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Another hot LA day, I work sporadically as a bit part western actor and stunt man, and I gotta say I’m in great shape for a man my age, but a day at home hanging out naked smoking cigarettes and drinking beer doing nothing sure beats falling off horses and landing in cactus any day!

With the wife working 9 to 5 and my boy at school I’ve got the place all to myself most the day. I can stretch out, smoke cigarettes, and hang out naked to my hearts content. I’ve got a few stroke books stashed away, magazines with mostly nude girls, but the occasional naked guy is there for the couples photo layouts. I like both, I’ve been with lots of women, but all my life I’ve enjoyed guys on and off too.

The navy was fuck’n crazy, so macho, so manly, sailors, uniforms, battleships. Hell I never got my cock sucked so much in my life!  Guys in the showers were always a hot sight sure, but we spent so much time swimming naked off the ship and laying around naked it was pretty common to have a guy just reach over and start grab’n your junk.I never resisted and loved the attention.

At six foot two, two hundred and broad shouldered I always got noticed.  I’ve been told I’ve got the most beautiful set of lowhangers around and a pretty sweet uncut cock on top of that. The boys in school couldn’t take their eyes off me in gym and the sailors practically lined up to lick and suck my big nuts and have me facefuck them. I’ve always gotten attention and I like it, when someone’s checking me out I can feel my cock begin to twitch and I enjoy showing it off.  Recently though it’s my son that has suddenly started looking at me, a lot. 

 When I’m alone at home I like to be naked, but I generally wear just my loose white boxers and a white tee around the house when someone else is here, nothing skimpy or see through,  though it’s sometimes not easy to keep these big balls of mine confined and they have a tendency to slip out the leg of my shorts, no big deal I figure, it’s not like my son cares right?

But recently I’ve noticed him staring, he plops himself down in that big chair in the living room and keeps looking over at me just staring at my balls. At first I figured he was just curious, he’s getting to that age, his body’s changing, he has questions, he wants to compare, but this is different, he’s definitely focused on getting a good look at my junk and I’m torn between just letting him enjoy the view and going back to my room and putting on a robe, but it’s too hot for a robe so I figure big deal if the kid likes look’n at my balls, hell, he has balls too so no biggie.

Something else has happened recently though, I walked in on him in his room and he was jerk’n off like crazy! Hell, I did that three or four times a day when I was his age, in fact I still jerk,off every day just to feel those big loose balls of mine spasm as my cock throbs and shoots load after load. I liked doing it as a kid and I still like doing it and have no plans to stop!

Anyway, I walk in on him and he’s jerk’n his stiff cock in his fist and he about jumped out of the bed LOL, he was pretty embarrassed the first time that happened and I just smiled and winked at him and backed out the door, but recently when I catch him he just kept jerk’n it and stroke’s it right there in front of me!
   He asks me questions about masturbation, is it bad for him? would he hurt himself doing it so much? etc, etc, but all the time he was still standing there in front of me slowly stroking his boner!  I have to say that there was a moment there where I felt my own cock start to fatten up in my boxers so I made up some lame answer to his questions and slipped back into the living room to chill out, smoke a few more cigarettes and give my own cock a few slow strokes…like father like son.

He’s recently started joining me in the living room, dressed in only his short short gym shorts he curls up in the big armchair opposite me on the sofa and we watch TV with together until his mom comes home from work. Up until recently that’s all it’s been, but ever since I walked in on him he’s gotten pretty casual about his nudity and my seeing him, almost as if he wants me to look at him.

He’s began falling asleep each afternoon, we’ve both always taken naps that time of day, after a shower or a swim, put’s or feet up and getting comfortable and dozing off. But now each time he naps I can’t help but notice his cock getting hard in his gym shorts. Perfectly normal, particularly for a guy his age, hell I still stiffen up in my sleep and have woken up with wood more than once and noticed his eyes locked on my crotch as my boner strains at the thin white cotton of my boxers. 

   Almost every day now I have to get up from the sofa and shake him and wake him up to tell him his dick has worked his way out of his shorts and is sticking straight up! He acts slightly embarrassed but with each day he gets bolder and bolder to where now he’ll just reach down and stroke it in front of me like that one time in his room, but now he says stuff like “but dad it’s so hard” or “but dad it feels so good when I do this” and he keeps asking me questions like if I jerk off too  and how often I jerk off and the other day he asked  me if I wanted to see how much he could shoot! “I shoot out a lot dad, ya wanna see? It squirts really far and feels sooooo good!” He asked me almost innocently, but now I’m pretty certain he’s getting off on jack’s off in front of me!

   That first time I sent him back to his room to Finnish himself off, but instead he went into the bathroom and he left the door open half way so I could see him jack’s it and blow a huge load all over the mirror. I have to say that he’s awfully pretty much like his mom, with a smooth tan, firm, body and dark hair, and as wrong as this sounds the sight of him standing in there, jerking his boner, arching his back and moaning as he shot that big load sure got my dick to attention, which I’m pretty sure now is just what he wants.

So, if that’s the game he wants to play I can play that game too. Now when we’re sitting there together in the afternoon I make sure he’s got a good view of those big low hangers of mine, smooth and saggy, hanging out the leg of my boxers. I like to absentmindedly reach down and touch them as I smoke. I can see him tense up and his cock start leaking in his shorts as I fondle my big balls and gently pinch the loose foreskin on the head of my cock as it lengthens and begins to poke out too for him to see.

  I’ll often now take a cool shower in the afternoon and then just relax in front of the air conditioner as I lay on the sofa with the towel loosely wrapped around me. I shift a little and the towel sips just enough for a peak. Then in a little while I move my knee and he’s got a clear view right up my towel, I drop my head back and “nap” and slipping in and out of napping I’m aware of his eyes on me and can hear him beginning stroking it.

“Dad? Dad? You awake?” He’ll whisper, I play possum and act like I’m out cold and I lay there and can hear him jerking off, the quiet rhythmic creak of the chair, his fist gripping his hard cock, his breathing growing faster and faster until he slips out a low long moan and his body spasms and jerks hot spunk squirting over and over again all over his smooth tan body. I can even smell all that cum as it splatters all over him just before he jumps up and runs into the bathroom mopping himself up.

I know some might think it’s kind of wrong, but two can play that game, he wants to peek at me, flash me boners and jerk off in front of me then I might as well have some fun too. I have to say I do like the attention, I like that I give him hardons and make him horny. I enjoy knowing he’s peeking at me and jerking it and shooting his big loads as he fantasizes about daddy.

   And the best thing  is that he thinks I’m completely unaware of what he’s up to! I wonder though, what he’d do if I reached down one afternoon and began stoking myself too along with him what would he do then? What if I started stroking it and gripped my throbbing hardon and talked to him too and said yeah son this is so fuck’n great I love strok’n it and making it shoot, wanna see who can shoot first? Farthest? Would he take me up on it? Or would he be blown away and shocked?
    Well it didn’t take too long to find out. Today as I lay there  stretched out across the sofa pretending I was asleep I suddenly felt his hand gently cup my big loose balls, and then I making its way to my throbbing boner. He traced a finger the length of my rock hard erection until he found a glistening drop of sweet sticky precum on the tip and if I’m not mistaken I heard him sip it right off the tip of his finger as he slowly stroked my cock.

    His soft warm hands feeling so good on my cock as he gripped it firmly and slowly stroked me and fondled my balls. He knew just what to do to make daddy cum and squirt a big hot juicy load right then and there, of course he did, that’s my boy, like they say, like father, like son… 

We had two more nights fucking with the sexy and very willing Petr. He’d turn up at the hotel reception and one of us would go down from our room to guide him to our hotel suite. After fucking the second night we went to the Hard Rock restaurant not too far from our hotel, and we introduced Petr to Fajitas. He fell in love with them. He’s never considered eating in the place, being too frightened to put on weight. We disabused him of that idea. We tried to abuse Petr by trying to persuade him to be double fucked by us. He was horrified by the idea, as we were far too big-dicked for him even to even consider trying. “You fuckers are singly the biggest dicked guys ever to fuck him singly”, he insisted. Though, he wouldn’t mind watching us double fucking someone in front of him.

On the third night with Petr we ended up both over-loading his arse with our loads deep into his guts much to his excitement that he shot his load twice after each of us had rammed into him, balls deep. After the struggle of the first night, Petr was now ruined. It might take a long while for his anal muscles to retract back to the tightness he had when we first met him. Petr was very quiet about the guys he knew and who might be his more regular fuck pals. He was more eager to ask us about our friends back in the UK, but we did find that he had some friends in Czechia, and in Austria and Germany when he went back to Europe. When we showed him photos of our friends he became excited and wanted to know more about what we did with the guys and was bouncing when we described some of the group action we enjoyed with them and our tales of hanging around naked during the summer months back in Cornwall. “I enjoy being naked when my folks are away from home too”.

We asked about him getting his own place. He pouted. “I might have to wait until the folks pass away. Right now they seem to be happy that I’m around and more or less under their control for some of the time. Don’t get me wrong, they are very generous to me and I don’t have to worry about anything but moving away and a place of my own is not a situation for the future. Petr got an invite to visit us in Cornwall some time.

It was our penultimate day on the beach, our last full day in Pattaya and to our surprise, John, from the Californian surfing trio came to the beach alone and spotted us. He was wearing the same white linen, long sleeved shirt, and loose baggy trousers and sandals, and white floppy bucket hat.

He tells us that he is surprised to see us, or so he says, and he sits with us after giving us long deep kisses and he caresses our bodies publically.  He drinks a couple of beers with us but doesn’t eat.  We see the sex change guy with the huge dick, Su, walk by and he pouts at us and walks on. It’s obvious that J-A had been fucking him since his visit to us and had told Su what had happened between the three of us, and there is a huge amount of jealousy. Again he walks past us again closely flashing the enormous package at us and deliberately massaging his rear.

“It that thing for real”? John asks us. “Has he got a pair of socks down there”? We assure him that’s it’s all for real and tell him of the proposed sex change. “Fuck I gotta have a taste of that meat in my ass sometime before he loses that thing for ever. He might just enjoy Van and Santo as well. That butt looks as if it’s been well and truly filled many times”.

John didn’t know we’d stayed over an extra week and were in the hotel and so he invited himself back to the hotel with us. We ask where the other two guys, Van and Santo where, and he claims he doesn’t know.  Petr joined us again, for the fourth night in a row, after another day lying naked in the sun at his parents place and pumping his prizewinning body at the gym. He showed no surprise at the extra guest.

We were so surprised that John and Petr got on as we thought that Petr was only into muscle guys, but John has an easy going outlook on life that Petr seemed to like. Sexually they got on fine, both being bottoms, and Stephen and I were able to fuck both the guys at the same time and we saw Petr fuck for the first time. He was a powerful fucker building up quite a sweat and his hard muscles bulging as he piledrived into John following the example Stephen had shown him earlier.

The best was after Stephen and I had given both of the guys a good fucking and they ended up in a 69 embrace rimming out each other fucked holes. It seemed that the guys were almost made for each other, though I did think that John was a bit disappointed in the length of Petr’s cock but not the thickness. Petr got very excited watching us DP John. He’d never seen it before for real, only in porn video’s he secretly kept from his parents, but he got in really close to see our two thick and lengthy cocks in John’s stretched hole.  At one point I think I felt Petr touching my cock and balls as Stephen’s cock was ramming against mine inside John, who was in torn moaning away like mad in enjoyment. Petr also got into sucking our cocks in mouth to arse action and eating John’s fucked hole and he also joined in the DP action as well experiencing the thrill of giving a DP along-side both myself and Stephen.

The one thing both guys had was an insatiable appetite for sex. There was no complaint from me and Stephen. By nine pm we were discussing food and again we ordered room service and Stephen and Petr went downstairs to the basement supermarket to buy beers and wine. I had a few moments on the balcony with John and he tells me that he’d love a relationship with me if I wasn’t married and asked if we were, would I get other hung guys to fuck with us? I’m flattered, the guy is a handsome and charming guy, and a pig for hard sex. As to his question, I was certain that we’d get plenty of guys to fuck with us, but I was sure that he got more than enough in California. He was to tell us of some of the hottest guys he’d been fucked by when Stephen returned as we enjoyed hearing about other guys sexual activities.

The food arrived, and the same Room Service guy brings us the food surprised that this time there are four of us in the room. After he left we laughed at the look on his face as our numbers during the week had gone from two to three and now four guys in the room. Or maybe it was the smell of sex in the room. We had been very sweaty and the aroma of jizz hung around in the air.

After we had finished the food we sat back relaxing together drinking the wine and beers and chatting. I was curious about what John and his friends Van and Santo got up to together. John described one of his favourite memories.

The guys blindfolded John with a hood with a mouth hole cut into it and made John suck and be fucked by a number of guys. How many he didn’t know. He suspected that some might have been some of their regular fuck pals plus some new guys. He was so horny for the action that he was edging all the time and had guys shooting inside of him and down his throat almost constantly. John wished it had been shot as a Raging Stallion porn shoot. He had been manhandled into all kinds of positions to be fucked and face-fucked and at times he was double penetrated by many different couplings. “I was so turned on by the fact that I couldn’t see anything at all”. He grinned at us. “I just love being doubled, especially by huge dicks, and you guys the other day were definitely one of the best ever”. He was talking about the orgy we had in Rboys apartment. As John continued with the description of the gang fuck, we were getting horny once again and releasing our cocks to jack off to.

We asked how he had met Van and Santo. Santo had been a regular fuck of John’s at a group of guys who met regularly, and John loved his huge cock and how he was fucked by him. Santo suggested that they get onto Grindr, and see if they could find other hung guys to join them. They got lots of hits; some guys John was very attracted to but Santo was a lot more choosey. They met up with some guys but the one that they both liked was Van. He had the surfer’s body that they liked, and he was tanned, good looking and very hung. Van was also very much into John and he preferred Van as a friend and as a hot fuck. The threesome would meet up with other guys and go to the group and play around but it was when they experimented in double fucking that John liked the two guys together and he wanted to have both the guys around him.

The guys opened a surfing store at Laguna Beach in Los Angeles, it was very successful with the guys also giving surfing lessons. They even made a great deal out of selling supplements to the local body-builders. “We were raking in the money even when COVID was rampant by doing home deliveries”. John was being very candid.

Petr asked if they dealt in Roids.

“No fucking way”. John was seriously adamant. “Christ it was bad enough with the fucking local Mafia. The fucking bastards didn’t have the sense to figure out the supplements deal we had was totally separate to the surfing store. We delivered to homes in disguise as a food delivery company. If we were dealing in roids we’d have the fuckers down our throats in a bad way”.

Petr was mollified.

Anyhow, the three guys made their cash and came out to South-East Asia to get away from things for a month or so. It had been fun with the cannabis and the booze and the weird gay scene.

So where were Van and Santo?

“They fucked off. I think to Vietnam or some fucking place. I’m going back to the Beach in LA and making more money and getting my ass filled often. Hey Youngster, you fucking like to join me”?

Petr gave him a friendly look. “Thanks but no thanks. What I get from my folks here would disappear. I’d loose too much money would be lost if I started globetrotting”. He was still interested in John. “When do you go back to the US.”?

“Maybe a week or so. The guys here have got me interested in a couple of huge dicks I’d like to try before I leave”.

Petr knew who he meant. “The black guy from Africa and the ladyboy with the huge pole”?

John laughed. “Yeah you fucking got it in one; got to try them both”.

“At the same time”.

“Fuck, that might even be a challenge for me. I’d hate to ruin myself for Van”.

I was curious. “Why just Van”.

“Santo is too controlling, Van is a fucking sweet one. Maybe when we get back together I’ll dump Santo. I need to find some new guys for myself”. I for one was not over surprised by this.

I mentioned to Stephen that John and Petr would like our friends Mike, Carl and Chris and especially Jason and Connor who were big bodied guys and hung like horses and of course, Newton, my long term friend from Jamaica.

Petr excused himself from staying the night and I dress and see him out of the hotel. He is sad that we were leaving. He loved being with us and he assured me that he wasn’t leaving early because of John. He promised to keep in touch with us. I was sorry to see the short, young, muscled guy go. He was a little innocent in some ways and I’d enjoyed showing him some of the ways of gay sex and increasing the diameter of his arsehole with Stephen’s help. I felt certain that we’d meet up with him again.

Stephen suggested that we got down to business and beckoned John to come and join us on the bed. The very handsome and sexy Californian grinned and walked over to us, having again shed his shirt and trousers, leaving them on the floor and sauntered over to us his dick waving in the air totally erect. He was very attractive with his white un-tanned skin, dark eyes and blond hair and he fell onto the bed between us both.

“What do you want me to do”? He submissively asked.

“Get your sexy lips around our steaming cocks”. Stephen ordered whipping out his huge dick as I hauled mine out for some more action.

John bounced down the bed and took my cock in his hand and went down as far as he could on Stephen’s exceptional monster.  He took in a little more than half of it, and pulled off to tell us that this was an “amazing dick”, and that he loved it.  He had his fist around the base but he couldn’t close it around the huge circumference and his hand covering the base three inches of the tool by the well-trimmed blond pubic hair. John dropped my cock for a moment and reached over to put his other hand on Stephen’s meat above the other one and then took his hand away from the base and clasped it on the top section just leaving the head exposed. “Shit it has to be ten inches – three handfuls of fat dick. I love it. He went back to licking and sucking around the head and continued to jack on my dick. He was making wet sucking noises as he took in more of the wonderful organ bobbing his head rapidly as he fucked his own face.

“Let me watch you on Gerren now. Almost reluctantly John released Stephen still holding onto the base and moved over to my member giving me the same treatment putting his hands up my pole from the base. His top, third hand, covered the bottom part of my cock-head and he could just get his fingers to close around my shaft and when he took a deep taste of my cock he pronounced it delicious and he had a big twinkle in his eyes. He went back and forth on both our cocks in turn and swallowed my length completely first and shaking his head about, further stimulating my rod and using his tongue excitedly at the base close to my balls and causing me to almost jerk upright at the fantastic sensation. I recalled just how talented a sucker John was from the experience a few days earlier.

Having successfully swallowed all of my length he moved over to Stephen and eventually succeeded in taking all of it, again shaking his head about. He withdrew from it looking at the totally wet prick with pride having managed to deep throat it. “That’s one hell of a schlong you fucking got there Stephen”.  Stephen flushed with pride. “Yeah, I know it and I never get tired of hearing it. Now go down on Gerren again and let me get a taste of you. The sex mad blond Californian turned so that Stephen could get at the lovely cut eight incher that was very red. I knew that Stephen would be able to easily get all of it in his mouth first go.

“I want you guys to bang my ass all night – I’m missing Van’s meat very much. I’ve got this itch in my butt that needs taking care of”. Stephen laughed. “Wasn’t the three of us doubling your hole a couple of hours ago not enough”?

“What do you think”?

As if to prove his point, John backed himself on to my dick and sank his mouth down on Stephen’s cock and spit roasted himself on us, moving his body back and fro to self fuck both ends to his own satisfaction.

It was fun having John to ourselves and without his friends and others around. He was a perfect bottom for us both and showed us what a perfect bottom should be like, really worshiping our bodies as well as our cocks.

We ended the night with yet another long double fuck of his willing hole with Stephen power ramming his larger dick deep into John’s ever willing fuck hole. Just as he was about to shoot, Stephen pulled out and raced around to John’s face just a few inches from my own and blasted his load all over the guys handsome face. John was the pig we now knew him to be. Allowing the cum to explode all over his face and to try to swallow as much of the rest as he could, ending up with his lips tightly around the massive cockhead and veined shaft, his eyes alight with pleasure.

I was so turned on watching the performance that I shot my load deep into his hole, over filling it once again, so much so that I felt the excess juice fall down against my balls. Stephen looked down on me with approval. “Go on, get down there and clean up Gerren’s dick and let me see you make a good job of it.

John raised himself up off of my cock and released Stephen’s cock from his lips and went down on my cock licking it and sucking out the dregs of my jizz from my shaft, working on it like a child licking clean a bowl of the remains of ice cream and chocolate sauce making yummy sounds as he did so.

“I love the taste of cum and you guys fucking juice is the tastiest”. He announced to us, licking his lips flamboyantly, making a great show of it.

The cum towel was used for the ninth or tenth time that evening and John cuddled up to both of us.

“I’d love to be your fuck toy, on hand for you to use when you need action. Got a position going?” and he burst out laughing.

I told him that I thought he had that position already covered and that he’d soon get tired of us both.

“What with your bodies, looks and dicks? No way”. He seemed shocked.

The time had come for John to depart. I chose to see him off the hotel property. At the reception area he became emotional almost in tears. He found it difficult to say a goodbye and was clinging to me in a tight embrace.

“I’m gonna be so fucking lonely man”, he told me.

I assured him that there was plenty of dick around for him to enjoy. “Try to find Su on the beach, he’s easy enough to spot and he’ll lead you to J-A. You’ll have a great time”.

“Not as great as you guys”. He sniffed.

I patted his well fucked arse and almost prised him off my body. After a very wet and sloppy kiss he walked away, heading to a baht bus. He boarded and waved to me. A hundred metres down the road He was still waving to me when I turned and went back to my husband.

Like always want to apologise for any mistakes in my storie. English it’s not my first language  

When I started meeting mens from adverts I met a lot different people strange,good and bad guys. I was meeting older group of guys for some naughty fun they was telling me about how they organising gay group meets in cottage with sauna. They was organising meets every weekend or every other weekend. They gets one or few bottom guys pay them some cash for having sex with many guys. I was young guy who just likes have some fun and exploring 

I was at home playing games just chilling. When one old chap started texting me asking how I doing can I meet tonight and all that. I said maybe I can meet,but can’t accommodate today because my parents at home. Then he start telling me about how two bottom guys let them down,they can’t get hold of them. And they have party going on this evening and they need bottom guys. I said oh shit that’s not good I asked them if they tried to put advert and tried to find bottom guys like that. They said they did tried,but nothing. Then he asked me if I would go in cottage with them he said I will guarantee everybody gonna be gentle with you. I said no. He start begging me to help him out because guys coming and they paid already. After hour chat I excepted. I went to shower got ready told my mum I gonna stay at my friends. That chap come picked me up. We was on our way there and he told me he couldn’t find any more bottoms and I’ll gonna be only one. I asked how many guys gonna be and how old they are . All guys was over 45 years old and 10 of them. I was nervous about how everything gonna go. Then we come to cottage most guys was already there drinking,smoking outside. When I come say hello to everybody I recognised few guys and they recognised me too. I heard them telling other guys its gonna be good night we can fuck hard this bitch. I was feeling lost didn’t knew what to do and how to react. I had few beers had few cigarettes,guys was drinking,smoking talking with each other. Then time came old chap grabbed my hand and told me to follow him,he pooled his cock out sit-down on some and told me to suck him. I gone on my knees started work on his cock didn’t took long and he pushed my head down and shooted his load straight in my mouth I start chock and coughing. Then another one came started suck his cock too, other guys was chatting drinking and watching us. I was sucking one after another one they was fucking my mouth like crazy I feeled exhausted already and they was keep going. One of guys got some shots for me I got wormed up. I was naked on my knees sucking cocks next minute other guys started rubbing my tight hall pushed fingers deep in me I moaned like bitch. Most cocks that night was fat big cocks. One of guys was bringing me shots I was getting drunk. They started fuck me,cocks was everywhere in mouth in ass in hand’s, I was fucked in different position ass to mouth then mouth to ass that was crazy. I was covered in cum. I went to shower washed my self had smoke then straight on my four’s guy start fucking me like crazy I was screaming from feeling inside me and he shooted load inside me I was moaning like fuck. I had cock in my mouth he shot load too. Another guy started fuck my ass and another guy came to me start stroking my head and pushing his cock in my mouth I lifted my head up couldn’t believe it was one of my friends dad didn’t knew what to do he was smiling and pushed my had down on his cock few minutes later he cum in my mouth and other guy cum in my ass. I went in shower again and my friends dad walked in shower just before I dried my self up. He locked doors then he told me to keep mouth shut and don’t say anybody about me,he said you have to suck me off when I want because you live not far from me. I was destroyed, drunk and tired. We walked out from bathroom had smoke together and drink. He took me on bed and started fuck me dogystyle other lads start fucking my mouth again. My friend dad was fucking me hard pushing all in I was screaming,but he was keep going with his fat cock he pulled quickly out and shooted straight in my mouth. I was right mess, my face, body was covered in cum. I couldn’t say anything or do nothing about it. They fucked me for hours done nasty things with me.

I got up in morning my head was exploding I was naked my body,hair was full of dry cum. I had shower got pants on and come for cup of tea and cigarette. Its only few guys was left there we had chat how everything was and all that. My all body was hurting my hall was still twitching. Of course they asked to blow them before I go home. I just let them to fuck me instead . They fucked me was moaning like shut again then quick shower then home.

It was crazy and sometimes painful,but was good orgasm too. After that night done nothing for few days🙂

But was only one problem after that night my friends dad was keep using me. Most times when he drunk was telling me to come near lake or if he knew my parents not at home he came down to my house. Was fucking me quite often. Was fucking me hard always made me scream. But that is other stories.

I hope you enjoyed my storie.

Have nice reading.

“Congrats” Paul cheerily said when Barry opened the door. “This is a nice place. How does it feel to finally be a home owner?”

“A little scary but better than paying rent” he replied.

“Here’s your ‘go to’ favorite” Paul said handing Barry a fifth of twelve year old Chivas.

“Perfect and much appreciated” Barry affirmed with a hug. “Come on in. I’ll hide this for later but for now drinks are in the kitchen. Follow me.” Rounding the corner Val bumped into Paul.

“Ooooops, my bad, so sorry” Val quickly apologized.

“Oh good, you two met” Barry joked trying to dissuade the awkwardness of the moment. “Paul Andrews, this is Val Ferris. We work together at the warehouse. Val, this is Paul, a long time good friend and my personal pseudo psychiatrist.”

“Let me fix you a drink. What would you like?” Val offered giving Paul a quick once-over thinking he looked familiar.

“Screwdriver, heavy on the vodka, light on the o.j.” Paul replied.

Handing him the drink Val continued to chat “So you’re a pseudo shrink for Barry. How does that work?” he asked.

“That’s more of a long standing joke” Paul mused. “I’m not a psychiatrist. Instead of talking to an expensive professional he talks to me. I’m a bartender and I own The Getaway bar.”

“Now that makes better sense” Val snickered “and now I recognize the face. I thought you looked familiar but couldn’t figure out why. You’re out of place. You need to be wearing the black apron and arm band. I have a lot of good memories and stories from The Getaway. Three years ago I was twenty one when I first met Barry there. He got me the job at the warehouse. It’s kinda cool when you meet someone as great as Barry at a gay bar. It saves a lot of time and weirdness later on.”

“I agree with that” Paul confirmed. “They don’t come much nicer than Barry, truly a good guy and a great tipper.”

“Hold up” Val paused. “At the bar, the pictures on the back wall, the guy on water skis, is that you?” he asked.

“Guilty” Paul blushed. “A younger version of me. When I was in my early twenties I was part of a water sports show that toured the country during the summer. I skied, did the jumps, tricks, barefoot, pyramids, the whole shtick.”

“So you like the water” Val grinned with a glint in his eye. “I don’t have a ski boat but I do know a great place to go if you want some time at the beach. Not to be too pushy but I’m going to Teddy Bear Cove at noon tomorrow. I’d like some company if you were so inclined to go with.”

“You’re on” Paul eagerly accepted. “I live above the bar so when you pick me up ring the bell at the 101 B red door in the alley.”

Turning off the main road Val drove down a dirt lane to a large clearing where three other cars were parked. “Looks like we came on a good day” he commented. “Only a few others on the beach today.” Grabbing the large tote bag they followed the trail downhill. Two minutes later turning a corner and stepping through the trees they were looking at a very secluded beach. “Welcome to Teddy Bear Cove” Val announced with outstretched arms.

Stepping onto the sand Paul could barely make out the words on a weather-worn hand painted sign cautioning that clothing was optional and they may encounter nude sun bathers. ‘This has  potential to be very interesting’ he thought to himself.

Walking a short distance Val found a suitable spot tucked between the bushes that offered some privacy. “This should do nicely” he said spreading a large blanket on the grass. “Lots of sunshine and away from foot traffic.” He quickly shed his tee shirt and cutoffs. Following Val’s lead they both stood silently looking at each other. Paul in his black speedo his muscular legs, athletic gymnast build and the prominent bulge of his groin was on full display. Val unconsciously nodded unaware that he was staring. “Holy shit, Paul, you are one super fit dude” he said in a soft whisper.

“Uhhhh thanks” Paul shyly responded. “You’re pretty damn fit yourself” he complimented admiring Val’s body, the dark mat of chest hair and the spread of a wide treasure trail from mid torso disappearing into the swim tucks. “I’m always a bit envious of guys that have the body hair on the chest and abs. I got the hairy legs and a little bit of fuzz for a trail but that’s it.”

“This poor body is starting to sag a bit” Val lamented wistfully. “There was a time I took better care of myself. I was young, dumb and full of cum as they say. Now it feels more like I’m getting old, not so bold, and I do what I’m told” he laughed. “Enough of the pity party, let’s get wet. Race you to the water.”

They goofed around swimming for a while when Paul had enough. “I’m going to go lie in the sun and warm up” he said wading out of the water. Val followed and lay down beside him. “I’m a bit curious” Paul queried ”so tell me if this is none of my business. You met Barry at my bar and you work with him. Am I out of line to ask if the two of you have ever hooked up?”

“Interesting question. I have been asked that before” Val said intentionally moving his leg to brush up against Paul. “The answer is ‘no’ Barry and I have never hooked up. We are friends but we  never hit it off to have it be anything more. Neither of us seems to be the other’s type. May I ask the same question of you?”

“That’s only fair” Paul conceded. “That answer is also ‘no’. Barry is a long time and steady customer. I think it would be weird and a bit strained to be sexually involved with a patron and like you said, it’s a matter of a type, not being attracted to each other.”

“I’m sorry if that was rude” Val said apologetically taking Paul’s hand in his. “I didn’t intend to put you on the spot but that brings another question to mind. What is your type, if you have one?”

Paul did not speak for what felt like an eternity to Val, afraid that he must have upset him. Paul took a deep breath and finally spoke. “If I had to say there was a type” he softly whispered, “it would be someone very much like you.” Turning his face to Val, Paul squeezed his hand and looked at him eye to eye. “I find myself most definitely attracted to you.” Without another word Paul pulled Val close with his free hand passionately kissing him. Val immediately responded returning Paul’s advance with equal passion, his tongue probing seeking acceptance. Rolling on top of Val, Paul madly and relentlessly continued making out kissing more than his lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his cheeks, his neck and pecs. Nestling his face in the chest hair, Paul’s mouth found its target. Val quietly murmured his approval feeling Paul gently bite and suck on a nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Reaching between them with his free hand Paul untied the draw string. Loosening the suite Paul slid his hand into Val’s swim trunks to fondle his cock and balls.

“Shit yeeesssss” Val hissed gripping Paul’s head pushing his face tight to his chest. “Play with my balls, stroke that dick. Fuuuccck that feels good. That’s getting me soooo hard” Val moaned. Paul continued masturbating him long stroking the foreskin over the head of his cock. “Get these trunks off me” Val ordered, “and loose the speedo. I want my eight inch dick sucked and I sure as hell want to suck you.” Kneeling over Val, Paul tugged the swim trunks off. Standing, he peeled his speedo off and kicked it away. “That’s much better” Val gushed. “Good god almighty, what a beauty of a dick you were hiding. Get around here and let me at that thing” Val commanded. Assuming the sixty nine position Paul gasped as all seven inches of his cut dick went down Val’s throat.

“Oh hell yea, eat that cock” Paul rasped. “Keep that throat open so I can face fuck you.” With a determined steady rhythm, Paul shoved his dick into Val’s mouth feeling it slide down his throat at the end of each thrust. “Fffffuck, swallow all of it” he panted.

Val rummaged through the beach bag as Paul kept throat fucking down his throat. Finding the lube, Val pulled free of the assault. “I want you to play with my ass” he said handing the lube to Paul. “Finger fuck me and stretch me wide so you can fuck me. I want you to put this dick inside me and top me. I want to shoot my load while you fuck me hard and deep.”

Eager to comply, Paul relented on the face fucking to concentrate his efforts on Val’s asshole. With a line of lube on his middle finger Paul poked around Val’s butt crack. Feeling the wrinkle of Val’s pucker, Paul pushed his finger through making it slick with lube. With a mouth full of dick Val mumbled a garbled “Ooooo yeffff”. Encouraged by his response, Paul gave a twist of his wrist as he inserted the a second finger. Val wiggled his butt and clenched his hole signaling his pleasure. Taking his mouth off Paul’s cock Val instructed, “give me one more finger to open me up then you’re gonna fuck me. I want to feel your dick pumping cum in my ass.”

Paul gave another hard twist with three fingers in Val’s ass stretching him wide. Satisfied he was ready, Paul hastily lubed his throbbing erection. “On your stomach” he ordered, pushing Val flat on the blanket. Handing him a small stick Paul told Val “here, bite down on this. I hope you can take it cuz’ you’re stretched wide and I’m coming in fast.” Val raised his butt with excited anticipation. Paul gripped his dick sliding it in Val’s butt crack. Centering the head of his cock on the puckered hole Paul penetrated Val with one solid push. Val let out a muffled yelp as his hole yielded to the abrupt invasion. Any discomfort faded quickly, replaced with a sensation of stuffed pleasure.

“Ooooooooh bloody ffffuuuckin’ hell yyyyeeesssss” Val cried out spitting the stick out of his mouth. “Fuck me, fuck me good” he begged. “Holy shit you’re ripping me open with that dick inside me. Yes, yyeesss, yyyyeessss ride my cum button.”

“Take it, take my dick in your ass” Paul grunted. “You wanted it hard and deep so that’s how you’re gonna get it.” He abruptly pulled his dick out of Val causing him to sadly moan.

“Oh c’mon man, stick that dick back in” Val barked.

“Time to roll over” Paul said twisting Val’s legs flipping him. “I want to see your face when I put my load deep inside you.” With Val on his back, Paul put the legs over his shoulders. “I want to see you jacking yourself while I’m fucking you” Paul ordered as he shoved his dick back into Val’s gaping hole.

“Ohhhh yeeeaaaa” Val droned. “That’s it, right there! Get that dick back in there. I want to feel your balls slapping on my ass.” Masturbating himself Val teased “You can do better than that. I want to feel your dick tapping on my tonsils” he laughed.

“Damn, that’s just too fucking hot. I’m getting close” Paul warned. “Watching you jack off while this dick is pounding you is gonna make me cum-dump in your ass. Fuck yes, I’m gonna shoot right about nnnooowww” he gasped. Paul’s eyes clenched shut and his face contorted as his dick erupted unloading multiple shots of jizz deep into Val’s gut.

“Holy fffffuck” Val cried out as Paul’s orgasm waned. “Shhhhiiiit yes I could feel your dick throbbing. Stay there. Keep that dick in me. Keep fucking me” Val begged. “Don’t you dare stop or pull out. I’m so close I need you to fuck me until I cum.”

“Gladly” Paul complied feeling Val’s ass more slippery now that he was fucking into his own jizz, “but you gotta tell me when you’re gonna shoot your load, okay?”

Val agreed with a quick nod that was cut short when he yelled. “Cumming……. now! Fffffffuuuuck I’m cumming!”

Paul hastily pulled his dick out and dropped just in time to capture and fill his mouth with five massive volleys of Val’s cum. When he was finished Paul lay fully prone on top of him. Face to face they kissed, a sticky cummy kiss, Paul sharing Val’s load.

They stayed silent hugging one another enjoying the moment when Paul caught movement in his peripheral vision. Turning to look he and Val saw four naked guys watching them from about twenty feet away. Two of them were quietly applauding, the third one was tugging on his erection and the fourth gave them two thumbs up in a vote of approving what they had witnessed.

“They must have enjoyed the show” Val laughed with a slap on Paul’s butt. “I need a swim to cool off and time to recuperate.”

With a contented sigh he lay next to Paul on the blanket. Val turned to face Paul resting his head on his arm. “To get to know and understand you better I would be interested in hearing how you came to realize you were gay and how you ended up here. I’ll go first so this feels less like an interrogation” Val chuckled.

The summer before the tenth grade there were five of us guys that hung out. We were inseparable. It started when one of the guys found his dad’s dvd stash of porn. He would sneak a few and we would go to the basement and watch them when his folks were gone. Being sixteen and always horny it was no surprise we all boned and got hard which made it okay for us to jack off in front of each other. That advanced to the helping hand, stroking the cock of the guy sitting next to you on the sofa. One day somebody made a dare to suck a cock which led to tasting and swallowing cum. The next obvious thing to do was rimming and finger fucking ass play which ultimately ended up with us taking turns butt fucking, giving and getting it in the ass. That summer was when I knew for certain I was gay and I liked having a dick in my ass. From then on until we all graduated I never topped. I was always somebody’s bottom. A dick up my ass gives me so much pleasure I’m always rock hard and it’s easy for me to cum. I cum hands free a lot when the top is good enough and I’m taking it doggie. So here I am a few weeks away from turning thirty, a committed hard core bottom that just got fucked by an outrageously hot stud. Your turn” Val said in conclusion.

“Geeeez, where to begin” Paul hesitated. “I guess high school like you. I always got a bit aroused in the showers after gym glass. So did a few other guys but nobody really noticed or made a big deal of it chalking it up to being horny teenagers with little or no control of when or why a guy popped a boner. Now I know I probably was in denial about being attracted to guys. After graduating high school I got a summer job at the canning factory working graveyard shift saving up to buy a car before going to college. I struck up a friendship with Ben, a guy that worked night shift with me. He was a little older, probably a college sophomore or junior. Anyway, we started hanging out. It was hard to get any sleep during the day at my house. We lived next to the freeway and a train yard and my mom was home doing housework vacuuming and making noise. Ben’s parents both worked so his house was always quiet. He offered to have me come to his place explaining his bedroom was downstairs with his own bathroom and a king size bed, plenty of room for the two of us to get some sleep. Our clothes always had a lingering stink of the hot cookers from work so we would strip off to our underwear and put the clothes through the washing machine while we slept. It was hard not to notice that Ben’s great build. He had a hot body, not too muscular, a great six pack of abs, great pecs with some chest hair and a thick treasure trail at his belly button. I was no slouch but not as defined and not nearly as much body hair. If I started to get an erection seeing Ben in his underwear I would quickly turn to the side trying to hide my bulge. We would sleep for five or six hours. When we woke up we would fix something to eat and sit around in our undies playing video games while our clothes were in the dryer. We would take turns in the shower before going back to work until one day I was first in the shower when Ben opened the door and joined me. Before I could protest he put a finger to my lips shushing me. He told me ‘I see the way you sneak looks at me checking me out. I also see that your dick betrays you when you try, and fail I might add, to hide it when you start to get a boner. You shouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed for being gay. I suspected as much and wanted to get naked with you since the first day you came over.’ That encounter ended with a quick blow job in the shower because we were pressed for time to get to work but the next day after work was a different story. That was my affirmation that not only was I gay, but I was a versatile gay. That summer with Ben was my introduction to guy on guy gay sex. It was a two month crash course in sucking cock, rimming, ass play and fucking. What I learned from Ben has served me well. I’ve gone out with a lot of guys and had more than one date with a few. I am versatile but prefer to top whenever possible. It probably has something to do with my need to be dominant and that I really enjoy putting a load of cum in the ass when I fuck. So how did I end up being a twenty five year old bar owner? In college my very straight roommate came from an obscenely rich family. He had the Porsche and left a trail of women in his wake who were more interested in his money than him. I graduated with the generic business degree. Roomie needed to appease his douche of an overbearing father by making investments. He came up with the idea of buying the bar which served several purposes. He told his dad is was real estate investment which was true. It was a valued commercial property in the downtown district. He failed to mention that it was not just a bar but a gay bar. The arrangement was that he would retain the deed to the building and property and I would buy the business of the bar from his initial investment. That brings us to today. Here we are having a day at the beach and me having one of the best fucks ever. Sadly the afternoon is almost gone so we have to be going. I need to get cleaned up, eat and be at the bar by seven o’clock.”

Stopping at the red door in the alley, Val reached for Paul’s hand. “Thanks for a phenomenal day” he said. “Today was more than I could have hoped for. Would you consider an encore and getting together again?” he asked.

“Absolutely” Paul agreed with enthusiasm, leaning over to give Val a passionate kiss. “That is an emphatic ‘yes’ to get together with you again. Call me so we can get together again soon.” Looking back Paul gave him a salute and wave as he closed the red door.

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“Sure you gotta head back to the office, Mr. H?”

I was dressed back in my office casual, sitting on one of the poolside loungers in my backyard to lace up my shoes, while Steve Fuller lay naked on the adjacent lounger. I couldn’t tell if his look was a smirk of conquest or simply the happiness of a 21-year-old who just got laid. 

I was getting used to that look, but I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to the ability to see his amazing, athletically-toned frat-boy body naked and up close. He’d been swimming when I arrived, with a spontaneous craving for a nooner with the young stud, and I could see the fine light brown hairs on Steve’s shins were still matted to his damp skin, even as the rest of him had dried off.

Well, almost the rest of him: his meaty cock still had some lube and cum on it as it hung soft and satisfied. I felt a weird thrill that this stud’s load was deep inside me.

“I thought I told you to call me Brad,” I chuckled. This was like the third time I’d corrected him.

He grinned. “It’s a lot kinkier to call you Mr. H,” he said, point blank. Then, wiggling his toe to nudge it against the edge of my khakis, he added, “It’s hot as fuck that I’m nailing Tyler’s dad.”

“Damnit, Steve,” I growled. Not really pissed off. More exasperated. My one rule when we started fooling around was that Steve not talk about my son. A rule which Steve proceeded to ignore.

If it hadn’t been for his incredibly cute looks he might not be able to get away with it. Something about his dimples, blue eyes, and boyishly medium cut brown hair made me weak. “What?” he said, his white teeth showing. “He fucked my mom half of senior year. It’s kind of cool I repaid the favor.” 

I blushed and gave a quick check of my watch. I still had about five minutes before I really had to hit the road. Our fuck had been a quick one. I shook my head as I looked up at the guy. Steve was the Good Kid, the Nice Kid, the Kid Next Door – who also had a wild, kinky streak. It got me out of my comfort zone, big time, but I found the combination alluring. I didn’t perv on my son, but it turned me on that Steve shared Tyler’s sex life with me, including my boy’s penchant for cougars.

“Is that what I am, Steve? Payback?”

That seemed to melt his cocky demeanor some. “You know it’s not like that, Mr. H,” he said. “I’m just teasing ya, man.” He leaned up, and my heart pounded some as I took in just how beautiful a college stud looked. Just the right amount of hair and muscle, but still definitely young. 27 years younger than me to be precise. “Seriously… you gotta get back to the office?”

I laughed. “Yeah, Steve, I gotta get back.” I nodded down at his soft genitals. “I would have thought that fuck would have drained you for a while.” I’d blown Steve before heading to work that morning and it was only some naughty sexts from the dude that had given me the idea to come home on my lunch hour. 

He grinned. “Oh, yeah, you know it will, Mr. H. It’s just… I just enjoy being with you, beyond the sex.”

I sighed. I was crazy to be carrying on an affair with my son’s high school friend. And crazy for letting Steve get past my defenses so easily. I stood up and ruffled his hair playfully. “We’ll talk more tonight OK?” I said. 

Gone was the cocky frat grin. Instead, there was something almost questioning, almost needy in his gaze up at me. “Yeah, Brad,” he said. 

He stood up. Steve was a couple inches shorter than me, but we seemed to fit together, my head pivoting down into his kiss. Soft, sensual making out.

I didn’t want to relinquish that kiss, and he didn’t either, but I managed my willpower to pull back. I patted his gently on the ass. “All right, big guy… I’ll talk later.” Then, “text me.”

It felt like a dumb thing to say. But Steve just gave his puppy dog grin and nodded. “Will do.”

****

Steve Fuller was staying with me for a full, glorious week. Tyler was living at college, at a different school than Steve went to. I’d concocted a cover story in case anyone noticed my son’s friend staying with me. So far, I hadn’t had to use it. 

The guy offered to cook dinner. I think he felt bad sponging off me and lounging around my house all day. But he was my guest, and I politely declined the offer. Because I’d taken a full hour for lunch that Thursday, I worked late, so picked up some take out for dinner.

I half wondered if Steve would have any clothes on when I got home. The first night I found him naked by the pool, just like I had at lunch. But when I got to the house, I saw him out back, with a fraternity shirt on, and some soccer-type shorts, on the lounger studying for his LSATs. He was handsome as fuck.

“Hey, you hungry?” I asked, untucking my polo shirt from my khakis. 

He looked up with a gentle smile. Not that hungry wolf look he’d greeted me with at lunch time. “Yeah, I could eat. You need help with anything Mr. H?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, but thanks. I went with takeout tonight.”

Steve set down his books and got up. I don’t know if I’d get enough of his fit, youthful body. I liked that I was bigger than him – taller and with my middle aged build. But I was also envious of how lean and toned he was, without my stubborn midsection spread.

I wondered if we’d kiss but I didn’t feel that urgent sexual energy from before. So I stepped back inside, Steve following me and reaching up to massage my shoulders as I went to the kitchen island to take out the containers.

“I can still smell your cologne,” he said thoughtfully. Then with a chuckle he added, “I had that smell on me today, until I decided to take another dip in the pool.” He patted my shoulders once and let go, stepping around to get plates out to set them for dinner.

“Casual dinner tonight, Mr. H?” he asked, already setting them on the breakfast bar area of the island and going to get silverware. I’d seen this before, over the years. Steve Fuller being the polite guest when he came over. It was a trip to see it now.

We talked about our day some. Our lunchtime quickie had been such a whirlwind fuck that we actually didn’t converse then. 

It was kind of fucked up that I was having these almost-boyfriend kind of talks with a 21 year old, much less one who was a good friend of my son. But Steve seemed into this, too. He was a typical college kid, I suppose, a fun-loving party kid but one who had a serious side. Maybe earnest in ways that 21-year-olds can be. Focused on getting into a good law school, and a good career after that. 

“I thought about politics,” he once told me. “But I love fucking men too much.” Behind the bravado, I knew Steve was wrestling with the closet. Tyler knew Steve was gay, as did another buddy, but the guy hadn’t come out to his fraternity brothers.

I offered him a beer with dinner, but Steve declined. “I’m afraid it’s a study night, Mr. H…. hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I said. I was a little amused to see this young stud so studious the week-plus he was staying with me. “You pretty busy the next couple of days?” I asked.

The frat dude could detect something in the tone of my voice. He flashed his pearly teeth and gave a shy grin. “Maybe, maybe not, Mr. H… you have anything in mind?”

I nodded. “If you’re up for it, I was thinking I could take tomorrow off and we could go to the beach for a couple of days. It’s early in the season so we could probably get a place without a problem.” Honestly I didn’t know how good of beach weather it would be. The water would be cold still, but the forecast was for clear sun at least.

Steve smiled. “That’d be awesome. You know I’ll never say no to some extra Mr. H time.” I wondered if Steve would always call me Mr. H. He scooted back his stool. “But that means I really need to hit the books tonight, if that’s OK.”

“Of course,” I said, probably smiling like an excited kid at the prospect of a getaway with this fine young man. “Go get to it, Steve. I’ll clean up.”

He did just that, giving me another squeeze on the shoulder as he got up and made his way back to the outdoor patio to get his books.

It’s funny. I’d low-key worried all day that Steve would want sex again when I got home. Like a lot of young dudes, he had a hell of a sex drive and an admirably quick recovery time. Over the last few days I’d tried to adjust, having sex when I wasn’t quite in the mood. Maybe I felt embarrassed to have a more normal middle-aged sex drive, and I didn’t want Steve to think of me as old. It was fucked up, maybe, but I’d suck him or let me fuck me just to try to keep up with the young buck. 

I didn’t need sex now, not in the real sense of wanting to get my rocks off. But now that Steve hadn’t made a move to initiate anything, I found myself missing his lusty attention and the feel of his naked body and hard youthful cock. I shook my head. “Damnit, Brad,” I thought to myself. “You’re getting carried away, buddy.”

****

It really wasn’t beach weather. The sea breeze made the shore a good deal cooler, but shorts felt Ok with a sweater, and Steve and I enjoyed walking in the sand, sitting on the beach, and just enjoying having the place practically to ourselves before the summer crowds came. 

We were just enjoying the seascape and a lull in our conversation. Steve looked out on the water and spoke, “You know… my dad would take me to the beach sometimes. But it never felt like a vacation, it always felt like he was bribing me or something.”

“Buddy…” I said, feeling some sympathy. I knew Steve had a rocky relationship with his father, but I also reflected about my own with Tyler. I tried to be a good dad, but the divorce had made things more distanced between me and my son. I was angry with Mr. Fuller for not being there for Steve, but I also understood how difficult it was for divorced parents to do the right thing.

He gave a knowing grin. “It’s ok, Mr. H. But I don’t think I liked the beach before now. Being here with you… it feels relaxing, not like we’re having to work at having fun.”

“I’m glad,” I said. God, if this stud couldn’t get any more adorable…

“You know, Mr. H, you’re more than a piece of ass to me.” The words were pure cocky frat boy, but there was a genuine emotion and vulnerability to that admission.

I looked at him, surprised. This was a side of Steve Fuller I wasn’t expecting, though looking back the whole week had been leading up to this moment.

“Damn, buddy,” I said. “I’ve been trying not to go there.”

He liked my response. I could see his chest puff out a little and a smirk form on his face. “Go where, Brad?” 

It wasn’t often that he’d used my first name. “Trying not to have feelings for you,” I said aloud. 

He smiled at me, but we also felt a tension. This romance wasn’t really possible, at least not possible without causing a whole host of other problems. But Steve reached over and placed his hand on my bare thigh, gently running his fingers along my quad muscle and leg hairs.

I chuckled. “You’re making me hard, buddy,” I said softly. 

That made him happy, I could tell. “Yeah? And you got off earlier, too.”

I nodded. “I’m afraid an old man like me is gonna have a hard time keeping up with a buck like you.”

Steve’s fingers explored further on the inside my thighs, further down to the hem of my shorts. I was glad we were alone on the stretch of the beach, because I didn’t want to stop this. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Mr. H,” he said softly. “I kind of play up the stud with you… but I can be a patient guy.”

Damnit, I was head over heels for Steve Fuller.

“I’m 48, Steve,” I said, a little exasperated. 

“I know, Mr. H,” Steve said, maybe a little miffed that I didn’t treat him as a grown up who could make his own decisions. His fingers explored me more, I think the guy just loved turning me on, and could read it in my face. “You know, when I’d come over to Tyler’s… to your place… you were always like another father to me.” His voice was emotional and also sultry. “You know I don’t always get along with my dad, but you always treated me like family.”

“Oh god, Steve,” I hissed.

He gave me a let-me-finish look. “At first I just liked it, you know. But after a while it gave me a real bone.”

I looked into his blue-gray eyes. I felt I could get lost in them. “I think I had thoughts about you for a while,” I said.

“Thoughts?” he prompted with a grin.

“Sexual thoughts,” I added. “You’re a real kinky guy, you know,” I added with a nervous laugh.

His expression grew nervous. “Too kinky, Mr. H?” 

I shook my head. “Nah. Maybe you can teach me how to open a little.” My heart pounded, and I could tell Steve got what I was getting at. Feeling out some father-son roleplay. Maybe taking baby steps there, or maybe we were diving in. I couldn’t tell.

“I have a feeling you’re gonna be a quick study, Mr. H.” He removed his hand at last. “Whaddya say we go back to the room?”

I nodded and stood up, brushing the sand off my legs. I watched as Steve did the same thing. I just felt this vibe from the young dude. He was gonna fuck me, I knew, probably one of those multi-position marathon fucks. I was ready for it.

****

Remarkably, it was my first time getting fucked doggy. I had come out late in life, and even then still had my normal corporate-dad existence. No-strings Grindr hookups, one fuckbuddy, and now Steve. And Steve had a real preference for missionary. He loved seeing me as he fucked, loved having my legs on his shoulders. 

But we were taking our time today, going at it, cooing off, and going at it again. Making out a lot, and feeling up each other’s body. It was no surprise that I was into Steve’s perfect collegiate bod, but the young buck couldn’t seem to get enough of my more aged muscle.

Finally, I had the idea to flip over and get up on all fours. Maybe this wouldn’t be Steve’s thing, but we’d try it out.

His response, though, was immediate excitement. “Hell yes, Dad,” he hissed. I felt him scooted behind me and rub his lubed cock against my crack, rooting for my now relaxed hole.

“Fuck me, son,” I grunted. Yep, we’d dived right into the deep end of incest fantasy. 

The first penetration of Steve’s cock always took some adjusting and work on my part even. But now I was opened up and the entry felt marvelous. Steve Fuller was big but not huge, and I felt pleasantly full as he pressed that slick dick inside me again. Humping me, thrusting at a pace that wasn’t going to get him off too quickly. For a 21-year-old he’d learned topping technique really fucking well.

His hands gripped my hips, surprisingly strong in their grip as he held me for leverage. “Goddamnit, Dad… your ass feels amazing,” he hissed.

“It’s all yours buddy… all for my boy…”

“Fuck!” he grunted. Then with a deep sex lust, he added, “I wonder if this is how Tyler fucks my mom.” Then I heard a “sorry, Mr. H.”

Steve had talked this way before but not during sex. 

“It’s OK buddy… I’m game,” I said. Maybe it was the lust speaking for me.

“Fuck, Brad…” Steve was getting off on this. “Tyler’s nailed like ten cougars… he tells me about ’em… says there real fucking freaky in bed.”

My heart pounded and my dick twitched hard, untouched, beneath me. Steve’s plunging cock felt amazing in my hole, and against my prostate. “I’m afraid I’m not that freaky, Steve,” I laughed. 

His thrusts got a little harder at that. “I don’t Dad, you’re pretty far up there. I love it.”

“What do you think Tyler’s favorite position is?” I said. If I’d had my wits about me, I wouldn’t go there, but in the heat of the moment, I was right on Steve Fuller’s wavelength. 

“Probably this, Dad,” he grunted. “Taking some divorcee from behind.” His thrusts became more urgent jabs. They didn’t hurt but made my butt nut buzz and my cock drip.

I couldn’t hold off any more. I gripped my boner and didn’t even need any lube, I was leaking so hard.

That excited Steve. “Fuck yes, Dad, go for it. Come on your son’s cock.”

“You’re gonna get me there, son. That big fucking cock of yours… nailing me…” my words choked in my throat and I felt my whole body go hot.

Steve’s reaction to my orgasm was immediate. “Oh fuck, Dad. I’m cumming too… oh fuck oh FUCK!” 

He powered in and then heaved forward to rest his toned bare chest against my hot, sweaty back. I don’t recall ever having sex that felt so intensely physical. 

Afterward, I was embarrassed and way guilty at having gone that deep in the raunchy incest talk. But the reassuring thing was to see Steve’s equally shy and quiet as we unpaired and showered off together. 

“You feeling bad, Mr. H?” he asked softly as he took my towel and gently helped dry off my body.

“Pretty much,” I admitted. I still felt the guilt, but also the absurdity of our roleplaying was hitting me. I started laughing, and Steve began to, as well. 

****

We went out for a dinner, our appetites now ravenous. And we enjoyed a drink to watch the sunset in one of the waterfront places. It was funny, because I knew we looked like a real father and son. Steve even said as much at one point. 

“Thanks for inviting me here, Mr. H,” the frat boy said as we got back to our room. We sat on the couch area of the suite and started making out, softly. Steve felt me up through my preppy button-down shirt and I pawed at his collegiate sweatshirt. I worried I was going to get whisker burn, but neither of us could stop the feeling of kissing each other.

He had a big grin when he finally pulled back. “You know, I’ll follow your lead.”

“My lead?”

“You know, dating. I’ve never done it. Not for real.”

“Makes two of us,” I said. “I’ve never dated a guy.”

He smiled. I think Steve liked that we were matched in some ways, despite our age  difference. “Well, you have more experience in this still… and besides, Tyler’s your son.”

I gulped. “Yeah,” I said. I didn’t want to come out to Tyler, and certainly not like this. But being with Steve made me consider this for real.

He read my reaction clearly. “It’s OK, Mr. H, you don’t gotta do anything for me. You tell me where we’re going and I’ll follow the lead.”

“Dating’s not like that, Steve,” I objected. I about gave him a lecture about how relationships were about finding what both people wanted, but Steve stopped me. 

“I pushed the dad-son thing on you, right?”

“I enjoyed it,” I objected. “At least once I got past the guilt.”

Steve smiled. “Right. And it’s gonna be the same thing with the boyfriend stuff. I need someone to push me, but I know I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I gave it a thought. It was a crazy idea. “We’ll see…”

Steve’s hand felt up my arm beneath the shirt. Already he was kissing up the side of my neck. “And if the boyfriend thing doesn’t work, sir… I just hope I can keep fucking you… you’re so fucking hot…” It was a jokey tease, but I knew the young buck was serious.

I thought he had drained me good. I thought this was just the romantic makeout portion of the evening. But I was getting hard in Steve Fuller’s embrace, with his kisses. Rock hard. 

He guided me down to the couch and crawled on top of me, humping me, and feeling my hard dick against his. “Yeah, you want this too, sir, don’t ya?” he whispered into my neck.

I clung to his toned back, then ran my hands beneath his sweatshirt to feel the soft, warm bare skin. “Yeah, son, I do…” 

I knew then that I’d find a way to make this crazy idea work.

“Mmmmmmm mmm!” I plead with my kidnapper, but the gag is tied tightly over my mouth.

“Don’t bother pleading for help. No one can hear you out here. You probably don’t even need to be gagged but I prefer having your mouth covered. You look and sound much better that way.”

Im tied up and gagged on the floor of his hideout. Im wearing a tight white t shirt, very short tight black spandex shorts that go up high on my thighs and waist and show off my smooth legs. My wrists are tied up behind my back with rope and my legs are tied together around my ankles. Another rope is wrapped around my torso several times bind my arms to my sides. And I’ve been gagged with a white cloth tied over my mouth. The bad guy Nightstalker stands over me. I stretch my body out and struggle. I twist my hips around and try to flex my legs against the ropes. “Mmmmmm! Mmmff!””

“I’ve been wanting to get you in my clutches for a while. I saw your picture in the paper, looking so hot in your short tight spandex shorts. What incredible legs and body. And then when I discovered that you were secretly the boyfriend of my superhero nemesis Jet, I knew Id have to kidnap you and tied you up and gag you. If Jet comes to rescue you, hell be walking right into my trap.”

He laughs maniacally. I roll my head back and “Mmmmmmmff” desperately.

Let me tell you how I ended up tied up and gagged in the clutches of the bad guy. Im Peter Green. Im a young innocent reporter with the big newspaper. im new to the paper and they keep giving me silly assignments. The head of the paper thinks im just a pretty boy so he has me covering fashion and stuff like that. He told me I have a nice body and really nice legs and he had me do a video assignment where I tried on and reviewed different spandex shorts. It wasn’t so bad because I do really like wearing spandex shorts, they make me feel hot. But I want to do bigger stories. So I often do my own unauthorized investigations and sometimes I get myself into some trouble.

A few months ago I was doing a story on a smuggling operation. I found out where the main warehouse was and went to take pictures. I put on a special outfit that I always wear when I go undercover: tight white t shirt, very short tight black spandex shorts and white sneakers. I secretly feel really hot in this outfit, but it also helps me be nimble when IM sneaking around. I went out to the warehouse and started taking pictures. I was getting great evidence when suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with their hand. “Mmmmmmm!” I tried to break free, but he held me tightly up against his body and pressed his hand firmly over my mouth.

“What have we here? I nosy little snoop.”

“Mmmmmmm!” I plead.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. Come on.” He holds my wrists behind my back and keeps his hand over my mouth as he walks me over to the warehouse. “Hey boss, I captured this boy taking pictures.”

“Well done. I recognize you boy,” says the boss. “Your that young reporter.”

He comes up close to me. The other man holds me tightly upright and keeps his hand over my mouth. I breathe deeply and quickly through my nose and making vulnerable eyes at the boss. He looks me up and down. “Very nice. You picked a good outfit to wear to day. A good outfit to get kidnapped in.”

“What should we do with him?”

“Lets take him inside and tie him up and gag him. You’ll be coming with us my dear.”

“Mmmmmmm! mmmmmff!” He pulls me inside.

“get something to tie this boy up with.” Another man gets a white t shirt and rips it into a few long strips. They hold me upright still with my mouth covered and they tie my wrists behind my back. Then they tie my long smooth legs together at the ankles. I twist and struggle but they’ve got me tied tight. One of the men keeps holding me tight and keeps his hand over my mouth. Then they tie a white cloth about 2.5 inches wide over my mouth tightly. The guy keeps holding me upright. “You look pretty hot all tied up with that gag over your mouth,” says the boss. “Maybe if your reporter career doesn’t work out you can become a bondage model.” He laughs.

Then suddenly from above someone speaks. “Let him go.”

I look up. Its the superhero Jet! He jumps down and starts fighting the bad guys. He’s much better than them and easily knocks them out. The guy holding me pulls me over to the side. I try to call out but he keeps his hand firmly over my gagged mouth. The superhero knocks out all the other guys and starts to come for the guy who’s got me.

“Not another step or the boy gets hurt.”

Jet looks like he’s about to back down, but then he throws a secret ball that hits the bad guy in the head and knocks him out. He falls down and I stand there all tied up and gagged in front of Jet. He looks at me for a little. He’s really attractive. He’s older than me in his late thirties. He wears no mask, a grey spandex long sleeve shirt, a short black cape, short tight black spandex shorts and grey leather boots that go up just under his knees. He checks me out for a minute. I breathe deeply. My cheeks are all flush. I kind of like being on display for him all tied up and gagged. I feel really sexy like that and I can tell he likes looking at me. Im getting a rush and my dick starts to get hard in my spandex shorts. He comes over and unties my gag.

“Thanks for saving me.”

“Dont mention it. Ive been following you this week to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble. I had a feeling you might end up like this at some point.”

“Well good thing you did!”

He’s about to untie me but I stop him. “Wait. Before you untie me, Im embarrassed to say this but IM feeling a little turned on by this situation.”

“I can see that,” he says looking at my growing hard on.

“Maybe you could cover my mouth again just for a little.”

“I think I know what you want.” He goes behind me and covers my mouth with his hand. “Mmmmmmmmm!” I moan and shut my eyes and lean my haead back over his shoulder. I feel so hot all bound and with his hand over my mouth. My dick is rock hard in my spandex. He keeps one hand over my mouth and and holds my spandex covered dick with the other. He rubs it slowly, but Im so turned on Im already feeling I might cum. He holds me and rubs me for a few more minutes then I moan and cum. Its the hottest experience Ive ever had. After he unties me fully.

“Thanks again. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t rescued me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Maybe I can see you again?”

“I would like that. But I need to stay secret. If someone knew you were dating me they might try to kidnap you.”

“I understand.”

Then he kisses me. He gives me back my camera. “Heres your camera. You’ll need it to publish your big story.”

He leaves just as the police are arriving. Later the next day I publish the story. It includes a description of how I got tied up and gagged, but I leave out the part where Jet rubbed my dick while covering my mouth.

Over the next few weeks me and Jet develop a relationship where we help tip each other off to different criminal activities going on in the city. I never know when he’s going to show up, but when he does, we exchange info. I tell him that I can’t stop think about him ever since he rescued me. He says he thinks about me too. He kisses me and says,” You’re my boyfriend now. I’ll make sure to protect you. But we need to be secretive. Someone may decide to kidnap you if they know we’re together.”

What he didn’t realize is that we were being watched by one of nightstalkers henchmen! He was following Jet. He gets on a radio and talks to Nightstalker. “Hey boss. I found out who Jet is dating. It’s that hot boy reporter from the newspaper. The one who Jet saved from being kidnapped the other week.”

“Ah yes,” said Nightstalker. “I had a feeling it was him. He’s such a pretty young reporter.”

“Should I grab him?”

“Not yet. I have abetter plan for how I can capture that boy. And once I have him in my clutches, we’ll be able to set a trap for the handsome Jet.”

The next day my boss tells me he has an interesting assignment for me. “Theres a photographer who read about your little ordeal. He wants to do a full photo spread on you for his magazine. You’re attracting a lot of attention since you almost got kidnapped.” I blush. I’ve never done any modeling before, but it sounds kind of exciting. I’m told to meet at the photographers studio. And he wants me to wear a similar outfit to what I wore when I was kidnapped. I put on a tight yellow t shirt and my shortest tightest black spandex shorts. The shorts are high waisted with a little Nike logo on the side. They go up super high on my smooth long thighs. I also wear white tennis shoes and yellow tube socks that go up just under my knees. I look really hot. I head out to the photographers studio. The photographer comes to the door and checks out my body before letting me in. “You look even better in person. Very nice legs. I like your choice of outfit.” He told me that a lot of his readers wanted to see some hot photos of me in my spandex shorts. I blush, but its very exciting. He has me stand against a backdrop with some bright lights on me. im so nervous. he starts taking me picture. “Let’s see you show off those nice legs.” I pose for him with my hand on my hip touching the top of my thigh. I try to look really sexy and vulnerable. “Wow, you’re a natural. You have such a good body, you should quite reporting and just do this.” I turn around a little so he can get a view of my ass. I feel so sexy getting my photo taken in my short tight spandex shorts. After a while he says to me, “Id like to do something a little different.t What if we recreated your kidnapping ordeal? I think my readers would like to see that.”

“What to you mean?”

“Id like to take some picture of you tied up and gagged. Just fun kinky pictures. So many readers have told me that they get turned on by your story of you getting captured and they wish they could see you like that. What do you say?”

It’s defiantly exciting to me. But something doesn’t feel right. im all alone and I don’t know much about this guy.

“Maybe another time. I should be going now.”

But then two guys come out and corner me up against the photo backdrop. The photographer starts laughing. I knew something was up. And I thought I regnozied him. It’s Nightstalker, Jets evil arch nemesis! He’s got me trapped.

“You’ve walked right into my trap, my pretty young thing. I thought I might be able to talk you into getting tied up and gagged, but I guess your smarter than you look.”

“Nightstalker!”

“When I found ut you’re Jets boyfriend, I knew I would have to capture you. Now hopefully Jet will come to your rescue and I’ll be able to catch him as well.”

“Are you kidnapping me?”

“Precisely.” He nods to one of his henchmen. The man come behind me and grabs hold of both of my arms. He holds me tightly up against his body.

“What are you going to do to me? Are you going to tie me up and cover my mouth?”

“Of course. This is a kidnapping. Put your hand over his mouth. Can’t have him calling out for help.” The man holding me clamps his hand over my mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” I instinctively moan. He presses his hand firmly over my mouth and pulls my head slightly over his shoulder. he holds my hands tightly behind my back. “Mmmmmm mmmm!” Nightstlaker comes up close to me.

“Yes boy, struggle. Your my captive now.” He nods to his other man. “Tie him up.”

He takes out some white rope and ties me up. He ties my wrists behind my back while the other man keeps his hand over my mouth. Then he ties my smooth legs together around my ankles.

“Perfect,” says NIghtstlaker. “now, time to make a little video for your boyfriend.”

They get the video camera and film me. The man holds me upright, all tied up, and he keeps his hand over my mouth. NIghtstlaker talks to the camera.

“Hell Jet. As you can see, we’ve kidnapped your little boyfriend. We’ve got him all tied up in his sexy spandex shorts. I can’t blame you for liking him, he’s quite a hot young reporter. A bit too curious for disown good though. Whats that boy?”

“Mmmmmm! mmmmmm!” I plead desperately to the camera.

“My henchman had to cover his mouth. He is quite talkative. He sounds much better with a hand over his mouth. If you ever want to see him again, you’ll have to come find him. He’ll be tied up and gagged and waiting for you.”

They turn the video off. “Lets get him to the plane.”

The man lifts me up a little a carries me out back where theres a futuristic plane. He keeps his hand over my mouth. They bring me on the plane. He takes his hand off my mouth for a minute. “You won’t get away with this. Jet will—-MMmmmmmmff!” He ties a long green cloth over my mouth. It’s about 2.5 inches wide and goes from just under my nose to the tip of my chin. “Mmmmmm mmmmmff!” He ties the cloth tightly over my mouth. I shut my eyes and roll my head back as he ties it behind my head. “Mmmmm!”

“That s better. I like my captive boy to be gagged. You look and sound much better. Get comfortable. We’re going for a ride.”

They sit me down on the floor up against the wall. A stretch my bound legs out in front of me with my knees bent. They take off. I struggle for a little, but then give up and submit to being kidnapped. What will happen to me next???

The ship flies for several hours. They keep me tied up and gagged the whole time. Im still wearing my sexy outfit. Tight yellow t shirt, short tight black spandex shorts with the nike logo on the hip, white tennis shoes and yellow tube socks that go up just under my knees. They’ve got me tied up with rope. my hands are tied behind my back and my legs are tied together at the ankles. Theres a clean green cloth tied over my mouth. Ive stopped struggling, knowing theres no way for me to escape. SO I’ve submitted to being kidnapped, tied up and gagged. I sit on the floor against the wall with my back really straight and erect. I have my long smooth legs out in front of me with my knees bent a little. I watch my kidnappers with wide vulnerable eyes. As much as I know I need to escape, im getting secretly excited by this situation. Ive always had secret fantasies about being kidnapped just like this. I used to tie myself up and gag myself, always wearing some short tight spandex shorts like im wearing now. I would imagine being a boy detective and getting captured by the bad guys, grabbed and gagged and tied up. Maybe I decided to get a job as an investigative reporter so I could get captured at some point. Every time I would put on my sexy spandex shorts and a tight t shirt, I would secretly hope that a man would like the looks of my long smooth legs and decide to kidnap me. Now its happening for real just like in my fantasies and Im starting to get turned on. I can’t help but move my hips a little sensually and press my growing hard on into my tight spandex shorts. It feels so good to be tied up and gagged…

The ship finally lands. The henchman pick me up. One of them holds me from behind. he takes my gag off but quickly covers my mouth with his hand again. “Mmmmm!” The other unties just my legs and they walk me into the bad guys hideout. I try to brace my legs and break free from them, but the man holding me pulls me in tightly into his body. He holds his hand over my mouth tightly and pulls my head back slightly over his shoulder. “mmmmmm mmmm!” The lead me inside. Nightstalker is waiting for me. The henchman holds me upright in front of him with one of his arms wrapped around my body and his other hand still covering my mouth. I look at NIghtstalker with wide vulnerable eyes. “Mmmm mmmmm!” I plead. “Im afraid I can’t hear you with his hand over your mouth. But I prefer you that way. You look much better tied up and gagged. Perhaps if your reporting career doesn’t work out you could become a bondage model.” “Mmmmm mmmm!” Nightstalker tells his henchman to take his hand off my mouth.

“You won’t get away with this. Jet will rescue me.”

“I hope he tries. We’ll be waiting to kidnap him as well. I’ve left him some complicated clues to help him find my hideout. but when he finds you he’ll be walking right into my trap.”

“Jet will outsmart you. You’ll see.”

“You weren’t able to outsmart me and you seem quite smart. You were easy to kidnap.”

“What are you going to do with me now? I suppose you’ll be keeping me tied up and gagged.”

“Of course.” He nods to his henchman. He puts his hand over my mouth again and holds me tight. “Mmmmmmmff!” These guys really like covering my mouth. It’s starting to turn me on again.

“Tie him up over here.” They bring me to a pole. They untie my wrists and tie them up behind my back behind the pole. Then they tie more rope around my torso securing me to the pole. Then they tie my long smooth legs together at the ankles. I stretch my legs out long with my knees bent. Finally Nightstalker takes a roll of red duct tape. He cuts off a seven inch piece. He leans over me. “Now time to gag you again boy.” I know I can’t resist him, so I submit to the gag. I press my lips together and stick my face out. He presses the tape over my mouth and smooths it down a few times with his hand. “Mmmmmmmm mmmm!”

“Wow, you look very hot now. All tied up with your mouth taped. Your body looks so good all tied up, especially those long legs of yours. You did pick the perfect outfit to get kidnapped in.”

“mmmmmm!”

They get out the video camera and film me again. I struggle for the camera and plead. “Mmmm mmmm!”

“As yo can see we have your boyfriend all tied up and gagged at my hideout. If you want to rescue him you’ll have to find us. Don’t worry, we’ll keep him safe. He does look so sexy bound and gagged like this.”

“Mmmmmff mmmmmm!”

The journey of “a thousand” crushes…

Shoot, he thought as he shot. He had made a New Year’s resolution to stop pining over his apparently straight coursemates, but then again, he made that particular one every year.

And it didn’t help that he was attracted to more than one guy at a time. Fucking hell!

Normally, he didn’t look at any reflective surface after jerking off, jerking off being wrong by Christian standards and whatnot, but his phone had just blanked out in his line of sight and he saw his reflection. What are you doing? he thought to himself. He put his phone in his left pocket and cleaned up, feeling remorseful, but feeling even worse because he knew he’d do it again. He always did.

He started to pull his pants up when he spaced out. He wasn’t quite sure if he “subconsciously deliberately” did it–the whole spacing out stuff, but it had become a thing–his thing.

He was drawn back to reality when someone banged the door of the stall he was in.

“I know you’re in there,” his annoying friend, Ann, shouted. 

“Well done, Einstein,” he retorted. “What a groundbreaking discovery!”

As he later learnt, turned out she saw him leave the cafeteria after bumping into Calvin. Yep. One of his crushes at the time.

Now, he didn’t go jerking off just after bumping into any of his crushes, but Calvin’s scent went straight to his head. Well, both his heads, pun intended. He had to rush out to sort his hard-on. And by sort, he intended to just “arrange” it. Turns out he did more than that.

Plus, he was a very hormonal teenager. So, don’t judge him.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he told her, in feigned annoyance. 

She wanted to speak when he intercepted.

“Oh, I forgot. Rules don’t apply to you.”

As he headed towards the sink, he didn’t need to look at the mirror in front of him to know she was behind him, grinning. And honestly, he didn’t want to look. But he did. And he smiled.

He was waiting for her ambush as they walked out of the men’s convenience together. It never came. At least, not yet.

“Annelise,” the janitor playfully disapproved, as he made his way in.

“Who? Where?” she looked above and around, looking for no one in particular. Then, her eyes rested on him and she smiled. “Sorry, sir.”

“James. You do have a thing for not listening,” he said.

“Sorry, James,” she smiled sheepishly this time.

“It’s fine,” he replied, brushing it off. “Off you both go.”

“Yes, sir–James,” they both laughed at their synchronisation, as they left.

He was still waiting.

“So–”

Here it is.

“–what–”

“Jerk off,” he cut her off. He was impatient. She seemed to be dragging the words too long.

“Yup. Just wanted to confirm,” she grinned the type of grin he’d always wanted to slap off her face. 

That was surprisingly less ambush-y, though. Thank God.

By the time they went back to the cafeteria, he looked around for Calvin. Phew, he’s gone. He promised myself to be less hormonal. He’d later see how that plan went.

He saw Calvin’s friend, Lucas, though. Everyone called him Luc, so that explains why he seemed shocked when he shouted, “Lucas.”

As Lucas gave him a quizzical look, he noticed his green eyes. His pink lips. His well-detailed jawline and cheekbones. He brushed it off seconds later. He wasn’t looking for a new crush.

Crap. Why exactly did I call out to him? He had nothing to say in particular when he started.

“I–”

Luckily, he was saved by the literal bell.

Lucas just stood up and left, giving him a brief plastic smile.

He looked back to where he left Annelise. She was gone.

Best fucking friend of the year.

The Videotape Doesn’t Lie

As the crowd buzzed in anticipation of round three, the AsianMuscleGod tended to an unsteady Danny Masters in his corner.  The Amateur Bodybuilder had been thoroughly beat up by the formerly submissive Gavras.  Master Han was no where to be seen, having been helped up the ramp way to the locker room.  AMG offered words of encouragement to Danny.  He just needed to return to his round one form and then he’d be the TSWF Champ, dethroning OrangeMuscle.

Across the ring, Gavras and Coach Stan watched and smirked.  OrangeMuscle adjusted his semi-hard 9.5” cut cock in his Speedo.  Soon he would be ramming his pipe into Masters’ hole.  He would humiliate the Showboat Bodybuilder before the Hell’s Kitchen Arena fans.

Chants of “TINO!  TINO!  TINO!” broke out during the intermission but were interrupted as ring announcer Vern Wonder stepped into the ring and said “Gents!  May I have your attention?  I give you the one and only Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter, the silver-haired, blue-eyed Daddy…Dandy Dawson!!!”  A spotlight shone at the top of the ramp way where Dawson stood in his silver Speedo.  At 55, Dandy was 6”1” and weighed 185 pounds with a leanly muscled smooth body.  He had a perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock.  As the crowd murmured, Dawson strode down the ramp and up the metal steps of the ring.  He took the microphone from Vern Wonder, paused for effect and then said “Hot Guys of Hell’s Kitchen, please watch the TV monitors above the ring!”

As the crowd buzzed, the monitors came to life.  The cameras focused on two men, Coach Stan and Costa Gavras, in the home team’s locker room in the Hell’s Kitchen Arena.  Gavras was speaking “Gonna fucking make them pay—the lot of them.”  “That’s the attitude!” exclaimed Coach Stan, “Tonight you’ll defend your brother’s title, and no one will be the wiser.”  “Gonna make them pay,” Costa said again, “That two bit promoter Dawson and his Brazilian Beast Brutus.  No one turns my bro into a broken beta bitch and survives my wrath.”  Stan smiled broadly but said with a note of caution “But Costa, first things first.  You need to destroy this Amateur Bodybuilder first.”  “Yeah,” the twin brother said with a dismissive tone, “Not worried about him.  That’s for sure.”  “Okay, but remember what we agreed.  You gotta make everyone think it’s broken, submissive Tino in the ring first.  After you lull everyone in, it will be time for payback.”  The monitors went black.

“IMPOSTER!” shouted Dandy Dawson as the fans in the arena took in what they had just seen and heard.  While the video was played, Stan had positioned himself directly behind Costa Gavras.  As Dawson made his accusation, Stan suddenly sent a powerful kick up between Costa’s legs right into his balls.  THUD!  “Aaaagggghhhhh!” cried out the Muscled Imposter as he fell to his knees holding his wounded nuts.  Coach Stan immediately raised his two arms and SLAMMED a DOUBLE AXE-HANDLE down on Costa’s back BAM! flattening him onto his chest.  Before Costa could recover, Stan jumped onto his back, yanked his head up by his black hair and pressed a rag against his nose and mouth.  Costa tried to shake his head but the chloroform worked quickly, and his body went limp. 

“Way to go, Coach Stan!” said Dandy Dawson, “And thanks for sending Brutus that video clip!”  “No problem, Boss!” replied Stan.  As the Coach stood up, he grabbed the back of Costa’s orange Speedo and peeled it down the back of his legs, exposing his olive-skinned butt cheeks.  The crowd was now chanting “IMPOSTER!  IMPOSTER!  IMPOSTER!”  Stan flashed a grin then leaned down and wrapped his arms around Costa’s waist, lifted his body off the mat and walked the Tino’s brother to a neutral corner where he hooked his orange boots over the top ropes on each side of the post.  As Stan let go of the sleeping twin brother, Costa’s head fell down to the mat in a TREE OF WOE.  His arms fell over his head exposing his smooth armpits.  The Coach brought out leather straps and quickly tied Costa’s calves to the top ropes.  The crowd went wild as the Imposter’s thick 9.5” cut cock dangled downward.  Leaning down, Coach Stan stuffed the sweaty orange Speedo into Costa’s mouth.  Dandy smiled “He’s nothing but a helpless Bitch now!”

Dawson gave Stan a bro hug then spoke again into the mic, “OH, THERE WILL BE PAYBACK!  I GUARANTEE IT!  But first, let me introduce the real Champ to you…the real Tino Gavras!”  The spotlight swung back to the top of the ramp way.  The curtains parted.  And there he was:  Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle aka the Greek Heel.  He was naked.  He faced the crowd wearing his metal cock cage.  His large smooth balls were flattened on the sides of his caged shaft. 

Two massive hairy arms threaded through his armpits and held OrangeMuscle firmly in a Full Nelson.  His body was lifted off the ground.  His bare feet dangled in the air.  Slowly, his attacker turned both men’s bodies sideways and the crowd collectively gasped.  Gavras’s hole was impaled on a massively thick cock.  It was Brutus the Beast’s 12” monster.  The Hairy Beast stood 6’7” and weighed 280 pounds.  He had a 55” chest and 24” biceps.  His upper and lower torso and armpits were covered in black hair.  “Fuck the Orange Bitch!” ordered Dandy Dawson to the crowd’s delight. 

Brutus grinned and thrust into Tino’s hole over and over again, BULLY-FUCKING the Champ mercilessly.  “NNGH!  NNGH!  NNGH!” Gavras grunted with each thrust.  The crowd soon joined in the fun by chanting “RAM THE BITCH!  RAM THE BITCH!”  Brutus plowed into Gavras repeatedly, slapping OrangeMuscle’s ass cheeks each time.  He finally shouted “FUCK YEAH!” and hammered into Tino one more time.  He held his thick cock all the way in.  His hairy body spasmed “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” as his hot load exploded deep into Gavras’s chute.  Once he stopped shuddering, Brutus let go of his Full Nelson and Tino crumpled onto his chest at the top of the ramp way.  The TV monitors came back to life and a cameraman zoomed in on Gavras’s ass cheeks.  His legs were partly spread and Brutus’s load dripped from his furry hole.

Dawson intoned into his mic “I give you, your Chump!  Nothing but a well-fucked, submissive Jobber!  Time to defend your title, Tino!”  The fans booed and jeered as the Champ in name only struggled to his feet and began to stumble down the ramp way towards the ring…falling, every few steps, to one knee.  The Hairy Beast followed the OrangeMuscle…his semi-hard 12” uncut cock bounced and dripped cum.  Some fans threw cups of beer at Tino’s muscled body.  He finally reached the ring and haltingly made his way up the metal steps and into the ring.  Brutus stopped at the steps and leaned against the apron, letting the fans take photos of his monster cock.

Danny Masters and the AsianMuscleGod had watched the whole spectacle with amazement and growing excitement.  Danny was going to avenge the assault by Costa Gavras and take away Tino’s title.  Nothing would stop him…now that Costa’s and Tino’s charade had been revealed.

Dandy Dawson returned the mic to Vern Wonder and exited the ring.  Stan followed and resumed his position on the apron.  As he left, the TSWF promoter snarled to the referee “Ring the fucking bell!”

DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)

It had been a long and exhausting day to say the least. We had taken off at the resort at 9 am. To be comfortable during the flight, I had put on a white tank top (also to show off my chest and arms a little), some black Adidas joggers fitting loosely around my legs, grey Adidas ancle socks and black Nike running shoes. As always on the Maldives, the constant 30 degrees made me sweat – a lot. Especially in the water plane where there’s no air conditioning, I just felt the water running down my chest, back and legs soaking my joggers and socks with musky sweat. Wearing no underwear gave me a little relief around my balls. I didn’t really care that people could see my python jumping from side to side.

The transit flight to Malé already took an hour and a half and having landed, it took me another hour to get through security and to the gate. Fortunately, I was early enough to have myself and my Adidas gym bag sprawled over 2 seats with my feet resting on my bag. I used the time to check through some apps and read through the pathetic texts I had received from my regular bitch boys who (a) wanted to get a session with me once I was back, (2) offered to pay for my trip, and/or (c) craved for photos from the beach (with me on them ofc…). Suddenly, I got called out from the information counter at the gate. What the fuck? I approached the young girl who was apparently a little overwhelmed by my appearance as she just stood there mouth open. When she recovered her ability to speak, I was surprised to hear that I got a last-minute upgrade to business class for my 10-hours flight back to Germany. They gave me a new ticket and I took a seat in the way-more-comfortable business area chairs. The day just got waaaay better. However, I wondered about the reason of this sudden windfall.

I boarded the plane as one of the first passengers and after a couple of minutes, the seat to my left got occupied by a white man in his 40s wearing business shirt, trousers and shoes. He was a little to the chubby side, oily hair, pale skin; usually someone I wouldn’t offer a second glance. But when he put his hand luggage into the overhead storage, his trousers’ fabric stretched over his scrotum area and… Did I just see what I think I saw?

He took his seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him measuring me from top to bottom. He was practically taking in every detail of my body. When I looked at him, he quickly turned his gaze downwards not able to meet my eyes.

“Hey, what are you up to, pal?” I initiated the conversation.

“Oh, hi! Me? I am just coming back from checking a resort a couple of minutes away from Malé. I am the head ward of the resort and have to check in from time to time to see whether tourists are happy and everything is going as planned. Name’s Jeff” he babbled. While he spoke, he tried to lift his eyes from time to time to meet my gaze, but failed miserably.

“OK, so that tells me what you are doing for a living and how you can afford business class, Jeff. But I was rather referring to that…” and with the last word I bolted forward and my right hand gripped into his scrotum and got hold of his chastity cage. By the feeling of it, it must have been a size M at least or even L. His face resembled utter shock and horror. Fortunately – for him – there were no stewardesses around and the seats on the window aisles were not yet occupied.

“Ehh… ohh… this… can…” he stuttered with terrified eyes trying to get hold of the situation. He didn’t try to take my hand away though which told me a lot.

“Shut the fuck up when I am speaking, beta faggot. I assume I owe this little upgrade to your generosity which is the only reason why I forgive you your impoliteness you showed so far. Look at that…” and with a swift motion of my left hand, I pulled my jogger a little downwards to give him a good sight of my 8-inch, veiny, uncut elite dick. “This is what a man’s dick should look like. Free and strong to breed faggot cunts like yours. Or to be worshipped by this useless opening in your face called mouth which – so far – you have used to annoy me with every single fucking word. Has your master not taught you to address alphas like me with respect? And especially NOT TO FUCKING EYE ME UP AND DOWN LIKE A COW AT THE KANSAS RODEO SHOW?” with the last words I applied a well-measured amount of pressure to his balls, enough to hurt, too little to inflict serious wounds. He squeaked almost silently. As I heard people coming down the aisle, I let go of him, put my manhood back and took my seat again.

He whispered, now looking only to his feet “I am sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way, Sir. I am just not used to getting real life contact to an alpha god like you, Sir. I just saw you in the airport’s waiting area and got a glimpse of the apps you were using, Sir. I am sorry for spying, but in one of the photos, I could make out a chastity device, so I quickly figured what you are and what you do, Sir. I always tried to start using these kind of apps, but I am too shy, too timid, so I never initiated chats with masters like you, Sir. I have no keyholder so far either, Sir. This device I am wearing is called ‘cellmate’ and I was testing it because it can be controlled remotely via an app from everywhere in the world, Sir. And as I am a frequent traveler, I needed to make sure it can get through security once I might find the courage to contact someone online to become my figurative keyholder, Sir. Please… when I saw you today, I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get close to someone as breathtaking, intimidating and dominant as you, so I arranged the upgrade, Sir. Forgive me my rudeness and incapableness; I am your willing and obedient servant, Sir.”

When he had finished his monologue, we were interrupted by an approaching stewardess who offered us some orange juice or champagne. A plan came to my mind. I told her to give me the champagne and orange juice for Jeff. She looked a little puzzled, but when the fag boy didn’t object, she put a glass of orange juice in front of him and the champagne in front of me. I took a few seconds to collect some saliva and spit a good chunk into his orange juice. Then, I put my finger into my all-sweaty, stinky armpit, let it rest for a couple of seconds to accumulate some of the day’s vicious manly smell and used it to stir the juice-spit drink a little.

“Listen up, you little cock slut. First, don’t put that ‘Sir’ at the end of every fucking sentence. It sounds like you are a degenerate. Make it sound natural. Second, thanks to your little upgrade effort, I am willing to give you a chance today and show you what real servitude to a godly master like me implies. In order to show me your willingness to take that journey, I want you to drink that juice, enjoy it for a solid minute in your mouth, swallow it and thank me for creating such a unique drink for you pathetic, worthless loser. Thirdly, I quite enjoy the extra leg room on my side. However, I don’t want to put my stinky, rank, toxic socks on my own pillow. So, I will just use your leg room for the moment.” And by that I got rid of my shoes, planted my damp, dirty, grey Adidas socks on his pillow without further discussions.

He took the drink to his lips, poured it into his mouth and swirled it around like it was a good wine. After swallowing it, he said

“Thank you, Sir, for this delicious aperitif on my journey with my new master and alpha god whom I obey and deify. Take this as my promise to never disappoint you again and put my needs far behind yours just as your life is so much more worthy than mine could ever be.”

“Precisely so. Good boy, and now shut the fuck up, don’t look at me and make sure that we both get Wi-Fi on that plane so that we can arrange this “cellmate” to work properly. You will not need your dicklet for quite a long time I suppose.” With that, I put on my headphones, started the movie and forgot the worthless faggot.

Let’s say, almost forgot him. When the stewardess came around to ask for drinks and offered us the dinner menu, I scanned the offered meals and told her we’d get the filet mignon twice, a red wine for me and water for him. And that for all upcoming times, she’d ask again, it would always be water for him.

“Sorry, Sir, but I don’t eat meat at all” Jeff tried to negotiate.

“As I would fucking care. You won’t eat it anyway. You can have both of our salads maybe. I mean don’t you think you’re fat enough already?” I said with a grin.

“Yeah, you might be right” he whispered.

“Say it again for us, will you?” I pushed a little to find his boundaries.

“You are right and I am wrong. I am fat enough so I don’t need a real meal” he agreed looking approvingly at me, then at her. I have to admit he made me laugh in that moment. The stewardess on the other side looked a little shocked.

“No worries, we are working on his physique and one of his first training plan steps is for him to accept the problem, ok?” I offered as explanation and apparently it was enough for her so she went on with the next customer.

“How fucking hard are you right now, faggot?” I whispered into Jeff’s ear.

“So hard that I am wondering why the cage is not bursting, Sir” he shily admitted blushing a little.

“OK, good, you little sub-human. Just remember that you have no say in anything when I am around. You don’t offer advice, you don’t negotiate, you don’t complain. You receive what I give you, you do what I want you to do and speak when asked. No more no less. Everything else implies punishment. By the way, do we have Wi-Fi, finally?”

“Yes, Sir, I have arranged it with my credit card. Do you want me to start the synchronization between the device and your phone?”

“Let’s go! But I want to see every step your fucking faggot hands perform on my phone.”

And by that, Jeff started to install the cellmate app, typed in the unique ID code of his device and labeled me as the keyholder. I took his phone and made sure that he really had no option to get rid of the cage without my permission and I have to admit, it worked perfectly fine. He could only monitor some statistical data and had an entry for me as his new keyholder, but could not actually control the device. My app on the other hand showed everything including the possibility to unlock the ‘cellmate’.

“What’s that?” I pressed a button and the faggot next to me flinched as if I’d hit his balls with my fist.

“The shock mode, Sir. It’s for conditioning” Jeff informed.

“Oooohhh! That’s funny” I pressed the button again, just for testing purposes and he flinched again.

“OK, nice! But you’re not the only one with some nice software, hand me over your phone right now, fagboy.”

He reluctantly handed me his phone, I connected them and let my phone install a unique spy-control-malware. It had been designed and programmed by one of my rather IT-savvy slaves who was a lot into submission, control, and surveillance. I had used it on multiple occasions already, especially where a long-distance ownership was likely. On the positive side, this app is really far-reaching with screen control, location monitoring, access to apps, photos, videos, contacts and even passwords. It can’t get around the bank account passwords directly, but it records the keyboard usage, hence indirectly, you can get everything you want. Only downside, you have to install it from phone to phone and it takes time. But usually my fag slaves are either to tied up with other things (pun intended) or they don’t mind waiting.

“What are you doing, Sir?” Jeff asked. I looked him into the eyes and just pressed the shock button. He flinched and I asked whether I had heard anything.

“No, sorry, nothing, Sir!” and another electric jolt followed. This time, he shut up and looked at his shoes.

“Although you don’t deserve an answer right now, I want you to know to be careful about your media usage going forward” I informed. With those words, the installation was complete and I gave my new slave boy his phone back.

“Ah, and by the way your new password is ‘I am a pathetic slave to Master Aleks’, ‘Aleks’ with ‘ks’ and no spaces for that matter. We don’t want it to be unnecessarily long, right?”

“Sure, thank you, Sir! I will practice it” and with that he typed the password, unlocking his phone, just to lock it back again and type the password anew. I couldn’t suppress a grin. How fucking hilarious and obedient can fagboys behave?

So while I went back to watching my movie, almost lying on two seats, this worthless littler fucker just sat there upright locking and unlocking his phone like a teenager with his first smartphone.

When the food arrived, I had to piss really hard. But the movie was at its crucial scene and I didn’t want to pause and get up. I looked around and the stewardess was just asking Jeff if he needed another water as his was empty. I took off one of my headphones, told her he didn’t and grabbed his cup. She just went to the next passenger, apparently already accustomed to me talking for him, and I put on the headphones again. Jeff looked at me puzzled and didn’t realize where his cup had gone. But trained as he already was, he didn’t commit the mistake of asking.

When the cup re-appeared on his table from below the night blanket which covered my lower body, this time full with a light yellowish, still warm liquid, he blushed as if someone had caught him naked in the aisle.

“I figured water-only might not be the business class treatment you were looking for. Here you got some more of the alpha juice you were so eager for earlier, Jeffi boy. It will accompany your salads perfectly. Speaking of which…” and with that the stewardess planted his food tray on his table, doubtfully looking at Jeff’s now-full-again cup.

He wanted to grab his cutlery and get started. An electric jolt let him drop his knife and fork in an instant.

“You eat when I am done and you eat what’s left, dog. You are free to raise your appetite with some liquids of course” pointing to my piss in his cup. I deeply enjoyed the two filets, the fresh bread rolls and some of the dessert. Those things that didn’t find my taste, I threw on the fag’s tray, some only with bite marks. But some smaller, half-chewed pieces, I outright spit on his plate.

“OK, I’m done. Eat up. I want the trays to look splendid, trash can.”

Jeff looked at what was in front of him: two almost untouched salads (I added some spit), some now-undefinable side vegetables, half of a bread slice and a blackish mass which was supposed to be a chocolate cake dessert. He happily started eating one by one enjoying every piece as if it was 5-star cuisine. Seeing this beta faggot relish the spit-contaminated leftovers and knowing about the power I had over him now made my cock stir.

I took off my headphones, reached out and while he looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire, I pinched his right nipple with my thumb and index finger and turned it a little. While his white business shirt wrinkled around my assault, I commanded

“Tell me how much of a pig you are, right now!”

It did take him a second to swallow and realize my request, but he started almost on auto-pilot:

“I am a disgusting, fat, trash-savoring slave with an excuse of a dick, Sir. Fortunately, I found you, an alpha god who possesses the power to give my life the absent equivalent of purpose. This purpose is to obey your orders and fulfill your desires in the best way imaginable. My own life and existence are just as subordinated to yours as a pig is subordinated to its farmer. You exercise both absolute physical as well as mental control over me. And the worst of all: My locked-away slave cunt is rock hard and leaking precum like an old man who can’t hold his piss anymore while I am pronouncing these words to you, Master Aleks.”

“Get up and go to the toilet. Don’t lock the door. I will follow in a couple of minutes”.

He followed my orders and was gone. I waited for another two minutes, then I went for the same toilet, got in and locked the door behind me. Fortunately, in business class toilets actually can accommodate two people at the same time comfortably.

I ordered him to kneel down and he was on his knees in a split second.

“See that man dick right there in my joggers? It’s still only-half way where it should be. Do me a favor and find the missing inch.”

He wanted to pull the trousers down, but I shook off his hands and slapped him into his face, hard. He winced. Small tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Did I say anything about undressing me, you fucking loser fag?”

“No, Sir, I am sorry!” came the swift reply.

“Get to work with your useless pig mouth through the fabric then and don’t make me repeat. Else the bruises will be visible for days” and with that he started to work on my dick with his tongue and teeth through the fabric. I could smell my crotch even standing straight, a mixture of piss which hadn’t found its way into Jeff’s cup, precum and a some days’ sweat.

“Tell me, how do you find your new place in life, fag?” I looked down at him.

“I love it, Sir. It is precisely where I belong. The smell of your manhood is intoxicating” with that he breathed in audibly “also, your crotch tastes even sweeter than the delicious chocolate cake you allowed me to have earlier. The tip of my tongue is overwhelmed by your unique flavor, I just can’t get enough of it and I dream of being that Adidas jogger on your legs to get filled with your alpha fluids. I am indefinitely happy that you put me in my place below you or any other real man. I am only a slave to real gods like you and I should not be allowed to touch my own little boy clit before pleasuring all other real men in the room. And even after my cock sucking duties, it is not up to me to make that decision, it is up to a real man, a master like you. And although it is not appropriate for me to ask questions: Please may I pleasure you on the next level, Master Aleks?”

“I’m gonna rip your throat open now, fag boy” and with that I pulled out my now rock-hard 8-inch manhood and Jeff opened up eagerly, not knowing what he was up to. I took hold of his hand and buried my dick deep into his mouth already going 90% with the first thrust. He gasped for air, I pulled out shortly, but only for a split second and went back in, and he almost threw up. I let it rest for a good five seconds with the fag’s nose covered in my pubes. I felt him trying to push me away, but I got the leverage and kept his head in place.

“Don’t fight back, the more you fight, the more I will make you suffer” I told him.

He immediately reduced his resistance breathing heavily, saliva running down the corners of his mouth and tears from his red eyes. He looked up at me and I grinned down devilishly, pulling out a little. He grasped for air deeply and tried not to vomit.

“If you puke here, I’m gonna make you eat the shit from the toilet floor, loser”

I went in again, getting hold of his ears and started face fucking him in a more rapid pace now. I could hear him work to catch some small breaths in-between my assaults. I felt the climax getting closer and commanded

“Get ready, man cunt, and don’t you dare wasting a single drop of my precious, sweet cream. You will keep all of it and swallow only when advised to do so.”

I increased the tempo even a little more and now I could hear him struggling to catch even single sniffs. The veins on my shaft were now clearly visible and it was covered in Jeff’s spit. My manhood was rock hard and with one final thrust I came into his mouth. One time, two times, three times. It had accumulated throughout the day and it was a lot to take for my newly born faggot. In his attempt not to swallow before having permission, it ran down his chin and some of my cum even found its way through his nostrils. It made him cough and his breaths came only in short intervals.

I took out my phone and started the camera app to record a video.

“Get your Master’s cock clean, fag boy” and Jeff started to lick the remaining cum from my cock still covered in my white man cream. He had trouble not to lose any of it in the process. When he was done, I ordered him to open up wide and zoomed into his cum stained mouth.

“Now swallow, Jeff” I commanded. And he swallowed my sperm, licked around his lips and chin to get the remaining cum on his face, used his fingers to get the cream around his nose and made smacking sounds in the process.

“How did you like your first of many face fucks, little cock sucker? Do you have anything to say for the camera?”

He blushed a little – or maybe he was just still red from his first fuck? – and answered

“Being face fucked by your gorgeous man dick is such an honor. It allowed me to see a real man’s dick close up for the first time in my life as mine is just a joke of a boy’s pipi. Your alpha sperm tastes better than anything I have ever eaten in my entire life. Sir, if you decided it would be my only food from now on, I couldn’t be happier as it is sweater than any cake and more savory than any piece of meat I’ve ever eaten. Please let me be your cum- and piss-drinking, leftovers-eating, feet sniffing pig slave for the rest of my pathetic life, Master Aleks” and with that I ended the recording.

“You do realize that there is no way back now, right? I got your life in my hands” I asked.

“I don’t need a way back because this feels so much more like the correct path than any other I’ve been on so far, Sir.”

“OK, good boy. Your mind and soul, your very existence are mine now. Never forget that. Clean yourself and follow me in two minutes.”

I slightly patted his cheek, unlocked the door and left the bathroom.

Who would have thought that I’d end this day with a new fag to use and abuse?

Loose holes

I’m a 25 year old top named Marc, I was raised by a spindle dad, my mom left us when I was 4, and I never heard from her ever. Me and my dad have always been open with each other, I came out to him when I was young, and since then he met all my boyfriends. My dad is a really tall, muscular construction worker, when he’s not in his work clothes, he’s in his loose boxers on the couch. More than once I had seen his cock spill out of it, even tho I was a top, I don’t have a big cock, but my dad is huge. 

I’m a masculine guy, I’m tall and have muscles. I always gravitated to skinny young looking guys, and they liked me because I was a football player jock. I fucked a lot of guys, I started when I was young. And after being with him for a while, I introduced him to my dad, and came out. After a while the sex part of our relationship wasn’t working, no matter what we did, he just felt loose. We were always together or he was at my place, it was sort of a safe place for all my exes, because my dad wasn’t judgmental. So I didn’t even suspect him cheating. But after a while I couldn’t keep faking it, he felt loose and worn out, so I broken up with him. 

What was weird, this kept happening. I found a boy, rail him non stop, have the best tight pussy for a weeks. After a while with him hanging around, they just become loose. I trained their throat game to the max tho. But there’s nothing like a fresh hole. 

When I turned 18 I moved out, went to a different city to live, and explored all the new fresh holes. For a while I thought the problem was gone, all my short relationships ended from other reasons, not because of some loose holes. It was all going well until I met Jordan. Jordan was a beautiful 18 year old virgin boy. He had the tightest hole I ever experienced, beautiful big dick sucking lips, and the face of an angel. I turned that angel to a lil devil real quick, I made him into a cum crazy whore, he was the happiest when he milked me at least two times a day. I never thought I met a guy like him, he was the whole package. 

The time came to visit my dad at my home town, and I asked Jordan to come with me, so I can introduce him to dad. We made the trip to him, settling in my old room. I honestly couldn’t wait to rail that hole of him in my childhood bed. We had dinner, headed to bed and did the deed. It was one of the best, and I loved his hole so much, I pumped him up two times that night. 

The next day I went out, catched up with some old friends, and probably stayed out for longer than I should. I got home at 10 pm. and went straight to the bed, where I found my angel sleeping. I was so horny, and I wanted to rail him so bad, so I shook him awake. He didn’t complain, I spit on my cock and pushed into him. I expected the resistance that I’m used to, his tight little rose bud opening up to flower for me, but nothing…. I slipped it in in one go, went balls deep and he didn’t even moaned or begged to slow down. I feared the worst, but it was probably because he was half asleep and relaxed. 

The next morning I woke up with a raging boner and a raging hangover, with the best cure laying next to me. He was awake and was reading something on his phone. I made the first move, one thing let to another and I was balls deep in my beautiful boy. And that was the problem, why was he so loose. He was home with my dad all day, he didn’t bring any toys, and he couldn’t have brought someone home. And that’s when it clicked, maybe it was my dads thick meat that ruined all my fuck holes. I tried not to think about it,  and I couldn’t prove it so I didn’t say anything. I given him my load, and I didn’t say anything. 

That day I brought some cameras, and planted it into my dads room, the living room and to my room. I went out to my friends, Jordan stayed behind. And I spent the day thinking about they are fucking right now. I excused myself to the toilet, and I checked the camera footage, for the first couple of hours there were nothing, then I saw my dad, plop himself down the couch in his boxers. Nothing interesting about that, until I saw my boyfriend appear from on of the rooms, and him kneeling between my dad’s legs, and starting to massage his crotch. And then when dad’s monster grow into his full size he started to swallow it. 

After all the time I trained my bottoms into premium cucksuckers it turns out my dad was the master. Jorden swallowed his meat like it was nothing. Dad was at least 10 inches, and I probably got my moms genes in private parts. Then the show really started, my dad tossed Jordan on his back, and started to pound his hole. That tight little hole I was the first to open was now wide open and ready to take anything after my dad was done with him. 

I was disturbed. But at the end of the day, what was done was done. Jordan became too loose to me, and he couldn’t change the past and couldn’t untake my dads cock. I went home, to talk to them. Obviously by now they slept in different beds. I went to the couch and slept there. When Jordan woken me up, he was confused as to why I slept there. I told them I know he was getting railed by my dad, and were obviously done. 

Then my dad woken up, Jordan went to my room to pack. I asked them how many times did he fuck Jordan. He told me he wanted to fuck him since the moment he laid his eyes on him, and he was perfect because his hole was so tight. He wanted to rail Jordan to the duration of the visit, then return to me as used good. I asked them if that’s what’s been happening to all my boyfriends, and he said obviously. He wanted holes to fill, and I brought eager holes that wanted a real cock in them. He fucked all of them, he ruined all holes for me that he known. 

Jordan was done packing, and he arrived to the room, and told me he wanted a last fuck, but not with me, my dad. My dad, who was obviously in his boxers, whipped his cock out, and Jordan jumped onto it like fish to the bait. He swallowed my daddy’s huge thick cock, it was all swallowed and I could see Jordan’s face pushed into my dads thick pubes. Then my dad told me he needed to get up, Jordan went over to the couch, bent over, exposing his once tight fuck hole to my dad, and he went to town. Than dad laid on the couch, Jordan on him, and he said to me, son, slip it in, it’s the last time you could feel a tight hole in this house. I went behind Jordan, and pushed my cock in his hole. We railed Jordan for a while, and me and my dad filled him with our cum. 

And that was the end of my relationship with my angel turned devil, turns out my dad turned him into the real whore. And he’s now one of the most used cum dump in our city, he’s living his best life, getting cummed in from all different men he could find. I given him a couple of loads since the incident, and he’s even more loose then when my dad stretched him.