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  • Human Butt Plug

    I am a professional sex therapist. You might call me a gigolo but I spread’ help wherever I go. I only asks for a minimum of $500 for an evening and more if any special services or overnight is involved.

    On occasion I have been whisked off to the Bahamas for a weekend. I never know exactly what will happen. I’m saving my money because this profession will end for me when I get into my forties. I’m only 32 now.

    I don’t look any special age. I could be from 20 to 40. I’m of southern Italian origin, slim, very smooth with a perfect hairline and slicked back thick hair ending in a short pony tail. Tattoos? Are you kidding.

    Nothing will mar my near perfect complexion and body skin. Do I do both men and women? Almost exclusively women: I love ’em, but on special occasions I will take on a couple and thereby some sex with the male if it is required. I don’t consider myself of any particular persuasion. I am turned on only by money, and I love my growing back account which will keep me warm when cold times come.

    I get about four gigs per week. Remember not all require a fuck and a cum. Sometimes I’m just an escort; sometimes a couple just want me to watch them, or the man wants to watch my technique. It’s almost always pleasant. I do love fucking and making body contact.

    This story is about a very exciting experience two clients gave me. I got a call in the afternoon (I had just awoke), it was a guy–very nice voice–who asked if I was free that evening. ‘It depends,’ I told him. (Actually I was free for some reason). With great hesitation he outlined the services he wanted. He told me that he has been living with this girl Marika for two years. Their sex life has fizzled because of his inability to get an erection and if he does, he can’t come. He confessed that he had once had gay sex. ‘I was corn holed, and I loved it. I can’t help thinking that if I was corn holed and I was fucking Marika at the same time, that would do the trick.’ I, of course knew the real story. ‘Are you gay?’ I asked. There was silence at the other end then a meek voice said: ‘I little bit.’ Yeah, I bet he’s one of those married men who gets it on in movie houses and peep booths. It’s OK with me, I don’t make value judgements. I explained that this is not my usual work but at double fee, I can accommodate. The deal was set for eight that night.

    I six I began my preparations. I try to be perfectly clean and groomed for my clients. I bush between my toes. She might want to suck ’em. I check my ears for any stray hairs. I take an enema. I use a very faint cologne and use skin softener all over. Finally I put all fresh clothes on. My brother calls them my fuck clothes. No underwear, kickoff loafers. Each to remove pants and a loose shirt.

    I checked my watch as I stood outside their apartment building.

    It was in a very expensive part of town and they had the pent house. I always arrive exactly on time. If I was late they might change their mind. The door was answered by Jeff. That was the guy I spoke to on the telephone. I was pleased to see that he was about forty but extremely well kept. Slim, handsome face. Really a model’s good looks. It makes it easier that he is appealing since we are probably going to be close.

    He looked very clean and smelled nice. He shook my hand in a friendly yet slightly intimate way. ‘You like?’ I asked. He put his arm on my shoulder, ‘I like. Come meet Merika.’

    Merika very Japanese; very beautiful, a little short of leg but who can complain. She seemed shy, kept her eyes downward. I took her hand and said, ‘Don’t be shy, I’m here to have fun.’ ‘She’s not shy,’

    Jeff said, ‘That’s just Japanese respect. ‘You’ll see she is quite into sex.’

    I took a drink of water that was offered. I don’t use liquor while I’m working. They each finished the Martinis they had started before I came. ‘Would you like me to undress?, I asked. If I make the first move, that usually breaks the ice. ‘Yes,’ they both said. Jeff seemed the more enthusiastic.

    I kicked off the loafers, unbuckled the pants, slipped them off.

    I stood with my legs bare to just above the knees…not too revealed.

    ‘Shall I remove my shirt?’ They both nodded. I did and was completely nude, my cock still relaxed and hanging five inches along my ball sack and nestled into the hollow made by my low hangers. I heard them gasp and they both looked red of face. I wasted no more time. I sat on the couch and patted the cushion. ‘Come here,’ I said in a polite but commanding voice. They both started to come over. I smiled, ‘Marika first.’

    She half sat, half lay on the couch. She was a passion flower, already her eyes were blinking and she had a flush over her chest. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she was naked underneath. She was ready for fun I knew. I bent a gently squeezed each of her honey-colored breasts. I noted they were real and a decent size with maroon colored nips which were beginning to stand out. I took one in my mouth and gently licked it, then I even more gently sucked it. I motioned for Jeff who had removed his clothes by this time. ‘There’s one for each.’

    ‘She loves getting her tits sucked,’ he said somewhat

    inelegantly. I pointed to the other breast. Indicating he should get with it. He leaned down and put his attractive puffy lips over the nub.

    He liked doing it. He closed his eyes and hummed as he made baby love to it. I went back to mine. She was moaning loudly and moving around on the couch. Suddenly she stiffened and yelped. I guess that was love peak number one. As she relaxed a moment, it gave a time to look over Jeff. He was fairer of skin than me, almost milky white but with attractive, strong and very hairy legs. He had a handsome ass. ‘I can do it,’ I thought. He looked and smelled exquisitely clean. Thank goodness.

    I kidded her and moved down to the doll’s valley. She had shaped her pussy hair into a pretty heart. I leaned in a smelled. There was no smell. In fact I didn’t smell anything until she had become passionate,.

    later, and leaked. Even then it was pleasant, like new mowed hay.

    I put out of tongue and licked her nether lips. She began mewling again.

    While I did this, Jeff began to stroke my back. ‘It it OK?’ he asked like an eager kid. ‘Sure, enjoy yourself. It’s your money.’ But secretly his reverential stroking was getting to me. He was falling in love, at least for the moment, with my body. As I worked away at Marika, he began kidding my back and stroking my butt. I was getting a real boner and wished I could jump her now but that was not the deal.

    I turned to him. ‘How’s little Jeff doing?’ He lifted up on his knees and gestured at his cock. It was definitely plumped up but by no means and instrument that could do the job. He shrugged. ‘If you could touch me or suck me….’ ‘Uh Uh, no do Jeff. But if you’d like to take over the clit work and show your ass, I might get the cure started.’

    He leaned down and using a combination of finger and lips he began to go into the routine he had learned does the best job. And presto, she came again, this time she was frothing at the mouth. I greased up my finger and stroked his ass hole which was very much in evidence because of his position. It wasn’t a body hole as holes go. It was dainty and pink and had no hair. Of course there was some light hair in the crack between his cheeks but that was just manly. He lifted his head at the touch of my finger and he gasped. ‘Yeah,’ he said approvingly. I inserted the finger and felt inside for that magic bump.

    I found it. His ass was waggling now and he was moaning almost as much as Mariika. ‘Shall Red Rover come over?’ I asked. ‘Yes, yes, do it,’

    he gasped and groaned. I sat up on my haunches and set my cock head at his opening. He pushed back, I knew he would. I let him do it. Six small pushes (I helped a little) and I was in the hilt. I’m long of cock but it isn’t too fat so this was an easy entry. I moved in and out slowly. I reached around in front and rudely felt his cock. He was fully hard and dripping pre-cum. He probably didn’t even realize it.

    ‘Time to fuck your girl,’ I whispered in his ear. ‘OK,’ he grunted, ‘But keep fucking me.’

    I did and he did and Marika passed out for a moment. Jeff came with a roar. When he finally pulled out he collapsed on the sofa. Cum was leaking out of her pussy. ‘Money’s in the cigarette box, thanks, it was all I hoped for,’ and he fell asleep.

    I got dressed and left. I’m not sure I want this kind of

    assignment again. I might get to like asses too much.

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  • Greek Boy in Steam Room

    You’ll want to know about me. I’m 19, lounging around this summer, trying to get into the college of my choice. I have a lot going for me, I’m a standout footballer at my prep school and have a 4.80 average. I wrote for the school newspaper and was senior class president. I’m 6’1′ 165 pounds of blonde male pulchritude. I have an athlete’s build and a jock face.

    What’s a jock face: square, stern, but breaks into a sunny smile, natural eyebrows, close cropped hair and big blue eyes. Do I get layed? Yeah, almost anytime I want. All the girls in school want to be with the most popular kid on campus. Do I like fucking? Yes and no. I always get off, the girls almost always gets off, but…’

    That ‘but’ is the bane of my young life. I like girls, I get an instant erection if I even see a breast, but….that ‘but’ again. I have something deep inside of me that hankers for a tender experience with a male. It is not likely to happen because I am so straight, butch, and rough acting.

    Every traditional sign of straightness I have in abundance. Therefore, no kid who would like to initiate me, or would even dare approach me. Being an athlete, I see lots of great looking guys. I shower with them, see their cocks, and we pat each other on the rump…jock style.

    It looks as if I will go to college, start my career, marry and never tap into that longing. Yeah, that’s the way it looked until that day at my Dad’s golf club. This is a super deluxe club with a full service heath club. The members are old guys like my Dad. I have to tell you that old straight guys do ogle me and smile, then they ask stupid questions about my sex life. ‘You getting’ any kid?’ ‘Yeah,’ I tell them, ‘I have to fight them off with a stick.’

    Today I saw a young guy, I guess about my age. His looks made my dick feel like there was some tiny guy inside my pants who was pulling at it. He had the kind of face and body that I dream of when I wank. He had thick, dark curly hair tumbling over his ears and forehead. I took him to be about 5’7′, very lithe of build and slightly tan. His body was like that of a gymnast. He possessed a Greek statue’s face. Yes, the curly hair, the perfect bold nose, the slight sneer from his curly lips. I saw a statue called ‘Young Greek Athlete’ in the museum. He could have been the model.

    I first saw him as we were both shaving. We stood in front of the mirrors.

    He was naked, a towel over one shoulder. I could see his penis, darker than his skin color and his dark purple balls. I had a towel decorously tied at my waist, already slightly bulging from being near him. His face was so smooth, I wondered why he had to shave, then I realized he was applying some type of lotion. It was thick and left his pink lips exposed.

    The effect was startling, especially when he smiled at my reflection in the mirror.

    I was scratching away at my heavy beard, unusual for blondes, but there you are. He finished his lotioning, wiped it off and walked gracefully out of the room.

    After my shave I decided to visit the steam room. I usually stay only a few minutes as the fat shapes and stupid conversation about stock and bonds bored me. Also I felt they were staring at me too boldly. I opened the door. The steam was just beginning. I could easily make out the figure of my Greek boy in the corner. I settled myself down far enough away not to impinge on his space, but still affording a good view of him. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. His towel was folded and lay across his lap, effectively hiding his equipment, but showed off his smooth pecs and muscled belly.

    Neither of us spoke. Then Greek boy opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled broadly. He parted his lips and spoke in a smooth, lilting voice with a slight accent. Christ, he actually was Greek. ‘Do you fool around?’

    How to answer that. I tried. ‘You mean am I a player with girls?’

    ‘No, I see you have gay tendencies, I just wonder if you follow them out.’

    ‘What makes you say that? I never did anything gay, and I don’t think there is anything about me that would lead you to say that.’

    ‘This is one subject I am never wrong about. You took the gay location so you could see me. There are several other spots here you could have chosen. You modeled me by taking off your towel–incidentally, nice package you have–to expose yourself and then sat down and put your towel across your lap, like mine.’

    ‘Again I ask, do you fool around?’

    I loved this kid. He was so cute and so direct. This just might be the experience I was looking for. ‘I never have.’

    ‘Are you interested?’

    ‘Here and now?’

    ‘Exactly.’

    He took his towel away. His penis that looked pretty generous when he was in the bathroom, now seemed really big. It rose from his lap, and the foreskin was slightly retracted exposing a cherry red head. I audibly gulped. He motioned me to remove my towel. I did so and was surprised to see that I had a hard erection. Then he motioned for me to come over to him.

    I shook my head, no. He laughed. ‘What’s your name. Mine is George. It seems most Green boys are named George, no?’

    ‘I’m Darrin.’ I got up and crossed the small space between us. It’s seemed okay to shake hands. His hand clasped mine strongly and pulled it down so that the side of my hand was touching his penis.’

    ‘Hello Darrin. I have a strong attraction to you. You have a compelling, fresh, American athlete look. I like your muscles and your model’s face.

    Just looking at you makes my desire boil and I think you have a strong desire to be intimate with me. You are breathing hard and your cock is jumping in passion. Why do you fight so hard?’

    ‘Someone might come in.’

    ‘I can fix that. My father is the owner of this club. I will put the sign that says ‘Temporarily Closed’ then lock the door from the inside.’

    That seemed a big commitment and I knew if I said to do it, that it was the same as agreeing to the homosexual stuff. He put his hand on my shoulder.

    ‘This is the last time I will ask you. If you do not agree, I will leave this room.’

    He stared into my eyes, his face very close. I said in almost a whisper, ‘Yes.’

    He laughed and got up, crossed the room and out the door. I could see the shadow of the sign on the frosted door and he reentered and locked it. I noticed that he was still hard and he had gone out with no effort to cover himself. What a wanton kid. He came back and put both hands on my shoulders. He stared into my face. His eyes were pale gray. Almost as if he read my mind he said, ‘You have the bluest eyes, they go right to my dick.’ He leaned forward and placed his perfect lips against mine. The kiss was very gentle. It was like an invitation and he kept them pressed on mine, waiting. I began to press back and slightly opened my mouth. We stayed like that, breathing each other’s mouth. His breath was sweet and olivey, if you can imagine that. Suddenly I felt his tongue touch my lips, I went into a dizzy spin and relaxed my lips and met his tongue, pushing and probing his mouth. Finally we parted. My knees were shaking and I was gasping for air.

    ‘Now boy, sink to your knees, kiss my cock. It wants your hot mouth and you want it too, so bad that you can hardly think straight.’

    He pressed gently on my fuzzy, crew cut head and I sunk down, staring at his pulsing cock. I leaned toward it. I was immediately assailed with a spicy odor that blocked my senses. I put out my tongue and swiped it across the damp red head and piss slit. He grunted in pleasure. ‘Good boy.

    You’re making me feel very good and you want me to feel good, I know.’

    I felt myself going down from a thinking person to a reactive sex machine.

    I was pleased, as though he had petted me like a dog. I took the head into my lips. It felt wonderful. I licked it over and over again. George was stroking my head in approval. ‘Go deeper Darrin, don’t fight it. You want to have it all in your hot mouth to suck and lick me until I make you a present of my sweet cum.’ He massaged my shoulders and stroked my cheek lovingly, breathing with a panting sound.

    I felt my mouth filling with the saliva of lust and I moved to get his still pole deeper into my mouth. ‘Yes, yes,’ he was crooning with passion.

    ‘I love to get sucked, but it is even better with a beautiful boy like you, especially when he is a virgin to boy sex. Can you go deeper so that I am right down your throat?’

    I would do anything he asked. I was his to command. I breathed heavily through my nose and opened my throat and he slipped down. I swallowed rapidly in nervous alarm. ‘Oh Darrin, my lovely boy, you have done I it.

    It feels beautiful. I am just a minute from launching a volley of cum. I know you want to taste it.’

    Suddenly I stopped. He looked at me in surprise. ‘Is something wrong?’

    ‘No I loved sucking you, but suddenly I don’t want to have this one sided.

    Can you suck me, just a little?’

    He sighed, half annoyed and half sympathetically. ‘I know, your big American jock cock is hurting. It wants to feel so good that it will discharge your load. Okay, I will solve your problem. Here, layout on the tile bench.’ George arranged himself so that he could take my cock in his mouth and I could continue sucking him. I saw this in a movie, but it was with a boy and a girl.

    As soon as his mouth swallowed my cock in one motion I cried out in shock and pleasure. He sucked me vigorously. My head was spinning. Suddenly he spanked he hard on one butte cheek. ‘Hey shit head, don’t hang there, put my cock deep in your throat. I want to get back to where we were. I want to spew, I’m so stiff and so full of cum.’

    I resumed my sucking. His work on my cock was exquisite. I had to stop my sucking to get my breath back each time he deep throated me. I was moaning around his shaft. I think he liked that as he patted my head gratefully.

    We seemed to forget about ourselves as we struggled to get the other to shoot. Finally I felt George’s cock stiffen and his knees began to thrust.

    He froze and delivered great quantities of salty Greek cum into my gullet.

    I kept swallowing and then I was overcome with my own orgasm that shook my body and thrust me onto a new plane of consciousness. I was shouting my cum chant as I trembled and undulated against his sucking mouth. Finally I stopped shooting and panted trying to catch my breath.

    George was now sitting up, a big smile on his beautiful mouth. ‘You liked that didn’t you? Now you’re as queer as I am. I hope you will stop pretending that boy sex isn’t your life. I bet you never got so hot with a girl or ever came with that force and pleasure.’

    I had to admit that he was right. ‘George, can we get together again soon?’

    ‘Well there is a lot to teach you. Your ass is so fine, I would like to fuck you, but I think you will have to learn this from some one else. I never have sex twice with the same boy. I know it sounds strange, but that it the way I am. I couldn’t even get hard with you if I tried.’

    He patted me on the head and scratched my ears. ‘Good doggie, I have to go. Have a good life.’

    He unlocked the door and left. I was shocked and perplexed. At this moment I had fallen in love with him and his beauty. Here I was alone.

    Would I ever find someone as hot and loving as him. I felt a sob escape my throat and some tears fell on my naked body.

    Just then the door opened and two older guys came in. I fixed my towel into a more modest position. ‘Hi kid, your look beat. Too much steam I think. You better take a cold shower.’

    They were right. I never saw George again around the club and once I asked the owner where his son was and he told me that he had no son, only daughters.

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  • Farm Boy

    Name’s Swifty. At least that is what they call me at the brokerage house.

    I make fast sales and at 25 hold the record this year and I get paid accordingly. That’s why I can indulge myself with this bright red Corvette that I am tooling down the Route 17 in Rural New York state.

    You think that rural and me and my coupe don’t belong in the same sentence.

    Probably not, but I was up in the Finger Lake area looking at a small country home. Now that I had some six-figure income to spend I needed to get away occasionally from the noise and pace of New York City. The reason I was on the old Route 17 was to give my new Corvette a change to show its stuff on the windy road.

    Okay, you got the picture and the credits have stopped rolling. As I rounded a curve at about seventy I saw a figure ahead. This ‘thumber’ was smart to station himself at the end of the curve so drivers could see him for about 500 yards in advance. As I neared and was about a 100 yards away I felt a tingle and warmth in my ‘fundamentals’. This figure quickly came into focus as a young lad, a helmet of straw blond hair falling over his eyes, a big white toothy smile and one tan naked shoulder, exposed from a dropped Bibb overall strap, gleaming in the July sun.

    I never pick up hitchhikers, but this was the innocent country and the kid looked hot in both senses of the word, and besides my little head was shouting at me to stop. I pulled up smoothly (What a car!), reached over and opened the passenger door. ‘Where you heading?’

    ‘Jus’ down ’bout ten miles to Pikesville Center.’ He spoke with that sexy hoarse teenage voice we all love so.

    I motioned for him to get in. He was taller than he seemed on the open road, maybe six feet. I judged him to be about 16 or so, his face still baby smooth and unlined. He filled the small space with the smell of a clean but sweaty teenager. They should bottle that for shave lotion. I know I’d spay it all over myself. His one bare shoulder was glossy and tan, as he entered I could see his smooth tight waist as the overall gapped.

    This was a fox of foxes and coupled with his accent a walking manual of many jerk off sessions to follow.

    A moment after he entered the car he pivoted around and examined the interior. ‘Not much space in here. Ya caint carry much stuff. Smells different than our truck.’

    All I could do was smile stupidly. I found out his name was Dexter. I introduced myself and he grasped my hand in his big (does that really mean something?) warm slightly rough hand and shook enthusiastically, jiggling my whole body and causing my pants puppet to rub against my blue jean shorts.

    ‘Glad to know you Dexter.’ I took a real chance and rushed things because this was to be a very short acquaintanceship. ‘You sure are a handsome guy.’ Uh, oh, he fell silent and color rushed over his face in waves. I figured he’d ask me to stop or worse bop me. But instead he purred a reply.

    ‘Mum tol’ me that. My two brothers, Jeb and Tony are even more comely.

    If’n they were show animals at the fair, they’d win for shure.’ He now looked at me with a happy look on his face, making me weak. ‘Yur mighty pretty herself. Nice shiny dark hair and that nice moustache and billygoat whiskers on yer chin. Makes me wish I could get you at milking time.’

    I had no idea what he was talking about but I would learn soon. He was now wound up, my compliment changing him from quiet to chatty. I learned all about the family. Mom had died five years ago, Daddy ran off with a young girl from the next farm and the girl’s father was still looking for him.

    ‘He was also a fine looking man,’ Dexter confided. ‘Loved milkin’.’ There was that milking reference again.

    Tony was the eldest and raised the two younger boys and they all ran the dairy farm. Tony was 20, Jeb 18 and Dester was indeed 16. ‘Mum liked to foal ever’ two years, seems.’

    I quickly caught on that Dexter, as gorgeous as he was, was one teet short on the utter. A certain blankness in his fabulous blue eyes tipped me off. His innocence invited boldness as he looked trustingly at the world, happy and dripping sixteen-year-old hormones.

    We had only gone less than half the ten miles. I never drove so slow. I wanted to make this last.

    I suddenly realized that he was staring at my shorts, at the pushed up crotch from my 3/4 erection. Also little Swifty was bent in half. ‘Looks like yur ‘proaching milkin’ time. Should I do my chore?’

    ‘God yes,’ I croaked, now beginning to understand the milking reference.

    I turned off into a small treed country road, and sat waiting. He unzipped my shorts, reached a practiced hand inside and gently unwound my dick and drew it up out of the fly. He held it softly for awhile and told me that he was the best milker in the country, according to his brothers. Around six o’clock each of them needed ‘milking’ most days and he did it. This routine started about four years earlier, just after daddy absconded with his underage squeeze.

    As he began an almost imperceptible stroke he mused that I didn’t have a rag liken he used to catch the milk from his bothers. I shakily grabbed some tissues from the box on the sunvisor and handed it to him. He opined that it wasn’t exactly right but might do when I spew.

    He continued this super light touch, driving me nuts. I kept lifting up trying to get his touch going, but he had his method and wouldn’t me rushed or corrected. ‘Yu get a good milin’ with lotsa milk ifn you relax and let the milkman take charge.’

    In a few minutes I was almost gibbering, my forehead wet with sweat, my eyes rolling around in delicious agony. He began crooning to me as one calming a cow. ‘That’sa boy, git with it, feel the feeling comin’ on.

    Don’t fight the feelin’ live it.’

    Even thought I was orbiting in outer space I still noticed that Dexter was also in a strong passion. He had his metal buttons agape and his long cock sticking out. I reached down to grab a feel but he pushed my hand away.

    ‘Now it’s yur turn. Maybe I’ll milk myself after.’

    He imperceptibly increased his pressure and the speed of the stroke. This new technique had me moaning like a two dollar whore. He laughed in glee.

    He liked that. I guess it told him he was doing good. As for me, I didn’t know how long I could stand it. I wish he was up for sucking my cock. I need a good hard come, but I was afraid to stop the fabulous feelings I was experiencing. Suddenly he put his hand up near my mouth and stuck his index finger against my lips. ‘Take my finger inside and suck on it. That always works for Jeb, gives him a big milk delivery. Tony likes other things like my wet finger in his back hole.’

    I sucked in that finger as though I could get honey from it. He seemed pleased as patted my cheek in a brotherly way at the same time jerking faster and harder, now making long strokes from root to head, paying new attention to sliding my foreskin over the head and wanking there a bit. I was ready to blackout because that was my own special way. This slow witted farm boy was enslaving me to his expert and loving hands. Every cell of my brain was concentrating on his activity. I had fallen in lust with that hand, wishing I could take it home and keep it in my bedside table for wanking duty nightly.

    ‘Okay, Swifty boy, you can now spill yur milk, Dexter tells you to do it now.’

    Oh fuck, I was entering that great but scary moment when all of my life was suspended. I was rigid, breathing shallowly. Suddenly the center of my body sucked in then a dribble came out of the piss slit followed by a long spurt, then a second and a third, finally ending in many dribbling spurts.

    I was mewing in passion, Dexter was laughing outloud at the evidence of his handwork. ‘Good, good Swifty, yer doing good. Yu have more milk to give than my brothers.’

    He wiped it all up. The car smelled of sex. I lay back panting as Dexter patted my cheek with the same affection he must use on the family hound.

    When I was almost back to myself I remembered my manners. ‘Dexter, thanks.

    That was great, wonderful. You are very talented.’ I looked down and his farm boy organ was pulsing in agony. This was a cock that would win the Blue Ribbon, not for size but for beauty, very tubular and unmarked by veins or coloration, just one pale tan beauty. I gestured toward it and moved my hands in the universal wank motion. He shook his head.

    ‘If you don’t mind, I’d like to do it myself. May I borry yur paper napkins?’

    ‘Sure, help yourself. Can I watch?’

    He was already started and he grunted out, ‘Yep I like when someone looks.’

    Dexter was very serious about wanking. He pursed his puffy pink lips and frown mightily. He held his breath as he forgot to breath, then let it all out in a loud poof. It was an adorable process to watch. I longed to swoop down and kiss him. One hand, rough from farm work, snuck onto his lightly muscled chest and softly flicked a nipple. He was fast leaving me as he entered his own private realm. His eyes alternately closed then opened wide as a new shook hit his nervous system. Now he seemed to have a permanent moue as if saying ooh. His breathing rasped and his chest filled with air. I saw the beginning of a thrusting motion of his hips. His mouth now opened for more air. Suddenly he called out, ‘I’m goin’ shoot milk soon. When you see it, can you kiss me? Tony my older brother and I like it when we are cumming and spurting. Can you please? I’m jes about to spill over.’

    I leaned in. Dexter made a kissing mouth shape. I pressed my lips to his.

    His lips were burning hot and dry. I licked them and my tongue met his slippery red cat’s tongue. He tasted sweet, a little like coconut. Just as our tongues met he lurched his hips upward and sent strangled cries into my mouth. I was hard again. I looked down. Dexter was not a spurter but rather a spiller. His cock brimmed over and heavy creams ran out into his blond public hair, the area on the base of his cock formed a hollow that filled with the grade ‘A’ stuff. He was almost in a faint from his organism. He closed his eyes and I think he fell asleep for a few minutes, at least I heard gentle snores. I held him lovingly. Finally he woke up smiling and full of his former energy. ‘Say Swifty. Let’s turn around and go back five miles to our farm. I’d like you to stay over tonight to thank you for lettin’ me milk you and keepin’ me company when I did.

    And…and….the kiss.’ He said the last shyly. I couldn’t help it. I gave him six short kisses and he said ‘hmmmm’ each time.

    I drove up the bumpy back road to the really poor farm. The house needed paint and the serves of a good carpenter. The barn, however, was in good shape. He ran ahead and showed me the barn. There were no cows in it. It was still daytime and they were in the field. ‘I’ll bring ’em in ’bout two hours from now. I have to do it all ’cause Jeb and Tony are in town getting feed and food. Ifn you want, we could go in and wash up and do whatever pleases you.’

    The boys had rigged up a makeshift shower at the end of the one large room.

    There were three identical beds. Dexter pointed to the middle one.

    ‘That’uns mine so I can reach both Tony and Jeb at night.’ He let out an unaccustomed giggle that I thought was charming and showed that he was still a kid.

    We got naked. He was not shy one bit. He had a great build. Narrow waist and hips, long cock and hanging large balls. His ass was framable. He was practically hairless on his arms and legs but his pits and pubes were unusually bushy. It was a sexy contrast to his smooth body. I wished at that moment that I could push my nose into the eighteen year old public hair. It must smell heavenly. When I was naked he appraised me like the judge at the horse show. ‘You set up real nice.’ He passed his hand over my fuzzy rump and peered between the halves of my ass and made a doctor sound of more humms. ‘Hairy around the hole. Me and my brothers have no hair there but I like it. Does it catch a lot shit?’ I assured him that I keep it clean. Then he knelt down. I thought for a minute he was going in for a blow job but it was my legs. He stroked them. ‘Pretty black hair all over from toes to cockle,’ he said with pleasure of discovery. I was beginning to firm up. He noticed. ‘Want a milkin’ agin’? You sure firm up easily and often, like me.’

    I told him that first I’d like to wash off. Then we will see. I was salivating for another mind blowing cum from his hands but I tried to play it cool. After all he was nine years younger and I didn’t want to be a perv, which I was.

    After the cool shower we dried off and he said we should rest. ‘I’m getting’ real sleepy, he said and without a pause he flopped down on the cot. ‘Yu can lie here next to me, it’ll help me sleep.’ But he hardly finished the sentence before his eyes closed and he let out a sign and then turned into a soft snore. I lay down next to him and drew his head onto my chest. He hummed in satisfaction and burrowed into my pecs, his mouth perilously close to my tits.

    I was hard but I still fell asleep. I woke up a long time later. My Concord Mariner said four o’clock. Must have been two hours sleep. I heard chuckling at the foot of the bed and there stood two stalwart lads.

    I waved back. My cock was fully hard and Dexter’s hand was lying against it though he was asleep.

    The younger of the two resembled Dexter except his hair was dark. He was an altogether beautiful kid. Tony was blond like Dexter but he was much taller and very muscular. His mouth was wide while Dexter’s and Jeb’s were small feminine, and curly lipped. These three boys could grace the cover of any men’s mag, gay mag, muscle mag or print ad.

    The younger kid spoke first. ‘I’m Jeb. I guess you had milkin’ duty from young Dex. He’s the best, ceptin’ for me,’ and he reached out and cuffed Tony on his budging arm muscle.

    Tony spoke seriously to me. ‘Dex is still out. He can really sleep. I want to warm you that you can have fun with us and milin’ with Dex but nothing more. Dex is not too bright, but he is the best boy in the whole world.’

    I told him that I know that already. ‘I would never do anything to harm him. His character is pure and just asks for protection.’

    ‘Right,’ they both said. Then Tony continued. ‘You’re a stranger and it’s easier to talk to you. Jeb and I do a lot of messing around when Dex isn’t around. We like to suck each other and…’

    Jeb cut in. ‘My dear brother Tony, tough as he looks likes to get fucked.

    Not me, I’ll a fucker and a sucker.’

    Dex began to stir. He looked up and saw his brothers. ‘Hiya bros.

    Welcome back. Ooh, I see the light is changing. I gotta get the cows in the barn and do some milkin’.’ Then he laughed and punched me in the arm.

    This was apparently a family trait. ‘Don’t mean man milkin’.’ Then he doubled up in childish laughing. The brothers hugged him and told him to get dressed so he doesn’t scare the neighbors or get his cockle caught in the barn door.

    They all trooped down to coral after Dexter slipped on his overalls. They all shooed the cows into the barn and each one in their stalls. They owned six. I don’t know about cows but to my city eyes they looked very healthy and were beautifully marked. The three got busy cleaning the teets then in short order they milked each cow and carried the full pails into a refrigerated storage shed. ‘They go to the dairy early tomorrow,’ Tony said. ‘Now lets eat some of the food I brought.

    The food was hamburgers. I found out that they can only afford meat once a week so I held back and only ate one. The boys each had three. We each had two beers and Tony handed out cigars. We lit up and relaxed on the little porch and felt like millionaires. They asked me about my work.

    They listened politely but I don’t think they understood it and surely didn’t think it was real work.

    It was getting toward nine o’clock. Jeb explained that they are usually ready for bed around that time. ‘And for a nightly milkin’,’ offered Dexter.

    We all trooped upstairs. Jeb and Tony pushed the three beds together.

    ‘Now there’s room for four. An’ there’s have a lot of milkin’ to do.’

    We stripped. I got the same appraisal as I received from Dexter. Tony grumbled that I needed more muscle. ‘But the skin is nice and soft and the hair at the center of your chest is a real fine thing.’

    I ended up stretched out with Dexter on my left, Tony on my right and Jeb next to Tony. No one did anything. We just lay there. I think the boys were a little shy because of me. I decided that I’d have to do something to get it started. I reached own and softly took hold of Dexter’s dick.

    He sighed in pleasant surprise. His brothers usually received but did not stimulate him. My other hand I placed on Tony’s chest and stroked his pert nipples. He hummed in pleasure. Then I felt Jeb, who claimed to be the best milker rub my belly lightly, exciting the treasure trail and then sliding down to take hold of my dick. His technique was much different than Dexter’s. He was more insistent and very quickly had me breathing out loud. ‘Nice,’ He said, ‘I like it when my guy appreciates my talent.’ He stroked the head of my oozing slit with his thumb, back and forth, nearly giving me a heart attack of sensation. Meanwhile Tony turned his back to Dexter. That was a signal for Dexter to wet his finger and slide it into Tony’s waiting hole. The boy now was the boss of the older one.

    Tony thrust back to get more stimulation and Dexter laughed with exitement.

    ‘Yu really like that big brother. Shake that ass back and get shagged with my finger. Oh yes, I feel that button inside.’ Tony was howling with excitement as he hot button was stimulated over and over.

    I began stroking his cock to give him double stimulation and in a few moments he called out loudly that he was really to give milk.

    Jeb said, ‘City boy’s balls are rising up the shaft of his dick. He’s almost ready too.’

    Dexter was working Jeb’s shaft with his usual expertise and Jeb was huffing and puffing while he brought me to the peak. ‘Jeb is really to spill it,’

    called out happy Dexter. In a moment Jeb spew great ropes of cum on Tony’s chest. It was joined by Tony’s larger load of heavy cum. He thrashed and moaned like a crazy man as his orgasm hit him. Then me, Jeb ignored himself and rapidly shagged me until I shouted out my cum.

    We all relaxed until I said, ‘Pretty Dexter is laying there, stiff and hurting. Don’t you guys want to help him.’

    Jeb said, ‘He like to do it himself, while we watch. That’s the way it’s always been.’

    I clucked with impatience. ‘Well it’s going to change right now.’ I leaned down to Dexter’s crotch. It smelt heavenly. I took his cock in my hand and brought my lips to the tip. I looked up. His eyes were tightly shut, but he asked in a a small voice, ‘Jeb, Tony, is it okay ifn I yield to this. It sure feels good. It must be right.’

    They both okayed the new activity and I got to work. Dexter really liked it, he messed my hair and tickled my ears to show appreciation, he sang and moaned and jumped and gasped. His chest was pink with blushing excitement and his face was dripping with sex sweat.

    Tony looked down on him lovingly. ‘Okay little brother. It’s your turn to have your head blown off with excitement.’ Tony rubbed his pink soft nips and Jeb kissed his lips and licked tongues. I think that Dexter was close to passing out with hyperventilation when he stiffened and cried out ‘Milk, milk is comin” He body locked, then began pulsating up and down. He delivered a pail of cream into my waiting mouth. It was delicious.’

    Finally we all sank back. Suddenly we heard snoring. Dexter fell asleep like he apparently does when he cums. Tony leaned down and smoothed the boy’s hair and Jeb kissed him once on the lips.

    A watched this lovely brotherly action for a moment and then slipped into a heavy sleep. It was light when I woke up. I was alone. I figured they were milking and putting the cows out to pasture. I stretched and yawned.

    Back to sleep again. Until Dexter woke me by tickling my left pit (the most ticklish one.) ‘Wake up city boy, eggs and ham hocks waitin”.

    I said goodbye to all of them and told them about my possible house purchase. They knew that area and said they’d all pile in the old truck and come up and give a hand moving in.’

    I made three friends and three sex buddies that visit. Before I left I slipped a hundred bucks on the night table and jotted a note that it wasn’t for the sex and wasn’t for the food but a construction loan and I hoped they would buy paint with it and that my favorite color was white, like milk.

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  • Farm Boy at College

    Robert Nelson arrived a day early at Ole Miss. Tomorrow was frosh orientation, but he had the extra time to stow his stuff and check out the campus. The whole place had a southern feeling. Robert, from New York City, felt a little out of place. Confederate flags adorned the frat houses and even hung in the chapel. He knew each time he opened his mouth that the listener thought ‘yankee’.

    Robert was a compact kid, his waspy features would fit Yale or Harvard, as well as his clothes. He noticed that the kids here worn blue jeans, even overalls. Now this was not an agricultural college and had the usual course offerings, yet the atmosphere was very rural.

    His roommate hadn’t arrived by twelve noon. He knows the boy’s name was JP Watson. He was from the state, but way out in the rural area. Robert sat on his footlocker and setup his laptop. He was piggybacking on someone else’s wireless connection. Good, he thought, that’ll save me some money.

    He idly checked out a porno site. He was pretty inexperienced, two so-so fucks and one blowjob, but years of checking out these sites almost made him feel that he knew it all and had lived through some of the movies there. He was getting a hard on. Nice, he thought. I can use a good cum to relax me. Robert managed to get in two or more wanks a day. It is for his health he lied to himself.

    He zipped down the fly of his new chino pants, reached into the baffle at the fly of his briefs and extracted his long pink cock, uncomfortably bent over. The head was still dry, but as he lightly passed his cupped hand over the shaft, a little moisture formed on the tip. He was surprised to hear himself breathing a little deeply. I must be horny he thought. This was a good idea. He began to move a little more rapidly. He closed his eyes, but suddenly they snapped open as the door burst open and a figure in overalls almost fell into the room, dropping two canvas bags on the floor.

    ‘Howdy, names JP. Don’t stand for anythin’. Folks chalked it in cause they dint think of anythin’. You kin make up whatcha like. At school they called me jerkin’ pete, or jackoff pussy. Not too nice, but they mean no harm. Say did I interrupt yur milkin’ session. I can go, or if’n you wish, I can help you out. Do it all the time fer my buddies.’

    During this long speech Robert got, with difficulty, his cock back in his pants. His face was red, but he glanced at the newcomer. JP was cute.

    Robert decided it you look up cute in the dictionary, you’d find his picture there. He had hay colored hair, untidy and falling over his long shaped light blue eyes. His button nose and humorous mouth with full deep pink lips, completed the picture. The kid was shorter than Robert’s six feet, probably by four or more inches. His body was strong looking and the arms and shoulders revealed by the overalls were tanned, hairless and well muscled. JP crossed the room, smiling engagingly and held out his large hand. ‘I’m mighty pleased to meet yu, I never slept with another guy ‘fore. Hope I’m quiet when I sleep, cause yer bed is so close to mine.’

    Robert felt two strange feelings as the warm clasping hand encircled his, one was of superiority over this hick and the other a troubling feeling of sexual energy passing into him. His wanking erection hadn’t subsided and seemed even more pulsating and insistent. He knew he’d have to get away alone quickly and finish the job.

    Robert sank back to sit back on the footlocker and watched JP bustling around the room, stopping occasionally to smile broadly and engagingly at him. JP was not the neatest unpacker. He dumped the two duffels on the bed. From what Robert could see, they contained three more overalls, two pair of heavy shoes, some loose toilet articles a heavy worn Bible and magazines with, Robert could see even across the room with busty ladies on the cover. There seemed to be no underwear, socks or dressier clothes. He waved the magazines at Robert, ‘Picked these up from what they call a convenience store. Never seen anythin’ like these. Naked ladies and men with stiff things. It makes me hot as a forest fire and I hada stop twice n’ go into the woods to rub off. Yu can look at ’em anytime. Don’t get any milk on ’em.’ He laughed sweetly as though to say, you and me, we understand.

    ‘Is it okay if’n I take a wash up. I must smell like a wet ox after hitching all the way from Wainright.’

    Robert nodded, then picked up a book and tried to read. JP opened the buckles at his shoulders and the denim cover cascaded down to the floor, revealing a body as nice as a Roman statue, without a fig leaf. The boy was smooth as marble, tan and strong. His prick was uncut and hung fat and long over his very large hanging balls. JP reached a hand down and lifted his balls and sort of shook them. ‘They get hot and sweaty hanging there all day. You get that too?’ Robert opined that he guesses so. He croaked out the words. This boy was hot, he thought.

    JP went into the bathroom and gave himself a sponge bath, returning with a towel in his hand, wiping himself with special care to his ball sack. ‘I use ta’ use the talcum power that daddy used on the saddle back of our horse but it’s all used up.’ He went to the pile of clothes at the bed and looked over the remaining overalls, smelled them and selected a rather torn pair. He slipped it on one knee showing through a gapping hole. ‘Nice,’

    he said, ‘I like this’n, yu can scratch yer knee easy.’

    It began to grow in Robert’s thoughts that how could such a rough character, no matter how engaging, make the grades to get into this college. While it wasn’t an ivy league school, it still had stiff entry requirements. The answer came days later when he realized that JP was one of those wonders with a photographic memory. He easily memorized everything put in his hand. He’d take a text and leaf through the pages, his eyes intent and his pretty lips pursed and in a few moments he had it all. ‘I jis hafta go into my head, turn to the page and fill out the test or give an answer. It’s too easy.’

    JP had also memorized every word in the Bible. He used quotations in his class work. He told Robert that the professors respected him for that and besides the quotations fit the case he was proving. It was amazing that the boy spoke rural but wrote educated. JP explained that he had absorbed a grammar book and listed to the radio preachers and he could speak and write like this. ‘I’m like a parrot. One of those speaking birds,’ he explained to me.

    As the class work started and reports were coming due, Robert began to depend on JP to fix up the punctuation and even help with learned citations. The kid’s brain must contain the Library of Congress.

    A really amazing thing was that JP had never even seen a computer. He read a bunch of books in the library and practiced on their computers. He prepared his reports there. Once Robert let him borrow his laptop and he typed as fast as I have ever seen a human. His mind hand coordination was super human.

    ‘Yu probly’ wondering why I don’t meet and bed girls here,’ he volunteered one day. Robert told him that he din’t like to stick his nose in his business. He continued, ‘Well, I do mighty lak girls, everthin’ ’bout them. Oh, those breats, no cock but a sweet pussy hole. But my Daddy taught that I should wait until I have a proper wedding to put my stick into that hole. No matter how it drives me crazy, I will do what he says.

    Course, I have my milking. That helps a little.’

    Ah he brought it up. Robert managed to wank in private. He’d get stiff and dripping quietly and then slip off to john to finish it. Mostly he was already asleep when this happened, but sometimes he would greet me on my return and smile happily at me. As for his own ‘milkin’ as he called it.

    He’s just announce to me that it was milkin’ time and he would flop on top of the covers and shake his cock briskly and then enthusiastically wank away, catching to great quantity of spooge he produced into a wad of toilet paper. He’s throw the wad beside his bed and dispose of it in the morning.

    Sometimes, often in fact, he’s wank again in the morning and reuse the now dry tissue. It was very stimulating to Robert. If it wasn’t for his roommate’s activities he’d probably not jerk off so much himself.

    JP was a great sleeper. He’s say goodnight and shake Robert’s hand each night. ‘I usta kiss my Daddy ‘fore bed but you wouldna want it I think.’

    Then he would flop back on his bed and in almost a few seconds he would emit a sigh and then fall into a profound sleep. He didn’t make noise as he feared but he breathed very heavily when asleep, his chest rising high and then falling. Robert knew the sleep was deep because he often continued his studying, often a book slipping out of his lap and making a loud bang yet JP never stirred.

    One night Robert got up and stared down at the sleeping boy who looked as innocent as a babe. He reached down and stroked his cheek. He would have gone further but JP turned over onto his stomach, exposing his perfect smooth white ass. Robert shook his bead and retreated.

    Another strange thing was happening. Robert had chatted up a few girls but nothing seemed to develop. He though maybe they didn’t like northerners.

    When he was getting more frustrated his interest in his roommate increased.

    JP was as pretty as any girl with his smooth skin. Then too, he was naked so often and wanking other times that the whole sex thing was always present.

    One night, a naked JP reached over and grabbed Robert’s hand for his usual goodnight shake. Robert held on as JP was about to withdraw it. He said softly, ‘Your hand feels good.’

    JP was touched. He said in a warm voice. ‘Robert, I love you. You’re truly my friend. I would do anythin’ for yu.’ Then as he took his hand away, Robert reminded him that JP had once said he would help him by milkin’. JP sat up and nodded, ‘I kin see you don’t believe lak my Daddy.

    You’re missing doin’ stuff with girls and there are no girls for yu here and yur hurtin’. Now afore I do anythin’ fer you, you unnerstan’ I am not makin’ love to you. This is a brotherly thing. Don’t do anythin’ back.

    Jes’ lay there. Here, hold these tissues ready.’

    Robert lay back, his arms crossed behind his head feeling very vulnerable but with the beginnings of excitement. JP sat on the bed at his waist.

    Robert could feel the smooth heat of his roomie’s skin. JP reached out his farm boy calloused hand and lifted Robert’s cock from its hard perch on his belly. Robert almost immediately began sighing. ‘I know that feels right nice. All the boys say so. Jes’ enjoy.’

    JP began a very soft, almost tender motion, hardly touching the cock.

    Robert was lifting his hips trying to get more pressure. His cock was leaking heavily and his stomach was dotted with precum. JP purred, ‘Good, Robert. Yur getting’ the pleasure. Now don’t hurry me else you wont really spew good.’

    JP moved to get a better angle and now he began to slightly tighten his grip. Robert moaned in appreciation and then began mewling as JP began moving faster. Soon Robert was crooning in passion. ‘Oh, JP. That feels so good. I think I’m gonna boil over soon. Hand me the tissue. Oh, Oh, Oh, shit. Here it comes.’

    His feet curled and his knees lifted slightly as his balls rose up the shaft of his cock and all the muscles in his body tightened. ‘Oh, here it comes.’ His thighs locked. The piss hole opened and shot out a long stream of white cum, then two more long streams emerged. He was moaning and gasping as small but just as exciting spurts came out.

    JP laughed with delight. ‘You really enjoy this. I am mighty pleased, but you shouldn’t say shit even ifn you are outta yer mind.’

    Robert finally caught his breath. He patted the agent of his pleasure, that large warm hand. ‘Thanks JP, that was stupendous. I’ll do you now.’ He reached for JP’s erect cock but JP stopped him.’

    ‘No thanks, I’ll take care of this myself. I know jes what to do.’ He grabbed a well worn magazine, flipped to his favorite page and held it in front of his eyes while the other hand as he rapidly stroked. In a short minute or two or let out a long howl and shot copious spooge over his tan chest.

    ‘Thank was a bigun.’ He said. ‘Must be that helpin’ you out made my balls fulla than usual.’

    They didn’t refer to that night as the days passed, but there was definitely a new closeness. For example, JP got a pimple on his forehead and he asked Robert to squeeze it. Robert stood in front of him, his cock against the boy’s belly and squeezed. They both had erections and JP giggled. They also began to discuss sex together. Robert told him about the time he had been sucked and JP was very interested. ‘I bet that feels real good. Maybe someday I can teach my wife to do it.’

    ‘I could show you. I’ve never done it, but you’re my pal JP.’ But JP demurred. He said it didn’t seem right Bible-wise, he appreciated the offer and he even let a tear form in the corner of his eye.

    Robert heard about Fantasy World. It was on a small road out of town. He told JP about it and he seemed interested because of the movies they show in the booth. Robert had a car at school. They piled in and after getting lost a few times to they came to the dark building with one small neon sign ‘Fantasy World.’

    They entered. There were racks selling books and magazines. JP said he might buy a new one as the old ones were falling apart. Ahead of them was a swinging door. A little sign informed that the customers should first buy tokens at 25 cents each. Robert bought five dollars worth.

    There was a short hallway beyond the door. It was lined with about six or eight men leaning against the wall. As soon as they saw the two handsome college kids enter they stared at them. One man came over to Robert and asked if he wanted a blow job. Robert told him that they were just going to look at the movies. The two entered the small booth and sat down together. Robert found the slot, it was pretty dark in the booth.

    Suddenly the screen lit up and there was a movie of two guys and a girl having sex. They watched, both breathing hard as one girl sucked the guy and the guy was lapping on the other girl’s cunt.

    ‘This is really evil,’ said JP in a breathless voice. He was rubbing his crotch. ‘My sexual organ is inflamed. I don’t know if I should stay.’

    Suddenly he froze, ‘What’s that?’ he asked, pointing to a hole in the wall next to him. There was a beckoning finger.

    ‘He wants you to put your sexual organ in the hole and he will make you feel good.’ Said Robert being careful to keep the references formal as JP.

    JP was flushed red. He started to get up and then fell back. ‘I don’t think I ought to. It does remind me of a milking machine. Maybe…..oh damn, here goes.’

    He rose, dropped is overalls and now completely naked, his perky ass in Robert’s face he moved toward the hole. He let his cock rest on the bottom of the hole and let out an oath, ‘Oh sweet Jesus, he is licking it. It’s feel so nice, I kin hardly stand it.’

    The boy began a fucking motion, sliding his cock in and out of the hole and the other person’s wet, hot, sucking mouth. Robert goy up and looked at JP’s face. It was screwed up in pleasure and his mouth was hanging open and spit was drooling out of his sweet lips. Robert knew that the boy was totally transfixed and absorbed into this new experience and overwhelming sensation. Robert figured this was a good time to indulge his fantasies.

    After all, this was Fantasy World. He put his hand on the fucking boy’s ass, at the center of the hot mounds, just over the spot where his asshole was hidden within the warm, moist halves. He felt JP stiffen as he felt this new sensation. Robert felt guilty and removed his stroking hand. JP turned his red face toward Robert. ‘Friend, do as you wish. I am so crazy now, anythin’ goes.’

    Robert squeeze the melons, he played with the ass hole. Now JP was moanin’

    loudly. They heard a voice from the other side telling them to keep it down that they’d be thrown out. The door to there booth was crowded, they could see all the feet standing there. Some tapped on the door.

    The wall in which the hole was was flimsy plywood. JP had his hands up on the top of it and his body pushed against the hole. He said out loud. ‘Friend on the otherside, git ready, Robert hold me from fallin’ as this shoot is goin’ be a doozey.’ JP began a fucking against the wall, rocking the whole place and moaning very loud. Suddenly he called out ‘I’m goin’ shoot. Here it comes.’

    He seemed to fuck back and forth as he emptied his balls into the mouth of the stranger.

    Everyone outside applauded. JP was mortified. ‘I made a jackass of myself. Let’s get home quick.’

    As they left men in the aisle patted them on the back. Choruses of ‘come back ya heah’ followed them as they emerged into the darkness.

    There was no conversation on the way home. Back in the dorm, JP didn’t even undress as he fell on the bed and was asleep in an instant.

    This was the testing period as well as the time when reports were due.

    Robert was busy running back and forth to the library and when he was back in the room he was swamped with typing. There was no tension between the boys but they were just busy. JP would come with stacks of books and do his amazing page turning. Then he would exclaim,’Got it,’ and go on to the next book. Robert had no miracles at his disposal. He had to sweat it and cram.

    The week of tests and report presentation ended and Friday night they decided to celebrate. JP had no money to waste so Robert treated him to a steak dinner. They drank cocktails, JP’s first experience. ‘I have had some hard moonshine but these cocktails (a dirty word he exclaimed) seem to hit me real hard. My eyes are practically crossed and I cain’t feel my legs. Is this what drinking folks want?’

    Robert was pretty buzzed but JP was plastered. He had to put an arm around his slim waist to keep him going as they crab walked to the dorm. When they got there he sat on the edge of his bed. He was about to fall asleep or pass out sitting up, so Robert called to him sharply. ‘Hey roomie, hey JP, you want me to help you get ready for bed?’

    ‘Yeah, he said sleepily. Take me to the toilet for a piss.’ Once there he swayed in front of the commode, about to fall asleep again.

    ‘You want me to help you?’

    He nodded, The taller boy unlatched the buttons at the shoulders of his overalls and let them fall to the floor. His cock was half hard from needing to piss. Robert took it and pointed it down toward the bowl. JP put his arm around Robert’s shoulder and pushed his trunk forward and let it fly. He pissed and pissed. Finally he stopped and a few drops hung on the tip, fell, then more drops formed. Robert took the penis and shook it.

    It immediately rose into a strong erection. He took the half asleep boy back to the room and deposited him in his bed. He fell on his back, his cock sticking up like a beacon, red and shiny. He was mumbling something so Robert leaned down and put his ear near JP’s mouth. ‘Sucking was good.

    Can you do it? You’re my best friend in the world.’

    ‘Sure,’ Robert said and leaned down and took the steely cock into his mouth. This was his first experience in doing this, but he already knew what to do as he had imagined it many times. He sucked vigorously and pretty soon JP began breathing hard. ‘Oh Robert, this feels so good, better’n that guy at the peep hole. Can I do you at the same time? Turn yourself around.’

    Robert reversed himself, his cock at JP’s mouth. In a moment he felt the boy’s hot tongue lick him. Moaning he moved down Robert’s shaft sucking hard. Robert was half crazy with the lustful sensation but he still resumed sucking JP. The two were moaning around each other’s cock. Both knew they would take the other’s cum. They stopped and each shrieked that they were about to cum. They came heavy, each boy’s Adam’s Apple rising and falling as they gulped the offering of the other. Finally they broke apart, panting and moaning.

    Robert said, ‘Now that we have done that. How about a real kiss?’

    He pressed his lips against JP’s warm mouth and JP pursed his lips to return the pressure, then he relaxed them and opened them up. Robert was quick to insert his tongue and they rubbed their tongues together, gasping at the feeling and the intense intimacy.

    When they parted, still holding each other tightly. Robert said, ‘I love you.’

    JP responded, ‘Course you do. I love you too. I don’t think that Daddy would mind, I only promised not to fool with girls until I was married.

    You think I’m being obedient?’

    Robert patted his damp ginger hair, ‘Course you are.’

    The boys stayed together for the whole four years. JP obtained his degree with the highest scores ever recorded by the university. Robert said that it was too bad they didn’t give a degree for sex.

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  • Trucker Bait

    Having fed on my cock and ass inside his truck cab, the trucker had let out a howl I was sure could be heard all over the rest stop.

    ‘Man that was good. That’s one tasty cock and ass you’ve got, Dude,’ he exclaimed.

    I pulled my leg from around his back, turned around, moved over and above him, and straddled his lap, between him and the steering wheel. This apparently caught him completely by surprised. My cock, now only half hard, lay on top of his, and I encircled them both in my hand, looked him in the eye, and said. ‘And so, Mr. Mac Truck, what can I do for you now?’

    ‘What?’ he said in reply. ‘Do for me? Do more than you’ve done, what you’ve let me do? Hey, guy, I know you’re a rich, young BMW owner and an Apollo to boot and I’m just an old truck jockey. You’ve already surprised the hell out of me on what you’ve let me do. I don’t expect more than that for a ride to the beach.’

    ‘But, what would you really like to do to me?’ I asked, squeezing our cocks together with one hand and tracing the design of his tattoo across his left breast with the other hand, lightly brushing across an erect nipple.

    ‘Why, I’d like to fuck your brains out, of course,’ he flipped out, as if it was a joke, something beyond comprehension or possibility.

    ‘No problem,’ I shot back.

    ‘You serious?’ he responded in disbelief.

    ‘Absolutely. Right here, right now. No problem.’

    ‘Hot damn,’ he yelled. And then he took command again. ‘Turn yourself around,’ he said. And while I was doing that, he opened the glove compartment, took out some ointment and a condom, and began lathering up my asshole.

    When I was turned around, I leaned into the steering wheel, which sounded the horn. We both laughed, as he reached over, pushed a button on the dash, and the horn stopped blaring. I crouched there, suspended above him, hugging the steering wheel, while he sheathed his long cock and brought its head into position, and then I slowly descended on him, taking him in slowly. I could feel the slight crock in his cock bring the head of his dick against the upper wall of my ass canal, and I gasped and felt some precum bubble up from my own cock as his dick head dragged along my prostate. He was muttering that we should take it slow, to permit me to open to him, but, truth be known, he was not nearly as big as Carl was, so I wasn’t having all that much trouble accommodating him. Both he and I could feel my sphincter take the head of his cock and pull him into me, and we both moaned and sighed with pleasure in unison. He wasn’t as big as Carl, but he was longer, and I felt him gliding up inside me for what seemed to be ages before I settled into his lap.

    We both held it there for a moment, suspended in time and pleasure, but he then started to writhe under me. I came up and back down a couple of times to help him get into a rhythm, but then I held myself up, wrapped around the steering wheel and let him pump me from below. He worked himself into a frenzy, his hands wandering all over me, while his hips worked their way up and down in an ever-faster motion. And he moaned and cussed and told me how good I was and how much pleasure I was giving him in no uncertain words and in loud tones. When I felt him cum, I sat back into his lap, and he wrapped his arms around my chest, buried his face in the small of my back, thanked me again, and whispered something I didn’t quite get.

    ‘What was that?’ I asked.

    ‘I told you we had other ways of exercising on the road,’ he said in a louder voice.

    ‘No, I mean that noise outside.’

    The door beside us was jerked open, and a voice boomed out, ‘We sure do like to exercise on the road, Dudes. Make some noise, why don’t ya? You had us over here with the horn honk.’

    There stood three of the burliest men I’d ever seen, led by a bald, heavily muscled wrestler type with a mighty big grin.

    ‘I want some of that myself,’ the man mountain said, as he pulled me off Mac’s dick and hauled me down from the truck. Before either Mac or I could do or say anything, this guy and a shorter, stockier guy were carrying me away from the truck, while the third man was arguing with Mac and pushing his way into the cab. While I was being hauled away, I saw Mac turned sideways and on his back, his feet looking for purchase on the frame of the cab door, and a big, top-heavy trucker, his pants down around his knees pushing himself into the cab opening and into Mac’s ass as well.

    ‘Just I minute,’ the little guy said, arresting the movement of the bald guy who had me well under control. ‘I want to see this.’

    We stood there in an entangled bunch, while Mac rose up and appeared in the door of the cab briefly, until the bigger guy backhanded him across the mouth and back down across the seats. The trucker was standing up on the running board. He kicked his pants off and tore his T-shirt up and over his massive shoulders. He was standing there just in his construction worker’s boots, and even I could see that he looked magnificent from behind. The big, bulky shoulders tapered down to a small waist, but his hips carried bulbous butt cheeks, and his thighs and calves were heavily muscled. His hands went into the cab and Mac’s jeans came out and were thrown onto the ground. Mac must have tried to crawl back across the seat, because his legs disappeared and one of the big guy’s knees went up onto the edge of the seat so that I could see big hairy balls and a pendulous, thick dong hanging down between his legs.

    I heard a loud command and another heavy slap, and Mac’s legs and lower butt appeared at the cab door again. He was still on his back. The big guy forced Mac’s right leg through the truck door window and cranked the window up to hold his leg there and splayed his left leg up and between the truck cab side and a side bar on the other side of the door. He now had two free hands and Mac trapped in place. One hand got busy finger and fist-fucking Mac’s asshole and taking time out occasionally to push Mac back down on the seat, and the other one was engaged in vigorously working up his own cock, and eventually, in guiding his cock to Mac’s hole. And then, after he had plunged in, both hands went to squeezing and slapping Mac’s butt cheeks in rhythm with his pumping action. He had one foot on the running board and the other one up on the edge of the cab floor and, with this leverage, was pumping away at Mac’s butt like a piston on an oil rig. Mac was hollering through this for all he was worth.

    My own big guy apparently couldn’t hold off with his own action any longer. He had been holding me with one arm and squeezing something big under the fabric of his pants crotch. He suddenly gave out an animal sound and dragged me away from the truck, with stubby Zack following along behind, in reverse, watching the action in Mac’s truck for as long as he could.

    I was carried into the brush just beyond the nose of the truck and slapped down hard on my back on top of an old picnic table in what had once been a small clearing, now obviously abandoned.

    ‘Look what we got here, Zack,’ the bald one said, ‘A real looker; pretty face and fine bod. This is going to be fun.’

    I started to come up off the table and cursed him and he struck me across the mouth with the back of his hand, not real hard, but hard enough for me to get the point. He then pushed me back on the table with a big mitt on my chest, and I had the good sense to stay there.

    ‘Git behind him, Zack. Keep his arms and mouth busy.’

    Zack laughed hard at that. But he was behind me in a flash and was up on the table holding my arms down with his knees. He’d stripped his pants off before coming up on the table and his dick was dangling over my head. It wasn’t a long one, but it was thick.

    ‘Here, swallow this, Pretty Boy,’ he yelled at me. ‘And no funny business or I’ll beat the shit out of you.’ I took him in my mouth and tongued his dick head, which seemed to please him enough that he subsided into sighs and groans of pleasure. As his dick hardened, he fucked my face, but not too brutally, and kneaded my pecs and nipples with his hands.

    Meanwhile, below me, the bald guy was holding one of my legs up and out with one hand behind my knee and was stuffing the fingers of his other hand up my ass.

    ‘Gawd, that’s nice,’ he groaned. He extracted his fingers, and I could feel him slapping what felt like a large sausage on my thighs and against my butt cheeks, obviously hardening it up, which didn’t take long. I felt what seemed to be the end of a baseball bat come up to and just into my asshole. And then he had my ankles in both hands and was wish-boning both of my legs out and pushing into me. My sphincter muscles grabbed him and pulled him in, and he plunged, make noisy sounds of pleasure and triumph.

    There was pain, to be sure, but I had fantasized this as well as my encounter with the other trucker, so I wrote it up to experience and experimentation and enjoyed as well as endured it, not, of course, revealing any of this to my assaulters. Zach really got fully into the mood of the assault and hunched over me and swallowed my cock as well, so I was getting a little action myself.

    I must have fainted under the bald one’s attempt to send his cock up into my stomach, because the first thing I knew, Zach and his guerilla were gone and Mac was sitting on the picnic table beside me, sponging my body off with cool water.

    ‘Hey, you all right, Buddy?’ Mac asked me in a voice full of concern when he saw that I was coming around.

    ‘Yes, I think I’ll live,’ I answered. ‘But did you get the license number of that truck?’

    ‘I’m glad you can joke about it,’ Mac said. ‘I rather enjoyed my encounter; I like it kind of rough and to be a surprise. But I was really worried about the gangbanging you were getting over here.’

    ‘Well, it’s an experience I certainly won’t forget,’ I answered. ‘I guess I won’t have to hesitate ever again if I’m asked if I’ve done it with a guy.’

    ‘No, I suppose not,’ he answered in a pensive voice, as he played gently with my cock. I could feel it on the rise again.

    ‘Why the regret in the voice?’ I asked.

    ‘I’m just sorry I never got the chance to feel this in me,’ he answered, a bit embarrassed at the confession.

    ‘No problem,’ I said, as I rolled over and pushed myself off of the table with a groan at the painful and stiff muscles. ‘Gotta work those tensions out again anyway.’

    Mac gave me a surprised look and seemed unable to think of anything to say. He’d gotten his jeans back on before coming to look for me, and I stood in front of and close to him and held his eyes with mine as I unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper, and pulled his jeans down and off his legs. I smiled as I saw that the ivy pattern continued on down his left thigh and calf and even wound around his foot.

    ‘Here, kneel on the picnic bench with your elbows on the table. Yes, but spread your legs. Too bad we don’t have the ointment here, but I’ll see what I can do.’

    I went down on my knees behind him and started licking and tonguing his asshole.

    ‘Oh gawd, you don’t have to do that. Oh gawd, oh gawd, yes, don’t stop, oh, oh,’ he was muttering as I moistened him up with my tongue. After a couple of minutes of this, I stood up and just walked up to and into him, holding my cock with one hand, the other hand on the small of his back. I went in just a couple of inches and then took my cock in my hand and rotated it around his ass canal. He moaned and sighed, and told me how much he was enjoying this. And then I slowly pushed my way in all the way to the hilt, and his moans turned to grunts, and he began to grind his hips. I took hold of them with my hands and held them still as I moved my buried cock up and down, back and forth, and in a corkscrew motion. And then I began pumping him. Slowly at first, staying deep, and then faster and faster, drawing almost out of him and plunging to the end. He was making a lot of noise, to the point that I began to be afraid that another batch of horny truckers would find us and do us again, but he subsided into whimpers, as I withdrew and squirted my load across his back.

    He apparently appreciated the service, because before dusk, he had delivered me all the way to the end of the driveway at the beach house. And I was ready now to face Carl with a few new tricks of my own. I found them in Angela’s bedroom. The view I got as I walked into the room was Angela’s legs splayed out and Carl hunched between them at the edge of the bed, pumping her, causing her to give little yelps of pleasure. His tight butt cheeks looked so perky as they bobbed in and out between her legs that I just pulled my shorts back off and came up behind him.

    They both jerked a little in surprise as I saddled up behind Carl. I rubbed his back with one hand, and reached underneath with my other hand and felt where Carl was buried up to the root in Angela’s cunt. They both seemed to enjoy what I was doing down there.

    ‘Can I play too?’ I whispered in Carl’s ear.

    ‘Yeah, sure, I guess so, Carl,’ answered somewhat uncertainly. We’d never done anything like this before.

    I let my hand drift down along Angela’s perineum until I found her asshole, which I stroked. She reacted by rolling her hips up, bringing Carl farther up on her and giving me more room to get at her asshole. I found the tube of lubricant on the bed beside them, pushed out a dab, and started working the ointment into her ass.

    ‘You okay with this, Angela?’ I asked over Carl’s shoulder.

    ‘Huh, I guess so,’ she grunted. I would have thought so. It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d fucked Angela in the ass. Just the first time I would have done it with Carl’s Dick up her cunt as well. I fingered her for a few minutes and then started working my cock into her ass. She was grunting and moaning, and Carl seemed to enjoy me behind him too.

    But then I moved on to my ultimate objective. I slowly pulled out of Angela and grabbed a gob of ointment and started lathering up Carl’s asshole. He went into shock and started to object and rise up, but Angela, thinking he was trying to pull out of her as well before she had her orgasm, wrapped her arms around him and her legs around both of us to hold him to her.

    I abandoned the niceties and just went ahead and pushed my dick into Carl’s ass, worked my arms around his chest, and just pumped and pumped and pumped until I had cum and released all of my pent-up anger with the both of them. Carl surprised me, though. He enjoyed it and sighed and moaned under my attentions, and, when he came inside Angela, and she answered with an orgasm of her own, it was me he was kissing.

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  • Encounter in City Hall Toilet

    I worked in the City Hall area of New York City. I was nineteen. I had been hired as a document clerk by an import/export company.

    I took the aubway each weekday from Northern Manhattan. I think I cut an appealing figure in those days, slim, light blond/brown hair, intense blue eyes, dressed in an open oxford shirt, seersucker jacket and black pants.

    The City Hall Station had a men’s room the just before the exit. It was small, unexpectedly clean and rarely used. I used to stop off and pee before heading to my office. This day after I entered and unzipped, I noticed a young man standing near the far wall watching me. He was almost handsome in a soft way. His most arresting feature was his soft doelike eyes. Just as was about to let my stream flow he spoke to me. His voice was trembling. ‘Can I hold it while you piss?’

    I was astonished. I couldn’t imagine the reason for such a request but I was very curious, but his plea made me feel strangly superior. ‘Why would you want to do that?’ ‘Please, it is a great thrill for me to do that.’

    I could not believe my reaction. This must have been a strange day for me.

    I knew there was some danger to the situation but it was true that there was an outside and an inside door to the restroom and there was no doubt that anyone coming in would announce his presence in sufficient time for us to make ourselves presentable.

    I didn’t directly answer him but I signalled by turning toward him and pointing at my penis. He quickly came to my side. As As soon as he was near me I could dedect a pleasant odor of aftershave, a sort of lilac smell. Up close he looked very well groomed and his dark beard was carefully shaved and slightly powdered. He surprised me by putting an arm around my waist possessively and reached his other hand a captured my penis in his soft white hand. It felt great. I had to pee very badly. That urgency and his hand resting under my penis caused it to thicken slightly.

    ‘Go ahead, let the stream flow,’ he said almost reverently. His voice urgent and shaky.

    I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pressed those muscles deep inside me and soon a thick stream of pale yellow urine shoot out and apashed noisily into the water of the bowl. He sighed in pleasure and awe. ‘Beautiful. You have beautiful pee. Your cock is perfect looking.’

    I finished finally. It was a long pee which I had held all the time from my morning coffee at home. ‘May I shake it?’

    We had shared such an intimate moment that his request did not seem out of the way. I shugged in acquiscence. He gently shook it. I began to instantly harden up. I felt my breathing deepen. ‘Poor boy,’ he said softly. ‘You need a little relief so you can face the day. May I stroke it?’

    By this time he had become almost a brother to me, sharing very personal acts. ‘OK,’ I said and leaned toward him.

    He took my head and coaxed it into his shoulder. My face was against his nect and the fragrance of lilac was almost dizzying. I thought he would jerk me off, masturbate me the way I did, but instead he softly stroked me with a feather touch, hitting every sensitive spot until I was moaning with pleasurable sensations. ‘That’s it sweet lad. Enjoy. Let all the good feeling wash over you until you can’t bear it anymore and then cum for me.

    Let your boy cum shoot out.’

    I was dizzy with passion. He was serving me but I was performing for him.

    It was a perfect synergy. His soft hand and his soft urgent voice was driving me toward ejaculation. Finally all my emotions jammed and my bady stiffened. My thighs became numb. He sensed it and he speeded up his ministrations. I let out a howl of triumph and began coming harder than I ever remember. My knees collasped and he held me again him. He also was breathing heavily. I shot great amounts of cum into the bowl. Finally the moment passed. I moved away from him. Zipped up and put on my stranger’s mien.

    He said, almost embarrassedly, ‘I came too, when you did. It was great to be with you. Come here tomorrow, same time. I’ll be waiting.’

    I met him for three days. He got bolder each time, finally taking out his enormous cock. Our trysts became too gay for me and I stopped but I never experienced such tender moments from such an unselfish partner again.

    Looking back I wonder why I didn’t ask for his name and telephone number and meet for a real sexual experience, naked and on a bed. But I already know the answer as I ask the question. He was the men’s room bandit, dangerous and nasty. That was the appeal.

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  • It Should Never Have Happened – But It Did

    I was 20 and it was summer and the end of oxford uni’s rag week. There was partying and celebrations everywhere. At keble college we had the grounds filled with marquees and stalls to please all. These ranged from various tents each with its own well known pop artist performing the night away from rock to jazz. There was also a dodgem cars track, bronco billy, bouncey castles and numerous promotional drink stands. So there was plenty of drinking, all at little if any cost. Not a good recipe for numerous live wire students. And I was one of them and as pissed as most. This was a bi-annual 24 hour event. And by late evening we were already looking worse for wear and seemingly in a pretty sorry state.

    Like all the other lads I had to hire a dinner suit, includung a bow tie.

    And all the girls had to wear evening gowns. Everyone began looking the treat their grandparents would have been proud of – each the talk of the town. Fun, laughter, singing, dancing, merry making, celebrating all took its toll on us. By the early hours most of us were pretty shattered, plasterd and zonked. Yet the celebrations still continued and egos were still pushing way beyond our limits in order to show ourselves and others we could stand the pace and last as long as the best of them. Tensions and tolerance were more than trying in the highly stressfull communities of unversity college life at the best of times, but to cap it all with hyper excitement, drinks and drugs, made it all the more the perfect a recipe for disaster.

    I remember strolling through oxford’s park, watching the sun beginning to rise up over the horizon, with a group of others, all looking hopelessly bedraggled and drawn and worse for wear. Long gone was our smartness. We all looked as if we’d been caught up in a hurricane after an air-raid. We ended up back in the house I rented with kevin and dave, longing for a rest and coffee, and possibly another joint if dave could find any.

    The relationship between the three of us was very strange. It was more of a love hate situation. Kevin had a so called girlfriend, penny. So called because they were always arguing. No one knew from one day to the next whether their love for each other was still on or off. Kevin was in his final year. I was in my second. He seemed to have little if any time for me. He always seemed to know which buttons to press which would really wind me up. And he did that often. Dave was also in his final year. He didn’t have a girlfriend that I was aware of. If I had to place money on a bet I ‘d say if anthing dave had the hots for kevin. Dave was the one who kept things tidy in the house. We rarely bought supplies because dave would beat us to it. I noticed the things he bought were more focused on kevin’s likes and interests rather than mine or general interest. He even did the washing and ironing, but it was always kevin’s he’d do first in case he ran out of time. Kevin never said anything or made any fuss about this. He just accepted it, taking it for granted. And yet kevin never seemed to show any signs of encouragement or gratification. In his mind I ‘m sure he just thought dave did what dave liked doing. My room was the one he worked in least of all. I doubt it was because he didn’t like me much. It was more to do with harry.

    Harry was my pet tarantula. I wasn’t going to give him up for anyone. So I was often the butt of their jokes and ridiculing. But little hairy harry must have caused at least some interest. Dave went to make the coffee. I slumped on an armchair totally knackered. Jackie curled herself up at my feet, having decided during the course of the night she might like me. Not that I knowingly encouraged her, for girls were not the first thing that came to mind as and when I sought company. So I feared she had unanimously decided we were a couple, with me having no say in her decision

    making. Dave seemed interested in no one but kevin, but kevin was with penny. And both kevin and penny were in his room. At least I assumed they were in his room, until I heard an almighty scream.

    Apparently they were in my room. Kevin had decided it would be kewl to introduce penny to harry. Unfortunately for penny, she had not been prepared or warned about harry. Unfortunately for harry, kevin had a sudden need to display not only his poor sense of humour, but his machoism too.

    Unfortunately for me, as a result in all this, harry was no more.

    I dashed into my room barking, ‘what are you doing?’ Penny was as white as a sheet and hysterically parallysed. Kevin’s jaw was dropped with a look of shock and guilt all over his face. Harry was a black/brown smudge on the floor where penny had been standing before instinctive reflex had moved her the maximum distance possible in my cramped room. ‘How’d he get out?’ I demanded, already piecing the events together in my dazed head.

    ‘He picked it up and put it in my fuckin hand’ penny shrieked, then flew from the room and was gone for good.

    ‘You bastard!’ I barked. ‘You fuckin bastard!’

    I took a swing at kevin’s face, but my orientation had known better moments and I missed him pathetically. But kevin was bigger, stronger and a better fighter than me. He lundged at me, launching a blow to my stomach. ‘It was only a bloody fucking spider!’ he screamed, and planted another bunch of fives across my face, sending me sprawling across a heap of books I had piled on the floor.

    I scrambled to my feet and dived at him. We both fell back against the aquarium tank that used to be harry’s home, smashing it to the floor. ‘Get out! I hate you, you bastard!’

    ‘Fucking freak! Get off me!’ he retorted back, throwing me aside like a rag doll. I crashed into my wardrobe, knocking its door off its hinges and slumped to the floor, head spinning and thumping. With that he stormed out and was gone to the sound of the front door slamming.

    Dave burst into my room. He stormed over to me and planted a hefty kick deep into my side. ‘I told you insects were not a good idea here. It’s your own stupid bloody fault. You should have listened!’ Then he too was gone, presumably to run after kevin.

    ‘You sad fucking weirdo!’ It was Jackie’s voice adding her tuppence worth.

    She spat at me and as her phlegm dribbled down my face she too turned and left. I sank further, desperately lonely, recalling better nights.

    * * * *

    I was eventually woken a while later by a lot of shouting, banging and commotion downstairs. Other residents in the house were also joining in now. I pulled myself up and staggered down to see what was going on. Kevin was slumped in the hallway pissed out of his mind and looking pretty roughed up.

    ‘What’s going on?’ I groaned drearily, hanging onto walls to steady myself from falling over.

    ‘He got himself too pissed out’ another colleague said. ‘Then he tried to rape penny. If we hadn’t got there in time he would have. He’d better get himself together before the police come for him.’ With that they all left.

    Bewildered residents looked from kevin to me.

    ‘He one of your lot’ one of then said. ‘You deal with him. Just get him off the floor and out our way’. With that they all returned to their own rooms leaving me with him. Where’s dave when he’s actually needed, I asked myself.

    With excruciating pain and discomfort I somehow managed to haul kevin up to his room. I dropped him onto his bed, almost collapsing on top of him through shear exhaustion. He was a mess. Pissed out of his head, white powder running from his nose and head bleading. Yet he was vaguely trying to sing some incoherent song. ‘What the fuck am I meant to do with you?’ I asked, knowing he was beyond the ability to reply. ‘I’m going to take your shoes off and leave you’ I told him. ‘I’ll check on you again in the morning if I can be bothered’. But it was already morning, but if he heard me he’d know what I meant.

    I got to my own bed, stripped down to my white boxers and climbed in feeling totally shattered. In the distance I could still hear the

    celebrations going on. I couldn’t face another drink, dance or even a chat. I only wanted sleep now. But as I rolled over snuggling up under my duvet I heard a terrific crash followed by a stressful moan. I leapt out of bed knowing it was kevin. I got into his room and found him on the floor in a collapsed heap. I wanted to ignore him and leave him be, but he was lying awkwardly over his own untidy room. I wanted to leave him but my

    conscience, slow as it was, wouldn’t let me. So I used all my strength again to get him back onto his bed. I was learning to hate him more and more after every minute and struggle he caused me. And then I learnt the reason he had tried to get up. He needed the toilet desperately and hadn’t managed to get there. He had been violently sick as well as wetting himself big time. I wondered how situations could get any worse.

    I managed to get kevin back up onto his bed, but this time, as much as I really didn’t want to, I felt I couldn’t just leave him. He was in a real mess. A right state. I wished one of the girls had still been here, who’s maternal instincts might have kicked in and known what to do, then get on and just do it. But there weren’t any girls. There wasn’t even dave. Only me. And if I didn’t act soon the vomit would dry and stick and the urine filled pants would cause much self inflicted soreness. I can really get to hate my conscience at times.

    I went to the bathroom and fetched a basin full of water and grabbed a flannel and soap too. I looked down at him as I stood there in my boxers.

    ‘Ok bastard boy, I hope this shames you more that it’s goin to sicken and embarrass me’.

    I leant over him and began to peel him out of his dinner jacket covered in filth, vomit and stench. Kevin was totally out for the count and so was absolutely hopeless at helping. It was like trying to undress a giant, very heavy rag doll. I pulled his bow tie free, which had long since been undone and was just hanging round his neck. The mood I was in I would have prefered to tie it and tighten it rather than remove it. The smell trying to undo his shirt buttons was making me wrench. I knew I ‘d need a good scrubbing meself afterwards. Kevin was the tough guy of uni, the eny of all the lads lacking girl pulling power, lying here being nurtured like a twelve stone baby. Be humiliated fuck-head because I was hating every bit of this.

    As I removed kevin’s shirt I became aware of the extent of his bruising.

    Rightly or not, he had received a severe beating. I got the soap and flannel and as gently as possible wiped it round his face, cleaning and freshening him up the best I could. I had to change the water before I started on his torso. Again as gently as I could I began to soap his shoulders and chest. I found it easier soaping and wetting my hands first then washing him down with my hands rather than flannel, using the flannel to wipe off the soap afterwards only. I sat on the side of his bed to do this, making every effort possible not to make the bed wet in the

    process. His torso felt nice and firm under the palms of my hands as I gently lavered up his body. His nipples hardened as my hands glided over them, tickling my palms. I had to pull my mind together and focus on the objective here, as I was drifting into a dream like state that would allow my desires to get the better of me. But his body was good and tantilisingly seductive to my eyes. Having completed his torso, arms, pits and face I had to brace myself for the next stage. But as I began to unfasten his pants I realised I was in for an even greater unexpected shock.

    I opened kevin’s trousers bracing myself for the aroma of urine, but had my nose blasted with the stench of shit as well. ‘Oh Jesus!’ I thought, ‘Why me? Why the fuck does this have to happen to me?’ I was dead tired and just wanted my bed. I really didn’t want to continue, but then how could I leave him in this state. I felt sick myself and had to sit back and swallow hard.

    ‘Come on J, just do it man’ I told myself. ‘Don’t even think about it.

    Just get the job done then get to bed’.

    I had to change the water several times. It wasn’t at all pleasant. But once the worst of it was over it wasn’t too bad. Here was I massaging soap and water into and around the cock, balls and pubes of this hunk, and he was oblivious to it all. At least I certainly hoped he was. For I had to wash him like a baby. Having worked my hands and flannel round his under carriage I had to lift his legs to wash his arse as a mother would her baby. Except kevin wasn’t a baby with a little soft puppy-fat bottom, that would wobble at the touch, and that would be done in a jiffy with a puff of talc to finish him off. Kevin’s rump was larger, courser, very solid, hard, firm and hairy. And his legs were larger and heavier too. I had to get on the bed behind him and literally lift his legs over my shoulders as if I was going to shaft him one. But dispite the hairiness he cleaned up well. As I rinsed his butt I could see his private hole staring up at me in all its glory.

    I looked up at his face. His eyes were still closed. His was still out for the count. I soaped his arse again for good measure and slipped my soap lubed index finger into his chute. His arse was very tight. I felt his ring close tightly round my finger, as a baby grips a finger placed in its hand. I felt precum run from my cock inside my boxers. His insides were very warm – hot even. I massaged his anus with my finger, then after a bit I pushed in two. Kevin just lay there, so relaxed. Then he stirred a bit. My fingers shot out with a little pop. He settled down again, breathing heavily but steadily. I wanted to fuck his arse there and then. I could have too. I was in the right position. I was rock hard and leaking. His hole was raised and exposed, cleaner than I ‘m ever likely to find it again. His body felt so hot and right folded up underneath me. I felt I deserved my reward after this chore beyond any call of duty. He looked so cute sleeping deeply with so much tranquility and repose. Could he blame me if he woke up and found me humping my wicked way with him?

    After all, he was caught attempting to rape penny. My cock had found its own way out the fly of my boxers. Everything was telling me to go for it, he was all mine and at my mercy. I felt my wet cock head against his closed bum hole. One gentle push and I ‘d be in there. I pushed ever so slightly and felt my nob slip past the gateway until the ring lips were squeezing tighly round the rim of my nob. The thought I could have him, that he was at my mercy, made me stop and pull out. What the fuck was I playing at?

    I got off and away from him pretty smartish. I needed a shower having given kevin a complete and very thorough bed bath. I picked up all his clothing and dumped it in the bath tub to soak. Then I got into the shower to sort myself out. I couldn’t believe that I was capable of succumbing the way I almost had. It might have felt great and been sensational, but would there have been the pleasure and satisfaction knowing he had to be out cold to fuck him. If it was love, my mind was telling me NO it would have been totally wrong. If it was revenge and getting even, then it would have been bliss and I should have continued. Shit, how my mind, desire and conscience were at odds with each other, wrestling for agreement. As I washed myself I found a temporary compromise. It was far from perfect but it at least provided some pleasure as I began a desperately needed wank. I even pushed a finger deep into my own arse, rubbing the g-spot as I caressed my nob and pumped my shaft. Before too long I splattered the shower tiles and almost buckled at the knees, forgetting how worn out and tired my body was. I watched the dribble of my creamy spunk slide down towards the plug hole, thinking how that plug hole could have been kevin’s tight lipped bum hole. I imagined watching my spunk being swallowed up by his arse. Now I really wanted him more than ever.

    I climbed out the shower and quickly dried off, wrapping the towel round me for warmth rather than privacy. I went back in to look in on kevin. He was curled up on the bed shivering and still as naked as I ‘d left him. I reached out and started stroking him, then as a mother would her sick child, I found myself brushing his hair from his eyes and forehead. Kevin opened his eyes. It made me jump. He looked with a glassy stare straight into my eyes. He looked so sad, so lost and so helpless, my heart sank for him. I tried to roll his bedding from under him in order to cover him and tuck him in, but in doing so I realised I hadn’t made such a good job of keeping his bed dry after all. Plus, without air fresheners, the overall condition of his room was no better than his bed. He looked into my eyes again and said ‘i’m so cold’ with such a weak and pitifully sad voice. I reached my hands under his bulk and lifted him up into my arms. Even though he was slighty bigger than me in height and build, I still managed to carry him into my room and to my bed.

    No sooner had his head hit the pillow he was sleeping again. I don’t think he had necessarily woken up before. Not fully anyway. But having put kevin in my bed there was nowhere for me. Sod it, I thought, it’s my bed and I need my sleep more than ever. So like it or not I dropped my towel and got in with kevin. Later when we’re awake to the world again, I ‘ll find out kevin’s reaction. He’ll either thank me or kill me. Right now neither mattered, so long as I got my sleep. I rolled over and curled up behind him, in what I understand to be the spooning position. My nose was pressed against the back of his neck, my knees tucked behind his knees, my arm hung over his side and my hardened cock was pushing into the crack of his butt. If I was going to find myself dead when he wakes up, at least I would die happy and with a clear conscience.

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  • Master Billy

    The Sea Witch commissioned by the Queen herself set sail at the Morning tide from Portsmouth in the year of our Lord one thousand Six-hundred-thirteen under Captain Sir Michael Landsdown with Thirty seamen and me, Master Billy Thompson.

    It was a happy coincidence that me seventeenth birthday fell on Sailing day though no one knew and no one celebrated except me with my ration of grog. I got the same wooden cupful as the grown man. They were used to it but it caused me to act loony, singing and swaying around the boat. The men fussed over drunken me, pinching me arse and patting me blond curly head. Some said that it was bad luck to have a ‘girl’ on board referring to my lanky body, white skin and prominent arse cheeks. They would have taken further liberties except captain intervened and trotted me off to his cabin to sleep it off. I awoke the next morning with a sick head, full of banging and a sore arsehole, dripping with the captain’s spunk.

    It hardly seems three weeks since I escaped from my brutish father and mean home in Central London. Me mum died two years ago. Afore you died, on her death bed she told me that I was uncommon pretty and that my graceful form and curly blond hair would do me in good stead as I made my way in the world. When mum died, the guv became a drunken monster and beat me daily. He once told me that he beat me so he wouldn’t rape me.

    As cabin boy my job was to keep the captain’s quarters clean, his bed made, his uniforms brushed, his food served and to act as his bumboy. I knew this was my fate when I enlisted. This position or berth on this ship was my only way of finding eats and a bed.

    I had no papers and no skills but me mum’s words came true as the captain saw me in the sign up line and plucked me out to be his lad. I was a virgin to all sex but as the days and weeks went by I began to look forward to the captain’s ways.

    He never undressed me. For that I was grateful. I had never done so at home even to wash. I would keep as much on as I rubbed a soapy rag over me. The Captain would merely lower my canvas trousers to expose my white bum. Immediately he would begin to huff and puff in sexual excitement. As luck would have it, he was of small prong size and of poor ability to last. The nightly ritual was not painful and of very short duration. In gratitude the captain gave me good food from his plate.

    The crew lusted after me. It was very obvious as I walked among them to the galley or the head. Their muttered remarks were muted for fear of the captain’s lash and their hands reached out but never made contact. They were in a sex starved frenzy. I could only smile to meself on how lucky I was to have my protector.

    The captain a sturdy man of about forty years. His court connections produced his commission. I found out later that he was not a regular man. He had no wife but many male friends at court.

    We were now over one month at sea. Our destination was the unexplored islands below the peninsular reaching south from China. There was, as we found out, thousands of islands. We made landfall at one, a large one, well peopled. The inhabitants flocked to the shore and swam out to the boat. They were of good looking stock, tan in color and robust and healthy. Their faces, though dark, contained features much the same as we Europeans.

    The men cheered the good looking fellows and some opened their flies and waved their cocks at the boys in the canoes. This in turn produced gales of laughter from the canoe paddlers. Whether this was amusement at the antics or a mocking of small pricks I am not sure. Had I followed their lead, there would have been no laughter, only admiring glances as my captain well knew that my prong formed a large handle for him as he thrust behind me.

    Often he would rub it and I would spunk out. This was the best part of what I had to endure.

    We disembarked later. We made gifts of beads and blankets and the locals showered us with delicious fruit, many strange to us and taught us to drink the sweet coconut milk.

    There was also a form of fermented liquor of which we partook.

    By nightfall the captain and crew were unconscious and snoring on the beach. I hardly tasted it for I wished to be in good health to pursue my plans.

    At the water I found a small native boat with oars. I silently coaxed it into the water, jumped in and began rowing toward a small island I had seen in the daylight. I perhaps romantically believed I would be king of my island and live on the food it produced in abundance. It was too to far and within an hour I was pulling my little boat up to the shore. The sand of this island was golden. I wondered if it was real gold. The moon was very bright this night and illuminated the lush palms and other growth. The night was mild. I lay down and fell asleep by my boat.

    I awoke the next morning. It was still early and the moon was sharing the sky with the early sun. The rays shown on a figure standing about ten feet away, regarding me with a smile.

    I sat up and stared back. This was the most perfect human I had ever seen. He was a inch or two taller than me making him about six feet. He was wearing a loin cloth in red color, decorated with symbols. His body was like those statues in my school books from ancient Rome. The symmetry of his shoulders, strong chest, muscled belly, small waist and perfect legs combined to make me gasp.

    He was still smiling at me. His strong white teeth seemed to glow in the rising sunlight. I spoke to him in English, of course. He looked at me perplexed. Then he made a gesture that he admired my hair. I answered back by signing that his chest was nice. We were both falling in love with each other, even at that early moment.

    He advanced toward me. I shied a bit but he reached out a hand and stroked my shoulder, calming me the way you might a skittish horse. His hand was smooth and warm. It was all I could do not to take it and kiss it.

    He pointed to himself and spoke for the first time, ‘Koai,’ then pointed at me, I replied ‘Billy.’ We both laughed and we repeated our names to each other.

    He then signed by holding his nose that I smelled. Yes it was true that I hardly was able to clean myself on the ship. He in turn smelled fresh and clean, his breath which fell across my face was pure with hints of coconut. He pulled me toward the ocean miming washing and bathing. We stood in the water up to our knees, my canvas trousers quickly sopping up the brine. He removed the band that tied around his backside and covered his privates. His tan prick was exposed to me and I smiled and signaled that it was large and that it pleased me. He began tugging on my trousers and finally pulled them off, then my shirt fell easily from my shoulders. Then my drawers. My drawers were stained and smelly I must admit. He took all my stuff and placed them on a rock at the shore then returned naked to stand next to me and we silently compared ourselves, finally giving way to curious hands verifying what we saw. Naturally our cocks rose from the attention and we laughed in abandon.

    He had been holding a cake of what I later learned was a type of soap. He lathered his hands and rubbed it on his glossy, perfect skin and then pointed to me. I nodded. He cleaned my body, my hair and even my privates, finally inserted a finger in my bum hole a short distance and cleaned that out.

    He than took my clothes on the rock and washed them. He signaled to me by holding his nose that the smell was gone.

    Still both naked he waved to me to follow him. Close to the beach was a small palm thatched cottage and in front were two make shift benches and a repast lain out on a table. I was staving hungry and forgot any manners as I dove into the food.

    He laughed at me so hard that he fell on the grass in helpless laugher. He looked so abandoned in mirth and so appealing that I left off my eating and came to him. I lifted his laughing face and pressed my lips against his warm ones. This was the first kiss since me mum died but this was different. In a moment we were both breathing with heavy sighs. He tore himself away and pointed to the food. He was right. First we must eat and then fortify ourselves against the demands our love making might make.

    The food was delicious, many unfamiliar to me and one plant I had to spit out, it was so hot and spicy. This produced more gales of laughter on the part of Koai. He was such fun to be with.

    His wonderful nature seemed equal to his good looks.

    At last we finished our repast and still naked we entered the dark interior, lit only but the chinks in the thatch. Koai sat on the cot and waved me close. My cock sprang up as I stood in front of him, his warm breath fanning the surface of my covered organ. Soon the cover retreated and the strawberry colored head was exposed. Koai leaned forward and his pretty tongue lashed at the head. My cock jumped in passion and began leaking honey. He licked the droplets away and then placed his full pink lips over the head and sucked gently. I began to moan. He backed away and looked up at me in consternation. I smiled down at him and pushed his face back to it’s task, which he resumed, apparently satisfied that I was not in pain. I continued soft moans as he brought me rapidly to a crashing pulsation of spunk shooting out the head. He lapped it all up and rubbed his stomach to signify that he liked it. He pointed to his own rampant cock. I took his hands and lifted him off the cot and took his place. I put my arms around his backside and pulled his prong to me. It was larger even than mine, it’s tender pink head contained a piss slit which was large and now opening and pulsing. He was well into his excitement, his chest puffing and his eyes rolling upwards in pleasure. I was not experienced in this sort of love making but I working manfully to bring about his crashing climax.

    I think he fainted a moment as he emitted great quantities of creamy fluid, sweetened by his clean diet.

    We lay down together and embraced, trying all sorts of kisses, my tongue becoming bold and aggressive then yielding to Koai’s equally vanquishing tongue until we were both panting in excitement. Koai’s hand found my cock which was hard and in full display. He stroked in, making cooing sounds of love toward it.

    I enjoyed it and felt a superiority that had been stiffled by my inferior position on board. I rose and stood by the bed. He looked at me questioningly. I lifted his slim hips and arranged his body so that his arse was facing me and his head rested on his warm tan forearms. I could see he was shaking. He felt vulnerable and unprotected. There was a sheen of sweat on his perfect back. His back called to me. I placed kisses all over and he crooned in pleasure his body undulating in passion.

    Finally I reached for his gorgeous rump and spread the cheeks.

    There was his secret hole, ringed in soft dark hair. The opening was puffing in and out in a kissing motion. He was begging for my cock to penetrate him to subjugate him.

    With a cry of the jungle I grabbed his hips and put my prong at the soft opening. He cried out at the entry. ‘Oh Billy, Billy.’

    But I pushed on until the entire shaft of my cock was inside him.

    Now his back was dripping in nervous sweat and fear. I paused and waited then began a slow fucking motion. He seemed to relax and he helped the motion slightly. By this time I couldn’t see or hear, I was being transported into a new world. Now I understood why the captain was so driven to this activity. I began heartlessly slamming in and out. I reached around his body and grabbed his cock. It was soft from fear. I continued my pounding and finally let out a series of involuntary loud grunts as my cock spew into his hot insides.

    I pulled out. I leaned in to kiss him. He was crying. I was not sure what to do. I patted him and got up. I went out to the beach and took a short swim to cool my hot body after the sex. I lolled around, floating on my back for awhile and then the picture of that hot boy reentered my mind. In an instant I was erect and wanting. I walked back to the cabin and entered.

    There was Koai, dressed in western clothes reading some documents at a table.

    I walked over. ‘Koai look.’ I pointed to my erection and made fucking motions.

    He looked at me sadly. ‘No Billy, I don’t want you to fuck me.

    You are rough and do not show love. I thought you would be different.’

    We spoke a bit and I found out that he was assistant administrator at the large island this was his personal retreat place. He had learned English from a missionary who still remained there. He had pretended no English thinking it would be sex for me.

    I had been so abused growing up that I didn’t realize that I had in my arms a person who had offered love and could have been a life partner.

    I left sadly, rowed back and rejoined the captain and crew. That night the captain randy from a few days with no sex activity was not so gentle. He banged me hard and I found a little blood when I shit.

    In my bed, on the floor, next to the captain’s cot I found tears springing to my eyes, tears of regret for a lost love and tears for my own bleak future.

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  • Alan Tries Cottaging

    Alan was an 18 year old lad, 5’8′ tall, slim build but athletically fit, with a dark mop of hair. As he cycled home after a tiring day at school, something drew his attention to the public toilets at the base of the bridge crossing the river. Perhaps it was a sudden need for a piss. Or perhaps, after his afternoon sports, his hormones were in running in over-drive on the production line. It was never easy coping with the changing rooms, being the only gay lad as far as he was aware. So he coasted his push bike down to the toilets and chained to an iron fence opposite.

    Alan strolled in nervously through the doorway marked gents. A mixture a stale urine and disinfectant filled the air. There were only three cubicles and each had green vandalised and door thick with graffiti and punched or kicked holes. The urinal was the type where you pissed up aganst a ceramic wall with guttering running in front of your feet. As he entered he found himself alone in there. He stood at the urinal about three quarters the way along with feet apart. He unfastened his belt and waistband to his badly scuffed black flannels and unzipped the fly, opening them wide so he could slide down the elasticated waist of his white boxers with is left hand, allowing the right hand easy access to his fully matured uncut cock.

    Alan stood upright, spreading his feet further apart to avoid splashing his dirty trainers unneccessarily. His maroon blazer hung open with a stale aromour of teenage odour under the arms. The school badge hung sadly from his ripped breast pocket. His white shirt, covered in grime from playtime scuffles, was open at the top and decorated with a clumsily knotted maroon and white tie, which hung loosened to fit over the head without being tightened. He looked down at his cock, at the little nob of skin from which his urine would escape. He slid the skin back down his shaft a little, exposing the shiny glans of his nob head, before letting the foreskin return to it’s place. He wasn’t ready to relieve himself of piss yet. He was hoping he wouldn’t be unaccompanied for much longer.

    It wasn’t too long before that hope was fullfilled. A tall broad man in his 30s came in, dressed in old black leathers. His head was shaved but he had a longish gingery beard and tattoos round his neck. A typical biker sterotype.

    He boldly entered and came and stood right next to Alan and likewise got his cock out. He too was uncut. It didn’t take Alon long to discover this. He didn’t hide the fact he was looking. So neither did he make an effort to move, to give the supposed biker a little more elbow space.

    As Alan stared at the biker’s cock release its flow, Alan began to piss too.

    ‘Oh yes’ he gently moaned with closed eyes, as if at last he was able to relieve his bursting bladder of its burden. His eyes rolled up behind closed lids at the bliss he felt. When he open then again he allowed their focus to homeback in on the biker’s cock. He noticed it had grown and become a little ridged. Alan’s cock immediately began to respond likewise. Before he knew it he felt the palm of a hand planted firmly on his buttocks.

    Suddenly fantasy was merging with reality. Alan became awash with nerves and guilt as alarm bells rang in his head. The hand was inside his trousers but outside his boxers. Only the thin worn fabic seperated the caress of the biker’s rough palm and Alan’s firm rump. It felt so good. The biker’s other hand came round to Alan’s front, under the last streams of golden fluid.

    Alan was pissing over his hand. As soon as the last drips of Alan’s flow had stopped he was pulled round to face the biker and their lips met.

    Alan didn’t move nor did he try to resist. He was in a state of disbelief and longing. Half of him wanted to run saying enough was enough, but the other half was telling him to stay as things were only just beginning. But he also felt overpowered in the bikers firm hold and allowed himself to give in. He opened his mouth feeling the warmth and wetness of the biker’s tongue inside, and responded by letting his own tongue meet his and wrestle. The beard at first looked rough, but was surprisingly soft round his face and lips. As Alan contemplated this he suddenly found himself being whisked into a cubicle.

    As if there was no time to lose, the biker pulled down his leather pants and briefs, exposing the full view of his hairy manhood. But Alan didn’t have a moment to allow his eyes to take it all in before the biker pulled Alan’s clothes down to his ankles. Straight away the biker held a hand to Alan’s chest whilst he himself croutched down and took Alan’s cock deep into his mouth. The hot wet warmth brought Alan to an instand hard-on as the biker went for him with all he had without a second to spare. Alarm bells rang in Alan’s head. He felt trapped. He could move or fight back. But then again he didn’t want to. He held onto the back of the biker’s shaved head and pushed himself deeper down his throat. It only took a brief moment before Alan felt himself goint to explode. He was too out of breath to warn the biker and had little warning himself. It all happened so quckly. Suddenly his hot cream was spurting down the biker’s gullet and he took every last drop, sucking on Alan’s nob like a hungry kid on a lollipop.

    Alan felt a great wash of ecstacy crash through his entire body. His knees buckled beneath him, but before he could fall the biker had him in his arms.

    He quickly got up and turned Alan round, pushing him forward and bending him over. Before he knew it Alan felt the biker’s cock pressing into his virgin arse. Alan’s was n’t ready for this and tried to straighten up. His hands slammed into the wall behind the bowl to prevent himself falling over. Next thing he knew a hand was plastered over his mouth and another round his waist, pulling him back onto the biker’s cock. With a sudden rip roaringly painful jolt he was more than aware the full length and girth of the biker’s cock was inside his tight shute.

    Tears filled Alan’s eyes. He wasn’t ready for this. After a brief pause the biker started to pump. He was going for it. He meant business. After a few moments Alan started to feel accustomized to the biker’s thrusting cock. His arse was slightly loosening up to it. As the thrusting continued Alan felt not only the biker’s balls banging against his own, but an unbelievable sensation onside him as well. Could this be his g spot he had heard so much about? Either way he was in a mixture of shear pleasure and pain. He didn’t think he could take much more of it. His little love shute was beginning to hurt like hell. He tried screaming behind the muffling hand. Then it was all over. The biker withdrew and was on the point of collapsing himself as if he’s just run the london marathon. He was sweating like a pig and panting for air.

    ‘Oh man’ he goes, ‘That was awesome. You got a fucking tight arse, man’ At that he was pulling up his pants and trousers. ‘I gotta go’ he said, ‘meet you here again?’

    Alan looked at him, tears still filling his eyes. But a big grin spread across his face. ‘Hell yeah’ he said, ‘why not?’

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  • Maybe – For Money

    I live at 1800 West Street; Sean lives at 1801 Oak Street. His house backs onto my backyard. Therein a story unfolds.

    My name is Jack O’Brien. I’m a second generation Irishman, Sean is also Irish. But that’s the only way we are alike except that we look like brothers. Same dark curly hair, pale skin, dark blue eyes, tilted nose and wide humorous mouths. We both smile a lot. Sean shows peppermint white teeth you’d like to lick.

    I think you get that we are neighbors of different ages. Sean is now at the start of his eighteenth year, I am twenty-seven and probably seems part of his father’s generation.

    I moved into this old house four years ago when Sean was a mere fourteen. Cute as hell even then, but now he is a paragon of young beauty. I think he knows it somewhat as he dresses somewhat provocatively for a straight youth. Last week he showed up at my door wearing loose fitting denim overalls that had cutoff legs. They showed off his Irish hairy lower legs and stood it little away from his slim body almost down to his hips. He stood there smiling at me. I think he knows I am gay and he is enjoying teasing me. I love it. He helped me move in four years ago and I know he saw my collection of DVD’s and especially the naked guys on the cover.

    I must be perplexing to him. First off, I am as straight acting as his Dad. I play superior softball on the local team. I got muscles.

    I came to this community to take a job as a history teacher at Agnes Girls Academy, a prestigious girl’s prep school. (There you go; you thought I’d work at a boy’s school.) Sean told me that his parents think I have a married girl friend around and that is why no one sees a woman around me. ‘They figure you have to be careful because you’re a teacher, you know.’ He smirked at me as if we shared a secret. That child can be irritating some times but forgiving him for his sins is a regular thing for me. I think that he knows, that I know, that he slips in to my garage and steals beers from the old frig there. But he doesn’t know that I know that he has slipped into my house and checked it out. There is nothing there to suggest man sex except for the old DVD’s he has already seen. He also helped himself to some five-dollar bills I was saving in my top draw. I never mentioned it, but I did change my locks.

    Sean is a randy teenager. He has a girls friend Beverly for the last year and they do a lot of sexual stuff behind his garage. The view from my place is blocked by hedges, but he didn’t figure on my upstairs window in the extra bedroom used for storage. I can look down and clearly see the activity, especially (I blush) with binoculars. I have a good idea of what is going on with those two. He wants bj, she won’t. She allows breast play and even licking. I think she went into orgasm a few times. He slips his head under her skirt and apparently does a good licking job. He cock is protruding from his jeans. You heard of bobble heads? This is a bobble cock as it jumps as he crouches and works on the girls slit. I could see her convulse. She has a nice doggie to take care of her, but when our hero stands and holds his painfully stiff cock toward her she shakes her hand. Once he got angry and motioned for her to scram. When she was gone he started stroking and twice looked up at my house. Finally his face screwed up into a horrible, but cute, grimace as he shot copious quantities of thick, milky spooge onto his father’s strawberry beds. I wonder if they helped the growth because they were gigantic berries when ripe. I got a whole bowl from his Dad and they were delicious, especially accompanied by the mental picture of gorgeous Sean shooting on them.

    What exactly is my sex life. It is non-existent except for my DVD inspired wanking. I have girls in college. Sean knows this and has asked for sex advice. At first I demurred but he was so needy that I did give him tips. More about this later. I met Geoff, an airline pilot for British Airways. We lived together three years. He was killed in that crash in Egypt. I’m not one to go to bars who peep joints. I’m still mourning and will probably get more social soon, but for the present’Jack, you’ve had lots of experience with girls, right?’ His cute face was now cast into his serious look, wrinkles formed on his normally smooth white forehead.

    ‘Y-e-e-e-s-s,’ I said cautiously.

    ‘How do you get a girl to, to, you know, do oral stuff.’

    ‘Maybe you should ask your Dad.’

    He gave a breathy raspberry. ‘Are you kidding? Did you ask your father?’

    He was right. I asked my older brother.

    ‘What exactly do you want me to do? Give you a method to seduce Bev into a blow job?’

    He coughed on his soda. ‘Yeah, I guess.’

    ‘Well you have to get her sexed up, then blackmail her into sucking otherwise you won’t get her off with your tongue.’

    He blushed. It is all I could do to keep from hugging him. ‘How’d you know about what I do?’

    ‘No magic, I just remember my youth, back then, during the Civil War.’

    He seemed to accept that. The other thing I didn’t tell you is that this talk got him worked up and I noticed a big bulge at his crotch. He walked away, back home, slighted humped over. How well I remember that Groucho walk in high school.

    During one of our conversations he told me how much he loved Bev. She’s lucky, I thought, he was so sincere. He told me that he’d die for her if she asked. Oh my and the bitch won’t even give him relief. He’s got a girl but one with no extra dividends.

    Sean’s graduation was coming in a few months. He asked if there was any jobs he could do around the place to earn money. ‘You know, this prom stuff could cost up to $500 bucks and you know my Dad is always broke from the track betting.’

    I wanted to help. I racked my brain. ‘Tell you what, the garage needs to be straighten out, swept and hosed out, but leave the beers alone.’

    He started to say something of denial but then just broke into his trademark grin. He could get over anyone, except Bev, with that. I told him I’d pay $10. ‘Now you only need $490.’

    ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said sadly.

    It was worth the ten. He arrived with broom and pan, wearing brief bathing trunks. He backed around putting things in order, then swept clouds of dust around, most of it tinting his hair gray and then pulled out my hose (not what you think) and proceeded to hose out the place. When he finished he appeared at my back door his think bathing suits hugging his nice long cock and held out his hand. I’m just a patsy for this boy—-I gave him twenty.

    About a week later I was lolling on a beach chair in the backyard soaking up rays, wearing a speedo. Sean appeared and came up to me. I had had my eyes closed and I jumped when he spoke in his slightly hoarse adolescent voice. ‘Jack, I got another ten for baby sitting, but this is ridiculous. Bev’s pressuring me. I’ll need a tux, flowers, limo and motel.’

    ‘You planning to do the old laid-at graduation thing?’

    ‘Yep. Now what I want to talk to you about, now don’t get mad. If you don’t want to do it, we’ll just forget it.’

    I could see this was very difficult for him and his mouth as working and twisting and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on the bridge of his cute nose. ‘I promise I won’t get mad. Now out with I!’

    ‘Well, I heard that gay guys will pay a lot to have, you know, their way with younger guys. I need money, I think you got the need.’

    I was floored by this. But it was so delicious I slipped into an unaccustomed perv role. After all I’ve been lusting after this finest example of teenage beauty for years. ‘You mean, you want to sell you body to me—-for money?’

    ‘Yep,’ he said annoyed, ‘You don’t think I’d do this for any other reason. I’m a hetero male, I don’t hook up with guys, except if I really need money. Course I’ve never done it before, but I know you and I trust you won’t do sick stuff.’

    ‘What’s sick stuff?’

    ‘Ah, I see you are interested. Sick stuff like corn holing me, no kissing and one time only and only for an hour.’ He thought for a moment, ‘And no ever, ever telling anyone, and it’ll be $100.’

    I couldn’t help smiling to myself. The boy had no gayness to him. I have good gaydar and I know yet he’d do the nasty with a guy for money. It made me think of the men in prison, tough guys who had ‘girl friends’ in jail and then when they came out where fully back to being hetero-sexual.

    ‘When you want to do it?’ I asked Sean. Now my voice was shaking.

    ‘Right now if you want, I got dressed for it, just shorts, no underwear, no top no shoes.’ He laughed nervously.

    I took his shoulders, he shied back. ‘It’s okay, I’m just taking you inside. Would you like a beer?’

    ‘You got anything stronger?’

    ‘Yeah, I’ll make you a Martini. Ever had one?’

    ‘No but I heard they’re strong. Make one.’

    His voice was shaking. I made a double for each of us and we sat on the couch in the den. We sipped the drink, Sean made a face, soldiered on and finished it. ‘You don’t have to go through with this.’ I said but he nodded his head grimly and told me to get on with it.

    ‘How about a straight porno?’ I’ve got one DVD.’

    ‘What’s that for, for seducing kids?’

    ‘Ouch,’ I said. ‘Remember this was your idea.’

    I put the tape on and he settled back against the cushion of the couch. This was a really hot tape. He watched with interest. I watched him. He was already a little buzzed from the drink—in fact a lot buzzed. His mouth was lopsided and his eyes was half shut, but little Sean was very active. There was a large bump on his upper leg as his cock elongated.

    ‘It’s really hot. I could fuck that girl gladly. I suppose you like the guy.’ He snickered.

    I decided to regain the upper hand. ‘You ready?’ I asked.

    He stiffened. ‘I guess so. I guess I should take off the shorts, yes?’

    ‘Yes.’

    His attitude was like he was going to get a prostate examine at the doctor. I was encouraged that he was half hard and that he touched himself to lift his cock and balls up out of the tight ‘V’ of his legs. He blushed when he saw me notice it.

    ‘Here goes,’ I said. I reached out and touched his chest. He didn’t expect that. I lightly touched one nipple with me finger. He jumped and his cock got bigger.

    ‘Geez, I didn’t now my pecs were so sensitive.’

    ‘You’re learning something new. Did you like that?’

    ‘I hated it. I’d rather walk on hot coals than do this queer stuff.’

    ‘Thanks for the encouragement. You can stop anytime.’

    ‘No go on queer guy, I’ll just keep thinking of the $100.’

    I continued to excite his nipple, now I was stroking both of them and his cock had risen fully and lay back against his young tight stomach, reaching way above his navel. ‘You ever suck yourself? You could you know, flexible body and long dick.’

    ‘Never thought of it, too gay. Come on. You got only forty-five minutes left.’

    I began rubbing his stomach, bumping against his jumping cock a few times. It flinched each time. I knew the hair on my hair was stimulating his cock as I passed against it. ‘Turn over,’ I said in a commanding voice. He immediately turned over. Ho ho, he takes orders, I thought. He put his head on his crossed arms (Oh that thick, black, Irish pit hair. I could faintly smell his youthful body order coming from there. This jock didn’t believe in deodorant. Oh shit, what a back, smooth, lightly muscled, polished and perfect cascading down to his slim waist. His ass was pert and protruding, with a nice shelf at the upper part. Wait, Oh my fucking back, he has my favorite thing, a oval of fine hair at the top of his ass cheeks, ending before the waist. He seemed to have fallen asleep, at least he was quiet. I leaned over and pressed my lips against the hollow of his upper back. He lifted his head, ‘Hey, no kissin’.’ He slurred his words, how cute.

    I assured him that I had no intention of kissing him, this was just the same as rubbing his body. The screwy logic seemed to satisfy him and he settled back with a resigned sigh, but soon there was another kind of sigh as I wetly kissed my way all over his back. The signs continued. ‘You really get off on that, don’t you?’

    ‘It’s okay’ he said but had to clear his throat several times to get the words out.

    Good, I thought, you’re getting with the program, my program, not yours. I now kissed to dimple on the side of his ass cheeks. There was a nice smell around here. I gave the other cheek similar treatment. I noticed he was holding his ass tight with his athletic muscles. I gave his ass a smart slap. ‘Hey!’ he shouted, ‘What’s that all about?’

    ‘It’s punishment because you are holding your ass cheek tight. I’m not going to fuck you, relax, I just want to make you feel good with my tongue.’ I have a long tongue. It’s very celebrated in certain circles. I took my hands and spread his cheeks. This time he didn’t resist. I swept his hairless, pink, virgin asshole with my tongue. ‘Fuck, what was that? You are a pig Jack. How can you lick my asshole.’

    ‘Want me to stop?’ There was no answer. Now for the heavy artillery. I pushed my tongue out as far as it would go and make the tip small and entered his fragrance ass. He immediately began sighing and his back broke out in sweat. He was beginning to have a zoo-like sexual odor that is better than perfume. He was now partly hypnotized from sensation. He wanted more. He probably didn’t realize that his ass was fully relaxed and he was imperceptivity pushing back again my tongue. I slipped in a few inches. He mewled in pleasure. I had him! Now I felt for his young small nut-like prostate. Ah, I found it as he reared up from the waist. ‘Geez, Jack, you’re killing me. You are some damn, fucking weirdo. Er, keep it up. It feels kinda nice.’

    I now began sliding my tongue and pressing against his boy clit. He was in full ecstasy now, his hip undulating, I had to hold the sides of his ass to keep my stuff going. I knew his cock was getting stimulation from the sheet under it and I didn’t want him to come out of sight. I stopped the tongue action. I was just about to ask him to turn over when he did so and rested on his elbows. ‘What’s the matter? Why you stop? I was just getting’ ready to spew.’

    ‘That’s good. You kinda like gay stuff huh? But time is up. The money’s on the table. Bye.’

    ‘Hey wait. It’s okay if you take a little longer and finish it—me—up.’

    ‘Lil’ Sean wants his rocks off. Even if it’s with a queer?’

    ‘Oh fuck you. Yeah, I’m hot and hurtin’ get with it, make me cum.’

    ‘Layback, put your arms behind your head. Just relax and let ol’ Jack do his stuff.’

    I could now see both pits, shiny with sweat and fragrant with his special Sean smell. I leaned in and sniffed them. He lifted his head. ‘You are some sicky. Come on. I want a suck job. You know how to do it.’ He snickered at his cleverness but soon fell into a sex stupor as my tongue raked the underside of his cock that lay stretched and hard on his belly. ‘Oh, oh. Nice Jack. Don’t stop. Really take it. I’m really hot.’

    I stroked Sean’s cheeks lovingly. ‘You’ll cum soon, I promise and you will love it.’ But I secretly thought ‘for the first time.”

    I lifted his hard warm sticky cock to a better angle and moved my mouth within an inch and blew softly. His whole trunk lifted to get more contact. I smiled at his avidness. I could get him to do anything now to achieve that cum. I put my lips over the head, pushing his foreskin back as I did so. I tasted pre-cum, sweet and heavy. I moved deeper, three inches and allowed my tongue to lick the back side of the head. He was moaning now. ‘Jack, you fucking shit, you are killing me. Get me off.’

    I moved deeper onto his shaft, my nose was an inch from his luxuriant Irish pubes. Oh, the smell was fabulous. He was beginning to lift his hips to fuck my mouth. I slid deeper until his cockhead was in back of my throat. ‘Oh shit, Jack, this is heaven. I getting close to shootin’. Do you want me to warm you?’

    I took my mouth away a minute and he make disappointed sounds. ‘No kiddo, just let it rip. Enjoy your hundred bucks.’

    He settled back his eyes tightly shut, his mouth cast into a kissy lips. I had an idea. ‘Sean.’

    ‘Bastard, what now. Get to work. I’m dying here.’

    ‘I will right away, but first, can I give you a little neighborly kiss?’

    He let out his breath in annoyance. ‘Okay, just a quick one and let’s get back on the program.’

    I pride myself on being a great kisser as Sean found out. I pressed my lips against his tightly closed mouth. His lips were feverously hot. I moved them slightly. I could hear his breathing increasing. I pressed again. His lips opened up. I slipped my magic tongue inside and found his retracted tongue. I touched it. Suddenly his arms reached up and went around my neck and his tongue came a calling. He slid our tongue back and forth. He was breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling. He was so impassioned with the kissing that I thought he’d might come right then. I pulled back. His mouth was still in a kiss formation. He flushed. I think he was embarrassed by his making out with me.

    I went back to his hard cock and immediately took it deep into my throat and used a swallowing technique. He was flipping up and down and moaning out loud. He was totally in orbit now, slave to the sensations I was giving him. I could taste lots of pre-cum. He was a big leaker. Now he gets his reward. I began tonguing and moving up and down. He should have cum by now but the heavy stimulation had crossed his wires and he was struggling and gasping and moaning but he couldn’t cross the line. I lifted up. ‘Sean, I’m going to help you cross the river.’ I reached around and entered his ass. At the same time I got back on the horse and began a vigorous sucking. My finger found his hot spot. I stroked it. He was choking with excitement and calling my name, and cursing me at the same time. Suddenly all sound stopped and all movement. His body went into totally lock. Then he began small sounds like hiccups. His cock seemed to get longer then pulled in to ready itself for launch. The first small spurt was accompanied by a shout from Sean, ‘Oh shit, I spilling, get ready.’ The second spurt was much heavier and he was crying out his passion. Three more loads followed and then little deliveries as he began to calm down.

    He lay there, his eyes closed, bathed in sweat. ‘Did you like that Sean?’

    ‘It was okay,’ he said and then laughed as I cuffed him in the arm.

    ‘Tell you what, I enjoyed it although I didn’t cum. What would you say to an addional $100 for wankin’ me off.’

    ‘Euew! That would be really queer. But I do need the money. Just don’t look at me when I do it, kay?’

    I lay down like he had, my arms behind my head. My cock was very aroused and already slimy with pre-sum. He gingerly reached out and took my cock. ‘You ever fool around with your friends?’ I asked as my breathing began to increase.

    ‘Naw, I know some do it but I was too interested in getting started with girls. I know a lot of the guys stare at me in the locker room but I just ignore them.’

    He knew how to wank, he had eighteen years of training on himself. I tried to keep quiet so as not to scare him but his smooth teenage fingers were so hot on my cock that I moaned a bit. He took his hand back. ‘Am I doing it wrong?’

    ‘No it’s s-o-o good.’

    He resumed and now put his fist around it and began a nice slow rhythm. I was breathing hard. ‘Enjoy it Jack. This’ll be the one and only time.’

    I knew that was not likely to be true. My guy was hooked. Pretty soon he said, ‘Jack, I think you’re ready to deliver, your balls up up around the shaft and the head is getting purple. You have to up the price for me to continue.’ Then he laughed evilly. ‘Only kidding, let’s launch this cum now.’ He began a fast pace up over the head and then down again. I was bawling with pleasure and he seemed to enjoy what effect his shagging make on me.

    ‘Sean, here it cums.’ I shot all over my chest and some went on his smooth, tan arm, some into my hair. What a mess but it was fabulous. At last he saw that I had no more to give and I had gotten sensitive.

    ‘Okay neighbor, enjoyed being with you but I gotta run now.’ Sean said putting on his shorts.

    We resumed our normal relationship. He still stole beer but about a week before the prom he told me that he was still about $100 short and would I consider, you know.

    ‘Sean, the only think I would consider is if you fuck me. I know neither of us ever did it. It would be something different.’

    He thought for a moment. ‘Well, okay, it’s icky. Can you clean yourself a lot first and get me a condom. I’m not ready to be a father.’ He laughed a long time. ‘How about in an hour?’

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