Author: admin

  • On the Water

    My boyfriend and I were meeting a friend of his to go boating. I’d never met the guy, but Ryan knew him from a cupola hookups. So I agreed cause I wanted to see him.

    We get to the dock and he finds his truck and parks. We get out and he’s on his way to meet us.

    “Jimmy, this is Damon.” Ryan said.

    “Hi Damon. You’re short.” He laughed.

    Don’t punch him. “All my life.”

    He wasn’t bad looking. A little rough but that’s cool. Well built with his tight jeans showing what he had and he had a lot. Athletic build. A red neck.

    “C’mon let’s go.” He said.

    We followed him to his boat. It was a nice houseboat. We got in and he directed us to our rooms.

    “Drinks in 5. No clothing permitted.”

    “I like this guy.” I said.

    “Oh he’s fun.”

    We get topside and are greeted with shots.

    “WHOA MAMA! What was that?!” I choked out.

    “Tequila!”

    “Oh no..” Ryan said.

    “Why oh no?”

    “It makes him, um, aggressive.” Ryan explained.

    “Well I don’t fight little guys with big dicks so your good.” He smiled and grabbed my cock. I didn’t pull away just smiled.

    Ryan sat down with a glass of wine as Jimmy and I stood facing each other.

    “One of you gonna suck the other one off or not? I want something to watch when I jerk off.” He said stroking his huge dick.

    “It’s your boat I’ll go first.”

    I got on my knees and put him in my mouth. He had a monster cock and I choked he laughed. He was rubbing the back of my head.

    “That’s real nice.”

    I was taking long slow pulls from the base to the tip.

    “Mmmm… Yeah. Make me cum little man.”

    I sped up. He forcefully grabbed my head and pumped.

    “Oh fuck yeah. I’m coming. I’m coming..”

    He filled me up and I swallowed it all and stood up.

    “Your turn Bub.”

    “My pleasure.”

    He backed me up to the couch Ryan was on and sat me down. He got on his knees and got to work. He was aggressive and I liked it. He reached over with his left hand and started stroking Ryan. Ryan got up and behind Jimmy and grabbed his hips and thrust into him. Jimmy stopped sucking.

    “Big, right?”

    “Yeah..” he barely got out.

    He gave up on me letting Ryan take control. I started jerking myself watching what was in front of me. Then I got up and stood next to Ryan.

    “Tag out.” I said tapping his shoulder.

    He moved but grabbed me and guided it in.

    “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah.” I moaned. Ryan leaned in and kissed me deep. His tongue was everywhere in my mouth and I reached for his cock and started on him. 

    “I’m gonna cum.” I whispered to Ryan.

    He stopped and got behind me and stuck it in hard.

    “AAAHH GODDAMN IT! FUCK!” I screamed. “I’m coming!”

    “Right there with you.” Ryan said into my ear then bit it. We all collapsed on each other and laid there, spent.

    “So this is what you did when you said you were going running with Jimmy.”

    Ryan smiled wryly.

    “And you ran a lot.”

    “Hey. I got a workout.”

    “Yeah okay.”

  • Fun that the adult bookstore

    Back home there was this adult bookstore that sat in an industrial park. Very unassuming by day, but busy at night. The first time I went was a girl friend of mine to buy my first porn. I was nervous at first then she eventually had to pull me outta there. It was shelf after shelf of cocks. Picking it was hard. But I finally settled on a farm scenario one and went home and watched it. It was awesome. Had to hide it from my parents and wait for them to be occupied to watch it.

    But back to the bookstore. I’d go after the club closed, drunk and cruise the aisles. Most of the guys weren’t my type. Too old at that point in my life. I was looking at a tape about brothers and getting hard. I looked around and no one was in there. I walked to the back room where it’s dark and the rooms were. Still nobody. I went back out front and found a guy standing looking at a tape. He was wearing a tight tee and pants. He was DEFINITELY my type. I walked over and stood close. He looked up and at me.

    “That’s actually a good one.”

    “Yeah. The stepdad fucks his son after soccer practice.”

    “Oh I like ones with a family theme.”

    I laughed lightly and looked at him and walked to the back and stopped at the door. He was so close he ran into me.

    “My bad.”

    “No problem. You’re built like a truck.”

    “Thanks. You look  good too.” He said touching my chest.

    We made our way to a room and shut the door. We both got naked fast. His cock was massive and hard. I got to my knees and put him in my mouth and started. I was going all the way to the base.

    “You’re good. Mmm. Really good.” He grabbed my head and pulled me into him with force. “Get up.” I did. He turned me around and bent me over and grabbed my hips. He positioned himself and found my hole and pushed.

    “Ooooh yeah. Oh you’re huge.” I moaned.

    “Take it all, runt.” Runt. I liked that.” You’re gonna take my load.”

    “Yes I am!”

    “Take it now!” He yelled as he busted his nut. He pulled out and smacked my ass hard. “Thanks.” He said as he got dressed. “You a regular here?”

    “I am.”

    “I’ll look for ya,” He said then left. I sat there for a few, recovering and giving my legs time to remember how they worked. I got dressed and stepped back out to no one. 

    I made my way back to my car. Getting in I saw the guy parked next to me stroking. I stood and watched. He looked up at me and grinned.

    “Get in,” he ordered and I did. “Take your clothes off. I did that too. He reached over and grabbed my head pulling my face into his dick. Not as big as the last guy, but I started sucking. He reclined back and out his arms behind his head flexing. He was  nicely built. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and I moved to his balls.

    “Yeah do that.”

    I licked and sucked for what seemed forever before he said, “C’mon.” We’re got out and went behind the car into the dense brush. There was a small clearing and we stopped. He turned me around and bent me over and stuck it in. Thank god I was just stretched out. He was hammering away on my ass and it hurt so good. 

    “I’m cumming.” He said under labored breathing. “Ho that was amazing.”

    “You do good work.”

    We got dressed and went our separate ways and I drove home. Pulled into our spot and sat far awhile absorbing it all. Got out and went inside to find my boyfriend watching porn. Damn his dick’s massive. 

    “You’re home late.”

    “I got sidetracked twice.”

    “I bet.”

    I walked over and knocked one of his legs off the coffee table, got between them and started sucking. He put his hands on my shoulders and kept watching the video.

    “You get fucked?”

    I stopped, “Twice.”

    “Is it still in you?”

    “Yeah.”

    He stops me. “Sit on it.” I turned my back to him and put his hard on where’s it should be.

    “Push.”

    It felt so good and familiar.

    “You gonna have room for another load.”

    “Always.”

    “Good cause you’re about to get it.”

    “Yeah do it.”

    “Oh. Oh. Oooooh. FUCK YEAH!” And then he fell on top of me. “How was that compared to what you got tonight.”

    “You know how to use what you got and how to use me.”

    “That’s how I know you’ll never leave me.”

    “I’d never plan on it. It’s too sweet”

    “I’m going with you next time.”

    “Cool. Then we can show them what REAL fucking looks like.”

    “You don’t have to twist my arm to be an exhibitionist.”

    “Yeah I can always count on you to perform.”

    “I get no complaints.”

  • Will the Circle Be Unbroken?

    Will the Circle Be Unbroken?

    Chapter 3

    Sunday

    The night was… something. Chris couldn’t stop hyperventilating about what his father had told him. He also demanded proof that this was all real and not some sort of hoax to make him feel stupid.

    So in the morning, Derek took Chris back to the hospital so they could not only set up monthly appointments but check in to see if everything was going as smoothly as it could be. By the end of it all, Chris was rendered completely speechless. The doctor who’d been assigned as Chris’ official doctor plugged everything up and got it all up and running so Chris could see this wasn’t a hoax at all. Doctor Esteban asked Chris to lay back and poured the gel over the boy’s stomach. As he moved the wand around the boy’s stomach, he looked over at the screen and asked Chris to look with him. The ultrasound revealed that there was indeed a peanut shaped fetus growing inside Chris’ belly. 

    “Wow, that’s…” Chris blinked a few times before looking down at his stomach, “that’s my child?” 

    Doctor Esteban chuckled amusingly, “It’s something else, isn’t it?” He asked Chris if he would like a sonogram of the little one growing inside him and Chris nodded. He somehow figured Ken would absolutely love to see this. “Now remember, you need to start taking it easy alright? No heavy lifting, start a healthy diet, no smoking, not that I’m assuming you smoke so please don’t be offended, no drugs and no alcohol.” The doctor smiled as Chris held his thumb up. 

    “No problem there, Doctor.” Chris, with the help of his new doctor, unhooked from the machines and took the sonogram which was offered to him. After making sure he knew the dates of all his appointments for the next nine months, Chris parted ways from the doctor and headed into the waiting room where Derek and Jacob were standing together.  Chris approached his father and new friend with a smile, “What’s going on here?” 

    Jacob turned towards Chris and smiled brightly, “Hey! I figured since your dad has to work, I’ll take you home if you want?” 

    Derek carefully looked between his son and Jacob Moretti and couldn’t help but smirk. If his gut had a good sense, he knew exactly what was up. Chris nodded with a smile and looked at his father, “By the way, I guess I should congratulate you.” He handed the sonogram to Derek, “you’re gonna be a grandpa!” 

    Derek took the sonogram and chuckled, “Thanks, I’ll be sure to give this to your step father. God knows he’s gonna enjoy the hell out of this.” He placed the photo in his front pocket and excused himself to go back to work, but not before hugging his son goodbye. 

    Instead of taking him home immediately, Jacob decided to give Chris a tour of the town. It helped get his mind off things and allowed Jacob to get to know him better. “So, you looking forward to starting the new school year? Assuming you’ll be signed up before the year begins.” Chris nodded with a smile, confirming that he was indeed going to attend the first week of school. Jacob began talking about all the teachers, informing Chris which ones are the best and worst, and what they all teach. “Don’t worry though, I’m sure the son of the town’s popular doctor will do just great,” Jacob smirked while Chris side glanced at him. 

    “That’s so judgmental.” Chris frowned as Jacob kept himself from laughing out loud. They walked past a boy who was sitting on top of the half stone wall and he looked to be around their age,  he looked up from the book he was reading and rushed up behind Jake and Chris. “Hey there!” He squeezed himself in between the two and smiled over at Chris. “So you’re the son of the doctor everyone has a crush on!” 

    Jacob rolled his eyes, a bit annoyed but introduced Chris to his friend Ishan Gupta. “But if you’re fucking lazy like Jacob here, you can just call me Iz for short.” The two teens shook hands leaving Jacob muttering some swear words under his breath. “Oh come on dude, relax. You know I’m just playing.” He winked at Chris when Jacob wasn’t looking, “Oh and I was also kidding about everyone having a crush on your dad… kinda.” 

    “Don’t worry about it,” Chris patted Ishan’s back, “honestly I completely understand that statement.”  At first Ishan was relieved, but then he made a confused expression on his face and looked over at Chris. 

    “Wait, you think your dad’s hot?” This question caused Jacob to put his hand over his face while Chris started laughing. “It’s a serious question…”

    “Yes,” Chris said matter of factly, “I do think my father is hot.” He laughed again while Jacob gave him a side eyed glance and Ishan slowly smiled which formed into a wide grin. 

    Another boy made his way to the group and put his arm around Jacob, “What are we laughing about today?” The others chuckled and the newcomer introduced himself to Chris as Adrian Whittaker. “Nothing, we’re just getting to know the town’s new guy,” Adrian looked between Ishan and Chris then smirked, “Ahh, so you’re the doctor’s son everyone’s getting into a tizzy about!”

    Chris crossed his arms, looking amused, “Alright so basically everyone here already knows about me?” 

    Adrian now had his arm around Chris, his chin resting on the boy’s shoulder, “It’s a small town, everyone knows about you now. And that you’re–” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence since Jacob had kicked his ankle. “Never mind.”

    The boys continued walking until they reached a smoothie truck and Ishan offered to buy everyone today’s smoothies. “Pick your poison, I won’t take no for an answer.” Chris went with a mixed fruit blend while Ishan asked for a mixed veggie blend, Adrian went with strawberry banana and Jacob chose dragon fruit. 

    “I’ll have a mango!” A fifth member of the little group joined the others and they introduced Chris to Marco DuBois, the son of the town’s Sheriff. “Yeah, I heard about you… from my dad. Well, he didn’t say anything to me directly, just through spying on his phone conversations.” Marco cleared his throat and offered an apologetic smile. 

    Ishan started handing out the smoothies to his friends and once he paid, the group began walking again. “That’s the thing about this town, so many fucking nosy people,” Ishan smirked and side glanced Marco, who just ignored him. 

    “That and all the pregnancies sprouting through town,” Adrian smirked at his statement. Chris still had plenty of questions about what was going on in the town and he was determined to get some answers. He asked if anyone knew what was in the fog that allowed the men to get pregnant but the others declared they had no idea. 

    “It’s just something that’s been around for fifty years, so they say.” Ishan took a sip of his smoothie before continuing, “The scientists obviously worked secretly on this weird fog experiment and one day they just said ‘Fuck it’ and released it into the air. Now, while the fog does have some pretty impressive distance, it only travels from here, to Cromwell and then finally to Dyer.” 

    “Only three towns, why so few?” Chris asked with genuine curiosity. The others explained that once you get hit with the fog, you’ll always be able to become pregnant but it’s not too well known in other places. 

    “We think there are more labs generating the fog, but nobodies saying anything because they don’t wanna make us as a community look bad,” Adrian said then took a sip of his smoothie, “also the Mayor doesn’t want the place to become bum rushed with journalists and whatnot.” 

    “Speaking of the Mayor…” Ishan started, but was cut off by Jacob’s sudden insistence that the group should go and watch a movie or hit the small beach before Autumn arrived. Ishan was left a bit annoyed, but joined the others in a fun filled late afternoon at the beach. They spent their time laying around on the sand, took some time in the water, and just had fun as teenagers did. Once it started getting darker, the group decided it was time to go home. Before Jacob could offer Chris an escort home, Adrian already had his arm around Chris’ shoulder and asked if he could take the boy home. This left Jacob completely irritated. Marco found it amusing though and walked up beside Jacob, “Cockblocked, huh?” 

    Jacob looked over at Marco, acting clueless, “What do you mean?” 

    Marco rolled his eyes, “Please, you had your lusty ass eyes on him all afternoon. You got it bad, Moretti.” Marco snickered and waved his goodbyes to Jacob and started making his way back to his place. 

    Meanwhile, Adrian and Chris walked through the small town streets making their way to the residential side of the town. “Hope you don’t mind the walk, paying for parking can be a bitch,” Chris smirked, assuring Adrian he didn’t mind the walking. It wasn’t like that town was that big anyway. The two made small talk, discussing their interests, favorite movies, tv shows, little things like that. It was almost completely dark by the time they got to Chris’ and the two stopped at the end of the driveway. “Well, this is me.” 

    “Yeah, looks it.” Adrian looked over at the other side of the street and raised his eyebrow when he saw Ishan through one of the windows. “At least you’ll have some good company,” he pointed at Ishan’s house and the boys shared a chuckle. “He’s fun to hang around, and he’ll make sure nothing bad happens to ya… and so will I.” Chris and Adrian shared a look before Adrian stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on the other boy’s lips. Chris felt his body freeze and stomach lurch… unless that was from the pregnancy… but allowed himself to melt. Adrian wrapped his arms around his waist and the two shared a kiss that felt like it lasted hours. Once Adrian let go of Chris, he smiled softly and moved his lips near Chris’ ear, “I’ll see you later, sexy.” Adrian stepped back and began to walk off, leaving Chris frozen at the end of his driveway. 

    After a few moments of trying to realize what just happened, Chris blinked out of his daze and smiled widely. He hurried up to the front door, got inside the house and shut the front door making sure to lock it. That’s when his phone began to vibrate; earlier everyone made sure to put his number in their phones in case he needed anything or to ask any questions he was curious about. At first he thought it was Adrian, but it was actually Jacob wishing him a goodnight followed by a kissing emoji at the end of the text.

    Two weeks later

    With Summer nearly over,  it was time for school to be back in session. Of course everyone was bummed out, but it had to be done. Good thing for the boys, it was to be their last year. Each boy was thrilled to finally be Seniors, although Chris also had mixed feelings. He’d only just found his father, who actually never wanted to leave him after all. While he didn’t think Derek or Ken would mind him staying, he still wanted to at least consider college. Although now that he was pregnant, and by now he was really starting to feel the first trimester, Chris wondered how things were going to change. He was relieved it was still early for him to figure out just what the hell he was going to do, but God damn the morning sickness was real and it was kicking him in the face. Derek and Ken made sure he had enough saltines and ginger ale to go around, but he could still feel the morning sickness. Plus he was surprised when his breasts started producing lactate. Derek assured him this was actually quite normal and it was just how it all worked out. 

    Of course Jacob had taken Chris to school for his first day, although Adrian had tried to offer. As for Ishan, he had actually seen Adrian and Chris kissing the night he took him home, but Ishan assured Chris he would keep his mouth shut. “It’s not my business, although I can’t say I’m surprised. This town really is fucking weird.”

    So now, Chris had two guys who seemed to be fawning over him. He didn’t know if he should be grateful or embarrassed. For now he chose to just ignore it and maybe one of them would back off. Besides, he didn’t exactly know if he and Jake were just friends or more than that. They hadn’t exactly put a label on themselves. As Jake drove closer and closer to school, Chris kept thinking about the teenager beside him driving, and Adrian. God damn, what the fuck was he going to do? In order to keep himself distracted and so that Jacob wouldn’t sense anything and ask questions, he looked down at the schedule he’d printed last night of his classes. 

    Also last night, Chris had joined the others on video call to discuss the upcoming school year. Since Jacob was the son of the town’s mayor(something Chris was shocked to find out) he was somehow able to make sure that at least two of them were in at least one class together. Chris would be sharing first period with Marco(their English class), second period with Ishan(science), third period would be with Adrian(History), fourth period would be shared with Jacob(Economics), Fifth period had been an elective Chris had decided to take and sixth period was Lunch which he shared with Ishan and Jacob, seventh period was his study period while eighth period was a class in which all of them would take, Current Events. 

    “Alright, just about there,” Jacob smiled as he made one more turn before entering the school parking lot. “You nervous about your day?”

    Chris had to laugh at the question since his fathers had asked him the same thing. Honestly, he wasn’t as nervous as he thought he’d be. “Nah, I was kinda nervous earlier but it’s all gone away now.” After Jacob parked, Chris watched the school buses roll up into their parking spaces. While Hillside wasn’t that big a town, he was still surprised by the amount of students that attended. Jacob had explained that not all the students were from Hillside, but had come from Cromwell as well. 

    “I’ve been hearing that town name for a while… what’s exactly in Cromwell?” This had been stuck in Chris’ mind for a while. Jacob had simply explained that it was a neighboring town that people went to to do some mischievous stuff. He wouldn’t go into any specifics though but Chris somehow knew he’d get the information he wanted from a certain someone else. The two guys got out of the car and Chris followed Jacob up to the doors, which Jacob held open for him. Once inside, they met up with the others in the cafeteria before the first bell rang. When Jacob and Chris approached the  others, they all said good morning but Ishan was looking a little worried. 

    “What’s wrong Iz? You look like you’ve already got a detention.” Jacob laughed and while Ishan tried to laugh along, something was clearly bothering him. 

    Ishan shuffled his feet and looked down at the ground before sighing, “I uh, I’ve been meaning to tell ya’ll something for a bit but I haven’t really figured out a way to say it.” Ishan was about to tell them what was up, but unfortunately the first bell had other plans. Chris noted that Ishan actually breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the bell, but of course he didn’t press on it. Ishan promised to share the news later, and the boys separated to go to their first classes. Marco escorted Chris to the classroom and the boys chose two random seats to take. “I wonder what Ishan has to tell us that’s making him so worried,” Marco crossed his legs and placed his hand on his cheek as he thought about what it could be. 

    “Hopefully it’s nothing bad about the baby,” Chris said with concern. Speaking of babies, Marco asked Chris how he was feeling with his own pregnancy. Chris shared about the morning sickness and other things his body was doing, but so far everything was looking good. At least that’s what his father kept assuring him. 

    “I’m sure they’re fine, he probably just said something stupid to someone and they wanna kick his ass,” Marco shrugged as their teacher came in and introduced themselves. This was pretty much the entire day; teacher introductions, syllabus, getting to know each other in some cases and some light homework. During second period, Chris tried to pry out some information from Ishan, but Iz was a little hesitant to talk about it. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust Chris, he did, but it was just…weird to say out loud, if that made any sense. In history class, Adrian couldn’t stop talking and flirting with Chris. They received some looks from their teacher, Mr. Davis, which literally everyone just calls him ‘Mr. D’, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. In his mind, Chris started wondering who was hotter, Adrian, Jacob or Mr. D. Jesus Christ, this pregnancy was messing him the fuck up. It wasn’t just the morning sickness, it was literally everything. His senses were changing, he swore to God his breasts were getting more and more sore every day, and dear God his brain was almost always in the gutter. Econ was pretty much the same as History, teacher intro, syllabus and this time talking and flirting with Jacob this time. He couldn’t get over Jacob’s stunning eyes, although looking back Adrian has a better smile. Chris sighed quietly to himself, how was it that he had a crush on two guys? This town was helluva crazy. 

    “One place I really wanna take you to are the caves! They’re so relaxing, I’m sure you’ll love it.” Chris nodded to Jacob’s suggestion and told him he couldn’t wait to go. 

    Fifth period was one of those random electives Chris decided to take and there wasn’t really anyone to talk to since he didn’t know any of them yet so far, but during sixth period Chris had joined Jacob and Ishan for lunch, which was a little awkward. At least at first. Chris was sitting and enjoying, or at least trying to enjoy, his lunch which was a cheeseburger, fries, and a pile of pickles. Some of it made him nauseous, but the pickles were what helped settle it. That and a bottle of water he also got. Jacob and Ishan were walking to the table and Chris could hear Ishan trying to make Jacob promise that after he told them what was on his mind, Jacob couldn’t get pissed. The boys sat down and Jacob was rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

    “Dude,” Jacob said, setting his tray of food down, “just spill it. What the fuck has you so upset?” 

    Ishan was silent for a couple minutes, but then looked at Jacob dead in the eyes, “I got pregnant by your dad.” 

    Chris had stopped eating one the pickles he had and slowly diverted his eyes towards Jacob, who was sitting in front of him. Jacob was dead silent while Ishan was inching closer and closer to Chris, hoping to God Jacob wouldn’t jump across the table to punch him. 

    Slowly Jacob took a fry and placed it in his mouth and chewed. He was slowly chewing while Ishan was starting to sweat. His stomach churned and his body began to shake. “So, you’re pregnant with my baby brother or sister?” 

    “Y-yeah.” Was all Ishan could say. This was one of the most stressful things Ishan had done and now Jacob was making him even more stressful. Ishan and Chris watched as Jacob ate another fry, and then another, and then he took a sip of his coke. 

    “Fucking congratulations!” Jacob smiled, leaned over and patted Ishan’s shoulder. Ishan couldn’t believe how happy Jacob was, it was actually really surprising. He expected Jacob to get pissed and throw his drink at him or something. 

    Ishan exhaled a breath of relief, “So you’re not like, pissed or anything?” 

    “No, I’m not pissed,” Jacob laughed then rested his arms on the table, “do you know how many guys here would love to get fucked by my Dad? You’re the lucky one who gets to brag about it, and you’re carrying his child.” 

    Ishan was now able to sit back in his chair and relax, thank God Jacob wasn’t pissed off about this. Chris though had some feelings that Jacob was actually annoyed, but he was just too good at hiding it. Now that that was done with for now, Ishan placed his attention on Chris. “I know what you’re going through bro, how’s the stomach?” 

    Jacob had quickly gotten up and rushed to one of the soda machines to get Chris a ginger ale as he was telling Ishan his symptoms. “The pickles do make it feel a little better,” he took the soda from Jacob thanking him as he talked, “but it comes and goes.” He opened the soda and asked Ishan the same question he was asked. 

    “Eh, my body’s sore, I’m tired a lot, but other than that I haven’t really felt anything else yet.” Ishan shrugged while he started eating his food. He began to chew, but immediately slowed down. “Actually, maybe I do have more…” He put his burger down and slowly swallowed, but he still looked off. One of the teachers saw him and walked over to him, asking if he needed assistance. 

    “No, no, I’m… fine…” He balled his hand into a fist and raised it to his mouth, breathing in slowly. Jacob asked if he wanted a ginger ale or a water as well but didn’t wait for Ishan to answer and he was back at the soda machine. “It’s okay, I’m okay…” 

    The teacher was rubbing his back and Jacob had returned, ginger ale in hand. Ishan slowly drank the soda and the nausea was slowly going away. Unfortunately he couldn’t finish the rest of his lunch and didn’t accept Chris’ offer for a pickle. Jacob frowned, “You’re gonna have to eat something, bro.” 

    “I know, I’ll figure it out,” Ishan turned to his side and looked at Chris’ huge pile of pickles. “Maybe I can take one?” He waited til Chris nodded and he took a pickle and slowly took a bite and chewed. His face twisted at the taste, but other than that, everything was fine. Jacob raised his eyebrow and made a comment that Chris and Ishan’s pregnancies must be synced up or something weird. 

    “Yeah, but I’m pregnant with your dads kid, Chris is pregnant by some crazy ass moth…” Ishan immediately shut himself up when he noticed Jacob’s expression. He cleared his throat and quietly apologized to Chris.

    Shaking his head, Chris assured Ishan that it was alright, “I mean, I know what happened was fucked up, but I’m in the mindset that it happened and I’m gonna have to deal with it.” he shrugged, “plus I’ve got people who support me and I can try to figure out what I wanna do when the baby’s born.” 

    “Yeah but doesn’t something like that bring…” Once again, Ishan shut up when he noticed Jacob’s expression and placed his hand on his cheek. “Never mind.” 

    Chris softly smiled at Ishan, rubbing his back. He knew his friend was being just that, a friend, but he really never knew when to keep his mouth shut. It was both annoying yet hilarious at the same time. “Like I said before I’m dealing with it,” he nodded at both his friends, “plus the guidance counselor has been really helpful, he’s pretty cool.” 

    After lunch was done, the boys went their separate ways, but luckily Chris had study period so he could pretty much do whatever the hell he wanted. He had organized everything in his locker and made everything clean, then he was walking towards the library when he was stopped by Mr. D, the history teacher. “Mr. Reynolds, how nice to see you wandering the halls during class,” After Chris explained it was his free period and was about to go to the library, Mr. D shook his head and pointed to his classroom. “I need some help with some organizing and since you spent most of the time talking to Adrian the entire time, I think you can spare some of your free time?” Chris looked around the empty hall and simply shrugged as he walked into the classroom. 

    It was nice and quiet in the room and the atmosphere felt calmer. Chris noticed there was incense being burned and soft music playing in the background. “So what exactly do you need to organize on the first day?” Chris was genuinely curious as Mr. D pointed at his desk where three separate folders sat. He explained there was some over the summer work that was done and he simply needed them done. This seemed odd to Chris, but he didn’t question it. Once he sat down and opened the first folder, he noticed there was nothing wrong in it. He went to the second one and noticed the same thing. “Uh, Mr. D, there’s nothing wrong with these folders.” 

    Mr. Davis was sitting in his chair, legs crossed, as he looked at his new student. Slowly a smile crept on the older man’s face and he grabbed Chris and set him on his lap. “I know that, I just said that to get you in here.” He placed his hand on Chris’ stomach and slowly rubbed it. “How’s the pregnancy going?” 

    Chris slowly felt himself getting hard and started stammering his reply, “It’s uh, going as well as it should. Nauseous, but the pickles help a lot.” He chuckled slowly as Mr. D started nuzzling his students’ neck. Chris slowly shivered and closed his eyes as he melted against the older man. Mr. D made a comment about how he was going to make sure to give Chris a nice big jar of pickles next time they see each other. But Mr. D wasn’t done with Chris yet, since they had plenty of time before the eighth and final class of the day. “You okay with this Christopher?” 

    Ooh how Chris loved it when his teacher called him by his full first name. Chris nodded and immediately was turned by Mr. D and the teacher pressed his lips against Chris’ and forced his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Chris moaned and placed his hands on the sides of his teacher’s face as they made out. “Mm, I can’t wait til the baby bump really starts to show,” 

    For some reason Mr. D knew exactly what to say, which was very impressive. Chris felt the man undo his pants and shove his hand inside, cupping Chris’ hard bulge with his hand. Chris moaned again and broke the kiss to take a deep breath. “We don’t have to continue if you’re not comfortable with this…” But Chris shook his head at his teacher, he fucking wanted this. Mr. D took Chris and got up from the chair, placing him on his desk. Pushing Chris so he could lay on his back, Mr. D tore off his pants and forced the boys underwear off before he took his own pants and briefs off. He opened the desk drawer, taking out a bottle of lube and greased up his hard cock and Chris’ asshole. “Just make sure to tell me when or if you want me to stop, okay?” He waited for Chris’ nod, turned on a radio with some music and slowly entered Chris’ asshole, making the student gasp in both pain and pleasure. At first he remembered what happened to him on the bus, but used a technique the guidance counselor came up with to push those thoughts and feelings aside and soon he was beginning to enjoy having his teacher fuck him.

    “Oh God, Mr. D, do you fuck all your students like this?” Mr. Davis just laughed at the question. He decided to answer the question with a question, asking what made Chris think he fucked his other students? This caused Chris to smile and release a shallow chuckle before gasping loudly as Mr. D thrusted hard inside him. This went on for several minutes, with Mr. D keeping an eye on the clock from time to time. The teacher waited for a specific time before he was ready to release his load into his student, sweat forming on his face as he felt the cum exit his cock and into Chris’ ass. Mr. D slowly exited Chris’ asshole and helped the boy sit up, he placed his hands on Chris’ face and kissed the boy softly. “That was very good, son. Too bad you’re already pregnant, I would’ve loved having a kid with you.” This made Chris even hornier, which only made Mr. D smirk. “You better control that, boy. I think I’m gonna make you suffer now, and don’t you dare jack that off.” 

    Chris gave out a moan as he put his underwear and pants back on, “God dammit Mr. D…” The teacher just chuckled and rubbed the back of Chris’ neck. He promised he’d help him out later, but since it was almost time for the period to end, Chris had better get ready for the next class. “You’ve got Current Events, right?” 

    Chris had started walking towards the door when he raised his eyebrow, “Yeah, how’d you know that?” He felt his ass pulse a little, but he had to admit, it was a great feeling. Mr. D. just shrugged and reminded Chris that he was his teacher, so he had knowledge of these things. Chris nodded slowly as he watched a smirk flicker on the man’s face, but shrugged it off. In that moment, the bell had rung indicating the end of seventh period and Chris went off to his final class. 

    The last classroom had four pairs of five desks, and the others had already claimed one of the pairs of desks so Chris made his way slowly over, trying not to reveal that he’d just been fucked the period before. He sat down next to Adrian who offered him a sweet smile and squeezed Chris’ leg with his hand. Ishan on the other hand noted Chris’ expression and how red his face was, but didn’t make a comment for once. Although a smirk did cross his face. Marco had his hand on his cheek and asked the others why the hell they decided to take this class. 

    “I figured we’d give us a class where we didn’t have to do anything,” Jacob just smiled and the others wondered what he meant. “Just trust me, when ya’ll find out who the teacher is, you’ll understand.” A few minutes had passed as another group of students entered the class, sitting at their own group of desks but the boys didn’t pay them any attention. Soon the final bell rang and in came the teacher, and once Chris saw Mr. D, he choked on his own spit and his face began to redden again. Adrian noticed Chris’ reaction while Ishan just side eyed him, smirking softly. He knew exactly why Jacob had done this and so did Adrian, they just didn’t know what had happened with Chris last period, at least Adrian, Marco and Jacob hadn’t figured it out. But Ishan knew all the better. He leaned over into Chris’s ear, “I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” he leaned back and turned his head away. 

    “Good afternoon class, I’m your teacher for this period and don’t worry, just because this is a Current Event’s class, doesn’t mean there won’t be assignments, homework, mid terms and yes, even finals.” Mr. D smiled as he wrote information on the white board while Jacob just smirked to himself. This was going to be a very interesting class. And although he had some idea about what would be happening throughout the year, the first day was just like the rest of the classes, a syllabus and explanation about what was supposed to come. After everything was explained and the first assignment was given out, the groups of students began their work and quietly the boys were discussing how their first day went. They were particularly interested in Chris’ day, since this was his first day in the school. He tried his best to keep his composure and while the others knew how some of his day went, everything was going great. Jacob smiled at this and curiously asked what he did with his free period, which caused Chris to lose his breath and heart beat for a second, “Oh, I just hung out in the library and cruised the internet.” Everyone but Ishan gave their ‘cool, cool’s’, while Ishan just snickered softly, receiving a glare from Chris. 

    “Something funny you’d like to share with the class, Mr. Gupta?” Mr. D looked at their group curiously while Ishan looked over at the teacher, smiling reassuringly. He apologized for the rude behavior and gave his teacher his droopy, puppy dog look. Mr. D nodded, going back to his work while Chris raised his eyebrow at his new friend while everyone else was doing their own thing. Ishan looked over and smirked, winking at Chris. “You little fuck…” Chris had mouthed to Ishan, who once again winked. The rest of the class went on and finished without anything particular happening. Once the announcements were made, and the final bell of the day rang, the boys gathered their things(Adrian offered to carry Chris and Ishan’s things), and as they walked to the door, Ishan looked back at Mr. D, “G’night teach, can’t wait to see you next time!” He and Chris snickered while Marco and Jacob looked confused, and Adrian looked amused.

  • The Whores in the Band

    I was smoking a Camel as I got my cock sucked while leaning against a brick wall at the Anvil, Yaz’s “Don’t Go” was blasting, it was that kind of place. In September 1982, the Anvil was a Meatpacking District gay hot spot, cruising and sex were rampant. The upstairs had a runway stage surrounded by a long bar, there was dancing on the floor and garish drag queens performing onstage. The bathroom had a trough for communal pissing, allowing for checking out dicks. Downstairs was the cavernous back room. There was an area with benches to sit and watch the porn films that played on screen. There were dim hallways and alcoves to have sex in. The crowd was a cross section of mostly leather and clone types. Tuesdays were my favorite; it was New Wave Night. That event drew a crowd of young guys from the East Village, those into the scene and dewy twinks visiting for the first time who were too afraid to come on other nights based on the club’s hardcore reputation. I fucked a lot of thin, pretty New York University boys in that era. 

    My name is Don Castellano, I was born in Brooklyn and so I am direct. I owned a solid B-level cast agency housed in a Midtown office. My clients mostly got work on soap operas, in Off-Broadway theater and featured roles in New York-shot movies, A few became well known performers. I had an eye for talent, and for those who were better off suited using their good looks and charm turning tricks with men. I set up cute young guys who had no chance of making it in show business with pimps for $1000 bounty. It worked out well for all involved. I took on other similar projects. 

    I was into the clone look back then and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I did. I was 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape at 34. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair was cut short, and I had a mustache. My voice was deep and masculine. Oh, and I was hung. My cut dick was exactly eight inches and was stunning, I had a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I was an irresistible total top and I knew it.

    That Tuesday night, I had been upstairs sipping Jack Daniels on the rocks, smoking a Camel and taking it all in. My eyes zeroed in on a real beauty. He was 18 and was medium height. His lean frame was encased in skintight white jeans, in the right back pocket was a brass key ring attached to the belt loop which was code that he was a bottom. Those white jeans showcased his fantastic round ass and nice-sized crotch and a skintight green reptile print T-shirt which showed off his natural biceps and juicy pecs. His blond hair was feathery, his cute face was perfectly symmetrical, his lips were luscious, his blue eyes sparkled, and he had the most appealing smile. When not swilling down rum and Cokes, he was dancing up in storm in his green leather boots. Eventually he headed to the bathroom, it was time to make my move.

    He was standing at the trough, pissing through his nice-sized dick. I stood next to him, unbuttoned my fly, yanked out my one-eyed monster and began pissing. I looked over at him, sure enough he was watching me piss with his wide eyes. I finished pissing and put my dick back in my jeans. I slowly walked out back into the bar and stage area and then walked downstairs. He was following me, no surprise after he saw what I was packing. I walked down a hallway past other guys cruising to an alcove. There he was in front of me. I put my hands on his shoulders and nudged him down to the ground on his knees. I unbuttoned my fly and took out my hard big cock and balls.

    This boy knew his way around a dick. He opened his mouth real wide and began licking my cockhead, hitting that sweat spot under the head just right. He lapped up my oozing precum. His sweet tongue slathered all over my expansive shaft, he gobbled up my meaty full balls. I was so into watching that boyish face contorted around my joint deepthroating my eight inches. Oh yeah, this kid was a pro cocksucker who was getting me close. I raised him up and kissed him on the mouth, my stubble scratched against his smooth cheeks, I stuck my tongue in his mouth, his tongue eagerly met mine. While we made out I groped his ass, I slid my hand into the back of his jeans. He whimpered as I fingered his warm tight boy hole. I spun him around and firmly positioned him against the brick wall. My hands undid his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down, there was his pale white ass gleaming in the dimness. I reached for the small tube of Vaseline in my jeans pocket, I greased up my throbbing cock and his quivering boy hole. He howled as I rammed my cock into his rosebud. Oh fuck! There’s no greater feeling then having my cock buried up inside a beautiful boy’s tight chute. I began fucking him. He sobbed with joy at having a real man’s cock splitting him open. We had a nice fuck rhythm going as I fucked him standing up against the brick wall. He fucking screamed when my fucking made him cum, his eruption of jism drenched the brick wall. I came inside him. I handed him some paper towels, he cleaned his ass and pulled up his underwear and jeans. I cleaned off my dick with a paper towel and did up my jeans.

    “I’d like to buy you a cup of coffee” I said.

    We were in the booth of a crowded nearby diner; it was packed with men who had just fucked in bars and clubs in the vicinity. Up close and in the bright light of the diner, Andrew was even more beautiful. We drank coffee, I lit up a Camel, he wanted one and I gave him one. He was flushed and beaming having just gotten his ass stretched open and pounded out by my great cock. He had exceptional cheekbones which made his slightly androgynous face striking. He had a pleasant boyish voice that was faintly masculine, he didn’t sound like a fag. I explained that I was a casting agent. He told me his story.

    He was from a small town in Wisconsin. He was expelled from high school after getting caught giving blowjobs to football team members in the locker room. When he got home, his father took off his belt and gave him a beating for being a fag and getting thrown out of school. His father threw him out of the house. He stayed with a sympathetic aunt before taking a bus to Manhattan, where he could be what he was. He lived in an East Village tenement with two roommates on Avenue C. He worked in a St. Mark’s clothing store.   

    Andrew was just the damaged gay boy I hunt for; oversexed, not too bright, poor and estranged from his family. Boys like him are malleable and open to suggestion. They crave a strong masculine man to dominate them sexually and socially. They’ll do anything they’re told. Andrew was all that and dazzling to look at. I’d already seen him dance, there was one more thing. 
     
    “Can you sing?” I asked.

    “Yes, I was in the glee club” said Andrew.

    “Sing something.”

    “My Country Tis Of Thee” began Andrew, in a light pleasing on-pitch voice.

    “Here,” I said handing him a $20 bill and my business card, “Cab fare. Call my office on Monday to check in. When it’s time, I’m going to have an amazing job for you, it’ll pay a hell of a lot more than the clothing store.”  I paid the check; we went outside, Andrew got in a cab on 11th Avenue to the East Village. 

    The next night, I drove my car to the West Side piers off Christopher Street. That was a lusty milieu with boys marching around selling themselves to men in parked cars. I shooed off boy after boy until the right one came my way. 

    He was medium height, thin and 18. He was wearing tight jeans showing off his great round ass and ample crotch, his right back pocket had a brass key ring, he was into to getting fucked. He wore a white T-shirt under his black leather biker jacket. His dark hair was shaggy, his somehwat swarthy handsome face had a slightly olive complexion, my dick got hard at the sight of this slutty bad boy. He gracefully walked over to my car.

    “20 for a blowjob, 40 to go all the way” he said in a pleasant deep New York accent. I handed him three $20 bills.

    “Mister, get ready to have a blast!” he said as he grinned with a terrific smile, he flicked the Marlboro Red he had been smoking to the ground as he got into my car in the passenger seat and got down to business. His hands rapidly went for my belt, undid it and undid the buttons of my fly. He yanked my jeans down, my hard eight inches jutted up, the head hit the steering wheel. He bent his head down and took my cock in mouth. His lips and tongue were in overdrive as his head bobbed up and down deepthroating my tool, he did a great job of licking my balls. He was a real street whore who knew his trade of sucking cock, I was having a blast getting excellent head. “I’m ready to go all the way” I said. He took my cock out of his mouth. I got out of the car, from my pocket I took a small tube of Vaseline and greased up my cock. He had gotten out of the car and was on his hands and knees, jeans down, exposing his sensational young ass framed by the white straps of his jockstrap. I greased his hole and rammed my cock in his ass. I held his hips as I fucked him. He moaned with joy as my big cock went in and out of ass. I was turned on by doing it in the car with other people around. I piston-fucked him as his ass eagerly bucked against my cock. He had masculine swagger but was really a bitch in a heat. 

    “Oh, yeah!” he hollered, “I’m cumming!”

    With a few more thrusts of my cock, I was cumming in him. We cleaned ourselves up with towels. We redid our jeans. He started to walk away. 

    “Hey, stay awhile, I did pay extra.”

    “Yeah, okay.”

    “I’m Don” I said shaking hand.

    “I’m Anthony.”

    We sat back in the front. I lit a Camel and Anthony lit a Marlboro Red. From the inner pocket of biker jacker, Anthony pulled out a small bottle of Jack Daniels and took a long swig, he was my kind of boy. He handed it to me, I took a short swig. He told me his story.

    Anthony was born and raised in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. It was the usual tale. He realized he was gay, started messing around with guys and got known as the neighborhood fag. His father found out, gave him a beating and threw him out of the house. Anthony moved to Manhattan to a West 14th Street flophouse and started hustling. 

    “Can you sing?” I asked

    Without missing a beat, he began: 

    In the day we sweat it out on the streets
    Of a runaway American dream
    At night we ride through the mansions of glory
    In suicide machines
    Sprung from cages on Highway 9
    Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
    Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
    It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
    We gotta get out while we’re young
    ‘Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run…

    With his deep expressive voice, he was almost as good as Bruce. 

    “Here’s my card, Anthony. On Monday, call my office to check in. Soon, I’m going to have an amazing job for you, you won’t have to sell your mouth and ass to guys in cars again…” Anthony left my car and headed over to another car with a man behind the wheel, he chatted with the driver and then got in. 

    Three nights later was Saturday, I was with some friends at the Duplex, it was and is a major West Village piano bar. The expert pianist played as a mixture of patrons got up on the small stage to sing. Eventually one of the waiters got up to sing. He was a thin medium height 18-year-old redhead with a handsome though haunted face, looking at his eyes I knew he was gay. He sang Fleetwood Mac’s “Hold Me.” His powerful voice commanded silence from the packed place. He sung with such force and emotion; he was overwhelming.  

    Later when I was leaving with my friends I went over to that awesome singing waiter. 

    “You were superb! My name is Don.”

    “Thank you, I’m Edmund” he said in a cheery masculine Irish accent. We started into each other’s eyes.

    “I’m a casting agent, this is my business card, you’re so right for a project I’m working on. This is my personal card with my address and phone number, this is $20 for cab fare. I know you don’t get off work until 4:00 AM, that’s cool. I’d really like for you to come over my place then.”

    “Well Don, I’m off tomorrow and can stay out late” said Edmund in a flirtatious tone and with a lovely smile, “I will see you in the morning…”

    “No cute boy is safe around Don!” laughed one of my friends outside.

    “Hey! I can’t help it if I’m irresistible!” I laughed.

    “I hope the kid has tomorrow off, otherwise he’ll have to call in sick, he won’t be able to wait on tables, he’ll need to recuperate from getting fucked by your dick of death!” we all laughed. “He is off tomorrow! I can fuck him as hard as I like, and he can recuperate all day!”  

    I took a cab to my apartment on 49th between 8th and 9th, getting in at 2:00 AM. I got undressed and went to bed. At 4:30 AM I was awoken by the door buzzer, I staggered out of bed and answered it, then there was a knock at the door. I opened it, there was Edmund in his jeans and blue pullover sweater. His eyes widened at the sight of my muscular nude body and humongous raging hardon. He stepped inside and kissed me on the mouth, we passionately made out as he stroked my dick and fondled my balls as I groped his ass, I put my hand down the back of his jeans and fingered his hole. He whimpered as I led him to the bedroom, he undressed. He had a lean toned body and a nice-sized uncut dick which was hard. We got into the bed, continuing to make out.

    Eventually Edmund pulled his mouth from mine, he knew it time for him to suck my cock. Oh, he kissed the head of my leaking rod, then stretched his cute young mouth oh so wide and took my piece all the way down his throat while staring at me with his bulging eyes. Then he reverently licked my shaft all over and focused on the underside of the head with his velvet tongue. Edmund knew how to give a great blowjob. The motion of his mouth suckling my balls was bringing me close, he sensed that. He positioned himself on his back, raised his legs and spread his ass for me. I got out of the bed and greased my cock and his hole with Vaseline. Oh! His membranes parted for my cock then clamped around it. He sobbed as I penetrated his inner regions, he was so warm tight against my cock when it was buried deep in him. I started fucking him, I bent my head down to kiss him. I don’t often get sentimental, but I felt this fuck was mutually special, there was something about Edmund that moved me. We thrashed about with lust as he received each thrust of my cock in his ass with his gasps of pleasure. Those sounds intensified as my fucking made his dick shoot off, his load splattering my chest. Soon, I was grunting as I came in him. I pulled out and we cleaned ourselves up.

    We sat nude in the living room sipping Jack Daniels on the rocks, the glowing Edmund smoked a Marlboro Red, I smoked a Camel.

    “Thanks, it’s been a while” said Edmund in his Irish accent. 

    “Really? You’re gorgeous, you must get hit on all the time.”

    “Aye, rarely by a man such as yourself. I’ve been with men, but not the way you had me.”

    “And what kind of man am I?”

    “A strong one who is who he is. I saw you watching me when I sang, I wanted you so badly.”

    “Well, you sure got me” I chuckled, “So what’s a nice Irish boy like you doing in New York?”

    Edmund’s voice tightened and his eyes teared, “I’ve never told anyone this…”   

    Edmund grew up in an Irish orphanage of undisclosed parentage. That place was typically horrific with priests not being priestly. At 16, Edmund was sent to work in a pub, the owner was no better than the priests. Edmund learned the bar trade and began singing there. When he turned 18, three months ago, with money he saved he made it to New York. He lived way up in Inwood, sharing an apartment with three other male illegal Irish immigrants who were straight.  

    We drank some more Jack Daniels.

    “Well, I’d best be getting on my way” said Edmund.

    “No, you’re welcome to stay and sleep in” I said surprising myself. As you know, I’m a fuck’em and leave’em kind of guy.

    “That would be grand, if you really want me to.”

    “Yes, I want you to” I said before kissing him. We got into bed, I cuddled Edmund as we fell asleep.

    I woke at noon to the great feeling and sight of Edmund with my hard dick in his mouth. He was in the process of showing his appreciation of me by giving me a fantastic blowjob. I shot off my large load in his throat, he swallowed my cum, then took his mouth off my cock, the rest of my cum drenched his adorable face and red hair. We showered, dressed and I took him to brunch at Curtain Up! This was a great simple restaurant frequented by show people, on the wall were the names of virtually every performer known at the time. We had steak and eggs and Bloody Mary’s. Edmund got to me. He was a tortured lost soul; he was young and could get past all that through happiness. We’d enjoy whatever it was we were having before it would inevitably have to end. 

    “Hey, instead of staying in Inwood with a bunch of nasty blokes, until this project takes off why don’t you stay with me?”

    “Oh, that mysterious project!”

    “All in good time, it’ll mean you won’t have to wait on tables and get leered at.”

    “Well, Mr. Don Castellano, if you want me, I’m all yours.”

    “Oh, I want you!”

    After brunch, we took a cab to Inwood. Edmund’s shared apartment was a real dump, his roommates were scruffy brutes in their early 20’s wearing grimy jeans. He packed up his things in one suitcase, I peeled off three-hundred-dollar bills and handed them to a brute on account of Edmund leaving on such short notice. 

    “Ed, we’re going to miss you, how about a last suck?” said one of the roommates in a deep Irish accented voice.

    “Okay, Liam” said Edmund as he got on his knees.

    The three hulking roommates sat on a tattered living room couch, unzipped their worn jeans and pulled out their large uncut Irish cocks. One by one Edmund sucked off each cock, swallowing down each of the young men’s loads. The priests had trained Edmund well, he could go far with a mouth such as his. We cabbed back to my place. 

    “Oh! I love Bette Davis! This one is my favorite!” Edmund hollered as All About Eve began on my large living room television as we smoked and drank Jack Daniels. I can still hear Edmund joyously pronouncing her name as BET Davis in his Irish accent. After the movie, we undressed, went to in the bed and had another hot sweaty fuck. 

    Monday morning, after Edmund gave me a fabulous morning blowjob, I told him to call the Duplex’s manager and quit.

    “I can’t do that!” 

    “Sure, you can. They’re paying you so little because it’s under the table, you’re worth more. You don’t need to be busting your ass there. Until you get a payday, I’ll take care of you, it’s cool.”

    Edmund called the manager who took the news in stride.

    “I’m going to work, meet me at Gallagher’s on 52nd Street at 6:00 PM for dinner.”

    “What’ll I do all day? I’m used to working?”

    “I don’t know, go to the movies, go to a museum, go to bed, you’ll think of something” I said peeling off a few twenty-dollar-bills and putting them on the kitchen table along with a spare set of keys to my apartment. 

    “Oh, so now I’m a kept woman!” giggled Edmund.

    “Hey babe, you’re worth every penny” I said as I kissed Edmund and groped his ass.

    Yes, during work, I got my cock sucked in my office by a cute young wannabe hopeless striving actor, then I fucked him on my desk. Hey, you know me, I’m no saint.

    At 6:00 PM, there was the beaming Edmund waiting in front of Gallagher’s, a historic steakhouse. He was all wholesome and shiny in his khakis and button-down blue shirt, he’d dressed up. They knew me there; I was fine in jeans and a plaid shirt. 

    “Look at that!” exclaimed Edmund at the sight of all the displayed beef aging in the showcase refrigerator on the way in. The host led us to a secluded table.

    “Jesus! Look at these prices!” gasped Edmund when he was looking at the menu, “I’ve never been to such a grand restaurant.”

    “Good evening, Mr. Castellano” said the middle-aged suited waiter.

    “Good evening, Louis. We’ll start with a Caesar salad and crab cake to share, the Porterhouse for two, creamed spinach and hash browns, and two vodka martinis.”

    “Very good, Mr. Castellano.”

    Edmund told me about his day, he walked around and ended up at the Museum of Modern Art. It was the first museum he’d been to, he spent hours there dazzled. 

    We finished dinner and another martini. We headed to Xenon; it was a major NYC nightclub in Times Square. It was packed with beautiful people. I flashed a card and we were admitted into the VIP section to a booth. I ordered a bottle of champagne. “I could get used to this!” exclaimed Edmund. We took in the scene. Then I led Edmund to the dance floor. Of course, I needn’t have worried. He was a fantastic dancer with his youthful expressive moves, he was smiling and into it. My dick got so hard watching him as we danced together. He could see the bulge in my jeans and dirty danced with his ass in his khakis grinding against the hardon in my jeans. We were in the groove, dancing and drinking champagne.

    We cabbed back to my place, tore off our clothes and got into bed. Edmund passionately sucked my cock, then I passionately fucked him, we came at the same time. I cuddled him afterward. Edmund was perfect, as were Andrew and Anthony…

                                                                                                                   ***

    A month earlier I had a lunch meeting at the 21 Club with Steve Krantz. He was a foremost independent music producer. He was 38 years old, short, in shape, had a hawk-like nose and a receding hairline. His greatest feature was that he was hung, he was bigger than me. He miraculously was blessed with eight-an-half inches of girthy cock, and two giant balls. Above the waist, Steve wasn’t much, below the waist he was a god. He was gay, and an aggressive total top, my kind of guy. We’d bonded over the years during some wild fuck sessions. He was as vicious in fucking as he was in business. Boys could get past his lack of good looks when then got a look at his equipment. He broke a lot of hearts and a lot of asses. 

    “MTV is it!” began Steve. “I want to create a new boy band who pop in videos. Don, that’s where you come in. Find me three gorgeous boys that teenage girls will get wet over and gay men will cream over. They must sing at least competently, dance fantastically, have charm and are not faggy. And of course, they have to put out” he chuckled. 

    “Steve, this project is right up my alley. I’ll get working on it…”

    I was sitting in a suite at the Pierre a month later. Steve wore jeans and a blue T-shirt. His 24-year-old nephew Sam was there. He was a handsome tall built blond, in jeans, brown cowboy boots and a dark blue Dior shirt. 

    Andrew, Anthony and Edmund were standing before us in white jockstraps.

    “Fuck, Don!” yelled Steve, “You’ve outdone yourself! They’re gorgeous! My dick is rock hard looking at them! That is the true test in show business!”

    “Wait till you see them in action!” I said.

    For two weeks, the three boys had been working with a singing teacher and a choreographer on a group number. I pressed the play button on a boom box that played a jumping music track. For the next five minutes, the boys commandingly sang in harmony and separately, while thrillingly dancing. The mediocre song was over. 

    “They ARE the band!” yelled Steve, “Now we’ll seal the deal!” he said as he stood and took off his jeans and T-shirt. His body was thin and toned, his massive erection and globular balls were revealed. I heard the boys gasp, I had coached them on what to expect, but SEEING IT was believing. Steve sat in a wingchair with his legs spread and snorted cocaine. 

    The boys scampered over to him and got on their knees. Oh! Those boys were gaga for Steve’s gigantic cock. It was big enough for all three to lick it at the same time. They took turns do their best deepthroating it. Their three young faces were suckling Steve’s heavy ball sack. Steve looked a king on a throne in a Renaissance painting being serviced by his courtiers.  

    “Take a break, boys” ordered Steve in his gruff voice. “Help yourselves” he said indicating a bowl of cocaine on the coffee table. Andrew, Anthony and Edmund’s dicks were all straining in their jockstraps. They each grabbed small spoons and began snorting cocaine. Steve wanted them buzzed for the main event and being blasted would really put them in the mood. “Get in the bed, hands and knees, ass up!” ordered Steve.

    Andrew, Anthony and Edmund positioned themselves on the round bed as ordered. They could all look at each other, their coked-up faces all had expressions of wild lust, they were panting to get fucked by Steve’s incredible cock. 

    One by one, Steve slapped their asses and then greased their holes from a tub of Vaseline. Then he greased up his fantastic tool. He rammed it straight into Andrew who let out a bloodcurdling scream. Steve bucked his hips and fucked Andrew, then he pulled out and shoved his cock into Anthony who hollered, “Jesus!” Edmund bellowed when it was his turn to get impaled. It was fascinating to see how their assholes stretched out and around to accommodate Steve’s epic rod. After sampling each boy ass and giving each of them a taste of his cock, Steve methodically fucked Andrew who let out the most orgasmic yelps as he came in his jock, Anthony wailed as Steve fucked him and made him cum. Lucky Edmund sobbed as he came, and Steve groaned as he shot off in Edmund. He pulled out, there was my Edmund’s gaping hole oozing with Steve’s cumload. Steve swaggered to the bathroom.

    Sam and I had taken our clothes off. Sam was a built blond stud with eight cut inches. The boys took turns sucking our cocks and we took turns fucking them. Steve returned from his shower wearing a dark blue thick velour robe and sat at a desk. “Pleasure, now business” he said, “Take a seat boys.” Andrew, Anthony and Edmund, staggered out of the soiled bed and limped to three seats across from Steve.

    “These are your 5-year contracts. You will be known as Andy, Tony, and Eddy, respectively.  You will record an album, you will make a video, you will go on tour. I get 40% of all net earnings after recoupment, you each get 15%, Don gets a 5% finder’s fee in perpetuity, Sam gets 10% as your manager. He will run the day-to-day operations. He will also be your pimp. During the day you will be pimped out to clients in between publicity and promotion. At night after your shows, you will be pimped out to high rollers who want to fuck stars. You will each get 50% of such revenues. Sign it.”

    The coked out and fucked out boys all signed. What else were they going to do? Potential pop stardom beat working the docks or in a clothing store or waiting on tables.

    “Clean yourselves up, get dressed, Sam will take you to his apartment where you will live before you go out on the road.” Said Steve. Sam had a two-bedroom on East 57th Street. One for him and one for Andy, Tony and Eddy to share. They all went off to shower, they returned dressed and left with Sam. I shook hands with Steve, took a shower dressed and left. My work was done. 

    “Sonny” was the name of the band. An album of 10 songs was recorded. Rolling Stone trashed it but put the group on the cover as they were so stunning together. They got a lot of press and were seen as a minor though winning contrivance of the moment. The one hit was “Andrea, it charted at #10.” It was a rocking provocative song about a bad girl each of the boys had fucked. The racy homoerotic video with the boys in tight light blue jumpsuits was filmed in a garage was in heavy rotation on MTV and was nominated for their awards. Two other similar videos were filmed. For the next year, Sonny performed all over the U.S. in theaters, the highlight was a sold-out show at Radio City Music Hall. 

    I went to the after-party at the Warwick Hotel where the Beatles stayed. It was some party, talk about sex, drugs and rock and roll! I took my clothes off and joined Steve, Sam and 10 upper echelon men who had paid for the privilege of fucking three sensational boys in a suite as cocaine was consumed. Edmund, Anthony and Andrew, had all by now acclimated to the lifestyle of putting out en masse. Every cock was sucked to perfection by them, and their asses were all multiply used. 

    Then it was on to Asia, they were big in Japan, Korea and the Philippines. It all fell apart after two years. A month after celebrating his 40th birthday with a wild orgy I had attended, Steve Krantz died of a heart attack. His company crumbled without him, Sonny disbanded, there was no interest from other music companies in maintaining the band which was regarded as a joke and known to be comprised of hustlers as many executives had fucked them. Still, the boys all came out it well off. 

    Edmund settled down in Tokyo with a young Japanese businessman. Anthony paired up with agent Sam and moved to Los Angeles where they produced porn flicks. Andrew fell in love with a hot roadie and they opened a Fire Island night club called Sonny’s, it was decorated with band memorabilia. Some old queens would reminisce about having seen them in concert; others could brag about having fucked them. 

  • The horny builder

    I’m bi and I have a few pair of panties I sometimes put on. Im in middle of getting some work done to house. About 3 week ago the 2 guys woke me up to get in so I went down let them in got dressed and went out tellingthem ill be back about 4ish. The older lad told me he was finishing early today but the other lad was carrying on on his own. I remember there was a pair of red panties and bra set on the bedroom floor from the night before as I had a sneaky wank in them. I came home about 2ish and the younger lad who is in early 20s proper chav lads lad athletic build and short dark hair was working away on his own. I made him a brew and had small talk he asked me about if had Mrs or anything. I told him no and that im bi but prefer guys as its less hassle. Literally his face dropped and he seemed a bit shocked. He went back to finish off what he was doing and about 15 min later I went to my bedroom to get something.

    At this point I notice the red bra and panties on floor I picked them up and they had spunk in them I knew it was spunk it was still warm my cock was throbbing. I tasted the cum and I wrapped them around my cock and wanked myself off shot my load and went downstairs

    A hour or so later the young lad came downstairs and again we spoke. At this point I made a point of mentioning about been single and bi. He said about me still been able to get a bit of pussy still. I told him its been about 5 month since I have been with a woman. And he was like really I couldn’t go that long without pussy to wich I replied but I’ve had enough cock and made a joke about having some bloke last night. His face was a picture he looked confused and was looking nervous. I laughed I think he realised they were mine and he had been sniffing them and cum in them earlier.  He went back upstairs and he eventually finished about 4ish. On his way out he told me he was done and I said ill see you Tomorrow.

    I decided that night I was gona have a few ones and have a sessh.  About 8 pm I got a tex it was the younger lad saying he had left something and would I mind if he came round to get it. I said yes he knocked on door it was 8.45 I let him in and I forgot to hide my stuff which was on the table he notice and made comment about he wouldn’t have thought I was the type.  He went upstairs and came back down and I asked did he get what he left. Nah he replied I must have it in the van. He said about me having a good night and asked who I was with I told him I was alone. Anyway I offered him a drink he sat down whilst I went in kitchen and when I walked back in he looked shy. I sat down and he just said please don’t tell anyone. I said about what he looked at me and he was on about wanking with the panties. I laughed and said dont worry I won’t say anything. He looked more relaxed at this point. He tried saying not done it before I said dont worry we do what we do and keep quiet. I told him I found it horny and I again told him I won’t say anything.  And feel free to leave me a nice load anytime. He said im straight but ill let u watch me wank off and cum for you. My cock was hard at this point as he was fit I joked saying well if you are hung anytime. He said he was about 8 and I said yeh whatever. He stood up and flopped his girthy long uncut cock out of his trackys and said that’s just soft what do u think. I said I was impressed he sat back down exposing his cock and started wanking literally he was hard in seconds he kept asking do I like it telling me loads of birds love his cock as they can’t get enough of it.  He took off his top his body was lean and not very hairy. He played with his nipples and told me to wank too so I did do. He said I had a good size cock but I wasn’t as big as him . After a few mins he stood up and said he was gona cum as he said it he moved closer to me shooting his load over my face he slapped his meat over my face and told me to stick my tounge out and open my mouth

    He slapped his bell end on end of my tounge and drained the last of his cum on my tounge.

    That’s better im off leave panties on floor tomorrow for me bye

  • The Gulf & the Cove

    Peace, Love, & Music

    “Meeting the lieutenant and hearing his story was the foundation of what I did after that. I took his word as gospel. The man was in pain. He was overwrought by that battle and the loss of his men. When he told me the officers giving the orders were in some command post far from the battle. He wasn’t happy about that. He’d have done the search if not for his orders. The man had regrets,” Ivan said.

    “There were other men in worse shape than the lieutenant. He was the first one I helped to see beyond his pain to talk about Boris. Talking about it helped him. Some of the men in his company and at that battle weren’t able to get beyond their time in Vietnam. When I ran into one of those, I walked away. Whatever knowledge they had was best left alone,” Ivan said. “I learned a little about soldiers while I was out there that first year. It changed how I felt about that war.”

    “One soldier met me in a bar. ‘Can’t miss it. It’s the only thing on the road you’ll come in on in the way of civilization. Two minutes later, if you keep going, you’ll be leaving the berg.’”

    “He was a big guy. Manny I think his name was. I went into the bar at two in the afternoon. He said it didn’t matter what time, he’d be there. I thought he either worked there or maybe he owned it. I was wrong on both counts. It’s where he did his drinking because, ‘My Mama won’t let me drink in the house. There’s an old wreck in the backyard where I drink if I don’t want to hope someone carries me home once I’m plastered,’ he said.”

    “I sat next to him on a bar stool drinking root beer. I sat there for a couple of hours. We started off OK. ‘I remember that battle,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know Boris well. I was in another squad. He was OK I guess. We walked into a shit storm that day. Up north somewhere in that shithole. There was nowhere to go. They were around us on three sides. You couldn’t hear yourself think. A million AK-47s were going ratta tat tat. Cooley, my bud, took a hit in the middle of his chest….’ The bartender walked to the end of the bar where we sat. ‘Kenny, 4 Roses, bottle….’ The bartender said, ‘It’s a little early for dinner, Axle.’ He began to stand, and stand, and stand. He was maybe six seven. Kenny brought back the bottle and set it down,” Ivan said. “You could see the bartender cared about the guy but he wouldn’t fight him over his drinking. I pictured the two of them in school together a few years ago,” Ivan said, sitting back and thinking soda.

    “That was it. He took three shots in the next two minutes. He stared off at a place I couldn’t see. Big men, small men, no man went to war and came back untouched. A couple of soldiers bragged about greasing fucking gooks. These guys would have loved killing no matter what they called the people at the other end of his gun. These guys weren’t cool. They were stone cold killers. Life, someone else’s life, means nothing to them. Casualties of war don’t always fall on a battlefield. When you teach a sociopath to kill, and he finds out he likes it, it won’t end well for the people he know,” Ivan said. “Interviews with a psychopath were short affairs. I could feel contempt rolling off them. My mission was to bring my brother home. It was a mission they couldn’t relate to. They weren’t interested in salvation and it gave me chills. I beat a retreat when I felt the telltale blank stare and I could feel the cold as ice eyes on me,” Ivan said. “I let my instincts be the guide in those situations. It’s not hard to sense some guys might be dangerous.”

    “At times I heard the detachment in their voices over the phone. At first I liked walking up to a house and knocking on the soldier’s door. It’s harder to shut a door in someone’s face than it is to hang up a phone. The way I looked made it hard for his buddies to close the door, but sometimes I called. Like when I lucked out with the lieutenant. I went into the phone booth to get out of the weather and I looked him up. Good move on my part,” Ivan said. “I’d been told a lot of stories and the lieutenant was able to tie them together into one neat story.”

    “I had a map in my pocket by the time I went to Idaho. The lieutenant put it in the bag with the sweets. It was torn out of an atlas or off a map. It had that kind of bright color to it. At a spot in the northwest corner of Vietnam was a tiny x. It was on the border with Cambodia. Showing it to soldiers who would know what the x meant, might not be wise. I already knew what the x meant. Most soldiers would recognize it as a place over there they’d once been. To other soldiers it could be a spot they wanted to forget. A place where a lot of dying was done. Remembering Axle told me to tread lightly on that hallowed ground,” Ivan said. “The lieutenant told me what I needed to know about that x.

    “For the first time I had a spot to start my search, once I reached Vietnam. One day I’d be where that x was on the map. I had no idea how hard that would be or how long it would take.”

    I was drained and Ivan tossed in the towel on the first episode of a story that spanned ten years.

    *****

    Ivan continued expanding the plans for the cove during the day and telling us his story after dinner. I tried to get a look at his plans when I took him lunch but he installed a heavy gauge piece of black paper over the plans.

    I was sure that was intended to discourage prying eyes when he wasn’t standing behind his desk. So much for keeping up with the changes and additions to the plans. I was getting a double dose of reality each evening as I learned where Ivan went and what he did and it was eye opening to say the least.

    This was the easy part. He moved around the country and gathered information. He was safe doing that. If he got too homesick, all he needed to do was stick out his thumb. He was where coming home was still easy.

    *****

    I settled into a productive conservancy routine. There was more time for diving. Randi was anxious to transcribe my notes into English. Then she went me one better, suggesting I dictate my notes to her after a dive.

    ‘In this way I can put the proper emphasis where you want it,’ she told me

    I liked Randi. I’d never been told my handwriting sucked in a more gracious way. I’d suggest giving her a raise when Harry made it home again.

    Being able to read my notes would please Harry, who once told me, ‘Your notes are like hieroglyphics from my ancient history class.’

    Randi was more than willing to go back over my notes for the last few years and do her best to transcribe them into English. When we were at the conservancy laboratory together, we were usually in my office attending to this monumental task.

    There was another benefit that went beyond no one needing to decipher my scrawl. Randi better understood how to organize her notes by seeing how I organized my notes. She was a quick learner.

    Jack was probably quite intelligent. He was quiet and didn’t say much. It’s how I would have been under such circumstances.

    I was a guy and Randi was a girl, Jack could have been thinking the boy girl thing was going on. It was a line of thought I wanted to nip in the bud, once Jack became more quiet. Randi was a beautiful woman who solved an ongoing problem for his boss. It was getting a lot of attention right now. In the near future, Randi would be on her own. If she ran into something I needed to explain, I would.

    Harry hired Jack and that meant Jack could do my job if I didn’t return. I didn’t want to lose him and I intended to make sure I didn’t.

    I would turn some of my responsibility at the conservancy over to Jack. In particular I needed him analyzing water samples and reading papers on the impact new chemicals had on the environment.

    I’d let Jack find his niche at the laboratory. I’d find what he enjoyed doing and assign him work accordingly. He was looking forward to working with me when I met him and that suited me fine. I’d work with him every chance I got and make sure he had plenty to do when we weren’t working together.

    One afternoon a week we’d collaborate on our findings in the last week. By discussing what we were doing and we could double-check our findings before making them part of the official record.

    This was key to getting the most out of the good minds Harry had provided me. I intended to use those minds to get the best results possible. Randi would sit in and have a say about what she was thinking. She’d learn by being part of the team and I’d encourage questions.

    I wasn’t creating work but working together, I’d let Jack apply himself to areas he liked. I’d been working alone for years and having help meant we could cover more ground faster and provide Harry with more ammunition for his fight in Washington.

    I told Jack I ordered his SCUBA gear. It probably wasn’t the best place to start in making Jack an integral part of the conservancy. I wanted the hard stuff put behind us.

    Upon hearing my plan, Jack looked less than enthusiastic. He was as anxious to go diving as he might be to jump out of a perfectly good plane. No one working in my lab was going to be a landlubber.

    If Jack ever needed to take over for me, he needed to be a diver. I intended to see that he became one. Harry would approve.

    If I played my cards right, Jack would be begging to go diving after a visit to the underwater world. I didn’t expect miracles but I’d been traveling on the Gulf in the Vilnius II for years before I went diving the first time. I had no idea of the beauty that was a few feet below my feet. I couldn’t wait to go diving again and that’s how diving became part of my career.

    Imagine going SCUBA diving as part of your job.

    I’d pay to go diving. I expected some version of my reaction to diving from Jack. He didn’t need to love it. Not minding would do.

    I didn’t see how a marine biologist wouldn’t be changed by it.

    I checked my weight. I was five eleven and one hundred and sixty-five pounds. I couldn’t pinch an inch of fat but in my mind I was constantly eating. I was also constantly in motion.

    *****

    After sirloin steak and homemade fries, we headed for Ivan’s deck to hear episode two of Ivan’s travels. We’d taken off a night to play Goofy Golf and go for pizza.

    Ivan was ready to go again after the night off.

    “Each soldier’s story was an experience in the study of human nature. After the lieutenant and Axle, I came to the conclusion that I had to walk away from the Axles sooner and use the lieutenant’s story to tell me how much credence to give other stories I was told. The lieutenant was an officer. He was not emotionally attached to Boris, beyond Boris being one of his men who should have never been left behind. The battlefield was chaos and the lieutenant knew it was no one’s fault,” Ivan said. “The soldiers were there to watch each other’s back. They were together every day and their lives depended on each other.”

    “The soldiers gave details of the battle an officer wouldn’t have. At first the emotion was comforting. They cared about Boris. Someone like Big Boy may have cared too much to see things clearly. Having a more objective view of the action meant it would be easier to select new facts from the clouded memories emotion painted.”

    “There were guys who showed no outward sign of being in distress but both the lieutenant and Axle taught me something on that front. Too much emotion, too much grief over losing a friend could be hiding beneath the clouded world alcohol and other substances provide.

    “Maybe something in a soldier’s background could explain the disabling effect of Vietnam on him. Maybe it wasn’t the war at all. Maybe having crappy childhoods explained their sad condition. The brutality of war had some men coming apart at the seams,” Ivan said.

    “I felt it was two sides of the same coin. The lieutenant couldn’t do enough for me and he told me important facts only he knew. He began at the beginning and he told the story all the way to the end of what was known. This narrowed my focus,” Ivan said.

    “The soldiers stories’ could be weighed against the story of the man in charge. This being fairly early into my search, I didn’t understand what the anti war movement might have to do with my success. They were against the war. The idea was to keep as many young men as possible out of the war. How could they hold the key to getting me into Vietnam?” Ivan said. “It goes to the ignorance of youth. To be well organized and effective, the anti war leaders needed to have allies inside the machine, inside the army, and they did.”

    “The part of the anti war movement I got to see were the foot soldiers. They marched against the war and they waited to be told when and where the next march would be. They were the hippies, the draft resisters. I saw the hippies out there every time I hitched a ride. At first I hardly noticed them. As time went on there were more and more of them on the side of the same highways I was on. I was curious when I saw them.”

    “This was while I was getting farther west. Then I met the lieutenant and Axle after I moved as far west as I’d been. I had enough names that allowed me to go in a straight line for a while and then I’d start east, where most of the soldiers in Boris’s unit lived. I got a sensation, once I turned back to the east, I’d find what I was looking for on the West Coast. Things people said. The fact everyone who came home from Vietnam returned through California before they were shipped home.” Ivan said. “I’d been out there nearly a year and I was becoming more organized and asking better questions.”

    “After leaving Kansas and two soldiers later, I watched Axle shutting down in front of me without me knowing that’s what he was doing until it was done. He disappeared inside himself or inside the bottle of 4 Roses on the bar where we talked. It didn’t take a genius to know I had a role in what happened to the soldiers I talked to. I wasn’t God and it wasn’t my idea to meet anyone in a bar. I felt for Axle but there was nothing I could do to rescue his troubled soul. Someone else was responsible for that. I couldn’t take responsibility for the guys I met. It was the most important thing I learned my first year out there.”

    Ivan sipped soda a while and he checked out the clouds as they rolled past.

    “I was developing a plan by this time. In each town I would visit the local Dairy Queen first. Towns with more than 200 people have one. No one didn’t like Dairy Queen and it would be my headquarters in a new place,” Ivan said.

    “Being nineteen and applying for a job qualified me for a management position at Dairy Queen. I was immediately put in charge of sixteen and eighteen year old employes,” Ivan said.

    “I would then establish a residence, usually a boarding house on or near Main Street run by a respectable widow. It would be recommended to me by the man giving me my interview at DQ. I’d take a room there and pay a week in advance. I didn’t always stay a week at the DQ or the boarding house,” Ivan said.

    “Interviewing Vietnam vets was something I decided I should do on neutral turf. I never wanted to do another interview in a bar if it could be avoided. The DQ always had picnic tables. On the first meeting it was my working persona in my silly DQ hat and I wanted to chat. No one objected to meeting me at DQ and I did a quick assessment when I saw the former soldier walking up. I’d figure out where to start once we sat down at a picnic table,” Ivan said.

    “Because I was Boris’ brother and because I looked like him, the reaction to me was peculiar. I told them they’d know me because of the silly hat and because I looked like Boris. In public their reaction was muted. No one wanted to look bad in public. After the first meeting, there might be more and I might move on the next day.”

    “’You want to go to Vietnam? Join the army. You’ll get to Vietnam faster than you can say, ‘Jack Robinson, I don’t mind telling you,’ a buddy of Boris’ in Ohio told me. I said I had no beef with the Vietnamese. I was going to find Boris. This little tidbit got me some long stares. Being in that DQ hat meant I looked harmless. However, it didn’t rule out the possibility of my being crazy. Once we got past the initial weirdness, they listened and answered what questions they could. Some were OK. Others remained distant, suspicious of me. My resemblance to Boris didn’t hurt,” Ivan said.

    “To most of them the battle was fierce and deadly. They were marching along on a mission no one but the officers knew about. Charlie usually avoided a force of hundreds. One minute it was just marching and wondering where we were going this time. The next minute all hell broke loose. Most guys were glad they got home alive and they were sorry Boris wasn’t so lucky,” Ivan said.

    “It was September and the nights were almost cool enough to get some sleep where I was. I’d just hitchhiked into northwestern Maryland from Sharon, Pennsylvania. I’d been up two days and before I went to sleep, I wanted to hear your voice. Not yours Dylan; you were two months old and auditioning for the Metropolitan Opera,” Ivan said. “I wanted to get an address for a soldier in Atlanta or Mobile, and I’d go home once I got that close.”

    He looked as though he was seeing what he was about to tell us.

    “I knew Lucy’s voice when I heard it. She’s always cheerful and I cheered up a bit, but there was something wrong, I’d never heard Lucy sound like that. She said, ‘Sunshine died. Everyone is a little low right now. Call back later in the week.’ She hung up.”

    Ivan drank soda. Dylan leaned forward to see his father’s face. I swallowed hard and remember it well.

    Ivan cleared his throat.

    “I’d gotten a job at the local DQ. I’d taken a room at the only boarding house in that town. I called the soldier to ask him to meet me at the DQ,” he said.

    “I literally dropped everything. I don’t think I hung up the phone. I went out to the Interstate. I don’t remember giving it a second thought. I had to get to you, babe. I’d just stuck my thumb out. A trucker pulled over right away. Some days I could stand for hours and think I’d die there waiting for a ride. Some days, that day, I would have walked to get to you if I had to, but I didn’t.”

    “’Where you heading?’ the driver asked. ‘Florida,’ I said. ‘I’m heading for Atlanta. You’ll have no trouble getting to Florida from Atlanta.’ he said.”

    Ivan sipped his soda and thought about the trip home. He hadn’t shown a lot of emotion beyond a little humor over his early days on the road. This experienced had moved him.

    “I don’t think we said ten words to each other in ten hours. He could tell I had a desperate look to me. I didn’t try to hide how anxious I was to get home. I felt terrible I wasn’t there for you when… well… when Sunshine passed,” Ivan said sadly.

    “Water under the bridge,” I said. “You came home to be with me. You stayed until I got my feet back under me. It was a big help. Those were hard days indeed.”

    “Yes they were,” Ivan said.

    Dylan remained quiet. He didn’t remember his mother. There were pictures of her from a trip we made to Key West in an album in Dylan’s nightstand. There was a big picture of Sunshine and me on the wall over his the head of his bed.

    “I stayed quite a while. I needed to see you were back on your feet before I left. Then, you let me out one day on your way to school. You’d taken off from school the second semester the year before and I went with you to school when you started going again. One day I went back on the road and returned to Maryland,” Ivan said.

    “Seems like it was a lifetime ago,” I said.

    “It’s exactly a lifetime for me,” Dylan said.

    “Before I came home to stay with you over those months, the hippies began to be on the highway in larger and larger numbers. I’d gotten over my reluctance to speak to them. I heard what every one heard, ‘Dirty, smelly, good for nothing hippies.’ What should a government say when the people they plan to send to war, don’t go?”

    “They said those things to discourage other kids from joining the anti war movement,” I said.

    “The Vietnamese are gooks,” Ivan said. “Our government pushed that one too. Actually, the Vietnamese are a kind and gentle people. Hardly an image of people soldiers feel good about killing,” Ivan said.

    “I never smelled a hippie. On the other hand, some pickup trucks I got in smelled like they were washed in beer. They were just kids to me. Like I was in charge of at the DQ. Mostly they ate and laughed and had a good time at the DQ. The hippies came right out of the employes door of the Dairy Queens where I worked. It was mostly boys but there were girls. They were white and black and most shades in between, but mostly they were white. Some wore more stylish clothes than others, but on the road clothes wore out fast. Faded jeans and tee-shirts was the uniform of the day. Tee-shirts were where the color was. Bright primary colors, flowers, and loads of peace symbols. Worn out tennis shoes showed the toll the miles took on the devoted hippies. They lived on the highway between towns.”

    “Flower power,” Dylan said.

    “It was,” Ivan said. “Some kids were from NYC and Boston and others were from Conway, Golden, and Elk City. No two of us were from the same place but we ended up on a freeway ramp together. I found it exhilarating. These were bright happy go lucky kids. We were all on the road because of Vietnam. The war moved us. The idea of killing and dying sickened us. It didn’t matter what old men in Washington said. They had our permission to pick a fight with anyone they cared to and by all means take those who loved war with them. We didn’t mind.”

    “Why don’t the leaders go fight wars they start?” Dylan asked.

    “They’re politicians. They start fights. They don’t fight them. They let the lucky kids have all the fun,” Ivan said.

    “They should organize the people who like war and they can be the army,” I said.

    “You’re using logic. It makes too much sense. A politician would look for the catch and rule the idea out when they didn’t find one,” Ivan said.

    “Everyone on the road knew someone who was killed or ruined over there. Guys on their block, in their class at school, a brother, a friend went over there and didn’t come home. Over there became a cuss word for Vietnam. No one wanted to go over there.”

    “The hippies were against the government?” Dylan asked.

    “They called it the counterculture,” I said. “They were protesting our country going to someone else’s country to kill the people living there. They were protesting a government that did things like that. They were protesting people who supported it. They promoted love and peace and nonviolence. They didn’t want to go to Vietnam. They didn’t want to die over there. The only way to avoid the draft was to be on the road when that letter came saying, ‘Report for your physical. It’s hard to do laundry and take showers when you need to keep moving to stay healthy. No one had it in mind to “Be the first one on your block to come home in a box.””

    “You got that right,” Ivan said.

    “You hitched with them?” Dylan asked.

    “Sure. It was the quickest way to get a ride. Even in love it or leave it country, people stopped because we were hippies. Not everyone is indoctrinated into the government line. Parents of kids in the military stopped. Pickup trucks and vans were most likely to stop. People who paid a very high price for war needed to stop for the hippies. People waved if they couldn’t fit us in their vehicle. Everyone flipped the peace sign. It’s like we were all part of a club.”

    “Peace sign?” Dylan asked.

    Ivan flipped his first two fingers up in a V. Dylan did the same thing.

    “Peace,” Ivan said.

    “Peace,” Dylan said. “The antidote for war.”

    Clouds rolled into the night sky to hide its light. The Gulf was louder than usual. It was going to rain tomorrow and tonight was a prelude to the first rain since last month’s storm.

    *****

    “In August before I hitchhiked into Maryland and eventually home, I was moving east on I-80. I stopped in Nebraska, Illinois, and Ohio. The kids were moving east in large numbers,” Ivan said.

    “I’d been seeing their numbers increasing but this was a flood of hippie hitchhikers. When I was dropped off on a ramp with three of them already there, they came over to me when I didn’t approach them. They were talking excitedly about their destination. They were going to upstate New York where there would be three days of peace, love, and music. All the greatest bands alive would be there. This would be the greatest concert ever. A million people would be there.”

    “Woodstock,” I said.

    “Woodstock,” Ivan said. “’Three days of ‘Peace, love, and music, and nothing but peace, love, and music,’ according to Max Yasgur,”

    “Who’s that?” Dylan asked.

    “He owned the farm where the concert took place.”

    “Cool,” Dylan said.

    “When I got back on the road in October, the hippies were heading west. They’d been to one anti war protest and there were more scheduled for Seattle, Sacramento, and L.A. It was the winter headquarters for the anti war protesters. I never figured that after a year, I’d end up in the middle of the anti war movement. It was impossible to avoid it. Whenever a few hundred thousand hippies moved somewhere, it was difficult not to move with them. That’s how I ended up becoming an anti war protester.”

    “It was warmer in the west than in the east after October. There was no place like San Francisco or Los Angeles for the winter months. I’d saved the contacts I had on the West Coast with that in mind,” Ivan said.

    “I lived on this beach most of my life. Almost all my life when it comes to memories of things I did. Big cities are a trip,” I said.

    “Far out,” Dylan said.

    I laughed at my flower children.

    “Here people are friendly because we all know each other. Out there people are friendly because it’s easier and more fun that being a Grinch. I liked being out there. There were people who would feed you and houses where they let hippies stay so they weren’t on the street late at night. Everyone pitched in and did something to help and for that you ate and you could crash in their house,” Ivan said.

    “Crash?” Dylan asked.

    “Sleep. People smiled more out there. Maybe because they weren’t freezing back east. The peace sign was the universal sign for peace and love. You couldn’t walk down a block in the U District. without having the peace sign flipped your way a dozen times. There was no place like it in the universe, Seattle. I watched a hippie girl walk up one side of the street and she panhandled for change. She was young with long blond hair and a typical hippie chick. She’d collect three, four, maybe five dollars from the straights out for lunch.”

    “Straights?” Dylan asked.

    “In this context a non-hippie type. She’d go to the other side of the street and whatever she collected, she handed out to the kids panhandling on that side of the street. It was like totally cool,’ Ivan said.

    “Far out,” Dylan said.

    *****

  • Pandora’s Box

    After sucking off Diego, my younger brother, I knew I wanted to get fucked by his huge 10 inch cock.I was always careful having the guy use a condom but with my brother I wanted his cock raw. I wanted to in the end have him unload into my ass especially because his load of cum was enormous.

    I got my chance about three days after me and my friend had sucked him off. I sucked him off first, then my friend serviced him. He called me and as we were talking he sent me a photo of his hard cock. He asked if I had time to help him out. I knew what he meant and told him to stop over when he had a chance.

    It wasn’t two minutes later my doorbell rang .It was Diego. I let him in  and he ran upstairs to my bedroom. I followed him and watched him strip  and I did the same. I asked if he wanted to shower first hoping he would say no. He ignored me and sat on the edge of my bed and told me to get on my knees. I started to suck his cock til it was fully erect. He asked whether I had something to lube up his cock. And said, ” I hope your ready for my cock.”  I went to my closet and got the lube sgueezing out a dollop for my hole and handed the tube to him. He asked if I had condoms and I said there was no need. He gave me an approving smile and asked me to get on the bed. I did as I was told and he was behind me and he started to tease my ass with his cock saying, ” You’re sure you want this ?” I reached  behind and placed the huge head of his cock on my hole. I felt alittle pressure and the head entered which hurt like hell. He exclamed that my ass was real tight as he inched his shaft in. 

    It seemed like an eternity til I felt his balls against my ass. As he withdrew, I adjusted my respiration while moaning .Then he began slowly enter moaning with pleasure with each thrust. Me responding the same with each withdrawal.Then he started to fuck me with abandonment saying he was breeding me. He was in total control enjoying his brother’s ass. I made it a point to use my ass muscles and milk his cock with each thrust.

    Anybody hearing us would know what was going on especially hearing the sound of his balls hit my ass. It was the biggest cock I had ever had in my ass. My cock was dripping so much precum that I knew he was going to make me come. I felt his hand on my cock, jacking me off at the same time. Diego knew how to fuck and I knew it wasn’t his first ass but I hoped it was the only ass he wanted from now on. Believe it or not his shaft got bigger as he reached his point of no return. I feit the first pulse which made me shoot my load at the same time.The only word was ectasy. Diego’s orgasm lasted til he had emptied his huge load within me, crushing me with the weight of his body on top of me. He laid there still within me til his huge cock had shrunken. He started to withdraw and I told him to stay. I wanted more and he knew it. He fucked me two more times all the while staying within my ass. Finally he withdrew and collapsed next to me. The only words he could mutter was ” I love you bro.” I couldn’t believe what I had heard him say but I  said ” I do too.”

  • Don’t Scream

    What’s your favorite scary movie?

    “No I really can’t tonight.” I couldn’t stand the thought of another night out, my stomach still turned just thinking of it.

    “Come on bro, just one drink?” He put up a good fight, his puppy dog eyes pierced through mine.

    “I’m sorry, man. I gotta finish this study guide, there’s no way I’ll pass tomorrow if I don’t.” My hands did a lot of talking for me, annoyance written all over me.

    “Alright well..” my room mate grabbed his windbreaker from the chair, “.. I’ll see you later then!” and shortly he was out the door, leaving me alone in our dorm room.

    God I hate physics.

    I spent the next three hours studying my brains out and taking small breaks to eat food when I could. My mind was so over it and now it’s already ten oclock, guess I’m in for the night. I put away my books and made up my bed, readying myself to go to sleep. But a notification on my phone caught my eye, a notification from Grindr.

    When was Charles gonna be back?

    Suddenly I was super horny and thought, why not? Charles will probably be back closer to midnight, why not take advantage of the empty room? It didn’t take much persuasion for me to ease into my bed and start scrolling through guys. The only thing bad about the college hook-up scene for me, is that most of all these guys are still closeted. I’m out and proud, have been for years. Yet half of these profiles are blank and based off their proximity to me, I know they live here in the dorms.

    I, for one, have no shame. I’m decently tall, dirty blonde with green eyes, athletic and I like to think I’m pretty funny. I don’t really have trouble finding a hookup, there are just so many flakes. Not that I’m looking to hookup right now, I just wanna talk for a minute and let loose if you know what I mean.

    Eventually I came across a profile I never would’ve expected, one that read “Loomis4U”. Now, I’m not the biggest fan in the world, but even I know what Loomis is from. The Scream movies. There wasn’t much in the profile to go off, but the profile picture was the ghost face mask.

    “Hey there ghostface!” I messaged the profile in curiosity. It is spooky season, it’s probably just a horror movie fanatic. Either way it was interesting, and also kinda hot.

    The profile responded back saying hi too, it didn’t take them long. We started chatting a bit and I found out that he has a ghostface kink, he likes to have sex while wearing it. That made me hard, really hard. Something about the mask kinda just did it for me, plus he already admitted to being a student at my university. It seemed like maybe this one could go somewhere. We sent some pics back and forth, his dick was pretty big and his body was amazing. Only think I couldn’t see was his face.

    I eventually came and ended our conversation with agreeing to meet up some time soon. And then I went to sleep.

    ***

    The next morning I had class and after I met with the crew. Seven of us to be specific, we all met here and became fast close friends. Charles, my room mate is a bit of douche but you can never stay mad it him for long. Brittany and Cara, two best friends that came to school together, both of them fun and both drop dead gorgeous. Jane, a sarcastic bookworm that is usually the voice of reason. Benji, a football prodigy that has his eyes set on Cara. And Nick, the newest addition to the group after beginning to date Brittany. Then there’s me, the lovable gay guy with the confidence of a monster truck. Together we work but separately it almost doesn’t make sense how.

    We all usually meet in the cafe after the first rush of classes, gossip and talk and laugh, then all go our separate ways until the day ends. Today, I had nothing planned after class and neither did Jane.

    “Wanna chill at Mangoes?” Jane had asked me while everyone was departing. Mangoes is a fruit stand on campus with music and a lounge, just a place for students to hang out for a while.

    “Sure!” I agreed and us two headed that way.

    Jane was a bit of a mystery to me, the way she carries herself is odd. She exudes this off putting energy to most people but getting to know her she’s actually super sweet and smart. After getting some fruit bowls, we sat down on a couch by ourselves to chat. Soon I was spilling my guts about the ghostface guy lastnight, and to my surprise, she thought it was kinda hot too. We laughed at the absurdity, but she convinced me to message him and plan a hookup tonight.

    Jane and I talked a while but eventually departed and I headed home. Along my walk he finally responded, ghostface agreed and asked if he could come to my room. I was hesitant at first, none of my hookups have been in my dorm yet. Charles wasn’t the best at letting me know when he’d be home. Soon enough we made plans to meet at the park on campus. I’ve hooked up once there and he even admitted to doing it once too. Butterflies crept in my stomach and I was really excited to do this.

    The next couple hours dragged on today, waiting and waiting to meet with this ghostface guy, he still won’t tell me his name. But soon the time had come and I was all prepared and ready.

    I made my way to the park under the moonlight. I know I looked good, I wore skimpy shorts and a cropped tee. My horniness couldn’t help it, but my dick was easily poking through my shorts. We agreed to meet at a very specific bench, one situated down a trail between Main Street and the water fountain. Finally I made it and there was no sight of anyone there just yet. I sat down on the bench and pulled out my phone, texting ghostface that I was here.

    During these few moments in the dark, I started to think that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I mean this guy clearly is into a killer, I mean it is fiction so is it really that bad?

    Riiiiiiiing. My phone started to buzz, a random number was calling me. I silence my phone and decide to ignore but in more more than a second, the caller called me right back. I declined it again, thinking he must have the wrong number. But it rang again, a third time.

    ”Hello?” I answered the phone kind of irritated, how dare someone ruin my hookup moment.

    ”Hello Devin.” I heard a low raspy voice ask through the phone, something about the voice sounded so familiar.

    ”Hi? Who’s this?” I answered back, unsure how they knew my name.

    ”You mean you don’t know?” The voice grew in anger then immediately calmed down. “How about this for a reminder..” his tone dialed down to a flirtatious growl, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

    Realization hit me all at once. “Oh my god you scared me!” I started to half giggle into the phone. Clearly this was ghostface, but how in the world did he get my number?

    ”I scared you?” He asked in equally scary tone. Maybe this was all apart of the fun for him?

    ”Yeah, you scared me!” I exclaimed into the phone. “Where are you?” I asked him. “Backing out already?” I wanted to play with him just a little bit.

    ”You mean at the bench? Yeah I’m on my way.” He flirted back with me, his voice was so low and it really turned me on.

    ”Well I’m waiting!” I said into the phone, unsure of what to say now. I’ve never had this type of foreplay.

    ”I know.” He stated clearly and this weird pause came after.

    Before I could collect my thoughts, my vision went black as I felt two hands cover my eyes from behind. I yelped off the bench and turned to see him. Ghostface. He was standing right there, on the other side of the bench. The white mask stood out amongst the black robe that went with the costume, but soon I noticed red. Glistening red streaks lay all over his body and just a couple drops right on his face.

    Suddenly I froze in fear, am I about to die? Then his arm starts to move, revealing a knife just like in the movies. Oh my god I’m about to die. My feet worked quicker than my brain and soon I was darting down the path, tears forming in my eyes.

    “Wait wait!” I heard him call behind me. “I thought you were cool with this!” His voice sounded normal. I turned behind me and saw him stopped in place just a little bit down the path from me. His silhouette in the trail sent goosebumps down my spine. I stopped too, in a safe distance to start running again if need be.

    ”You’re fucking crazy!” I shouted down to him, my heart thumping in my chest.

    ”No! No!” He called back to me. “I’m just in consume!”

    ”You scared the fuck out of me, you’re covered in blood, what the fuck!” I screamed at him.

    ”Fake blood..” he started walking towards me and for some reason I didn’t turn to run. Fake blood? “..I’m dressed at ghostface for crying out loud!” His voice sounded almost sincere.

    ”You scared me.” I repeated again, my heart still thumping in my chest. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding. This was just a part of the thrill for him, and for some reason my dick was still very very hard.

    ”I know.” He stopped in place now, about 25 feet away from me. “Prepare to be horrified.”

    Before I knew it, someone different was behind me, pulling a bag over my head and knocking me to the ground. I tried to shout but something covered my mouth. Everything happened so fast, I didn’t have time to react.

    ”Now what’s your favorite scary movie?” I heard his dark raspy voice again. My words hitched in my throat and I knew I was crying again. “Answer bitch!” He yelled and kicked me in the stomach.

    ”Scream! Scream! That’s my favorite movie!” I yelped, just wanting this to stop. “Please don’t kill me.” I was shaking in fear.

    ”Correct answer.” His voice was cold and I still haven’t heard anything from the other person here. “I won’t kill you if you follow my rules.”

    Rules? What rules? I’m tied on the ground, fearing my life, and there’s rules?

    “Don’t you wanna know the rules?” I heard his voice much closer to me now, his tone filled with seduction. “Don’t you!?” He kicked me again, his temperament not easily gaged.

    ”Yes.. yes..” I whimpered out.

    ”Good..” he said as he pulled my pants down. I started to cry more but what was I gonna do? “.. first rule is to never talk back to me.” He slapped my ass hard and pain jolted through me.

    ”Second rule is the last rule. Easy.” I could feel his breath on my bare ass. “Don’t scream.”

    Right after those words, he jammed a finger right up my ass and I fought urge to scream. I really am going to die.

    That night I was raped by ghostface, he had his way with me for roughly ten minutes. His dick was giant and he went in with only his spit as lube. It hurt and I was in pain the whole time. He would put his knife to my neck, I could feel the steel threaten to spill blood. But I listened to the rules, I didn’t talk back and I didn’t scream not once. He came inside of me after awhile and told me he’d see me again. He also told me if I told the police or anyone else, that I’d die. And I believed every word. I got home around eleven o’clock, ashamed and broken.

    ***

    ”Devin! Devin! Wake up!” I was woken up by my room mate Charles on top of me, shaking my shoulders.

    ”What!” I yawned at him, not at all fully awake.

    ”Bro hella police are here! If you got anything in here you need to get rid of it right now!” He looked so panicked, jumping around the room searching for anything bad.

    The memories of lastnight started to flood back in, god I with that was just a really fucked up dream. Wait..

    ”Wait.. you said police? Why are police here?” My heart started to race.

    ”I don’t know bro! Just get up and help me!” He kept going around the room.

    I got myself up and helped Charles tidy the room quickly. I told him I was gonna figure out what’s happening and left out of the door. Students flooded the hallways, gossiping and whispering. I turned to my next door neighbor, Matt.

    ”Matt! What’s going on?” I look around confused.

    ”Bro you’ll never believe it, but a student was found dead in their dorm room this morning. All stabbed up and shit, like, brutally murdered.” His words burned ice cold. Murder?

    ”Who?” I asked him quickly.

    ”I’m hearing it was Gabe Jepton, some sophomore on the first floor.” He talked with wince. 

    I’ve heard of that name but didn’t know the guy well. I turned around without saying goodbye to Matt, I needed to focus on what I just learned. Someone was murdered lastnight, with a knife, in my building. I got this nasty feeling wash over me. I feel like I know who did this. And now I think I know who’s blood was all over ghostface lastnight.

    part 2 coming soon

  • Fucked by my crush

    Hadley and me just started a running routine for soccer. Getting ready for tryouts. We’d run through the neighborhood then the woods. I liked it cause we ran shirtless and he had a slamming body. Had that complexion that looked always tanned. I was pale and joked I reflected more sun than I absorbed. I fantasized about the contrast or bodies would make if we were on top of each other.

    “S’hot today.” He smirked.

    “Gonna sweat for sure.” Which was fine cause his shorts would cling to him. He’d caught me a few times checking him out but only smiled. He was straight, he said. I am gay. Not out at the time, but i think he knew something was up, and I was burning every hormone in my body right now. We played soccer and the guys on the team were goofs. I saw so many dicks and balls i couldn’t touch to make me scream. But here I was now, running with my crush wondering if he could feel my desire.

    We ran the neighborhood and turned into the woods and stopped at a water fountain both of us panting. I drank first and looked up at him, chest heaving and dripping with sweat that ran down his stomach and disappeared into his treasure trail into his shorts. I fought the urge to wipe it off. He bent over to drink and. I was behind him thinking how I could just whip his shorts down and start sucking.

    “Let’s go, queer.” Not an overt indication he knew cause everyone on the team said that s’just something in his voice….

    “Alright, homo.” I shot back.

    “Only for you.” Stop. You’re killing me.

    On we ran dissing other guys who were trying out. Not bragging but we were part of the starting lineup.

    “What about Josh?”

    “What about him? Nice guy.” I said.

    “You think he’s gay?”

    “Haven’t thought about it.” I hadn’t. Wasn’t my type.

    “He’s a little too friendly and touchy freely.”

    “This is a ironic conversation cause you put your nuts on James’ chin yesterday.”

    “That’s just kidding.”

    “So what if he is? Would that bother you?” Waiting intently on his reply.

    “No. Not all. If a guy wants to take it in the ass or suck a dick I’m cool with that. Just not my thing.”

    I stopped and he slowed.

    “Would you ever try it?” 

    “Would you?” Back at me.

    “No fair. I asked first. Truly. Thought but it?”

    He walked toward me. Kiss me. Stopped and with a quizzical Grace said, 

    “Sure. I’ve thought about it. Every guy has I bet and if they say they haven’t they’re lying. So have you?”

    “Yeah. Why not? But would you ever do another guy?” Gimme something.

    He looked at me for a second. 

    “If, IF, I did I’d have to do the fucking. I couldn’t do butt stuff. You?”

    “I’d try it.” Truth. It felt good to be honest even if playing hypothetical with him.

    “Really? What would you do? Take it in the ass or stick your dick in an ass?

    “Why not both?” Still telling the truth. I dreamed about him, Jeff McHugh, football player, and I going at it. Me in the middle getting it from both ends and taking loads. I felt myself getting hard. 

    Neither of us wore underwear which was awesome cause during tryouts we had to warm up with a partner. He was always mine. We would do this exercise where one guy got on his back and the other guy stood over his head, legs spread the guy on the ground would raise his legs and the other guy would push them down. Clear view up his shorts. Imagined him just dropping his balls into my mouth. Every day was an exercise not to get a rager.

    “Really? You’d let a guy fuck you?”

    “If it feels good, why not? Won’t know untilI try.” Hint hint. “You’d try it. You would. You’d do anything anyone dared you to do.”

    “That’s a big dare.”

    “Well I mean it wouldn’t be with a stranger, right? Someone you trust,” Like me. “Someone you could laugh it if with and no one would have to know.”

    I could see his dick perk up a little through his soaked shorts.

    “Who? You?”

    “Yes. Me.” It’s a good thing you’re fucking gorgeous. At least you got that going for you. “We’ll I said I’m willing to try it.”

    “Okay okay. You’d be okay with my cock in your ass?”

    1000 times YES. “If you’re willing I am too. Like I said it’ll be just between us. If we don’t like it fine.”

    “What if we like it? What if I like it?”

    “Doesn’t matter cause I’ll be the only one to know.”

    “…. Okay. I’ll do it. But you SWEAR you’ll never tell anyone?”

    “It’ll be my secret . Swear.” It’ll give me material for the rest of my life.

    “So where do we do it? How do we do it?” He said more engagingly.

    “Have we ever seen another person back here?” I grinned.

    “No. Here? You wanna do it here?” Smiling.

    “We can go off the trail, way back there.”

    “Okay. But what do we do?”

    “Got two ways. One, you spit on your hand and use that or two I suck your dick and get it sloppy wet. Your choice you’re the fucker.” I said wryly.

    He looked at me deadpan, “You’d suck my cock?”

    “If that’s what you want, sure.”

    “Really?! My dick in your mouth?!”

    “You can use your spit, that’s cool too.”

    “I guess if I’m gonna do it I’ll do it right.”

    “Let’s go…”

    We walked side by side into the woods, way back far off from the trail the whole time my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe this was happening. God I hope he doesn’t chicken out.

    After a half hour I said,“I think here’s good.”

    “What now? You want me to just pull it out?”

    I walked up to him, grabbed his hard tool and started slowly stroking. “I’ll take care of it. Just stand there.”

    He got rock hard fast. I started jerking myself while looking him in the eye. He never turned away. His breathing increased with a slight moan every once in a while.

    “That good?” I said obviously knowing the answer.

    “Uh, yeah. Real good. You gonna suck it?”

    “Yeah.”

    I pulled down his wet shorts and his cock sprung out, stiff. I got mine off too still jerking. I got down on my knees in the dirt and took his sizable slab of meat on my mouth stroking it hard. I gagged but didn’t stop. I got going real good and felt his hands grab my head and start forcing me harder.

    “Fucking take my dick. You choking on it? Yeah you’re fucking choking.”

    My eyes were watering, I nodded and took his force. Never ever had I imagined this. It was awesome. I thought “If I get him to cum in my mouth would he still fuck me?” I didn’t want to risk missing his dick in my ass. That’s what I’m here for. I pulled back like I just came up from underwater, with a gasp.

    “I think you’re good now.”

    “Damn that was fucking awesome! What now?”

    “How do you wanna fuck me? On my back with my legs over your shoulders, doggie style, on my side or you on your back and me riding you? Or whatever you want. Don’t have to stick to one.”

    “Where’d you get all this stuff from?”

    “Porn.” I smiled, begging the next question.

    “… gay porn…?” There it was and here it is my chance.

    “Yeah. I’m gay. You cool with that?”

    “My cock was just in your mouth so yeah.”

    “Still want to stick it in me?”

    “Yeah. But I’m not gay.”

    “I don’t care.” I stood up in front of him, both of us naked in the woods with massive hard ons. 

    “Can I just bend you over?”

    “Oh yeah. Just get it in there.”

    I turned around and bent over and he came closer. I could feel the heat from his sweating body.

    “I’ve never fucked an ass before. Pussy? Yeah a lot.”

    If I could get harder I woulda. “It’s gonna feel different I guess. Tighter.”

    “You been fucked before?”

    “Once.”

    “Ah. It hurt?”

    “Yeah but then it felt fucking fantastic.”

    “Let me know if I’m better.” He chuckled.

    “This already is.”

    I took his dick and put it right at my entrance and pulled it in so the tip was in. And squeezed.

    “Oh man that’s awesome. I’m gonna push.” He said excitedly.

    “Go ahead. Get rough. If I tell you to stop, don’t.”

    “Okay.”

    He grabbed my hips and pushed his spit covered cock into my ass. No warning just a hard trust.

    “AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

    “Fuck yeah! Take it! Take it all!”

    “Give it to me!”

    He pulled out and pushed me down on my knees and got behind me and plunged it back in.

    “FUUUUCK MEEE!!” Goddamn it felt great. His bare cock hammering away and him dominating me. I could cum without touching myself.

    “Oh yeah. This is nice.” And he slowed down rhythmically pumping. One hand on my right shoulder and the other on my hip.

    “Yeah. That’s it. Feels nice.”

    He pulled out again and flipped me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders and drove it in again his hands on my chest holding me down.    Goddamn he’s killing me.

    “YEEEAAAHHH!!” I screamed.

    “Uh uh uh.. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m about to cum!”

    “Do it! Fuckin unload!”

    I felt a couple good hard thrusts then a slow down. He stopped with his dick still in my ass and kept lightly pumping.

    “Wow. Wow. I guess thanks?”

    “No thank you. You were awesome.”

    “Okay so no one can know.”

    “No one will. So if you want to do it again…”

    “Yeah but next time you do me. You looked like you were having a good time.”

    “Deal.”

  • Debt Collector

    Alan awoke, struggling to remember. A residual sense of urgency troubled him as his mind cleared. A chill breeze brushed across his face and then, dreadfully, it all returned. Alan sat, restrained, facing the perverse scene. There were two forms, naked, on a twin bed. His younger son, nineteen year old Toby, lay just in front of him. His older son, twenty five year old Felix, loomed over his brother. Felix took Toby’s legs and lifted them up and back, bending his younger brother in half. He pushed Toby’s knees down until they were pinned to the bed, just under Toby’s armpits. His strong grip held the smaller boy in place, with his bare ass exposed. Felix’s cock arched up from his fuzzy groin, hard with arousal, and hovered tantalizingly over Toby’s pink pucker. 

    “He likes what he sees,” the masked man said from behind Alan. The invader had his arm around front, groping at Alan’s crotch. Alan fumed, his wrists straining at the bonds. He was furious at this hellish position in which he had placed his family. His massive debts had come due and he was unable to pay, so his masters had sent this fucked-up stranger into his home as punishment. 

    Felix had moved away years ago and Toby had headed to college this past fall. Alan was surprised to find himself rather lonely in his empty home. But winter break had just begun and Toby was back home, and Felix had come to visit for the week. With a full heart, Alan was looking forward to spending some quality time with his sons. 

    But just as the little family was setting down for the night, Alan heard a commotion coming from Toby’s room. He poked his head in, only to find his two sons, stripped down to their underwear and hogtied on Toby’s bed. Alan glanced around the room, frantically trying to understand what was happening. His son’s were writhing and mumbling urgently into their gags. Alan saw that the window was open and the blinds were messed up. Before he could react, a strong arm wrapped around his chest from behind and he felt a needle prick his neck.  

    “The money was due yesterday, Alan,” the stranger said. “I’m here to collect the collateral.” Those were the last words Alan heard for a while. He drifted off into unconsciousness. 

    And now, here in his son’s bedroom, the masked stranger was making the brothers engage in outrageous sexual behaviors and Alan was forced to observe everything. This was Alan’s punishment for defaulting on his debts. 

    The invader wore a black domino mask that covered only the area around his eyes. Alan could make out what might be youthful features hidden behind premature aging and a five o’clock shadow. He could imagine that living the rough life of an underworld goon would be tough on both the spirit and body. Despite the man’s lined face, Alan believed that this stranger was no older than Felix’s twenty five years. His tight shirt and slacks showed that he was quite a bit more powerful than either himself or his sons. Although the man cut a trim figure, the firm curves under his clothes spoke to a well-muscled individual. Alan knew that he and his boys would have no advantage in a physical confrontation. 

    “Keep going,” the stranger called to the brothers. 

    “Dad?” Felix questioned, looking towards his father with helpless worry in his eyes. He was poised in a position of lust, ready to pounce on his younger prey and grant sexual satisfaction to them both. But this wasn’t willing participation. He didn’t want to fuck his little brother. The stranger had ordered them to do this foul act, but Felix still hoped it was a bluff. Even then, as both brothers had been stripped naked and their bodies coerced into this repulsive arrangement, Felix still expected his dad to take control and save them all. 

    But Alan had no choice. “Do it,” he said, defeated. The alternatives would be worse.

    “But… Dad…” Toby protested weakly. “He’s my brother…” Toby was smaller in frame than his older brother. He looked so defenseless there, held tightly under Felix’s power, who was in turn beholden to the stranger’s wicked desires.

    “You have to do it,” Alan repeated. “You have to fuck your brother, Felix. Toby, you have to let Felix do it.”

    Felix turned back to Toby, heart sinking. He gazed down into the frightened kid’s face, then down between their long, slender bodies at the place where his hard cock rested along Toby’s ass crevice. He rubbed the underside of his cock along the floor of the forbidden valley a few times before pulling back, allowing his cock-head to drag down the cleft. Finally, the older brother’s bulbous, swollen knob made direct contact with Toby’s winking, rosy bud. His curved pole was already greased up at the stranger’s insistence, but the copious precum that seemed to flow freely from his cock-slit might have provided enough lubrication by itself. He wished that he wasn’t so hard and that he wasn’t so horny, but the pill that the man had given them had really got the boys worked up. Toby, too, was at full-mast, his tool fully engorged and a red knob shiny with pre-cum. Felix’s cock drooled another dollop of clear slickness onto his brother’s anal ring. Damn, Felix thought, I’m really about to fuck my little brother.

    Alan watched, powerless to intervene, as Felix’s slim, fit body flexed, adding pressure to the place of forbidden connection. Toby’s smaller body jerked when Felix’s cock-head slipped past his tight ring. His young face twisted into a mask of pain.

    “Push out, Toby,” the stranger suggested. “Push out when your brother pushes in. It’ll make it so much easier on you. Isn’t that right, Dad?”

    “Yes, Toby. Listen to him.” Alan was so ashamed at being forced to coach his sons on the proper techniques of anal intercourse. 

    Felix proceeded very carefully, ensuring that any pain that Toby would experience was reduced to mere discomfort. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, but he had to keep pushing forward. Toby’s body gripped Felix’s cock-knob so incredibly tightly, he didn’t know how he was going to work his entire shaft into the teenager. After a moment, allowing Toby’s virgin hole to adjust, he lowered himself, sinking more of his cock inside. Inch by inch, the hot flesh tunnel stretched open around his girth, accepting his stiffness. 

    Toby’s head was swirling. He continued to push out as instructed, but that only allowed Felix’s big rod to enter him more deeply. He didn’t want that, but he figured that it would be worse if he resisted. The searing heat he felt when Felix’s helmet first slipped inside had faded. Opening himself up to the invading pole did seem to drastically reduce any further agony. He capitulated, giving up any hope that this would stop. Toby accepted big bro into his body. God, Felix was so big. How could he possibly take it all inside? As that impossibly thick meat stabbed deeper, so very slowly filling up Toby’s rear channel, there was a strange, gratifying irritation that radiated from that place where the brothers were joined. The smallest embers of a new emotion, a new awareness, were fanned within Toby.

    The masked man unzipped Alan’s pants and pulled out his cock. Despite the sick act playing out in front of him, his dick was swelling, fatter, longer, stiffer in the stranger’s hand. The invader circled his thumb across Alan’s cock-head, spreading the clear, slick droplet of pre-cum across the sensitive dome. Alan shivered at the man’s manipulations. While getting jerked off, he continued to stare at his sons’ interaction. With Toby’s skinny legs thrown up into the air, Alan watched Felix use his lithe power to drive himself deeper.

    With his cock sinking into his little brother’s hot, incredibly tight ass, Felix fought to control his pace. His dick certainly reacted positively to being enveloped by his brother’s anal grip, becoming stiffer than ever and gushing its fluid like an open faucet. He was at least satisfied that Toby wasn’t experiencing any pain. His little brother’s face was fraught with worry and uncertainty as Felix’s rod penetrated farther, but the ugliness of bolidy torment had vanished. He dragged his eyes down from Toby’s face, down his waifish body, over his teen cock, long and thick, and finally to his own hard rod, nearly complete in its initial task. Only an inch or so remained visible. Felix gazed at that precious hole, clamped so tightly around his cock-width. 

    “Almost there, bro,” Felix said in an attempt to comfort Toby. What a nightmare. Proclaiming that his seven inch cock had nearly completed its journey into his own brother’s ass was supposed to be comforting? Regardless of his reluctance, at last, with his dark pubes mashed into Toby’s ass, Felix’s long, arched erection was totally buried inside his little brother.

    Toby’s head was flung back, his eyes closed. His arms were stretched out along his sides, hands braced to Felix’s fuzzy thighs. He was beyond completely full now. His rectum was stretched so incredibly tightly around Felix’s man-cock. Their bodies were locked together. Letting out a breath through pursed lips, Toby turned his face back towards his big brother.

    They stayed that way for a while, staring into each other’s eyes, sharing this moment silently. Felix was in emotional agony. Of course it was wrong that his dick was up inside his kid brother, but… hot damn… that tight, muscled channel gripping his horny boner was driving the older brother wild.

    For Toby, having his boy-tunnel stretched wide by his big brother’s special tool was profound. He would never have dreamed of taking anyone’s cock up his ass before today, especially not his own brother’s, but now that the deed was done, he found himself questioning his inclinations. There was a new burning appetite waking within Toby. The rubbing of Felix’s cock-shaft across his inner walls had initiated an itch that Toby wanted scratched.

    Though each brother was experiencing his separate emotions and physical sensations, both shared the same gaze and the same trauma. They were truly united in body and spirit with a depth very few people could understand.

    Barging into their contemplations, the stranger ordered, “Kiss.”

    Felix leaned in, keeping his dick fully embedded. More bare skin contact was achieved between their bodies, adding another layer to the swirl of confusing stimuli. The window was still open, and their warm bodies brought comfort in the frosty air. The brothers gazed at each other, unspoken mutual awareness passing between them. Felix closed the gap, brushing his lips to Toby’s. 

    “More,” the man said. The brothers shut their eyes and Felix, tilting his head, pressed closer, totally sealing his lips to Toby’s. “Use your tongues,” the masked man commanded. “Show Daddy your tongues, boys.”

    Each pair of lips parted and Felix’s tongue swiped into Toby’s mouth. He explored his bro for a moment before closing his lips around Toby’s and finishing the first kiss with a moist smack. Toby followed along as Felix repeated the maneuver. Lips and tongues were soon engaged in a simple, sensual operation. Wet noises filled the space between them. They exchanged hot breath through their open mouths, their slick tongues wrestling. Experiencing this new level of intimacy caused the mental walls of resistance to collapse further.

    “Yeah, that’s great. Keep doing that,” the masked man said with lust tainting his voice. While Alan viewed his sons making out lewdly, the intruder manipulated his cock. Alan curtailed his innate reactions to this unwanted erotic provocation, although his will faltered. The man’s hand squeezed, then stroked upward, downward, upward. Alan’s slimy seepage aided in the good feelings, allowing the stranger’s hand to glide smoothly over his engorged cock.

    The man was leaning in, ogling the bed scene with great lechery. “Start fucking,” he ordered.

    Felix, maintaining his oral contact with Toby, raised up his hips, drawing his cock outward. Toby felt himself becoming empty, then filling up when Felix pushed back in. The older brother tried to keep it slow, withdrawing then inserting his cock into little Toby’s hole with deliberation.

    “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Keep it up boys.” The stranger licked his lips lasciviously and watched for a moment longer before turning back to Alan. He cupped Alan’s balls while his other hand moved under his shirt. “You’re a fuckin’ prize, Dad,” the man taunted. He continued groping at Alan’s taut, fit body, and Alan had trouble maintaining his defiance. The man then pulled out a knife, clicked it open, and brought it to Alan’s chest. A spike of fear rose within him, but then the invader laughed wildly. “Calm the fuck down,” he said, then used the blade to slice open Alan’s shirt. He tore the shreds away, leaving Alan bare-chested.

    Felix continued his fucking, ignoring anything else that was happening in the room. His little brother’s ass-tunnel was clenched on his long, hard cock as he fucked inward, then back. The feeling was impossible to ignore, and Felix found himself contending with conflicting emotions. His mind was repelled at these actions that he was forced to commit, but his body responded enthusiastically to the sexual stimulation. Juggling all this was difficult, and Felix was slipping. He pressed harder to Toby’s lips, making out with his kid brother anxiously.

    Toby strangled his vocal, guttural reactions as Felix used his cock like a piston in his asshole. The thick, stiff meat-tube grinding into his guts stirred up a foreign reaction. The burning itch deep within his hole was both caused and sated by his big brother’s big cock. His young mind was in disarray, an unresolved spiral of urgency, passion, and disgust.

    “All right, that’s great. Now Felix, you lay down.”

    Felix stopped his pumping motions and the boys pulled apart. Felix watched Toby’s hole stretch around his shaft as he retreated. His cock finally popped free, bouncing upward. Toby’s legs dropped down and the boy dragged a forearm across his face, wiping away the saliva. He scooted over and sat up as Felix lay down on his back. Both brothers were relieved at their uncoupling, but they were also surprised by a tinge of unexpected sadness. Within this devilish treatment, they had formed a strange bond, and each now longed for that bond to continue.

    “I want the kid to sit on it,” the man prompted.

    Toby tentatively swung a leg over his brother’s waist, but didn’t know what to do next. Felix held up his rod, brushing the fat head through his brother’s cheeks until he located the boy’s hole. He pushed his hips up until his knob lodged itself past Toby’s tight ring. Felix held Toby’s skinny waist and pulled him down onto his cock. Toby felt his big brother’s member once again filling up his tiny hole. Felix’s cock felt enormous to Toby. He dropped forward, resting his head on Felix’s shoulder, overcome with the intense sensation.

    Felix bent his legs up to accommodate for Toby’s collapse, searching for the best angle to fuck his meat into the boy. He continued his insertion until his cock was once again fully implanted into Toby’s ass.

    “Keep kissing,” the masked man ordered.

    Toby lifted his head, his eyes groggy with confused pleasure and resignation. He brought his face over Felix’s. Felix pumped his mass into poor Toby as the teen whimpered into his mouth. Toby didn’t seem to have the presence of mind to actively kiss Felix, just hovering above his older brother, their lips grazing. Felix took control, tilting his head and pressing forward. He held the back of Toby’s head as his tongue engaged with the boy’s.

    “Mmm, yeah, that’s nice,” the stranger said. Alan followed along, noting with distaste each lick and suck of their tongues. He noted each fuck of Felix’s cock into Toby’s ass. He didn’t know what else to do, other than stare at his boys’ interlocked bodies. The intruder was trying his best, however, to split Alan’s attention. He had his hands, slick with pre-cum, working expertly over his hard Dad-rod. Fingers dung into Alan’s pants, down beyond his balls, clawing at his hole. The stranger’s probing digits sent shockwaves through Alan’s body. He did this to Alan all while keeping one eye on the brothers. 

    “Little one, put your hands behind your head. Show Daddy that sweet little body.”

    Toby disengaged from Felix’s mouth and sat up straight, lacing his fingers behind his head. He looked over at his dad and the stranger apprehensively. His boner stood up attentively from his groin. As he raised and lowered his body onto Felix’s mast, his cock waved stiffly up and down, almost comically. His tiny, pink nipples were erect in the coolness of the room. 

    “Look how hard your baby boy is,” the tormentor sneered. “Just like Daddy.”

    Felix’s hands moved up and down his slim brother’s sides as the kid rode on his cock. Of course, he couldn’t ignore Toby’s stiff pole jutting out right before his face. One hand enclosed Toby’s erection. Toby was a champ, taking Felix’s big thing while showing off his slender form and nice hard cock. The boy was so vulnerable, but he soldiered on. Felix pushed up into the kid as Toby lowered himself onto big brother. The older brother felt something like pride burning in his chest. Pride for his baby brother.

    “Okay, little one, now get on your hands and knees,” the stranger instructed. Toby slipped himself upward, feeling Felix being dragged out of his tight anal grip. When he was free, he moved to the side and dropped his upper body down so his elbows rested on the bed. 

    The stranger seemed to be enjoying himself. “Get behind him, big bro.” Felix moved into position, kneeling just behind Toby’s butt. “Grab his ass,” the stranger ordered. Felix placed his hands on Toby’s buns, letting them fill his palms. “Spread ’em apart.” Felix parted his kid brother’s cheeks and he spied the tiny bud hidden inside. He was surprised that such a small thing could take his curved flagpole, but it had. Repeatedly. And there it was now, just as small as before it had been fucked. 

    “Yeah, take a look at your brother’s hole. Hey, Daddy. Big bro likes the little man’s hole, huh? You pleased with your boys?” 

    Felix felt he knew where this was going, looking down at his arched cock, hard as ever, inches away from Toby’s abused hole. But he was wrong.

    “Bend over and eat it,” the man ordered, maliciously laughing. 

    Shocked at the new order, Felix moved back a bit, then leaned in, bringing his face close. Sticking his dick into Toby’s ass was one thing, but putting his face there? His mouth? Then he felt ashamed. For Felix, it was easier the other way, fucking Toby’s hole. But for poor Toby, what a relief it must have been without a big cock up his ass. So Felix forced himself to think of this as a boon for Toby.

    “Lick it!”

    Felix stuck his tongue out and drew it on the floor of Toby’s valley. He did it again, then again, trying to avoid the deeper trench that was home to Toby’s tiny button. After all, would the man know?

    “Just the hole now.”

    So much for that tactic. Felix pulled out for a moment to survey the land. Then he moved his tongue back in, right at the puckered spot. He wiggled his tongue around his little brother’s asshole. 

    “Kiss it,” the man said.

    Felix puckered and kissed Toby’s hole. He alternated tonguing and kissing, eventually finding a rhythm. This was sort of like making out, but with an asshole instead of a mouth. It was not nearly as foul as he had expected. Toby was a clean boy, and he soon found that his brother was pushing back onto his tongue.

    In a day of firsts, Toby found that each new task was a mixture of embarrassing humiliation and bewildering pleasure. This ass-eating was no different. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting it. He was almost ready to call out to Felix for more. He wasn’t sure if his cock was hard because of the boner pills that the stranger gave them, or because he was actually turned on by this. He almost lost his mind when Felix’s stiffened tongue stabbed its way past his anal ring into his rectum. Feeling the hot breath and the slimy, squirming muscle in his secret, sensitive spot made Toby moan. 

    “That’s fucking amazing, boys,” the masked man said. He watched Felix tongue-fucking his baby brother for a while before continuing with his demands. “Now go ahead and fuck him, Felix.”

    Felix prayed to God for forgiveness. He knew this situation was not his fault, but he still hated himself for enjoying it. It didn’t happen all at once, but rather gradually each time they switched positions. Felix pushed himself back into Toby on the orders of the masked stranger and Toby’s ass was welcoming. Felix’s concern for his brother’s comfort faded as his own sensations of arousal grew, until it became too strong to suppress. He found himself openly reveling in the tight, warm embrace of Toby’s hole around his stiff cock. His soft, slow insertions morphed into intense thrusting.

    “He’s really liking it now,” the stranger whispered into Alan’s ear. Alan watched Felix bucking his hips into Toby, filling the boy’s ass aggressively with his big cock. He wanted to tell his oldest son to take it easy, but knew that such a request would be met with some worse reprisal from the stranger. So instead he merely gazed at his sons’ bodies, at the place where they became one.

    Toby’s upper body fell forward, his face and shoulders collapsing onto the bed. Felix leaned in, placed his hand on Toby’s shoulders. He put his weight on the boy and was now more easily sawing his hard rod into Toby’s ass. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* came the sound of their bodies colliding with lust-filled ardor.

    “Uuuuuhhh!” Toby groaned into the sheets. “Uuuuh, fuuuck!” His younger, slighter form writhed beneath his brother’s assault. “Oooooh, yeah. Fuuuuck yessss,” he hissed. The more aggressive Felix became, the more Toby’s resistance to this whole scenario dissolved. A new desire firmly established itself deep inside his soul, a profound longing for that big bro cock which was slamming into some unknown pleasure spot inside his ass.

    Felix processed Toby’s cries of pleasure, which only served to heighten his own intense feelings. Apparently, Toby was enjoying the fucking, so Felix released his guilt and allowed himself the full pleasures of his kid brother’s tight ass.

    Alan was dying inside as he watched his boys fall into depravity. They were both clearly overcome with the fervor of this new physical, sexual interaction. He saw Toby’s hand reach beneath himself and wrap itself around his stiff cock. The kid jerked himself off while his big brother pounded his ass with his full length. Their tight, youthful bodies were shiny with sweat from their carnal workout. 

    The masked stranger interrupted their bliss. “All right, kiddo, get over here now.” Felix took a few more strokes before calming down and removing himself from Toby. Toby, bemused and dazed, stepped onto the carpet and walked the few paces between the bed and Alan. His heavy heartbeat was calming itself after the intense fucking. The kid’s skinny body stood before his father, his prick so very stiff.

    “On your knees.” Toby was bewildered from the vigorous fuck he had just received. He obeyed the man, dropping down, placing himself within access of Alan’s exposed, engorged prick. The masked man took two fingers to the underside of Alan’s cock-head and pulled the rod back until it was pressed to Alan’s flat tummy.

    “Lick it,” he said. Toby brought his face close, hesitating for a moment, staring at his own father’s astonishing cock. His lips parted and he brought his tongue to the base of Alan’s manhood, right above his ball sack. He dragged his flat tongue upward until he reached the stranger’s fingers. 

    “Again,” the man ordered.

    Toby repeated the gesture, lapping up along Alan’s hot length. Again and again, like he was licking a popsicle, Toby coated his dad’s meat with his saliva. He tasted his dad’s sweat and what he had to assume was his precum. All the while, he played with his own stiff cock. 

    “Good. Now lick his balls.” The man’s hand began to stroke the shaft again and Toby used his lips and tongue on his father’s hefty, hairy nuts. Alan wasn’t strong enough to hold back his moans.

    “Look up here. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” The masked stranger held the base of Alan’s member and bent it forward until it was nearly horizontal. Alan’s swollen cock-head rested on his young son’s outstretched tongue. The man moved his fingers tightly towards the tip, like he was squeezing a toothpaste tube. A thick dollop of pre-cum oozed out onto Toby’s waiting tongue.

    Toby felt the heavy glob land. The man repeated the movement and more of Alan’s thick liquid leaked out for Toby to taste. “Swallow it,” the invader said, and Toby brought his tongue back inside, closed his lips, and swallowed Dad’s pre-cum. The tangy-sweet flavor lingered. 

    Dad was harder than ever now, feeling wretchedly vile for being turned on by his own son’s innocent face being forced into such lewd activities. The man released the fat thing. It was getting more difficult to keep it horizontal as it grew stiffer, so he allowed it to be free, growing up towards the ceiling like a tree trunk. Alan found himself wanting the man to order Toby to do more perverse things to his dick. It sickened and aroused him.

    “Come here,” the masked man beckoned to Toby. “Suck on it.” Toby moved his head right above Alan’s pole and opened his mouth. He closed around the drooling knob. The stranger held the young guy’s head in two hands, guiding him downward onto his father’s member. “Yeah, just like that,” he said. “Give Daddy the best blowjob of his life, Sonny Boy.” Once Toby had found his rhythm, sucking about half the fat pole up and down, the stranger moved his attention across the room.

    “Now you,” the man said, gesturing to Felix. Felix rose from the bed and stepped closer. “Get that amazing fuck-stick back inside your brother,” the stranger said. 

    Felix dropped down behind Toby and took hold of his meat, aiming at the exposed bullseye. Grabbing Toby’s waist with one hand, he moved his hips forward, pushing his cock back into Toby. Toby munched and suckled on Alan’s huge tool while Felix pounded his twinky brother’s ass. Feelings of regret and opposition had vanished. Felix reveled in his filthy task, loving Toby’s hot tightness. 

    Toby moaned around a mouthful of his dad’s cock. He lusted for his big brother’s meat. He wanted it up his ass so bad. He didn’t understand what had happened to him, but he did know that he liked the curious new tickle that Felix’s big, hard dick had activated inside his hole. As that fuck-stick rubbed his inner walls, Toby couldn’t help but let out another groan as he slupred up and down on his father’s cock. He was being filled at both ends, and he loved it. He worked diligently to please his father as well, trying to bring his dad as much pleasure as he could.

    Alan was mystified at his young son’s zealous cock-sucking, but he wouldn’t object. Toby’s amateur slobbering was the hottest blow-job Alan had ever received. He looked down at his son’s cute face, impaled with his fat daddy dick. The teenager’s enthusiasm overshadowed his lack of experience. It was thrilling for Alan to see his son so engulfed in his lewd labor. Down a little father, Alan could see Toby’s arm shaking, no doubt jerking himself off again. Then farther still, along Toby’s slender body, between his little, round buns, Alan watched Felix’s cock slamming into the younger guy. He found a rising happiness within himself. Alan was glad that his boy’s seemed to be enjoying their duties, just as he himself was.

    “Fuuuck, what a perfect sight. Such a loving family.” The stranger took in the moving tableau, father and two sons engaged in erotic, illicit sex, and enjoying it. He used his knife to cut Alan’s bonds. The stranger was absolutely certain that Alan had been completely seduced and would be submissive to all further interactions. 

    “Let’s mix it up again.” 

    All too soon, Felix once again pulled himself out of his brother. He followed the intruder’s instructions, laying down on the carpet. Felix was on his back, propped up on his elbows, and Toby was on his stomach between Felix’s outstretched legs. 

    “Get sucking on big bro’s balls, little one.” Toby took in Felix’s nuts, lapping and sucking on each one in turn. Through a series of further instructions, Toby found himself digging between Felix’s buns, trying to locate his big brother’s asshole. Spit-soaked fingers jabbed at Felix’s tight pucker until they finally slipped in. Felix hissed as two of his little brother’s digits entered his rear tunnel. Toby continued to lathe the heavy nuts and jerk Felix’s cock. His two fingers sank deeper.

    The intruder was now spreading a cold, slimy liquid over Alan’s stalk. Alan knew that his tool was being lubricated. Eager anticipation mingled with fear. He wondered which of his sons he was about to fuck. 

    Felix gazed down along his teenage brother’s slim back to his twin mounds, where the man was now slipping his own digits into the kid’s worked-over hole. He looked up to Felix and said, “Go fuck yourself with your dad’s dick.” Felix stood, pulling himself away from Toby’s groping mouth and hands. Stepping over to his father, he straddled Dad’s lap, his impressive tool waving stiffly, right in his father’s face. He reached between his legs to grab the massive, slimy pole. His dad looked up at his face, but Felix avoided his gaze while settling his hot little hole down on the flared cock-cap. Apprehension coursed through Felix. He had grown to enjoy fucking Toby’s ass, but he was terrified of what Dad’s cock would do to his own asshole. Feeling that fat thing working its way into his body, Felix pushed out, accepting this new mass like he had been taught. He had to do this, but he was abashed. He had felt bad for Toby as he was forced to penetrate his little brother. But now he was on the other end, humiliated and emasculated. 

    Meanwhile, the masked man had his clothes stripped off and stood oppressively over Toby’s slight, prone form. “Flip over,” he ordered, and Toby rolled over onto his back. He drank in his tall, wiry master. The athletic body was dusted with hair, on his chest, on his forearms and shins, on his thighs, and around his cock and balls. The gruff, scruffy man knelt, presenting his lengthy, girthy rod and made Toby repeat the oral administrations that he had been taught. The man cradled Toby’s head as the boy slipped his lips along his fleshy flagpole. The intruder bent himself so that he could grope at Toby’s nakedness, pinching a nipple, palming his chest and feeling his tight tummy, then moving his fingers through the boy’s modest bush. He jerked the kid’s still-hard stick a few times before continuing beyond to insert his exploring fingertips into the tight hole. Toby moved his hands over the man’s strong thighs as he swallowed the large cock.

    “You know where this is going?” the man said, leering down at his cock between Toby’s lips. “You know what I have planned for your little hole, boy? Well, answer me.”

    Toby looked up at the man with worried eyes and nodded, the fat thing still in his mouth. The stranger laughed at such a display. “Take it out. Tell me what I’m gonna do to you.”

    That obscene organ *schlorped* free from Toby’s mouth. “Y-ou’re…” Toby’s voice cracked and he realized how long it had been since he’d spoken. “You’re gonna fuck me?” Toby half stated, half asked, as if there were any hope that it was the wrong answer. 

    “That’s right! You’re a smart kid, ya know that?” Gliding his hand on his own cock with deliberate slowness, he asked, “Do you think you can take this whole thing up your little ass?”

    “I dunno,” Toby answered, staring at the massive, meaty thing hovering over his face. “I don’t think so,” he said, daring to defy the man.

    “Oh, I bet you can, kiddo. Let’s find out together.”

    Of course, he wasn’t looking forward to getting fucked by this man. He was scared to death. But, as he studied the huge thing, he thought about how he had learned a desire for Felix’s cock up inside him. He was getting off from big bro’s pounding. And now he started to wonder what this stranger’s much-bigger cock would feel like inside him. Not that he had much say in the matter. The man moved around between his legs and lifted them up. Toby was familiar with this position by now, and held his own legs back towards his chest. The man took aim and leaned in. Toby remembered to push out and the man’s big knob slipped right in. 

    “Ooooh, fuck, that’s right. Open up for me.” This man really was bigger than Felix. Toby felt like he was getting impaled for the first time all over again. The man leered down at him. “You like my cock, boy? You want me to fuck this ass good?”

    “…too big,” Toby whimpered.

    “It sure is. It’s gonna feel great inside this tight little ass of yours,” the masked man said. He continued, and Toby made real sure to keep himself open. The invader wasn’t going to stop, so Toby felt the urgent need to eliminate all resistance. 

    Alan kept an ear on the stranger’s conversation with Toby. His own daddy-cock was half-lodged up inside his older son’s ass while his younger son was getting filled up with the masked invader’s huge tool. Alan kept his utterances locked away inside as Felix lowered his tight anal grip onto his cock. It was so hot and snug. Alan had never felt anything like it.

    Back on the floor, the stranger finally had his whole tool stuck up inside Toby’s guts. The man pressed inward, humping his cock into the boy’s insides. Toby uttered wordless noises. He had ascended to a new level. That mammoth muscle bumped aggressively into his secret pleasure spot as it moved in and out. Was this the worst thing that had ever happened to young Toby, or the best? 

    Felix was becoming fuller than ever with his dad’s thick meat. He was shaking, struggling to support himself as he dropped his ass down onto the hot, stiff flesh-pole. He was shocked to feel his dad pushing upward. Dad pumped his cock up into his son and Felix let his weight fall onto his father. With his forehead down on his dad’s shoulder, he whispered, “… fuuck… oooh fuuuuuuuck….” He had taken the whole thing. His ass was on fire, but he now possessed a new awareness. The fat trunk plowed into him, massaging his insides and awakening a phenomenal sensation. His own cock was still swollen to its fullest size, and he felt the strong urge to touch himself.

    Alan heard his son’s mewling and felt the need to thrust hard into his boy. He was rewarded with affirmative groans croaking out of Felix’s throat. When was the last time Felix had sat on his lap? Surely, long ago, an innocent young man once sought the comfort of his loving father’s embrace. Now, Felix was once again sitting on Daddy’s lap, but also had Daddy’s hard cock lodged all the way up his ass. Hot damn, that boy’s hole was the best fuck Alan had ever experienced. His barriers of rebellion crumbled and Alan fell into total obedience with that masked invader’s cruel plan.

    As Alan and Felix both uttered their pleasures, the stranger held onto Toby’s big boner and jerked it while fucking his ass. Toby cried out under the anal assault. 

    “You gonna cum for me?” The man needled. “Oooh, yeah, boy, shoot your cum for me!”

    Toby’s young form was experiencing a revelation. The burning, irresistible tingling inside his fuck-hole drove the youth over the edge. “Fuuuuck, yes, fuck me,” the young man groaned. “God, oh Jesus, yes, fuuuuuck!” The fat cock up his ass pushed his orgasm out from the inside, and the rough grip on his cock pulled his cum up from his balls. His white nectar splattered across his clenched chest and stomach. 

    “Fuck yes! Yes, boy, that’s it! Ugh! Uhhhhh!” The man bucked hard into Toby, spilling his own goop up into the boy’s spasming asshole. 

    Dad and Felix listened to their brother’s orgasm, and their captor’s orgasm. They breathed into each other’s mouths while tongues tangled. Father and son lustily kissed as Alan wrapped his arms around Felix’s lean torso. Alan felt a wetness at his nuts and saw the stranger standing behind Felix. Toby was on his knees, licking his daddy’s balls as Alan pumped his pole into Felix’s ass. The man reached around to tweak Felix’s nips and jerk his stiff cock.

    “Ah, god, Dad, uhh, shit!” Felix was overcome by the twin assault on his asshole and his hard cock. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me!” Dad’s thickness was rubbing on some amazing spot deep inside him. It was too much. Combined with the rough handling of his sensitive cock-head, Felix soon felt himself falling over the edge. He shot his load all over his father. 

    As his son’s cum splashed on Alan’s tight, naked abdomen, Felix’s tight hole spasmed around his thick stiffness. Alan grunted, painting his son’s guts with his viscous man-fluids.

    The small family was left panting in the sharp coldness, recovering from their insane sexual encounter. The stranger’s demeanor was transformed. His task complete, all traces of maliciousness had vanished. While pulling on his clothes, he spoke one last warning to Alan about his debts. “Your commitments are now resolved,” the masked man said. “But everyone from your old circle will know about this.” He leaned into Alan, pressing his lips to the other man’s, with one hand holding his face. He repeated the gesture with Alan’s sons. It was a surprisingly gentle farewell after a night of unwilling degeneracy. “Thanks, fellas,” he said with a slight smile, and walked out the bedroom. Alan was faintly aware of the front door opening and closing. The stranger was gone.

    Alan collected himself. He asserted his authority, trying to build back up the shattered family structure. He had each of them shower as he removed the sheets from Toby’s bed. He offered his younger son his master bedroom while he slept on the couch that night, figuring that no one would want to spend any more time in the tainted space. 

    In the following 24 hours, Alan had them all get tested for STDs. They all came back clean, and the patriarch wept with gratitude. He moved himself and his sons across the country. Enrolling them all in therapy, he tried his best to compensate for what his family had lost on that terrible day. 

    But all his efforts were eventually fruitless. One day, months later, Alan had finished preparing dinner. He called after his boys to the table, but received no response. He hiked up the stairs to check on them. Toby’s room was empty, so he moved to Felix’s and was astounded to find them stripped down to their underwear, in bed, entwined in each other’s arms. They swiped their tongues into each other’s mouths while humping their bulging baskets together. Felix lay on his back with smaller Toby on top. The older brother’s hands moved down Toby’s slim body towards his round cheeks. Dad watched Felix’s long fingers gripping into the boy’s mounds, Toby’s soft buns bulging between Felix’s digits.

    Then, Toby slipped off of his brother and they lay side-by-side. Felix twisted his upper body over Toby and Toby rose up so they could continue their passionate kissing. Toby’s hand groped at his big brother’s bare torso, feeling up Felix’s chest and abdomen. He finally reached his prize, and held tightly to the hard rod hidden inside Felix’s underwear. 

    Felix reached between Toby’s legs, slipping his fingers into the leg-hole of the kid’s briefs. Although Alan couldn’t see, he knew Felix’s fingers were pushing into Toby’s hole. Toby let out a little whimper and pulled his face away.

    “Fuck me,” Toby whispered. Alan hearing his son proclaiming such desires was enough. His cock was too hard to keep locked away in his pants. He was depressed that all of his efforts were for naught, and that the brothers had been irreversibly perverted by the incident. But watching them for these few moments had been more arousing that anything he’d experienced in the months following the masked man’s visit. 

    “What’s this now, boys?” Alan asked, stepping forward.

    “Oh god, Dad!” Toby shouted, startled by his father’s presence. They both had fear in their eyes.

    “Now, don’t freak out, guys. I’m not mad.” He took a seat at the end of the bed, his back to the boys. Felix slipped his fingers out of his little brother’s hole and Toby released his big brother’s meat. “I’m just…” He sighed heavily. “I guess I’m just sad that you guys are ruined now. I don’t blame you. But I worry that you’ll never live a normal life.”

    “C’mon, Dad,” Felix spoke up. “No, we’re not ‘ruined’ or anything like that. It’s just… we like being with each other. It’s comforting. It’s probably the only comforting thing we have right now.”

    “He makes me feel safe,” Toby said, reaching for his dad’s shoulder.

    “Do you think… your old man can ever make you… ‘feel safe?’” He turned to face his sons.

    Felix looked to Toby. The older brother spoke up, “I think we’d like that.” They both closed in, snaking their arms around their father. Clothes came off, and hard cocks rose from horny bodies. 

    A short time later, Toby suckled on Alan’s fat, leaky knob, hungrily lapping up his precum. Felix munched on his shaft, running his tongue on the underside before playing Alan’s dick like a harmonica. Both his sons were completely enthralled by their father’s proud erection and worked diligently with their mouths to show their fondness. Toby’s lips slipped from his dome, a strand of saliva and man-juices still connecting them. Felix took his place, slipping his hot mouth over the sensitive cap. Now Toby kissed and sucked at the side of Alan’s sausage while Felix tongued the ridge of his bulb, sucking down all the tasty, seeping liquid. 

    Dinner grew cold as the bond between father and sons strengthened. Alan sat back, relaxed and so proud of his boys. His sons had made each other feel good, and they were making him feel good. Soon, he would return the gesture. The meal could wait an hour… or two. This happy little family was busy laying the foundation for their loving, sexual future together.