his throat to the base, they stared into each other’s eyes. His head bobbed up and down on Ankush’s cock as his tongue glided over every bit of it. He moved on to Ankush’s balls, then went back to deepthroating.

     Ankush pulled his cock out of Eric’s mouth, he rose, so did Eric. Ankush embraced Eric, caressing his ass. He pushed Eric on the bed on his back. Eric raised his legs, spreading his ass of his own volition. His eyes widened as he watched Ankush lube his cock that gleamed from his spittle. His ass tingled as Ankush showered it with lube.

     Eric had just been gang fucked by his five co-workers. His was broken in, there was little resistance as his insides were split open again by Ankush’s cock. His membranes clenched around that long solid piece of flesh. Each thrust of Ankush’s cock brought exquisite pleasure to the moaning Eric. He knew he was being transformed by this experience of giving himself to the man old enough to be his father; Eric would not be the same after it. He was reaching another intense orgasm from getting fucked, his dick exploded again.

     Eric lay back and watched as Ankush continued to fuck him. He saw Ankush’s contorted face and heard his grunts, then he felt Ankush’s spasming cock deep in him and his insides being scalded with Ankush’s cum.

     Ankush pulled his cock out of Eric’s ass. Eric gazed at the man who had just fucked him, he saw Ankush’s soft dangling cock and drained balls swaying as he swaggered to the bathroom. Ankush returned showered and back in his black uniform.

     “You have not tipped me” said Ankush.

     “Oh, right” said the nude Eric as he got out of bed and reached in his pants for his wallet, he gave Ankush an appropriate amount of money.

     “I will text you when I want you, so you can be ready for me” said Ankush as he left.

     Eric took another shower and went to bed. His mouth and ass ached from the multiple penetrations these had endured. He was woken the next morning by two hands on his head. These belonged to the young concierge who had let himself into Eric’s apartment with a key card. He was straddling Eric and his big hard dark cock was in his face. Eric opened his mouth, took it in and sucked it. When the concierge was ready, Eric raised and spread his legs and was fucked. The concierge cleaned himself up and left. Eric dealt with the surrealistic incident with realism.

     He made breakfast. Then on his laptop he did detailed searches on LinkedIn. He discovered that in the last four years, four young white guys fresh out of college had worked for the company in the Dubai office for one year, then they went to work for the company in other departments in other cities. He looked them up on Facebook and Instagram, they all appeared to be doing well with good jobs in other company offices. Two had girlfriends, one was married to a woman, and one was openly gay. Their pictures all showed them to be happy and productive. Eric looked at these images with the knowledge that they had all been fuck toys for the men in the office, they all thrived, so would he. He would accept the advantageous deal he had made with the company and would deal with men who approached him. Eric received an email from Amir, the subject line was “Bottoming Tips.” Attached was an article detailing the finer points of being a passive anal partner. What and when to eat, keeping clean and so forth, he now had to think about being able to keep his ass available for his team.  

     In the afternoon a package was delivered to Eric, it had the company’s logo on it. Eric opened it, inside were a dozen red jockstraps and a douche nozzle. Eric took a shower and practiced using the douche nozzle in his ass.

     It was Saturday night, Eric was restless. He put on a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt and black loafers. He went walking through the crowded downtown streets. Adjacent to a hotel was a nightclub with a line of young people like himself, he joined the line. Eventually, the black-suited muscular young doorman winked at him and let him inside, he paid the admittance fee to a cashier. It was huge place with three levels. He bought a Grey Goose on the rocks. He watched the crowd on the dancefloor, he walked around. He got another drink and then another, the time passed with Eric getting numb, his mind was blank. He stood leaning against a pillar, surrounded by people.

     “Hey, how’s it going?” said the grinning doorman.

     “Oh, I’m cool” said Eric snapping to attention, noticing the doorman’s wedding ring.

     “Nice, it’s your first time here, I would have noticed you before. I’m on a break, we can have a good time.”

     “A good time?”

     “You don’t have play innocent; I saw how you looked at me,  let’s go.”

     Eric followed the doorman down a hallway to a locked door, the doorman unlocked it with a key, they went into the locker room, the doorman locked the door. The doorman groped Eric’s ass.  From his jacket pocket, the doorman took out a vial of cocaine and snorted a spoonful in each nostril. He handed the vial to Eric, snorted a spoonful in each nostril. The jolting cocaine on top of several vodkas made Eric higher than he’d ever been. The doorman undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, pulled and his boxer briefs down. His large thick cut dark cock sprang forward, his meaty balls flopped down.

     Eric sunk to his knees, opened his mouth and took the doorman’s cock in it. The doorman took out a JUUL and puffed as Eric sucked his cock. Buzzed from the cocaine, Eric was really into sucking the doorman’s cock, he licked it all over, he tongued the doorman’s balls. He deepthroated it, reveling in the sensations of tasting that hunk of flesh and the stinging precum it was leaking. The doorman took his cock out of Eric’s mouth. Eric rose, he undid his jeans and pulled them down, he was wearing his red jockstrap. The doorman positioned Eric on his hands and knees on the bench. The doorman lubed his cock and Eric’s ass. The shoved his cock into Eric and began fucking him.

     In a rectangular wall mirror, Eric saw himself getting fucked by the doorman. He was struck by his reflection; he saw the look on his of ecstasy on his face as the doorman’s meat pummeled his ass. The doorman snorted more cocaine, he filled the spoon and put to Eric’s nostril, then to other nostril. Eric was bleating and flying, he shot of a big load of cum in his jock. The doorman hollered in his native tongue as his cock exploded deep in Eric’s ass, it was now gushing with the doorman’s hot cum. The doorman pulled his cock out Eric’s ass, they cleaned themselves up with towels and threw them in bin.

     “Here” said the doorman giving Eric some drink tickets. The doorman led them back to the nightclub, he went back to the door. Eric got another drink, then he left. Outside as he walked, he was aware that he was being followed by someone from the nightclub. He turned around, there were three guys all about 20, dressed in sleek dark suits, their shirts had no ties and were unbuttoned, revealing their dark chest hair. They gazed at Eric with a look he now knew well, the look Ankush, the concierge, the doorman and others had given him. Whatever street Eric turned on, they followed him. Eric walked into an alley behind a closed restaurant.

     The three young men unzipped their suit trousers, they each pulled out their large dark cut cocks. Eric got on his knees, he alternated giving blow jobs and hand jobs to them. After a while, Eric got up, he undid his jeans and pulled them down, he bent over a dumpster, exposing his ass to the young men. One by one, they spat on their hands, rubbed their cocks and fucked Eric until the came in him. From behind, he heard their zippers close and them walking away. He fixed himself up and texted an Uber.

     “Sit up front with me” said the driver when Eric was about to get in. The driver unzipped his trousers and took out his large dark cut cock and virile balls. While sitting in the passenger seat, Eric sucked the driver’s cock off as he was driven to his apartment building, he swallowed the driver’s load. He walked past the concierge, in his apartment, he took a shower and went to bed.  

     Sunday morning, Eric got a text from Amir, “You have appointments today at 1:00 PM and 3:00 PM…”

     Eric went to the first address; it was a salon.

     “Eric Murphy 1:00 PM, I guess it’s for a haircut” said Eric to the young male receptionist.

     “No, not for a haircut, you’re supposed to grow your hair out as per your employer’s instructions. Ah yes, Ali!” called out the receptionist. A tall masculine guy in his 20’s came out, wearing white T-shirt and white sweatpants. Eric could see he wasn’t wearing underwear. Eric now found himself involuntarily  checking out guys’ crotches.

     “Follow me” said Ali.

     Eric went with Ali to a private room with a massage table.

     “Take of all your clothes, then get on the table on your hands and knees.”

     The blushing Eric stripped and got on the table on his hands and knees.

     “AWWW!” Eric exclaimed as he felt Ali who had poured a warm thick liquid on a piece of cloth, apply it to his ass crack. Eric yelled as Ali ripped it off.

     “Ah excellent, smooth, pink and clean, your men will be pleased, now on your back.” Eric lay on his back as Ali waxed his chest and thighs.

     “Hold your balls up” said Ali. Eric howled as his dick and balls were waxed. He was now smooth all over.

     “You can get dressed” said Ali, “The session is paid for but not the cash tip.” Eric gave him money.

     “There is this tip also” said Ali smiling as pulled down his white sweatpants, his large dark cut cock sprang forward, and his massive smooth balls flopped out. Eric got on his knees and starting sucking Ali’s dick.

     “You are the new one!” said Ali lighting a cigarette as he got his dick sucked by Eric, “I have smoothed all of Amir’s boys, they all willingly went on their knees for me, you lutis are all the same..” Ali moaned as he came in Eric’s mouth. “See you next month.”

     The receptionist emailed Eric his schedule of waxing sessions for the next year. Eric walked back to his apartment feeling the sensations of his body hair having just been ripped off. Getting his mouth and ass fucked several times had been a new experience so now was being smooth.

     Later, Eric went to another address, it was a jewelry store. Eric was told by the salesman that he was to have his right ear pierced. Eric was disgusted but sat in a chair and had his ear pierced, a small gold hoop earring was inserted in his earlobe, it had been paid for.

     “Your present looks great on your ear, now there’s no mistaking what you are. Are you wearing your jock?” said Amir to Eric on Monday morning, his co-workers were all sitting at their desks.  

     “Yes.”

     “Yes, what?”

     “Yes, sir.”

     “From now on, you will address me and my team as sir, we will address you as bitch..”

     “Yes, sir.”

    “Your dress code in the office is jock only, bitch.”

     “Yes, sir” said Eric as he undressed and put away his clothes. He stood in front of everyone nude except for his red jockstrap.

     “Oh yeah man! So, fucking hot! A smooth white bitch! Show me your ass” Eric turned around. “Fuck! You do have a great ass!”

     “Ok, in the morning bitch after you strip down, you will service the team, beginning with me, then you will go to the team in order of their desks. After you get us off, you will work on your accounting reports. You will provide sex on demand throughout the day when commanded.”

     “Yes, sir” said  Eric dropping to his knees. He sucked Amir, his boss’ cock to completion, then he crawled to the other team members and sucked them off. Eric went to his desk and worked.

     “Bitch, you have bathroom duty, follow me for training.”

     Eric followed Amir to the single bathroom.

     “On your knees” said Amir, indicating the shower.

     Eric got into the shower and crouched on his knees. Amir unzipped his khakis, hauled out his big dark cock and began pissing in the shocked Eric’s face.

     “Shake my dick, bitch.”

     “Yes, sir” said Eric shaking the last drops of piss from his boss’ dick. The rest of the team took turns pissing on Eric, he shook their dicks off as well. Eric showered and went back to his desk. Anytime someone had to take a piss they’d call out, “Bathroom, bitch.” The routine was repeated.

     It was the last hour of the day, Eric was on his knees sucking Amir’s cock.

     “Ride me bitch.”

     Eric lubed them up, then he sat on Amir cock and fucked himself on it. Eric then went to each his co-workers to be fucked by them. Some did to him on their desk, others wanted to be ridden, Eric got them all off with his ass. The team cleaned themselves up and left for the day. Eric took another shower, got dressed, closed the office and went home. 

     A few weeks passed. Eric wore his red jockstrap in the office and serviced his co-workers. They no longer ordered lunch for Eric, he had to have an empty stomach in order to get fucked. A few evenings a week, Ankush texted him, he came over to fuck Eric at his apartment. Things got even weirder when one-night Ankush showed up with a good-looking young guy.

     “This is my son, he is visiting from university, one day he will have a job like your bosses” said Ankush. He and his son casually undressed. Eric took turns sucking their dicks, then they took turns fucking him on his hands and knees. The son fucked Eric with youthful stamina and vigor, giving him a thunderous orgasm. Father and son smoked cigarettes and drank whiskey afterward, showered and left. The young concierge showed up a few mornings a week to fuck Eric.

     A month went by, Eric was at his desk on his laptop he was having a Zoom meeting with HR rep Lance, who was wearing a shirt, tie and suit jacket. Eric was shirtless as he was only wearing his red jockstrap.

     “Hey, I just wanted to you know that everything is going well, your monthly review is highly positive, the team is very satisfied with your support. Based on your success, there is another opportunity available to you in the company” said Lance in his gay voice, “I’ll let Client Services Director Vincent go over that with you, take care.” Lance signed out and the screen now showed Vincent, a handsome 25-year-old suited dark-haired Italian American.

     “Nice to meet you Eric. Your work has been fantastic! The company appreciates that you are true team player. As Client Services Director, I am responsible for seeing that besides major clients receiving optimum financial services, that they also receive the utmost care and attention. Occasionally, clients visit Dubai, we’d like you to service them, make them happy like you make your team happy. You would meet them at their hotels. The compensation is $1000 per client interaction. I’ll contact accounting and you’ll be hearing from me.”

     Three days later at night after servicing his co-workers in the office, dressed in khakis and a blue polo shirt, Eric entered the luxury Sky View hotel and went to the room Vincent texted him to. Eric knocked on the door, a Chinese man in his 30’s wearing a plush black robe let him in. The man undid his robe, revealing his athletic body and nice sized uncut hard dick. He sat in a wingchair, Eric went over, got on his knees and started sucking the man’s cock. Eventually, the man took his dick out of Eric’s mouth. Eric undressed and stood by the bed; the man pushed Eric on his back. Eric raised his legs and spread his ass. The man lubed them up and began straightforwardly fucking Eric. The man came in Eric, he pulled his dick out, and left the bedroom. Eric went to the bathroom, showered, dressed and left.

     So it went, a few times a week, Vincent emailed Eric with the date, time and location of the client he was to service. It was a cross section of upscale men international staying at first-class hotels. The routine was always the same, sucking, fucking and leaving in silence.

     Eric received an email from his Black college dormmate and friend, Landon. He had gotten a job at another major finance company was going to be in Dubai for a few days and wanted to get together. There was back and forth until they could make a date. After work, Eric met Landon at a major restaurant.

     “Life is good! Looking good, bro!” said the tall, muscular, handsome, Black Brandon, giving Eric a bear hug.

     “It sure is! Likewise, bro!”

     “You look cool with the longer hair. What’s with the earring”

     “Uh, thanks, just exploring new looks that’s all” said Eric blushing, his hair was part of his submission, Amir forbade him from getting a haircut, “I like lutis with long hair.”

     The two pals caught up and talked business and money. Brandon had a steak dinner, Eric just had dirty martinis.

     ”You’re sure you won’t have anything to eat, you used to have quite an appetite” said Landon.

     “I’m good” said Eric, he had an appointment after the dinner and needed an empty stomach.

     It was a convivial meetup, but Eric’s mind was racing, he was trying to act normal in a non-sexual situation with a guy from his past when he regularly getting banged by guys. He felt strange when he involuntarily glanced at Landon’s crotch. He found himself doing that often, it bothered him, but he couldn’t help it, thinking about dick.

     Brandon went back to his hotel; Eric went to a different hotel where he sucked a young hung Russian guy’s cock and got fucked by the Russian.

     Two days later at the office, while Eric was riding Amir’s cock, the front door buzzed, Malik went out to answer it.

     “ERIC?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” yelled Brandon.

     “It’s not what you think!” cried Eric as he was fucking himself on Amir’s cock. His co-workers were all laughing.

     “Eric, you’ve got a dude’s dick up your ass! Did you turn gay or were you gay the whole four years we lived in the same room! Did you want to get in my pants that whole time?! Fuck! I came to surprise you and take you to lunch, yeah this is the surprise!”

     “I’m not gay!” exclaimed Eric as Amir came in him, “I can explain” said Eric as he got up off Amir’s cock, cum was dripping from his ass.

     “Fuck, Eric! You’ve got long hair, an earring and you just got fucked by a guy! You sure seem pretty fucking gay!”

     “Bro, your bud is the office bitch, he’s doing his job” said Amir.

     “This is fucked up!” said Landon turning to leave.

     “Hey, you’re free to whip out your dick, see for yourself what a super bitch your bud is” said Amir.

     Landon turned back a round. He and Eric stared into each other’s eyes.

     “You were checking me out the other night!” yelled Landon, “You want this?!” he yelled while tugging on his crotch.

     Eric nodded, “Yes.”

     “You got it bitch!”

     Landon unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick. Eric was awestruck, he’d never seen Landon’s Big Black Cock before. It was a fascinating tool; it was also the biggest one Eric had seen and he’d seen a lot of dicks. It had to be nine thick inches, it was cut, and the head was stunning, Landon’s balls were also impressive.

     Nude except for his jock, Eric sunk to his knees before his straight college friend, it was humiliating but also thrilling, his dick was hard in his jock.

     Eric hollowed out his mouth and took in Landon’s Big Black Cock. Eric didn’t feel awkward sucking his friend’s cock. He was long past the point of no return when it came sex with men. He had acquired a taste for cock and gave himself over to the pleasure of getting fucked. So, what that they knew each other, Landon was a man.

     Eric was a vision on his knees, his long brown hair accentuated the image of his cute mouth stuffed with Big Black Cock. Eric licked all over Landon’s shaft, he licked all over the head, he lapped the precum oozing from the slit. He did some serious deepthroating of his friend’s joint, he was determined to give Landon extraordinary head.  

     “Shit, Eric, you should have been giving me head all along!” roared Landon as he looked down on friend slurping on his Big Black Cock, “You’re fucking better than any girl I’ve had!” They made eye contact; Eric’s were bulging.

     “Fuck! I’m getting close! Bend over that desk bitch!” yelled Landon, pulling his cock out of Eric’s mouth. The flushed Eric stood up and bent over a desk, offering his ass to his friend for the taking.

     Landon undid his belt, his pants dropped to the floor, his athletic legs were on display. He grabbed a lube bottle and sprayed his Big Black Cock, then he rammed it into Eric’s already lubed and seeded ass. It was a profound experience; Eric was overcome with desire as he felt his insides brutalized by his friend’s huge cock. Landon was quite a hung stud, mercilessly pounding out his friend’s ass hole. Eric was babbling and gurgling from the exquisite joy of getting fucked by his friend, he yelped as his rock-hard seven-inch dick blasted gobs of his cum in his red jock. “Oh Fuck! Fuck yeah! Fuck!” roared Landon as his cock shot off inside Eric. He pulled it out, there was the fantastic sight of Eric’s gaping hole leaking with Landon’s cum load.

     “Bro, we were going to order burgers for lunch, want to join us?” said Amir.

     “Sounds good” said Landon, who was cleaning his dick off with a towel.

     Landon and the five traders sat around eating their burgers, drinking shots and vaping, while Eric was at his desk poring over accounting spreadsheets.

     “Bathroom, bitch” said Malik.

     “Bro, you got to see this!” laughed Amir.

     Eric led the way to the bathroom, Eric got in the shower, Malik took his dick out and pissed on him. His co-workers each took a turn pissing on Eric, then Landon pissed on him. Eric took a shower and returned to the office; Landon was gone.

     The next day at the office, Eric was sucking Assad’s cock when the front door buzzed. Malik left and returned.

     “Hey bro, I’m on the way to the airport” said Landon to Amir, “I thought I’d swing by.”

     “Sure, thing bro, as soon as Assad cums, the bitch will do you.”

     “Super!” Landon and Amir shook hands.

     After swallowing down Assad’s load, Eric crawled to the sitting Landon who had his Big Black Cock out and was stroking it. Eric sucked his friend’s cock, when it was time, he got up and bent over a desk, Landon fucked him. Landon cleaned himself up.

     “Great seeing you guys again, if you’re ever in New York we can hang out” said Landon.

     “Sure thing bro, I have to be in New York for my sister’s wedding in a couple of months” said Amir, Landon left.

     Eric spent his 23rd birthday in the office servicing his co-workers, at night he went to a hotel and serviced a Japanese man. He got home, had a few vodkas and Face-Timed with his parents. He got a text from Landon who was back in New York, they hadn’t had contact since they fucked, it said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Attached was a picture of Landon’s dick and balls. Eric stared at this image of his friend’s sex organs which he been intimate with. He remembered the wild sensations of sucking it and being fucked by it, how great it felt because it was Landon. Eric’s dick had grown hard staring at the picture and reliving his experiences with Landon.

     “Thanks bro! This is the best present I got today!” texted Eric.

     “My pleasure. It was a blast nailing you. Would love to do it again.”

     “You got it bro! My mouth and ass is yours anytime!”

     “Cool. Take it easy.”

     Eric went to the bathroom, took off his clothes and began jerking his dick as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was how sexy to men he was with his flowing hair and beautiful face, he thought of Landon’s Big Black Cock, how great it had felt sucking it and getting fucked by it and how much he wanted it again. Though he had cum three times that day from getting fucked multiple times, his dick blasted a large load if cum into the sink.

     A few months later, Eric got to the airport. As he walked through first class, he saw Amir sitting with his beautiful wife, there was no recognition between Eric and Amir. Eric took window seat in coach next a young married couple with a screaming baby, he did accounting work since he was away from the office. 14 hours later the plane landed in JFK. Eric took the tram and then a subway to get to the small Manhattan hotel he was booked in the West 30’s. It was 4:00 PM, he poured himself a vodka from the mini bar, drank it and passed out. His phone alarm woke him at 5:30. He got up, undressed and put on a red jockstrap. At 5:50 PM the door opened, and Amir and Landon entered. They got undressed and sat on a couch.

     “Bro, this is great! I could use this; work has been crazy!” said Landon to Amir as Eric was on his knees happily sucking Landon’s cock.

     “I got you bro! We said we’d hang out, this is the best way to do it!” laughed Amir, as Eric was sucking his cock, Eric switched back and forth between Landon’s and Eric’s cocks. “I thought it would be fun to bring the bitch with me.”

     “Fuck yeah!” roared Landon.

     Eric was later in the bed on his hands and getting majestically fucked by Landon, Eric came in his jock, then Landon came in his ass. Amir fucked and came in Eric’s ass. Soon after, Eric was in the shower, Amir and Landon pissed on him.

     Amir and then Landon took a shower and got dressed.

     “Dude, I really appreciate that you got us into Carbone, I been wanting to eat there for like forever” said Amir.

     “Not a problem, bro!” said Landon as they left.

     Eric took a shower, then put on another red jockstrap. 

     An hour later, Vincent the company’s Client Services Director and HR rep Lance arrived both were in their late 20’s. They undressed and sat on the couch. Vincent was burly hairy Italian American with a big cat cut cock and beefy balls, Lance was tall, smooth lean and hung with a long girthy dick and virile ball sack. Eric was on his knees sucking on his superior’s cocks. When he had orally gratified them, got in the bed on his hands and knees. He was skillfully fucked by both.

     “I’ve got to a run, I have to catch my train to Norwalk, my wife will kill me if I’m home late again” said Vincent after taking a shower and getting dressed as he left.

     Lance took a shower and returned nude.

     “Clean yourself up, we’ll go for a drink on the company” said Lance in his cheery gay voice.

     Eric took a shower and put on a jeans and a black T-shirt. They took a taxi to the Atlas Social Club on 51st Street and 9th Avenue. It was Eric’s first time at a gay bar. It odd for Eric being around gay men as after months of having sex with countless men he didn’t think of himself as really gay. Eric and Lance sat in wingchairs in the back. A blond twink waiter took their order and brought them their drinks. Eric had a Grey Goose dirty martini and Lance had a Cosmo.

     “Cheers” said Lance and they clinked their glasses.  “The company really appreciates the work you’ve been doing. Upper management is aware the life-style transition required for the position is intense. I’ll tell you off the record, you should keep it up and last the full year, you’ll be set. All of the other Dubai accounting managers have gone on to major success in the company.” They drank their drinks. “Oh, that’s it for me, my husband gets put out when I stay out too late” said Lance waving to the waiter, “He’ll have another, and close it out.” The waiter returned with a company credit card and another dirty martini. “Take care, enjoy the rest of your visit, we’ll be in touch” said Lance as he left.

     Within minutes a curly dark-haired clean-shaven handsome man sat down next to Eric. He was about 30, medium height and extremely muscular. He was wearing jeans with a massive bulge and a tight gray T-shirt, showcasing his biceps and pecs.

     “Hey, I’m Jason” said the man, “You have such beautiful hair.”

     “Thanks, I’m Eric.”

     “What’s your Grindr screen name, Eric, so I can check you out.”

     “I’m not on Grindr.”

     “Are you for real?”

     “How do you hookup?”

     “Oh, I just put myself out there.”

     “I’m into you even more now. I’m so sick of needy bottoms desperately messaging me, I know I’m a hot top, if I’m interested I’ll make the first move, begging me is such a turn off. I saw you check me out, but you’re cool. Just so you know, I’m 8×5 cut. A lot of bottoms think they can handle me, but they really can’t.”

     “I can handle you” said Eric, swilling down his dirty martini.

     “Fuck yeah, I live around the corner, let’s go!”

     “You’re fucking amazing!” said Jason in his bedroom. He and Eric were nude, Eric was on his knees deepthroating Jason’s big thick cut dick. Then he gobbled up Jason’s plump smooth balls. Jason’s rod was slick with Eric’s saliva and his precum, Jason lubed it up and shoved up Eric’s ass. Eric was on his back, legs raised and spread, it was odd not wearing a jock, Jason didn’t mind seeing his dick. He whimpered with each thrust of Jason’s cock ramming in and out of him.

     “Fuck! You really can take me!” said Jason, he bent his head down and kissed Eric. Eric was taken aback. In all these months of being used by men, Eric had never been kissed by a man. Eric gave himself totally over to Jason by surrendering his tongue to him. They continued devouring each other’s tongues. Eric was jolted at feeling the stubble of Eric’s beard scratch his face. Jason kept thrusting his hips and cock into Eric, who was in a state of bliss, he moaned as his dick shot of his load of cum which landed on Jason’s chest. Jason grunted as he came in Eric. He pulled out and lay next to Eric, he cuddled him.

     “You’re a keeper, spend the night” said Jason.

     “Okay.”

     “I’m going to work out” said Jason the next morning.

     “I’ll work out too” said Eric. With sun streaming through window, Eric really noticed Jason had a great body and a fantastic cock and balls.

     They dressed in some workout clothes and walked a few blocks to Crunch. The lifted and spotted each other, they handed each other free weights. To others, they seemed like a couple. Back in Jason’s apartment, he embraced Eric, they kissed and furiously made out. Jason ran his hands all over Eric’s body, fondling his ass. They tore off their work out clothes and dived into bed. Eric inhaled and was intoxicated by the unshowered Jason’s masculine scent as he sucked his sweaty cock. Eric’s eyes were rolling in his head as Jason fucked him on his back, he was sober, his head was clear, and he was savoring having his ass fucked by a strong man. They both came at the same. They showered together, dressed and went to a diner for a big breakfast.

     “So, what’s your story?” laughed Jason.

     Eric then went into a sanitized account of working abroad for the last six months and that he was back in New York briefly for meetings. Jason went on about himself, he was a successful scenic designer for regional productions, he was leaving in a few days for Phoenix to design Hairspray.

     “Eric, I just turned 30 and I’m single. It’s sudden, but we have something special; I know you feel it too. Come with me to Phoenix, don’t go back to Dubai. If money is an issue, don’t sweat it I can take care of us until you find work. That shouldn’t be a problem, you can do that stuff remotely anyway.” said Jason.

     In a split second, Eric pondered everything. Money was not an issue, he had saved most of his salary, then there was all the money from his whoring. None of what had happened made any sense. Maybe that was the point, things don’t make sense and then you figure them out.

     “Yes Jason, I’ll go with you to Phoenix, we’ll work everything out…”

     They spent the day together, had dinner, went for drinks and fucked the night away.

     Jason was driving his car with Eric beside him. Eric’s phone was beeping with texts. From Malik in Dubai: “WTF? Where are you?” Eric was supposed to fly back to Dubai yesterday. “???” texted Amir. “Please contact me ASAP! You have an appointment tonight!” texted Vincent. “What’s happening?” texted Lance. Eric sent a group text, “I quit. Effectively immediately.” He shut off his phone and put it in his pocket. They arrived in Syosset, Long Island, and drove to Eric’s family’s house in time for lunch.

     Eric’s parents were taken aback, by his long hair, his earring and the man he brought with him who was wearing tight jeans and a tight white T-shirt.  

     “Mom, Dad, I’m gay. This is my boyfriend, Jason. I quit my job and I’m going to Phoenix with Jason.”

     “Well Eric, this is all so sudden, and a lot take in but as long as you’re happy we’re happy” said his mother.

     “I’m floored” said Eric’s father, “I support you no matter what, though it’ll take getting used to.”

     They ate lunch and caught up.

     “I’ll give Jason a tour of the house” said Eric went off with Jason, he showed him the modest grounds and inside the house.

     “This is my room” said Eric as they went in, there pictures of Eric with his ex-girlfriend Vivica on a desk and posters of girls on the wall. Jason unzipped his jeans and took his dick out, Eric sucked Jason off in his room. He took some possessions including his high school yearbook. They went back downstairs.

     “Take care of my son” said Eric’s father to Jason as they were leaving.

     “I will take very good care of him, Ron” said Jason shaking Eric’s father’s hand.

     That night, Eric looked at his high school yearbook, he noted which guys he found attractive and imagined what their dicks could be like.

     Eric made a Tik Tok video:

     “Hey everybody! I have a big announcement about my life journey, I am officially coming out as gay. This is my boyfriend Jason.” Jason waved at the camera.

     “Hi” said Jason, “I am so happy and feel so blessed to have Eric as my boyfriend. I will not tolerate bottom shaming of him.”

     Eric got a lot of favorable response, there many positive comments including from ex-girlfriend Vivica, who said she was happy for him. There were also intriguing and crude messages from guys he had known in high school looking to hook up with him. There were also positive comments from other guys in high school who had come out as gay and offers to meet up.  

     The night before they were to leave for Phoenix, they met up with some of Jason’s friends for drinks at the Atlas Social Club.

     “I’m Xander, Jason’s best friend” said a tall built mustached Latin in his 30’s, “You must be something special. I’ve seen him run through scores of hot bottoms, we shared plenty of them together. Right Jason?”

     “That we did!” said Jason.

     “Well, when are we going to have a three-way?” said Xander.

     “Hmmm” said Jason, fondling Eric’s ass, “Of course we’re open, I know I’d be into it, how about you, Eric?”

     “Uh, yeah sure, I’m into it” said Eric gazing at the bulge in Xander’s jeans.

     “Great!” said Jason, “We’ll have another round and then hookup at our place.“

     Eric later walked over to Lance, whom had he texted to see if he wanted to meet for drinks.

     “Eric, this my husband Alan” he said of a thin good-looking young guy wearing glasses.

     “Nice to meet you” said Eric.

     “When you get back from Phoenix, we’d love to have you and Jason over for dinner, I’m a great cook” said Alan.

     “You certainly are” said Lance.

     “That would be great, I know Jason and I would love it” said Eric, “Well thanks for coming out tonight.”

     At Jason and Eric’s apartment, Jason, Eric and Xander were nude in the bed. Eric was in the middle joyously sucking his lover’s and Xander’s cocks. Xander had a prime eight-inch piece of uncut Latin meat that took down his throat like a champ. He took it up his ass as well, Xander fucked Eric like a stallion, he every inch with delight. Eventually Jason forced his 8×5 cock into Eric’s ass as well, Eric learned the pleasures of being double-penetrated that night as witnessed by his thunderous orgasm. He was jolted by having Xander and then his lover cum inside of him. Xander showered and left.

     “Oh babe, you’re the greatest. What happened just now was fucking awesome!” said Jason as he lay next to Eric, cuddling him in bed. “I’ve never met a bottom like you before, I love you so much.”

     “I love you too” said Eric as Jason kissed him.

     In the morning, Eric sucked off Jason. Then they showered together, got dressed and headed to LaGuardia for their flight to Phoenix.

     The two weeks were eventful, Jason was busy building the sets for Hairspray, Eric hung out at the theater, they went sightseeing as well. In the evenings, they brought back hot cast members for group sex. Opening night was sensational. They next morning they flew back to Manhattan.

     They arrived for dinner at Lance’s and Alan’s apartment. Lance and Alan greeted them nude. Alan had a compact tight body and a nice dick, Eric had already experienced the tall, lean and hung Lance. Eric and Jason stripped down; they all went to the bedroom. They paired off, Lance with Eric and Alan with Jason. Alan was so into Jason, that was obvious from the way he slurped on Jason’s cock. Eric was happy sucking Lance’s cock. Then Lance fucked Eric and Jason fucked Alan. After showering, they went to the dining room to enjoy Alan’s exquisite roast duck, and several bottles of Pinot Noir.

    Several days later, Eric got a text from his former boss Amir: “Hey! I’m in town, want to meet up?” Eric replied: “Sure Bring Landon” “You got it” replied Amir.

     That night at Jason and Eric’s apartment, they were nude as was Amir and Landon. Eric was thrilled to be sucking on the three special men’s cocks. Eric was even more thrilled when each fucked him. Amir, the man who made him what he now was, Landon, the man had been his close friend and whom he had a unique lust for and Jason, the man he loved.

     Eric had been sending group texts to his former high school mates, the day of the gathering had arrived. Eric rented a suite at the grand Hyatt as several attendees lived in Connecticut and Westchester and could then easily go to Grand Central for their commute. Others had flown in. Eric was in his red jockstrap on his hands and knees in a bed. There was a bar for guys to fix drinks for themselves. The event had been discussed in text. Eric’s suited 23-year-old former high school mates could arrive anytime after work. There was no talking or reminiscing with Eric, he was in the bed to be used.

     Like a snarling and howling beast, Eric took on cock after cock from his former high school mates, sometimes at both ends while he mentally recalled who they were from his past. There was James the football player, Robert from the debate team, Hugo from the chess club, Bruce from the drama club, they and others were united in their lust to sexually dominate their now submissive bud who craved their cock.  

     In all, ten randy straight and gay guys showed up to get their dicks sucked and to fuck Eric up the ass. It was a long fuckfest. Eric took dick in his mouth and ass at the same times from pairs of guys. Young men sat around nude drinking and conversing while watch their former straight mate pig out on cock. Eric was thrilled, he came four times in his jock. Eventually the sated and showered young men left. The fucked out, soiled and spent Eric lay in the bed which was drenched in cum. The event was a huge success, and it was agreed to hold it monthly via raunchy text messages.  

     The next day, Jason had meetings with theater companies for upcoming work. Eric went to a yoga class, afterward he stopped at a 9th Avenue food cart to get lunch, he ordered a lamb and chicken combination gyro. He was wearing light blue gym shorts, a light blue tank top on his sensuous 23-year-old tight body and his yoga bag in a case was slung over his shoulder. His long brown hair shone, and his gold earring gleamed, he looked like another Hell’s Kitchen young pale gay boy.

     “No charge for you” said the handsome foreign guy in his 30’s who stared into Eric’s eyes.

     “Gee, thanks” said Eric.

     The man pulled down the gate of the food cart over its serving area. The man opened the door of the cart. Eric went inside. He put his yoga bag in a corner near the small refrigerator. The man stroked Eric’s hair and caressed his face, “So beautiful, luti” he sighed. Eric dropped to his knees, the man unzipped his jeans, hauling out his large cut thick dark cock and floppy balls. The exhilarated Eric went to work on the man’s cock and balls with his lips, tongue and mouth, tasting the savory precum. When Eric had fully orally pleasured the man, he lifted Eric up and positioned him against the food cart’s wall, he pulled down Eric’s gym shorts and jockstrap. He groped Eric’s ass and fingered it.

    “There’s lube in the pocket of my yoga bag” panted Eric.

    The man retrieved the lube, sprayed his cock and Eric’s ass. He brusquely penetrated Eric’s ass hole with his cock and began fucking him. Eric moaned with intense pleasure with each thrust of the dark man’s cock as it went in and out of his chute. So, at 2:00 in the afternoon while eagerly getting his ass fucked by a Middle Eastern man in a food cart, Eric realized he was fulfilling his destiny, this was how it was how it was always meant to be.

  • Our interviwes

    Chapter 4

    A new hole to fuck

    -Now you’ll also have a masculine hole to fuck, my dear Clarence –he told me when my dick was already finding its way inside his perfect hole.

    -Calvin, what are you doing to me? I know of course I want to fuck you but do you think this is correct?

    -Of course it’s correct, my sexy Clarence for it’s me who wants to surrender his ass to you.

    -But it must be hurting you.

    -Of course dad, since it’s my first time but I intuit that just in a few minutes, it’ll stop hurting me and I want you to have a new hole to fuck. Do you like this ass of mine, Clarence?

    -It’s much sexier than any girl’s hole I have entered so far. Ok, I’ll go on fucking you, but if you ask me to stop, I will stop. Oh I’m crying, Calvin, I can’t believe what you’re doing for me.

    -Dad, I told you yesterday all my sexual secrets openly so I will go on doing it. Last night in bed I was wanking over you, over such an open-minded father who allowed me to be naked and jerking myself off before him, whom I could tell my whole sexual life, not shocked and sure that I was even turning you on and I found it so sweet that of course I wanted you just as calm with me and that’s why I interviewed you next and it was pornographic to see you beating that sexy meat of yours, naked and comfortably cumming before me and also daring to tell me your sexual life. I’ve never been more excited in my life. So just thinking about all this, I shot a first load in bed last night but conscious and never shocked that your body had turned me on like crazy. So after cumming, I thought I should wank over you again.

    -Tell me my hot Calvin.

    -What you told me about Melvyn excited me a lot too and I intuited you have no sex recently so I thought: could I give my father the fun he lived with Melvyn? Well, dad, you know we’ve already masturbated each other, kissed, touched and sucked each other’s dicks. By the way, could you please kiss and touch me and show me your lust please?

    So that’s what I started doing. It was my hottest sexual experience to be fucking that hottie, Calvin Rutherford, at the same time making love to him with passionate kisses and with my hands running down his perfect skin.

    -So in my second masturbation last night, I did suck your cock and I also pictured you fucking me in the ass and I loved masturbating thinking just that. I’ll never let any other boy fuck me, but my offer for you to own this ass is complete, Clarence. I repeat: now you have a new hole to fuck and after now not only you can fuck me every day but also do it more than once. Now at last it doesn’t hurt, dad.

    Finally! Although I felt fire in my dick, now I knew it had stopped hurting him and hearing him say that it was being funny, I wanted to resist for his fun and I managed to hold it for other five minutes till finally I had no chance than filling his young ass of fatherly seed. Still cumming I kissed him fondly and told him.

    -I’ll never forget this, Calvin, my sexy son. You want me to fuck you every day and I really want to but so that I can fuck you daily, now it’s your turn to also have a new hole to fuck.

    He was already fucking me and it was being painful but I think I managed to hide the pain to him, so I just asked him.

    -Tell me the truth, Calvin; you did want to fuck your father in the ass, didn’t you?

    -Your ass is so sexy, so enticing, and oh, I had unconsciously wanted to enter you since the first moment I glimpsed this sexy butt, but believe me, Clarence, my aim was just giving you all kinds of sexual funs today and I say now that maybe I would not have surrendered my ass first had I known I had to fuck you too.

    -Just go on, Calvin. If my wonderful son is determined to give me a new hole to fuck, I should also give you the same fun and be willing to allow you to fuck me daily.

    -But it’s hurting you, Clarence, I don’t wanna torture you.

    -Since it’s hurting me, now you’ll be sure that nobody has ever fucked me before and I have kept a virgin ass, but you felt this pain before and never complained, so I’ll behave now as manly as you were before. Fuck this pain, Calvin, and never stop.

    -How brave you are, Clarence.

    -It’s been you that’s teaching me courage, Calvin, and now that the pain is disappearing, I cannot help but desire you strongly. I mean I only want to have sex with you and only you after now. Now it’s wonderful fun to notice you inside me, inside my body but I also want you inside my mind, inside my soul…

    -Inside your heart? Is it that you love me, Clarence?

    -Not that I know of, but I need you sexually.

    -We could make this fun a daily fun, Clarence, and become lovers. I mean every day we can have sex with each other and even sleep naked together having more sex. We will be allowed to have more sex with anyone we fancy, but every day with each other, deal Clarence?

    With total shrieks of ecstasy, I answered.

    -Deal Calvin.

    And just then I felt his masculine first load inside my ass. What had started just as erotic interviews was now wonderful sex between a father and his son, sex that we will always have after now and nothing to feel guilty about for my masculine Calvin desired it just as much as I did and the deal we’d just signed was perfect: we could continue having sex with girls, but every day with each other.

    Exhausted after the fucks but with the afterglow of sex in our eyes, we spent the rest of that day naked and naked we shared the same bed that night, that very bed where I did my first interview to him.

    We still interview each other sometimes but now we mostly answer questions related to the sex we have with each other, who continue being lovers five years later. Sex with Calvin is hot and I increasingly want more, now I think of it.