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Morning came soon enough.  My bunk violently rocking me awake.  “Rise and shine Private.”  The Sergeant was at the foot of my bunk.  My eyes fluttered open as I tasted the previous nights deluge of cum resonating on my breath.

“0600, Private.  You don’t want to keep LTC Madsen and Colonel Parker waiting.  Get your worthless ass up and get to the showers.”

“Yes sir, Sergeant.”

I quickly popped up.

“Still in that dirty jock?”

“Yes sir.”

The Sergeant followed me to the shower room.  My barrack mates were usually up and out by 0500.  Even after them leaving, the shower room was still damp and smelled of men and cum.  The scent made my cock throb in my dirty jockstrap.

“You have one minute to clean up slug.”  The Sergeant blared.

I positioned myself under a nozzle and reached out to turn on the water.

“Not yet maggot, I’ll tell you when to turn the water on. About face Private!”

I rotated to face the Sergeant.  He was unzipping his fly.  He reached in and released his thick cock.

“On your knees Private.”

My knees already had touched the damp tile before he finished his statement.

Looking up at him.  He stiffly pulled his arm up and pressed a button on his watch.

“You have one minute to shower.  Your time begins now.”  He firmly stared down at me and his cock started releasing a hot stream of piss.

“Bathe faggot.”

I knew I should have been repulsed, but I knew my place and began rubbing my chest and stomach as his manly water soaked my skin.

“That’s it Private, rub it in.  You have 40 seconds left.”

I leaned in letting the Sergeant’s piss lather my face and mouth.  His taste sent jolts to my crotch.  My hands rubbing my neck as my jock was soaked through.  The Sergeant had unlocked a new service for me to provide, and he knew it.

“A urinal for me and my men.  That’s all you are.”

His stream subsided and I was quickly reminded who was in charge.  He was right.  It was my duty to serve however he saw fit. The Sergeant switched on the water valve and stepped back.  A rush of icy cold water hit the top of my head.

“Ten seconds.”

I quickly washed what I could.  Still on my knees, the water stopped just as my countdown to one ended.

“Now make yourself presentable for Christ sakes.”

I shuffled back to my bunk in my wet jock.  I quickly toweled off while the Sergeant scribbled a note.  He watched me get dressed.  As I sat on my bunk and pulled my boots on he stepped in front of me.  The outline of his cock in his uniform just before my eyes.

“Take this note to the commander.  You can read it on the way.”

I took the folded note and SGT Hill grabbed my chin and tilted my head back to look toward his face above.

He held my chin for a moment, but it felt like an eternity.  He grinned slightly.  Looking up I returned with a smile.  His lips puckered and he spit at my mouth.

“Dismissed Private.”

Licking my lips, I left the barracks and headed across the parade field.  Unfolding the note that SGT Hill sent along with me.

LTC Madsen-

For your use.  Return when you see fit.

-SGT

I blushed as I folded the note back in half and felt my cock twitch in my damp jock pouch.  What would the LTC and Parker do to me.  How long would I be in their possession?  Would this be a new assignment?  My stomach was in knots.

I reached the commander’s office and sat waiting just outside of his door like the morning before.  I could hear muffled conversation through the door.  I couldn’t make out what they were discussing, but I adjusted myself in the chair and could feel my hole getting wet.  No doubt it was the LTC’s load from yesterday still trying to cling to my insides but escaping.  I licked my bottom lip.  It still tasted like the sergeant’s saliva.

I closed my eyes as I waited. The night’s seemingly endless use of my throat for my company had taken its toll.  As much as I enjoyed pleasing my bunk mates and my protein diet, my cock desperately needed relief.  I could feel it pressing against my thigh as the drying jock started to itch.  It was covered in my precum, other men’s cum and now the Sergeant’s piss.  I was marked as a faggot.  I’m sure any real man could smell me from a mile away.

The door of the office opened.  My eyes opened just as LTC Madsen stepped out.  I quickly stood at attention.

“Good Morning Private.”

“Good Morning Sir.”

He stepped to the side, and I saw a man sitting on the couch in his office.

“Come in, Private.”

As I entered the LTC closed the door behind me.  I heard the click of the lock as the man on the couch stood.  He was lean and at least 6’-4” by my estimate.  It was Parker.

His skin a deep shade of brown, his face clean shaven just as his head.  I saluted and stood at attention.

“At ease Private…Fuckhole.”  The Colonel said as a smile came across his face.

I could feel my face flushing red.  He had watched Madsen use me in the conference room yesterday.  I had no idea what the consequences were going to be.

“No need to be embarrassed Private Fuckhole.  The Army has traditions and your duty as company fuckhole is an important role.”  LTC Madsen said as he and the Colonel looked me over.

I was still clutching the sergeant’s note in my hand.

“A message for me Private?”

“Yes, sorry sir.” Handing Madsen the note.

He unfolded, read it, and chuckled.  He handed to the Colonel and they both laughed.   

Colonel Parker sat back down on the leather couch.

“You see, Private, I have a difficulty finding a proper hole.  One that is trained to take on anything I throw at it.  When Madsen here told me about your services, I had to see for myself.  Our conference call yesterday sealed the deal.  Get undressed Private.”

“Yes sir Colonel.”

I quickly undressed as the two officers watched.  I neatly folded my uniform as Madsen had instructed yesterday.  Hopefully this pleased the Colonel as well.

Both were rubbing their bulges as I turned back to face them.  Madsen sat on the couch next to the Colonel.   The sound of the leather couch echoed in the office as the both adjusted themselves.

“Damn fuckhole, that is one of the dirtiest jockstraps I have set eyes on.  How long have you been wearing it?” Parker asked as he started to unzip his pants.

“Over a week Sir.  I’m not really sure the exact number of days.  I only take it off to shower.”

“Why are you still standing over their fuckhole.  When the Colonel unzips your position is on your knees.” Madsen barked.

“Sir Yes Sir.”

I knelt between Parker’s spread legs as I reached to undo his belt.

“What the biggest cock in the company, private?” the colonel asked.

I racked my brain.  There had been so many.  I searched my cocksucker memory. Darren’s was bigger than the sergeant and Madsen’s, but was it the biggest?

“He’s serviced so many that he can’t remember.” Madsen laughed.

“Eight inches, I think, Sir.” I slowly slid his leather belt loose and undo his button?

“Any of them uncut?”

“A couple Sir” I say as I begin to pull his pants open.

“Well fuckhole, today is your lucky day.  The Colonel here has the biggest cock on the base.  The trouble is, recently, there has been no one here that can take it.”

The cocksucker that I had become was eager to release the Colonel’s cock.  I slipped my finger under the waistband of his BVDs and slowly tugged them over the mount of meat that lay beneath.  My eyes widened as his cock flopped out and fell against his smooth abdomen.  It was at least 7” soft and quickly swelling.  A thick layer of dark foreskin covered its tip.

“Get to work private.  Show me you have earned this.”

I began to stroke the Colonel’s piece.  It was definitely the biggest I had ever seen.  Still hardening in my hand it was as thick as my forearm.  How was I going to manage getting this into my body?

My contemplation was quickly interrupted when I felt Madsen’s firm hand across my cheek.

“What are you waiting for fuckhole.  The Colonel doesn’t have all day!”

I snapped to my senses and placed the head of the large shaft at my lips.  I stuck out my tongue and immediately tasted the Colonel’s salty precum.  My tongue probed his foreskin, desperate to reach the mushroom head that I knew was hidden beneath.  I could feel his wet piss slit with the tip of my tongue.

“That’s good Private. Do you like my taste?  I never pull the foreskin back when I take a leak.  Only let cocksuckers like yourself clean under there for me.  You like it don’t you?  The company cocksucker fuckhole.”

I could only nod and except the fact that I was exactly as he described.  I added my other hand around his thick shaft.  My fingers barely intersected at the top of it.  I swirled my tongue around the head and the Colonel grabbed my ears and began to pull my head closer.

I stretched my lips and adjusted my jaw trying to please him.  My eyes began to water as his head bumped into the back of my throat.  There was no way I could suck him like I had the others.  This was impossible.  I started to gag.  Fearful that my belly of company spunk was going to come up, I began to squirm on the floor.  My knees pushing under the front of the couch.   I was trapped.

“Breathe through your nose private.” The Colonel said firmly.

Madsen leaned forward and placed his hand on the back of my head as I felt the Colonel’s cock lengthen.  It inched further into my throat as the firm grip on my head push me further down.

“Good private. Keep going.  Only a few more inches to go.”

“Damn fuckhole, I think you are going to do it.  All 11 inches of my cock.  I haven’t seen a cocksucker take the whole thing in a long time.”

I closed my glassy eyes and my throat was contracting and accepting the invasion.  What I thought was impossible had become reality when I felt the Colonel’s pubes tickle my nose.

The Lt colonel’s hand rubbed down my back and I felt his finger slide in my well used hole.

“Still wet from yesterday I see private.  I’m glad the men have been keeping you lubed and ready.”

The Colonel began to rock my head back and forth along his massive bazooka sized cock.  It was so thick that barely any of my saliva was able to escape my lips.  He would pull me back halfway on the shaft just until his head was at the back of my throat and then pull me back towards him until my chin dug into his swelling balls.

“Yeah Parker use his throat.  Private faggot loves to suck army cock.”  Madsen stood and unleashed his own thick 7” army cock and stepped behind me.  “Spit for lube today fuckhole.” As he bent down and spat at my leaking hole.

As the Colonel assaulted my mouth Madsen wrapped the waist band of my filthy jock around his wrist.  Twisting it tightly as he placed his cock at my crack.

I instinctively reached back and pulled my cheeks wide to open my hole for the Lt colonel’s impending maneuvers.

“See Colonel I told you private fuckhole here would be a fast learner.  Sloppy hole and throat.  Too bad he smells of the Sergeant’s piss.”  He and the Colonel laughed as Madsen thrust into me.

I tried to hold in my moan but grunted around the Colonel.

“Fuck Madsen keep fucking that ass.  The moaning on my cock feels great.”   

The officers railed me from both ends.  Parker’s hands on my head and Madsen’s on my hips.  My mind went blank.  My brain worked to control my throat and ring to please the two higher ranking men.  They worked in unison to the point that I felt like their cocks were meeting in my cum filled belly.

“I’m close Parker.  Let’s fill him with our cum.”   

“Oh yeah Madsen, fuck him harder.  Make him moan like a the bitch cocksucker he is.”

I could feel the two cocks swelling inside me, the end was coming soon.  At least I hoped it would.  If not these two would rip me in half on the floor of the commander office.

Killed in action my file would say.  I doubt getting fucked to death was something that the Army would put in my file.

The Colonel pushed in as far as allowable.  He grunted loudly as his load cascaded down my gullet.  Choking down the Colonel’s load was going to be easy, his cock was nearly to my stomach at this point.

As his balls tightened on my chin, I felt the hot flood of the Lt Colonels cum coat my prostate.   His final thrust pushing it in deeper.  He smacked my ass and stood slinging the last of his load on my back.

“What did I tell you Parker.  Like Hill said, best throat on the base.”

“Indeed.” the Colonel smiled as he pushed me off his length.  “Didn’t gag much at all.”

He slid his fingers around in my mouth.  “Swallowed everything like a good cocksucker.”

“Did you like that Private fuckhole?”

“No sir”

“Your cock says otherwise.”

I looked down to see the head of my cock peeking out of my waistband.  I reached down and pushed my cock down into the pouch.

I knew I was there for the officer’s pleasure, not my own.  The Colonel sat forward and twisted my nipples.  I winced trying to not show my pain.  He tugged at my ball sack just as the Sergeant did most mornings.

“When’s the last time you came Private?”

“Um, last week sir.  In my sleep.  I woke up wet.”

The two laughed and stood above me as they zipped back up.

“What are you still doing here Private Fuckhole?  Get your slimy ass dressed and back to your barracks.”  Lt Colonel Madsen said as he fell into his desk chair.

“Us men have some planning to do.”

The Colonel walked over to me as I finished dressing.  I stood at attention.  My throat and ass sore from the pounding they had brought upon me.

He placed his hand firmly around my throat.  Glaring into my eyes.  “Don’t you cum again until ordered Private.  Do you understand?

I nodded in agreement.

“What?”

“Yes sir”.

He released me.  My eyes went back to Madsen.

“Dismissed Private.”

In an effort to form a routine and perhaps make some friends in the city I’d recently moved to I joined the local swimming pool. Almost every day after work I would take the short walk from the office to the pools, have a swim, get changed, bus home, cook, eat, read for a while, then fall asleep. My interactions with my two housemates – strangers whose flat I’d found advertised online – were minimal; they were both a little older than me, and we all worked full time and tended to be too tired or busy to socialise much beyond common courtesies. This arrangement suited me well; I have always seen myself as a quiet type, preferring to spend my time with my books or my guitar.

One of my housemates, Linda, went away for a few weeks to house-sit a place belonging to some friends of her parents. The other flattie, Dominic, was alright really but in all honesty I found him a little eccentric and he likely found me to be rather dull, so when I came home after an invigorating (read: exhausting) evening swim one Tuesday I was pleased to find that I had the flat to myself.

Too spent to cook, I reheated some leftover quiche in the microwave and settled down on the living room sofa with a cup of tea and my novel. Just when I was becoming properly absorbed in the story – it was around 9 in the evening at this point – the front door clicked open and the hallway adjoining the living room was filled with sounds of drunken laughter and of coats and shoes being flung off.

“This is my roomie,” said Dominic, gesturing my way but not really looking at me. The friend he’d brought around, a pretty girl with long, shiny brown hair and a rather disagreeable felt beret perched herself on the arm of the sofa and began to introduce herself to me, flirtatious but only half attentive. She was clearly more interested in Dominic and whatever it was he was doing in the kitchen, making a racket looking for a corkscrew and wineglasses and pouring crisps and nuts into bowls. I was disappointed that my peace had been broken; anxious, given the bottle of wine being uncorked and the evident inebriation of the pair that my Tuesday night was going to be spent trying to ignore chatter and laughter passing through the thin wall between the living room and my bedroom, and more than a little self-conscious about my chlorine-matted hair.

As I rose from the sofa, collecting my empty plate and teacup and putting them in the dishwasher, I declined Dominic and the girl’s invitation for me to join in, which I felt was probably out of nicety rather than a genuine desire for my presence. I said goodnight and retreated to my bedroom. Sitting on my bed, I knew that it was too early for me to try to go to sleep; I would just wind up being disturbed by the noise from the next room. My book had lost its appeal, for I felt too tired now. More than this, I began to feel a nagging sense of being left out, and although I had no real interest in Dominic or the girl a part of me secretly yearned to fix my hair, moisturise my face, and go in and have a glass of wine.

As I sat thinking about what to do, I heard the front door open once again. I instinctually expected it to be Linda, who worked as a nurse and often came home late on weekdays, before I remembered that she was house-sitting. I reasoned with a light sense of dread that Dominic had probably invited more people around; yes, I had seen him bring out at least three wine glasses, and none of them for me. My logic was confirmed when I heard the light tread of the girl along the hallway outside my room, and then the sound of a loud kiss followed by the exchange of a hushed joke which I could not make out but which elicited hysterical fits of laughter from the girl and the new addition to the party.

Suddenly feeling both more nervous and somehow more emboldened, I waited for the new guest to be led to the living room, after which I went across the hall into the bathroom to comb my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt rather handsome. The regular swimming and the increasingly sunny days as spring replaced winter had put colour in my face and some real brawn on my tall, lean frame. Feeling seduced by my reflection, I dabbed some cologne on my wrists and my neck, then went back to my room to put on a nice shirt and a woollen jumper.

Dominic looked a little annoyed when I re-entered the living room, clearly spruced up to join in, but he offered me a glass of wine nonetheless. I was too nervous to really take my surroundings in, but when I finally looked up from my little glass of Chablis my heart began to thump and my throat felt as though I had swallowed an oversized chunk of apple. On one side of the sofa sat the most gorgeous boy. Perhaps I had seen more conventionally handsome men in airports, libraries, the pools; but this one was in my house, and as he looked deep into my eyes I felt overcome with desire. Sprawled across the sofa with her head in the boy’s lap was the girl; her beret had been removed and he was gently stroking her immaculate hair. Dominic, plonking a new bottle of wine upon the coffee table and fiddling about with the wine knife at its foil cap, introduced the other boy as Peter. Peter nodded in my direction, but did not rise to shake my hand, his clearly occupied with the girl’s hair. I realised that I had already been told her name, but out of disinterest, swim-fatigue, and a desire to escape, I had ignored it.

“Easy tiger,” said Dominic, refilling my glass to the brim, but almost immediately I had finished that one as well, and soon I was helping myself to the wine, but not really talking or listening to the conversation, so distracted was I by Peter’s presence. In the few times I had the gut to look at him, I saw that he was very kind looking, of a similar age to Linda and Dominic (I am 22 and they are in their mid-twenties), but much more handsome than his friend, with long, thick brown hair that was tousled back over a middle part, a crisp white collar, a baby blue cashmere jumper, and grey cords. Everything about him seemed clean and soft, his floppy yet elegant hair, and little gold rings – one in his earlobe, and the other on one of is long, manicured fingers. Like the others he had removed his shoes at the door, and sitting across from me in his socks I felt that he appeared more at home in my living room than I did. Every fibre in me yearned to be in Olanthe’s position – I had by this stage inferred her name from the conversation – my head in his lap, my hair being caressed, feeling his torso contract as he laughed, and his cock separated from my face by mere corduroy.  

Before long the alcohol had taken its effect, and I no longer felt so apprehensive about joining in the conversation. We discussed all kinds of things; the books we were reading, politics, television series. It was Dominic who dominated the conversation from his armchair, and I found that he was actually quite funny, in a sort of drunken nonsensical way. Olanthe had by now risen from Peter’s lap, and was trifling through the kitchen looking for a lighter. Peter didn’t say much, which I found regrettable, because I felt awkward staring at him unless he was saying something. At last Olanthe found a light – one of those oversized ones used for gas stovetops and flambeeing desserts – and she and Dominic went outside for a smoke. Peter and I sat in silence for what felt like minutes. I tried to think of something – anything – to say, but before I had the opportunity he rose and said,

“Gotta take a slash.”

The very moment Peter left the room, I felt a wave of drunkenness wash over me, and sitting on the living room floor, I felt rather wretched. I decided to go to bed, to finally cut off my imposition on their night, and stood up only to fall right over. At that moment Peter came back into the room.

“Someone’s in the bathroom,” he said, and then, “Did you just fall over?”

I looked up at him, and felt tremendously embarrassed, and about to cry. I felt him staring down at me, but then he began to chuckle, and gave me his hand, helping me up. I felt that I was going to be sick, and escaped Peter’s clutch to go to the bathroom and be sick in the sink or the toilet. My connection between what Peter had just told me – that the bathroom was in use – and the projection of an immense quantity of sick from the depths in my bowels occurred in a muddled order, confused further by the fact that as I began to projectile vomit the bathroom door opened and I was sick all over Olanthe, who was coming out of the room with Dominic right behind her, zipping up his fly.

I cannot remember much of what happened after that, but when I woke to the sound of my morning alarm the next day, and later on the bus to work, my mind was occupied by nothing but a searing headache and the self-hatred I felt for having embarrassed myself, Dominic, Olanthe, and most vitally, the glorious Peter.

As I disembarked the bus and walked towards the office, I received a text from Dominic:

“Morning sunshine. Stellar performance last night, really didn’t expect that from you. Olanthe pissed off beyond belief”

I cringed, and felt I might be sick again, when he sent another text:

“In other news, Peter thinks you were a good laugh and said he found you “charming”, that boy truly has a fascinating taste in men, so presuming you are a homo, which whatever obscene cologne you had on last night suggests to me you are, let me know and I’ll give you his number lol”

And finally:

“p.s. Olanthe says you have to transfer her for dry cleaning. And feel free to replace one or more of the two bottles of Seguinot-Bordet you demolished last night. Xx”

It was well after 2 am when we got back to JD’s place, and I was just exhausted. I got my coat and pants and tie off and then just sat on the bed while JD was putting some things away in the kitchen. The next thing I knew I was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. I wasn’t really sure where I was and couldn’t get my bearings, but I was laying on top of the sheet naked. Here I go again….what happened?? It took a sec but I realized I was in JD’s bed…he must have come in after I had fallen asleep waiting for him…and it would be just like him to strip me down….geez….wonder if he had his way with me…I chuckled at the thought and then smelled the wonderful aroma of fresh coffee.

I wrapped a towel around my waist after using the rest room and brushing my teeth and padded out to the kitchen. Once again…I was greeted with the rock-hard ass, bent over the kitchen counter reading the paper, clad in only those white Calvins…..”YUM” “What a Top O’ the morning to ya is that”

JD turned around putting the paper down and walked over and kissed me on the forehead….running his finger down the side of my face…down my neck…down the center of my chest…well..you get the drill….it’s his signature move that gets me a junior going every time.

“Hey now…none of that…we got things to do this morning and it’s already 7….how come you let me sleep so late?”

“It’s your day off…..and besides you didn’t even budge when the alarm went off at 6” as he chuckled.

“Did we have wild, passionate sex last nite or were you just the stalker guy who stripped me and stared”

“Well….I did get get you naked….and I did stare at #2….i guess you could call that stalking…but if we’d had wild animalistic sex you’d remember….trust me”

“Ass…..you can let the #2 thing go alright”

“Nope, not gonna happen. There isn’t much I can hold over your head, so I am gonna abuse that one”

“Whatever……what time did we tell Matt and Chris to meet us?”

“Around 8” “Are you gonna jump in the shower or are you just gonna go with the flow?”

“Im gonna jump in and rinse off…wanna join me?

“Already had mine….Im going to run over to the storage shed and grab the big cooler, grab some ice and beer and water and I will meet ya back here in about 30 minutes”

I laughed because as he was saying that he grabbed his keys and looked like he was headed out his side door to where his truck was parked…..”Are ya going to go like that….I mean it’s totally cool with me if you do…..especially if you jump in the water and those become transparent”

He cracked up and wandered down the hallway returning in a minute dressed in some cargo shorts, a really nice form fitting tank top and his flip flops. He kissed me on the cheek, smacked my ass as he headed towards the door and yanked my towel off….and he was gone.

I sat down and pretended to stare at the newspaper……sipped off my coffee and began to think about last nite….how cool and strange it was at the same time….I thought about Firehouse and how it has all come together…..and I thought about that time in my life several years ago…… Gotta go… gotta jump in the shower…..

I got myself dressed…..blue cargos, a white tank…some of JD’s flips and a baseball hat. I wasn’t much for hats but for some reason today it seemed to go with everything.

JD got back…we loaded up in the truck and headed over to Mag. Matt and Chris were waiting in the lobby as Carly came up front and greeted us with hugs……we sat over in a corner and proceeded to order and eat our breakfast pretty much uninterrupted. We chatted about Chris’ work….they asked about JD’s job…Matt was proud to be on sabbatical and didn’t seem like he was ready to go back anytime soon…. guess he will in the fall.

We finished up and decided to head to the lake. It would be about a 20 minute drive from here and we chatted and laughed all the way there. JD seemed pretty excited to get the boat out and show it off. He asked if either of them wanted to ski and they both thought for a minute and decided to just enjoy the ride… float along… and whatever happens…happens.

We got to the marina and carried all the stuff down. Since this was the first time out this year JD explained he would have to do a little clean up once he got the cover off….fire up the generator for the refrig and mosey on over to the other side to get some gas…..The guys pitched in and we were soon on our way across the lake. Before you knew it everyone was shirtless and enjoying the ride. Matt #1 had on a killer pair of board shorts that were a bit loose and every time he reached or bent I could see the top of his ass crack and the tan line….I joked that he never used to have a tan line…he was always tan…but never had the line. Chris laughed and said as #1 was getting older he was getting less risqué and willing to just wander around the back yard naked….we all laughed at that and #1 flipped us all off. I gotta tell you…he may be getting older but there is nothing about this guy or his body that anyone should be embarrassed about. It hasn’t changed a bit in several years and he is still hot as fuck!

Chris was no slouch in the looks and body department. Somewhat similar in stature to me he was a great looking guy…had a great chest and rock-hard abs….not a washboard but certainly firm and nice looking…and he was one of those with the killer treasure trail leading down the front. And of course…ya’ll know how I feel about JD and how he gets me going. What a sausage fest this was….

JD maneuvered the boat into a small, very private cove that also had a bit of a sandy beach. He dropped the anchor and told us that he wanted to just kick it for a while…maybe have a couple of beers and swim….After a couple of beers Chris decided he was gonna jump in so the next thing you know he and #1 were dropping their shorts and holy cow….there was that ass I hadn’t seen in quite some time….Mr. Adonis had sauntered back into my life…with his equally good looking partner….damn fine specimens of man meat……JD followed suit and stripped and dove in and then so did I. I hadn’t considered we’d be skinny dipping today but the whole thing felt natural and normal, and, in the end, it was fun.

As the afternoon wore on…and we got out of the water…no one was really worried about getting dressed until we saw a patrol boat headed our way. We all threw our shorts back on as the boat rode past us….and we decided it was proly a good idea to head back.

We got the boat back to the marina, unloaded, stuff into the car and headed on our way. During the drive back downtown JD asked the guys if they wanted to come over and BBQ and hang out or would they prefer to go rest a bit and meet for dinner at Theresa’s. Matt#1 suggested that we go clean up a bit….and let them buy us dinner tonite at Theresa’s. We were both down for that…nobody really wanting to cook after being on the lake all afternoon so we agreed to meet in a couple of hours…around 8pm. JD said he would call and make a reservation and we would just meet the guys in the bar at 8.

We got back downtown, dropped Matt and Chris off at their car and were on our way back to JD’s place in no time.

“So, number 1 didn’t seem to shy about shucking his shorts and jumping in the water did he?”

“No….he never has been shy……he spent plenty of time in his back yard naked…..I don’t know that I ever saw him in a suit or shorts when he was swimming or in the hot tub…unless he had company…”

“Well, I gotta say…he’s one built SOB….I can see why you were so enamored with him”

“Why Mr. Cavanaugh…do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

“Come on 2, I saw how you looked at him…..I would be a fool not to be jealous considering how hot you are and how hot he is”

“Come on bud…..you know the story…..and I hope you know that is all past….am I still attracted to him….yes…..do I want to be with him…..if circumstances were different…..maybe…..am I happy with the way things are now…..very!” “I promise you, if there is one thing I learned from my time with Matt…it’s that I will always be honest…..that’s why we are still friends today and why he still holds a place in my heart…cuz we were honest enough with each other to know we were drifting in different directions…..did that hurt….I can look back now and say..yes it did…but it’s because of the time and circumstance……does it still hurt now….no…..”

JD looked away from me as we were getting close to the driveway. When we pulled in I reached over with my hand and moved his face, so he was looking at me. I saw a bit of a tear forming and I reached in and kissed him. It was, I must say, the most soulful kiss we had experienced, and we sat there for a few minutes just relishing in it. He snapped up and said….”Come on lover…we better get a move on”

“Did you just call me lover? Why Mr. Cavanaugh….I do believe you have fallen for me”

“Shut up or I will get towels monogrammed with the number 2 on them!”

I got a hearty chuckle out of that and was pleased that he was smiling and joking again. The irony in all of this was that, all of a sudden, I felt as though I needed to convince him of where things stood between us…not the other way around like usual….kind of weird for me. I guessed that this was really becoming a full blown relationship and maybe Matt’s presence here…seeing him happy having moved on…..and recognizing that I was happy without him….maybe I was finally settled or had come full circle in terms of what I wanted and where I was headed. Clearly it was important to me to include JD in this scenario….to know that things between us would remain as they are…..was I ready for things to go further with JD…..the proverbial next step? I wasn’t sure but I was sure that it felt very natural for him to be a part of my life and future right now.

We got in the house at realized we had about an hour to get cleaned up…get ready…and get on over to Theresa’s to meet the guys. I heard JD talking with Steve on the phone and it appeared they would have a table waiting for us as always….I went on back into the bedroom and got undressed and turned the shower on…hoping JD would find his way back here soon….and he did….he shed his clothes and joined me. No hot sex….no carnal lovemaking….just the two of us soaping each other up….kissing…rinsing each other off in a playful way….and the realization that we were both hard as a rock….if we didn’t get outta there now the boys would have to have dinner on their own.

“JD…..I sure hope you realize and understand how important you are to me….not cuz of the business….not cuz of all the help….not because of your A&F body….but because you are you….and I don’t want you to think otherwise….I know I don’t say it very often….and you are probably left to wonder a lot about where we are…where we are going……I don’t have those answers right now…but what I do know is that I want to find out with you….the two of us together….”

“Ok #2…..I can live with that….and yes I do spend a lot of time wondering because I have, in fact, fallen for you…..and I can’t imagine what things would be like if we hadn’t met so thank you for that….I know I tend to be a little impatient and if I push too fast ya gotta tell me….because when I am with you it’s all, and I mean all systems go!”

“Would ya stop with the #2 thing……” and I smacked him on the ass as I dried off and headed to the bedroom

JD and I arrived at Theresa’s right about 8 pm and the guys were sitting at the bar sipping on a beer. Steve was behind the bar and yapping with them as well as several other guests. The bar was unusually busy for a Sunday night and I was glad….it’s good that the neighborhood is so supportive of the local businesses. Theresa’s has a really eclectic mix of customers…gay, straight…..old, young…professionals, yuppies and even some hippy types…..on nights when it’s busy like this it’s really a fun place….well…it’s always fun….but it’s really nice to see it like this.

We walked up to the guys and Steve poured me a tall Rum and Coke and JD opted for a beer…flavor of the day…not sure what it was but he seemed to enjoy it. Steve said “We are running a little ragged and behind so I don’t think your table is going to be ready for a few”. I told him we were in no hurry and not to worry about it…in fact “if anything opens in the bar we are perfectly fine eating in here”…”Cool…will get ya first available”

About ten minutes into our conversation two people at the end of the bar got up to leave creating 4 seats on both sides of the corner so we were able to take those, sit together and all see one another so it worked out fine. I tend to be a bar guy so prefer to eat at the bar if it works out that way.

We were working our way through the various courses of our meal…chatting and bantering back and forth….JD was getting to know Matt and I was doing the same with Chris. It really was working into a good day with all of us seeming to get along…. enjoying each other’s company and having a good time. It was good to actually have another “couple” to hang out with and for it not to be necessarily anyone from our current world…ha.

Just about that time…when we were on the beginnings of desert our boy Dylan showed up….I knew he came in here fairly often since his move to town but we actually hadn’t run into him here. Dylan came up and patted JD and I on the back and asked us what was “shakin”…we laughed and just told him we were hanging with Matt and Chris after going out on the lake today. Dylan shook their hands and then said he was meeting someone…..after we gave him the appropriate level of grief he excused himself and went and sat at an open spot at the other end of the bar.

I was staring angrily at the clock on my desk. I found myself staring, no glaring, at it, as if it was its fault for the time being after 11PM. The man in me knows it is silly to think that, it’s just that my tired grey eyes were now showing signs of red. I was exhausted and how dry they were staring at a laptop screen all day. But, I had to get this report finished and was finally happy about forty minutes later when I sent an email to my supervisor and co-workers that it was finished. More than anything else, I wanted to sleep but my mind and body were working overtime so I did something I hadn’t done before. Turning off my computer, I went to my bedroom and quickly changed into running shorts and t-shirt. It was a comfortable night weather-wise and I felt that I could really use a late night run at the nearby track. Freshly changed, I got in my car and headed off. The track was empty when I arrived but it didn’t seem to affect me as I locked my car and loosened up.

I don’t remember how long or distance I ran for but when I finished I walked slowly back to my car. ‘Time to go home and take a shower’. I thought to myself. ‘Tomorrow is just another day.’

But, I was about to be so wrong…

I was about to hit my keyfob for the car when I heard a voice behind me.

“Well, well aren’t you the lucky one tonight?”

As I turned in the direction of the voice, I was struck on one side of my head that sent me crumbling against the side of my car.

Dazed, I managed a glance as a shadowy figure now stood over me.

“I’m going to take special care of you,” the figure said striking me again and into unconsciousness…

*********

I woke up with the worst headache, feeling stiff all over. I opened his eyes, and the world was so blurry. I couldn’t see a damn thing. And, I was unable to move.

I managed to lift my head and gave a muffled scream. I was wrapped in some type of industrial-strength shrink wrap. My head, feet, and crotch were the only things not covered.

I tried to open my mouth, but found it to be filled. There was something filling my mouth that hit the back of my throat and has me struggling to swallowing. I also thought my cock felt weird, trapped and stuck. But, there was also something else that was making my ass hurt and as much as I tried I couldn’t get ride of it.

The door to the room opened, and a man came in. I tried to see what he looked like, but his face was too hard for me to make out. He stood there dressed in all black but I couldn’t tell if it was denim or leather. “Ahh. My cutie is awake,” he said as he closed the door and approached the bed I was on

“You might be wondering what I plan to do to you,” he said.

I felt sick to my stomach and tried to speak but the gag only had me produce muffled sounds.

He reached down, and stroked what was my tear stained cheek. “I am sorry about hitting you like that earlier,” he began. “But,  I aim to take care of you. I’m going to feed you, and clean you, and make you comfortable. I’ll take care of you in other ways, don’t you worry.”

I tried to move but the shrinkwrap held me tight.

“Sorry, if I let you out of that, you would try to keep me from taking care of you,” he said looking down at me.  “And from what I saw of you tonight at the track, you need someone to watch over you.”

I struggled to protest but was totally helpless as my captor leaned down. And as his lips touched my forehead I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. ‘Just a nightmare,’ I said inwardly.

“Yes,” he said as he pulled back, “I’ll make sure you’re kept clean, comfortable and, of course,” he licked his lips. “Well fed. You’ll learn to love it all…eventually.”

My eyes flew wide open when I felt his large, calloused hand on my scrotum. I moaned and wiggled, trying to keep him from stroking my balls. I felt blood fill my cock but there was something keeping me from actually getting hard.

“Of course, I need you to understand that, while I’m tending to you, you have no control here. I do.”

“I will train your body to accept me, and eventually your mind will follow. To start, we need you to want me.”

I struggled, moving my hips in hopes to dislodge that hand. Yet, my captor still rubbed me very tenderly down there, getting the blood going, forcing me to feel good but also, very frustrated.

“Just relax,’ he said soothingly. “ Let me do this for a bit, and I promise, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

While stroking me, he again bent over and kissed my forehead softly. I wanted to scream, struggle, get freed and get out of there. But , I came to realize that I was  firmly trapped, and getting surprisingly aroused. There was no use fighting right now.

I breathed deeply through my nostrils and settled down, letting my keeper keep going with his pettings. My eyes softly closed, my face flushed, my cock begging to be released.

“That’s it,” said to me softly, almost in a loving kind of way. “Just relax, you’ll have your fun here.”

I didn’t know if he should believe him or not. I only hoped that he would either play with him for a bit, and t me go. Or at least, let me cum! It was annoying how calloused his hands were, but how gentle they were being used. I could almost imagine it was a woman touching him, if this guy would only stop whispering in my ear.

“That’s good . You’re doing well. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Yes, move your hips like that, you want it. Ooh, I see you clutching the toy in you. We won’t use it right away, but we’ll use it soon, I promise.”  Either a dildo or butt-plug was in my ass!

And he continued to give me kisses on my nose, cheeks and forehead. Soft, affectionate, like he really was tending a lover and not a captive. It just made the need to cum that much worse!

But he just wouldn’t stop, not for almost an hour plus. By then, my forehead and shrink wrapped body was lathered in sweat, shaking. Thrusting my hips trying to cum, leaking out my needs, and moaning loudly.

“Alright, my new boy,” he said softly. “You have been good, and since it is your first night. I’ll let you cum.”

Then, I felt him between my legs, working on a chastity cage quickly. The moment my cock was freed from its metal confinement it stood rock hard at attention. Soft hands caked in lotion, wrapped around my flaming cock. I was stroked slowly and then the pace changed… quicker and quicker and quicker still.

I squirmed with each of his calloused strokes, my eyes shut tightly as I felt the urge over take me. Finally, my pent up orgasm crashed through my body, and I shot my load up into the air and on my wrapped belly. My captor pumped me good, milking me for all that I could give. When the last drop was finally out, I collapsed, my head lolling to one side and breathing hard through my nose and panted hard. A feeling of gentle, though frightening relief washed through my body.

“Good, good boy.” he said. A short time later, I felt a cool cloth on still warm cock cleaning him up. “You were very good tonight. Tomorrow, though, I’ll have my fun. For now, why don’t you rest?”

He came back to me, and kissed his forehead. “Yes, tomorrow,” he said “I think we’ll remove the cock gag and start there.” I whimpered, scared as I felt his fresh  kisses on me, soothing me, and then my cock went back into its prison. I moaned and whimpered softly behind the cock gag.

“I thought turning on that dildo in your ass but so he doesn’t make a mess for the night,” he said reaching up for the light. “I really don’t want to break you to soon,” he said. I breathed heavily. “I cannot wait until tomorrow to really get to know all of you.”

And as the light went off, I closed my eyes and I shuddered as I thought of what tomorrow and the next day would bring for me.

When you had the warehouse constructed, I always wondered why you had the little room built in the back. It was bare block with a cement floor and there was a spigot on one wall with a coiled black hose hung next to it, and a drain in the floor. One door opened to the warehouse, while the other door exited to a derelict alley where truckers would try to sleep in between hookers trying to wake them up to make some money. I had heard rumors about parties you held there at night but, despite making it clear I was interested in being a more intimate employee, I’d never gotten an invitation. 

One Friday afternoon, you called me on my way home from work, “Hey, can you come back tonight around eight? I could use some help. I’ll clock you in for it.” 

I was confused. What would I be doing? Normally I’m in charge of receiving, but I didn’t remember anything on the schedule for after hours. “Um, is there a delivery I missed?” 

“No, you didn’t miss anything. There’s going to be a few loads coming to my private room and I’ll need you to handle them.”

I was still confused, but I’d be on overtime, so what the hell. I’d just stop by on my way to the bathhouse for tighty whitey night. “Okay, see you at eight.” 

That evening, I arrived at the warehouse and let myself in with my key. Except for the alarm alerting that I’d just opened the front door, the place was quiet, the night lights gave off a dim glow.

“Back here!” Echoed from the back corner of the building.

I turned a corner and found you standing in the doorway to your little room. “In here.”

Once my eyes adjusted to the red light in the room, I found the space wasn’t as empty at it had been the last time I’d seen it. Wooden stocks stood in the corner with enough holes to hold two people, a cross adorned one wall with steel eyes screwed in at all for corners, a leather sling hung in another corner, a fuck bench sat dormant in another, and in the middle of the floor was a large rubber mat with a hole that matched the position of the drain in the floor. On the walls hung various toys, just waiting to be used. After my eyes spun around the room, they returned to you as you stood waiting to see my reaction. I could feel myself get flush and the opening to my white briefs stretching apart slightly.

“I saw you looking at the bathhouse site today at your desk.”

“How?”

“I can mirror everybody’s screen at my desk.”

“Oh. Sorry for doing that at work.”

“Don’t be. Love the fact I have a little whore working for me.” 

Your words made me even harder as I looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Suddenly your hand grabbed the front of my jeans and felt my erection.

“Fuck yeah, you’re ready for some fun.” You unbuttoned my fly and spied the white briefs underneath. “Nice.” The afterhours doorbell rang. “Leave this on,” you said slipping a finger under the elastic waistband and snapping it against my hip, “and take everything else off. I’ll be right back.”

I stripped as your footsteps faded, the alarm signaled the door opening, and two sets of footsteps returned. Following you was a familiar face, Oscar, the guy who fills the coke machine. Like me he was in his early twenties, but with a much smaller frame. I stand 5’11” while he barely clears 5’4″. I’m a blond hairy otter type while he’s Latino and smooth, a good contrast to me. He too was instructed to strip. There we stood, me in white briefs and him in a gleaming white retro jock. We both were clearly dealing with hard cocks needing to be freed.

You slipped your middle finger in the front of my briefs and freed by cock. My six inches sprang out. Then you reached over and pulled the front of Oscar’s jock over and released his huge cock and balls. It was one of those that, until it’s completely hard, bounces around like rubber. I was perfect, uncut, thick, surrounded by a thick bush, and with a pair of heavy balls dangling behind it. You grabbed us each by a nipple and pulled us together, “Jerk each other off and let me know when you’re about to cum.”

We each grabbed the other and started stroking as you tortured our nipples with your mouth and your fingers. It wasn’t long before I was announcing my impending ejaculation. You grabbed a large plastic syringe from your back pocket and Oscar pointed the head of my cock into it as I released my load.

“Get on your knees and suck him, I don’t have all night to get you two ready.” I knelt and took as much of Oscars mammoth cock into my mouth as I could. You put your hand on the back of my head and forced it deeper down my throat. In about five minutes Oscar yelled out, “I’m cumming!” You put his piss slit in the top of the syringe and he unload a massive load into the barrel, so much so you could barely insert the plunger.

“Good boys! Take off your underwear and get on your hands and knees on the mat.”

You went over to the wall of toys and got a big black double-sided dildo. “Point those asses up boys!” We both lowered our chests to the floor. Soon I could feel the pointy end of the syringe entering my hole and warm liquid filling me. I looked over at Oscar’s face and could see the ecstasy he felt as the remaining cum was inserted into him. “Okay, now face your asses towards one another.” We did as you instructed. Soon I felt the thick dildo entering my ass and then it wiggled a bit as you put the other end into Oscar. “Slowly back up towards each other.”

Once we were ass to ass you placed a leather belt around our hips to keep us tightly together, cuffed our hands together, and gagged us with each other’s underwear. “See you two in a couple hours. Be good and stay put,” you snickered as you turned off the light and left us in total darkness.

Squirming from the dildo and an acute urge to piss made my dick hard again. Oscar must have had the same problem, because before long I could hear his piss stream hitting the rubber mat and warm liquid pooling around my feet and knees before it slipped into the gurgling drain. It wasn’t long before my own piss added to the pool.

After what seemed like forever, the door opened, and you entered followed by five guys. You looked at the pool of piss we were kneeling in and smiled, “Looks like you boys started without us.” You placed a small rubber mat over the drain, then ungagged me and then Oscar as the other five men undressed in the corner. An older white guy with a thick 6″ cock came over to me and slapped my face, “Open up bitch.” I opened my mouth as his hot golden stream of piss landed on my bottom lip and ran down my chest. Soon all six of you were naked and pissing on us, still tied together with the dildo in us. The pool of piss grew, as did the scent of it in the air.

The older man squirted a last stream of piss on my face. “When do we get to fuck ’em?” 

“First we have to see which one wants it the most,” you said undoing the belt and cuffs holding us together. “Over an hour ago I put them together like this. Let’s watch them play tug of war with the dildo they’re sharing. The one that loses the dildo doesn’t get any cum.” You circled us as you gave directions. “On my count, you two will try your hardest to pull the dildo out of the other using only your assholes. The loser will still get fucked, but all piss and cum will go to the winner. When I say go.” 

My heart started beating fast and my hole clamped down on the dildo. 

“Ready.”

My sphincter tightened even more, and I could feel Oscar clenching too.

“Set.”

I took a big breath and got ready to pull with all my might.

“Go!”

 As soon as the ‘g’ left your mouth, I squeezed my ass and threw my body forward into the giant pool of piss, making a big splash. For a moment I couldn’t tell if I had been successful. I pushed myself up onto all fours, piss dripped off the entire front of my body, and you stepped over, yanked the dildo out of my hole, making me wince, and said, “True to his position here, he’s the receiver tonight.” The men chuckled at your joke.

“Let me see that belt,” the older white guy said. He took the belt and swung it in such a way it slapped my left hip a while the other end whipped around me splashing in the pool of piss before he caught it in his other hand. He cinched it tight and lifted my hips up as another man approached me and shoved his uncut half flaccid cock in my mouth.

“Yeah whore, get that shit hard,” the man in my mouth said as the older man pushed his cock into me.

His beer-can-like cock rubbed hard against my insides and made me whimper onto the cock in my mouth. “Won’t hurt for long, I build up a pretty good gob of precum.” The two men slowly used my holes, only stopping to let one of the other piss or cum in me.

Eventually three of the men finished, went over to the corner, and got dressed. You let them use mine and the Oscar’s clothes to wipe the piss off their feet. The two original men that started in me began to speed up their rhythms until one nutted in my ass and one in my mouth. The one in my mouth chased it with the biggest stream of piss I’d had so far. As I knelt cleaning off their cocks, I could see Oscar getting dressed and leaving. The two tops left, leaving just you and I alone in the room.

I stood silently on the mat, my feet surrounded by cooling piss. You stood in front of me and let your stream splash against my hard cock and then raised it until it was hitting my chest. You grabbed my hair, wet with piss, and pulled my head down and onto your cock, pressing my chin into your nut sack. Your other hand explored my used hole. “Fuck, yeah, feels like you might be employee of the month.”

I could feel your cock getting hard in my mouth as you pulsed my head against your crotch. When it grew to the back of my throat and started making me choke, you pulled it out, spun me around and pushed me face down into the piss pool.

You grabbed the belt still around my waist, raised my hips to meet yours, and said, “Keep your fingers on your toes whore.” Your cock slipped into me, and you didn’t waste any time fucking me hard. It wasn’t long before I felt your hot load spreading through my guts. When you finished in my hole you said, “Get on your knees faggot and clean off my cock.”

The pool of piss was chilly now as I sat in it cleaning you off. The feeling of all that piss against my crotch made me rock hard. You noticed my cock and took out your phone, “Get on your back and use all that cum to jack off. I’ll film it and send it to the guys that were here. Show them what a little whore you are. I want to hear you be verbal, moan, and splash around in all this piss.”

I laid back in the piss, put my hand under my ass, and squeezed out a big gob of cum. The cum glistened on my cock as I started to jack off. I let out a little moan. “Come on cunt, you can do better than that,” you said.

“Yes sir.” I continued to stroke and noticed the dildo off to the side. I stuck it in me and started riding it, making splashes in the piss. I looked into the camera and said, “Thank you, guys, for fucking me and giving me all this cum to jack off with.” I started moaning with each thrust.

“Yeah, good whore. Fuck yourself. Have you had enough cock yet?”

“No sir.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m a cock whore.”

“That’s right you slut. How about you show the guys a little appreciation for tonight and put both sides of that dildo up that hole?”

“Yes sir.” I folded the dildo in half and slowly inserted both heads into me. As much as I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to get much past the ridge on both the heads.

You saw me struggling and encouraged me, “Come on whore, that hole should be loose enough to take more than that after tonight.”

I tried, but my hand got shaky as the dildo stretched my hole.

“Here, let me help you bitch!” You stepped forward and kicked the bent end with your boot shoving several inches into me all at once and making me cry out. “Aw, poor little slut. Does that hurt?”

“Yes sir.”

You kicked the bent end again, forcing even more into me, and causing me to cry out again. “I don’t fucking care! Jack that fucking cock! Let’s go! I don’t have all fucking night!”

Faster and faster, I stroked my cock with one hand while picking up the pace with the dildo. Soon I shot a huge load all over my piss-soaked body.

“Eat it cunt.” I followed your orders and when I was finished you put away your phone. “Good boy. Stay here for a second.” Before you left, you move the rubber mat blocking the drain and then returned with a squeegee and handed it to me. “Use that hose and clean up all this piss. Make sure to get under the mat and don’t think about wasting my water cleaning yourself.”

It took a while to clean it all up. You sat in a chair against a wall and watched me, naked, wet, and cum running down my legs. When I was done, I stood in front of you with the squeegee and my head bowed. “Good boy. Put that back in the supply closet and while you’re there pick up a case of water and bring it out to my car in the alley. I did as I was instructed. As I carried the heavy water out to your car, I could feel sharp rocks in my bare feet and warm cum running down my legs. Lowering the case into the trunk, my ass cheeks spread apart, and the cool night air swept across my taint. Behind me I heard a truck door open followed by some footsteps.

When I turned around a tall black bear of a man stood shirtless staring at me. He had to be well over six feet tall with enough of a belly to hang over the waistband of the jeans His long beard seemed to run into his chest hair that continued in a treasure trail down his stomach and made a nice contrast against the sheen of his skin in the dim light. On his feet were a pair of black boots with loose laces that looked as if they’d been pulled on hastily. “Nice. Wouldn’t mind tapping that.”

“Twenty bucks you can use him for an hour,” you said to my shock.

“Deal. Get in the truck.”

You interrupted him, “You might not want him in there, he’s covered in piss. Just use him out here, there’s hardly and traffic along here this late at night.”

“Cool. Go stand by the truck bitch.”

I stood naked next to the fuel tank of the truck in the cold night air while he paid you the twenty dollars. Once you had your money, he started walking towards me and you spoke over his shoulder as you got in your car, “I’ll be back in an hour and get your clothes for you. Make that nice man happy.”

The trucker unzipped his pants and a giant black cock and balls fell out, “Suck it.”

I squatted down and worked his cock with my tongue and throat. Steadily it grew until it was so big it stretched out my lips and I gagged on every stroke. He kept fucking my face for the longest time. I tried to back up, but eventually I felt the steel frame of the truck (that blank space behind the fuel tank and in front of the rear tires) against the back of my head as he continued to choke me with his cock and making big strands of slobber dangle from my chin.

He was in a trance with his cock in my mouth until he checked his watch. “Fuck, I only got thirty minutes until your pimp comes back.” He pulled me up by my hair, folded me over the tires, put a big gob of spit on my sore hole, and shoved his entire cock in me in one stroke. I couldn’t help but scream. One of his big hands covered my face and muffled my screams while his other arm came around my neck and started choking me. His weight and his chest hair felt amazing against my back while the feeling of my cock wedged between the tires was a new erotic sensation.

He kept pounding away in my hole while I started to get increasingly lightheaded and eventually passed out. Sometime later his big hand was slapping my face, “Wake up bitch.” I looked around and remembered where I was. “Clean off my dick.” I squatted and licked his cum and my ass off him. All the cum from previous guys had foamed up all over his crotch. I sucked all the cum out of his pubic hair. Just as I finished cleaning his balls, your headlights lit up the alley.

“Looks like my hour is up.” He pulled away from me, shoved his big meat into his jeans, and got back into his truck.

By the time I made my way across the alley, trying not to step on anything sharp, you had retrieved my clothes (throwing them into a pile on the ground) and locked the building again. I started to bend over to pick up my underwear and you stopped me. “Get in front of the headlights and bend over. Spread those cheeks apart.” I did as you ordered. “Fuck yeah, he destroyed that hole.” You slapped my ass and your palm stung against my puffy red hole. “Fuck yeah.” Soon I heard your jeans unzip, and you felt your cock inside me. “Come on, try and squeeze that cock whore.” I tried and tried, but my hole wouldn’t respond. You laughed at my attempts. “Fucking whore. Bet you couldn’t win that tug of war now.”

The feeling of my loose hole and all the cum squishing around your cock was too much for you and soon I felt you flooding my guts for the second time. “Come on, clean off my cock so I can get home.”

After you were done you got back in your car and left me in the dark alley to get dressed on my own.

Just as I was finishing fastening my last cufflink into place, Sebastian walked into my dressing room with my jacket.  Giving me a once over to make sure I was squared away looking as dashing as I possibly could.

“Sebastian”, garnering his attention, “I had Drew put the Pilot on standby.  I need you to pack me an overnight bag for a couple of days.  I won’t need your services until I return.  I will be leaving sometime after I get home tonight.”

“Is Mr. Drew going with you Sir?” He asked me.  His left eyebrow raised in a manner that suggested that he might have some concerns.

“No, not this time.  I need some time to myself without anyone around.”

“Mr. Marion, I hope that your trip is going to take you west and not southwest…” he trailed off as he was straightening some things up around the room.

With my eyes a little glassy, I decided to just smile at him and give him a nod.  “Come on, let’s get downstairs before Drew sets out a search crew.”

As we entered the receiving room Drew was all dressed up in his tux looking just as innocent as the first day that we met back at Ball State.  Standing shorter than me at 5’8” with a lithe frame that resembled that of a ballet dancer.  He had dark hair with beautiful chocolate brown eyes.  Although he was only 30 years old, he still looked like a high school student.  For the most part, he was always my plus one for any public event that I attended.  That is, whenever Brent was not around.

Even though Brent and I started our relationship in High School, we did end up attending two different colleges.  As you might as well know, I went to Ball State on both an athletic scholarship and a diving scholarship, Brent attended Indiana University on a football scholarship, two hours away.  However, we were each grounded by our families which were located at the halfway point between our schools.

The summer before we went off to college was a great summer for the most part.  I worked at the country club again that summer, with an added bonus of teaching swim classes for the kids.  Which was a blast.  Brent went to work for his father that summer, instead of at one of the stores, he was working at the main receiving center for all of the stores located in Greenfield which was located on the lower east side of Indianapolis.

A few weeks into summer, we both had our graduation open houses.  I had hoped that both of my parents would show up, but that was a no go.  Nothing new.  Mine was a short and sweet open house that was held in our churches reception room.  Mostly classmates and people from church showed up.  Of course, Brent was there with Mr. and Mrs. Lucas. 

There was an older cousin that was there that I had never met.  Edward Marion.  He was in his mid-60’s and was very pleasant.  He introduced me to his wife Crystal.  I found out later that we were having dinner with them at home later that evening. 

Once home, Grandma sent me off to my room to open all of my cards and to start the long process of writing out thank you notes for everyone that attended.  I was down to the last couple of cards when I heard the entrance bell ring.  I figured it was a good time to take a break.  Not to mention, Grandma was making one of my favorite meals.  Tuxedo Porkchops with a bunch of her amazing side dishes.  The apartment smelled wonderful.

Grandma opened the door for Ed and Crystal with greetings, hugs, and kisses.  I proceeded to get drinks ready for everyone while Grandma directed everyone to the living room.  Grandma sat in her chair, Ed and Crystal took seats on the couch and I took to a club chair in the corner.  (I did move it closer to the conversation area of the room.)

Before we ate dinner, I was acquainted with them through the questions and stories.  It was nice to have another family connection.  While there were close to my Grandmothers age, I was not bored of the conversation, and I felt included into the conversation. 

Once we had finished dinner and cleared off the table, Ed handed me an envelope, thinking it was another graduation card, I told him “Thank You”.  I opened it up, it was not a card.  It was two airplane tickets.  I looked closer, they were open dated, but the destination was what knocked me for a loop.  They were slated for Europe, France more specifically. 

They looked at me and explained that they were to our family home in France.  I had found out that night that I still had family living in France that I had never knew about.  Just outside of a village called Toulon.  Ed told me that I have a big family over there that would love to meet me. 

Grandma told me that she knew of them.  As far as she could remember, my Grandfather had never went over when he was alive.  But she had met another cousin almost 40 years ago. 

I was feeling on cloud 9 when I called Brent to catch up with him.  He asked if I could come over, he needed me to help him get a few things together his mom asked him to get ready for his open house.  I told him I was going to finish off a couple of more thank you cards and then I can head over.

Sense I had to work at the country club the next day, I took my work bag with me. 

I had walked into a zoo.  I have never seen the Lucas residence look like such a mess sense it was being built.

Mrs. Lucas hugged me and gave me a kiss on the check when I caught her eye.

“So, Mr. Marion, how was your visit with your cousin and his wife?” she asked.

“It was great.  I got to learn a lot more about my Grandfathers side of the family as well as some more of our family history.  It was pretty cool.”

“Brent is downstairs putting a bunch of his memorabilia together on poster boards downstairs… He needs your help.”

“No problem, before I head down, I have something to tell you that I don’t want Brent to know about yet.  My cousin Ed gave me two round trip tickets to France.  I would like to surprise Brent with the second ticket.  Would you and Mr. Lucas be ok if I invited him to go with me?”

“Honey, I don’t see why not.  Is this trip to connect with your family or just to fly to Paris?”

“Paris never crossed my mind, to be honest, I am not for sure where my family is located over there.”

“I will talk to Tony and make sure it is clear.  I don’t see any problems with it.”

“Good, I am planning on giving it to him at his open house.”

“I am quite sure he will think that it is the greatest gift he gets that day.”

I gave her a hug before I headed downstairs. 

He had his back to me, I snuck up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his neck just under his ear.  He hummed and leaned back into me.  Slowly turning around and putting his arms around my neck.  Leaning in and giving me a full on long kiss.

“I so wanted to do that earlier today at your open house.  You were really sexy working the room.”  Giving me another kiss.

“I don’t think that would have gone over pretty good at church.  So, my beautiful boyfriend, what do you need help with?”

He walked over to a stack of pictures and asked me to help him pick out the best ones for a “shrine” his mother intends to erect in his honor.  I told him that would be easy.  Which turned out to not be the case.  The box he gave me was loaded with pictures from high school.  I was in over half of them, I don’t even remember there being a camera around for most of those times.

Once we were finished with what we were working on, it was almost one in the morning.  We then headed up to his room.

I was still trying to get used to their new home.  His and his sister’s room were on one side of the house, there were three other rooms there as well.  The master suite was on the main floor on the other side of the house. 

After we got ready for bed and cuddled up, I had my head resting on his shoulder with his arm draped around me.  He was idly twisting my hair around one of his fingers just enjoying each other. 

“Nick, can I ask you, I know that you had your pick of any college here in the state, why did you not want to go to IU?”  he asked sounding more like a conversation starter than anything.

“I wanted to go to a smaller school.  Had I gone to IU, there would have been more pressure for me to hone my skills for Olympic diving.  I have my goals set for academics.”  I knew why he was asking after I answered him.  “Are you worried about the distance thing?”

“Yes, I was thinking today as I was going through stuff, we really have never been more than twenty minutes about for almost three years.  Now we are going to be two hours apart for the next four years.  That’s a long time.”  He took a deep breath.

“Listen Mister, we will only be a phone call away, one hour drive on the weekend and two hours through the week.  We are both going to be busy with sports and studies to really have a chance to miss each other.”  I hugged into him a little tighter.

“We will make it.  I just get in my thoughts every once in a while.  I just want you by my side every moment possible.”

“I agree.  But we still have school.  Once we are finished, then we will have all of the time in the world for just us.”  I assured him.

“I guess my insecurities get the better of me, once in a while, I become fearful to the idea of loosing you.  That I never wish to happen.”  He hugged me a little tighter.

“Mr. Lucas, I think you are stuck with me for life.”  I moved around to look him deep into his eyes.  “Now, I have to be up in six hours for work.  Let’s get some sleep and rest assured, we will get through it with flying colors.”

“I love you.” He said placing a peck on my lips.

“I love you too Brent.”  I replied back before moving into little spoon position.  He turned off the light and snuggled into big spoon position and pulled me in close. 

I could spend the rest of my life in that position.  His smell drove me crazy.  It sent me into a wonderful dream land.

Morning came far too early.  What was shaping up as our routine for the summer, was falling into a pattern, I felt happy.  I started to feel more and more like an adult.  I had a promising future on the horizon, a great big circle of people that I loved and loved me back, I had a car and roof over my head.  I even had a boyfriend.  At eighteen, I felt blessed.

That day, after I checked the boards at work and found out what my assignments were, I stepped into the managers office to check to see when I could schedule a week off to take my trip over to Europe.  I spotted a couple of different options and asked if he could hold them for a day or two so I could find out what would work best for Brent.  My manager had no problem once I explained what I was planning.  He knew Brent and I were a couple now and had no issues.

I had a small class of seven- and eight-year-olds for today at noon.  This was the age group that only needed to wear a life vest for class.  The class flew by.  It was only my second day with this group and was by far the most fun I have had yet. 

Once the class was over, I took my lunch break.  I grabbed my food and headed off to a picnic table behind the building that was set up for staff.  It was a beautiful June day.  I slipped my ear buds on and started listening to my I-pod and ate in silence.

Just as I was finishing up the last of my lunch, I was covered by a shadow.  I looked up to see who had created it.  Slipping my ear buds off, “hey Andy, how are you?”

“Doing good, can I ask you a personal question?”  He had a funny look on his face, kind of like a kid that got caught doing something that they should know better than.

“Shoot for it, I got a few minutes left of my lunch break.”

“How did you know you were gay?  I mean, when did you know?”

“Well, I think I was always gay; however, I don’t think I fully accepted it till this past year.  Actually, past few months.”

“Was it hard?”

“Hum, the hardest part was not knowing other people’s reaction, but once I realized who I was, I actually was, other people’s opinion didn’t matter anymore.”  I gave him a little smile.  “You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, about anything, you know you can talk to me.”

“Thanks Nick, that means a lot.  I really don’t know who I can talk to.  You are the only gay person that I know and that I feel comfortable around.”

“No problem, Andy.  You have my number, right?”  He nodded his head yes. “Good, I am here for you anytime.”

“Thanks’ Nick, I gotta head back.  I’ll talk with you later.”  He said, heading off back into the building.

I took care of my lunch stuff and headed back to the pool for the rest of my shift.  A pretty un-eventful day.

After Grandma and I had dinner that night, I called and checked in with Brent to see what he was doing, his Dad picked up the phone and I was kind of glad it was him.  I asked if Mrs. Lucas had told him about the trip and he said she did.  I told him about the dates that I had penciled in at work and he informed me that he will check to see what he could do on his end and would let me know tomorrow.  He then called for Brent.

I was informed that I should not come over tonight.  He was busy with his mom arranging the basement for this weekend.  I asked him how big of a shindig his mom was planning.  He asked me if I remembered his family reunion from a few years ago.  I did.  He said it could be an event that big.  I said if they needed any help, let me know, I would be there with bells on.

After the call, I kissed Grandma good night and headed off to my room.  I had picked up a book that I had started reading last week and enjoyed getting back into it.

About an hour later, I received a call from Andy.  “Hey Andy, how are you?”

Andy was a good-looking guy.  He was a year older than I was, but he was the same grade, started school a year later because his dad was stationed in Japan with his family.  He was six-foot tall, blond hair and a very Nordic look.  Quite striking with blue eyes.

“Doing good, I think.” 

“You think?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am a little off and needed to talk to someone.  Do you have a minute?”

“Go for it.” I said.

“Ok, the thing is, I mean, I know this sounds stupid.  But, I think I might be gay.”

“Can I ask you a question?”  he said yes, “what brought this all on?”

“Well, I was the server for a private party a couple of weekends ago and one of the guys at the party corned me and asked me to meet him in his hotel room.  He knew I played Lacross, and I was going to be playing next year at college.  He said that he wanted to talk to me further about it.”

I then asked him if anything happened.

“No and yes.  After I was there for about an hour and after he had showed me some equipment that his company sold, he put his hand on my thigh.  Because we were sitting next to each other on a couch looking at his laptop, I really didn’t think much of it, but my dick got hard, quick.  I tried not to panic, but I started sweating profusely.  I figured I would give it a second just to make sure I was not misunderstanding him.  Once his hand started moving up my leg, I knew for sure what he was wanting.”

“What did you do?” I broke in.

“I turned red.  I told him “Thank you, but I have a girlfriend”.  He said that didn’t bother him because he had a wife.  I didn’t know what to do other than to exit, and fast.  That is what I did.  Thanked him for the info on the equipment and I headed out.”

“I bet that scared you.  I am glad that I’ve never been put in that situation.  But you are thinking about it now?”

Andy took a second before he answered me back.  “Let’s put it this way, I have thought about him every time I have jacked off lately.”  He paused, “I hope that was not too much information.”

“No, its all good.”  I reassured him.

“I have looked at other guys and can acknowledge how hot they are, but I never thought about a guy in that way before.  Sense then, I have been noticing guys more and more and girls less and less.  Things are a little different between me and my girlfriend to.”

“Well, if you want my opinion, I suggest that you think a little more about what you really want before you act on anything.  In other words, don’t come out of the closet if you aren’t actually in a closet.”

“I don’t understand.”  He sounded confused.

“We are young, we are still learning about ourselves.  Shoot, my body is still changing.  I am just saying that before you change your whole life around, because coming out of the closet is life changing, make sure.”  I paused.  “I did a lot of searching online myself.  I even joined a couple of group chat rooms.  Chat rooms helped out a little, but most often then not, it was all for hooking up.”

“I think I understand.  I am going to let you go, it’s good to know that I have someone with a direct line I can talk to.”

“Good, please feel free to talk to me whenever you need.  I am here for you.”

“Thanks Nick, I will catch you later.”  He hung up.

I sent a quick note to Brent before calling it a night.

The next day at work, I received a text from Mr. Lucas, he said that the second week I had chosen would be the best option sense the first week had something going on to do with work for Brent.  I let my manager know when I took my lunch break. 

Andy must not have been working tables that day, I didn’t see at all.  Usually, I would catch him for one of our breaks.  The rest of the day was the same as always.  Just sit in the lifeguard chair, blow the whistle to gather peoples attention to remind them of the rules of the pool, that kind of stuff.  Getting gawked at by mothers, teen girls, and even preteen girls.  There were a lot of male eyes on me as well.  Hiding behind dark sunglasses, I was able to feast on some of the eye candy myself.

After work, I was about halfway home when Brent called and wanted to meet up for dinner.  He said that he needed to get away from the madness his mom was putting the whole house through.  She even had his sister working on stuff.  He warned me to avoid the place till Saturday.

We met at Papa Ramano’s.  He was sitting in a booth at the back when I walked in, Cindy greeted me when I walked in and asked what I wanted to drink as I was taking my seat.  I told her I was going to splurge, give me a Coke.  I usually don’t drink soda pop that often.

Brent leaned over the table and gave me a peck on the lips.  We ordered a pizza and a salad.  While we were waiting on our food to come out, he looked at me and asked, “Do you have your passport”.

“Actually, I do, I got it three years ago, Grandma thought I needed one when we went to Canada the last year we went back up to Michigan.  Why?”

“No reason, mom had me go on my lunch break today and apply for one at the post office, I was wondering as I was waiting if you had yours too.  Never know, I might want to kidnap you and fly you down to South America sometime.”

“How romantic, Yes, I do have my passport.  Can you stay over tonight?  I need some cuddle time.”  I asked him.

“I would love to let me ask mom.” 

He called his mom after we finished our dinner.  She had no objections.  We sat with Cindy and chatted for a while before heading to Grandma’s apartment.

Once we got there, Grandma set us up with glasses of fresh lemonade.  The three of us lounged in the living room watching TV before Grandma chimed in and announced that she was heading off to bed. We stayed up for a little while longer before each of us took turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom.

Tonight, Brent asked me to be the big spoon.  I had no problems with that at all.  While I am usually the little spoon, sometimes I fall into the role of big spoon.  Once we were settled in, sleep came fast. 

The next few days were pretty much the same ebb and flow.  Work, Dinner and then Bed.  Before we knew it, Saturday was amongst us.  And it started with a big breakfast.  Grandma was prepared to make both of us eat a big breakfast before the day got started knowing how busy we both were going to be.

Because Grandma and I did not need to show up till around noon, Brent headed out around nine am.  I took some time for myself deciding to get some running in.  It had been a few days.  About two and a half miles out, my cell rang.  I seen it was from Andy, I stopped and answered.

“I just wanted to call and thank you for the other night.  You helped me out in a major way.” He said.

“Glad I could help, what can I do for you kind Sir?” I said in the best old English accent I could conjure up.

“Well, I was calling to see if you had any dinner plans for tonight.”

“Actually, I am going to be at Brent Lucas’s open house tonight, didn’t you get an invite?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”

“Just meet up with us there.  It is going to be one of the best of the summer.”  I said proudly.  Like it was my shindig.  Not.

“Sure, what time should I show up?”

I gave him all of the info on the party and let him know, if he was wanting to drink, to make sure his parents were ok with it, and that they had the Lucas’s phone number.  Also, to bring a sleeping bag because graduates that drank were going to be locked in till morning.  With the amount of Lucas family members converging on the event, I was quite sure that what happened last time would not happen this time.

After my call with Andy, I decided not to go for ten miles that day, I turned around heading back home deciding that five miles was sufficient. 

Arriving home, I jumped in the shower and got ready.  I put on a new white fitted white tank top, a pair of my red swim trunks from work and a new pair of white Niki tennis shoes.  I looked like I just walked off of Malibu beach (or the set of Baywatch).  I decided to go with it.  I didn’t need to pack an overnight bag; I took everything over on Thursday.

I got all of the food Grandma made for the party secured in the car, then we were on our way.  We would be there at noon on the dot.

Rounding the corner just before the driveway, about forty or so cars were already parked in the lot next to the house.  There were about four huge tents set up in the back yard along with a couple of bounce houses.  Figures, Mrs. Lucas was aiming to set  the bar high for all upcoming moms at our school for being the “Fun Mom”.

Because I had Grandma and we had food in the car, Brent already told me that his Mom planned to keep a spot open for us next to the garage, that way Grandma didn’t have far to walk.  Sure enough, there was my boyfriend, Brent, waiting with a bunch of his cousins to help us get everything in the house.  I was glad, it took me around twenty trips myself loading it all in.

Brent and I planned on what we were wearing, because we were twins on the first day we met, his Mom asked us to do it again.  I think she got a kick out of how much we did dress alike, especially knowing that we did it not realizing it.

We got Grandma inside and before I could take another step in any direction, Brent pulled me to the guest bathroom just off of the foyer.  Soon as the door closed, he grabbed me into a tight hug then proceeded to ravage my mouth with his.  It took everything in my power to not get too excited.

After a minute, he handed me a gift bag, “Here, Mom wants you to put this on.  You are not to say anything.”

Giggling, I opened the bag and there was another white tank top, I told him I was already wearing a white tank top.  Until I opened it up.  My eyes were rolling.  Right in the middle of the front was a big red circle and inside was the “Thing Two” graphics.

“Ok, so, let me guess, You’re “Thing One”.”  I was laughing.  It was a great idea. He already had his shirt tucked away under the vanity.  Soon as we swapped our shirts, we found ourselves in an embrace.  While it was just the two of us, and we were both sober, I gave him his first gift of the day/night. 

He opened the envelope that contained our tickets.  His eyes lit up.  “How did you manage to get us two first-class, round-trip tickets?”  I asked him if he remembered my cousin and his wife, Edward, and Crystal?  He shook his head yes.  Then I explained to him about my family in France that I just learned about, and the tickets were a gift for me to go over and visit with a friend.

He leaned over and gave me another kiss and just before we were finished, there was a loud knock at the door.  “Hey, you two have a room for that upstairs.”

I don’t remember who laughed more, me, Brent, his sister Meranda or any of the other half dozen people standing around the vicinity.

I gave a little scream as I grabbed her in a bear hug.  I don’t get to see her that often sense she finished college and decided to stay in California.  Then I spotted something sparkling on her hand as she steeped back.  “OMG”, I said a little too eagerly.  “Scott proposed?”, as a statement as well as a question at the same time.

“He did, and we can’t wait, the wedding will be next year.  Mom wants it here; The rest of the family wants it in Texas.”

We were soon interrupted by Mrs. Lucas.  She pulled all of us into a small group hug.  She had me and Brent stand next to each other while she snapped a few pictures with her phone.  Brent gave his Mom our tickets.  And she winked at me with a smile in the corner of her mouth.

“Mom, you knew about this didn’t you?” he asked her.  “And that is why you had me apply for my Passport too?”

“Guilty as charged.”  She leaned into me to give me a hug.  While she did that, she slipped something in my front pocket.

“And we will talk about that later, I suggest you put that in your car or give it to Grandma.”  I could already tell it was a credit card, or a gift card of some type. 

I didn’t try to take it out, I just gave her another hug and said, “Thanks Mrs. Lucas”.

“Ok Nick, enough of this Mrs. Lucas stuff, you have one of two options, either call me Sarah or you can call me Mom.  You decide.  You are my wanted son after all.”

“Yes Mom.”  I gave her a gentle hug. 

Brent piped up from behind me, “Hey, so I wasn’t wanted?”  he huffed.  “Maybe we should trade shirts.” He lobbed that one at me.

“Don’t be silly, we planned you,” Mom said.

“Ok, I am good with that.” He gave her a peck on her cheek.

Things really didn’t pick up till around four in the afternoon.  Before then it was primarily members from his church and some teachers that were out and about doing the open house tour.  

Of course, there was an abundance of family.  I mean in droves.  Most of our classmates were not planning on showing up till early evening.

Before things got too wild for Brent and myself, we were summoned to Mr. Lucas’s office.

“Here you go boys, raise your glass.”  He gave both of us a rocks glass with a finger of scotch.  I’d never had scotch before. 

“Here is to a great future gentlemen.  May all of your dreams come true.”

All three of us took a swig from our glasses, I about doubled over.  It took me a second to catch my breath.  I knew my face was burning.  I looked over that father and son.  They both were laughing their asses off.

“Thanks Mr. Lucas, I almost died.” I choked out.

“It will make you a man oh young one.”  He patted my back.  Then he looked at me with a quizzical look.  “Nick, me and Sarah had a chat the other night, you are more that just Brents boyfriend.  You are like a son to both of us, because of that, we are going to ask you to drop the formalities with our names.” 

Before he could go any further, “Mom already told him to call her “Mom” or “Sarah”.”  Brent let his father know.

Mr. Lucas looked at me and asked me what would be comfortable for me.  While I thought of Mr. Lucas as a father figure, I don’t think “Daddy L” would sound appropriate.  I thought of Mr. L., then I just asked if Mr. Tony was ok.

“Kiddo, Mr. Tony sounds good to me.”  He had a smile to his face.  “I will let you know; you are the only one that will be calling me that.  I like it.”

He poured us another round; I sipped mine this go.  It didn’t hurt as bad this time; guess I could not see how they call this stuff smooth.

Brent and I soon found ourselves playing our roles moving around the party having a blast. 

Somewhere around nine-thirty, I spotted Andy.  I was standing next to Brent with my arm around his waist, my other occupied by my drink.  I leaned into Brents ear and told him Andy just arrived.  We walked over to him and did the proper greeting.

“Did you just get here?”  Brent asked.

Andy was giving me a funny look.  “Yeah, I just got here.  I gave my car keys to your dad already.”  He was still looking at me while he was answering Brent and shaking his hand.

After a second, he looked at Brent and holding out a card, “Where should I put this?”  He asked.

“Here, I’ll take it, are you hungry, do you need a drink?” I asked him.

“I am hungry, which direction should I go?”  Andy asked.

“Follow me, I will show you around.  Brent, would you like a refill?”  I offered.

He gave me his cup as I was grabbing the card from Andy.  “Follow me, I will show you where they put the good food.”  Heading towards the house.

After I dropped off the card in the house, I showed Andy where the food was located and where the drinks were.  Once he had a plate full of food, we went and got drinks. 

“So Nick, are you and Brent together?”  he inquired.

“Yeah, we started out as friends, then we became close friends, then best friends.  Now we are boyfriends.” 

“Wow, I did not even know.”

“To be honest, it happened without me realizing it as well.”

“Darn, just my luck.” He said.

“What’s that mean?” I kind of knew, just wanted to ask.

“The hottest man of our class, turns out to gay and I can’t ask him for a date.” 

He had me blushing.  I actually consider Brent to be the hot one, but I will take the compliment.  “That does not mean that we can’t build a friendship.”  I informed him, “Brent and I have an amazing support system, you are more then welcome to become a part of that.”

I knew if he was just figuring out his own identity, Brent and I would have no issues expanding our friendship ring.  We talked a little more while we were getting our drinks. 

I introduced Andy to Mr. Tony.  Out of habit, I called him Mr. Lucas.  Mr. Tony was standing guard of the alcohol along with his two brothers.  They looked like the mafia guarding the liquor.  Later, I found out, they drank more then all young adults together. 

On our way back, I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I looked over, Andy’s face went pale.  I looked around and tried to see what he had seen.  He said he was going to grab a seat at a table and chow down.  I told him I would catch him in a bit.

I got to Brent and handed him his drink.  “That took a hot minute.  What took so long?”

I started, “Well, for starters, Andy was mulled over by Mom in the kitchen along with the other cougars.  Then Dad and guys played fifty questions with him about lacrosse and where he plans on attending in the fall.”

I looked over, and I found out what made Andy go white.  There was a group of guys from his team there.  Then it hit me.  He is not out to anyone.

I turned to Brent, “Honey, I should have mentioned this sooner, but he called me the other night wanting to talk about being gay.  He sounds like he is trying to figure out who he is.”  I took a drink from my cup.  “He is not out to anyone, and as far as I know, I am the only one he has talked to about any of this.”

“Are you saying that we are adopting a soon to be new gay friend?”  He took a swig from his cup.

“He clamed up fast as soon as he seen the guys.” 

“I bet he doesn’t know he is in a safe place with all of our friends here, does he?”  He asked. 

I looked at him, “I don’t want to embarrass him, but I think we should just show him that his friends are pretty damn cool about us.  Maybe that can be a positive thing for him.  He will get to see how comfortable they are knowing we are gay.”

“I love you babe!” he said before he leaned over and gave me a kiss. 

Around one in the morning, the party started winding down.  Most of the family members had already left as well as most of the nondrinkers that were not staying overnight.  Shannon and Cindy took Grandma home sense Shannon had to be to work at seven in the morning.  Oh yeah, there was a mass of kids camped out on the ground under one of the large catering tents.  They left the dance floor down so no one was sleeping on the direct ground.  A few guys thought it would be fund to sleep in the bounce houses, but that ended fast.  Mr. Tony was not as afraid of people having sex in them, he was more worried about having to clean the mess should the moving around trigger someone drunk into throwing up.

There were about twenty of us gathered around a fire pit.  I had quit drinking about an hour before, but I was still super buzzed.  Not fall down drunk, but really buzzed.  Brent was on the same path.  I was sitting between his legs on the ground in front of him gazing at the fire.  He was sitting in behind me leaning up against the log. 

Without realizing it, his hand started traveling down inside of my tank tap.  When he ran his hand over my right nipple, I let out an audible moan.  My eyes were shut as I was enjoying the flow.  He leaned down and started to chew on my ear, humming as he was doing it.  (He has one of those deep rumbling hums that makes your toes curl up and cramp.)  He was getting me primed.  He proceeded till he had moved down to that sensitive spot below my ear at the cruck of my neck.  That sent me moaning a little more. 

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are tonight?”  He whispered in my ear before sticking his tongue in full force causing me to adjust my cock in my shorts.  Then he proceeded to move to the spot just behind my ear and with a low growling voice, “I want to make love to you tonight.”

My body was shaking at that.  My eyes flew open, fuck, I looked around and everyone was staring at us.  Thank god we only had the light from the fire pit, I was pretty sure if it were daylight, I would have been found blushing.

I cleared my throat using that to adjust myself again.

I was still a virgin.  Not that I was afraid, more so because we just really never did it.  I mean, I just took Brents’ V-card a few weeks ago.  I had not had the chance to give him mine. 

Yet.

I planned on giving him a work over tonight as the second part of his gift, but I was not planning on that.  I had no issues at all putting that on the menu tonight. 

“Well Mr. Lucas, if you want that tonight, I am going to have to head in shortly and run through the shower.”  I also knew that I was going to have to eat something too or I was going to end up with a massive hangover.

I stood up, gave Brent a kiss and started making my way to the kitchen, with any luck, there was still some of Grandma Lucas’s carrot cake stashed in the fridge.  I was in luck.  There was a plate with a huge slice and my name on it.  I took it out, grabbed a fork and took a seat at the kitchen bar.  Ok, it was probably more like six servings, but, for how hungry I was feeling, I didn’t know if that was going to be enough.

I had just started digging in when Andy showed up.  “I didn’t see that out anywhere.”  He said.

“Grab a fork, I will share.  This is from Brents Grandma.  She make a killer carrot cake.”  I said between bites.

“Thank you for reminding me of this party tonight.  I was afraid at first when I seen half my teammates here.  I didn’t notice them when I first walked in.”

“No biggie.  I am glad you got to see how everyone would react to you if you find that is who you are.  I was serious when I said you are in a safe place.  Everyone that was here today are very well informed of me and Brent, if they weren’t before today, they are now.” 

“It put me at ease when ever I seen you and Brent kissing and no one said a word, let alone flinch.” 

“Now, I am not saying that it is that way for everyone, we are very blessed in that aspect.  Come on man, you know how great of a school we went to was.”  I garbled out with a mouth full of cream cheese frosting that I scooped off of the plate. 

We talked for a few more minutes.  Once we cleared the plate off, I decided that all of the sugar from the cake was enough to hold me over till the morning for breakfast.  Soon as I put the plate and our forks into the dishwasher.  I gave Andy a hug and told him I was turning in for the night.  He thanked me once again before he headed out of the house towards the big tent to crash himself.

I looked down to where the fire pit was, from my position I could see Brent was sitting with his dad.  Arms around each other.  There looked like they were passing a bottle between each other.  Before I headed upstairs, I decided to head down to the basement where the Bar was set up.  Just before the walk outdoors to the pool.

Uncle Carlo and Uncle Dario was working on putting everything away.  They were Dads brothers.

“Hey Nicky, you need one for the road before we close up shop?” Uncle Dario asked.

“Sure, just nothing too strong.  I don’t want to be trashed in the morning.”  I said.

Before I knew it, he had mixed up something that looked like he poured a little out from every bottle.

“Here you go, this is the drink that will get you through college.  Good ole fashioned Long Island Iced Tea.”  He said proudly as he handed it to me.

I took a sip.  Not bad, I thought to myself.  A little tart, but it was good.  I will have to remember this.

At this party, we were not aloud to have our drinks in the house.  Mom did not want to have cups and bottles piled up all over her new house, so, we were allotted the yard to drink in.  I was getting ready to slam it so that I could get upstairs when Uncle Carlo told me to travel with it.  If I spill it, it was my hide and my responsibility to explain it to Mom.  Best believe me when I tell you, I carried that thing like it was an infant on my way back upstairs.

Once I made it to the room, I took a big swig and headed to the bathroom.  Brents room in the new house had it’s own on-suite.  I was not worried about privacy.  I turned on the water to let it warm up.  I downed the last of my drink before jumping in the shower.

God, it felt good with the rain fall jet on.  It felt like a continuous five-gallon bucket of water falling all over my body.  I could feel the day slide right off.  It was not a particularly hot day, it was just all day in the sun, with food and alcohol.  Not to mention the smell from the fire pit.  I switched the shower head over to just a standard handheld and started soaping up my body.  I was in a complete zone.  I did not even hear Brent as he stepped into the shower.  I soon felt hands on my back rubbing me down with soap. 

Soon as I was rinsed off, I changed positions with him and started to wash his body.  I love this man.  Every square inch.  I felt my buzz returning a little.  I washed him from head to toe.  I grabbed us both towels to dry off with before we stepped out of the bathroom.

We were holding each other at the foot of the bed.  Deep into a very passionate kiss/make-out session.  I slowly started to move my way down his body with kisses.  Taking my time.  I wanted to make sure that this moment was going to last in my memory.

Once I got down on my knees in front of him, his cock was hard as a rock and dripping a massive amount of pre-cum.  I swabbed my tongue over the head of his penis.  Yum, what a beautiful taste.  I tongued my way down the bottom side of his shaft just to the top of his ball sack.  I formed my tongue into a hook to grab one of his balls into my mouth.  When that one was nice and wet, I moved over to the next one.  I would have tried to get both into my mouth, that was not going to happen.  They were egg sized.  But I did spend a fair amount of time on them before I slowly moved a little lower to his tickle spot just behind his balls.

Before going any further, Brent pulled me down on him on top of the bed.  He had me maneuver around into a sixty-nine position.

Soon as I was straddling his face, I leaned over and took a hold of his cock.  I could smell him.  It was his personal scent mixed with the light scent from the body wash.  I swiped my tongue over the tip of his dick catching a big dallop of pre-cum that was about to fall and land on his stomach.  Not on my watch.

I just wrapped my hand around his cock when he spread my ass checks wide and started to lap at my hole.

I stated moaning.  That was such an intense feeling.  I slowly worked his cock in my mouth.  While he worked on eating out my ass.  After ten minutes or so, I had his dick down to the base.  I was at the right angle to throat him all the way down.  It was either the alcohol or the desire.  But I did it. 

I backed up a bit and got my breathing under control.  Once I felt comfortable, I swallowed him full on again.  This time, I started to move my throat muscles best I could.

“Fuck, what the hell are you doing?  That is pure wild.”  He asked me.

I just kept up doing what I was doing.  However, he did not let me do it too long.  “Hold on, I am way too close.”  I pulled back.  I gave him a few moments to relax before I went for it again, this time, with a little more suction then before.  “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” he screamed out.  I was just looking at his balls when I noticed them start to move up in his sack.  I stopped and pulled off.

He moved me off from him and had me get into doggie position.  He got down behind me and started rimming again, this time, he was using he index finger.  I bit the bedding when he hit my prostrate to keep from yelling.  After all, it was three in the morning.

Before I knew it, he added his middle finger to the mix.  It was tight, not uncomfortable, but I could tell it was tight.  I started to concentrate on relaxing my body.  Finding the enjoyment from this experience.  When he slipped in his third finger, I felt a little discomfort.  It was not long lived.  I was starting to let go and get into a rhythm. 

Before we went any further, Brent leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.  He opened the cap and poured some on his fingers and started working the lube in my crack and around my hole.  He added more lube and started to finger me again getting me nice and lubed up.  Once he felt like I was ready, he lubed up his cock and got closer behind me.

“Please, if anything does not feel right, let me know.  I don’t want to hurt you.” He said in my ear.  

I mumbled my understanding. 

Brent started applying a little pressure to his body waiting for mine to open up.  Brent was running his fingers up and down my back.  Goose bumps were running all over my body.  He pushed a little harder.  For some reason, I could not get my body to listen to my mind.  He added a little more pressure, and it felt like it was not going anywhere.

After a few more minutes, I was starting to fear that we were not going to be able to do it.  I then removed myself from what was going on and concentrated on the moment I first noticed him in that way.  I started to relax in my mind, and I decided to push back a little. 

I felt movement.  No pain yet, just tightness.  I pushed back a little more.  I could feel it start to go a little deeper.  Next, he put a little more pressure into it and all of the sudden, I almost blacked out from the excruciating pain that racked my body.  Along with the pain came a scream that sounded like a hunter trapping a rabbit.  If you know, you know.  Thank goodness my head was buried in the bed. 

“Do you need me to pull out?” he asked.

“Don’t you fucking move.  Don’t move at all.”  I said while my eyes filled up with tears.  After what felt like an hour, the pain dissipated.  Not completely gone, more like the way my legs burn after climbing up the ladder to the ten-meter dive platform.

Soon, I started rocking back and forth.  Not too far, but a little more each time.  Brent started rocking opposite my moves a little.

Before I knew it, I thought I had all of his cock in me.  I was feeling good, and the pain was all but gone.  My hardon started to come back.

“Your doing great Babe.  Your almost halfway there.”  you could hear the excitement in his voice.

Did that man just say not even half of him was inside.  Damn, my eyes started rolling in the back of my head.  Now, if he could talk all 11 inches of my cock, I should have no problem taking all eight and a half of his. 

Without warning, the head of his dick hit my prostate.  That was all it took.  I bit down on the bedding, timing it right, I forced my body back just as he was pushing forward.  He bottomed out.  Thank goodness he had the sense to stay locked into that position.  Not a smart move on my part.  The pain was nowhere near as bad as the first penetration, but it was massive.  It could have been mixed with the full feeling I was having with his pole shoved all of the way in.

“Are you ok?” he said sweetly.

“Please go slow.  The pain is gone.”  I said, trying to gyrate a little.

He started moving a little at a time, working out further ever now and then.  Soon as he was moving about half of his cock in and out, the pain was gone, and things started feel good.  I started rocking back and forth to help.  After a few minutes, I was comfortable, and he was pulling almost all of the way out.  It was felling damn good.

Then, he pulled his cock out till the head was all that was left inside.  “Are you ready for some fun now?”

I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I knew was getting ready to come.  I shook my head “yes”.

Without further waiting, he shoved everything he had back into me with such a force, I almost came.  I can’t even tell you the full barrage of words that were flying out of my mouth, I was talking in a different language.  I am quite sure I woke someone up in the house.  After a few more massive shoves like that.  Brent pulled out and had me roll over.  “I want to see your face while I make love to you.”

My heart melted.  As I moved into position and was raising my legs, Brent added some more lube to his cock.

He put my legs to rest on his shoulders as he guided his penis to my entrance.  When he leaned over to kiss me, I felt the head of his cock enter.  No pain at all.  “This is a different position, so you will feel something different”.  Informing me before he started sliding all of the way in.  Soon I felt his balls slapping into my ass.  He was all of the way in. 

It wasn’t long before he built up a nice strong slow movement.  God I was in heaven.  He moved and adjusted his slide a little. 

“Oh damn, that’s the fucking spot.  Oh, fuck me, Brent.  Claim me as yours.”  Where did that come from?  He was slamming into my good spot with every thrust.  I was dripping precum from my own cock like a fountain.  Every time he hit that spot, I let out a moan.  As he sped up, the louder I got and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer… I could feel my orgasm bubbling over.  I was not even touching my cock.

“I’m going to cum, fuck I am going to cum.”  It was not long after that my toes curled up, my body tensed, and I started erupting.  Four voles before I looked up at Brent and his face was scrunched up, then he all but pulled out before slamming back into the hilt one final time.  I was still Cumming when I felt him unload inside of me. 

He slowly put all of his weight on top of me as we were relishing in that after sex bliss.  We stayed that way trying to calm our breathing.  After a few minutes, it felt like he was getting ready to fall sleep on me.  I felt my legs starting to cramp in this position.  I tapped him on the back.

“Hey Thing One, my legs are sore.” I whispered to him. 

Just as soon as rolled off, there was a knock at the door.  “Hey, are you two going for round two?  If so, use a sock or a ball gage or something.”  It was Meranda.  We didn’t answer.  We just looked at each other in horror. 

After getting ourself cleaned up, we climbed under the covers, kissed each other good night and ended up in spooning positions.  Sleep came fast.

I was on a cloud, floating above everything.  I was in Brents arms, and I was in love.  I had some of the best dreams of my life that night.  I can’t remember any of them, but I do remember the calm that came over me.  I gave almost the last part of me to Brent.  I was elated with my choice to offer it to him.  He was my first, and my dreams to be the last and only.

It seemed like I just closed my eyes when there was another knock at the door, it woke both of us up out of deep sleep.

“Nicky, Dad’s going to move your car over to the parking pad if that is ok?”  Meranda relayed through the door.

“No problem” I said back to her.

“Mom said if you boys don’t wish to end up eating cereal this morning, you better get motivated, she is not keeping the kitchen going much past eleven this morning.”

“Thanks sis.” Brandon told her.  He must have looked at the clock because, before I knew it, he piped up.  “Shit, Babe, its ten thirty.  We need to get some food.  Or at least I need to get some food.”

“No problem, I think I can get up, no worse for the wear.” I laughed at my own joke.

Brent pulled me close into a hug and kissed my ear.  He was getting ready to kiss me on my lips when his breath smacked my nose.

“Oh, dam Brent, if that’s what your breath smells like after a night of drinking, I know mine smells the same.  Lets brush teeth and get downstairs.”  I pleaded with him.

It took us about ten minutes to get ready.  We figured we were going to get dirty helping tear down everything from yesterday, so we opted for grunge clothes and headed down.

Soon as we were halfway down the stairs, all talking stopped.  All eyes turned towards our direction.  There were at least a couple dozen people standing around in the kitchen area.  We both turned red, we were getting ready to turn around and run back upstairs when Grandam Lucas spotted us and called us over to her.  “Come here my beautiful young men.  Come give your Grandma a hug.” 

After we gave her a hug, Mom handed both of us plates that were full of French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs.  “Here guys, this should help to get some energy back into you both after yesterday.”

“You mean this morning?”  Meranda jibbed us.

Brent shot her a look of death.  “Someone was sounding louder then my wife on our wedding night.”  Uncle Carlo offered up.

Ok, the room was now making fun of us and hitting us hard.  Mom leaned over with in earshot of both of us.  “Why do you think I put the Master on the first floor on the opposite side of the house?” She said with a smirk.

The question is, was that so that they don’t hear anyone else, or so that no one can hear them?  I filed that into my mental rolodex for later use.

The day was full with lots of activities as everyone pitched in to tear everything down and pack up the rental trucks. 

By time it was four in the afternoon, there were just a few people left hanging around.  It became a lazy Sunday.  Mom and Dad decided to order pizza for an early dinner.  Everyone staying at the house would be able to delve into the leftovers.

Before I left to head home, I was summonsed to Dad’s home office.

It was Dad, Mom, Brent, and myself. 

“We have to let both you know, the cards we gave you are for you to use.” Mom said.  “There are only two rules, save and turn over all receipts.  The other is to be responsible.”

“We trust both of you boys, do us proud.”  Dad chimed in before pulling us all into a hug.

I made sure to track down Meranda and Granda Lucas before heading out.  I was tackled in the driveway by Uncle Carlo and Uncle Dario who were out there smoking cigars.  Away from everyone else.

“Hey kiddo, if both of your schedules are free anytime this summer, we are at the beach house every weekend.  Make sure to come up and visit.”  Uncle Carlo said.

“I will keep that in mind, and I will make sure to keep Brent on notice to.”

As soon as I walked in the door, Grandma asked if I was hungry.  I told her I was full, that I ate before I left Brents’.

“No problem, how about desert and a glass of milk?”  She asked.

“You know what, let me put this bag in my room and put my phone on the charger, I will be right back to join you.”

I quickly returned to see her dishing out a slice of Carrot cake onto a small plate.  She already had both glasses of milk poured.  Later I found out that Grandma Lucas sent it home with Grandma.

I took the milk, forks, and napkins to the dining room table.  Grandma followed behind with two plates of cake.  “So, tell me all about last night, did you have a good time?”  She asked as we dug in.  I was getting used to carrot cake talks.

When I swallowed after my first bite, I took a drink of a milk to clear my mouth.  “I had a blast.  It is a little sad, however.  It hit me towards the end of the night that a bunch of the people that was there yesterday, people who I have spent almost three years with, I will never see again.  But I guess that is how life goes.”  I took another bite.

“Son, that is one of life’s lessons.  People come and go.  Some stay a little longer than others.  Some stay for a lifetime.  If you are lucky enough, you will fill a tight circle of friends that will never leave your side.”  Her eyes were smiling.  I love this woman.

“Some aren’t able to stay long enough.”  I replied back.

After we had the dishwasher loaded, I gave Grandma a big hug and kissed her on her cheek as she headed off to bed. 

I was not really tired, so I went to my room shot a text message to Brent letting him know how proud I was of him, how much fun the past couple of days had been and how much I loved him. 

Before I could even set my phone down, it rang.  “That was quick.”  I said to Brent.

“Hey Baby, how is my boyfriend doing?”

“I am doing great, how about you?”

“Doing the same.  I started missing you the second you pulled out of our driveway.”

“I didn’t want to leave either.  I never wish to be without by my side.”

“Dude, I found myself crying a little bit ago.  Meranda comforted me when I was driving her to the airport.  She gave me a piece of advice, “the journey home to each other makes being apart more bearable.”

“I will hope that she is right.  We are going to be having a bunch of journeys for the next four years.”  I said to him.

“I love you babe.”

“I love you too.”  I said to him before ending the call and climbing into bed.  I was going to try to read some more of my book, but I just put it back on the table.  I did not last long once I turned out my lamp.

I take a seat next to you at the hotel bar. We are strangers but the night is still young.The bar has a quiet elegance about it with soft lighting and jazz playing in the background.  Tonight,I chose you because secretly and unknowingly I know that you desire the touch and passion that only a man can offer. Your stated sexual orientation matters little to me. I assume you are a straight guy who just wants a sweet woman to make his life perfectly fulfilled. I will change all of that by the end of the night. 

I introduce myself and we make some small talk.I make sure the drinks keep coming. Liquor is a great tool for breaking down inhibitions. My goal is to peel away all of your protective layers one by one until you are vulnerable and open to my advances. I ask questions and probe more deeply into your life. You begin to see me as a good listener and even a friend. As the time goes by,I sit closer to you, the warmth of our bodies becoming more noticeable but unspoken.  From time to time I touch your arm with friendly concern. We are slowly bonding and opening up to each other. When you speak, I hold your gaze. I want you to feel I am there for you .I understand you. I want to comfort you . I compliment you throughout the evening.I want you to feel special and even attractive. After a while, I excuse myself and go to the lobby. I want you to feel a sense of emptiness when I am not there. When I return, I caress your back and while I lightly tease you, “did you miss me?”As you laugh, I get even closer this time. I want you to feel my presence even more. Effective seduction requires a degree of assertiveness that breaks down all the barriers of the other person. I whisper very softly into your ear, ” I like you” as my hand caresses your inner thigh. I don’t want to come across as threatening or overly aggressive. I feel your breathing as you try to answer me, but I am not waiting for your answers or permission. I start to nibble your ear as my hand becomes more daring as it lightly caress your cock through your pants. “I want your cock in my mouth” I purr sexily into your ear . By now, you either have to jump up and run for your life or submit to whatever comes next. I am betting that your deepest desires will get the better of you! As I take charge, you become more submissive; your resistance is broken. My hands and tongue have free rein of your body.  “Meet me in the restroom” I softly request as I leave first and head Into the restroom. As the door opens, I quickly lead you into the last stall for maximum privacy. I push you firmly against the wall and kiss you strong and deep. You are shy and reluctant at first but I grab your hands and hold them as our tongues become intertwined in deep passion. I take the lead and remove your pants. My mouth is quickly around your growing cock sucking and licking your balls. You groan as you try to twist away from me; your weak defiance quickly melting away! I turn you around and start rimming your virgin asshole while giving you a hand job. By now you are stark naked and grinding your wet moist hole deeper and deeper into my face. Your  cock is rock hard and ready to explode!You let out a moan of uncontrolled pleasure as I stick my finger deep into your quivering asshole while I continue sucking your cock. As you ride my finger, you cum like a wild beast; your cries echo throughout the room! With your man juice still dripping out of my mouth, we embrace and kiss.. Our kiss seals a special pact between us. You know your body and soul belong to me! You can never deny nor escape our special carnal bond! 

Marquis and Kap sent the girls inside when they first arrived back at HT and went looking for Leo. Marquis knew that people would soon be calling for him to put Leo to sleep after that attack on Claire- or worse come to worst, try and force him to release the beast into the wild. Of course he would do neither; he knew that this was in isolated incident; Leo was provoked, combined with being spooked from the storm when the lion was suddenly surprised by a distraught Claire running right into him; instinct kicked in and Leo attacked. Marquis only hoped that his pet had calmed down since then and hadn’t gone up and spooked the horses. Heading for the stables where the Arabian whites were sheltered, they passed the stand of trees where the lion cub had been last seen, but before they could take another step they saw Leo- asleep and none the worse for wear, laying contentedly underneath the white baboon’s tree, with his paws curled around- the white baboon (!), his own simian arms wrapped around Leo’s neck…!

Both beasts were fast asleep, Leo’s gentle, continual snores causing the baboon to snuggle deeper into the cub’s growing mane. Their comfortable manner suggested that this was a long-standing pattern, the two beasts sleeping together. Knowing the white baboon’s chittering, stand-offish nature and Leo’s growing cat-like, arrogant regard for lesser animals, the boys looked in shock at one another at surprising this turn of events. Marquis grinned. Growing up in a family of DL African-American men, combined with his own DL understanding with Kap, made him somewhat numb to this sort of shock.

“I guess Leo never bothered the Arabians,” Marquis said with quiet awe.

“I guess some of the animals at HT are DL too,” Kap whispered, a chuckle in his voice.

They left the animals where they were, not too keen on trying to wake a sleeping lion, nor a sleeping baboon with an attitude, and headed back to the main building, where they now all stood looking down at the sleeping baby and the homeless man.

Danny came into the room just then. His eyes fell on Ray sleeping with Jamara on his chest. The sight of his lover holding such a protective bond “He saved her life today,” he proclaimed in a whisper. “Even now he protects her in his sleep. They say when you save someone’s life you become responsible for them.”

“More than you know, Uncle Danny- come into the hall,” Kap said then.

Danny, a puzzled look on his face, allowed Kap to lead him into the hallway, followed by Carmen, Angelina and Marquis, who closed the nursery door shut behind them. Going over to a small seating area near a set of elevators, they sat down- and before Danny could say anything, Kap filled him in on what his mother told them all of Jamara’s alleged parentage. “One of the maids said my moms left about a half-hour before we got back from the hospital,” Kap added. “She probably went home to get some sleep- she has to be at her job in a little while.”

“And you all are sure Cheyenne’s telling the truth….?” Danny said incredulously- “No offense,” he added to Kap.

“None taken,” Kap said amicably. “I wouldn’t accept it just like that, either…! Ray believes her, though.”

“Imagine if it was true…! That’s as weird as Ray ALMOST being my Grandpa Trey’s long-lost twin,” Marquis said.

“Now wouldn’t that have been the strangest thing,” Danny mused. “If he had turned out to be Ray Hill AND Jamara’s biological father, that would make Jamara your half-sister,” he indicated to Kap, “and YOUR 2nd cousin,” he said to Marquis.

“I’m going to ask Uncle Mar and Pop if they’ll let me be her godfather,” Marquis said proudly. “I wanna take good care of my little adopted sister.”

“And if she’s actually MY little sister,” Kap said- “I couldn’t see a better godfather for her than my best friend,” he grinned at Marquis.

“Would that make us related….?” Marquis said to Kap, a slight frown on his face.

“Naw, not even if the bloodlines really were all matched up,” Kap smiled in reassurance. “We would only both be related to Jamara, but not to each other.”

“That’s a relief,” Marquis said, laughing at Kap. “Not that I wouldn’t mind you being my cousin, but-”

“I get it,” Kap said, laughing back.

Danny watched this exchange and his eyes narrowed, his detective’s mind putting together some unspoken pieces of the puzzle- and then smiled inwardly. With startling insight he realized that his godson Marquis and his best friend were in love, and following in the footsteps of Lamar and Malik… Silently, he wished them well.

“I’ll ask Malik and Lamar if I can be her godmother, so when we get married, Jamara will have a matched set,” Carmen said then, reaching out and touching her boyfriend’s hand and smiling at him warmly. Marquis pulled her close, his heart in his eyes.

“Wow- talk about ‘keeping it in the family’,” Angelina murmured. “‘Specially if she’s YOUR sister as well,” she looked over at Kap.

Danny’s eyes widened as more unspoken pieces of this puzzle fit together- he realized with a shock that Marquis surpassed anything Lamar and Malik had accomplished romantically: not only was Marquis and Michael in love with each other, but both their girlfriends KNEW- and they ACCEPTED it…!

Clearing his throat to dismiss the surprise from his voice, Danny spoke up. “Well, there’s a simple way to prove whether or not Jamara is your biological sister, Michael,” Danny said to Kap- “a DNA test. I’ll ask Ray if he’ll take one- but this time I’ll ask first,” he added to himself wryly.

The boys thanked Danny, and hand-in-hand with their girlfriends, they went off to bed.

Danny sat there in the parlor chair for a time, staring at the closed door which housed his lover. And that’s when he realized that he had let Ray into his heart. His nightmares of seeing Trey shot to death over and over were probably gone for good- Ray was the one who, unawares to Danny, had crept in and captured him in a totally different way than Trey ever had.

Danny, amazed at the sudden insight he had about this, was also amazed at the surprise insight on his godson. Imagining what it would be like to have a relationship like that- married to a woman that not only knew of her husband’s love for another man, but accepted it to boot! Young, rich and handsome, headed for college, preparing for a future, a lifetime of love with both his lover and his wife- Marquis would truly have the happy life all the Hill family dreamed for him, including his father, Rah-Rah- who now lay drowned at the bottom of a cave, or washed out to the Gulf by now… Danny shook his head in disgust at the waste of life.

He continued to sit and stare at the closed nursery door where Ray and Jamara slept on. He wondered, not for the first time, whether Potters was accurate in the DNA test he had run on Ray- but Potters was loyal, his work was exemplary at the office. It just wouldn’t make sense that this DNA test would be the first one he got wrong in almost 7 perfect years leading WolfRam & Hart’s genetic lab… it had to be accurate. He would call Potters in a while to set up this latest round of tests- for Jamara and Ray.

Upon further thought, he thought about running a DNA test on himself- and Lamar, as well. He just took his aunt at her word that he was Juke Jenkins’ long-lost son. He had to face facts, sooner or later- one day soon the man known as Inamae Shazzad will come forth with his claim as the biological father of the world-famous Karl Khronic; Danny had to be ready for that day. Once all was said and done, the truth would finally show whether or not Jamara was Ray’s firstborn daughter, whether or not Danny was Juke Jenkins’ youngest son, and (he swallowed heavily against this last thought) whether or not Lamar was the biological son of Lionel Jenkins…

Marquis, Carmen, Kap and Angelina all sat in Marquis’s room on the oak and white velvet settees in Marquis’s parlor, just sitting in silence, the night’s exhaustion finally creeping upon them all as the sun rose higher in the sky. Angelina was looking around at the Tiffany lamps, the ostentatious drapes and wall carvings. “I know this used to be a hotel, and this was probably one of the more upscale suites,” she remarked in that ethereal tone one uses after staying up the whole night, “but this isn’t really the room I’d expected you to choose to live in.”

“It’s a little… dainty, right?” Marquis smiled at her tiredly. “Pop bought the furniture as is right along with everything else when he bought HT outright; when I was little I liked this room the best- it just feels comfortable in here, feel me?”

They all looked around sleepily- and as one nodded their agreement.

Carmen stood then, yawned- and began undressing, heading for Marquis’s king-size bed. “Come on,” she said to no one in particular, articles of clothing falling in her wake.

Angelina, Kap and Marquis all struggled to their feet and trooped after the girl to the bed, stopping in amazement.

Carmen lay there in front of them all, completely naked- her body radiant and sexy as hell. She lay there watching them all. “Well, you all know what time it is,” she said lewdly.

Marquis was suddenly shocked fully awake. “Uhhh, baby,” he began, his face paling.

“Look, it was bound to happen,” Carmen said then, smiling at her boyfriend. “We all went through a horrible night, and this is a special occasion- we won’t be doing this on a regular basis,” she added pointedly. “I want you to feel what its like to be comforted by both the loves of your life,” she said with silk. “I promise I won’t bite,” she said to Kap, who looked shocked. “Unless you want me to, of course…” She looked at Angelina, holding out her hand in invitation. “Shall we..?”

Angelina was already shedding her clothes, a look of intense ecstasy on her face. “Now you get to see how girls play when we’re alone,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye to Kap.

Kap and Marquis looked at each other. “Damn, it’s like that, huh?” Marquis asked his lover.

“Well, let’s not keep the girls waiting,” Kap said with a smile at Marquis.

Both boys began pulling off their clothes like it was the last day on earth.

While they were undressing the girls had started their playtime. Both fully undressed, Marquis and Kap stood for a second and watched mesmerized as Angelina lay Carmen down on her back, leaning over and flicking Carmen’s perked, light-pink nipples with her pierced tongue, which seemed to be much longer than Marquis ever realized. Angelina’s breasts were already buxom, but naked they seemed even larger… her large nipples poked straight out, giving the look of a centerfold model. His dick suddenly surged so strong he thought he was about to nutt- he grabbed himself to slow the advance. “Got-DAYUM,” he whistled through his teeth intensely.

Carmen, meanwhile, was beginning to moan in that sexy way that usually sent shivers through Marquis’s nuttsack. Angelina had made her way down to the dark muff of curls resting between Carmen’s legs, and dove her face in with relish. In seconds a sloppy, wet slurping sound filled the room, and Angelina was kneeling with her hips arched high in the air. Marquis could see her pussy starting to drip with heat just underneath her ass crack.

“Go ahead,” Kap whispered, one hand on his 9.5 beer-can thickness, the other hand reaching over to stroke Marquis’s swollen 11-inch dick; when it rose to full strength it looked just like a heavy pole of veiny flesh. Marquis’s mushroom head flared from the touch and he almost nutted again. He grabbed Kap, then slid his tongue down his best friend’s throat, both of them gagging from the sheer intensity of it. Their tongues wrestled viciously and masculine moans filled the room to mix with the feminine sounds of lust coming from the bed.

Kap broke the kiss almost ferociously, his eyes glinting with an almost animal-sex intensity. “Taste my girl,” he whispered, “cause I wanna taste you.”

Marquis didn’t think he’d last much longer without spitting off a gallon of nutt- but he kneeled on the bed and got in between Angelina’s legs, who shifted her legs wider without moving her head from in between Carmen’s thighs, which were beginning to jerk and spasm softly. Marquis knelt his head down and touched his tongue to the bottom of Angelina’s wet pussy- she jumped a bit and moaned as he began tasting her- her pussy was sweet and was almost fruity to the taste. For the third time he almost nutted- he thought his own girl’s pussy tasted good, he never thought Angelina would have the same taste to hers…

Just then he felt the bed shift behind him and he felt Kap’s tongue flick over his exposed asshole. Marquis almost passed out from the new sensation. Kap began to moan low and deep as he started attacking Marquis’s ass with a man’s strength…

A fiery wave of lust swept the room, the four inside surrendering before it. Marquis had never done anything like this before. Anything and everything was no-holds barred between them all. For a while there was no sense of time or place- there was only grasping bodies, masculine and feminine moans of passion so abandoned, so intense- afterwards Marquis never could remember exactly everything that happened. There were bits and pieces- he remembered Kap doing push-ups on his face, that massive thick dick stretching his throat to where he couldn’t breathe (not that it mattered) while Carmen licked out his asshole… he remembered Angelina throwing him onto the bed and sliding her wet, hot pussy down onto his 11-inch monster, riding him like a bucking bronco… he remembered Carmen shouting from pure lust, holding onto the mattress for dear life as Kap almost broke her back from pounding her pussy with his thrusting manhood… he remembered the flood of hot liquid that rained into his mouth when Angelina came for the umpteenth time as he ate her out… but the part he remembered most vividly was the moment he finally let loose- his legs were up in the air and Kap was sliding that thick, phat black dick deep into his guts with that fast and furious rough-house fuck that Kap liked to do- by now the dude had fucked them all in the room the same way- but Marquis knew that Kap had taken it easy on the girls… this was different. Kap had Marquis in the buck, legs almost over his head, that monster 9.5 dick sliding all the way in deep, pulling back all the way out, high-speed like a piston on overdrive- laying to his right, Angelina’s tongue was back deep inside Carmen’s clenching pussy, her back arching of its own accord as Angelina assaulted her with pure lust. They were in the 69 position, Carmen thoroughly attacking Angelina’s pussy just as passionately. Just then Carmen grabbed Marquis’s hand-

And then Kap began to shudder. “AHHH MY NIGGA… I’M BOUT TA NUTT, NIGGA,” he cried, his thick dick pushing deeper into Marquis’s guts, suddenly feeling thicker and longer-

Marquis lost control.

“AAAAHHHHRRRRGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” he cried, his 11-inch pole dick stretching to what looked like over a foot-long- and without his touching it a rush of ecstasy flooded though Marquis and out through his flared mushroom dickhead. Nutt shot up into the air like a geyser, raining hot liquid fire over all of them- which, of course, set off the chain reaction.

Kap couldn’t hold it back anymore. “AHHHH SHYYT-AWWW SHHYYYT-AWWWWSSHHHYYYYYTTTTTAAHHHH,” he yelled, his midsection jerking and jerking, unloading hot warmth into Marquis’s clenching asshole. It seemed to go on forever, non-stop.

Marquis’s knew the feeling. He couldn’t stop himself either- his strong, veiny dick kept shooting as each new flood of rushing passion ran through him over and over- his thick nutt sprayed over and over like a water-gun- he was having the first multiple orgasm of his life, and he couldn’t control it… “AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH,” he kept crying out, his free hand grasping the edge of the bed, his legs up-ended, thrashing wildly in Kap’s grip-

And then Carmen and Angelina both began to thrash about the bed together- Carmen’s hand clamed down on Marquis’s with a death-grip.

“MMMFFPPHHHHAHAAAHHHHHHHH,” Carmen howled, her muffled cries mixing in with Angelina’s muffled yelps as she exploded.

For several seconds the air was charged with yells and moans from them all- then it began to subside. Marquis’s passion was suddenly spent, and then Kap let go of his legs and pulled that large thick dick out of his ass with a plop! and slid down beside him, still quivering. Marquis couldn’t move; his strength seemed to be all but gone. Dimly he felt the massive amount of nutt Kap filled him with slosh and bubble around in his guts.

To his right Carmen and Angelina had also subsided. Angelina had scrambled from off of Carmen and laid down on her right side, her chest heaving. “Kap, baby,” she drawled.

With a groan Kap got up from Marquis’s side, kissing him softly on the cheek, and crawled through the tangle of bodies, his spent dick limp and dragging across them all as he stretched over to Angelina. They snuggled together as Carmen leaned on her side and reached for Marquis. He pulled her close and settled into her. For a moment there was silence as they all started to fall asleep- but the girls wound up snoring before he dozed off.

Marquis looked over the naked, beautiful sleeping girls to Kap- who he saw stared back at him silently. Then as one, they slowly- to not disturb the girls- reached out an arm to each other, clasping hands with a burning grip that made Marquis’s sore dick stir in response once more.

Kap’s eyes were glistening with tears as he smiled at Marquis, all his love for everyone in the room bursting through his gaze, yet reserving a special, deeper love for him- a love would always remain forever just theirs, separate and eternal.

Marquis’s eyes shimmered back in the candlelight, sending Kap the silent message that he felt the exact same way; that though he would be married one day to Carmen and happy with her, Kap would always be his first-and best-true love.

******

“I wanna go home,” Lamar protested.

“Not yet,” Malik persisted.

Every five minutes Lamar would burst out with that phrase, and every five minutes Malik would shoot it down. This had been going on since Lamar came out of surgery and Malik met him in Post-Op; all the way down the hallway to the assigned room and ever since, they repeated this phrase-response. On the surface he as was stoic and responsive as a good life-partner should be during these times, yet inwardly Malik was torn between relief and anxiety- the fact that Lamar literally dodged death relieved him greatly; on the other hand, knowing that he was eventually going to have to tell Lamar what the doctors said about his future health was filling him with a great foreboding. He insisted to the doctors that he be the one to tell Lamar about this dreadful diagnosis, for in his mind Malik already feared Lamar was too fragile to hear this news. He sat at Lamar’s bedside, holding his hand- and stared out of the window at the shadow of Mt. Rainier, a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach-

“Ok, Malik- what’s going on….?” Lamar cut into Malik’s thoughts.

“Wha-uhhh, I dunno whut ya mean,” Malik said.

This, of course, confirmed to Lamar that there WAS a problem. “There’s only two times you, Professor Hill, would use Ebonics,” Lamar stated to Malik- “when you’re angry, and when you’re trying to cover something up. Why don’t you just tell me what the doctors told you about me- the thing that you didn’t want them to tell me directly…?” he asked in an insufferingly patient tone as he crossed his arms. “Whatever it is, it’s got you scared.”

“Come on, you’re supposed to be getting better,” Malik wheedled. “Can we deal with other stuff tomorrow, maybe even on the weekend…?”

“It IS the weekend- early Saturday morning,” Lamar reminded Malik; “and you’re avoiding the question.”

“I DO NOT avoid questions,” Malik replied with dignity.

“I’ll just call the nurse in here then,” Lamar said, “and maybe she’ll tell me-”

“Baby, wait,” Malik said then, reaching out to grasp the hand that was snaking towards the call button. “I’ll tell you.”

ERIC PICKS UP WHERE HE AND STAN LEFT OFF AFTER THE FIRST BLOWJOB

After I was able to convince sexy hot straight horny Stan to let me suck his cock on a Wednesday night after we had been studying for a history exam for a history exam on Friday, this is what happened next.

For the next two days, I could not get my mind off how incredible the taste of straight Stan’s amazing cock and cum had been I was obsessed with can I get Stan to go further or was a that a one time great sexual moment?

On Friday at 11:00 AM as I entered the history class anxious about the big history exam, I took a seat next to hot Stan who gave me a huge grin, a high five and handed me a note that I put in my pocket as the professor handed out the exam. I was able to finish the exam before Stan, I stood in the hallway and read his note. “Hey Eric buddy, how about going to lunch for a quick bite at the campus pizza place before my 1 PM class? I will pay.”

 I smiled as my cock begin to swell. Oh my god, Stan seemed OK about that blowjob I gave him. Was he really willing for more or was he just wanting to be friends and more study sessions. My heart was racing as I wondered about the possibilities. I was so horny for Stan’s beautiful body and that amazing huge cock and lots of cum.

In about ten minutes Stan walked out of the class and gave me another high five and we walked to the pizza place and ordered our food. We took a seat in a private corner waiting for our food. I was so nervous until Stan looked deep into my blue eyes with his beautiful brown eyes sending what I thought was a seductive message of a horny guy who wanted more man sex.

Stan took a deep breath before he said that he thanked me for giving him the best blowjob of his life and that he could not stop thinking about me and how awesome that climax was and he was so turned on every since with me.

I remember swallowing hard and responded with relief as my cock became very hard. I gave Stan a very seductive smile and said “you just made me so happy. Do you want to get together at your condo tonight? We could have a study session or whatever you want?”

Holy shit, Stan put his hand under the table and placed his hand on my inner thigh and begin to run it across my huge bulge as he said: “Yes something other than a study session buddy.” I almost shot a load in my briefs at that moment. Man is this going where I think it is going? Is Stan ready to be my fuck buddy? 

We got our food and as we finished eating and got up to leave Stan put his hand on my shoulder as I felt shivers run up and down my spine as he said how about 7:00 PM? 

I was horny as hell all afternoon and went home and around 6 PM took a long shower including douching my ass hoping for a great night of man sex.

When I got to Stan’s condo at 7:00PM and he opened the door only in a pair of dark red see through gym shorts highlighting that amazing cock and tight balls, I almost shot a load of man seed. I smelt something very good. Stan had me come to his kitchen where he was finishing a delicious dinner including T-Bone steaks, baked potatoes, vegetables and a green tossed salad. For desert he had made a lemon pie.

As we ate Stan let loose with a serious expression saying he had never thought he would ever doing anything gay but that amazing blowjob got him to seriously realizing he had never had a more satisfying orgasm and he admitted that he had wanted to tell me I had  not only become his  best friend on campus but  even before the blowjob he had begun to have strong sexual feeling for me. He went on to say I was the first male to get him hot and horny. He even told me that had had masturbated several times since we had become study partners thinking about making love to me. That is why every time we got together he always brought ups sex hoping to get up the nerve to tell me about his feelings. 

“Eric I tried so hard to deny these feelings and reassure myself I was not gay but here is something about you that made me face I wanted you. I cannot explain what has happened but you turn me on like no one before.

I jump up and pull Stan into a hard bear hug and begin to kiss him as our crotches bang hard together feeling our rock hard cocks come together. Overcome with desire for each other, I ram my tongue deep into his throat and we start sloppy French kissing as gobs of salvia wets our mouth and tongues. The salvia runs out of our mouths, down our chins and onto our bare chests. 

What is it that both Stan and later in graduate school with Logan do I have on these two straight dudes. Man I am so lucky.

Back to that Friday night. Now Stan and I have raging hormones as just turned 19 year olds with uncontrollable testosterone wanting to make wild love like two wild animalistic needs. As I write this scene about that Friday night,  I am so horny remembering that night and the other times Stan and I made love. He becomes such a gay lover for almost four years–a perfect fuck buddy.

Although we had not had that lemon pie yet, we got undressed and butt naked headed to his bed ready for hot steamy sex with two very steel hard cocks leaking precum. Stan asked me to suck his cock just like the first time and he wanted me to take charge as this was his first totally gay sex as he knew all those times I had fucked with T J in high school.

I watched as Stan begin to shiver anticipating what we are going to do as I would stay the night. I got on the bed on my back, spread my legs so Stan could see how hard and throbbing my leaking cock was causing his cock to jerk wildly. I had him get up and place his dark naked ass on my upper chest as I grabbed that hot pulsating cock and licked his purple big mushroom leaking head before I took hold of his cock and begin to swallow it deep into my throat. Soon I was wildly using my tongue and mouth to massage and deep throat his red hot blood filled dick over and over. I loved the taste of all that pecum on my tongue. Soon so overcome with desires and lust Stan begin to take charge and use his hips to drive his huge 9 inch cock to the back of my throat as we both moaned and rapid breathing. I decided to make things even more hot and exciting as  Stan fucked my mouth. I reached around and put a finger in his puckering clean ass driving Stan ever more into total heat. I finger fucked his man pussy as he wildly fucked my mouth feeding me his amazing sweet precum until he was close to coming. We were by then creating two wet bodies was we begin to sweat like two dogs in heat. Stan was by now really realizing he was a fucking gay dude in love with me as I was also falling in love with him.

We caught our breaths as he pulled his cock out of my mouth  and we begin to wildly kiss again as I shared his precum with him. That was so fucking hot. 

As Stan came down from his edging he wanted me to suck his cock again. I had him stand up by the side of the bed, spread his legs exposing his sweaty beautiful crotch and iron hard big cock  as I got down on my knees in from of this sweaty crotch and precum spewing cock head. I begin to drive him wild as I took my tongue and licked his Perineum for the longest time before running my tongue up and on those cum filled balls deep into my mouth trying to milk those balls  and then took his vein covered pulsating cock all the way down my throat and begin a very long fast sucking his manhood coming almost all the way off that organ before swallowing that entire cock deep in my mouth over and over while I used two fingers to fuck his ass. I located his prostate and massaged it while I sucked that young 19 year old man cock. We both were in pure ecstasy. This sex went on until Stan could not last any longer. I knew he wanted me to take his cum in my mouth so as he begin to climax never telling me he was about to come but I felt his cock head swell and the veins begin to throb and he let out a loud grunt as  he burst blast after blast deep in my throat as I swallowed as much as I could with the rest running out of the corners of my mouth.

As he was spent, he pulled out that still semi hard cock out of my mouth and with a huge smile said that that blowjob was even better than the first blowjob I had given him. Yea he assured me that he was now mine and no more female pussy. I was so happy to have won him as my fuck buddy.

In the next story, I will share what else we did that night and all that weekend. Hope you’re excited and hard!!!

NOTE: By the way, I have several straight male friends who were married over the years that have discovered they were truly gay, left their wives and are now married to guys. They have in the most part remained friends with their former wives. Has that happened to any of your friends?

The men lined up to fuck me

They were naked and erect

All past the age of pension

So what the fuck did I expect

Well they all looked pretty horny

And their pricks were hard as rocks

So I showed them all my hairy hole

Inviting all their cocks

A man into his sixties

Knelt before my twitching arse

His knob a shiny work of art

No arsehole could surpass

He dug his cock right in my hole

I squealed in sheer delight

He said my arsehole was the best

And pretty hot and tight

He fucked me with a stamina

A teen would be so proud

And when he shot his spunk in me

He hollered pretty loud

My arsehole dripped with semen

And another stiff hung gent

Rammed his cock inside me

And rode my creamy arse hell bent

He soon came with a randy grunt

And shot his cum inside

I was grateful for his randy fuck

And thanked him for the ride

My hole was now quite juicy

And dripped a spunky blob

Another cock slipped in my hole

And two pushed in my gob

Seventy and randy

The old man began to fuck

Whilst I was pretty busy

With two cocks I had to suck

The fucker went ballistic

Shagging me with all his vigour

His cock the largest I had had

Proved cocks are best when bigger

He creamed my hole with loads of spunk

I quivered with delight

My arsehole throbbed and tingled

It must have looked a creamy sight

Cum sliding from my sphincter

As I sucked the two old cocks

And another prick slides up my arse

To cream off two more rocks

I could have sucked both old men off

And swallowed all their cum

But they desired to fuck me good

And shoot spunk up my bum

The old man shagging me to hell

Soon shot his spermy spunk

And the two cocks pulled from out my mouth

To begin their arsehole dunk

Both cocks pushed eagerly inside

To double fuck my arse

I squealed as they both stretched my hole

The fuck was gonna last

I moaned and groaned as both men shagged

Their cocks felt Oh! So good

And when they both spunked in my guts

I whimpered like I should

A gang fuck filling me with cum

My arsehole red and raw

At twenty five and horny

I  knew what my arse was for.