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Exposed

I didn’t know what the argument between Beto and his agent, Riccardo Zaniolo, was all about, but Beto came storming out of the A.S. Roma locker room in high dungeon and growled, “Let’s go to dinner. The hotel restaurant.” He was a star center-half defender for Rome’s football team, which had just defeated AC Milan on their home turf, with Beto a standout in the game, so I don’t know what the problem between Beto and his agent was. But as Beto’s trainer, bodyguard, and gofor—at least for public consumption, and in actual fact—I followed along behind. Something was strange, though, and something had been strange with Beto for a couple of days. He usually wasn’t in a perpetual mad like he’d been for a week and we never ate meals together in public. We didn’t do anything together, as anything like equals, in public.

What was between Beto and me was a very private matter. Beto had always insisted on that. He had a macho man public image to maintain.

I was Canadian, so not really part of this Italian world. I had the build of a bodyguard and the training of a physical trainer, so we’d always managed to bring it off, this image of handsome and sexy Beto as the macho international soccer star, who played the field and wasn’t going to let any woman pin him down. To the world I was just his shadow, walking beyond him, outside of his spotlight. He worked hard at playing the field of models and other beautiful women, but, by nature, I was his top and he was my bottom.

That had always been very hush hush, and, going straight from Milan’s Stadio Giuseppi Meazza football stadium to the Aurora Restaurant in our hotel, the Meliá Milano, and entering the restaurant together was a completely new thing for us.

“I can eat later, Beto,” I said.

“Sit,” he growled, so I sat there, at the table, across from him, with him giving a “just dare to ask or comment” look to those he caught giving him a curious look. This was almost everyone in the restaurant, as he was a celebrity here. As we ate, I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn’t say what it was other than “life” and “snooping” and his agent, Zaniolo. I knew not to press him when he was in this mood.

As I feared, he was spotted by someone from the media in the restaurant and a flash bulb went off. I made a move to go after the photographer, but Beto placed his hand on my arm, which caused another flash to go off, and said, “Fuck it. Sit and enjoy your meal, Jack. Tell me what you thought about the game against Milan. Was I robbed of a goal there at the end, or not?”

After we were done eating, I said, “You go ahead. I’ll settle the bill and go to my room. Call me there if and when you want me to come to you. I’ve put a key card under your napkin in case you want to come to me tonight. Room 1126.”

“I’ll wait until you pay for us and then we’ll go up together—to my room,” he answered. “I want you now. I’m keyed up.”

“Go on and I’ll follow,” I said. I looked around to see if the photographer was still there. This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. We’d been so careful.

“We’ll go together,” he declared. Beto had a junior suite at the hotel and I was booked in a distant single I probably wouldn’t be spending much time in. We had never gone to the elevators together to go to our rooms, though. This time we did. More flashes from cameras went off as we stood at the elevators, and, once again, Beto put a hand on my forearm intimately and leaned in to kiss me on the neck before the elevator doors opened.

What in the hell was going on here, I wondered. We had very carefully avoided showing anything like this in the year I’d been working for and spiking the international soccer star on the sly. I may be the boss on the bed, but, in public, I was just a smear on the wall.

* * * *

Usually I played traditional Japanese wife with Beto in public. I followed a good six feet behind, eyes lowered unless I was on the lookout for threats to Beto, usually in the form of adoring female fans. That was my personal body guard role in public. In private, though, when it was just the two of us, Beto was the one who played wifey—and a very needy wifey indeed. Although trim and well-muscled enough, he had the height and build of a classic soccer player, built for speed and maneuverability, not the height and weight to compete with a bodybuilder like me. He was strong enough, but I had him by forty pounds of hard muscle and by three inches in height. He liked to be subdued and then ravished. That was fine with me.

Beto liked it that way. When we were alone and stripped, he worshipped my body and was a total submissive to me. He knew, intimately, every square inch of my muscular frame with his hands and his lips. I was hung and he wasn’t and he danced and writhed on my cock, lying under me, docilely, wanting me to take him hard. I did. His fans just wouldn’t have understood his need or that a man fulfilled it. He often said that it was me his women fans should pursued rather than him because I could give them what they wanted from him better than he could.

It was no different that day, other than we went, boldly and openly, straight to his room, rather than me stealing there from mine sometime later in the night. We always did have sex after one of his soccer matches, the sex wilder when he’d had a win, but he seemed extra desperate this night, stripping me, pushing me down on my back on his bed, making love to every square inch of my body, and then me turning him, slapping his legs apart, mounting and thrust up inside him, and pounding, pounding, pounding, as he wrapped his legs around my waist, dug his fingernails into my shoulder blades, and rocked hard against my pelvis to take me deep. On this night, after we’d both fired off, I made to roll off him, but he clutched at me.

“No, no. Stay inside me. Fuck me again.” And so I did.

It wasn’t like him—not having sex—but in having it like there may be no tomorrow, no following night of sex. I was worried about what was worrying him, but he wasn’t telling me and I wasn’t really in charge here. I had to wait for him to name it—if he ever was going to.

Afterward, after strong-finish seconds, as we lay side by side on the bed, panting, he merely said. “We’re going up to Lake Como for a few days. Have you ever been there?”

“No, I haven’t,” I said. “I’ve heard about it, though. Some movies were filmed there, weren’t there?”

“Yes,” he said. “It’s a good place for fantasy and make believe, although I want to go in the other direction. I think you’ll like it there. I’ve rented a house on the lake. A house completely open to the world. I think that’s appropriate. It has its secrets, but we are going there to dispense with those.”

I might have asked him more, but by the time he’d stopped speaking, he was drowsy and had dozed off. He had exhausted himself—partly because he’d played so hard on the soccer field, partly because he’d taken my cock so hard, but mostly, I think, because he had exhausted himself with whatever was eating him and that he was refusing to let out.

At some point, he’d tell me—and I was afraid it was something I didn’t want to hear. I’d become more than fond of him and happy with our arrangement.

* * * *

The house on Lake Como that Beto drove me to was fantastic, but it wasn’t anything like what I expected. It was a two-story glass cube set on the very edge of the lake, seeming to jut out over the lake and sitting on a rock-walled ground floor that disappeared into a hillside mound to the left of the driveway over a car garage. The hill blocked a full view of the house from the SS36 rim road around the lake, although you could see enough of the glass cube from the road to be intrigued by it. The two-story glass cube of the house was all glass—and I mean all glass. Beto took me directly from the ground-floor rock walled, floored, and ceilinged entrance foyer, up the open glass-tread spiral staircase into the transparent cube. All of the exterior and interior walls were made of glass, and the floor and even the ceiling when I looked up on the second floor were made out of transparent acrylic. The glass in the walls to the two bathrooms off the bedrooms were glass block, but they were still glass and only diffused the shadows of what was inside. They didn’t obliterate them.

This was the most open-to-the-world’s gaze structure I’d ever seen. Beto couldn’t have found a place with less privacy. This was the opposite of how he and I had lived for the past year.

All of the furnishings were white and sleek and low-slung, leaving the impression of living in an iceberg—one that was completely open to the world. No secrets, no hidden agendas. Beto told me that wasn’t really true about the house but that it wasn’t something that needed to concern us—that he’d taken care of that. I was too fascinated with the place to pursue that point.

This was downright fantastic and nothing like any of the classical Beaux-Arts and Italianate architecture of the lakeside buildings I’d seen on the lake shore as we drove northeast from where we hit the lake at Lecco. It also was in no way reflective of the hidden relationship Beto and I had been in for a year.

“I know,” Beto said when I asked him about that. “This is so open. I want a break from the past. That’s what I thought of when the agency told me this was for rent.”

“It’s all very grand,” I said. “But it leaves us exposed. I don’t see that there are any blinds or anything. At night this will be a lantern, exposed to anyone out on the lake or across on the other shore. We aren’t far from the other side.”

“Yes, there are blinds within the walls, but I have no intention of using them.”

“Well, that’s fine for you, but what if I want more privacy? Where will I sleep? Even in the second bedroom, it will look like I am in here with you.”

“There’s another bedroom on the first floor, behind the garage, under the hill,” Beto said “But I picked this precisely because it’s exposed. You will sleep in here, with me, on the master bed, of course. We will make wild love here that can be seen for miles up and down the lake. There is a system to screen the glass, but we won’t use it unless we find the glare at some time during the day is too much.” He walked over to a nightstand attached to one side of the bed and flipped a switch. Immediately, the wall of glass toward the lake became opaque, swirls of cloudy material rising between the panes of glass. It didn’t shut out the light, but it glazed over what could be seen from the outside in much the same way that the glass blocks did for the bathroom walls.

“This isn’t like you, Beto. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come, let’s walk into Colico for a drink at a café, and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

This sounded strangely like a “kiss off” line to me—like, after a year, I was being dismissed when I thought we had so much going for us. It wasn’t the first time I’d been wrong about my love life, though. That gave me pause. I hadn’t thought about our relationship being a love life. We were two men—macho men I liked to think. We didn’t do “love.” We did sex. Maybe I should have given that more thought. For now, I could hold it back until we had taken that walk into the nearby lakeside town and I’d gotten the bad news.

When we got back down into the foyer on the ground floor, I saw that there were four doors other than the front entry off the room.

“Where do those doors go?” I asked. “If one of them is to that bedroom you say is down here, maybe this is where I should sleep.”

“This one on the wall toward the hill is to the garage,” he said. “The other one on that wall is to the bedroom and the one across the foyer from that is into a room under the glass cube. Those two doors are locked. There isn’t anything in there we need. The one at the back is locked too. It goes out to a sunken patio cut into the hillside behind the bedroom and to stairs up to the pool terrace at the back of the house, accessible off the first floor of the glass cube. This is called The Glass House, by the way.”

“Locked doors?” I asked.

“Yes. That isn’t any part of what is us.”

And what is “us”? I thought, but I didn’t say anything.

Shortly after we settled at a small table in the outdoor seating area of a café just beyond the pedestrian pathway on the shore of the lake and had ordered our drinks, Beto suddenly leaned over the table and kissed me on the lips. Shocked as I was at that, I was even more shocked to see a photographer fire off a couple of shots of the kiss. As I had done at the Milan hotel, I started to rise to go after him—I was, after all Beto’s bodyguard and charged with protecting his privacy—but, as in the hotel restaurant, Beto grabbed my arm and said, “Let it be, Jack. I’ll explain.”

And then, after our drinks arrived, he did.

“You’ve no doubt noticed I’ve been on edge recently.”

“No doubt,” I said, showing a bit of exasperation.

He gave me a little smile. “I’ve known for a while that Undici, the sports magazine, is preparing an exposé—of me, and, I guess of you too, of us.”

“So, that’s it—you . . . we . . . are being outed.” And here it comes, I thought. This is why I’m being shown the door. He had to do something drastic to counter the article—to establish the claim that he was straight. I wondered what international model or movie actress Beto’s agent had lined up to lie for him.

“Yes,” Beto said. “But I’m glad about that. It’s time. It’s time to stop pretending about that. I want to come out, and I want to be with you in the open.”

“What?” This wasn’t at all what I expected. “You want us to be in the open? You want to be exposed? Do you have any idea what this might do to your career?”

“Riccardo Zaniolo has been making quite clear to me what it will mean for my career.”

“Your agent knows? He knows about us?” I knew he did, but we’d been in denial for so long—and that included what Zaniolo knew.

“Of course, he knows about us, and he’s the one who learned about the magazine article from Undici.”

“And that’s what the two of you were arguing about at the stadium yesterday?”

“Yes. Riccardo wants me to stonewall it—to deny everything. He wants me to get married—to dismiss you. He already has an actress lined up who wants the publicity of having my baby, even when I said he’d have to find someone else to put the baby in her. He wasn’t fazed by that; he said that could be arranged.”

“It does sound the sensible approach to take,” I said, it being the very last thing in the world I wanted to say, but it was what Beto needed to do if he wanted to have a chance to preserve his career.

“It’s too late for that even if I had any intention of doing it, which I don’t,” Beto said. “I’ve been thinking of coming out for some time. I can’t really do so boldly, though, and have any hope of playing again. I think I’m good enough to be kept in the game even if I’m outed. Times are changing with that. But I can’t take the step publicly myself. There’s a dismissal clause in my contracts with both Zaniolo and A.S. Roma if I declare myself.”

“So, that’s why you encouraged those photos and we’re in an all-glass house. You’re letting Undici do the outing for you.”

“Precisely. There’s just one aspect of this that I’ve been remiss about. I should have included you in on this long before now. You may not want to be outed as well—or to wind up with me. I haven’t said anything to you until now because I’ve been afraid you’d leave me. If you don’t want to be taken up with this, you can take the car and go back to Milan. Someone can pick me up here. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but all of the photos I’ve let be taken of us identify who I am, but not you. I haven’t let the photos clearly show your face yet. You’ll be named in the article, but there’s room for you to deny it. It’s not too late for you to back out and leave. I have an agreement with Undici on that. I may even be able to get them to claim they couldn’t identify the other man or that it’s someone else in exchange for some headline-exclusive quotes from me.”

He looked at me, expectantly, and extended a hand to lay on my forearm on the table. I heard another series of camera clicks.

* * * *

On the way back to The Glass House, Beto said, “I really was afraid you’d not want to be identified with this—that you wouldn’t want to join me in being outed and connected with me in a high-profile outing. That’s why I’ve been putting off talking with you about this. I’ve been afraid I’d lose you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about being outed,” I said. “I was afraid that you were getting around to dumping me.”

“When we get back, there’s something I want you to do,” he said.

“What?”

“I want you to come upstairs with me and fuck me hard in front of the glass wall overlooking the lake.”

I laughed. “I’m fine with fucking you, but I don’t think Undici is going to print a photo of that.”

“I don’t give a fuck for what Undici does with the story now. It’s just symbolic, maybe, but when I found out about this house and how open it is to the world, I knew I wanted to make a statement to the world here—with you. It doesn’t matter if the world is watching or not. It’s the statement that counts.”

So, that’s what we did. We got naked in the master bedroom, and I made Beto take the “perp” stance on the glass wall, his face showing to the world, his arms and legs spread, his palms against the glass, and his butt jutted back. I knelt behind him and ate him out while snaking my hand through his thighs, lacing my fingers through his balls and distending them, and milking his cock. Then I stood, grasped his hips, mounted and penetrated him, and fucked him to a mutual ejaculation.

The world—or at least the small part of the world we were currently in did notice. Boats gathered and paused on the lake and as we reached climax, they let their fog horns go wild. Probably no one out there actually knew it was the international soccer star, Beto Alonso, being royally fucked by a man and declaring his preference to the world, but Beto knew that he’d declared and that, with me, he was taking on a whole new, more honest, public persona, win or lose.

 

–       End –

I will give a brief overview of myself and my wife before we begin our new tale.

See, myself, and my wife are both very slutty, very horny people.

We’ve had an open relationship since day one. Hell, we both fucked various people on our wedding day, as well as fucked each other.  She pegged my asshole hard hours before walking the isle because she wanted me to know my hole is hers over everything, and everyone.

And I left a beautiful load of cum deep in her soft pussy so she might feel it running down her leg as she said I do.

We both feel sex is just sex.

Like riding a bike, surfing or hiking. 

We have no secrets, and fuck everywhere, everyone and share when possible.

MMF, MFF, MMMF, FFFM, FF, MM…we play hard. No hang ups. 

We’ve both guided many cocks in each other’s holes.

This story begins after a night of wild, sweaty, unhinged, nasty, fill every hole available sex with a group of like minded friends.

Drinking, smoking, pills, poppers all flowed like a river.

We were at a beautiful mountain retreat we often rent for these weekends of debauchery.

It was near sunrise and we had been fucking, sucking and partying very hard.

I was still pretty high when everyone finally left. Not sure what we had taken, but it was lot over the night.

My asshole was still gaping from all the cocks that had bread me. Cum still keeping me wet, and slippery.

I had really slutted myself out this weekend.  Wife had me dress up like a complete slut for everyone. I looked pretty good. Not passable in the daylight,  but definitely good enough to be bent over, and have my ass filled all night by men and women. Lots of strap ons walking around. It was just awesome.

I wasn’t sure where wife was, but last I saw she was being fucked by a friend Tina and her HUGE strap on while blowing one of our other guests. She loves to suck cock and swallow load after load.

The house had emptied and I was spent.

I found the master and there she was.

Face down, ass up, out cold. She had a beautiful jeweled butt plug still in her ass, and I could see the cum still glistening and dripping from her pussy.

I gently pulled out her plug and gobs of cum rushed out of her hole.

I gently started licking her ass, cleaning and eating the wonderful loads out of her.

She twisted and moaned under me as my tongue cleaned her puckered hole.

I could hear from the sounds she was making she was really close to cumming so I took that as an invitation to slide my hard cock in her soaking wet hole.

I popped the tip in, and let her adjust.

I slowly slid all the way in…she let out a guttural moan and pushed her ass back on me taking my cock balls deep. That was my que.

I started pounding her hole because I knew

I wouldn’t last. I fucked her hard and deep, before long she was cumming all over and that sent me over the edge.

I shot my load deep in her. As my cock softened and poped out of her well fucked asshole, I slid down and cleaned her up again.

I have no issue eating my own cum, especially out of her ass or pussy.

After I was done we huddled up, spooned,

I was the little spoon tonight and drifted off to sleep.

As I mentioned, we had all partied hard.

We smoked, drank and on this night handfuls of X. So we thought.

A mutual friend had brought a fuck bud who was in pharmaceuticals and had a party bag.

We had popped random pulls all night and was in a cloud of sexual excitement.

I was woken by a scream from the bathroom, it was my wife…

I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom and there she was, standing naked staring in the mirror…I saw her perfectly shaped ass and asked “what’s wrong”?

She slowly turned and to my shock, standing there beautiful as ever, naked just as I love her, hung a six inch soft cock between her legs. Thick, beautiful and what the fuck?

My wife has a cock…

“What the fuck” I asked…”I have no idea” she said rubbing her new appendage softly.

“I woke up groggy, and with this” she said grabbing her cock.

“HOW” I asked…”I don’t know, maybe all that shit we took last…” She paused…”it’s 3 days later”….

We had been asleep for the past 3 days…

We both stood there trying to wrap our heads around what was happening.

I grabbed her, pulled her close and hugged her. We kissed, and I could feel her new cock growing between us…she stepped back, “oh God, its getting hard” she said.

“Easy babe” I said. “You always said it was a dream of yours to feel what a real cock felt like” continuing “you’ve pegged me 100s of times and always wondered what it would feel like to have a real cock and cum, now you can find out” I said.

She smiled, grabbed her growing cock and said “you are so in trouble slut” and kissed me.

We went back to the bed and I sat at the end keeping her in front of me so I could inspect her new tool more closely.

She was hung!

Soft she was a thick 6 inches plus…as she was getting hard, she was like a red bull can thick and huge. Much larger than my cock.

I lifted her thick shaft wanting to see her full lovely sack and huge balls.

I looked up at her, smiled and took her cock in my mouth…she moaned loudly and let out a deep breath…”oh fuck, that’s amazing” she said as I continued worshipping her cock.

I couldn’t get this massive cock all the way in, but I was trying, and she was LOVING IT!

Her breathing was laboring and I could feel her cock growing. She’s a massive 10 inch at least, and thick, I’m in complete heaven.

That’s when I felt her hands on both sides of my head and she started skull fucking me…

Trying to take all of her I was gagging but wanted all of it. Her vains pulsing, she was close. Then ropes of hot cum shooting down my throat…one, two, three….more and more cum running down the sides of my mouth she pulled her new cock from my mouth and kissed me long, hard and deep tasting her cum, licking it from my chin…

“OMG” she said. “That was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had” she continued.

“I want more, I want to fuck you” she said.

I slid back on the bed, lifted my legs for her to have full access of my hole..”fuck me hard, and deep my love” I said.

She put my ankles on her shoulders as I had done so many times before when she peggedme…she rubbed my whole with left over cum and linded up her beautiful mushroom headed cock to my hole…

“Fuck I love you” she said as she popped the tip in me…I let out a gasp…

“Ready my love” she asked…”yes ma’am” I said as she grabbed my legs and buried her new cock all the way in till I felt her pubs on my hole…”FUCK” I screamed….

“Relax pet, mommy is in control now” she said wickedly…and slid out, then back in all the way…”OMG” she said…”you are so tight, I feel your asshole squeezing my cock” she continued as she started fucking my ass.

“It feels amazing, now I know why you like to fuck assholes so much you slut” she continued.  “Yes Ma’am” I said between breathes…”Get on all fours slut, I’m going to fuck your brains out now”…she ordered and I did exactly as told.

I got on all fours, she lined up her cock and slammed balls deep back in to me.

I let out a sound I had never made and cum shot from my cock under us….she giggled and continued to pound my ass.

“OMG, OMG, I THINK IM GOING TO CUM” she screamed as she slammed all the way she could in me and filled my hole with rope after rope of cum…I could feel it in me.

She kept fucking me through her load, I could hear it and feel it splashing between us…she slowed down and collapsed on me pushing me flat…her cock still in me she kissed my neck softly and whispered in my ear…”oh, this is going to be fun my pet” and pushed in my asshole again.

We fell asleep with her cock in me, cum all over and couldn’t have been happier.

I woke to the sound of soft, rapid breathing.

I looked over at my wife to see her eyes closed and stroking her beautiful new cock.

It wasn’t a dream…

“it feels so good, now I know why you’re always touching it” she said.

Jacking her cock faster…”I’m going to cum” she said…and that she did…all over her stomach and tits.

I looked her in the eyes and told her to stay still…I leaned over her and started cleaning all her load off her. Licking her stomach, her beautiful cum covered tits, then down to her cock and took it happily in my mouth again.

To be continued.

Joann was not threatening his urethra with her sounds anymore, but Frank was still between Harry’s legs. He unscrewed the crusher and stretcher parts of his torture device a bit, greatly lowering Harry’s pain. His balls were still somewhat flattened but not as painfully as before, reverting to significant discomfort/light pain. Frank moved around the room, which usually wasn’t a good omen, but Harry was relieved that, at least, he wasn’t standing between his legs.

Harry breathed in relief, positively impressed by the rapid easing of his pain.

They removed the ball gag from his mouth, and Frank presented him with a pill and a glass of water.

Frank: “Swallow it now if you don’t want me to show you how far I can screw those wingnuts and flatten your balls until you do.”

The threat was clear. Harry didn’t have time to protest; Frank brought the glass and the pill near his mouth, and he swallowed.

His respite was short-lived. Joann pumped some lube into her hand and liberally applied it to his hard cock. She hadn’t lied; this lube was indeed very slick.

Joann said, “We’ll now play a new game called edging, denial, and cum control. You’re already familiar with it, but we’ll make it a bit more interesting. I know you desperately need and want to cum. I will now play with your cock, and it will be extremely pleasurable considering your state of arousal and the sensitivity of your cock.”

So far, the game didn’t sound bad at all.

Joann continued, “But for the next 30 minutes, your aim will be to resist this urge, and you must not cum. If you cum, Frank will have his way with your balls using the crusher. And I must tell you, he was far from the maximum flattening of your balls. But you’d probably puke and make a mess, which would be disgusting. I could also demonstrate how one of the small paddles on the wall could interact with your tender jewels.”

Harry knew it was too good to be true. He had hoped for a straightforward handjob and a satisfying release.

Joann added, “So your mission will be to fight your instinct, and Frank will assist. I’ll do my best to keep you on the edge and to prevent you from cumming, but if he feels you’re too close, he might intervene. But don’t worry; it will be far easier compared to what would happen to your balls if you were to cum.”

Frank checked the camera before positioning himself between Harry’s legs once more.

Harry wasn’t sure how he could hold back from cumming. Frank adjusted the crusher slightly. Harry tensed, but the pain remained at a significant discomfort level, not real pain, just more uncomfortable than before.

The weight of the stretcher/crusher made his cock stand vertically. Joann grasped his member and started to caress and pump it extremely slowly. Waves of pleasure surged through Harry, making him question how he could resist the urge to cum. She had complete control over his pleasure and was a master at denying a man his climax.

Joann announced, “The timer starts now!”

For the next 30 minutes, Joann caressed, pumped, stroked, and rubbed his cock, which became more erect and sensitive than ever. She toyed with his glans, adding lube to maintain its slickness, and Harry was completely focused on not cumming, even though his urge to release was overwhelming. Frank occasionally adjusted the pressure on his balls and seemed to enjoy Harry’s reactions. However, he primarily spent his time taking numerous photos of Harry’s glistening and stretched body, capturing close-ups of his cock, balls, ass, and face.

Harry was desperate; the pain in his balls was palpable. But even if the crusher was partly to blame, the primary cause was his severe case of blue balls. He needed to cum.

He struggled with his urge to cum, but Joann’s mastery ensured he wouldn’t get release. Every time he neared climax, she ceased her slow stroking, denying him release. Each denial intensified his testicular discomfort. Harry fixed his gaze on the ceiling, avoiding the sight of his gleaming cock being massaged as it would heighten his arousal.

Joann clearly relished the teasing and denial, savoring the total control she wielded. She manipulated his cock with the finesse of a maestro handling her instrument. By the end of the 30 minutes, Harry had been denied climax over 10 times, teetering on the edge repeatedly, and occasionally releasing a drop of precum that mixed with the lube.

The timer rang, and Joann congratulated him, saying, “Good job, we’ve done it!”

Harry was breathless, yet she continued to caress his rigid member.

She teased, “I have good news for you. You’re desperate to cum, so we’ll ensure you do. Brace yourself for your most intense climax yet!”

Harry visualized his desperate climax, not caring about the aftermath as long as he found relief from his aching blue balls. But then he noticed Frank approaching Joann, prepping with a generous amount of lube.

Joann : “I’m growing tired, Frank. Could you assist?”

Frank : “Nothing would please me more.” He addressed Harry, saying, “Apologies for the disappointment, but I’ll be the one aiding your climax.”

Joann with a smile : “I find it amusing that a macho man’s long-awaited release will come from another man.”

The twist was horrifying for Harry, but given his current state, he felt powerless to resist the impending climax.

Frank grasped Harry’s cock, and Harry shut his eyes, attempting to forget who was handling him.

Frank commented, “I finally get to play with it! Your cock is rock hard!” He stimulated Harry’s glans, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

“Observe this swollen mushroom. I’ll tease it a bit before letting you climax.”

Frank managed to tease him for a few more minutes, focusing on his lubed glans and corona. Harry writhed against his restraints, unable to stay still under the intense sensations.

Frank said, “I enjoy your reactions, but let’s proceed with the climax. Joann, is that alright?”

Joann had prepared some tissues. She remarked, “I’ll try to minimize the inevitable mess.”

Frank firmly gripped Harry’s cock, employing a combination of pumps and twists. Harry instantly felt the inevitable climax approach. A few seconds later, he convulsed, experiencing the most potent orgasm of his life. The sensation was overwhelming, his body contorting under the sheer pleasure. Joann attempted to capture as much of the ejaculation as possible with the tissues, while Frank prolonged Harry’s climax.

When nothing was not coming out anymore, Frank ceased his strokes. Exhausted and overwhelmed by the hormonal surge, Harry lay motionless, his breath ragged. Frank released his grip, and Joann used tissues to clean up the remaining cum. She placed them near Harry’s head, allowing him to catch the scent of his own climax.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Joann pumping some lube in her hands. He grew apprehensive, wondering what she had in mind.

Joann teased, “I promised you’d climax, but I never said it would be just once, did I? You’re a healthy young man, after all you have endured, I think there’s a lot more to take from your balls. I think you can cum again many times and there’s still a lot of ways we didn’t use to please you. But, let’s keep it for later, for your second orgasm, my hands should be enough”.

She grabbed his cock with her slick hand. It was still oversensitive from his orgasm. She rubbed his cock head, Harry trashed wildly. 

Joann “This my boy is called post-orgasm torture, when you use a male’s penis own sensitivity against him, and you’re not done riding this particular horse”.  

Gathering the lube in her hand on it, she grabbed his cock head and began rubbing it with her thumbs. Harry screamed, begging her to stop. 

To The Victors Belong The Spoils

Patrolman Tommy Jay and State Trooper Lionel hung their heads dejectedly, even submissively.  They remained tied and cuffed into the top and middle ropes on the Davenport side of the ring.  They were on their knees.  TJ’s dad Big Bill Davenport lay on his side unconscious.  The Latino teen bodybuilder Luis Cortez stood above him.  He had placed one foot on Bill’s obliques and done a victory flex to the delight of his Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge. 

Luis’s creamy walnut complexion was glistening with oil and sweat.  His 50” pecs with brown nipples were well-defined, and each of his 20” biceps had a sculpted peak.  The icing on the cake had been Bill submitting to Luis–calling him “Papi” and himself a “Puta” before Luis KO’d him.

Carlos said “Time for you to claim your stakes, mi hijo.”  The young bodybuilder nodded, dropping his pose and taking his foot off Bill’s side.  He looked over at Tommy Jay.  “That Puta,” he said pointing, “He wants my cock so badly.  I say we get him to get me all worked up for his dad.” 

Carlos and Jorge both grinned.  They went over to where TJ and Little Li were on their knees.  “Let’s see what these boys are packing,” Jorge said as he leaned down grabbed the sides of Lionel’s dark blue Speedo and peeled it down his legs.  Lionel’s cropped black pubes appeared along with his soft 8.5” cut cock.  Carlos did the same to Tommy Jay and whistled when the young officer’s nearly hard 8” cut cock came into view, also framed by black pubes above the dick’s root.

Luis kicked Officer Bill onto his back then school boy pinned him, yanking his arms above his head.  Bill started to awaken but was clearly groggy.  Luis felt his 11” uncut cock hardening once more in the cum-smeared pouch of his white poser.  He slid forward on Bill’s chest until his package rested on Bill’s mouth and chin.  “C’mon Puta!  Time to wake up!  You and your family stepped into the shit, just as I warned you in that parking lot.” 

Bill’s eyes opened.  He found himself staring upwards at Luis’s chest.  He felt the wet pouch on his mouth and smelled the remnants of the kid’s cum load from the end of round one.  His eyes widened as he began to realize what had happened.

“That’s better, Puta!” said Luis and he began to rotate his hips, rubbing his swelling pouch clockwise all over Bill’s face.  “You like the smell of a real Alfa’s load, don’t you, Cerdo?  Why don’t you lick my bulge?”  The black patrolman shook his head no and tried to turn his head away.  But he felt his own 9.5” cock beginning to harden in his dark blue Speedo.  The smell, the feel of Luis’s Speedo-covered erecting shaft and his balls were making him hard.  He found himself unable control his reactions.

Slowly, the officer opened his mouth and extended his tongue, tasting the cum on Luis’s poser pouch.  “That’s a good Puta,” Luis said as he looked back over his shoulder and saw Bill’s bulge tenting.  “Awww, Puta, you like my big Alfa polla y polotas, don’t you?  I think your hijo wants them even more!”  The Latino alpha stood back up.  He could feel the lust-filled eyes of Tommy Jay upon his body and fat bulge.

“Uncle Tio,” Luis said, “Bring the little Puta over here.”  Jorge went to the ropes and unlocked the cuff attached to Tommy Jay’s left hand.  He then untied the naked young police officer with his now fully erect 8” cock from the ropes and brought him over to where Luis stood.  “I want both Putas on all fours in front of my big cock!” Luis exclaimed.  Jorge peeled Bill’s dark blue Speedo down his legs.  His semi-hard 9.5” cut cock sprang free.  His chrome metal cock ring encircled his thick cock root and balls.  It glistened in the ring lights.  Jorge yanked Bill onto all fours.  He positioned both black police officers—father and son—in front of Luis and eye level with his nephew’s tenting poser pouch.

Luis palmed his swollen crotch in front of TJ’s face, saying “I know, Puta, you have wanted my cock since we first met!”  Tommy’s eyes widened.  “Let me see it,” Tommy panted in a pleading tone of voice.  Luis smirked.  He grabbed the waistband of his white poser and slowly peeled it down his thighs and calves.  His light dusting of black pubes came into view followed by the base of Luis’s cock.  Then the semi-hard 11” uncut dick came into full view.  Pre-cum pooled in Luis’s slit.

Tommy Jay was almost salivating as he leaned forward.  His tongue lashed against the protruding head of the teen bodybuilder’s cock.  Bill watched his son intently.  The officers’ cocks were at full attention.  Luis sighed a soft moan then plunged his cock into TJ’s mouth.  He held the back of the young officer’s head and began rocking his hips back and forth.  Tommy’s nose began to brush up against Luis’s black pubes on each thrust as the head of the big cock reached his throat.  Saliva dripped from the corner of Tommy Jay’s mouth.  TJ lost himself in submitting to the Latino teen bodybuilder’s monster dick.  Bill couldn’t believe his kid was so good at sucking a man’s cock.

Big Bill looked at Luis’s fat shaft disappearing repeatedly into his son’s throat.  He then looked upwards at Luis’s cut body and creamy walnut complexion.  Luis looked down and grinned at Bill.  “Your turn, Puta,” he said, as he withdrew his swollen cock from Tommy’s mouth.  He was fully hard.  His cock was perfectly curved—like a thick banana—growing fatter from the base to his big cock head.  It dripped of saliva and sticky strands of pre-cum.  “Open wide, Puta!” Luis ordered as he brushed the tip of his dick against Bill’s lips.

The father hesitated and Luis moved both his hands to the back of the officer’s head.  He began to pull Bill’s face forward.  The black cop reluctantly parted his lips and his jaw opened as wide as possible.  His mouth stretched to accept the swollen head, then the first few inches of the shaft.  His eyes watered and he gagged as the rest of the thick monster went deep into his throat. 

Luis said “That’s it, Officer Puta, take my big cock, take all of it, you fucking Polla Puta!”  Luis sped up his thrusts and began yanking the officer’s face into his crotch over and over again.  Gagging sounds filled the arena as the cocky teen bodybuilder used Bill’s mouth and throat.  “Fuck yeah,” Luis moaned in pleasure, “So good, Puta, so good, you were meant to suck my Polla…keep going, Puta.”  Bill tasted the salty pre-cum of the teen bodybuilder as it leaked from the cock.

As he watched Luis’s cock pummeling his dad’s throat, TJ stroked his 8” cut cock, which was spurting pre-cum onto the canvass.  He suddenly felt hot wetness slide into his ass crack.  He turned over his shoulder to see Jorge extending his tongue and moving it up and down through his furry crack.  Luis’s uncle found TJ’s pucker and began circling it with his tongue and lightly darting the tip into the young officer’s hole.  “Ooohhhh,” Tommy sighed in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Carlos moved to the ropes and stood in front of Little Li.  He had taken the handcuff key from Jorge and used it to unlock Lionel’s cuffed hand.  Almost immediately Lionel began pawing at Carlos’s poser.  He pulled it downwards freeing Carlos’s 9” cock.  The swollen head bounced up and down before Lionel’s eyes.  The officer clearly wanted the cock in his mouth, but Carlos playfully swatted his face with the head of his dick.  Pre-cum sprinkled on Lionel’s cheeks. 

“Uncle Lionel,” Carlos said with a smirk, “Not surprised you’re a Polla Puta too!”  Lionel opened his mouth wide.  Carlos rammed all 9 inches of his manhood down his throat and began to face fuck the officer.  The 6’4” 250 pound burly officer fully surrendered to the Cortez twin as his Papi.

Jorge withdrew his tongue from Tommy’s hole.  He pulled down his poser and positioned his hard 9” cock in the young officer’s crack.  He moved forward until the head of his dick bumped into Tommy’s pucker.  “Ready Puta for a real Alfa polla?” Jorge said.  Luis watched his uncle and nodded approvingly. 

Jorge grinned back then pressed his big dick forward breaching Tommy’s outer and inner rings.  Tommy felt enormous pressure and grunted as his hole was invaded.  He tried to relax and finally felt Jorge’s balls touch his ass cheeks.  Jorge waited a few moments as TJ adjusted to his girth then began to move forward and back, picking up the tempo as he fucked the officer hard.  WHAP!  “Ohh!”  WHAP!  “Ohh!”  WHAP!  “Ohh!”  WHAP!  “Ohh!”  WHAP!  “Ohh!”  Tommy’s breathing became raspy and labored.  He yelled “Oh fuck me, fuck my hole harder!  Fuck yes, your big cock feels so good in my Puta hole!”

Luis kept up his skull-fucking of Bill’s face until he was on the verge of cumming.  Bill had swallowed a large amount of the young bodybuilder’s pre-cum.  He couldn’t see his own cock but droplets of pre-cum had pooled on the mat below where it bounced up and down.  Luis pulled out his dick and bitch slapped Bill’s face with it.  “Ok, Puta,” he said, “Time to get fucked!”  

Luis looked over at his Dad Carlos face-fucking Little Li.  Lionel looked to be an expert cocksucker.  Unlike Bill, Lionel didn’t gag as his throat was pummeled.  Luis yelled “Bring the Puta over here!”  Carlos reluctantly pulled out of Little Li’s mouth.  He pulled the officer to his feet and moved him over to Luis and Bill.  “Lay down on your back!” Luis ordered, and Lionel complied at center ring.  Luis meanwhile moved Bill, who was on all fours, so that his body hovered above his twin’s face and upper torso.  Bill’s hard dick lined up with Little Li’s mouth.  His brother’s eyes widened as he started upwards at the big 9.5” cock.

Carlos’s hard 9” cock swung left and right as he traded places with Luis and positioned himself in front of Bill’s face.  Luis moved behind Bill and spit on his huge cock head and shaft.  He slid the monster dick into Bill’s ass crack.  The officer said “I….I….I’ve never been fucked…”  “First time for everything, Puta!” Luis smirked, adding “I can’t wait to feel your tight virgin hole.”  His cock head bumped up against Bill’s pucker and began to press against it.  

Bill grunted as he began to feel the pressure build.  Carlos slapped the officer’s face and pushed his cock head against his lips.  “Open up, Puta!” demanded Luis’s dad.  Bill complied and soon started gagging again as Carlos’s cock slammed repeatedly into his throat.  Several seconds passed before Bill felt his outer ring begin to surrender to the 11” cock, followed by his inner ring.  He felt a huge burning sensation.  “Ohhhhhh….ohhhhhh….ohhhhhhh” he half groaned and moaned.  “That’s it, Puta,” Luis said, “That’s what a real Alfa polla feels like!”  He bottomed out moments later and soon was off to the races ramming Big Bill’s hole.  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!  ”WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”

Bill’s cock had actually softened a bit as he was drilled by the teen bodybuilder.  The head of his cock began to dangle downward until it brushed against his brother’s lips.  Lionel could see the 9.5” cock coming his way.  He wrapped his right hand around his own 8.5” cut cock, which had remained hard.  Then he opened his mouth and captured Bill’s cock head and part of his shaft in his mouth.  He applied suction and tasted his brother’s pre-cum.  His lips swirled around the cock head and his tongue lapped against Bill’s v-spot just below his cut head.  “Fuck yeah, Little Li!” yelled Carlos, “Puta’s sucking his own bro’s cock!”

Jorge slammed into Tommy Jay over and over again.  The younger officer felt his prostate tagged and tingles throughout his body.  He watched his Dad Bill getting spit-roasted at center ring and his uncle lying underneath Bill and sucking the head of his big cock.  The sight was so hot that Tommy could feel his load rising.  “Fucking take my Polla!” shouted Jorge as he pounded into TJ’s hole one last time.  Jorge’s glistening body spasmed as his cum load exploded deep inside Tommy’s bowels.  TJ’s 8” cut cock pulsed and, untouched, shot ropes of cum onto the canvass.  He felt Jorge collapse on his back.  As he slid onto his chest, he felt his warm cum on his pecs and abs.

Bill’s holes were completely dominated.  He didn’t want to cum…to give these Cortez dad and son the satisfaction of knowing they had made him surrender.  But he wasn’t going to last, particularly when his brother was sucking his cock like a vacuum.  And Luis’s huge cock felt weirdly satisfying in Bill’s ass.  His prostate was getting pounded each time the young bodybuilder thrust forward, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his nerve endings. 

Bill’s mouth was stretched wide around Carlos’s fat 9” cock.  Bill grunted around the big dick each time Luis rocketed his hips forward until they slapped Bill’s ass cheeks.  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  WHAP!  “OHHH!”  His 9.5” cut cock had fully hardened as Little Li swallowed half of it from underneath the officer.  Carlos suddenly yelled “I’M CUMMING!” and Bill’s throat was filled with the Cortez brother’s warm load.  He tried to swallow all of it but some dripped onto the mat.

Luis was close behind.  He was panting as he hollered “Puta, take my cum load!”  Bill felt warm cum fill up his canal as the teen bodybuilder shuttered in the throes of his orgasm. 

Lionel increased the intensity of his suction and Bill lost it, going over the edge, and blasting a huge load down his twin’s throat.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” he grunted as his balls were drained.  Lionel was right there, stroking his 8.5” cock and shooting his load over his 53” pecs. 

As he came down from his climax, Luis pulled out and pushed Bill on top of Lionel.  His pecs fell on Little Li’s cum-splattered chest.  His still-hard cock pressed into Lionel’s hard dick.  “Look at the Polla Puta Brothers!” Luis snickered.  The victor snaked his hands between the two black officers, found Bill’s metal cock ring and twisted it off.  He held it aloft with a big grin.  “My souvenir!” he declared then pulled his balls and softening cock through the snug ring.

Jorge dragged the naked Tommy Jay over to where Bill lay on top of Lionel.  He shoved the younger officer on top of Bill’s back adding to the heap of naked police officers—two of whom had been fucked senseless by the Cortez uncle and nephew combo.  Carlos and Jorge looked at Luis and double bi-flexed.  Their uncut cocks were still dripping with cum.  Luis retuned the double bi-flex, revealing the light dusting of black pit hair.  He smirked and grabbed his shaft then shook his cock head over Tommy Jay’s back—sprinkling his remaining load on the younger officer’s upper shoulders.  “Should we give the Putas a rematch?” he asked.  Carlos and Jorge grinnned as Luis’s dad said “Only if I get to fuck Officer Bill next time, make him call me Papi and himself Puta!”

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One week later….

Late at night, Luis Cortez was driving his Ford truck down South Street on his way home after a weightlifting session and casual dinner with his Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge.  He had worked up a thick coat of sweat over his ripped physique and was still wearing his black tank top and gray gym shorts.

Luis, his dad and uncle had celebrated their victory over the Davenport tag team and the memorable “stakes” they had enjoyed.  Luis was cockier than ever, claiming he could have beaten the Davenports by himself.  “A 3 on 1, hijo?” Carlos had arched his right brow, “You might end up destroyed and getting fucked hard.”  “No way,” Luis said, “Tommy Jay and Little Li are Polla Puta bottoms.  Bill became my Puta.  I’m in his head now.  They wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Luis smiled to himself as he remembered his own words.  He felt his 11” uncut cock beginning to grow in his blue jeans.  Bill’s hole had been so tight.  He would love another chance to fuck the 6’4” 235 pound black muscle hunk.

Lost in his thoughts, the teen bodybuilder was startled when suddenly a loud siren sounded and blue and red lights flashed behind his truck.  “What the fuck?” he said out loud.  He hadn’t been speeding and wasn’t drunk.

Luis pulled over to the right side of the road.  The police vehicle parked right behind his truck.  The driver side door opened, and a large police officer in a dark blue uniform emerged.  It was dark and Luis couldn’t make out the man in his rear view mirror.  The officer came up along side the truck with a flashlight until he was next to Luis’s door.  He made a motion for Luis to roll down his window.  The teen bodybuilder hit the button and the window lowered.

The officer leaned down and shone his flashlight into Luis’s eyes.  The teen bodybuilder was blinded by the light.  “Good evening….Bitch,” a deep voice said.  Luis immediately recognized the voice of Officer Bill Davenport.

(The End.)

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I was watching my friend taking a piss in the next cubicle. He knew that someone was watching (the glory-hole gave that away), and he was putting on a pretty good show for his anonymous admirer. Angling himself just right, pushing his jeans down to his knees for a full display, making himself semi-hard while he handled his beautiful, cut tool, all the while aiming his pale yellow stream into the bowl. Perfect.

He often stopped off at this bar on his way home from working on various building sites around town, and I’d wondered if he might be here. I hadn’t seen him for a while and took a punt on finding him, always happy to be in his good natured and handsome company.

I couldn’t see him amongst the crowd when I first came in, and needing to take a leak I headed for the toilet before ordering a drink. That’s when I saw him disappearing into one of the cubicles that lined the wall opposite the urinal, which at that time of day looked like a busy train platform in peak-hour Tokyo.

Ducking into the stall next to his it didn’t take me long (roughly 2.5 seconds) to spot the ubiquitous hole at waist level gouged through the adjoining partition. I instantly bent down to take a peek and saw him standing directly in front of my face, rubbing the front of his jeans for whoever had suddenly occupied the neighbouring stall. 

His large, calloused hands were a sight to behold as they massaged the prominent bulge of his crotch before slowly unfastening his heavy belt buckle and beginning the provocative ritual of popping the buttons on his fly, stud by stud, agonisingly slowly. 

He stepped up close to the wall and positioned his groin against the hole, which was just big enough to allow me to undo a couple more of the buttons and push my nose against the mound of his cock, hidden in the folds of his damp, stained y-fronts. I inhaled deeply as he pushed himself harder against me, clearly enjoying my enjoyment.

Stepping back he opened the front of his denims and slid a hand into his undies, wrestling with his tool before bringing it out and stepping across to the bowl for the next stage of the performance. 

He pushed his jeans down and settled them just above his knees, pulling up his shirt to display his hairy butt, which I had long dreamt of. His fleshy balls were covered in fur as well, and he played with them momentarily (for my amusement I like to think), before allowing them to swing heavy and free.

When his flow started it was strong and pungent, and I imagined I could smell its sharp scent from my hiding place. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and farted, laughing at his own surprise, while his piss splashed noisily into the bowl. I could feel my cock pressing uncomfortably against my fly and fumbled clumsily with my pants to release it, slippery and threatening to shoot.

I massaged myself slowly, carefully, not wanting to cum until the show was over. I was transfixed as he moved his fingers into his piss stream, covering them in his warm water before sticking them through the hole for me to lick clean, which I did, running my tongue over his rough, hard knuckles, savouring the sharp, salty taste of his piss and the earthy grime of his day.

After what seemed like an age his pissing slowed and then stopped. He didn’t shake off the remaining drops, preferring to push his cock through the hole and into my waiting mouth. I tickled his wet slit with the tip of my tongue, dislodging a droplet of piss, or was it precum? Maybe both. He’d kept a couple of salty shots back which he let loose, slightly bitter like the beer I know he loves at the end of a long day. He chuckled as he felt me gulp them down thirstily. 

My eager attentions had made him stiff and his cock was now fully erect. He must have been pressed hard up against the partition as I could feel his thick wiry bush against my lips as I ate his shaft, not quite gagging as it pressed against the back of my throat insistently. My tongue was all over his warm, meaty prick, paying special attention to the taut cord of his frenulum, feeling it hum, forcing large globules of precum from the engorged knob.

He came suddenly, without warning, and my mouth was flooded with his sweet jizz, filling my cheeks as I attempted to gulp it all down. Feeling his cock spasm again and again I sucked him with increased fervour, sensing him through the wall pressing his groin desperately against the hole, intent on keeping himself in my mouth as he unloaded his delicious spunk, which overflowed and dribbled down my chin despite my best efforts to swallow it all.

I came as well at that moment, almost an afterthought given the pleasure my mouth was experiencing. My spurts hit the wall, leaving a series of slimey trails down the already stained partition. 

I didn’t want to let his cock slip from my mouth, even though his orgasm was well and truly done. I could feel his rod rapidly softening, and he mercifully allowed me to continue holding it gently for a few moments longer before pulling back, my lips possessively holding on for a couple more seconds before relinquishing the beautiful prize.

I watched through the hole as he pulled his jeans up and tucked his now spent penis back into his undies, carefully buttoning the fly before tightening his belt and making ready to depart. Turning to the door he let a few fingers rest on the hole, and I touched them affectionately before he withdrew and was gone. 

Standing up I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned my own messy prick before taking the leak I’d originally come in for. Zipping up and making ready to leave, I looked at my spunk slowly dribbling down the wall and decided to leave it there, all part of the story.

Back in the bar I saw him ordering a beer and wondered if I should just sneak out, but that seemed like a sorry ending. Squeezing myself in beside him I feigned surprise at seeing him there and he happily bought me a beer, putting his arm around my shoulders as we jostled past the other patrons and made for a free table. 

We talked amiably about this and that as we drank our beers. Still feeling flushed I was thankful for the dim lighting in the corner, and I blushed scarlet when he leant across and casually wiped a smudge off my chin, little realising that it was his own spunk drying there.

Chapter One: Invasion

Well, you can’t say he didn’t warn you, I thought to myself. This was the third time this week Derek signaled interest in fooling around and then ended up falling asleep. It was a mixed blessing because, on the one hand, I had finally met a guy who checked a lot of boxes. Handsome, muscular, reserved and inked, but not overly tattooed like some guys I’ve seen when vacationing and on the beach. And perhaps the three most attractive qualities: protectiveness, honesty and boyishness.

Derek, or “Officer Derek” as I playfully called him, had been with the NYPD for 15 years but looked like he could have graduated as a cadet not more than five years ago. He was as strait-laced as they came. He shaved every day, shined his shoes with military precision, kept his hair cut short and exclusively wore tighty whities – full-rise white Jockeys – which I had developed a kink for decades earlier but was a quality rarely I had seen with any of the guys I’d previously been with.

The past year had been great, and we had agreed to move in with each other as a sign of how serious things were. Officer, now Lieutenant Derek, had been sleeping over nearly every night, so it only made sense. Whether it was because he was a cop or just because of his physique and how he carried himself, he made me feel safe. The only flaws were the early mornings, the long days and the unpredictable hours he kept. You couldn’t blame him, but it was frustrating that sex had dwindled to only once per week after just a year. Derek had a habit of stripping down to his briefs after dinner, climbing into bed and falling asleep within about five minutes. I looked at the clock—10 past 10. Derek, eyes closed, lay on top of the sheets, clad in just a navy NYPD t-shirt and his usual white Jockeys.

I walked over, kissed him on the forehead and then playfully caressed his crotch through his briefs. I felt his dick respond by twitching and becoming slightly erect inside the white cotton. Would I get lucky on this Tuesday night? I thought for a second until Derek exhaled, his lips popping and making an extended, whispered puh sound as he did. Nope. He’s out for the night. This was the sound he made nightly as he fell into the light stages of sleep. His lips popped with a “puhhhhh” sound as he rhythmically breathed. You knew within 10 minutes or so, he’d be sawing wood. While snoring might have been a dealbreaker for some guys, it was not for me. There was something oddly reassuring and manly about it. A protective cop, at his most vulnerable, lying next to you. I felt secure with Derek at my side in bed.

I decided I wasn’t quite ready for bed, so I went to the living room to pour myself a nightcap. Through the paper-thin wall my living room shared with Jimmy and Carlos’s bedroom, the couple next door, I could hear their moans of mutual pleasure. Jimmy and Carlos had only been a couple for about six months, but their sex appetite was insatiable. I could set my watch by their nightly routine. I had known Jimmy ever since I had moved into the building, and we’d occasionally hang out together, check on each other’s apartments if one of us traveled, that type of thing. We weren’t besties, but we were completely comfortable with each other. One day, while running into him getting mail in the lobby, I jokingly asked him how his hole could take their nightly ritual. It’s my jaw you should be worried about, he replied slyly. Carlos insists we 69 every night when we get into bed. Says it helps him sleep. It certainly wears me out, although we’re both still trying to wean off the Ambien. Jimmy, like you, was a chronic insomniac.

Oh? I inquire. Yeah, he says. Our trick to a good night’s sleep these days seems to be popping our Ambien by 9:45 and then doing the nasty just as it starts to kick in. We’re both out like lights afterward. He leans in and whispers The other night, I woke up at 3 a.m. with dried cum on my mouth and his dick still in my face, he chuckled naughtily. But then his expression became serious. Are we bothering you? Cause I’ll tell him we should keep it down.

Nah, it’s all good, you smile back. I’m secretly hoping us hearing you gives Derek a hint, you wink as you walk towards the stairs up to your apartment.

Alas, no luck this Tuesday evening as I walk over to the bar to pour myself a whiskey, listening to Jimmy and Carlos, both verbal during sex, with their dicks in each other’s mouths. I had just placed the bottle back when I heard the floor creek behind me, and a pair of solid arms gave me a bear hug. Am I gonna get lucky after all tonight? I said out loud, anticipating Derek behind me. I felt the two hands gently but firmly grab mine, tugging them behind my back. Ooooo. A little aggressive. Aren’t we, Officer Derek? I teased. But then something strange. Something plastic-like slip around my wrists, tightening with an audible clicking sound. I then realized it wasn’t Derek. As my hands were quickly secured with the zip ties, I turned towards my apartment door and saw a man in a mask quietly closing and locking it behind him. Hey! What are you… I started to yell when a hand from behind quickly stuffed a large wad of cloth in my mouth.

I yelled out for Derek, attempting to spit out whatever was muffling my yells. Shut him up the man by the door whispered to whoever was behind me. I then felt a hand over my mouth, fingers pushing the wadded- cloth securely back in place. I then felt another piece of cloth being firmly wrapped around my head and over my mouth, preventing me from expelling the gag. Dere…mmmmphh! Was all I could muster as I yelled out through the gag for Derek, who was just in the other room with the door still ajar.

Shhhhhh. I heard the man who had gagged me say from behind as I felt him pull me towards him, his hand gently petting the top of my head. The way someone would try to calm a child. I continued, in vain, to yell through the gag. Shut him the fuck up, said the other man, still by the door. He had an accent. Puerto Rican? Dominican maybe.I started to kick and stomp my feet, hoping to make enough noise or knock something over to arouse Derek or alert Jimmy and Carlos next door. In an instant, the man who had been by the door lurched across the room and quickly grabbed my legs, zip-tying them at the ankles. And in one motion, they both carried me over to the sofa and laid me down.

Shhh…shhhhh…shhhh. You’re going to be a good boy for us, aren’t you? asked the man who gagged me, almost as though he were talking to a dog. Unable to maneuver my feet to kick the wall where Jimmy and Carlos lay just feet away,I make another desperate yell for help, which is again stifled by the gag. My pleas are returned with an Oh my god, that’s it. Mmmmm hmmmm. Mwahhhh, groans and slurping sounds.

Shhhhhh, says the man who gagged me, placing his finger to his lips and making a shush gesture while smiling. These walls may be thin, but it sounds like your neighbors are a little occupied with each other at the moment. Not to worry, by my watch, we have about ten minutes or so until their noses are out of each other’s asses and snoring away into their pillows. We’ve been casing this place for a week and know the routine.

He’s right, I think to myself, now trussed up on the couch. All I can muster is another frustrated mmmmph, glancing toward my bedroom.

What? asks the man, noticing my gaze and suddenly clasping a hand tightly over my already gagged mouth. Your boyfriend doesn’t sleep over on Tuesdays. You have company? He motions to his partner, who goes over to the bedroom doorway and looks inside.

He’s definitely got company. Dude is in dreamland, he whispers, fully opening the door. I can now hear Derek snoring rhythmically in the bedroom.

Well, well, well, says the man softly in my ear, his hand still clasped firmly over my gagged mouth. Isn’t this interesting? What do you want to do? he asks his accomplice.

Looking back into my bedroom, he says, I dunno, man. The dude seems out like a light.

The man holding my mouth whispers into my ear, He’s not supposed to be here tonight, and I don’t feel like involving a cop in this, so let’s not wake him up, OK? He then motions to the other man, who flicks off the light switch in my bedroom. With the door fully open, I have a clear view of Derek in our bedroom with the streetlight shining through the window on him, still lying above the covers, clad in his Jockey briefs, mouth slightly agape. Der…mmmmphh. I yell futilely through the gag as I watch Derek roll over onto his back and begin to snore even louder. I can see he’s still tenting his briefs as the other man softly closes the door.

The man who gagged me sits down next to me on the sofa. Ay, Papi, I can hear Carlos yell through the wall. You’re gonna make me cum! Returned by an mmmmm hmmmm.  And then more muffled moans of pleasure and slurping sounds.

Jmmmmmphy! Carlmmmmmmph! I attempt to yell out for them again.

 Relax, the man who gagged me says. I know. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I’m an expert at keeping fags like you quiet. Sure, there’s potential rescue just on the other side of that wall, he teased, placing his hand gently against it. And also in there, he motioned to the bedroom door with his other hand.  Yet nobody can seem to hear you through that gag in your mouth, Papi. Such a shame. You’re going to be here for a while, so let’s get you comfortable like your fag cop boyfriend in the other room.

He starts tugging at the waist of my sweatpants, pulling them down to my ankles, just above the zip tie. Oh, another uptight tighties boy, I see he says softly, smiling down at me, exposed in my own Jockey briefs. Ever since I started dating Derek, he had turned me back on to white briefs. In fact, it was one of the things that instantly aroused me the first time we had been intimate with each other.

Where do you keep the laptops? Are they in there? the gag man asked me quietly, motioning to the second bedroom, which I used as my office. I nod. Go check it out, he motioned to his partner, who opened the office door, glanced in and nodded back with a smile. Alright, you’d better get started. This might take a while, so I’ll stay with this one to make sure he doesn’t get any ideas. His partner snapped the light on in my office and disappeared through the doorway.

Meanwhile, I felt the man’s hands gently caress my crotch through my briefs, just as I had done to Derek moments before. I became slightly aroused, which he immediately sensed. You like that, eh faggot? he asked.

The sex noises from Jimmy and Carlos’s apartment next door had stopped, and I again attempted to shift my feet to kick the wall. The man grabbed my legs and placed them firmly back on the sofa as I let out a desperate, muffled grunt. Shhhhh, he said, placing one hand on my mouth and his ear to the wall, intently listening and then grinning. Sounds just like my old army barracks at night, he smiled down at me—a competition of who can saw wood the loudest. Your boys next door just went night-night, and we’re gonna let them take a nice long snooze. 

Keep him quiet, I heard a voice whisper loudly from my office. The gag man, who I could now see clearly, looked down at me and said, Oh my pleasure, as he slipped out of his shoes and began unbuckling the belt of his jeans. I have just the thing to keep a fag quiet. I looked up in terror, fearing what was to come next.

The dining room reeked of opulence and decay, a testament to the twisted nature of its inhabitants. Grand chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling like skeletal hands, their candles casting an eerie glow on the scene below. The long dining table was adorned with gleaming silverware and crystal glasses, each reflecting the flickering light in a macabre dance. Rich tapestries lined the walls, depicting scenes of blood and debauchery in intricate detail.

In the center of the table lay a grotesque feast: platters laden with organs and dismembered body parts, still dripping with crimson life. The vampires gathered around it, their eyes alight with hunger as they tore into the flesh, savoring each morsel. Sounds of tearing and crunching filled the air, punctuated by soft moans of pleasure.

Along the walls, naked young men hung, their bodies bound and displayed for the vampires’ perverse delight. Their limbs were twisted in unnatural positions, offering easy access to their most intimate parts. Sweat glistened on their smooth skin, a stark contrast to the cold darkness that pervaded the room.

“Ah, Jack,” cooed Anna, her fingers trailing along the trembling form of a slender 17-year-old boy. “So sweet…so pure.” She leaned in, sinking her fangs into his neck with a sigh of ecstasy. Anthony watched her intently, his piercing blue eyes betraying a hint of unease.

“Indeed,” agreed Mikhail, his voice dripping with malice. “There’s nothing quite like the taste of innocence.” He turned his attention to a muscular young man named Daniel, his hands roaming over the firm flesh before plunging his teeth into the offered thigh.

As the vampires fed, they discussed the flavors of their victims, comparing the taste of their blood and seed. They reveled in the suffering of the young men, delighting in the power they held over them.

“Have you tried Matthew yet?” Darku asked Anthony, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “His blood is exquisite.”

Anthony hesitated, glancing at Matthew, who stood nearby. The young man’s eyes were filled with terror and defiance, and something within Anthony stirred – an unfamiliar feeling of guilt. He looked away, unable to meet Matthew’s gaze.

“Perhaps later,” he murmured, before sinking his fangs into another captive.

The room echoed with cries of pain and pleasure as the vampires continued their feast, oblivious to the turmoil building within one of their own. As the night wore on, the scent of blood and fear grew heavier, suffocating all those who dared to hope for something more than this grotesque existence.

3 – 4

“Come, Matthew,” Anna beckoned with a seductive smile, her slender fingers curling in a summoning gesture. Anthony’s piercing blue eyes locked onto Matthew’s, his gaze filled with an unnerving mix of desire and uncertainty.

Matthew hesitated, torn between the fear of submitting to these creatures and the primal urge that stirred within him at their touch. With a deep breath, he approached the couch where Anna and Anthony sat, their predatory gazes never leaving him. As he settled between them, he lay back, offering himself to their ravenous appetites.

Anna wasted no time, sliding Matthew’s tunic up to expose his pale flesh, her lips hovering just above his thigh. “Your blood is intoxicating, darling,” she purred as her fangs pierced his skin, drawing forth crimson nectar. At the same moment, her hand wrapped around his cock, expertly stroking it to full hardness. The sensations sent shivers down Matthew’s spine, eliciting a gasp from his lips.

“Anthony,” he whispered, tilting his head to offer his neck. The vampire didn’t need any further invitation, leaning in to press his cold lips against Matthew’s exposed throat.

“Your blood is so… unique,” Anthony murmured, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of moans and slurping that filled the room.

As Anna continued to manipulate Matthew’s cock, his body betrayed him, responding to her wicked touch. His seed erupted, splattering thick ropes across his chest, glistening like molten silver in the dim light. The vampires descended upon the precious fluid, lapping it up hungrily, their tongues trailing over his flesh as they savored the taste – rich and salty, tinged with a hint of sweetness.

“Is this what we’ve become?” Matthew thought, watching the scene unfold before him. The naked men on the walls, contorted and writhing in pain, seemed to stare back at him, their eyes filled with accusation. The vampires’ expressions were a twisted blend of desire and indifference, as if the suffering they inflicted was nothing more than a casual indulgence.

“Anna… Anthony…” Matthew’s voice trembled as he whispered their names, but his words were lost amidst the sounds of feeding and moaning that echoed through the chamber. As each agonizing moment passed, it became increasingly clear to Matthew that his captors knew no bounds – their hunger for blood and pleasure was insatiable, their actions devoid of any moral compass. With each drop of blood they consumed, they disregarded the humanity of their victims, reducing them to mere instruments of gratification.

“Enough,” Matthew vowed silently, steeling himself against the horror that surrounded him. He would find a way to escape this nightmare, to bring an end to the vampires’ unholy reign. And as he stared into the eyes of the damned, he made a promise to himself: he would not rest until every last one of them had been vanquished.

5 – 6

Matthew’s thoughts raced at a frenetic pace, each heartbeat punctuated by the sharp pain of Anna’s fangs sinking deeper into his creamy white thigh. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before – a mixture of agony and ecstasy that coursed through his veins like liquid fire. He gritted his teeth, attempting to stifle the involuntary moan that threatened to escape his lips.

“Does it hurt, my dear?” Anthony’s voice was as smooth as silk, yet laced with an undercurrent of malice. His fingers traced a path along Matthew’s exposed neck, cold and unyielding as they pressed against his rapidly pulsating artery.

“Fuck you,” Matthew spat, the words barely audible amidst the cacophony of gasps and groans that filled the room. He could feel the fire in his eyes, a burning determination that refused to be extinguished by the vampires’ depravity.

“Such spirit,” Anthony mused, his lips grazing Matthew’s neck with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down his spine. “But let’s see how long that lasts, shall we?”

Matthew clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. The pain served as a grim reminder of his humanity, a tether that anchored him to his resolve even as the darkness threatened to consume him. With every torturous moment, his mind raced with plans and possibilities, desperate for a way to escape this nightmare and bring these monsters to justice.

“Can’t… let them… win,” he thought, each word punctuated by the rhythmic throb of his heartbeat. “Have to find… a way out.”

“Ah, I can see you’re plotting something,” Anna murmured, her mouth still pressed against Matthew’s wounded flesh. Her tongue flicked against his skin, lapping up each crimson droplet with a sickening relish. “But, my sweet boy, you must realize that resistance is futile.”

“Never,” Matthew hissed through clenched teeth, the fire in his eyes burning brighter than ever. “I won’t be your plaything any longer.”

“Such a shame,” Anthony sighed, his fingers tightening around Matthew’s throat. “You could have been so much more.”

As the cold grip of despair threatened to overwhelm him, Matthew’s determination remained steadfast. He would find a way to escape, and when he did, he would make them pay for their sins. The fires of vengeance burned within him, unquenchable and fierce, propelling him forward even as the world crumbled around him.

“You’ll never break me,” he whispered, the words barely audible above the din of suffering that filled the room. “I will see you burn.”

7 – 8

With Anna’s fangs buried deep in his thigh, and Anthony’s lips grazing his neck, Matthew fought the urge to scream. Instead, he forced himself to observe the depravity unfolding around him. The aristocratic dining room had become a hellish tableau of suffering, its once-opulent décor now stained with blood and human misery.

Moans of pain and ecstasy mingled with the sickening sounds of slurping as vampires feasted on their helpless prey. Their laughter echoed through the air, cold and cruel, as they gorged themselves on the young, naked men who hung from the walls like grotesque ornaments. The scene was a perverse mockery of the grand banquets that had once been held in this very room.

“Such an exquisite vintage,” one vampire remarked as he drained the life from a muscular youth, amusement dancing in his eyes. “But still, nothing compares to the taste of innocence.”

“Indeed,” another agreed, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of a trembling captive. “The fear only adds to the flavor, don’t you think?”

Matthew clenched his fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as rage boiled within him. How could they treat human lives so carelessly – as if they were nothing more than disposable playthings? His heart pounded in his chest, each beat fueling his determination to escape and bring these monsters to justice.

“Anthony, my dear,” Anna said, her voice sultry as she licked the last traces of blood from her lips. “Have you noticed how our little ginger toy here keeps staring at the others? It seems he fancies himself a hero.”

“Ah, yes,” Anthony replied, his grip on Matthew’s throat tightening. “Perhaps it’s time we teach him just how futile his fantasies are.”

“Enough!” Matthew spat, gathering every ounce of courage he had left. “You’ll never break me, no matter how much you try. One day, I’ll find a way out of here, and when I do, I promise you, I will make you pay.”

The vampires exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter, their voices cruel and mocking. “Such spirit,” Anthony mused, his cold fingers tracing the curve of Matthew’s jaw. “But let me assure you, my dear boy, there is no escape from our world.”

“Your fate is sealed,” Anna added, her eyes gleaming with sinister intent. “You belong to us now, and you always will.”

Yet even as despair threatened to consume him, Matthew’s determination remained unshaken. He would find a way out – he had to. And when that day came, these monsters would learn the true meaning of fear.

“Watch me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the cacophony of suffering that filled the room. “I will be your undoing.”

9 – 10

The room reeked of blood and sweat, a sickening stench that clung to Matthew’s nostrils as he scanned the opulent chamber for any sign of weakness. The chandelier cast twisted shadows on the walls, bathing the grotesque scene in an eerie glow. Chains rattled softly, punctuating the cacophony of moans and slurping that filled the air.

“Focus, Matthew,” he thought, his heart pounding in his chest as he forced himself to ignore the terror and arousal that threatened to engulf him. “Find a way out.”

“Hey,” whispered James, a fellow captive tied to a nearby column. His muscular body was covered in bruises, old and new, evidence of the vampires’ insatiable appetites. “I heard there’s a secret passage behind one of the tapestries. If we can reach it, maybe we can escape.”

“Shh,” Matthew urged, glancing nervously at the vampires who continued their casual conversations while draining the life from their slaves. “If they hear us…”

“Fuck ’em!” James spat, his voice low and fierce. “They’re monsters. They’ll kill us all eventually unless we do something.”

“Quiet,” Matthew hissed, his eyes darting around the room as he noted every detail – the heavy doors sealed shut, the narrow windows too high to reach, the guards stationed at key points. “We need a plan.”

“Look at these bastards,” James growled, his gaze fixed on the nearest vampire, its fangs buried deep in the throat of a young man whose eyes were filled with pain and despair. “They don’t deserve to live.”

“Neither do we if we don’t focus,” Matthew replied, swallowing hard as he forced himself to confront the gruesome reality of their situation. He tried to resist the perverse excitement that stirred within him at the sight of torn flesh and the vampires’ dark, predatory eyes.

“Come now, Matthew,” Anna purred, her icy fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?”

“Of course not,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he clenched his fists and stared into her cold, unfeeling eyes. “No one wants to disappoint their masters.”

“Good boy,” she cooed, leaning in to press her lips against his neck. The scent of blood and death clung to her breath, making him shudder with both disgust and arousal. “Now, let’s continue our feast.”

“Remember,” James whispered, his words like a lifeline as the vampires resumed their grisly banquet. “Behind the tapestries. Keep your eyes open.”

Matthew nodded slowly, determination flaring within him like a beacon in the darkness. He would find a way out of this nightmare – for himself and for the others who shared his fate. And when that day came, these monsters would learn the true meaning of fear.

“Watch me,” he thought, his mind racing with plans and possibilities as the sounds of suffering echoed through the room. “I will be your undoing.”

11 – 12

Matthew’s jaw clenched as he observed the room from the corner of his eye, careful not to draw attention to himself. He couldn’t help but notice a small area near the entrance, where a cluster of shadows seemed to cling to the wall behind one of the monstrous11 – 12

tapestries. The subtle hint from James reverberated in his mind, and he knew that this could be the key to their escape. His muscles tensed with anticipation, each sinew coiling like a spring ready to release.

“Tonight,” he vowed silently, his inner voice resolute. “I will find a way out of this nightmare.”

As the horrific feast continued, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, the air thick with the scent of blood and terror. Matthew’s heart pounded in his chest, every beat echoing the countdown to their desperate bid for freedom. He stole glances at the other captives, their eyes filled with a mix of hope and dread, their whispered conversations passing vital information between them.

“Stay strong,” he thought, sending a silent prayer to the heavens. “We will survive this.”

the next night the vampire mikhail summons to have Matthew and Jack brought to his bed chamber  

The dim, flickering light of the candles cast eerie shadows as Mikhail’s guards forced Matthew and Jack into the opulent bedchamber. The scent of blood and lust hung heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. Jack’s innocent face, flushed with terror and embarrassment, was a stark contrast to his lean, muscular frame. He trembled as the guards shackled him to the wall, the cold metal biting into his wrists. Matthew, tall and lean with smooth ginger skin, stood defiantly by Mikhail’s bed, his striking blue eyes filled with determination.

“Ah, my precious pets,” Mikhail purred, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down their spines. “I’ve been craving your taste all day.”

Mikhail’s imposing figure approached Jack first, his fingers trailing along the boy’s thigh, a cruel smile playing on his lips. With a swift movement, he sank his fangs into Jack’s flesh, eliciting a gasp from the captive. As the warm blood flowed into his mouth, he moved lower, taking Jack’s cock into his mouth, sucking greedily. The sensation was overwhelming, forcing a moan from Jack’s lips as he felt the pleasure rise within him.

Matthew watched, his arousal growing as he stroked his own cock, knowing it was all for Mikhail’s twisted pleasure. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between disgust at the scene before him and the undeniable lust coursing through his veins.

Once satisfied with his feast on Jack, Mikhail moved towards Matthew, who now lay sprawled on the bed, his feet exposed and vulnerable. Mikhail’s tongue traced circles around Matthew’s toes, savoring the salty taste of sweat. Then, without warning, he plunged his fangs into the high arches of Matthew’s feet, relishing the way Matthew cried out in pain and pleasure.

“Please… no more…” Matthew begged, but his voice was weak and breathless.

“Silence!” Mikhail hissed, flipping Matthew onto his stomach to face Jack. He buried his face in the smooth curve of Matthew’s ass, licking and teasing him mercilessly before thrusting his massive phallus deep inside. The sounds of their heavy breathing and muffled moans filled the room as Mikhail pounded into Matthew with brutal force.

“Your future, Jack,” Mikhail growled between thrusts, “is a never-ending cycle of pain and pleasure. You’ll beg for death, but it won’t come.”

Matthew whimpered as Mikhail’s tongue traced a path up his back, reaching his throat before sinking his fangs in once more as he climaxed. The sight and sounds of their torment etched themselves into Jack’s memory, a promise of the horrors yet to come.

As they were returned to their shared cell, battered and broken, Matthew and Jack turned their thoughts toward escape. Together, they studied the layout of the vampire mansion, searching for any weakness in the security system. They knew they had to be patient, biding their time until the perfect moment presented itself when the guards were distracted or occupied. Only then would they have a chance at freedom and vengeance.

3 – 4

Matthew’s body ached as he huddled next to Jack, their shared pain cementing an unspoken bond between them. The darkness of their cell enveloped them like a shroud, offering a brief respite from the horrors inflicted upon them by their captors. But within that darkness, a spark of hope flickered, fueled by their relentless determination to escape.

“Jack,” Matthew whispered, his voice barely audible, “we need weapons… anything to defend ourselves.”

“Y-yeah,” Jack stammered, the fear in his voice betraying his youth and innocence. “I saw some loose bricks in the corner. We could use them to hide stuff.”

Together, they scoured their cell, gathering any objects that could be fashioned into makeshift weapons or tools: a rusted nail, shards of broken glass, and lengths of frayed rope. With each item they collected, their resolve grew stronger, even as their bodies trembled with exhaustion.

“Look, I found a sharp piece of metal,” Jack said, his fingers shaking as he clutched the jagged edge. “We can use it as a knife.”

“Good, we’ll need it,” Matthew replied, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. He felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on him, not just for his own survival, but for Jack’s as well.

They carefully hid their meager arsenal behind the loose bricks, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. As night fell and the mansion was swallowed by darkness, they knew the time had come to make their move.

“Ready?” Matthew asked, his voice barely more than a breath.

“Y-yeah,” Jack replied, fear laced with determination.

“Remember, we only get one shot at this. If we fail…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence; they both understood the consequences all too well.

“Let’s go,” Jack said, his voice stronger now.

They crept through the shadows, their every movement calculated and deliberate. The mansion loomed around them, a monstrous labyrinth of pain and torment. But they had studied its layout, committed every twist and turn to memory, and now they moved with purpose, navigating the darkness like hunted prey.

“Keep quiet,” Matthew thought, his own heart pounding in his ears. “One wrong step and it’s all over.”

As they neared a corner, they heard footsteps approaching. They froze, pressing themselves against the cold stone wall, barely daring to breathe.

“Did you hear something?” a guard muttered, his voice low and guttural.

“Probably just another fucking rat,” his companion grumbled.

5 – 6

With every fiber of their beings tense, Matthew and Jack crept through the dimly lit corridors, the oppressive silence broken only by the distant echo of footsteps. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a rotting miasma that clung to their skin like a second layer.

“Stay close,” Matthew whispered, his voice barely audible. “We can’t afford to get separated.”

Jack nodded, his eyes wide with fear, yet determination burned within them. They had come too far, endured too much, to turn back now.

As they slinked along the corridor, they passed a chamber filled with grotesque statues – twisted forms contorted in agony, each one more horrific than the last. Matthew shuddered, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

“Remember,” he thought to himself, “every step counts. Stay alert, stay alive.”

“Left or right?” Jack asked, his breath hitching as they reached an intersection.

“Right,” Matthew decided, recalling the mental map he had constructed over all those agonizing nights spent studying the layout of this hellish place.

They rounded the corner, only to find themselves confronted by a guard, his cold eyes glinting in the darkness.

“Hide,” Matthew hissed, grabbing Jack’s arm and pulling him into the nearest alcove, their bodies pressed tightly together in the confined space.

“God, I hope he doesn’t see us,” Jack breathed, his pulse racing beneath his skin.

“Quiet,” Matthew urged, his chest constricting as he strained to hear any indication of the guard’s movements.

The guard paused, his gaze sweeping the corridor as if sensing their presence. For a torturous moment, it seemed as though he would uncover their hiding place, but then he continued on his way, his footfalls retreating into the distance.

“Fuck,” Jack exhaled, relief flooding through him. “That was too close.”

“Too damn close,” Matthew agreed, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. “But we’ve got to keep moving. There’s no turning back now.”

“Right,” Jack said, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. “Let’s do this.”

Together, they slipped back into the shadows, determined to escape the nightmare they had found themselves in or die trying.

7 – 8

With the guard nothing more than a fading echo, Matthew and Jack lunged from the darkness, their bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor as they sprinted towards the massive wooden door that marked their escape. The adrenaline coursing through their veins left them breathless, their chests heaving with each desperate gasp for air.

“Almost there,” Matthew panted, gritting his teeth against the burning in his lungs. His mind was a blur of raw instinct, the singular focus of survival overpowering any lingering sense of fear or doubt.

“Can’t… can’t believe we made it this far,” Jack choked out between ragged breaths, his bright eyes wide and wild with the unbridled terror of their situation.

“Neither can I,” Matthew admitted, his thoughts an ugly tangle of exhaustion and determination. “But we’re not out yet—”

Their frantic dash came to an abrupt halt as Darku materialized before them, his towering figure a grotesque mockery of humanity that seemed to suck the very light from the room. A cruel smirk twisted his monstrous features as he regarded them with a gaze as black as the void.

“Going somewhere, boys?” Darku sneered, his voice a guttural rasp that scraped against their eardrums like rusted nails.

“Get out of our way, you sick fuck!” Matthew spat, the rage swelling within him transforming into a bitter bile that burned the back of his throat.

“Or what?” Darku taunted, his laughter a low rumble that reverberated through the chamber like the distant roll of thunder. “You think you can defeat me, little human?”

“Maybe not,” Matthew conceded, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white with strain. “But I’d rather die trying than spend another second as your plaything.”

“Bold words,” Darku mused, his smirk deepening into a twisted grin. “But you’re forgetting one thing, Matthew: You’re mine.”

“Fuck you!” Jack snarled, the fear in his eyes giving way to a fierce defiance that seemed to spark something within Matthew’s chest.

“Such spirit,” Darku drawled, his gaze flicking between them like a serpent sizing up its prey. “It’s almost a shame to crush it.”

“Then don’t,” Matthew said, his voice hoarse but steady as he stared down the vampire lord. “Let us go. Let us have our freedom.”

“Freedom?” Darku scoffed, his laughter rising to a deafening crescendo. “You think you deserve freedom? After all the blood I’ve spilled for you? The sacrifices I’ve made?”

“Your sadism is not our burden to bear,” Matthew growled, his resolve hardening with each passing second. “We owe you nothing.”

“Is that so?” Darku asked, his expression darkening as he took a menacing step forward. “Do you really think you can defy me—and live?”

“Only one way to find out,” Matthew replied, bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation. And as the darkness closed in around them, he knew that this was a battle they could not afford to lose.

9 – 10

The stench of Darku’s breath, a mixture of iron and rot, filled Matthew’s nostrils as the vampire lord bared his fangs in a cruel smile. Matthew fought to keep his own fear from showing on his face, but he could feel the trembling of Jack’s body pressed against his own.

“Did you honestly believe you could escape me?” Darku taunted, his voice dripping with venom. His red eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, reflecting the dim torchlight that flickered across the stone walls.

“Let us go,” Matthew demanded, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet holding an edge of steel. “We don’t belong here.”

“Ah, but you do,” Darku countered, his laughter like nails on a chalkboard. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, an unnatural blur in the darkness. “You were selected, brought here for my enjoyment. You are mine.”

“Fuck you!” Jack spat, a tremor of defiance breaking through the fear in his voice. Matthew felt a surge of pride at his companion’s resistance, even as he was all too aware of the danger they faced.

“Your courage is admirable, but ultimately futile,” Darku sneered. He reached out to grab both boys by the throat, lifting them off the ground effortlessly. The pressure of his icy grip threatened to shatter their windpipes, rendering them helpless in his grasp.

“Please…stop,” Matthew choked out, his vision starting to blur around the edges as oxygen deprivation set in. But even as he struggled for air, his mind raced, searching for any possible way to break free from Darku’s grasp.

“Pathetic,” Darku whispered, tightening his hold on their throats. “You’re nothing more than insects, squirming beneath my heel.”

In that moment, as the darkness threatened to swallow him whole, Matthew knew that he had to act. If he and Jack were to survive this encounter, they couldn’t rely on mercy from a monster like Darku.

“Then…crush us,” Matthew gasped, using the last of his strength to meet Darku’s gaze. “But know that you’ll never break our spirits.”

Darku’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed as a cruel smile spread across his lips. He released them, dropping them to the cold floor with a thud. “Very well,” he said, stepping back. “Perhaps there’s still some entertainment to be had from your suffering.”

As they lay there, bruised and defeated, Matthew clung to the knowledge that they had survived for now. And as long as they had each other, there was still hope, however slim, of finding a way out of the darkness.

11 – 12

Darku’s laughter reverberated through the dimly lit corridors as he dragged Matthew and Jack back to their cell, his grip like iron shackles around their wrists. The cold stone floor scraped against their battered bodies, each jolt of pain a stark reminder of their failed escape.

“Enjoy this lesson in obedience,” Darku sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

As they were thrown into the cell, Matthew’s heart thudded in his chest, struggling to maintain hope amidst the crushing reality of their situation. He glanced at Jack, whose eyes were glazed over with terror and despair.

“Please, no more,” Jack whispered, but there was no mercy in Darku’s blackened soul.

“Silence!” Darku roared, his voice shaking the very walls. “You will bear witness to what awaits those who defy me.” He gestured to the far corner of the room, where a young man cowered, trembling with fear.

“Ah, Lucas,” Darku purred, stalking toward him. “Twenty years old, captured only four months ago… You have served well, but tonight you pay the ultimate price for their defiance.”

Lucas was lanky, his once-muscular frame now emaciated from months of torment. Dark circles marred his pale skin, evidence of countless sleepless nights haunted by the horrors of his captivity. His eyes, once bright with hope, were now dull and resigned to his fate.

“Please, Master,” Lucas pleaded, his voice barely audible. “I’ve been loyal…”

“Enough!” Darku snarled, baring his fangs. As he sunk them into Lucas’s neck, the boy’s screams echoed throughout the chamber, sending chills down Matthew’s spine.

“Watch carefully,” Darku growled between mouthfuls of crimson. “This is the future that awaits you if you dare to resist.”

Jack’s body trembled uncontrollably, but Matthew refused to let himself be broken. As he stared at the gruesome tableau before him, his mind raced with strategies for escape and vengeance.

“Remember this moment,” he thought, steeling himself against the horror. “Remember every detail, and use it to fuel your determination. We will find a way out of this nightmare, and when we do, Darku will pay for his crimes.”

But for now, they could only watch in helpless terror as Darku feasted on Lucas’s lifeblood, his sadistic laughter a twisted soundtrack to their ongoing nightmare.

13 – 14

Matthew’s vision faded in and out as agony pulsed through his body, a cruel testament to Darku’s power. Every nerve ending screamed in protest, but his mind remained steadfast, an indomitable fortress against the relentless torment.

“Pathetic,” spat Darku, his face twisted into a sneer. “You two are nothing more than mewling kittens, yet you dare defy me?”

“Fuck…you,” Matthew managed to hiss between gritted teeth, his voice defiant despite being laced with pain.

“Such spirit,” Darku mocked, towering over them like a monstrous, looming shadow. “It will be a pleasure to crush it beneath my heel.”

“Can’t…break us…” Jack stammered, his body trembling from the onslaught of suffering inflicted upon him. His eyes, though clouded with tears, burned with determination.

“Ah, yes,” Darku chuckled darkly. “Your pitiful little bond. How quaint. Tell me, does it truly make you feel stronger?”

“Strong enough to keep fighting,” Matthew replied, his heart thundering within his chest. He refused to let Darku see the fear that threatened to consume him.

“Very well,” Darku sighed, feigning disappointment. “I’ve had my fun for now. But remember, my dear pets, I am always watching. And should you step out of line again…”

The threat hung in the air like a noose, choking the already oppressive atmosphere of their cell. As Darku departed, his laughter echoed throughout the chamber, a lingering reminder of his malevolence.

“Jack,” Matthew whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. “We’ll find a way out of here. I promise.”

“Never doubted it,” Jack replied, his gaze fixed on Matthew’s. Despite the horrors they’d endured, there was an unshakable resolve in his eyes – a testament to their unwavering bond.

“Darku will pay for what he’s done,” Matthew vowed, the weight of his conviction heavy and palpable. “Justice will be served.”

“Damn right,” Jack agreed, his voice trembling with emotion. “Together, we’ll make him regret ever laying a hand on us.”

As they lay there, battered and bruised, Matthew and Jack clung to one another, drawing strength from their mutual determination. The darkness that enveloped them was thick and suffocating, but in that moment, they knew they were not alone. Together, they would rise up and fight back against the horrors that sought to consume them. And when the day finally came, they would emerge victorious, tearing down the walls of their prison and bringing those who tormented them to their knees.

15 – 15

In the oppressive darkness of their cell, Matthew and Jack huddled together like broken birds in a cage. The nauseating stench of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, the walls closing in on them like a crushing embrace. Their battered bodies ached, each bruise and swollen wound a reminder of their defiance.

“Mat…we’re not gonna give up, right?” Jack’s voice trembled, a sharp contrast to the cold resolve that burned within him.

“Never, Jack. We’ll bring these fuckers down,” Matthew replied, his breath warm against Jack’s skin as he wrapped an arm protectively around him. He could feel the violent rise and fall of Jack’s chest as they breathed, their hearts drumming a defiant rhythm in sync.

“Hey, remember that time we found that hidden pool at the edge of town?” Jack asked, desperate to escape the reality of their situation for just a moment.

“Of course I do,” Matthew said with a soft chuckle, recalling the memory through the haze of pain. “We spent the whole day there, skinny dipping and goofing off like idiots.”

“Those were the best days.” A wistful smile played on Jack’s lips, the nostalgia providing a brief reprieve from the brutality of their present.

“Jack,” Matthew whispered urgently, his mind racing with plans and thoughts of vengeance. “When we get out of here, we’ll find those responsible for this nightmare and make them pay.”

Jack nodded, his conviction unwavering. “You can count on me, Mat. We’ll tear this place apart brick by brick if we have to.”

“Damn right,” Matthew agreed, his once gentle blue eyes now ignited with fury. “These monsters won’t see it coming.”

As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Matthew and Jack nursed their wounds and drew strength from one another. They reveled in the comfort of their shared determination, a bond forged by blood and fire. No matter how harsh their reality or insurmountable the odds, they knew that together, they could overcome anything.

“Jack, I swear we’ll find a way to escape this hell,” Matthew murmured, his voice laced with raw emotion.

“Mat, I know we will,” Jack replied, eyes shining with unyielding hope. “We’ve got each other, and that’s all we need.”

With that, they closed their eyes, allowing the darkness to swallow them once more. But even as they slept, thoughts of freedom and retribution danced through their minds like violent storms, a relentless force driving them ever onward.

Final Chapter

Love Has Left The Room

James’ nude body leaned against the glass window as he stared vacantly through it, his hands caressing his blond fuzzed legs. Every once in a while, he would look at Brian lying in his bed. His body facing up, his lengthy raven hair sliding over the pillow, his broad and muscular chest moving up and down as he breathed softly, his fuzzy legs stretched and relaxed, and his beautiful cock resting peacefully over his abdomen. James smiled in contentment. He still couldn’t believe Brian was there, sleeping in his room. Brian’s beauty was only comparable to the love James felt inside his heart. But whenever James would look back through the glass, into the street, and remember that there was a world out there waiting for them, he would feel a squeeze in his chest, and anxiety would kick in. As the morning light stepped in unannounced and stripped away last night’s wonderment, a deep sadness overcame James. His heart had opened again, and Brian had declared his love for him. But were their unconventional feelings strong enough to survive outside those walls, James asked himself.

“Morning.” Brian’s voice called.

“Hey.” James replied, turning his head to him and beaming.

“What are you doing over there?” Brian asked, turning his body sideways, his dick dipping over the sheets already semi-hard.

“I couldn’t sleep.” James responded, tilting his head to admire Brian’s early morning disposition. “Brian…” He said, with a charming embarrassment.

“Come here.” Brian sounded, his voice loaded with lust.

James immediately complied, leaping from the window bench, hopping on the bed in a childlike manner, and landing next to Brian with his perfect smooth peach facing up. James’ face was now on top of Brian’s as they gazed at each other with overwhelming intimacy. Brian’s hand went up to meet James’, touching it gently. James’ eyes immediately locked as he savored Brian’s passionate touch. He dropped his head on Brian’s chest as the hand continued to move over his back, and the tip of Brian’s fingers slightly grazed his skin, making it prickle. They descended into James’ lower back only to swing up following the roundness of his cheeks, where it finally stopped. James could feel Brian’s now hard 9-inch thick cock honing against his thigh, nudging it slightly as it pulsated.

“You’re so beautiful.” Brian stated as he looked into James’ sparkling eyes. The boy giggled as he hid his face in the hunk’s chest, embarrassed. “Come here.” He commanded, and with a swift move, he grabbed James’ hip with his big hand and ushered his ass towards his dick, locking the two together.

The boy sighed as he felt Brian’s prick taunt his crack, coating it with a substantial amount of juicy precum. Brian began grinding his pelvis forward, pushing his dick along James’ cheeks and parting them gently. James took his left arm and reached back, grabbing Brian’s firm, smooth muscular ass, and steering it into him. Brian’s hand released James’ hip bone briefly to grab his cock and aim it at the boy’s already-soaked sphincter. He quickly regained hold of James’ hip, gripping his fingers on his skin as he pushed inside the boy unhurriedly. While doing so, Brian plunged his mouth into James’ neck and kissed it passionately, with small pecks at the beginning, then gentle licks, adding his luscious lips into the mix by sucking on the boy’s soft skin. Then, as his tip finally entered James’ hole, he latched his mouth on him like a vulture, chewing on him and licking him. James’ moaning increased in both rhythm and vigor. There was no denying it. They both knew at that moment that what they felt for each other was beyond their comprehension, and the ease with which they seemed to find their own sexual pace lacked words to express.

“Brian…” James sighed, taking his arm up and grabbing Brian by his hair.

“James…” Brian grunted, sliding his cock inside easily since it had now slavered the boy’s pink hole with buckets of precum.

There was no crescendo. As soon as his prick was in, Brian was plowing his massive cock inside James. Taking it out to the tip, shoving it back in with a mighty swag. Five minutes in, Brian was pumping sweat as the slapping sounds of his damp hips hitting James’ peach reverberated across the room. James’ moans were leaving the tender territory and entering the pleasurable pain domain. The boy now whimpered in a high-pitched tone that only seemed to entice Brian even more. As the hunk pummeled his dick deeper, hitting James’ prostate, the boy began biting down on his lips, trying to cage the screams that clamored for freedom. Noticing this, Brian lowered the pace, continuing the grind but keeping his pelvis closer by taking his arm and enveloping it around James’ stomach. By doing so, the tip of his cock was grazing James’ prone surgically, giving the boy’s pleasure surges no time to respire.

“Brian…fuck!” James hollered, a surprising rasp in his voice, almost animal-like. He went to scream, but anticipating this, Brian clenched his hand over his mouth.

“Baby…” Brian grunted into James’ neck as the boy’s muffled screams pushed from within his grip.

James’ eyes rolled back as he felt the first shot of Brian’s load enter him. It was warm and took no time to load the deepest recesses of his insides. With each twitch of his hips, Brian planted more sap inside, the strings becoming long and thick. To control his grunting, the hunk bit down James’ shoulder, letting go of his grip on the boy’s mouth. As he did, a sharp gasp broke from James’ mouth.

“Oh my god!” James spat out, still holding on to Brian’s locks, as the hunk’s hips twitched with his orgasm’s last convulsions.

“Oh fuck. That feels so good.” Brian emitted, his body bucking as he let out these soft giggles.

Once he pulled out, James’ taint queefed loudly, releasing copious amounts of batter that started leaking down his thighs. Curious to see it in broad daylight, Brian stood up eagerly and spread James’ cheeks, exposing his loose, drooling hole as it puckered, trying to close again.

“Wow. Did I do that?” He noted, teasing James.

“Brian!” James uttered, burying his head in his pillow, mortified.

Brian returned, wrapping his legs around James and forcing him to face him again. The boy wrung his hands over his face, hiding his laughter. Brian laughed along with him, both enjoying the rush of euphoria. Once it subsided, James finally revealed his face, only to find Brian staring back at him, his green eyes shimmering as tears of happiness announced themselves.

“What?” James questioned.

“It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.” Brian stated, not an ounce of sarcasm or irony in his voice. He meant it. Brushing James’ curls away from his face, he took his lips closer and kissed James with ardor. Their mouths locked, and their tongues danced inside as their moans and nose breathing mingled. They finally unlocked, James’ insatiable tongue still chasing Brian’s mouth as it pulled away. Brian halted, his head hovering over James’.

“I love you, James.” He professed.

James gazed at Brian, and for a brief moment, words escaped him. His happiness at that moment was just overwhelming. Then, finally, his arms clung ferociously around Brian’s neck, drawing him in for an embrace. And they lay there naked for more than one hour in the most restful silence. And for the first time in his life, James was late for school.

During the following days, things started to adjust to the new normal. Brian moved his stuff out of Vanessa’s place. James chatted to George about Brian moving in, and he seemed eager to have another person join the gang. Despite their excitement, Brian declined as he had already gotten a room near the bar where he worked. And would regularly join Robert, his new roommate, for training sessions at the local gym. But it seemed Brian was using it solely to store his stuff, as most of his spare time was spent at James’ house, specifically, his bed. James and Brian planned their days off so that they would have more time together. Their bond seemed unbreakable, and the thought of spending one second of their time away from each other was inconceivable. Their bodies were always touching, their hands always interlaced, and even George acknowledged that James was a more lively person since Brian started hanging around the house. They’d spend most of their time cooped up in James’ room, but the boy made a conscious effort not to dismiss George’s presence and would use breakfast, lunch, and dinner as an excuse to catch up with his roommate.

“Morning, love bird?” George welcomed with excitement as James exited his room, his eyes still struggling to spread, wearing only baggy shorts.

“Morning.” James replied, his voice still raspy. “Can I have one of those?” He asked as he gazed at George’s perfectly cooked French toast.

“Sure, dude.” He responded, promptly standing up and turning his stomach towards the oven.

As he did, Brian exited the room, completely bare, his dick dangling between his thighs, that post-sex hardness showcasing the hunks’ massive size. Brian had the most beautiful, perfect dick, James thought to himself, beaming at him as he walked in his direction.

“Morning!” Brian stated, leaning into James, sticking his tongue inside his mouth, and planting a passionate kiss on him so well executed that the popping sound of their mouths parting grabbed George’s attention.

“Hey!” George said as he turned around. “Holy shit!” He uttered with complete surprise and shock as he peeked at Brian’s cock, instantly turning around towards the oven. “Dude, you’re huge!” He proclaimed.

James and Brian looked at each other and chuckled. Brian signaled James with his head, and the boy stood up. Brian sat down, and James took his rightful place on his lap. As soon as James’ peach touched Brian’s crotch, he looked at him and grinned. Brian was hard. Again.

“Thanks, man.” Brian stated, chuckling at George, who proceeded to dip the bread in the egg sauce.

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t hear you guys fucking like animals for the past week.” George stated. “But damn, J,” He said, turning around and carefully placing the toast on James’ plate, “How in the hell do you fit that thing inside your butt?” He asked with a genuine and almost scientific interest. Brian, who was about to chug a glass of juice, spat it out, laughing.

“Geez, is this what you guys talk about over breakfast?” He questioned as he preened his mouth with a napkin.

“George likes to keep himself informed, right?” James stated, winking at George, who nodded back in agreement. “To answer your question: I don’t know…” James said, turning his head to face Brian. “I guess…it’s just the perfect fit.” He noted, unfurling his beautiful, plump red lips into a smile.

Brian stared at him in complete surrender. He dropped his head slightly, touched James’ neck with his nose, and took a big whiff as he closed his eyes, enjoying the boy’s scent like a fine delicacy. He then planted a wet and noisy peck on his skin. James turned around to find George staring at them, his mouth slightly dropped.

“Dude, I want that.” He uttered, immediately realizing the awkward nature of his statement. “I mean, I wish I had that.” He explained, rolling his eyes at himself.

“Right, I’m out.” Brian informed, slapping James’ ass, making him flinch from his lap. ” Going to my place to grab my gym gear. I’m meeting Robert in about an hour.” He said, running to the room and grabbing his keys. “I’ll see you later, after school?” He asked James.

“I have a double shift today.” James informed. Then he paused, mustering the courage to ask. “But…I can stop by the bar after…maybe wait for you, and we can come here together?” He shot, waiting eagerly for the result.

“Nah, it’s okay. Text me, and I’ll meet you here. Later!” Brian fired, planting a disturbingly formal kiss on James’ cheek and flying out the door.

As the door slammed, a somber silence took place. Then, finally, George took it upon himself to generously break it.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asked with a concerned look.

“No.” James said, smiling at George and clearing him of any responsibility as he began clearing the dishes.

George wanted to comfort James, but he sensed his friend just needed to be alone, so he got up and went to take a shower. James was left alone in his solitude, which he knew too well. The easiness of Brian’s presence and the comfort of their intimacy diminished every time James attempted to stretch their love beyond the walls of that apartment. James wanted to be understanding. After all, this was as new to him as it was to Brian. Maybe he just needed time, James thought. But as he stood in front of the kitchen sink, James realized that he was reverting to his old insecure self, managing his expectations, waiting for people to change. And he couldn’t do that anymore. Despite his present happiness and his love for Brian, that’s a mistake he was determined not to repeat.

Later that evening, James got off work and went straight home. He texted Brian that he was home and taking a hot shower. Brian texted him back as he got to his room, still wet.

“One hour. Can’t wait to hold you. B.” It read.

James’ heart raced. No matter how many tricks his mind would play on him, what he felt reading that text was the only truth his heart accepted. Brian loved him. He lay naked on the bed, his smooth body grazing the washed sheets. There was no better feeling. Completely relaxed, he fell asleep. He drifted into a slumber, with sounds in the distance of George playing on the console, a door opening, and a shower running. Finally, he felt the bed shifting and Brian’s heavy body pressing inside. He could feel his naked body cuddle him from behind, but he was too tired to react, eventually losing consciousness.

“James?” Brian asked softly, waiting for a response, but the boy was asleep. “I’m home.” His voice whispered privately.

Brian kissed his neck, sniffed his skin, swathed his muscular arm around him, took a deep breath, and held James in the dark like an immeasurable treasure.

Weeks went by, and the mood was steady as James and Brian grew closer and closer. Their intimacy was overwhelmingly boundless. The deeper they went, the more space they conquered, and that room seemed like the only thing that existed in their lives. They would talk about their day, stand in silence gazing at each other for hours, and lay naked in the bed, their bodies interlaced like strings of wool to where they couldn’t even tell where one ended and the other began. James would draw Brian from time to time while he read or slept, the tips of his fingers dirty from all the chalk, trying to do it without Brian’s knowledge. He always thought Brian became even more beautiful when no one was watching. However, for Brian, being looked at was commonplace.

“Don’t move.” James ordered as Brian lifted his head, attempting to speak.

“I need to pee.” Brian stated, teasing him.

“Hold it in. Let me finish this first.” James continued with a stringent and surprisingly authoritarian tone.

“You know I get hard when you’re sketching like that.” Brian taunted, his dick showing the truth in his statement. Yet he obeyed, keeping his head in his book.

“You’re always hard.” James said as he pursed his plump lips, trying to get that perfect angle in his hand.

“Are we doing this for fun?” Brian asked.

“Hum…no.” James uttered, reluctant. “The gallery called me back. They want me to do another show.” He said, his eyes hovering over the sheet of paper, digging for Brian’s reaction.

“Fuck, can I hug you?” Brian fired, holding his head in place with a mighty effort.

“Just a sec. I’m almost done.” James replied. Then he stopped, holding the drawing board, still concealing his face as if shielding him from what was to come. “I want you there.”

“Of course, I’ll be there.” Brian said with no hesitation.

“As my date.” James uttered, followed by silence.

“Like prom?” Brian teased.

“Brian, I’m serious.” James replied, blowing the extra chalk over the sketch and placing the board on the desk beside him. His naked body was now on full display. Brian raised his head, and as soon as he looked up, his eyes scintillated with enchantment.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he gazed at James’ smooth body and his pink, perfect dick resting peacefully between his thighs.

“Stop doing that.” James retaliated.

“What?” Brian said with a mischievous grin.

“You always do that. Whenever I ask or suggest something. Stop shutting me off with sex.” He argued. Brian chuckled.

“Is that what you think I do?” He asked, attempting to control his laughter.

“Yes…” James replied, questioning himself. He turned his head to face the window.

“Hey…look at me.” Brian asked, his laughing tone now sobering up. James obliged reluctantly. “What are you afraid of?” He asked bluntly.

James looked outside again as his eyes glistened. Brian pulled himself forward.

“I’m…I just…I’m afraid we’ll never be able to have this…out there.” He said, his voice cracking. Brian’s eyes closed. Like he had just felt James’ pain at that moment, and he did feel it.

“What we have…it’s not meant to survive out there. It would kill us. It would kill what we have.” Brian argued as he reached closer to the edge of the bed.

“You don’t know that…” James muttered, scraping his nail on the desk’s old wood. “You’re just afraid…” He continued as his voice got vigorous. “You’re afraid of what people will say.” He stated, now turning his head and facing Brian’s eyes. Those beautiful, deep, green eyes. And when he did, he discovered them glazed with tears.

“Brian…” James whispered, stretching his hand to touch Brian’s face, caressing his beard.

“I…wish…I could…” Brian uttered, his voice clawing its way out of his throat.

But James didn’t let him finish. He loved Brian too much to see him aching. So instead, he ushered over to him, scissoring his legs around his waist, their cocks frotting.

“Shut up and fuck me.” James invited.

But Brian didn’t oblige.

He didn’t fuck James.

That afternoon, Brian made love to him.

And together, the two men uncovered new depths of their infinite intimacy.

A month passed, and James spent most of his time sketching and painting. By now, his and George’s small flat was starting to look like a storage room for James’ work. The show was a week away, and George could feel his friend’s anxiety build. Brian tried to spend less time in James’ room since the boy often isolated himself when finishing a piece. So, he ended up spending more time with George, and they started bonding more. Maybe it was the straight thing, even though neither was a conventional straight guy. Or perhaps it was just their laid-back attitude. Whatever it was, there was a bromance developing. James sometimes would catch them sharing porn videos or commenting on some chick’s tits on TV, which James thought was particularly arousing. As the closeness between the two began to solidify, and having only one piece left to close the show, James took it upon himself to enjoy a night of dinner and drinks in the company of Brian and George. They started with some cold beers, but an hour in, they had cracked one of Brian’s whisky bottles he brought from work.

“This is some good shit. Get the glasses, baby.” Brian told James, who promptly grabbed them from one of the top cupboards.

“On three?” George teased, knowing full well the game at hand. James sat down as Brian filled the glasses like a seasoned pro. “One, two, three.” George counted as all the men chugged the small shot glasses into their mouths.

Brian poured three more, but James shook his head in disagreement. He got up and walked to his room. Brian and George looked at each other, shrugged, and chugged another shot, bumping their fists afterward.

“Dude, your arm is so wide. You should get a tattoo right there.” George suggested, pointing his finger at Brian’s forearm. Brian lifted his arm and examined it. “Wait a sec.” George said as he got up and ran to the table in the living room, grabbing a black marker. “Here, give it to me.” He said, extending his hand to receive Brian’s muscular arm. Brian offered himself and placed his arm inside George’s hand.

George began drawing carefully on Brian’s skin. He was so committed and concentrated that his tongue swelled out his mouth most adorably. Brian caught this and chuckled to himself.

“I’m no James, dude.” George noted.

“It’s cool. It feels good. Relaxing.” Brian said, reclining his back on the chair and exhaling deeply.

“Skin ASMR.” George mocked.

By now, James had come back from the room. The boys hadn’t even noticed as he sat on the couch facing the kitchen table, his sketch board in hand as he began to capture the moment. A few minutes in, he extended his arm to the side and shut the light from one of the lamps.

“Perfect.” He mumbled, resuming his work, sliding his slender fingers across the paper gracefully and confidently. James was mastering his craft at this point. Brian finally caught a glimpse of James and turned his face to meet him. “Don’t move. Go back.” James ordered.

“Now?” Brian asked, slightly annoyed.

But James was getting into the flow of things, and Brian knew he wouldn’t stop until he finished. George remained focused, drawing on Brian’s arm. And for a couple of minutes, all three stood in complete silence, enjoying the freedom of serenity. As James stood there, contemplating that sight, trying to capture its voyeuristic essence, he got emotional. James realized that what he was feeling was happiness. Fleeting and elusive as time itself. That moment would never happen again. He had been chasing a rush all this time, only to realize that happiness isn’t a perpetual state of mind. It’s a sudden rush of blood to the head, a sprinkle of life, a note on the fridge door, a text in the middle of the night, a pen sliding on your forearm, chalk skating on a sheet of paper, a lustful look and a passionate touch. Perhaps Brian was right, James thought. Maybe love was like happiness, fleeting and barely noticeable in the greater scheme of things. Maybe Brian just wanted to protect it. James’ tears began to plunge on the drawing paper, and as they did, he would use it to smudge it, creating shapes and shadows with commanding artistry. The wonderment James felt was pouring into his work, literally. A sense of peace and serenity enveloped him as he drew the finishing touches on the sketch, about the same time George finished his.

“Done.” James sounded.

Brian looked at him, tilting his head sideways, trying to scan James. Then, finally, their eyes met, and they both smiled. At that moment, James felt alive, more than he had ever before in his life. Brian was his happiness, the thing he was always chasing. And he was finally there, within his grasp, shielding him from the perils of the outside world and tending to his needs like a private gardener of a rare and delicate flower. And for that, James could afford to give him time to adjust.

Two days left until the exhibition, and James had stayed in his room, trying to finish everything in time. And as far as Brian is concerned, he knew exactly how to make James relax whenever he took a break from work.

“Brian…” James sluggishly moaned.

“What?” Brian asked, his deep voice muffled, his face shoved inside James’ crack.

“We need to get out of this room.” James suggested as he tried to control his voice, tensing his body in pleasure as Brian’s tongue swirled around his taint.

“Now?” Brian teased, pulling his head away from the boy’s sphincter to ask, then unfurling his bubble cheeks, spitting inside and going back in, tongue out.

“I mean…After you finish what you’re doing.” James replied, giggling into his pillow as he lifted his ass into Brian’s face.

“You like this, baby?” Brian teased, knowing full well he was sending James over the edge. The boy wailed in agreement. “I could eat your ass all day. It tastes so fucking good.” Brian confirmed, his arms enveloping James’ waist, his hands pulling the boy’s ass into him.

He slurped greedily, sliding his tongue from the ball sack into James’ hole, sticking his tongue inside, loosening it, and savoring the boy’s irresistible musky flavor. His beard sanded on James’ smooth skin, reddening it. The boy would moan with each sputter which teased Brian even more, making him slap James’ ass with vigor.

“I need to be inside you.” Brian stated as he stood up, knees on the bed, bending over James, inclining his body, and sliding his dick inside.

James arched his head back, compelling Brian to brush his fingers through James’ blond curls, grabbing onto them as he initiated his pounding. His thrusts were moderate as he patiently waited for James’ hole to adjust. Once he felt the hole loosen, his shoves became more aggressive and prevalent. But James’ whimpers begged for Brian’s alpha energy. And Brian would never disappoint. He began ravaging, pushing inside with brutal force, making James’ body propel forward on the bed, the only thing holding it being Brian’s firm grip as he held on to James’ hips. Both men lost track of time as Brian fucked James’ hole for over twenty minutes, sweating profusely as the strings of salty water trickled on James’ back.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna wear me out.” Brian puffed out, his breath erratic, maintaining every ounce of his stamina.

“You’re loosening me up so much…” James wailed, his voice buried inside the pillow. “Don’t…stop…fucking…me.” He cried out, his hands gripping the sheets, his wailing cut short by the violent thrusts.

“Fuck!” Brian bellowed, sliding his hands down James’ back and pressing them into the mattress, making the boy’s ass stick out even more.

He held James’ hips, halted to catch his breath, and resumed his ferocious plowing with complete resolve. Between James’ sobs, wails, and the jiggling of his ass cheeks as Brian battered them, there was little recollection of when both came. But they felt it at the same time. Brian slapped James’ peachy bum as he unloaded his jizz inside the boy’s ass. And as the loads diminished, his body collapsed on top of James’ now flaccid figure. Brian lay there, his large body covering James in a shielding embrace, his muscular ass still fidgeting as he unloaded the last shots of cum.

“Brian…” James mumbled, his voice dragging and frail.

“I know…” Brian stated, his cinnamon breath surrounding James as he breathed on him heavily, his sweaty body adhering to the boy’s back. “That was the best fuck of my life!” He uttered, positively beaming as he rested his head on James’ smooth back.

They fell asleep, their breaths escorting each other into a dream state as the room became enveloped by the scent of sweat, fresh paint, and leather frames.

Two days passed, and James’ exhibit was all set. George had planned an after-party at the local club to commemorate James’ achievements. In turn, James felt surprisingly calm that day, exuding a charming confidence that Brian couldn’t help but comment.

“You’re even more beautiful than usual.” He stated as he stared at James, fixing his white shirt with gold pleating on the mirror. The boy looked back at him through the reflection and chuckled.

“Hurry up. I don’t wanna be late.” The boy ordered. Brian hooped from the bed and put his leather jacket on, and as he did, James could feel the scent of cinnamon slide through him. “Brian?” He said. “I’m glad you’ll be there by my side.” The boy declared, his eyes glistening with emotion. But to his dismay, James’ comment was met with a vacant look. Something he had forgotten Brian had in him. “We should go.” He said, trying to shake the sense of insecurity washing over him.

They left the apartment, James texted George, and they caught an Uber. During the twenty-minute ride to the gallery, Brian didn’t utter a word, and for the first time since Brian left Vanessa’s house, James felt the distance between them widen. Finally, they left the car and stood outside the door to the exhibit. A large and wide panel with the show’s name was right before it. And there, it read:

“B.”

“Is that the show’s name?” Brian asked. James nodded, and as he did, he stretched his hand to Brian.

James stood there, his hand reaching out. But Brian halted and took two steps back. James’ heart sank to his stomach as he felt a cold wave rush through his body. The two men stood there staring at each other. They both knew, deep down, that this moment was inevitable. They had felt it every time they stepped out of that room, the place they had erected to shelter and protect their love.

“I’m sorry…” Brian said, stumbling to utter the words. “I love you. But…I can’t.” He stated, tears running down his face.

“You promised.” James replied, his voice breaking. “You said you wouldn’t leave.” He uttered, his lips shaking as the words departed his mouth.

Brian couldn’t reply. The pain and disappointment on James’ face were overpowering him. And for the first time in his life, Brian felt powerless and feeble. Before he could attempt to correct his wrongdoing, James turned around and walked inside, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. He stood there, watching James being greeted by his friends, teachers, and art collectors, finally reaping the bounties of his hard work and talent. And Brian wasn’t there to share it with him. He had boycotted himself out of that experience. His fear took hold of him, snatching any chance of happiness away and probably severing James’ love for him permanently. He turned around and walked away, his broad silhouette fading on the street’s horizon.

Inside, James mingled and took in the fruits of his labor. He was gradually becoming a prominent local figure in the cultural art scene. Midway through the night, he had sold all his work. After being rented for most of the night since all who attended wanted a piece of his time, James finally found a quiet moment to breathe. He hid behind one of the panels, holding an empty cocktail glass. He started to breathe heavily, and as he did, he could feel it returning, the hurt and disappointment. The sadness and melancholy. Was he too hard on Brian? Should he have waited for him? All these thoughts raced through his head so quickly that he felt dizzy and had to hold himself to the panel to not fall back. Then, as he tried to collect himself, he heard a voice.

“Did you buy this one?” The male voice said.

“How could I not.” The female voice said.

James’ heart stopped. It was Vanessa’s voice.

“He is talented. You probably didn’t need to pay for it, though. I mean, he’s your brother, after all?” The man commented.

“All the more reason.” Vanessa replied.

James brushed his face with his hand, trying to calm himself, and went around the large panel to meet his sister. As he cornered it, Vanessa’s head turned to meet him, and she smiled. Not a warm smile, but welcoming.

“Hey.” James greeted reluctantly.

“Hey, Picasso.” She said, teasing him. James smiled and glanced at the handsome man next to her. “This is Stewart, my colleague at the firm.” She declared, introducing him.

“Nice to meet you, Stewart.” James said, extending his hand to greet him. Stewart returned the gesture with a firm shake.

“Can you give us a sec, hun?” Vanessa requested, subtly indicating for Stewart to leave them alone.

“Sure.” Stewart said, kissing Vanessa on the mouth. “It was a pleasure, James.” He said, stepping away towards the front door.

Vanessa and James stood there in silence for a brief moment before she finally took charge and broke the silence.

“How have you been?” She asked.

“Good.” He replied, his voice weakening. “Ok.” He said.

“Liar.” She uttered. “Did he bail on you?” She asked. James’ eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head reluctantly. She took a few steps over to him, nudging her shoulder into his. “Brian is just scared.” She said as she looked at the painting before them, depicting her as she sat on their old sofa, reading a book. “Don’t be too hard on him.” She advised, looking at James, whose eyes were watering. “He’ll come around.” She declared.

“How do you know that?” James asked, his voice becoming softer and serener.

“Because he’s in love. And people do stupid shit when they’re in love.” She stated. “Trust me, I know.” She voiced, almost to herself. “Don’t expect everything to be perfect, James. People fuck up.” Vanessa declared.

“I’m glad you came.” James said, finally lifting his head and looking at his sister, who beamed at him.

“Me too. I’m proud of you, kid.” She declared, winking.

“I’m not a kid anymore.” He said jokingly.

“No…you are not.” She agreed, kissing James on the cheek. James stood there smiling as he observed his sister walk away, relieved they had started mending their wounds and glad she finally seemed happy again.

James wrapped up his business that night and joined his friends as they headed to the club. On their way there, George frowned.

“I didn’t see Brian…” He questioned, forcing James to divulge the meaning of his absence.

“He didn’t come.” James responded. Suddenly, George stopped. “What?” James asked, intrigued.

“Shoot, I forgot my phone in the gallery. You go ahead. I’ll meet you guys there.” He said, reaching for every pocket in his jacket with his hands.

“You sure?” James questioned. George nodded in agreement. “Ok. See you there.”

George stood there, waiting for James to turn the corner before raising his arm over the driveway and hailing for a cab. He jumped inside, drove straight home, ran into the building, up the stairs, and opened the door to the small flat to find Brian, with a backpack on his shoulder, ready to leave. George was panting as he stood there looking at Brian, an anxious look on his face.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” He said, visibly upset. Brian looked at him for a while, sinking his head, almost ashamed. “You can’t do this to him.” George yelled, desperate.

“You don’t understand, George,” Brian argued as he sloped against the bedroom doorway. “James doesn’t stand a chance with me.” He stated, his deep green eyes glazing over with tears. “I’ll just hold him back.” He concluded. George looked at him, stunned.

“If you leave, he’ll be miserable.” George noted.

“He’ll eventually get over it. And move on.” Brian said, his voice barren and soulless.

“How fucking stupid can you be?” George contested heatedly. Brian lifted his head with surprise. “You still haven’t learned.” George conveyed, and without pause, he stepped forward, snatched the backpack from Brian’s tall shoulder, grabbed his face with both hands, and looked the raven-haired hunk straight in the eyes. “He’s always waiting for you. He’ll always wait for you. YOU’RE HIS FUCKING SOULMATE, DUDE!” He yelled, furiously frustrated.

Brian’s eyes twitched as he grasped the meaning of George’s words. It was all there. That boy, who had only experienced a fraction of what his love for James could offer, conveyed to Brian all he needed to hear. And suddenly, he understood just how profoundly mistaken he was.

“What the fuck have I done…” He said, his head still held by George’s hands.

“I know, dude!” George uttered, showing a slight relief. “Let’s fucking go!” He ordered.

“What?…what do you mean?” Brian said, bewildered.

“Get the fucking car keys. He’s at the club. We still have time!” George ushered, grabbing Brian’s coat and pulling him towards the door and down the building’s main stairs.

Brian felt numb as they drove twelve blocks over to the club. He hadn’t been fearful about anything in his life. But his heart was pounding so much he felt he might faint. Finally, they parked the car and ran inside, George signaling the usher to let them through. The music was thumping as they entered, and the place was packed. The strobing lights made the mood even more hectic as Brian scanned the room for James.

“There!” George said behind him, pointing to the center of the dance floor.

Brian turned his head, and there he was. James. He looked the most beautiful Brian had ever seen him. He danced as his golden locks soared freely above his head, his body moving in slow motion with an overpowering sensuality. Brian walked around the main floor, sipping every bit of James’ movements. Suddenly, two attractive men approached James and circled him. Brian’s eyes became transfixed on the events. They started grazing their hands on James’ body, driving their bodies into him, following the music. James’ body radiated a gravitational pull, compelling every man around him to engage. Brian was entranced. He didn’t think he could love James more. But every swing and bounce of the boy’s body opened more space inside his heart, surging it with unlimited, unconditional love. He finally stopped a few feet from the steps leading down to where James was. As he moved forward, Brian felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, Brian!” A male voice uttered, the voice muffled by the blasting music. Brian turned around.

“Robert…” Brian replied, stunned by the strange coincidence.

“Haven’t seen you at the gym. What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked.

“I…came looking for someone.” Brian responded, looking at James, who had the two gorgeous men grinding on his ass and pelvis. Robert looked in James’ direction with slight discomfort.

“Fucking queers, right?” He said with disdain.

Brian looked at him briefly, glancing at George across the room, who smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Brian smiled back and winked. He turned around, removed his jacket, and threw it on Robert’s hands.

“Can you hold that for me, Robert? I need to go meet my boyfriend.” Brian declared, turning his back and walking towards James. As he did, he crossed his arms, brought his hands to his waist, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it to the side, exposing his fuzzy, broad chest and muscular upper body and his long, raven dark hair wrapped in an untidy bun. And his ripped, skinny jeans hugged his sinewy ass as it bounced while he walked. There was a collective inaudible gasp on the floor, and as Brian drove towards James, every woman and man turned to look at him. There was no denying it. Brian was perfect. But his sight was laser-focused, and as he began to reach James, he stalled, finally coming to a stop.

“Hey, Bud.” He sounded. He didn’t even make an effort, yet the deepness and intent in his voice reached James, who turned his head to face him, his body latched inside two strangers. Brian tilted his head, signaling the men to leave. His face must have meant business because, despite their prior efforts, as soon as they looked at Brian, their chances of scoring with James vanished, and they proceeded to leave. “So this is what happens when I leave you alone for one minute.” He said teasingly. James’ smile stretched for miles as he beamed at Brian.

“I was just killing time. Until you came back to me.” He said, with a cocky attitude. Brian beamed.

He walked over to James, moving his body to the rhythm of the music, and rang his arms around him. Then, pulling him over, he took his mouth to the boy’s ear.

“You are my best friend. My brother. My lover. My light. My reason to live. You are my soulmate, James.” Brian professed, his words lost in secrecy, protected under the thumping sounds heard around the dance floor. James lifted his head and looked Brian in the eyes, beaming, his arms grabbing the hunk’s massive back.

“Ditto.” James murmured.

Brian cradled James’ head in his hand and pulled him towards his mouth for a kiss, their luscious lips locking as their tongues swirled inside, interlacing in a vibrant and growing melody.

That night, James and Brian danced together like it was their last day on earth. Their bodies moving as one. Two souls merging in complete surrender to each other. No fear. No pain. Just lust, rapture, and euphoria. And everyone at that club gazed at them in awe as if no purest form of love had ever existed. Did James and Brian live happily ever after? Who knows. But when love like this comes your way, you better fucking seize it! And they did. 

They absolutely did!

THE END

The day had some light rain and the desert chill in the air. Jim watched as the guy from Offer Up looked at the last work truck to be sold, Jim daydreamed of driving out of Phoenix for the last time. He longed to be back at his new home in Yavapai county. Jim watched as the guy scrutinized the 5-year-old work truck.

Jim noticed how the wrangler jeans formed the buyer’s ass. He began to harden, his Carhart work pants getting tight.

The guy spoke, shaking Jim out of his daydream.

“Well bud, it does have some damage, and hell 60 thousand miles, I’ll make an offer,” Jim rolled his eyes, ”Okay shoot your best shot.”

“Well, it has a scratch on the hood, and it looks like the passenger seat is starting to wear so let’s start at 8 thousand dollars.”

Jim smiled, he said nothing, he just walked up to the truck and began locking it up. With a smile on his face, the sexy asshole said, “Hey no negotiation.” “Fuck no” Jim responded,” I have it listed at 25 thousand, it’s a f350 diesel 4×4 work truck completely outfitted, and ready to work.”

Jim Continued “I think your mistaken, this is not a new truck asshole; you’ll find those up the street at the Auto plex”.

“Hey man I did not mean to offend,” Jim just smiled at him.

The guy said, “OKAY okay 18 thousand,” Jim said, no thanks,

Then the guys said OK 20 k but not a penny more. Jim just said,” no. “

He started walking the guy to the gate.

The guy said, “OKAY okay 23 thousand”, Jim stopped.” 24k”

The guy came back” 23500!” Jim smiled, ‘23750!”

“Done” the asshole said. Jim opened the gate. The cowboy went to his truck and grabbed a briefcase and counted out 23600 dollars, then took 150 from his wallet. Jim counted the cash on the hood and placed it carefully in 3 different money bags.

The guy said, “I’m leaving it here. I’ll come get it tomorrow or the next day.”

 Jim smiled and said, “that won’t work, let’s take it across the street to the fire house. I’m leaving here.”

The guys said,” no ill just meet you in the next day or so.”

 Jim said, “listen I am leaving as soon as I lock that gate. I am not coming back.” The guy looked confused,

Jim just said,” let’s take it to the fire house.”, and Jim began to walk across the street. The asshole stood there. Then conceded and drove his new purchase across the street. As Jim walked up the firehouse drive chief Jones greeted him, Hi Jim responded,” Mind if this guy leaves his truck here. I am leaving now.”

Jones shook hands with the tight jean clad cowboy and said, “sure just leave it there it is under a camera,” Jones asked Jim, so its official your retired?

 

“Yep”, Jim smiled,” all I have left to do is lock the gate. Then you have your new building for the new fire station” Jim handed over the keys.

 

The new guy said,” damn you’re too young to retire,” Jim looked at him and simply said,” yep some say that”.

Jones realized this guy was a piece of work. Jones asked, “did you get your 20 k for the truck?”

Jim smiled said,” yep, the guy pissed me off got 23750 for it.” Jim smiled and shook Jones hand and walked back across the street leaving asshole with an open mouth.

The snow was falling when the old ford f100 turned off I-17 onto state route 169, Jim was all smiles, the Bluetooth play xm’s hair nation, Jim sang along to Def Leopard,

5 miles and Jim turned off the highway, he braced himself against the cold, he locked his truck hubs for 4-wheel drive then opened the gate and drove through in low gear. As he was closing the gate, he noticed some snow over tire tracks. Jim had been gone for 3 days, there was no snow when he left. He drove ½ a mile of the mile long driveway he noticed an SUV buried in the snow, he got out and checked the car out. No one was in it, the hood was cold, he noticed the thing slid off the road, no one was nearby.

He made it to his house, he opened the garage and pulled the old truck in, he was getting out when he heard a voice say,” HI.”

Jim was startled, turned, there was a 30 something year old, wet and frozen Jim walked up to him the guy was in bad shape, Jim grabbed him just as he fell come on let’s get you inside, Jim turned on a space heater, and sat him in front of it. Jim grabbed an old Mexican blanket he used in the living room and wrapped the stranger in it, He then made some coffee. Jim handed it to the guy. “What’s your name Jim asked, the guy answered Jeremy, as he began to warm the shivering stopped.

Jeremy finished his coffee and said, “Thanks man, I thought I was going to die.” Jim commented “You could have, how long have you been out there?” “Since yesterday morning.” Jim asked, “How did you come to be way out here?”

Jeremy removed his wet jacket; Jim took it and put it in the laundry room. Jim noticed the guy was soaked through. Jim handed him a towel.

Jeremy said, “Well hell I went to meet friends in the Verde Valley, they just started a winery, I decided I should head back to Phoenix before the storm, and well I got on top of the hill and an accident forced me onto this highway, then a deer ran out in front of me and I panicked and drove off the road, I got back on the road and a hundred yards later my oil light came on.” “I saw the Christmas lights from your barn and decided to come for help.” “As soon as I closed your gate my car started to knock it slid off the road just before it died.”  “I walked up here, and no one was home.” “The wind was so bad I decided to use your porch, but it was bad, I think I passed out for a bit, then you came home.”

“Well, you’re lucky to be alive” Jim scolded. Jeremy nodded. “I know.”

After an uncomfortable moment Jim said, “I am going to get a hot bath ready for you.” “You still look really bad.” Jim went to the guest room and started a bath, he made it pretty warm.

He returned to the kitchen and Jeremy tried to stand but his legs were shaking. Shit Jim grabbed him again and realized this guy was soaking wet. Jim said, “Hang on.” he grabbed his phone and dialed the fire station in Humboldt. “Hi John, this is Jim out off Cherry Road. I have a guy here who spent the night in the cold, he is coherent, but so damn cold he can’t stand.” “Yeah shivering, oh cool

 hot bath ok. uh let me call you back after I get him warm. Okay thanks.” Jim hung up the phone.

“Okay Jeremy, that was my bud at the fire station, he said that shivering is good but to get you warm as fast as we can but make sure you’re not too cold.” Jim retrieved a thermometer from his bathroom. Jeremy’s temp was low but not too low.

Jeremy tried to stand again. He did it but was having a hard time. Jim helped him to the bathroom and said, “Sorry man, but I’ll have to help you.” Jeremy said, “Shit, dude I’m gay I am sorry if I react. Please don’t kill me.” Jim laughed. “Not a problem.” he smiled.

Jim stripped Jeremy down to his skin, he stared a little too long at the perfect sized dick, 7 inch cut and formed perfectly, he then helped Jeremy sit in the hot water, he got soaked as it splashed,

“Jeremy, I am going to put your clothes in the wash, and then go get some sweats for you,” He looked down at his front and said, “And for me. Jeremy just said, “Thank you. I have a change of clothes in my car, but they are from yesterday.” “It’s okay I have an extra robe and sweats.  “Thanks” Jeremy repeated.

 

Jim went to his room and grabbed sweats from his drawer and a hoodie for Jeremy, shirt and sweatpants for himself. He grabbed a robe from the guest closet. He looked out the window just as another storm hit. He turned on the local news that covered Flagstaff, the higher elevations were going to see a foot of snow which meant 6 inches for him.

Jim stripped put on another robe got his shower running, while it was warming, he went to bring Jeremy clothes, he looked in the door and Jeremy had his head back and appeared to be passed out Jim said, “Shit!” and stirred Jeremy, Jim said, “I thought you were out again.” “No I’m finally getting warm.” Jeremy laughed.

Jim put the change of clothes on the sink and said, “I’m going to get a warm shower. It’s snowing again so you could be here for a minute.” Jim smiled. Jeremy just said, “I’m sorry man.” Jim laughed, it’s all good.

He got in his shower and warmed up. Getting out he dried in the warm bathroom and put on sweats and a t shirt. He made his way to the guest bath. Jeremy looked at him and said, “I think I am warm now.” Jim asked, “Need help?” “uh I think I got this.’ Jeremy got out and dried off Jim hung around to make sure he was good. The two sat in the kitchen Jim made some chicken soup and turkey sandwiches. After lunch Jeremy said, “thank you for all you’ve done, as soon as my clothes are dry, I’ll call a tow for my car and get out of your hair.

Jim pointed for the window; it was snowing hard. “I’m afraid this is hotel California dude.” “No one is coming to tow your car today, and I’m not pulling it out till that shit stops.” “How can I thank you? “Jim just said, “It’s nice to have someone here. Jeremy said, “I am going to ask but I think I know the answer, “Do you live alone.” Jim nodded and smiled, “Is it that obvious?” Jeremy laughed, “Yeah but you have pics in the hallway, your kids?”  “Yeah, Jim beamed I had 2 boys and twin girls.” “Had?” “Yeah, the oldest died in Iraq. Six weeks after his mother died.” “Fuck your wife and son in six weeks?” “Yeah, but we were divorced for a while before.”  “That was 10 years ago now.” “The twins are great one has three kids and is a teacher married to a prison warden, the other is a pediatrician married to another pediatrician, my son and his wife are stationed outside Pensacola he is a helicopter pilot.”

“So, life got weird for a few years. The twins were just starting college, when it happened, and they did well but it was hard on them.”

“What do you do.” Jim asked, Jeremy smiled.” I was a teacher. But I am also a trust fund baby, my family has hotels, we’re Wyndham’s. I am the third son and there is no place for me in the business, so I get paid to stay away, also I’m the black sheep, the Wyndham’s don’t want anyone to see the closet with me in it.” “So, I just stay away, I go to the board meeting every year and say hi to my mom, but that’s it.” “If I behave myself, they pay me 500 k a year, so I coordinate micro loans for small businesses for something to do, but that’s a volunteer gig.” Jim smiled; “I have to find something like that.”

“You don’t work?”

 “Nope retired.”

“Wow how long?”

“Since this morning. Sold the building and the last truck locked the gate gave the keys to the new owner and drove up here for the last time.”

Jeremy said congratulations. “No Party? “I think I’ll have a glass of scotch after dinner, but my guys gave me a great send off a week ago, at the end they all said collectively “YOURE FIRED!” “I thought I was gonna cry but I held it back.”

“What did you do?” “I owned a little plumbing company. I sold it to two of my guys, they did a five year buy out it ends on Dec 31, so technically a week or so before I’m done officially.”

“So, I see the Christmas lights and thank God they were there, but no tree?”  “Nah not this year, I was in Ohio with all the kids at my daughter’s house for thanksgiving, I will face time on Christmas morning but that’s it. I am going to spend some time playing in my shop. I’m into old cars.”

“Really? ‘Yeah, why?” Jim questioned. Jeremy grabbed his phone, he pulled up his screen saver, it was a 64 Cadillac convertible. He smiled; “I just finished it. I have another chevy but it’s just an old survivor, it’s never been restored, but it only has 90 k on it.  The old 327 runs well, it’s just an old car. “

Jim turned on the tv. And grabbed the remote for his home automation, he pulled up the camera in his shop. Jeremy about screamed when he saw the 1937 Hudson Terraplane, he spied another car behind, “Is that a Cougar?” Jim smiled. “Yeah, it was my dad’s, he bought it new. When he passed, I got it.”

“Same with the old pick up I drive, he gave it to me when I was 16, well he sold it to me for 150 bucks.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” “You were in bad shape; I think you still are.” “I’m ok, I think, just tired.” Jeremy helped clean up after lunch. He asked. “You seem young to be retired.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m 55, how old are you?” “28 last week.” “Okay, so you are not doing so well. Have you looked in the mirror?” “Uh no.” Jeremy walked over to the mirror in the dining room and said, “oh shit!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna call the firehouse again and update them, they can’t get here but I think you need to go into town as soon as possible.” “God why is my face swollen?” “Because of the cold your body’s way of keeping your brain alive. It pumped a bunch of blood to warm your brain.” “Shit, I could have died!” “Yes, you could have.”

“Let’s go get the spare room set up for you.” Jim got out sheets and a couple of blankets.

Jim made the bed. Jeremy tried to help but got dizzy, Jim said, “listen you need to sit.”

Jeremy obeyed.

The gate alarm went off just as they were finishing in the room. Jim went to the tv and switched cameras to the gate. It was the Yavapai fire rescue squad. Jim watched them pull up in front of the house. He opened the door and let them in. “Hi John.” “Hi Jim, how is he? We saw the car.” Jim pointed to the kitchen. They introduced themselves and began checking him over. Jim stayed back and let them do their job. After a while John approached, “Wow if you hadn’t found him when you did, he would be a corpse on your porch.” “Are you taking him in?” “Jim, I can’t the highway is closed through Prescott valley and the 17 is closed. If it wasn’t for that beast, we would have made it.” Jim said, “he can stay here.” “That’s a good plan, this storm is the worst we’ve had in 15 years.” Jim smiled; “We need the water!”

John agreed but said they had had way too many calls. “Jim your neighbor Bert died today.” Jim said, “Fuck! How old was he?” John said, “89, he tried to shovel snow. His wife found him. Then she had a heart attack. We flew her to Phoenix.” “Crap” Jim shrugged, “at least their kids are down there.” “Yeah” John agreed. We put Bert in his bed and turned the heat off till the storm is over. “Uh” Jim said, “You shut the water down, right? John said, “Yes and flushed the toilets.” Jim commented” I’ll go over when you get him out and make sure everything is okay.” “Thanks” John repeated.

The squad left and gave Jim instructions to check on Jeremy every two hours and said he should stay awake for a few more hours and then go to bed, but moving to a different altitude could cause blood clots. He was told to just rest for a few days.

“Well, I feel better, how about you,” Jim asked? “I guess I’m okay, but I will definitely pay you for the inconvenience.” “No, you won’t its good. That’s how things work up here, we take care of each other. “

“Are you going to be able to stay up a few more hours?” “I don’t know, I am whipped.” “I bet you shivered hard for hours. Come on, take this jacket let me show you the shop.”

The door of the shop closed against the wind. It was much warmer here, but it was still 50 degrees. Jeremy went right for the Cougar. It was going through a sympathetic restoration, Jeremy asked, “why not frame off.” Jim winced; “it only has 50 k on it. I just resealed the motor, and trans.” he pointed to the engine stand and bench. “The paint was really good except for a repair to the right fender that was done bad when Mom banged it up.” “I am restoring the paint there using the original lacquer instead of the three stage the body shop used.” “Then redoing the vinyl roof.” “The interior was good, but the seat foam degraded so I am just doing the seats and seat belts.’ “Then the 8-track stopped working so I have it out, I hope it just needs a belt.” “Wow” Jeremy said, “What’s under the cover.” Jim laughed, “You have a good eye.”

“That’s a 1959 Biesemeyer Caribbean, I bought it off a marina in Ohio that inherited it because the owner passed and the kids didn’t keep the rent up on the boat house.” Jeremy said, “Is that really a 428-cobra jet,” “Damn good eye.” Jim praised. “Thanks.” Jeremy scanned the shop and spotted the forestry service Jeep Cherokee in government green. He asked, “Do you read Clive Cussler?” “Yep that’s why I bought that. Dirk Pitt drove one and so did Kurt Austin. It’s a great little trail rig.” After the tour, they both went back to the house turned on the tv. They watched some of the car restoration shows on YouTube. Then Jeremy said he had to sleep. Jim said, “I’m gonna wake you in a couple hours.” “Okay hey Jim, thanks for everything.”

 “No problem, get some rest.”

A couple hours later Jim woke Jeremy. His face had begun to get back to normal. Jeremy’s temp and blood pressure were still low. Jim shut out the light, not sure if Jeremy was ever fully awake. Jim went to bed as was customary, he stripped and got between the sheets. The electric blanket made the bed nice and toasty. Every two hours Jim woke donned his robe and checked on Jeremy. At 430 he decided it was time for coffee, he was sure Jeremy would sleep so he went to the kitchen in just his long shirt. Jim was fantasizing about taking Jeremy to bed when he heard the toilet flush, he stood next to the counter when Jeremy came into the kitchen in just his sweatpants. Jeremy said, “Hi” Jim offered coffee. Then moved back from the counter his erection still tenting the long shirt. He handed Jeremy the mug and got cream and sugar out. He noticed Jeremy staring at his engorged member. Jim said, “Don’t mind that guy he means no harm.” Jeremy said, “Sorry man I’m just built that way.” Jim, not thinking said, “me too.”

Jeremy shot a look at Jim, Jim closed his eyes, “There is a reason I never remarried.” He shrugged.

Jeremy was speechless, uh uh was all that came out.

Jim said, “Listen you are good I’m not going to rape you.”

Jeremy just blushed.

Jim changed the subject. “Hey, why don’t we eat a big breakfast and go mess in the shop till you get tired.”

Jeremy smiled, “Cool I’m going to jump in the shower if it’s okay.” “Sure treat it like your home.” “Thanks” Jeremy said.

Jim went to his room showered, he man handled a round of cum from his 6 inch member, to the thought of Jeremy folded in half below him, and changed into jeans flannel and grabbed his favorite black beanie.

Back in the kitchen Jeremy was already opening the sausage chub that Jim defrosted. “Hey, do you have flour shortening salt and butter?” “Yeah” Jim said and started getting the ingredients out. “Oh, baking powder too.” “Okay” Jim replied. In five minutes, Jeremy had a dozen biscuits in the oven, Jim broke up the sausage and was frying it he got buttermilk from the fridge. And eggs from the neighbor’s place, crap he thought someone has to feed their chickens and cow. He told Jeremy what happened. Jeremy volunteered to go with,  “maybe not such a great idea,” Jim suggested, “it will only take an hour or so.” The two dined on biscuits and gravy then cleaned up. Jeremy sat down with a coffee and yawned. Crap what is happening? Jim grabbed the blood pressure cuff and thermometer. Jeremy’s blood pressure was up but not yet normal. His temp was still 96.

Jeremy said, “Crap I am exhausted.” Jim said, “have you called anyone to tell them you’re, okay?” “Yeah, I shot a text to my friends in Camp Verde. Told them I was safe and would call later, I did not give details.” Jim nodded. He said, “Hang tight for a second.” He grabbed another electric blanket, set it on high and put it under the comforter on the guest bed. Jim said, “give that five minutes.” They waited for 20 Jeremy could not keep his eyes open, Jim called the fire house and was told John was out on another call, the paramedic said that exhaustion was normal just wake him every two hours and check temp and pressure, Jim nodded and said, “OK” this is normal. Jeremy smiled and went to bed again. The bed was so toasty he tossed the shirt and sweats and just went to sleep in his boxers.

Jim fired up his Cherokee and made his way up the 100 acres to his neighbors. He found John there and the mortuary folks. They had loaded Bert’s body. And were ready to leave, John said, “Jesus Jim what the hell are you doing?”

“The animals need to be fed.” John said, “we took care of it.” Jim said, “thanks I’ll get it tomorrow.” John thanked him and commented, if he could, he would come and help. Jim asked, “Did you get the eggs before they froze?” John went, “Nope didn’t think.” They went and retrieved the eggs Jim set the box in the fire truck. There were 6 dozen.

John said thanks I’ll get the guys to pay something for em I know they counted on that money. Jim asked how she was. John said, “She died on the way to Phoenix.” Jim smiled: “did not want to be without him.”

John smiled: “I guess you know they married when she was 14, right.” “Nope I did not, damn they went through everything together.” John said, “Yep, some kind of love.”

Jim nodded, he followed the fire truck out and closed Bert’s gate, he made it home. And went to check on Jeremy. He was out cold. The bed was toasty. Jim didn’t wake him.  Jim went to the shop it was too cold to paint or do the vinyl top. He fussed with the engine compartment and finished the new wiring harness. He went inside at 4 he checked on Jeremy he was still asleep, Jim took his temp and blood pressure it was back to normal. The swelling was going down also. Jim left the room and made chicken and broccoli for dinner. He put on a pot of rice.  After he ate, he checked on Jeremy and jumped in the shower and changed into his shirt and shorts. He watched Corvette Summer for the millionth time and checked on Jeremy, he was still asleep. But his vitals were normal. He was actually a little warm to the touch, but his temp was normal.

Same as the night before, every two hours Jim got up and checked at 5 am he got up and found Jeremy in the kitchen making coffee. Wearing just a shirt and boxers. “How do you feel?”

“Like I spent a day in bed.” “Oh, good because you did. You were back to normal at 8 last night.” “I feel good but I got a little warm I think I shed my shorts at some point.” Jim laughed, “Yeah you were on top of the blanket in all your glory at 2 am. I just threw another blanket on you.”

 “Oh god you must think I’m a slut.”

Jim laughed and said, “Then you must think I’m a creeper…” “Oh no I don’t Jeremy protested. I am just embarrassed;” “Oh, you have nothing to be ashamed of Jeremy.” He smiled.

Jim caught him up on the happenings yesterday. Jeremy said, “Can I tag a long and help feed today?”

 “If you think you can.” “I don’t want to hold you up, but I think I can. How bad is the snow.” Jim commented, “We are in for more today and Christmas eve but Christmas day it should be clear. Jeremy couldn’t believe it was the 22nd of December already.

We can see if we can make it to Prescott if you like but we must try and beat the storm. Jeremy said it would be good to see a doctor, Jim wasted no time, he called Dr. Simon, her receptionist told him she was free in an hour and a half. Jim thought that could work but they would have to leave right now. They both got dressed and left, the Cherokee did a fine job getting to the highway, it had not been plowed but someone had already driven it, the going was slow but they made to highway 89 it had been plowed and Jim drove 60 mph all the way to Prescott valley. He pulled into the doctor’s office just at 8am.

Michelle Simon looked amazing. She smiled at Jim, he waved, Jeremy introduced himself and she said, “Come on back. Are you the guy my husband helped with hyperthermia?” “I guess who is your husband?” “Oh, sorry I thought Jim would have mentioned I’m Michelle Simon my husband is John Simon the fire captain out in Humboldt.”

“Yes, I did meet your husband.”

“Ok so hang on I have access to the fire department notes she got the last four of his social security number and read the paramedics report. She looked at him and said you would have been transported if an ambulance could get to you.”

“That bad?” Jeremy was surprised.

“Yeah, my guess by your vitals 4 hours after Jim found you, you would not have made it through the day. So, let’s see how you are now” She did and ekg, and checked his blood pressure and then checked his extremities, she said, “You are one lucky man.” Jeremy said, “Jim got me warm first then got me stripped and into a warm bath then your husband made it. Jim checked on me every two hours. I slept 25 hours straight yesterday into today. I was quite warm when I woke this morning.”  MICHELLE ADVISED ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT THEN advised against leaving this altitude for a week or so or until he got checked out again. Jeremy made an appointment for the following week, and she refilled his prescription. She said she would have her husband bring it tomorrow. She gave him a sample of discovy and said, “Be careful with sex until next week.” Jeremy said, “Ok.”

“You should talk to Jim about that prescription.” “Oh? I didn’t say anything!” Jeremy laughed.

Jim was chatting with Betty the receptionist, Jeremy said, “Okay, clean bill of health until next week, I must stay at this altitude, she is giving me something for the swelling and a refill on a script I did not have enough of with me. Jeremy settled the bill and asked Jim if they could stop for coffee and a chat.”

Jim said, “Sure” and decided to take him to a coffee shop just off Whiskey row. At the table they ordered breakfast, and Jeremy said, “Listen there are a ton of hotels here, you should just drop me off, that way I won’t be under foot.” Jim shook his head, “Aren’t you supposed to be checked on still?” “Well yeah, but I can set an alarm and do it myself.”

“I won’t kidnap you, but you really are no problem, the only change is I have to wear clothes “He teased.

Jeremy said, “I like you Jim but really you don’t have to.”

“Well, it’s up to you I do like you around.”

Jeremy smiled, “Ok but you’ll say if I’m in the way?”

 “I will” Jim agreed. The two ate breakfast and Jeremy picked up the tab.

Jim asked, “Are you okay with the script you missed?” Jeremy actually blushed, “Yeah, it’s my Discovy. I just can’t go and be a cum dump for a week or so.” “Oh, good” Jim said, “If you don’t get it let me know I have some.” Jeremy smiled and commented “of course you do.” Jim said, “OKAY I’m going to put this out there.”

“I am attracted to you. But I realize I am older than dirt. And you’re as young as a spring chicken.”

 Jeremy laughed.

“Well for a man of your experience, you look really young and in shape.”

 Jim said, “I try.”

“So how busy is it up here as far as sex life?” Jeremy quired.

 Jim laughed. “I won’t mess with a neighbor. This is a small town, but I do go to flagstaff or back down to the valley. I have been known to hit flex from time to time.” “Oh, really me too. I love that steam room.” “Me too” Jim agreed. He was starting to chub.

They drove back to Jim’s Jeremy noticed his car was almost completely covered in snow. He commented, “Shit that thing has been through hell.” “I’ve had it since my freshman year at ASU.” Jim said, “It looked fine except it was off the road.” “Yeah, with a hole in the oil pan.” Jeremy added. Jim laughed, “It looks good, for a ten-year-old car how many miles?” Jeremy smiled, “Just went over 200 thousand.” Jim whistled. “Damn good car.” “Yeah, back from my tree hugger days.” Jim frowned, “tree hugger?” “Yeah, then I got involved with the family business that will knock the liberal right out of you.” Jim smiled “Yeah I’ve been fighting that for years.” They let the political conversation drift.

Inside Jeremy asked if he could use the washer. Jim said sure, realizing the guy did not have clothes. He grabbed the last of the three robes from his closet and gave them to Jeremy and then decided just to do his laundry. Jim put on his sweats he and Jeremy started the laundry. Both had the same take care of the clothes attitude, Jeremy commented “Damn that’s a lot of Carhart!” “Yeah, I could be a commercial for them and dickies.” “Bass Pro shops is my favorite clothing store.” Both laughed. Jeremy admitted to being a clothes hound. “I wish I had more than just this here.” Jim asked if there is anyone who could bring clothes up for you, Jeremy thought, “Uh yeah, my niece stays with me while in school but she is back in New York for Christmas. So, I’ll have to make do.” Jim smiled, thinking fuck you should just be naked, Jeremy read his mind.

Jeremy asked if they could just watch some tv while stifling a yawn. Jim said sure. You should stay down for at least a few more days. JIM WAITED UNTIL JEREMY DOZED ON THE COUCH, HE LEFT A NOTE ON THE COUNTER THAT HE WENT TO Bert’s to feed the animals and grab eggs.  Jim came back to Jeremy asleep on the couch, his robe wide open and the guy was sweating. Jim felt his cheek, he was burning up. Jim woke him up, Jeremy was lethargic. Jim made a quick call the fire house was told to get him in a shower to cool him off Jim went and turned his shower on and helped Jeremy out of his robe and walked him to the shower Jeremy was having a hard time standing Jim stripped and held Jeremy from behind and as the water cooled him. Jeremy became more coherent. Jim turned on the overhead rain head. And just let the temperate water soak them while he held Jeremy.

Jim was reacting to holding this guy. Jeremy realized what was happening. But he loved the way Jim was holding him. He could feel Jim’s man hood press against his butt. Jeremy was as hard as a rock. Jim loosened his grip. And Jeremy just sighed. Jim held him again and said, “Are you back with me?” Jeremy just nodded and said, “Thanks man.” Jim rubbed his chest and said, “No problem you scared the shit out of me.” Then he just held him. Jeremy broke from the embrace, turned and said, “Thanks” He stared into brown eyes that seemed greener up close. Jim smiled. Jeremy went in for the kiss Jim reciprocated. Jeremy drank from Jim’s mouth like a thirst he had never known. Jim caressed his back. Jeremy rubbed Jim’s butt. Both felt a hunger down deep Jim felt as if he were going to cum.  Jeremy felt a comfort he never had. No words were said, they just dried each other. And crawled into Jim’s huge four poster bed made from logs. Jeremy found Jim’s 8-inch shaft and began to stroke and suck paying special attention to the head. Then licking down the front teasing the frenulum and cupping massive balls. Jim spun Jeremy around on top of him in a 69 then began to dine on the rosy flesh around his hole. Jim could tell others had been there, but Jeremy was still tight. Jim was lost in the musky smell of man and the feeling of hot mouth on his dick. After a long time, Jeremy knelt up and moved to take Jim deep inside. Jim put his hand on the small of Jeremy’s back, stopping him for a moment. While he retrieved lube from the headboard.

 Properly lubed Jeremy slid down the length of Jim’s Manhood. Slowly, taking the hard mushroom head that penetrated and gave the fullest feeling he ever had.

Jim loved the warmth, no the heat of Jeremy’s sheath covering his sword. Jim loved the reverse cowboy it gave a great view of the penetration. As Jeremy slid on his pole Jim savored the smells of man love he felt the tingling in his legs and as it engulfed his whole body, he went to Move Jeremy off but Jeremy just ground faster Jim erupted at the same time Jeremy shot a wad into the air. Jim laid back and tried to catch his breath. Jeremy reluctantly let Jim’s spend goodness slide from him Jeremy could feel the man juice heat his insides. Jeremy collapsed next to Jim; Jim just embraced his young lover both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Jim woke with a start. Jeremy was cuddled next to him and was cool to the touch. Jim gathered him tight and wrapped both of their naked bodies in the blankets and comforter on the bed.

When Jim woke again at 5 am Jeremy was not in bed. Jim got up and went out to the kitchen. He saw Jeremy making coffee; Jim noticed that the laundry was done. Jim smiled and said someone has been up for a while. Jeremy stared at Jim’s nudity. Yeah, we went to bed at 4 pm. Jim smiled yeah, I slept hard. I woke up at 2am and you were cold. Jeremy handed Jim a robe fresh from the dryer. It was still warm.

I woke up at 3am and you were wrapped all around me and we were covered with everything. I snuggled but could not get back to sleep. I was afraid of waking you. Jim smiled, I really liked having you to cuddle with. Jeremy hugged Jim from behind. I liked it too.  Jim snuggled into Jeremy’s arms. He was grateful they were both about the same height.

“How are you feeling.”

“Other than horny, I’m just fine.”

“I can feel the horny”, Jeremy laughed, “but seriously unless you want to run naked today, I would like to feel productive.” Jim looked outside. He said the weather still looked tough, Jeremy turned to the weather channel and the local radar called for clearing in a few hours.  

The two sat near each other at the breakfast bar, nibbling on breakfast, of fruit and eggs. Jim asked “I did love last night; we went for what 3 hours? “

“Yes, we did, did you notice how perfectly your cock fit me?”

“Yeah, it was hot, we spoon really well too.” Jim blushed.

Jim began to clean up after breakfast, the radiant heating from the floor rising through his feet and through the robe, he looked at Jeremy, “mind if I shed this thing,

Jeremy responded by removing his first, the two cleaned up and finished the laundry in the nude,

“Feel like digging out your car today?” Jeremy turned to face Jim, no I feel like going to bed with you all day, but I should do something productive.

“Me being older than you isn’t a problem.”

“No, it really isn’t, how about my age?” Jim thought,” no it doesn’t,” “Today is Christmas eve, let’s shower and get your car in the shop, then is there anything you need to do? “I should call my friends and explain what happened and where I really am. “

“Not to scare you but I am a member of the community church here, I am going to midnight services, Join me?” “Oh yeah, I belong to a community church in Scottsdale.” Jeremy replied,

“You don’t think being gay is an abomination Jeremy quired?”

“Not what romans says, but it is often translated that way” Jeremy smiled, “Wow not many know this.”

Jim just shrugged.

The shower was steaming in the bathroom. They could barely see the mirrors across the room, the guys had enjoyed washing each other and Jim enjoyed being topped by Jeremy, although he only lasted a few pumps. “I am a little embarrassed, “Jim held him, and said, “it felt wonderful, as a matter of fact I can still feel your swimmers.” Jeremy smiled, the two dressed Jeremy only had the designer jeans he was wearing when he arrived, and his retro Nike tennis shoes, Jim got his Carhart overalls out, “ Are you going to be warm enough?”

“Honestly I am not sure, but this is what I have” Jim grabbed another set of overalls, and a Carhart tee.

The fit was perfect, Jeremy commented, “look twinsies.”

Laughing, Jim said, “more like Father and Son, “Jeremy laughed, “I’ll be your BOI any time Daddie.”

Jim winced and laughed. Jeremy kissed him, Jim returned with his tongue ravishing Jeremy.

“Hey, you better stop, or these coveralls will just fall off ‘Jim thought okay, then said “worse things could happen.”

The snow drifted completely covering the Subaru Outback, all that could be seen was a mound where the car was. It took an hour to shovel it out, both men were sweaty from the exertion, Jim thought of Bert and Betty, Glad he was in good shape, Jeremy seemed fine also.

 

An old Massey ford tractor came out of the lean to next to the shop Jim and Jeremy chained up the car and began to pull. They got the 10-year-old car up on the driveway. And stopped to check for damage,

Jeremy stared at the frozen mess under the car, it had leaked most of its oil and a big red slick of transmission fluid. He tried to look under and couldn’t. “Let’s get it on the lift, Jim coached, Jeremy nodded his agreement. The car was pulled the last ¼ mile to the shop just outside Jim stopped and unhooked the car. He opened the hanger sized door and fired up the steam cleaner, Jeremy blew the car off. Noticing the passenger doors were crushed from its slide off the drive, He frowned. Jim fired up the old Terraplane and moved it to the other side of the hanger sized shop. Up on the lift Jeremy just said shit. He had punched a hole in the boxer engine. The block cracked, he all but wiped the transmission pan from the car. He noticed the rocker panel below the passenger door was crushed.

“you’re quite an over achiever Jim commented.
“Not the way I would put it, but yeah I did a good job of fucking it up!” Jim put his arm around Jeremy’s shoulders, “what do you want to do? Jeremy looked in Jim’s wise gray eyes,

“Buy a new one.” Jim smiled. Okay let’s put this leaky thing over there. He pointed to a spot where he obviously did all the greasy work to the cars.

After cleaning up what Jeremy called a crime scene, Jeremy found the plow attachment for the tractor he masterfully hooked it up, he smiled at Jim as he began to plow the ½ mile long driveway. Jim smiled so glad this guy was not a femme. Jeremy was bringing the tractor back when Jim approached, “Hey I have to go feed animals at Bert’s place feel like plowing their road? Sure, Jeremy smiled, “this is fun!”

Jim led the way in his old truck. He opened the gate and followed Jeremy as he made the first pass Jim was finishing feeding the cow when Jeremy found him in the barn on his heels was Dr, Simon and John the fire captain.

Merry Christmas, thanks for plowing the drive John directed at Jim, Jim just said, “uh no it was him”. “Oh thanks, how are you feeling Jeremy?”

“real good today” “let’s see how I am after all the stuff we’ve been doing . , Michelle looked at him “ I told you to take it easy.” “We are but I had to get my car out of the field.”

Michelle looked at Jim. Jim just shrugged; he is a big boy! “no really I’m fine, I’ll stop if I get tired,

Michelle accepted that.

John asked, “How bad is the car?

“It’s a goner! Jeremy smirked. Jim laughed. “He did it good. But it could have happened to anyone.”

 

The two couples spent the day closing Bert and Betty’s house, Jim learned that funerals for the elderly couple would be in a week at the town cemetery. John also said the kids were interested in dumping the property, both had grown up here and ran off to the city at the first chance they got, they had no interest in the house.  Jim invited Michelle and John back to his house, for a glass of wine,

The stone fireplace cracked in the living room of Jim’s house; it warmed the modest living room/den. The large dual pane windows highlighted the snow coved Mingus Mountains, Jim was proud of the little house he built, finishing just a year ago. It was a technological wonder, outside it looked like a redwood sided cabin with wrap around porch, and a green metal roof, but in reality, most of the roof was solar panels, the redwood siding made from recycled water bottles. He also used geothermal energy to heat and cool the house, he did have a well onsite, and the house boasted of smart home technology.

Michele jumped when the windows began to close their blinds. Jim laughed, he explained the house’s program was to close the blinds just after sunset, they were insulated and helped keep warmth in the house. John was curious so Jim just asked the house to explain its features, Jim pointed to a painting of the petrified forest on the den wall, John was amazed as the painting slid down and a 72” flat screen TV appeared. The house spent the next ten minutes going over its demo program including flushing the toilets every 5 minutes in the event the inside of the house dipped to 32 degrees, it also showed the cameras that were aimed at the gate and the driveway and the outside of the shop/ barn, He also demonstrated tesla wall levels and the starting of the propane Generator, it ended with its light show showing scenes of inside lighting design and outdoor it then asked if there were any questions,

Michelle asked it why there were no cameras inside the program called Jeeves, did its mechanical laugh and said sex can happen anywhere. Don’t want to embarrass anyone. The group laughed.

“That is amazing John commented, Jim smiled, “yeah but I still won’t allow it access to the back door lock I’m still warry of giving a computer access to my whole life.” “I can still leave if I get freaked out, but as far as efficiency is concerned, it is top notch it turns on recirculating pumps when I come home so if I want there is a hot shower just seconds away, it controls the radiant flooring, he paused, “Michell take off your shoes and feel the floor. She did and was amazed, “I have it programed to cool the floors also.  If I was to start listing groceries it makes a list for the store. If I use Wally world it will do the ordering and schedule a pickup time. Then it also tracks the sun so in the morning the shade goes down on the east side until the rays don’t shine in them anymore then they open, If I am away,  it can tell by my cell phone, it makes sure the porch light is on or the Christmas lights. I can even go back 30 days and review camera footage. Jeremy asked, “you can see me coming in your gate?” “uh yeah, hang on” Jim asked Jeeves to show gate entries for the night before he came home, he then asked for gate openings,

Sure, as it was snowing, they watched Jeremy drive in then dutifully close the gate, then they caught his tail lights as he slid off the driveway, then 30 minutes later it watched him come to the front door, the wind was howling. Then it recorded his movements, Jim fast forwarded, Michelle watched in horror, until Jim drove up. Jeremy could barely stand. She noticed his hands were blue. And so was his face.

Jim stopped the video. Jeremy was shocked, so was Michelle, John summed it up best, “You should be dead pard!” Jeremy started to tear and excused himself.

Michelle said, “I need him to come in and get a referral to a cardiologist. I would have hospitalized him had I seen that, Jim” “He only had minutes left when you found him.” Jim raised his eyebrows not knowing what to say.

Jeremy came out of the bathroom he had washed his face, looked at Jim “shit I looked dead, Jim put his arms around him and said, “yes you did.”

Jeremy sat at the breakfast bar and stared into Michelle’s eyes, will I have problems because of this? Michelle just said, “Oh my friend we are going to run a bunch of tests., You are doing well now. So please don’t worry it’s Christmas eve.” Jeremy smiled, he grabbed his wine, Jim leaned up to him and just maintained contact. Jeremy did not move,

At 9pm Michele looked at John and said, “We have to go if we are going to be at the church, Jim looked at his watch, “Jeremy you up for church?” Jeremy just said, “uh got an extra pair of pants?” Jim laughed and said, “I think we can find something.” Michelle and Jon left.

“Jim was I really that close?” Jim shrugged, “I don’t know but I knew you were in bad shape.

Jeremy hung his head, Jim just hugged him, “come on let’s get your mind off this, the fact is you are here and you are on the mend. You’ll have to go get a thorough check but hey you’re in shape, and it’s Christmas.”

Services ended at 1am, this was an all-adult crowd. They gathered in the covered area just outside the classroom and Christmas greetings were shared. Some were off to have an early morning drink, some were headed home. Jim said he was going to be on a xoom call in a few hours and needed a nap, John and Michelle hugged him and he and Jeremy and were off.

4am came quickly, Jim untangled himself from Jeremy, this guy just fits, whether the big or little spoon they just fit together.  Jim donned his ASU sweats and shirt and headed for the kitchen. Just as his coffee was poured the xoom call came in. Jim smiled as he opened his laptop.

Lil Jimmy was on all wide eyed. “HI PAPPY!” “Merry Christmas favorite, how are you.” “Look” the 5-year exclaimed and he held his device to the living room floor. Santa Came!!!!

Jim smiled as his daughter righted the device and aimed it at herself, she looked exhausted,

“Merry Christmas Princess”. “Hi Daddy, you ready?” “Let them go. But don’t forget Adrian’s gift.”

“OH, I’ll go get it.” Adrian, Jim’s son in law looked in the screen, and said “merry Christmas” “what are you up too?”

“you’ll have to wait a few” Jim laughed. Angie came back with the wrapped long box, “Thanks Pops.”

“Good god let those kids go, before they explode. “

The next hour was filled with screams and wrapping paper everywhere. And then a trip to the garage though the snow, Jim’s grandson and 3-year-old granddaughter ran for their new bikes. They tried to ride on the unplowed drive, but it didn’t work their dad, promised to clear the driveway later in the morning,

Hey Guys Jim caught their attention, “how about we let Mommy and Daddy, open their gift.

The kids screamed yes, back in the living room the kids sat on the floor and Jimmy said, “let me have the baby.” Angie handed the newest addition to the clan to her big brother, Clohey was a little girl the kids had adopted from Nigeria. She sat in her brothers’ arms and started eating wrapping paper.

Adrian opened the box, Jim said, “Hey stop right there.” Adrian found the little box wrapped inside.

“That’s for Angie.” Jim Coached. Angie smiled as she took it. Adrian unwrapped the rifle and its scabbard. He knew instantly. Adrian smiled. “It’s your dads hunting Rifle.” “Yeah,” Jim smiled, “It’s yours now. To Stewart until someone can handle it.” Adrienne ‘s voice caught, “Thanks Pops, Merry Christmas.”

Ok your turn Adrian looked at his wife. She opened the little box; she found the baby bootee charm with Clohes name on it. Then she found her mother’s locket. With the kids’ picture in it. She cried.

“Ok Dad go get your box.” Jim had forgotten, he went to the hall closet and grabbed three boxes.

He put his glasses on and grabbed the biggest box he stared into the laptop. And started opening, Angie said, “Hang on Daddy.” The screen went blank, then a spit screen came up with four tiles. He smiled at Sammie, his other twin daughter, and Colton his son. “Merry Christmas, offspring.”  he smiled at all of them. Colton’s wife, Rene and Sammie’s husband Ray joined the screen, Jim stopped and said, “Hey you guys open your gift.” Rene said, “no”, “you finish. We insist.” Jim opened his first box. The first gift was from Jimmy. It was a macaroni tree ornament. Jim fawned over it. And then opened the gift from his 3-year-old granddaughter Ellie, wow it was a macaroni tree ornament with her picture in it, next was a gift from little Clohey oh wow another macaroni tree ornament. Next was a Tupperware box filled with Christmas cookies. Jimmy interrupted and said, “The fudge is the best, but Mommy says not till after dinner!” “Okay” Jim set it on the counter, “not till after dinner.” Next was a larger box, he opened it, inside was a homemade key rack, Jim smiled, “has Adrian been busy in the wood shop at his dads house.

Jimmy interrupted again, “Daddy made the parts I helped put together and mommy smeared it!” “Uh Stained it”, Angie interjected. Jim laughed, “Oh guys it’s perfect!!!!”

Colton jumped in, “Did Adrian get his yet?”

Jim nodded, Adrian took the rife out and said, “This is amazing.” Colton said,” I was glad he gave that to you, but I want an invite to Elk season!” Jim interrupted, “Me too.” Then Ray, “Hey me too.” They agreed that next fall all would be in Ohio for Elk.

Jim Said, “Sammie your turn.” She grabbed the small box and opened it inside were two jewelry cases.

“Red one first”, Jim requested, Sammie opened it and recognized her mother’s gold chain, then in the next box was a locket with a pic of her and Angie from last summer, she cried and Ray helped her put the two together and put them on. Ray was next. Jim had gotten him a new fly reel. And a gift certificate to Bass pro shops.

Rene, Jim said, “you’re turn.” She opened her gift. It was a jewelry box, she opened it and it was a pandora charm bracelet, Angie said,”Oh Daddy it’s just like ours.” the other jewelry box had a bride and groom charm.

Colton was next. He opened a thin box inside was an envelope. He gave a look of confusion, then opened it and cried, “Dad Really” “Yeah, its time!” “Wow he said as he held the title to the Hudson up for everyone to see.

Colton could not speak,”Wow”, he took a minute, then Angie jumped in, “Daddy are you okay?” Jim laughed,” YES! But you guys are on your own, and doing very well, I cleaned out the house in Mesa and moved up here, this was stuff I wanted you to have but it needed to wait till you could Stewart it.”

I am healthy as a horse. “But you’re still smoking!” Sammie scolded, “Yes, I am he admitted. I had two on my drive up here a couple days ago.” “You should quit!” Angie demanded.” Nope!” Jim scolded, “Listen guys. I have a scotch one or two times a month, a beer when the situation allows and a glass of wine, a couple times a week and yes, a cigarette 5 to ten times a week, and I am not going to stop, even if you keep complaining.”

Sammie said, “OKAY. Now open ours.” Jim found another box.

Inside he found a new sweater, not quite dressy but not casual either.

Then an envelope with a homemade gift certificate, for a home cooked meal at their house in Doners Grove Illinois, Jim Smiled, “You got the house!!!” Sammie smiled we move in, in a month.” Everyone cheered. Jim said, “You two be proud, a new pediatric office , and a new house in one year.” Ray jumped in and said, “a new car too.” Sammi said. “Oh yeah, we got our first new car.” She pointed a camera out the window at the new Toyota Sequoia, Next to it was the old chevy Trailblazer. Jim smiled. “Oh, guys, so proud of you.” “You still have the chevy?” He asked, Ray said, “Yeah, they wouldn’t even take it as a trade. We gave it to my brother. But it isn’t running.” Jim laughed and said, “I thought you liked your brother.”

Sammie laughed, “Something about it being a mm or ss or something.” Colton said, “It’s an SS “ super sport, lots of power.” Sammie teased back; “All I know is it breaks a lot now.” Jim smiled, “But it got you through college and Med School.” She said, “Yes it did.”

Ok Colton instructed get our box, Jim repositioned his laptop. And opened the first box. It was a new scope for his hunting rifle. “Oh, wow guys that neat can’t wait to site an elk with that.”

Adrian laughed, “Okay guys I’ll get it set up.”

Next was an envelope. It had a picture in it. Jim exclaimed, finally understanding, “It’s a sonogram. He stared at it while the others waited… “What is it?” Sammie asked, impatiently. Colton said, “Wait for it. Jim turned to the

computer tears in his eyes. “TWINS?” And there it was. Jim turned the photo around.

Colten said, “Pappy meet your two Grandsons.” Jim just smiled. “Oh, guys so proud.” Rene was all smiles.

“Wow that’s so cool. Names?” “Yes,” Rene said, “After Grandfathers too. So, Samuel and James,” Colton said, “We’re just going to have to deal with two cousins named jimmy.” Angie laughed, “That is cool.”

I’m going to call them Jimmy Squared!

“Why you call me squirrel?” Little Jimmy asked, Jim laughed, “Because it fits.” Adrian just said, “I think our problem is solved.”

“Okay” Jim said, “You guys enjoy your families. I am going back to bed.” “Uh no hang on Dad.” Colton asked. He grabbed his device and moved to his kitchen on the base in Pensacola, Jim noticed Angie and Sammie doing the same thing.

Jim noticed. The serous look on their faces. “What’s wrong guys” he quired.

Colton started. “uh please don’t be mad.” “Okay” their father said suspiciously,

‘I was showing Rene’s parents your smart house last night and you were doing a demo.” Jim smiled, and said, “Yeeesss” “We noticed you spent a lot of time going over Tuesday.” Jim finished, “And you saw a Jeremy sicle!”

“Yeah, are you okay?” “I am” Jim told the story. “Is he okay” Sammie asked.  we think so, but he has to stay at altitude until a cardiologist checks him out. Dr. Simon is caring for him. Where is he staying? Angie asked. He is staying here but you already know that.

Colton said I wish you had cameras inside; we were worried. Jim said no you could have called!

We did Rene claimed. “When? last night. Jim went to his desk and retrieved his phone from the charger. He looked at its ringer was off, and 9 missed calls three for each kid.

Jim smiled well I scared the hell out of you huh. Yes, all said, well here it is. Yes Jeremy, is staying here. He will until he is healthy enough not to. He is doing well, but the doctors are afraid of Jim was interrupted by Sammie. An embolism. “yes”

Is there anything else we should know Angie asked, “NO”

It’s okay if there was Sammie queried,” yes I know that” Jim said sternly.

Rene chimed in. It’s okay.

Jim sternly said Guys, if there is a change in my relationship status, I will let you know until then this is quite simply none of your business.

Rene stated “he is cute” Jim laughed Oh yes, he is!

I want to meet him, Angie exclaimed.

Jim laughed. Okay if he wants to. But right now, he is asleep, and I am not waking him for my gestapo to give him an interrogation.

What else is going on, Sammie asked, Jim thought. Oh. Colton, do you remember the old guy down the highway from me, Bert, oh yeah Rene loved his wife. Yeah, he passed a couple a days ago shoveling snow and she had a heart attack and passed the same day. So, I am taking care of their animals.

Sammie chimed in that happens a lot to people that are together for a long time.

Colton asked, “are you going to take the animals? oh no I can’t, I don’t want to be tied down to the place, how can I travel to see you guys or to the place in Rocky Point?

Point taken. Colton finished. But dad, that would be a great place for us when I’m out. Jim nodded and thought about it.

The kids said their merry Christmases and at 8 o’clock Jim made more coffee and turned on the tv.

He woke in his chair about ½ an hour later the shower was running. He had the house start the fireplace in the bedroom and living room and he turned the heat up to 74 degrees. Jim went to the master shower and smiled when Jeremy smiled back, come on he was invited into the shower. Jim hugged the younger’s back and caressed his stomach. The abs rippled from his touch, Jim’s manhood stood, and they just cuddled. Jim soaped and rinsed as Jeremy knelt and took Jim in his mouth, Jim turned the rain ceiling on to a gentle rain and the two made love in the shower. Jeremy took the top and Jim came. Shooting wads all over the shower wall.

They dried and Jeremy noticed the warmth in the house, “I could just be naked with as warm as it is.”

“Jim winked and said , “ that was the plan.” The two made breakfast in the nude and cuddled on the couch for hours. Nap time came. And Jeremy escorted Jim to the bedroom, Jim felt warm hands massaging his entire body.

Then Jeremy just laid on top, Jim felt the total of his warmth engulfing him to his soul. He rolled over and just held Jeremy. He woke a few hours later, the two were still cocooned together, Jeremy woke to Jim enjoying the feel of his lower back as Jim caressed him, he stretched and kissed Jim’s nipple. No words were said, Jim explored every inch of Jeremys body with hands and tongue. Fingers and dick probed every inch inside and out. Jim wasn’t sure how many times each came. but it was a wonderful hot experience.

Clearing up after a late lunch both still nude, Jim asked, “Does age bother you?” Jeremy turned and said, “With you no. how about you?” Jim said “same thing, with you no.” Jeremy confessed, “I would like to get to know you better.” Jim closed the distance, “I would like that too. But my kids will grill you.”

Jeremy smiled, “I know I heard, I creeped on you this morning, I watched from the hall, you have great kids, Jim stared at him, why didn’t you Join me?” Jeremy shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe insecure about it or just didn’t want to intrude on your family.”

Jim nodded appreciating the honesty. “Do you have to call someone. I did this morning while you were out here. My mother told me I should just quit driving because I’m obviously no good at it.” Jim asked, “Is this a common occurrence with you?”

 “No, the first time I ever put a mark on a car.”

“Then why?” “Because that is the way she is. My brothers said that they will settle any bill, but asked that I stop causing the family trouble, I told them I would, and I would give them your invoice.” “Jim laughed, paid in full.”

“Now you know why I am distant.”

 “I see that.” The two wrapped themselves in a blanket and read the rest of the day.

Jim asked, “Why don’t you stay?”

Jeremy smiled and said, “I’d like that. But I have to have clothes.” Jim said, “Let’s go get some from my closet that way you don’t have to ask”, and they did Jeremy took two pairs of jeans and two shirts, and just said he would just wear his three pairs of sock and under, then looked at Jim, “But I want to be naked now. Jim smiled, “me too.” They went back to reading. And cuddling.

The next day at 5am Jeremy’s phone rang, he answered alarmed, it was his niece.

He told her what happened and asked if she would drive up with clothes. She said, yes and asked to bring her boyfriend, Jeremy asked Jim and Jim nodded emphatically saying “YES!”

 

Jeremy was cleaning out his car and putting stuff in a box, when Jim said, “Hey is that yours?” As he pointed to the television on the wall of the shop, Jeremy said,” Yes,” as his 1964 Cadillac convertible sat at the front gate. Followed by a Mercedes G Wagon. Jim tossed Jeremy the keys to the Cherokee and said better go get “em. They’re having a hard time figuring out the gate.

“Hey Little bit” Jeremy greeted his 20-year-old niece.

You brought my car! “Yeah, I thought you could use it.  Its, okay?”

“Sure, thank you come on.” He opened the gate for her. She drove through and so did Ryan in the G Wagon Jeremy led the way to the shop. Jim wiped his hand and went out front to greet his visitors, Linda stepped from the Cadillac and tossed her uncle the keys. “That was fun!” He smiled, “How did it do?” Linda looked up at her favorite relative. and said, “I can’t tell you you’ll be mad.” The little 5’#’ 75 lb. little girl laughed, she was dressed in casual comfortable high fashion jeans and ug boots wearing a light blue sweater over a dark blue shirt. Ryan, her boyfriend stepped from the G wagon wearing wranglers expensive boots and a Carhart hoodie. Jeremy hugged her and shook hands with the younger lad.

This is Jim my savior, Jim smiled and asked, “You two need coffee or something stronger? Ryan said, “Better do coffee, still have to drive.” Linda said, “Stronger please”, showing a meek little smile.

Inside the house the youngers got out of the sweaters and hoodie, Jim asked, “what’ll it be wine, beer, whiskey, tequila, vodka or mixed, Linda said, “Whiskey neat please.” Jim looked in the bar cabinet, “uh Jack, or Basil Hayden.” Linda said, “Oh basil Hayden please.” Jeremy laughed; “You just became her best friend.”

The day went by, Jim asked Ryan what he did, “I am a business student at ASU. Then probably a masters, somewhere”. “Then”, Jim Prodded. “He smirked, I’m 2nd born, the useless spare. “Jim was shocked. To what?” “Tannen construction.” Jim smiled, “You’re Ryans’ boy?” “No, that’s my grandfather.” Jim said, “I’m Jim Rymer, advance plumbing.” “I know, I’m Johns son. “Oh” Jim commented. “He and your brother are running the show huh?” “Yeah, and made it clear I have to be ready to take over if one of them dies, so I get paid to be a goof off.” Ryan interjected, “We met a month ago.”  “Yes, we did, at my retirement party, you left early.” “Yeah and caught hell for it” “My fault Linda said, I distracted him.”

“It was at Westin Kierland” Jim told Jeremy.

Linda giggled, “Yeah I and I had a suite.”

“You didn’t miss much Jim rolled his eyes.”

 “Did they really y give you a Tahoe?” “Yeah, it’s in the garage, I have no clue what to do with it.

“Well, you are the best of the best when it comes to luxury baths,” Ryan praised.

Jeremy laughed. “Yes, he is!”

 Linda scolded him.

Jeremy said, No, go look!

Linda went to the guest bath and saw the toilet with bidet and the claw foot tub and the shower with multiple shower heads. She said wow, Jim said show her the master, they came out after a demo. She said, “That is cool!”

 Jim smiled an embarrassed smile.

He then said, “Hey you guys visit I need to go to the neighbors and take care of some things.” Jeremy said, “Let’s all go” They took Jim’s truck and the G wagon. Jim began feeding Linda, took care of eggs and Ryan showed her how to feed chickens and Jeremy and Linda helped muck the stalls.  Jim commented to Jeremy, “You guys are not trust fund babies.”

 Linda said, “You should see my cousins, they were pissed because grandma insisted on Christmas in Manhattan instead of going to the Bahamas.”

Jeremy laughed. “Most of the younger generation travels to France and the Netherlands and the beach properties and complains grandma makes the fly commercial. Unless a special occasion demands it. Then they can use a jet.”

 

Linda said, “they think less of me because I love doing things like volunteering at the food bank or the children’s hospital.” Jeremy interjected, “My mom is sure she is going to ” CATCH HER DEATH WITH THE SICK URCHINs”” Jim said, “That is sad.”

“And I love to build cars!” Linda exclaimed.

 Jim was surprised at that, “Really.”

“Yeah, she does” Ryan chimed in, “She stopped at the rest area and advanced the timing on the Cadillac and adjusted the carb, I tried to help but she wouldn’t let me.” Jim laughed; “You need a tour when we’re done.” Jeremy asked, “So Princess, how did my car do??”

“Well, she pinged up the hill I had to slow her to 85, then after I readjusted it ran great.”

 “How Great!” Jeremy grilled with hands on his hips.

 Ryan laughed, “115 on the straightaway.”

 “LINDA JANE WESTIN!”

“Uncle Jeremy it’s a 450 horse 472 it needs to stretch its legs you drive it like a grandpa!

 Jeremy just laughed.

“You really are a car gal.” Jim smirked at her, she smiled and said, “Yes, I am! “Come with me.” Jim demanded, in the shop Linda went right to the cougar, “This is a 1970 cougar XR7 holly cow its rare. the petite littler girl said. “Not as rare as that!” Jeremy pointed to the Hudson, Linda walked over and helped Jim carefully remove the car cover, it was near the window, so the afternoon sun gleamed off the deep marron paint and gloss black fenders,

she asked and opened the suicide doors. “The camel hair interior is original”. Jim commented. Linda ran a hand over the soft fabric she pointed out the rose vase by the back window. To Ryan.

 Jeremy pointed out the etched glass, Jim told the story of his grandfather buying the car, and how he just passed it down to his son. Linda then noticed the Subaru outback, she turned to her uncle, “Damn that is bad” He smirked yeah broke the block and destroyed the transmission, she cussed, “You taught me to drive in this.” She patted the little car’s hood. He said, “” Yep how old were you?” “14” she smiled. Jim laughed.

Linda asked if she could change, her pants were all muddy and full of horse poop. Jim said, “Sure she went to the G wagon and got out her bag, Jim said, “Ryan do you need to change?” “Uh I can’t, didn’t bring anything we are going home from here.” Linda smiled, “I always carry a slut bag in my car.” Jeremy scolded her again. Jim said, ‘Come on let’s get food and you can put on some sweats while we wash your clothes. Linda was getting ready to go in the guest bath and Jim asked, “Do you want to use my shower?” “Hell yes,” she exclaimed and grabbed Ryan and away they went, Jeremy mouthed, “Is that ok with you?” Jim shrugged and said, “Not my horse, not my ranch.” “If you are ok, so am I.”

 “I am Ryan, is a really good kid.” “I see that, I know his grandfather well, his dad is a bit of an asshole.” Jeremy smiled; “I know he tears that boy up. Can never do anything right.” Jim smiled. “Sound familiar?” “Yeah, he is a carbon copy other than being straight.”

½ an hour later the kids came out wet hair clean and smiling. “Uncle Jeremy let’s do that at home!” Jeremy smiled, “We’ll see.”

Jim joined Linda for another Basil Hayden Ryan said no, “Have to drive.” Jim poured him one and said it’s a little late for driving and a storm is about to hit., take the guest room.

“Is that okay?” Ryan asked Linda, she smiled, “Yes please.”  Ryan took a sip of his whisky. Linda washed their clothes, Jim and Jeremy made pork chops for dinner. Jeremy picked a white to drink with and after dinner they ate the rest of the fruit and berries Jim had. Jim told the house to order some more, and Alexa read off the growing list, Jim asked for store pick up the following day. Ryan looked at him and said “Control 4? “Yeah, you know it, yeah, I love that, is it a complete system? Jim and Ryan went back and forth for 20 minutes, and Ryan showed Jim some new things it could do. Jim said, “I’m game for anything but interior cameras and microphones.” Ryan said, “Already has them” ‘No it doesn’t.”

Ryan grabbed Jim’s laptop, entered the program and pointed to the tv; he brought up a view of the master bed. “What the fuck?!” Jim asked. Ryan said, “Smart tv. Pointed at your bed.” “I did not realize it had a camera.” Jim was incensed. “Next Ryan pulled up the guest room same thing the guest bed in full view. Jim retrieved electrical tape from the garage, show me the cameras he demanded. Ryan showed him and Jim taped over them. “How do we disable the microphones. Ryan and Jim spent the next ½ hour disabling cameras and microphones.

Linda said why don’t you want cameras inside. Jim said, house answer the question, the mechanical voice came on because sex can happen anywhere and wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone. Linda laughed. Jeremy blushed.

Jim and Jeremy climbed in bed at 10 the kids were still up discussing the car they wanted to build for the derelict drags, Linda thought the Subaru would do well Ryan thought a Crown Vic would do better, they were working out the details.

Jim had help getting ready for bed, he had three drinks, something he never did, Jeremy just helped him get naked. Then put him to bed, by the time Jeremy was done in the bathroom Jim was out. Jeremy cuddled into him Jim responded and became the big spoon.

5am and Jim woke with Jeremy cuddled to him, he loved the way this felt. He got out of bed and wrapped Jeremy in the blankets, he donned his bathrobe, He noticed the light on in the kitchen, Ryan was sitting in a robe drinking coffee reading something on his phone he smiled at Jim, “Hi” Jim said, “Thanks for making coffee. You’re up early!” Ryan confessed, “no this is normal, I spent last summer working a kibbutz in Israel, they get up at 330 every day and start chores,” “I fell right into that schedule, don’t seem to want to break it.” “I usually go for a run and am back by 6 but with that storm and no running shoes” he shrugged. Jim looked outside, and could see more snow on the ground, but really couldn’t see the sky, he grabbed the I pad for the house and checked the gate camera, he noticed a blue car off the highway at a bad angle. He showed Ryan as he went to his room for clothes and boots. In the garage Ryan Joined him. In the old f100 Jim slowly made his way to the highway. Ryan opened the gate, and Jim drove through Ryan got in and the two made it to the car. They couldn’t find anyone. Jim called the fire house, John answered, Hi John, hey found a car off 169, any calls out here?” Jim asked. “Yeah” John confirmed kid from Jerome. “Slid off the road.” “We got em out and called their parents, everyone is fine there going to tow the car when the sun comes up.” Jim said, “Thanks, hey I’m going to yank this thing inside my gate. “Much appreciated’ John said, as he hung up the phone.

Ryan helped winch the car the 500 yards onto Jim’s property. 

Ryan asked, “Hey, how bad was Uncle Jerr?” “Jim conceded Pretty bad” “Linda is worried, so am I he looks terrible.” Jim said, “Oh, I didn’t know him before.” Ryan continued, “He didn’t have a winkle, his face was skinny and tanned, he looks like he is wearing blackface make up now.” “That is his skin dying and peeling, comes with frost bite. Dr. says he is doing well but needs a follow up.” Jim educated.  Ryan just nodded, “Hey why don’t you guys stay until after new year’s if Linda is concerned.” Ryan looked at Jim, “Are you sure?” “I mean it’s a lot to have someone almost die at your house and then take him in and his entire family.” Jim smiled, “It doesn’t feel that way.” Ryan smiled, “I think Linda would like that.”

Ryan and Jim were in the kitchen Ryan was reading something on his phone Jim had a Clive Cussler novel in his hands when Linda came out, she was dressed in Ryans hoodie, and bare feet, she went right for the coffee pot, She sat next to Ryan on the bench at the kitchen table, she snuggle to him he put his arm around her kissed her head and went back to his phone, not a word was said, Jeremy got up last he came out in gym shorts and a long shirt that said I’m the queen, deal with it!

Jim laughed, the two kissed, Jeremy went back to the bedroom and Jim heard the shower on. Jim put the book down and joined him. They talked about the kids staying and food and Dr. and Linda thinking he was really bad. Jeremy said, “I’ll talk to her.” Jim said, “I’ll take Ryan and go to Bert’s” on their way to the kitchen they heard the kids in the guest shower, giggling. Jim smiled, he and Jeremy sat and cuddled until the kids came out, Ryan was dressed in his wranglers, and one of Jeremy’s tee shirts, Jim invited him to go to Bert’s, Jeremy told Linda to stay,

A few hours later Ryan came in and said, “Hey I need to go into town, commando is uncomfortable in these he smiled and went for another shower to wash the shit off himself. “

The group headed to Walmart in Prescott valley, Ryan bought jeans unders, sock and looked at running shoes, Jeremy bought toiletries with Linda, Jim picked up the ordered groceries and went looking for more stuff but could not find what  he was looking for, they all agreed to go to a higher end store in Prescott, and Ryan found a runners den, he bought new running shoes so did Linda, and new jogging shorts and a work out bra, then Jim showed them the  court house and whisky row, Jeremy took over driving duties, and Jim , Linda and Ryan had a Basil Hayden’s, back at the house, the youngers started talking about the derelict drags, Jim asked questions, Jeremy was amazed, racing was not his “ thing “ but the idea his car could be fun again did turn him on. Ryan conceded that the Subaru with a big turbo would work. But he still thought a Crown Vic was better, he finally conceded when Jeremy said take the car. They had to keep its value under 3 grand, Jim said use the shop, but I need help putting the cougar engine in first. Both agreed to help.

New Year’s Eve, it was 8 am, Jim and Ryan up early as usual finished the last touches of the cougar, Ryan built a temporary spray boot out of 2×4’s and Vis queen and Jim repainted the bad fender, the match was perfect, the car looked amazing, Jim was priming the oil pump when Jeremy and Linda came in, Ryan helped put the distributer in, Jim filled the fuel bowls of the carburetor. He jumped inside and pumped the gas twice, and the Cougar and its 351 Cleveland roared to life, Ryan quickly adjusted the distributer by ear, then let it run Jim checked the gauges for oil pressure /Ryan scanned the top of the engine for leaks Linda checked underneath.

Ryan opened the choke and let it idle down. Linda grabbed a screwdriver and fine-tuned the carb then using the distributor wrench gave the timing a little tweak, oh too much Ryan protested, she said nope as she tightened it Jim smiled at Jeremy, he knew the girl nailed it. “I’ll settle this he chimed in, Jim grabbed the timing light from the tool box hooked it up and handed it to Ryan. Linda pulled the vacuum from the advance, Ryan shined it on the mark, “What’s it supposed to be?” he asked, 8 before Jim answered, Jeremy asked, “Where is it? 8 before Dammitt.” Jim laughed. Linda pumped her fist and said “YES.”

Jim moved the car to the garage at the house. Next to Jeremy’s Cadillac. Jim poured coffee from the shop’s coffee pot, Jeremy finished sweeping the floor Linda and Ryan were putting tools away and Jim took carb cleaner and cleaned the metal worktable.

“Next” Jim asked, Linda got a pouty face, she and Ryan explained the Subaru would not work for their project, It, even in this condition still had too much value. Ryan had a look of triumph.

The group joined half the town at Bert and Betty Remmington’s the next day after the funeral. Donald. Bert’s son and grandson approached Jim. “Hey, we want to thank you for taking care of things here.” Jim smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”

Donald said, “I know this sounds bad, but I heard from Dr. Simon that you might be interested in the property here, the house is really old, and needs a lot of work. I had a discussion with my sister, and we are just going to grab personal stuff and auction off the rest.” Jeremy walked over and stood next to Jim. Jim introduced him, Jim told Jeremy. “Donald here is telling me they are going to auction off the property, as soon as they clean out the house.” Donny the grandson jumped in, “Well we thought we would give you the opportunity first.” Jim knew the adage, the first one to mention price loses, Jim asked the grandson, “what did you have in mind for price, Donald jumped in, we think it’s worth 150, Jim said it’s what 5 acres?  Yeah, but we are going to leave the old cars and everything including the animals,

Jeremy was stone faced, he so desperately wanted to take that offer. Jim said, “listen without an appraisal, I really couldn’t afford much over 100.” Donald said hang on he went over to his sister and wife, after a brief conversation Donald came back and said, “Will you find a place for the animals and allow us to just take personal items and leave the rest? Jim said, “yeh but 100 is all I can do.” Donald stuck out his hand. Jim said, “Deal”. and shook his hand, Jim said, “Let’s talk to the Lawyer in town he’ll do everything for us. “

Donald agreed,

After a brief conversation with the lawyer that just happened to be there a handshake agreement was made and all the parties agreed to meet the next day at the Law offices in Mayer.

The next day Jim asked Jeremy if he wanted to go to town and visit the lawyer, Jeremy said yeah, then he commented, you know I would have taken that offer. Jim smiled, yeah but I want you with me he smirked, “is that an offer? “Yeah, I think so” Jeremy took Jim’s hand and said, yes please. Jim leaned in for a kiss, Jeremy pushed it harder.

The weeks passed, Jim and Jeremy Found a family in Dewey that wanted the chickens the cow the horse, and a general contractor to restore the old Remington house. And the peace and serenity that only winter heat can bring.

I had a roommate in college who loved working out more than anything in the world. I, on the other hand, was kind of average then, not thin but not fat either. He introduced me to the gym, and taught me how to work out. I’ve not stopped since then. While many of my friends gained their Freshman 15 during their first year of college, I toned up and added about 25 pounds of muscle, becoming a muscular stud and quite a ladies’ man. I slept my way around campus throughout my last three years of college, developing quite a reputation among the female population!

That all changed the last semester of my senior year, when I met Tania. She was gorgeous, and she thought I was hot too. Instead of just sleeping with her, we started dating, quickly growing serious. I realized as we were graduating that I was falling in love with her. Based on the way she looked when she saw me, I could tell that she was feeling the same things. We both got jobs in the same city after graduation, and I proposed that Christmas. We got married the following summer. Two moves and 3 kids later, we find ourselves still happily married and in our early 40’s.

I have continued my passion of working out since college, keeping my body toned and my muscles cut and pronounced. My wife, along with most of the girls I slept with in college, has always complemented my ass. She loves how round it it, and she loves grabbing and holding onto my ass while I fuck her. It was my muscular ass, in fact, that led me down a path that I never imagined going, which is the subject of this story.

I was at the gym a few months back. I had finished my workout and was in the locker room, taking off my workout clothes. I had come during my lunch break, and needed to shower quickly and head back to the office. As I dropped my shorts, a black dude that I had seen around the gym walked in. I like wearing a jock strap when I work out, and so when he walked in he was greeted with the sight of my naked ass, framed by the strap as I prepared to go to the shower.

“Damn, dude,” he said since we were the only ones in there at the moment. “That is a fine booty you got!” I laughed uncomfortably and hurried to the shower. I don’t have anything against gay dudes, but wasn’t sure I wanted to get hit in the locker room either! I finished my shower, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist, heading back to my locker. Thank goodness the room was empty, and I hurriedly dressed and made my way back out into the gym, ready to head back to work.

The black guy was waiting for me in the lobby. “Hey man,” he said as I headed toward the door. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable in there. I just don’t see such perfect asses very much!”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I guess I’m flattered that you noticed.” I was trying to lighten the mood and diffuse the tension. Unfortunately, that didn’t work.

“Oh, you’re flattered, huh?” he asked, moving toward me and obviously flirting. “I see that wedding ring on your finger. But if you ever want to walk on the dark side, and find out what a black man could do with that fine white ass, you just let me know! I’ll introduce you to pleasure you never imagined could exist!” He smirked as he smacked my ass, walking past me as he finished his come-on, laughing as my face turned 5 shades of red.

I rushed out and back to the office, willing myself to forget the ridiculous insinuation that I would be the bottom in any coupling with another man. But I couldn’t get his words out of my head. When I got home that evening, Tania noticed that I was preoccupied.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she asked, a look of concern on her face. “Bad day at work?”

“No, not really,” I said. “Actually, it was a weird conversation at the gym.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah. This black dude was complementing my ass, and suggesting he wanted to fuck me!” I said. Hearing myself say it out loud made me realize how stupid I was being for fixating on his words. I was being stupid!

“Well, you do have a FINE ass!” Tania laughed as she stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around me and grabbing my ass-cheeks in her hands, turning her mouth up to meet mine in a kiss. Then breaking the kiss, she continued, “You should be honored that a gay man would still find you attractive at 41!”

“Ha, ha,” I responded sarcastically. “I’m hot and you know it!” We both laughed, and my mood was lightened. I decided to just forget the entire experience and just know that I was hot to both men and women.

Except I wasn’t able to forget it. Every time I went to the gym, I would see the black guy, who introduced himself to me as Troy the next time we met, and he would make a point of coming to talk to me. Troy would always bring up the topic of wanting to tap my white ass. Every single day for the next week involved at least one conversation about how good my ass would feel on his big black cock. He was certainly persistent! The worst part was, I didn’t talk with Tania about it anymore, because I didn’t want her to know how much my mind was being consumed by his attempted seduction. I couldn’t seem to find a way to correctly communicate that I wasn’t interested in what he was offering. I kept saying I wasn’t interested, but he kept coming back. I couldn’t even figure out why it bothered, or preoccupied me, so much.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I sought out a guy that works in my department who is gay. “Chris, can I ask you about something?” I began as I walked into his office on Monday of the next week.

“Sure, man, what’s up?” Chris responded, looking up from his desk.

“I’ve got a problem, but before I share, I need you to promise that you won’t tell anyone,” I began.

Chris held up his right hand, as if swearing in court. “I swear.”

“There’s this guy at the gym…” I started as Chris interrupted.

“No fucking way!” Chris exclaimed. “Are you considering batting for my team?”

“NO!” I retorted quickly. “But there’s this black guy at the gym who keeps coming on to me, and being quite explicit about how much he wants my ass. I keep telling him no, I’m not gay, I’m married, I’m not interested, but he keeps trying.”

“Well, you do have the finest ass in this office!” Chris said, smirking at me. “It’s a shame to waste an ass like that on a woman!”

“Shut up, dickhead!” I replied, laughing at his attempt to torment me. “I’ll report you for sexual harassment!”

Chris laughed, then turned serious. “You sure you want him to stop asking?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, black on white gay sex is often more than just about the sex,” he said. “There is a power dynamic, and many times white guys are naturally submissive, even subconsciously submissive, toward black guys. Even more so, many straight guys secretly or subconsciously wonder what it would be like to have sex with another guy. Maybe one or both of those things are true for you, and subconsciously you want to find out what it would be like to give in to his seduction, to let him do what he’s described.”

I was silent as I considered his words. I had never imagined wanting gay sex, and had many friends who were black. There had never been a sexual tension in our relationships that I knew about. So I knew that I wasn’t secretly hiding my desires, or pretending not to have them. But the subconscious thing made me wonder. Could I want this at a subconscious level? Is that why I’ve been so bothered by these interactions with Troy at the gym? Is it possible that somewhere in my psyche I feel subconsciously submissive toward him, and so naturally want to give him what he wants?

Chris interrupted my thoughts: “You could find out if there’s anything to it. There’s plenty of gay interracial porn that’s available through a simple google search. Just go look it up and see if it turns you on in any way.”

“Nah,” I said. “I really just wanted to see if you had any suggestions to get him to stop.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to take his advice to search for gay porn, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell my co-worker that I planned to watch it!

But leaving his office, I wondered if I should follow his advice and just see if it intrigued me at all. I debated what to do in my mind all morning. Finally, after lunch, I decided to look it up and see what I could find. I closed my office door, grabbed my cell phone and turned off the wifi (our internet use in the office was monitored), opened the browser and switched to private browsing. I didn’t want my wife to find that search on my phone either! Then I typed in “interracial gay porn” in the search bar and pressed go.

The google search page was populated with links to porn sites. I clicked the “videos” tab at the top of the page, and then a list of videos appeared on my screen. With my heart beating wildly in nervousness, I pressed the first video in the list. I watched a minute, but nothing struck me as interesting or erotic. It was just two guys kissing and then sucking each other. I checked the next video, and it was the same thing. I began to feel relief that I wasn’t turned on at all! Then I had the thought, I wonder what I would find if I search “black on white muscle gay porn?” I typed in the search and hit enter. Immediately I knew this was different from the first videos I’d found. For one thing, the men in these videos were more like Troy and I, with gym toned bodies. For another, it was clear there was a power dynamic, and the black men were dominating their white partners. I spent the next hour watching video after video, my cock hard and leaking the entire time. SHIT. This was turning me on.

A knock at my office door interrupted my perusal. “Come in!” I said loudly as I turned off my phone and laid it down in the keyboard drawer under my desk, hidden from view.

Chris opened the door and stuck his head in. “Did you look it up?” he asked conspiratorially. I wasn’t about to admit to him that I had.

“No,” I said nonchalantly, pretending to be engrossed in the work on my laptop.

“You’re missing out on a lot of fun,” he grinned. “In fact, I’d pay good money to watch that masterpiece of an ass get pounded!”

“Get the fuck out!” I said, pretending to be angry. Internally, after what I’d just seen in the videos, I could imagine that being really, really hot! Chris left, closing the door behind him. I picked up my phone and spent the rest of the afternoon watching more black on white porn.

On the drive home, a tremendous wave of guilt overtook me. Why in the hell would I even be pursuing this idea? I have a wonderful wife and family, the perfect house and job, and with one suggestion of gay sex, my subconscious seems to be ready to just throw it all away. I decided then and there to stop this investigation and return to life as normal.

My resolve lasted for two full days, until in a moment of weakness, alone at home, I searched for more interracial porn. My weakness had come as a result of seeing Troy once again at the gym. That day, he had been even more aggressive in his pursuit of me. I had finished my workout and was walking into the locker room to grab my bag and then head home. Troy was in the locker room as well, and he and I were the only two guys in there.

“Damn, dude, that ass gets better every day!” he said by way of greeting as I turned to grab my bag. “I can’t wait to sink balls deep in those perfect melons!” His wording was slightly different from our previous encounters. Always before, he had mentioned how much he would like to take my ass, or how good it would feel to be in my ass. But today, with a slight variation of words, he insinuated that him fucking me was an inevitability, like it would happen and he knew that I would bend over for him at some point. I looked over at him like a deer in the headlights, seeing him smirk, knowing exactly what he had said. I quickly grabbed my gear and hurried out, hearing him let out a chuckle as I exited the locker room. Then I hurried home, and finding myself there alone, I searched for even more black on white gay porn. I suddenly realized that this was becoming an obsession in my brain, and I was distracted from everything else. What the hell was happening to me? I even had the thought at one point, maybe I should just give in and let him have me so I can get this over with and move on. Maybe I should satisfy this curiosity that was apparently in my subconscious and just let him take me. The sound of the garage door opening signal my wife’s arrival at home, and I quickly exited the private browsing pages, determined to ignore the growing curiosity in my mind.

Over the next several weeks, the curiosity continued to grow, and I found myself not only hard from watching the videos, but jerking off to them when I could. I was being drawn further and further into the abyss, now admitting that what I was watching looked hot, the guys looked like they enjoyed it, even the bottoms, based on their moans and cries of ecstasy. Through all of this, Troy kept up his seductive comments and lewd invitations to give him my virgin ass. I even found myself looking forward to hearing him complement my ass, proud of the work I’d done to make it look so good. I wasn’t even really offended the first time he referred to my ass as a pussy that he’d like to pound. Having watched as much porn as I had in recent weeks, I knew that this was often in the vocabulary of the top as he fucked his bottom.

The fateful day of my surrender came as a result of my wife taking the kids to visit my in-laws. I had to stay home because I had a project to finish for work. I probably could have just taken my laptop with me and gone with them, but I don’t really enjoy visiting with them, and so I limit my trips to family holidays if I can. So she packed up the car and the kids, and they were off. Without even really knowing why, I had a growing sense of dread and excitement as I watched them pull out of the driveway. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I felt like I could have some extended time to explore my newfound desires. It was while slowly jacking to a video, sitting naked in my home office, that I saw an advertisement banner for a gay bar. Clicking the link, I was surprised to find that it was a gay bar in our town, only about 15 minutes away from my house. I wondered what it would be like to walk in there, and see what it was like. I wondered, if I even went, would anyone try to hit on me. What would I say if they did? Without even realizing what I was doing, I began to get dressed, a faint idea that I might drive by it and see what it looked like. Like I was in a trance, I walked to my car, backed out of the driveway, and drove in the direction of the bar.

I arrived at the section of downtown where it was located, and slowed down to drive past it. I had seen the building before, but had no idea it was a gay bar. It was actually only about a 5 minute walk from my office building. I kept going, nervous at the idea of walking in, or having someone see me who recognized me. I circled the block, and drove by slowly again. I saw two guys walking, holding hands, and then step into the bar. They didn’t seem to care if someone saw them walking in. I kept driving, heading further away, but then finding myself making turns that I knew would eventually lead me back to the bar, which I drove past a third time.

“Fuck it!” I said out loud to no one but myself. A public parking lot was located just across the street from the bar. I circled around one more time, then pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot a few spaces back from the street so that no one would recognize my car there. I know I was being ridiculous, but I had never been so nervous in my life. Taking a deep breath, I opened my car door, stepped out and shut and locked it. Then I began walking toward the door to the bar, unsure of what I was even looking for or why I was here.

Far too quickly, I found myself standing before the door. I reached my hand out, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open, stepping inside. I don’t know what I expected to find inside, but this looked just like any other bar I’d ever visited. The actual bar was set up in the middle, with the bar tender preparing drinks for the patrons sitting on stools around it. There were tables on one side of the place, and a dance floor on the opposite side. The only real difference between this place an other bars I’d visited was the lack of women. There were only men, including on the dance floor, where a few couples of men were dancing together. I made my way to an open stool on the side of the bar and sat down. The bartender saw me and made his way over.

“First time here?” he asked in a friendly way. I nodded. “I figured,” he said. “You have the nervous look of a newbie in a gay bar.” He smiled kindly, though, so I knew he wasn’t making fun of me. “First drink’s on the house.” I ordered a beer and watched him as he poured it and brought it to me. I started drinking, and soon I found myself relaxing and beginning to look around. It seemed like  guys were coupling off. I watched a few guys leave together, clearly headed to have some private time. I watched another few couples walk back through a beaded curtain into a room in the back of the bar. I assumed they were headed to the bathroom, but they didn’t return very quickly. All of this I took in as I nursed my beer, still unsure why I came here. Nothing here was interesting to me, I hadn’t seen any guy or couple that got me aroused. Maybe this was just a stupid idea.

It was while I was making the decision to leave after I finished the beer that I felt a presence behind me, a hand coming to rest on my ass as it hung off the stool, and a body press up against me from behind. The man’s head came beside mine, his lips kissing my neck as he moved his mouth up to my ear. “Fancy meeting you here.” The blood drained from my face as I recognized the voice: Troy.

I was speechless. I had no idea what to say. I tried to think of a thousand excuses for why I would be in a gay bar. Maybe I came here on accident, didn’t know it was a gay bar. But no words would come out. I knew he wouldn’t believe my lies anyway.

Troy didn’t have any trouble with his words. “If you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was ask!” He said, his mouth still right next to my ear. His arms had come around me on the stool, and he was pressing his crotch against my seated ass. “I’ve been telling you for weeks how good it’s going to feel when I’m balls deep in you. I had no idea that it was going to be tonight, though.” He chuckled softly as he kissed my ear, my neck. His hands were feeling me up, eventually groping my crotch, feeling my cock which had gone rock hard at the sound of his voice.

“You can try to deny it, but you want me,” he said, feeling my arousal. “Baby, I’m going to give you the fucking of your life.”

NO! I screamed in my head. This isn’t right! Why am I hard? But none of those things would come out. Instead, I just sat there silently, letting him fondle me right there in the bar in front of everyone. His voice in my ear said, “Let’s move to somewhere a little more private.” Pulling my body back with him, he led me from the bar stool toward a booth over on the back side where the tables were located. The corner of the bar was dimly lit, and the booth where he led me was bathed in shadows. Troy led me to sit down first, then he sat down beside me, scooting me over against the wall as we shared the same side of the booth. His right arm came up and wrapped possessively around my shoulders as his left hand began roaming around my body, once again feeling me up.

Leaning his head over against mine, he whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you get a feel of my big black cock. I know you want to.” When I didn’t move, he took his left hand, grabbed my wrist, and moved my hand, placing it directly on top of the shaft of his hardening dick, covered by his pants. I numbly wrapped my fingers around it, still not quite comprehending how this evening had turned so quickly into something I wasn’t even really sure I wanted. Troy moaned in my ear as I felt his cock, noting that it was quite large as it lay down his right leg. My brain was waging a war, conflicting emotions throbbing through me. I didn’t want this! But this felt so good! Troys moans of pleasure filled my ear, his kisses on my neck sending goosebumps and shivers all over my body. He was playing me, and even as I fought against it, I knew I was giving in. I had to stop this!

Finally finding my voice, I said, “I’ve got to go pee.” I pushed him back, and he moved to stand up from the booth, letting me out. His cock made an obscene bulge that he didn’t even attempt to hide. In fact, he was proudly displaying his massive cock, letting everyone know what I was doing to him. I hurried to get out of the booth and began walking away, hoping he would take the hint and leave me and my confused brain alone. He didn’t get the message.

“I’ll show you where it is,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me toward the back of the bar. We stepped through the curtain, and the bathroom was just off the hall to the left. I pushed open the door, and he followed me in. I stepped over to the urinal and pulled my still hard cock out. Troy stepped up to the urinal next to mine, looking unashamedly at my cock. Seeing movement, I glanced over at his crotch as he hauled his cock out. I could see he was hard as well, getting a first look at the monster I’d been stroking through his pants., He was thicker than me, and three or four inches longer! I tried to concentrate on peeing, and finally was able to go. Troy meantime finished his piss and stood there watching me. Once I was done, he grabbed my hand and pulled it over, wrapping it around his hardening cock. For the first time in my life, I was holding another man’s penis in my hand, skin on skin contact.

“Yeah, baby,” Troy said hypnotically. “That feels so good. You’re making me feel so good.” He began moving my hand back and forth on his cock, stroking himself with my hand. I couldn’t believe how warm it felt, how hard and yet soft it was in my hand. I found myself stroking him without his hand as he pulled it away. Then I realized what I was doing, in a public restroom, and jerked my hand away, trying to hurry to get out of there. Troy grabbed my hand again, but this time, instead of putting it on his dick, he used his strength to pull me over against the wall of the bathroom, pressing my back tight against the wall. Then he stepped up to me, invading my personal space, took my face in his hands and proceeded plant his lips firmly on mine.

I had always thought that my wife was a good kisser, and had enjoyed our make out sessions that often acted as foreplay to sex. Being kissed by Troy was completely different. My wife always responded to my kisses. Without realizing it, I was always the more aggressive when we made out. But here, I was being kissed, and Troy was damn good at it! My lips were moving, opening, letting his tongue in. My arms were suddenly not trying to push him away, but instead gripping his muscular arms and shoulders, feeling his powerful body that was pressing me against the wall. I was surrendering, and I couldn’t stop myself.

Finally breaking the kiss, Troy grabbed my hand once again and said, “Come on.” He led me out of the bathroom and further down the hall, away from the front area of the bar. We came to a dimly lit room near the end of the hall. The unmistakable sights and sounds of gay sex filled the room. Troy pulled me in, then moved my body in front of him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. Troy gave me a moment to look around, letting me take in the sights of men making out, sucking each other, even fucking. I saw one guy rimming another guy, something I’d only ever seen in the gay porn I’d been watching of late.

Troy’s voice in my ear cut through my surveillance of the room. “Do you want me to pop your cherry here, or you wanna come back to my place so we can do this right?” There was no asking if I wanted to get fucked. There was no wondering what might happen. He was merely asking about geography. Did I want my first time to be here, in front of these other men who were also having sex? Or did I want my first time to be special, alone with him? He was going to fuck me. He was just giving me the choice of location and audience.

“Your place,” I said. Taking my hand, he led me back toward the front of the bar. As we walked through the bar, he wrapped his arm possessively around my waist, then slid his hand down onto my ass, grabbing it as we walked through the crowd in the bar. I got the distinct impression that guys were watching us, and Troy to was letting them know that I had surrendered and he was getting in my ass. Then we were out into the street, and moving toward my destiny. I was a white bottom, submitting for the first time to my black top.

“My car’s this way,” Troy said, pulling me in the opposite direction from where I parked. “I’ll bring you back to your car tomorrow.” Tomorrow? Did he expect me to spend the entire night with him? What was I getting myself into? He didn’t give me time to protest, just walked with a purpose, taking me with him.

He opened the passenger door of his black BMW, helping me in and then shutting the door. He treated me like his date, as I had done for my wife countless times. I watched him walk around the car, still stunned that this was happening. He got in the driver’s seat, started the car, then turned to look at me. “We’ve got a 10 minutes drive to my place,” he said as he looked in my eyes. “I think we could use that time to get you more acquainted with the new center of your universe.” As he said those words, I heard him unzip his pants, then haul out his cock that was still semi-hard. Then placing his hand behind my neck, he began pulling my head toward him, then pressing down. My face drew closer and closer to his cock.

“Open wide,” he said as he pressed me down. I opened my lips as his cock head made contact with my mouth, and the head began sliding in and across my tongue. I had a man’s cock in my mouth! Me, straight, married, father of three. I was sucking a black man in his car! Once he saw that I wasn’t resisting, he put the car in drive and we were off. He drove with his left hand, while his right hand rested on my head, running his fingers through my hair, holding my face down on his cock as I gave him head. After a couple of minutes, he added some pressure, wanting me to take more of his cock. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. He chuckled as he let me up a little. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you plenty of practice. You’ll be swallowing it whole in no time!”

A few minutes later, he let me sit up as we pulled into the parking garage of a high-rise condo building. “Home, sweet home,” he smiled as he pressed a button. The gate opened and we drove in. Troy parked in his space, then turned to look at me. Grabbing my chin with his hand, he pulled my face over to him and kissed me passionately right there in the car. “Damn, I love tasting myself on a white boy’s mouth,” he smiled breaking the kiss. “But now it’s time to go fuck that perfect ass.” I took a deep breath as he opened his door, then opened mine and began exiting his car. He came around the car to me, grabbed my hand, and held it as we walked toward the building’s lobby. His fingers were interlaced with mine, just like I’d held my wife’s hand so many times. It was a signal of possession and intimacy. It was a public statement to anyone that saw us, that I belonged to him.

We passed two people in the lobby as we moved toward the elevator. I blushed red, embarrassed to be seen publicly led around by a black man. Troy just confidently led me to the elevator. We stepped in, he pressed the button for the 6th floor, and the doors slid closed. Troy pulled me back against him, his chest pressing against my back, my ass pressing against his hard cock. “Baby, I’m gone treat you so good,” he said in my ear as he took my face and turned it back, capturing my lips with his own. Fuck this dude could kiss. I felt weak just from making out with him. His arm around my chest was holding me up as we kissed like that.

Arriving at his floor, the bell dinged and the doors opened as he broke the kiss. I turned to see two guys standing waiting on the elevator, both smirking. “Have fun, guys!” They said as we passed them exiting while they entered the elevator. I blushed again. Troy just laughed and slapped my ass, making a show of letting them know what was about to go down. They whooped and whistled as the doors closed, celebrating our upcoming sex. We walked to Troy’s apartment, but before he opened the door, he pressed me against it, kissing me out in the hallway. It was almost like he wanted us to get caught by as many people as possible, to show off to as many of his neighbors as he could that he had gotten this white man to surrender to him. He’d complemented my ass, obsessed over my ass, chased me, seduced me, and now I was here to give him what he wanted. Finally he pulled back, used his phone to open the digital lock, and led me into his apartment.

I looked around at his very nice condo as we walked through the living area and straight into the bedroom. Troy wasn’t wasting any time. Stopping in front of his bed, Troy spun me around, lifted my shirt up and over my head, so that now I was standing in only my shorts. He quickly removed his shirt as well, then pulled me into him as he kissed me again. Feeling his muscular chest pressed against my own heightened the arousal for me. Then he spun me back around, pressed on my back and slammed me face down on the bed. 

I felt Troy kneel behind me as he gripped the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. “Damn!” he yelled as my ass came into view. I may have tried pretending that I didn’t know what I was looking for when I went to the gay bar, but under my shorts I had been wearing the jock strap that had first caused Troy to notice my ass. “This is one fine white ass!” he exclaimed, slapping one of my ass cheeks. “Look at that thing wiggle,” he continued. “I love seeing that red hand print on your lily white ass. It tells the world that I’ve been there!”

I know I must have looked like quite the gay slut. Shirtless, bent over a black man’s bed, my shorts halfway down my legs, my ass exposed and framed by my jockstrap, and the black man kneeling behind me, ogling my white ass. I felt like I was in one of the porn videos I’d been watching. Troy broke through my assessment of the scene, however, as he grabbed a cheek in each hand, separated my ass, and dove face first into my hole!

HOLY SHIT! my brain was screaming. The only sound that came out was the horniest, sluttiest groan I’ve ever heard. I’d never had anyone touch my ass, at least not in a sexual way, much less have someone stick their tongue on my hole. But as Troy began rimming me, with passion no less, my cock stiffened, impossibly harder than I’d already been, and I began pushing my ass back against his face, wanting to feel that pleasure deeper and deeper. I had no idea that my ass could feel this good, or could make me feel so desperate to experience more! Troy worked me over with his mouth, adding one, then two fingers to loosen me up, until I was a moaning, slobbering mess, my legs naturally spreading out wider to give him better access. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me! Please!” I shouted, desperate to feel more, to feel it deeper.

Troy pulled back and stood up, pressing his hand on my back as he leaned over me, grabbing two bottles from a bedside table. He dropped one bottle, a small brown one, next to my head, then I heard him pop the top on the other bottle, then felt a cool liquid run down my crack into my hole. “Take the bottle, open it, and then put it under your nose and inhale. Close the other nostril,” he commanded as he lubed up his cock behind me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You mean you’ve never used poppers before?” he asked.

“No,” I said simply as I unscrewed the bottle cap. I’d seen bottoms using poppers in the videos I’d watched, so I matched what they did. I took a hit in each nostril. I began to feel a little lightheaded, and then a glorious warmth began growing in my abdomen, stretching down to my ass. 

“MMM,” I groaned as the poppers began to take effect. I felt the head of Troy’s dick, slick with lube, press against my hole, slightly separating the hole, beginning to open it up. He just held it there for a moment, letting me feel the exquisite pleasure of pressure against my hole. 

“Take another hit of the poppers,” he commanded behind me. I unscrewed the cap again, and inhaled in both nostrils again, feeling it wash over me. As I relaxed into the glow of the poppers, Troy pressed forward and into my ass, sinking about 4 inches in on the first push. 

“FUCK!” I shouted, my ass clamping down on his cock as he held it still for a moment. My ass was burning, trying to expel the invader. 

“Just relax,” he said soothingly.

“YOU FUCKING RELAX!” I shouted back angrily. “I feel like I’ve got a post stuck up my butt!”

“It will get better soon, just relax,” he said again, chuckling at my anger. I guess I didn’t have a right to be angry. I’d certainly allowed myself to be in this situation. Worse, I’d begged him just seconds ago to fuck me, and now here I was, getting what I’d asked for. 

But Troy was right. I was able to begin relaxing, and it did start to feel less painful, and more just like I was full. “Take another hit,” he commanded again. I did, and the warmth and pleasure returned. He took that opportunity to press forward again, and miraculously, the rest of his cock just slid in, surprising the both of us! “Damn, baby,” he said in my ear as he leaned over my back, holding his cock fully impaled in my hole, “This ass was made for black dick! You took me like a champ! Now it’s time to make you feel good!”

Troy leaned up on his arms, planted on either side of my shoulders. He was basically in a modified push-up position over me, his hands on the bed, he feet on the floor, and his cock up my ass. He began moving with imperceptible thrusts, but quickly built up so that he was withdrawing his cock to the head and then slowly pressing all the way back in. The pain was diminishing quickly, and the fullness was intensifying, along with the pleasure, as my no longer virgin ass began to accommodate his fucking. After another minute he was pounding my hole, the sound of his hips slapping my ass cheeks echoing around the room. I remembered how he loved my ass, and I was glad I had worked it to keep it round so that it would make such a great slapping sound when he pounded my hole. I wondered if fucking my ‘perfect ass’ had been all that Troy hoped it would be. I hoped I was a good bottom for him. The other distinct memory I have of that first time was feeling the sweat drip off of his chest onto my back. It was such an intimate and personal thing, like he was marking me as his own, his body dripping sweat down onto me, covering me in his scent.

I began to hear cooing and moaning sounds in the room, like a woman makes when she’s getting fucked. I realized with fascination that the sounds were coming from me! I sounded more and more like a bitch as Troy pounded me, bouncing off of my ass. Apart from an occasional, “Yeah!” or “Take it, baby,” Troy was a pretty quiet lover. He was concentrating on thrusting in me, and it was paying off. He kept hitting my prostate over and over, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm without even touching myself, just the combination of the pounding of my prostate and the friction of my cock against the bed. Soon, I couldn’t stop myself, and I coasted over the edge of my climax, dumping my load on the bed below me and shaking and quivering all over as Troy fucked me through it. He never let up, and it was the single most intense orgasm of my life.

After I came, he fucked me for another minute, then said, “I’m getting close, baby.” Hearing this, I was surprised that he pulled out, his dick exiting my ass with a plop. Troy then grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my back. “Scoot up the bed,” he commanded. I did, and he followed me, climbing up and over me. Taking my legs, he put them on his shoulders and pressed his cock back against my hole, pressing forward, pushing balls deep again. Then bending me in half, his face just above mine, he said, “I want to see your face when I breed you. I want you to know that a part of me will always be in you. I own this ass.” With those words, he resumed fucking. This new position felt strange, as my sore ass reminded me that this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to it. More importantly, the intensity of getting fucked was exponentially amplified by looking into the eyes of the man fucking me. In this position, I couldn’t close my eyes and pretend anything. I was looking into the face of the one who’d taken my cherry and was about to breed me. He was marking me as his own, and I couldn’t do anything but watch, and feel, it happen.

Troy sped up his thrusts, grunting as his fuck intensified, until with a roar he thrust fully in my ass and held still. I could feel his cock throb as his cum shot up the tube and blasted into my ass. I felt a wet warmth fill my hole as he creamed my ass. I had been fucked, and now I had taken his seed. I really was his bitch. 

The gravity of this change in my life was not lost on me. Just few months ago, I was a proudly straight man. Then, because a black man lusted after my ass in the locker room, a series of moments of curiousity had led me to this, giving up my ass in his bed. Of all the thoughts running through my mind, including guilt at cheating on my wife, the foremost thought was that I wanted this again, and I knew I couldn’t live my life without getting fucked. We coasted down from our pairing, Troy letting my legs slide down his arms, his dick softening and then slipping from my hole. I could feel his load leaking from my abused hole. Somehow, it eased the tenderness I was beginning to feel down there. Troy could see that I was contemplating this experience, and he leaned down, resting his weight more on me, as he kiss me again, this time softly, with tenderness. I appreciated his care.

He finally rolled off, and we lay side-by-side. I turned my head to look over at him, and he met my gaze. “So did my ass live up to your expectations?” I asked. I really wanted to know.

“Baby, that was better than I could have imagined!” he responded, smiling. I didn’t get the sense that he was buttering me up. I felt good because he wanted me, and I had made him happy. I felt like that made me a good bottom for him.

It only took Troy about 20 minutes recharge. We were still laying there, and I saw his cock begin to get hard again. “Baby, climb up here and ride me.” I moved to straddle him, facing him, but he turned me around. “I want to see that ass bounce while you ride me,” he said. I smiled as I spun around. Placing the head of his cock against my hole, I slid down, wincing because I was sore from the first time, but also glad to once again feel the fullness that his cock brought to my hole. 

All told, he fucked me four times that night. Finally exhausted, we both fell asleep in his bed. True to his word, he took me back to my car the next morning, after fucking me in the shower while I bent over, my hands pressed against the tile. I headed home, wondering what I would do now. Could I go back to my straight life, to my wife and kids? Could I be just a family man, make everything be the way it was before? Or could I have a wife and family with Troy being my black top on the side? I didn’t know what the future held, but I know my ass was sore, and I’d never experienced pleasure like a black dick balls deep in my white hole. 

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