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Author’s Note:  Special thanks for Gary and Terry for their suggestions and proof-reading. Any inconsistencies, spelling errors, typos, or grammatical mistakes are therefore their fault.

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The Last Hoorah

Thursday evening rolled around, and I showed up at a house just outside of Bridgeport, Connecticut, at the designated time.  I didn’t have particularly high hopes, but if this was the only real chance I had of getting the money I was owed from the debacle that was the party earlier in the week.  If nothing else, it would give me a chance to thank the bartender that had helped care for me in its aftermath.

I still seethed when I thought about how I had been treated at the party a few days before.  Even after more than a decade of being a whore, that was the only time I had really been violated against my will.  True, I had needed to fend off sleazeballs before, and I’d cut engagements off early because they were straying from the agreed-upon terms.  That was the first –- and only –- time that gang rape had been a realistic prospect.  I still felt that things would have turned out very badly for me if not for Charlie the caterer and Daniel the bartender stepping in to help me.

As I rang the door chime at the modest home, I made up my mind that I would return the $100 bill with the address written on it that Daniel had given to me that night.  He had acted in my best interests, and it would not have been fair to him if he lost some of his income for that evening.  He hadn’t been a part of the assault in my person, and he had helped remove me from danger and clean my (admittedly minor) wounds.  I fingered the $100 bill with his address in my pocket, fully expecting to return it with my gratitude.

The door opened, and Daniel, the handsome bartender from a few nights earlier, stood before me in a plush bathrobe and slippers.  He grinned.  “I hoped it was you,” he said congenially.  “Come in.”

I stepped inside, noting that the house was tastefully, if minimally, decorated.  There were few pictures on the walls, but everything was spotlessly clean.  He walked over to a small side table in the hallway, motioning me to follow him.  He picked up an envelope and offered it to me.

“This is what we were able to get for you,” he said simply.  “This should cover your fee for the night, with a bit extra.”  He looked into my face, no longer smiling.  “That should never have happened to you.  It shouldn’t happen to anyone.”

“I’ve been meaning to thank you,” I said, not reaching for the envelope.  “You two probably saved me from a pretty terrible time.  If you guys hadn’t shown up–”

“That’s bullshit,” Daniel said.  “You looked like you could defend yourself from what I saw when I got there.  You were about to kick some old-man ass all over that room, and they would have deserved it.”

Under other circumstances, I might have grinned at the sentiment, but the memory was still too fresh in my mind.  “I don’t know,” I said, my voice beginning to tremble a little. “There were so many—”

My voice was cut off by an unexpected hug.  My face was suddenly enveloped by the shoulder of the fluffy robe as he took me into his arms and pulled me in tight.  I did not cry, but I did return his comforting embrace.  One of his hands reached up to stroke the back of my head soothingly.  He nestled his head on my shoulder, turning it slightly so that I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

“It’s O.K.,” he reassured.  “I know that couldn’t have been easy for you.  I’m glad I could have helped, but I wish I had been there sooner.”  He pushed his head forward slightly and gave me a light but unhurried kiss on my neck.

At another time and in another place, I would have taken that kiss as an invitation to something more, but that was not the reason why I was there that night.  I was not “on the clock” anymore and did not want to overstep any bounds with one of the men who had come to my rescue only a few days later.  Still, I tilted my head slightly to give him better access if he wished to proceed.

Instead, he straightened up, still holding me.  “There’s better than $1,500 in this envelope,” he said.  “We – Charlie and I, that is — took up a collection from those old fucks that tried to molest you after you left.  We took a small cut of it for our silence, but you earned everything in there.  That’s all for you.”

I pulled back, shocked.  “That’s a lot more than I was supposed to get,” I said.  “I was only expecting the $550 I had negoti—”  Something occurred to me.  “Wait a second.  Did you guys blackmail those fuckers?”

He smirked slightly.  “Blackmail is such a dirty word, isn’t it?”

A smile tried to force its way onto my face.  “Nothing less than they deserved,” I conceded. “But I can’t take all of that.”

“Yes, you can.  Consider it payment for services rendered above and beyond the call of duty.”

My shoulders slumped slightly.  “I was just a whore paid to serve food and drinks in a jockstrap,” I reminded him.

“And you said you were giving that up, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then consider it severance pay.”

I shook my head.  I liked the clever response, but a bit of cash wasn’t going to fix what had happened to me or make me feel better.

He paused thoughtfully.  “If you were still going to sell your body, would you take it?”

I hesitated.  “Maybe,” I acknowledged.  “I took money for a lot of things over the years, not just for sex.”

“Look at it this way, then,” he said, releasing me from the hug.  His hands dropped to the cord holding his robe together.  “I’ve seen you naked, or mostly naked, anyway.  You’ve got a great attitude and a nice body, and if I saw you out at a bar I’d probably try to pick you up.”  He tapped the envelope filled with money on the end table.  “Can you make me your last job?  Fuck around with me, take the money, and call it even?”

I took a moment to consider.  This man was obviously desirable, and he thought I was, also. Unless I made a break for the door, he was going to keep insisting that I take the money that had been collected, and that amount of cash was always nice to have around.  Did I want to end my career as a prostitute having one last wild time with a sexy man, or did I want that part of my life ending with my jockstrap being ripped off of me by more than a dozen horny, drunken men in their 60s and 70s?

“You’re serious?”  I asked.

“As a heart attack.”

I knew that I shouldn’t.  If I was ending that part of my life, then I should end it and be done.  My hesitation was being taken as acquiescence, though, and he was slightly pulling at the knot holding his robe together.  I could see a bare leg, his hairy chest, and those gorgeous green eyes.

In the end, it was really no contest.  Hormones and “whore moans” are homophones for a reason.  The former was about to elicit the latter from me for one more time.

I reached for the envelope and took it.  As I slid it into the inside pocket of my jacket, I said, “You don’t have to do this, you know.  I mean, if you’re serious, then I’m going to take you up on it because you’re sexy as fuck, but it’s really not—”

My speech was interrupted by Daniel’s tongue entering my mouth.  He gave a final twitch to his robe, and it opened as he stepped into me and pulled me into a passionate kiss.  His body pressed against my clothing as I reached under his robe and around to his bare back with my hands.  I felt his impressively large and stiffening cock press against my leg as I kneaded his back.  Our mouths slid across each other’s lips and tongues, and our breathing began to come heavier.

After a few moments, he pulled back, panting.  He turned from me, sliding his robe off of his shoulders and onto the floor.  A pair of lightly furred and taught buttocks faced me as he began walking away.  “The bedroom is this way, and you’re wearing too many clothes.”

Taking the hint, I began unpeeling my clothes from my body as I followed him.  My jacket ended up on a chair.  One shoe was kicked off in the hallway and other in the kitchen.  My shirt ended up on the door handle to his bedroom.  When I entered the room, I was stripped to the waist.

My host had made it into the bedroom several seconds ahead of me.  He had climbed onto the bed and taken position on his knees, with his shoulders on the mattress.  His legs were splayed, and that beautiful ass was pointed directly in my direction.  His feet dangled over the edge of the mattress, with the soles greeting me.

I hurriedly removed the rest of my clothing, staring and admiring the orbs of beauty that were being shaken ever so slightly at me as a temptation.  I fell into that temptation face first as I began to hungrily gorge myself on his hole. There was no subtlety or foreplay with my tongue; my desire was so strong that I began lapping and tasting his depth as quickly as I could.

A long moan erupted from the bartender the instant he felt my warmth on his skin.  He hunched back into my face as I continued to lick. His hole almost had a sweetness to it, and I could have happily buried my face in there for hours at a time.  His ass literally made me drool, and spit began to coat my chin and the back of his ball sack as I generously lubricated his hole with my saliva.  I used one hand to pull back one of his cheeks while my other hand reached down to my cock.

He felt what I was doing and reached back with his own hands to spread himself open as far as he could.  His ass was slight and muscular, but every little motion seemed to let my tongue probe deeper into his insides.  Hungry growls escaped my throat as I tongue-fucked his hole.  Now that he was spreading himself, I reached underneath him to feel his impressively large cock.

He was already dripping precum, even though I hadn’t spent much time working his ass over with my mouth, yet.  As I slipped my hand around the head and massaged it with the natural lubricant, he gave a needy whine.  Once I could feel my fingers were completely slick with his juices, I switched hands, using his precum to lubricate my own dick as I continued to masturbate myself.  The hand that had been on my cock continued to massage and milk more and more precum out.

“My God,” he panted, grinding his ass against my face.  “I haven’t had my ass eaten like this in years.  Guys around here don’t want to do it.”  I couldn’t understand that, as rimming was one of my favorite sexual activities.  This ass was spectacular on both taste and touch.  I should have been eaten lovingly, frantically, and often.

For a solid half-hour, I made my face at home between his cheeks.  The muscles of my jaws and tongue were beginning to tire and ache, but I was reluctant to give up this glorious bounty.  My entire face was now covered in his assy musk and my slobber, and there was a wet spot on the blankets of the bed where my drool had dripped down onto it.  That night, I had been a messy eater, but a happy one.

Eventually, panting heavily, Daniel shifted position and rolled onto on his back, with his huge cock slapping against his belly.  His long, thick dick was shiny from the precum I had been massaging into it with alternating hands.  He lifted his legs, pulling them with his hands on the soles of his feet, and pointed his asshole up at the ceiling.  “I need you,” he said breathlessly, “to get inside of me and fuck me.  My ass is just as hungry as your mouth was.”

Big-dicked bottoms were a rare treat in my experience, and I was with one that night.  A little voice in my head howled in joy.

I fumbled for a few moments to find my jeans.  I had learned to have a few condoms with me at all times.  One never knew when a client would present themselves without much time to spare.  Pulling one out of the pocket, I tore open the package and rolled it over my dick, which still was slick from my final client’s precum that I had been using to masturbate myself.  Fully sheathed, I mounted the wet hole that was being offered to me.

“Christ!” he exclaimed as I pushed into him.  He let go of his feet so that his legs were braced on my shoulders.  Using his now-free hands, he grabbed my butt and pulled me into him.  “Keep that thing inside of me for a minute.  Let me enjoy this.”

“The customer is always right,” I said.  I reached my own arms under his and wrapped my hands around the top of his shoulders.  I continued to push my way in deeper as I rolled him up into a little ball underneath me.  Our faces met, and he leaned his head forward to kiss me.  The taste of his ass was still strong as he eagerly licked at the inside of my mouth.

After a few minutes, his hands relaxed a little on my buttocks and moved to the sides of my hips.  Without saying a word (since our mouths were too involved in kissing each other), he began to guide me by pushing my hips back from him and then pulling me back in.  We set a rhythm, and we both began moaning as our breathing came harder and faster.

In and out, back and forth, thrust after thrust pushed against his insides.  His body began to relax, and his legs fell from my shoulders.  I pushed myself up with my arms and looked down at his face.  His eyes were closed, and he winced in pleasure each time I pushed in.  Both of our chests were slathered in his precum, which continued to leak from his prodigious cock.  I repositioned myself slightly so that my arms were free, and I reached down to slide my hand on his dick. 

“Don’t jerk me!” he exclaimed.  Apparently, he wanted to focus on the pleasure in his ass more than having me pleasure his dick. 

However, his dick was long.  Bending over him with my cock planted firmly inside his butt, I extended my tongue and licked the salty tip.  A tremulous gasp escaped his throat.  Bending further, I took the head of his dick into my mouth, and a loud whining groan erupted from him as he writhed against me on the bed.

He put both hands on my head and grabbed two fistfuls of hair.  I expected him to pull my mouth off of him, but he instead held my head as still as he could.  My final client then started carefully thrusting his hips, simultaneously fucking my face and also fucking himself with my dick.  While my back muscles would not be thankful to me if we kept this up for long, it was worth the anticipated discomfort for this experience.

It did not take long for his thrusting to begin to take on more urgency.  Apparently, he would get off quickly if you gave his dick too much attention, and that’s what it was getting as it pushed into the back of my mouth.  “Oh fuck.  Fuck me.  Fuck.”  He kept repeating the same sentiment over and over as he simultaneously rode both my cock and my face.

Suddenly, the hands gripping my hair forced my head even further down as he ground his hips against mine, pushing his ass as far down my cock as he could get it.  At the same time, my head was being pulled uncomfortably lower into position with the top half of his dick between my lips and laying across my tongue.  He shuddered for a frenzied moment and gave out a yell.

I felt the first shot of his jizz land comfortably along the back of my tongue as he began flooding my mouth.  His asshole flexed against my cock, pulling me along into his orgasm, and I began to silently fill the condom with my own sperm.  We held in our ecstasy as I swallowed every drop of the load pouring out of that enormous cock.

With a final gasp, my head was released, and I straightened up, licking my lips.  I pulled out of him and lay on the bed next to him, breathing heavily.  No sooner had my back hit the mattress than my client was sitting up and removing the condom from my still-erect dick.  As it came off in his hand, he put the open end in his mouth and began to suck on it while wringing it from the reservoir tip to his lips.  He gave two big swallows, grinned, and sighed before he lay back on the bed again.

As I lay there in afterglow, I heard his breathing become slow and regular.  Looking over, I saw that he had already fallen asleep.  That was good enough a signal for me to make an exit.

I got off the bed, jostling it as little as possible and began to collect my clothes.  As I neared the front door, I dressed.  As I put my jacket on, I felt the envelope with the blackmail money in it.  I hesitated, but left it where it was.  Closing the door quietly, I went back to my car, got in, and drove back to my hotel.

After I finished my “day job” work the next day, I drove home to Maine.  Over that weekend, I began calling and dropping in on all of the people who had been referring clients to me over the years.  I thanked them for their help and informed them that I would no longer available in that way.  My time as a male prostitute had drawn to a close.  I had enjoyed the work, but the time had come to give it up.

Over the dozen years when I rented my body for others to enjoy, there had been a few adventures, some spectacular sex, a good amount of fun, and a reasonable amount of money made.  I had avoided HIV, and the only physical problems and ailments I had encountered had been easily cured with a course of antibiotics.  I had even avoided dangerous situations until the very end.

It was not a life or lifestyle that would suit everyone, and not everyone could do it well.  I was good at my job, though, and it was one that I enjoyed for many years.  While my career may have been bookended by unfortunate events, I have no regrets about my time as a rural state whore.

I have a little two bedroom cottage in an inner suburb that I bought well over a decade ago.  Prices have gone up so much since then that I couldn’t possibly afford it now, and am grateful I got such a great place when I did.  I had housemates for quite a few years, and that got me ahead on the mortgage, but I got sick of having someone around all the time.  Their quirks really begin to bug you after a while, especially as you get older and more crotchety.

A few years ago, the housemate I had at the time had outstayed his welcome, and I moved him on.  It seemed a waste to have a room in a sought-after area lying empty though, and a friend suggested renting it on AirBnB.  I gave it a go, and found it an excellent balance between deriving an income from the room, and having time to myself.  I restricted bookings to a maximum of a week, and found I could grit my teeth for that long if the guests were annoying. There are plenty of attractive, young backpackers to provide appealing scenery as well.

I’m not bad looking, in my early forties, and a bit of a daddy I suppose.  I had sex with one thirty-something guest who came on to me, but generally don’t run the risk of coming on to them.  That was until a young couple from Dortmund stayed with me.  They had finished a months long walking tour of New Zealand, and were seeing the east coast of Australia before heading home.

Florian, was a cute, nerdy, twinky guy, with the mildly darker skin-tone you see in many central Europeans.  Very Bel Ami.  He had brown hair, nice eyes, and a charming, full-lipped smile.  Anna, his girlfriend, was a bit dowdy, and I didn’t really see what made them a couple.

I became suspicious as the days went on, and felt Florian’s eyes on me quite a bit, especially one day when I came out of the bathroom with just a towel around my waste.  I make no secret of being gay, but their English was just okay, and we hadn’t spoken much.

The day before they were set to leave, Anna had gone out somewhere, and wasn’t expected back for some time.  Florian made a point of engaging me in conversation, and we chatted about Australia, and Germany, work, and so on.  As we talked, he edged slowly closer to me.  I asked him about his relationship with Anna, and he became equivocal.  He wasn’t sure about it, where it was going, or how he felt about her.

His nerdy, uncertainty was adorable, and I decided, ‘Damn the Torpedos’, and kissed him.  He didn’t protest or withdraw, and when I looked into his eyes, there was trepidation, but excitement too.  I went for it, kissing him again, easing my tongue between his full lips, and taking the back of his head with one hand.  He returned the kiss this time, and we tongue-wrestled for a while.

I put my other hand on his pert, slim thigh, and slowly slid it up to feel his bulge.  He jumped in surprise, but quickly relaxed as I massaged his dick to hardness.  He seemed happy for me to drive things.  Funnily enough I’m usually a bottom, but some guys just bring out the top in me.  Florian was such a cutie-pie, I knew I wanted to violate him.

I took his hand, and led him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us.  He was a little hesitant, but I just sort-of took charge.  He could easily pull away and stop this, but he really seemed to want it.

I slipped his t-shirt off over his head, and resumed kissing him.  I ran my hands over his taught, smooth body.  He shivered innocently at my touch, especially when I flicked and fondled his nipples.  I left Florian’s mouth and sucked on his tits, eliciting moans of pleasure.

Keeping him distracted with nipple play, I unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs.  Our eyes were locked as I knelt down and licked the pre-cum from the tip of his penis.  He gasped when I took him into my mouth whole, and I got off on the dreamy look in his eyes.  Grabbing his pert arse cheeks in both hands, I blew him better than I imagine Anna ever had.  He came close several times, but I was careful not to bring him to ejaculation.  I wanted that tight, little arse.

I rose, kissed him again, and got undressed.  Florian stepped out of his pants, abandoning any doubts that he was up for this.  I sat on the bed, and pulled his shoulders down until he was kneeling in front me.  Then I took his head and pressed him toward my erect cock, our eyes never leaving the other’s.  He gulped apprehensively, but opened up, and let me draw him onto me.  He sucked and licked with increasing eagerness, if somewhat inexpertly, looking up at me constantly.  I showed my appreciation with plenty of moans of encouragement, and stroked the back of his head.  God, he looked cute with my cock between his sweet, full lips!

Reluctant as I was to discourage him, I didn’t want to cum yet either.  I lifted him up to a standing position, and started licking around his cock and balls.  Not before I’d lubricated my finger however, which I now inserted into that tight, virgin arse.  Florian nearly hit the roof!  Oh, yeah.  He wanted this.

I worked his front with my mouth, and his arse thoroughly with my fingers, having to partially support him, as he weakened at the knees with the thrill of this new stimulation.  He whimpered, when I stood.  Kissing him again, I looked into his eyes, and told him, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Looks of fear and eagerness washed over his face.

“Don’t worry,” I told him, gently.  “I won’t hurt you.”

I positioned a pillow in the middle of the bed and directed him to lay face down, head toward the foot, his hips propped up by the pillow.  I took a couple of pairs of handcuffs from my side table, and cuffed his wrists to opposite bedposts at the foot of the bed.

“What?…” he said uncertainly.

“Don’t worry,” I reassured.  “I just want you to totally belong to me, while I take you.”

Florian didn’t resist as I used a couple of long socks to bind his ankles to the head of the bed.  I looked down at his gorgeous, young body, and couldn’t help running my hands over his silky, smooth skin.  I crouched down between his legs, kissed each of his firm buttocks, and lowered my face into his arse crack.

Florian writhed beneath me as I ate and licked at his hole.  I added my fingers to the mix, and stretched him out as far as I could.  I found some lube ,and massaged that into him, before applying it to myself.  Supporting myself over him, I pressed the head of my cock against his hole.  He shivered.

“Push out and relax,” I told him.  “I want you to enjoy this.”

It took some time for me to penetrate him.  I had to contain my eagerness, and go very slowly, letting him relax and grow accustomed to my cock inside him.  Finally, I eased the last of me into his arse, and my hips rested against him.  I let his panting subside, and felt the tension in his sphincter dissipate.  Gently at first, I started withdrawing and sliding back in.  He tensed up a little at first but the yips of pain gave way to groans of surrender, and I quickened my pace.  Not long and I was riding him adroitly, my hips rolling against him, plundering his beautiful arse.  He was a noisy little thing, now that he’d submitted, and I worked at making him gasp and moan.

Florian was making so much noise, that I almost didn’t hear the front door.  When I did, I lay down on top of him, and quickly held my hand over his mouth.  I continued to drive into him, his whimpers muffled by my hand.  He eventually heard the sounds of Anna in the kitchen, and quietened a little, though he seemed to like groaning into my hang-gag.

I got up, and out of Florian briefly to rummage in my side table again.  Florian’s eyes went wide, when I lowered a glossy red ball over his head, and pressed it into his mouth.  I quickly buckled it round the back of his head, and plouwed into his arse harder than before.  He grunted against the ball-gag, and I pounded him hard, doing my best to make him give us away with his cries.

Anna called out for Florian, and I whispered the lame joke into his ear, “He’s all tied up at the moment.”

“He’s not here,” I yelled through the door.  “I think he went to the market.”

“Oh, thank you,” Anna replied.

I fucked Florian at length from various angles, sometimes pressing his face into the bed, sometimes pulling his head back by the hair.  When I came, it went inside him, and then all over his back.

I took the ball-gag out of his mouth, a finger to my lips to make sure he understood Anna was still in the house.  His body was limp with satisfaction, so when I untied him, I had to turn him over myself.  The wet patch on the pillow, indicated he’d cum without me touching his dick.  Nonetheless, I put my mouth over his, and stroked him to another orgasm.

We lay there contented, gently touching each others bodies, until Anna finally went out.  Florian took a shower and got dressed before she returned.  They went out that night, Florian trying not to let his goofy, satisfied smile show too much.  I don’t know what he told her about where he’d been.

The next day they were leaving late in the afternoon, and I presumed I’d had all of Florian I was going to get.  Anna went out mid-morning however, and Florian told me we had a couple of hours.  I tied him on his back this time, so I could work his tits, and watch the looks of ecstasy flowing across his sweet face, as I again violated his tight, young hole.

Florian gave me a coy smile as I bid the couple farewell.  I gave my sweet, little, Teutonic twink a five star rating, and I’m pleased to say he gave me the same.

I’m Zach. I’m a junior at the University of Michigan. And I’m a closeted jock. Or rather I was a closeted jock until… an hour ago, when I came out to my whole fraternity during our monthly townhall meeting. My whole life I’ve been boning girls, dozens of them, for fun, but also in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. But the inevitable finally happened, at a student party last weekend. I ran into this alpha male, Brandon, who was visiting from out of town. And he introduced me… to the world of gay sex. And he didn’t just do that. He ravaged my virgin hole with his monster cock and turned me into his bitch. And I loved it! I always thought that, on my first time, I would be a dominant top, the way I was with girls, and the way I am in life. But that’s not how things went down when he popped my cherry.

Then, the next morning, at the frat house, I found out that John, an Asian bro who was also at the party that night, had managed to make a soundtrack of my frolics. You could clearly hear me begging, begging for Brandon to ravage my hole, and then me whimpering like a bitch in heat under the assault of his beer can monster. John blackmailed me and tried to turn me into his sex slave. Although he was not nearly as girthy as Brandon, John still had a nice size cock. So much for the Asian stereotype! He fucked me rough, forcing me to keep my jockstraps on while he was puffing up my hole. And I loved it too. I even soiled my jockstraps, handsfree. And John took lots of videos with his phone, thinking he’d have further leverage on me.

But with my coming out during the townhall meeting, the tables have turned. John is fully closeted too. And I don’t think he really wants me to let the whole world know that it’s with him I’ve been doing the dirty inside the frat house. It’s revenge time!

‘On your knees, bitch!’ I ordered after entering John’s room and closing the door behind me.

And he did.

And I grabbed my phone.

I could see in his eyes that John was terrified by the situation. Not so much the prospect of swallowing my cock, but the prospect of having it caught on camera, for posterity. In a matter of seconds, he went from predator to prey, and never saw it coming. John wasn’t out and he wasn’t ready for that. He was probably fighting hard to not shit his pants right now.

‘Fish my cock out, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult, I’m hard already’.

John pulled my sweatpants down and the outline of my hardon was clearly visible in my boxer briefs. He then pulled down my boxer briefs and my 8-incher sprung out, waving in front of his face.

‘Put it in your mouth, bitch!’ I ordered.

He grabbed the base of my cock with his right hand and wrapped his lips around my dickhead. And he started bobbing up and down.

‘Look at me, bitch, when you’re blowing me!’ I ordered.

And John looked up, and realized I was filming him with my phone.

‘Oh yeah! Just like that!’ I encouraged him.

‘You like that, bitch?’ I asked. ‘You like a big cock in your mouth?’

And John nodded. I wasn’t sure whether that’s because he agreed or because he felt pressured to nod.

‘That’s what I thought’ I continued. ‘You were made for sucking dick’.

And John continued working my dick.

‘Wait a little’ I said. ‘Let me text this to you. That way, you’ll have something to beat off to, when you’re lonely at night. And then, if something were to happen to my phone, we’d still have a trace of your cock sucking skills somewhere in the cloud’.

‘Should I add someone else and make it a group text?’ I asked.

‘Please don’t’ John begged, having pulled my cock out of his mouth for a second. ‘Don’t send it to anyone else. I’ll do anything you want’.

‘I’m glad you feel that way’ I replied, ‘because I have a lot in the store for you’.

‘Send’ I said as I pressed the screen.

And I tossed my phone on John’s bed. And I grabbed the back of his head. And I heard the notification on his phone that my text had gone through.

‘Take it all, bitch!’ I ordered.

And I pulled his head toward me, forcing him to swallow me whole. No girl had ever been able to swallow my 8 inches. Brandon last weekend was the first person who had managed to do it. But John wasn’t able to, not even close. You could tell he was brand new at sucking dick. He started gagging and slurping with still a few inches to spare. But I kept pressing the back of his head, while face fucking him. I didn’t really care if he could swallow me whole or not. Just watching him struggle and slobber down his face was enough for my enjoyment.

‘You suck at this’ I said. ‘Let’s switch hole’.

‘Have you ever been fucked before?’ I asked.

‘No’ John said, with tremble in his voice.

‘You’ll love it’ I said. ‘Every girl I’ve ever fucked has always loved it. You’re my girl now’.

‘Strip for me, girl!’ I said. ‘Let me find some nice music’.

I grabbed my phone and googled ‘Let’s get it on’. I started playing the song and John started dancing while taking his T-shirt off, waving it around, and throwing it up in the air.

‘You suck at this too, bitch!’ I said. ‘I wanna see more passion. Work it, bitch!’

Contrary to popular belief, not all gays know how to dance. At least not closeted gays. But John continued to dance the best he could, taking his pants off, and then his socks, and eventually his underwear. He was now dancing naked in front of me, his flaccid dick waving between his smooth legs.

‘Oh, you shaved your pussy, girl!’ I joked. ‘You made yourself nice and clean for your man’.

‘On your knees, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘I went soft watching your pathetic dance. Get me hard again’.

And he did. And I stuck my dick in his mouth. And he started blowing me again.

‘Get on the bed, bitch!’ I said, once I was back to full hardness. ‘On you back!’

And he did. And I grabbed my phone again.

‘Grab the back of your knees, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘And show me that tight pussy of yours!’

John obliged, exposing his hairless rosebud. I zoomed in on the valley-like flesh that kind of looked like a reverse volcano, leading to a small crater that had been dormant for all these years. And then I angled my phone up, to make sure I caught a glimpse of his face in the background.

‘Nice and tight!’ I joked. ‘Enjoy it while it lasts’.

Although this would be my first time fucking another dude, I’ve had anal with enough girls before to know how to get a virgin hole ready for my inches. I took the lube out and poured a big glob onto his rosebud. I circled around for a few moments before pushing my middle finger in a little. I managed to get down to my first knuckle, but his hole was clamping down on my finger, almost cutting my blood flow.

‘Fuck, you’re tight!’ I exclaimed. ‘My dick is getting in there regardless’ I continued. ‘We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you. If I were you, I’d loosen up a bit or you won’t be able to take a shit for a week after I fuck you’.

I followed the simple rule, which is to always use more lube. And the second time around, I managed to insert my middle finger all the way in. I finger fucked him a few times and, while doing that, I think I found his G-spot. Girls don’t have a G-spot down that hole, so it was somewhat new to me. But I’m pretty sure that’s what it was.

‘Open up, girl’ I warned, ‘cause I’m sticking a second finger in’.

I poured more lube and forced a second finger in, facing just as much resistance as the first time. John was wincing and clearly not enjoying the experience, or at least not yet, based on his flaccid dick that was barely longer than an inch at that point.

‘Fuck, you’re still tight!’ I continued. ‘I could use a third finger to loosen you up some more. But I won’t. I want you to feel me when I get in. And I want you to watch me when I pop your cherry’.

I saw the look of panic in John’s eyes as I said those words. It was revenge time. And the bitch was mine. All mine!

I lubed up his hole one last time. I greased up my pole as well, and I lined it up for the plowing.

‘Take a deep breath, girl!’ I said. ‘I’m going in, whether you like it or not. And I’m taking no prisoner’.

‘You might want to bite on something’ I suggested, as I stuck his underwear in his mouth.

And I pushed in.

As expected, John’s hole was sealed shut, not wanting to budge. But I’ve done this enough times before to not let that stop me. When I’ve fucked girls up the ass before, I’ve always done it doggy style, breathing down their necks and whispering words of encouragement down their ears. But not with John. I wanted him on his back, still grabbing the back of his knees. And I wanted him to watch me while I desecrated him.

I grabbed the base of my pole with my right hand, to give it more rigidity, and I pushed through, until John’s gate finally gave way. I heard John scream loudly, his cries muffled by his underwear, while I felt my member slowly sink into his depths.

‘I’m in, bitch! You’re mine’ I proudly declared. ‘You thought you could own me? Who’s owning you now, bitch?’

And I kept sinking in, inch after inch, while John kept wincing and crying in his underwear. After a few seconds, most of my tool was inside him. But I could still see a bit of flesh at the base of my cock, between his hairless hole and my blond pubes. I grabbed my phone and started filming his tight hole while I forced my meat up and down his passage; and his face as he was leaving permanent bitemarks on his underwear.

‘I have a couple more inches for you. Do you want them, bitch?’ I asked.

‘Nnoooo!’ I heard him plea though his underwear.

‘Too bad, you’re taking them anyway’ I said. And in one quick hip movement, I forced my rod all the way down his cunt, until my pubes were pressed against his taint. And John screamed through his underwear.

‘Good girl!’ I said. ‘You’re filled to the brim!’

And I started slow fucking him, to stretch his tight hole and get him used to the invasion.

‘Time to flip you around’ I said after a minute or two. ‘On your knees, bitch! I want to take you doggy style’.

I pulled out and his swollen hole shut right back in front of me. I flipped him around and yanked his underwear out of his mouth.

‘You don’t need these anymore’ I said. ‘I want to hear you loud and clear’.

I poured another big glob of lube on his desecrated hole. I stood up behind him, my legs spread eagle on each side of his ass, and I lined up my pole for the reentry.

‘Open up for your man, girl!’ I said. ‘I’m getting back in’.

And with one strong push, I popped his cherry for the second time, and sank back in, three quarters of the way. I could hear some grinding of teeth, but John didn’t scream the way he had in his underwear when I first broke him in.

I brought my right hand underneath him and I cupped his package. John’s dick was completely soft.

‘You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, girl’ I whispered in his ear. ‘We’re gonna need to change that. I have a reputation’.

And I started slow fucking him again, this time from behind. I think that position is called bulldog doggy style. It’s always been my favorite. I loved the pendulum movement of my hips behind his ass. It felt like it wasn’t just my dick, but my whole body that was pounding the shit out of him. That position is always a power trip for me. I feel like a fucking Viking warrior with every thrust. 200 lbs of pure muscles swinging in one direction. And John had no choice but to take it, powerlessly, letting out a little moan with every thrust. And I also loved the sound of my balls, flapping around, in-between my spread-eagle legs.

‘You’re loosening up’ I said. ‘Good girl!’

And little by little, I started picking up the pace, both in speed and in range. John’s hole was finally loosening up a little, which was not saying much given how fucking tight he was when I first broke him in. But his inner walls were still hugging my pole along its entire length, both on the way in and out. It felt amazing! But in addition to the physical sensation, the fact I was punishing the guy who had successfully blackmailed me added to the excitement.

Every closeted guy is scared shit, living in fear that his secret will be discovered. Coming out is a big deal for a reason. And being outed by someone else at a time when you might or might not be ready for it, at a time when you might or might not feel safe coming out, is probably one of the worse things that could happen to you. But for a player like me, who was known for boning a new chick every week, who had a reputation in the frat house, having my secret exposed like that… Letting the whole world know that I was just a gigantic fraud, that hiding behind my 200 lbs of muscle, was just a little sissy, who liked nothing better than being dominated by another dude, and a whimpering slut too. That would have been the end of my world.

I didn’t want to come out today. Not right now, and not the way I did it. But I grew the balls to do it anyway because I felt I had no other choice. Between all the bad options I had at this point, coming out right here right now was probably the least worst, if that even makes sense.

And John knew I wasn’t ready to come out. And he took advantage of it. He took advantage of me, at a time when I was the most vulnerable. And he disrespected me, treated me like I was his thing. Well, guess what? The tables have turned. And John’s got a secret too. And now he’s mine. And to be clear, I have zero intention of outing him. But he doesn’t know that. My main objective is to teach him a lesson. And I think he’s getting it.

So, I kept pounding the shit out of him. And my balls kept flapping against his taint. I had both my hands grabbing his waist while he was up on all four underneath. John was no longer screaming the way he was when I first strained his virgin hole. But I could still hear a faint moan with every thrust. I couldn’t tell by the sound of it if it was pain or pleasure. I couldn’t really read his voice the way I could when I was boning a girl from behind. Hopefully, I’ll eventually develop that skill with guys as well. And that’s kind of the problem with doggy style too. I love the position. I love the dominance of it. But you can’t watch the bottom’s face and read their facial expression the same way you can when they’re on their back.

After a while, in addition to the flapping of my balls against John’s taint, I started hearing a second kind of flapping. I brought my right hand in between his legs to double-check my suspicion. And it was indeed what I thought. At some point during the fucking, John had gotten rock-hard, and his rigid member was now hitting his stomach with every thrust. And a droplet of precum had formed at the end of his piss slit, ready to drip over the bed cover.

‘Look at you!’ I exclaimed. ‘You’re all hard and stuff!’

‘You like that, bitch?’ I asked. ‘You like a big dick up your ass?’

No answer.

‘I can’t hear you, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘Hasn’t your mom told you it was the polite thing to do, to answer when someone asks you a question?’

‘Do you like a big dick up your ass?’ I reiterated.

‘Yes’ he responded.

‘And why is that?’ I continued.

No answer.

‘Why do you like a big dick up your ass?’ I asked again. ‘Because you’re a bitch, bitch!’

‘Say it!’ I ordered.

‘Yes, I’m a bitch’ John said.

‘I know you are’ I replied.

‘And whose bitch are you?’ I asked.

‘Yours’ he responded. ‘I’m your bitch’.

‘Yes, you are’ I continued. ‘And you like MY big dick. Everybody likes my big dick!’

And I grabbed John’s hair and pulled on it to tilt his head up.

‘Turn your head, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘Watch me! Watch me fuck you, like the little bitch you are!’

And in one quick thrust, I forced all eight of my inches in his slutty cunt and stayed there, as deep as I could for a few seconds. I got a ‘humpf’ out of him when I did that, John looking at me from the corner of his eye. There was no denying that I owned him at this point.

And I went back to pounding him.

Having managed to get him rock-hard increased my stamina 1,000%. It kind of felt like one of these porn movies. You know, the types that are actually trying to have a storyline before the sex scenes. When a robber is being caught stealing at another dude’s house, and the dude who’s being robbed decides to teach him a lesson by pounding the shit out of him. And the robber actually enjoys it. That’s exactly what it felt like. I was teaching John a lesson. I was making him my bitch to try to humiliate him and make him inferior. And he loved it! Or maybe he didn’t love it, but his body still couldn’t resist the tingling of my 8-incher on his magic spot.

Regardless, John getting hard made me feel like a fucking stud. It was proof that my 8-inch cock could please another dude, the same way I had pleased dozens of chicks before him. I had just taken John’s manhood away from him and turned him into a girl, my girl. Sure, he still had a dick, and a decent size one too. I had just felt it in my hand and could hear it bang against his stomach. But I made him get off on my cock, turning his backdoor into a cunt.

‘Take that, bitch!’ I told John, as I was slapping his lower back.

I then lowered my body, my sweaty stomach now pressing against his back, and my chin puff scratching the back of his neck. And I whispered in his ear: ‘I got you where I wanted you, bitch! Now, Daddy’s gonna milk you, and make you squirm like the little bitch you are’.

I grabbed his hardon and started jerking him in front, in unison with my pounding of his slutty hole in the back. It felt weird to jerk another guy’s dick. John’s dick was a couple of inches shorter than my 8-incher. But it was a bit thicker. His girth filled up my fist nicely, even if the range of my jerking was more limited than with my longer cock. But his dick still felt great in my hand. And I started fondling his left nipple with my other hand.

‘You like that, bitch?’ I whispered in his ear. ‘Are you getting close for Daddy?’

‘Uuhhuuhh’ he mumbled.

And the sounds coming out of his mouth were now undeniably pleasure. John was getting close. I could hear it in his voice, I could just feel it from the way his body was reacting. And I heard him starting to whimper. The whimpers of a little bitch. The whimpers I had been waiting for all along. I took him where I wanted him.

‘Fuck! I’m gonna cum!’ John eventually warned.

And a couple of seconds later, his Asian juice started flying out of his piss slit, spraying the bed cover underneath him, while he let out a long ‘Aaarrrggghhh!’

‘Oh yeah!’ I exulted. ‘Shoot for me, Baby!’

‘You can’t resist my dick’ I continued. ‘Nobody can!’

And more squirts kept gushing out of his overheating dick, as I kept squeezing it harder. There were now dozens of white droplets soiling the bed cover underneath him, until the flow eventually dried up and his dick started deflating in my hand.

‘Good girl!’ I said. ‘That’s a lot of milk! You made your Daddy very proud’.

‘These must be pretty empty’ I joked, as I pulled on his ball sack until I got a little scream of discomfort out of him.

‘But I’m not done with you, bitch!’ I continued. ‘Now, it’s my turn to seed you. I’m gonna fill you up. You’re gonna regain all the weight you just lost. And some!’

I let go of his softening dick, grabbed his waist on both sides, and I started pounding the shit out of him.

‘Get ready for it, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘It’s coming!’

John’s no-longer virgin hole was now enduring an absolute beating and his moaning had transitioned back to pain, having exhausted all the pleasure he could experience when he released his pent-up juice on the bed cover. And I felt my own juice boiling inside my balls, and then the pressure building inside my shaft. That familiar sensation I had felt hundreds of times, thousands of times in my life. But for the first time, the final destination was going to be another dude’s ass. And eventually… my dick exploded, releasing a big rope of my jizz deep inside John’s chute.

‘Take it! Take it, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘Fffuuuucccckkkkk!!!’

And I kept pumping, more and more of my seeds inside his guts, making him mine, claiming him as my property. John’s cunt had just been added to the long list of dumping grounds for my love potion. But he started a new column. His cunt was the first male hole to ever receive my seeds. Just the thought of that made me explode even more. Until my balls were hollowed out and had no more potion to give.

I eventually stopped thrusting, leaving my dick inside John’s ass. Unlike him, my dick didn’t deflate immediately after shooting. I was still rock-hard, and still lodged deep inside of him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my stomach on his back for a few seconds while catching my breath, my mouth panting right next to his.

And I eventually pulled my still hard cock out of his ass, allowing his hole to shrink back to its normal shut position.

‘Come lick me clean, bitch!’ I ordered.

I stepped in front of him, my hard dick flapping in-between my legs, a droplet of cum about to drip out of my piss slit.

‘Swallow it, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘Swallow it before it drips’.

And John opened his lips, and reluctantly took the tip of my manhood inside his mouth.

‘Not just the tip, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘All of it! Lick me clean!’

And John grabbed the base of my dick with his hand and worked my cummy rod, like I had ordered him to. And I grabbed my phone again.

After he was done, I grabbed my stuff and started getting dressed, without saying a word. John was just sitting naked on his bed, like if he was staring at the abyss.

I grabbed the door handle, but before opening it, I gave him one last look.

‘Now, we’re even, bitch!’ I declared. ‘And I’ll never fuck you again, cause I don’t fuck losers’.

‘You’re just a piece of shit, you know!’ I added. ‘I hope you figure your shit out for yourself’.

And I left and went back to living my life, a whole new chapter about to commence.

Owen heard Graham stir then ease out of bed. He slowly opened his eyes and watched him, just a dark silhouette slipping on a T-shirt. Then Graham went to his desk picking up something, probably his wallet and cellphone, then Owen heard him pick up his keys, the jangling loud in the silence of the room. At the door, Graham slipped on sandals then eased out.

Where is he going? Owen wondered once again. He had woken in the middle of the night for three weeks only to find Graham gone. Not on a regular basis, but enough to be noticeable. A Friday and Saturday night one weekend, then a Wednesday or a Monday night, nights before a day with no classes the next morning.

When Graham came back, he had no idea, always falling asleep before his return. But when he woke the next morning, Graham would be in his bed sound asleep.

Owen was tempted to get up, slip on some clothes, and rush out to follow him. But he continued to lay there until he knew it would be too late to do so. He rolled over knowing it was best he gets some sleep, but he laid awake a long time wondering what Graham was up to so late at night.

 

It was Friday night, and the dorm floor had been insane. Guys horsing around, Jack and Rusty doing a marathon of a new video game, their exclamations ringing out when someone fucked up or one made a major discovery allowing them to proceed to the next level. Jerry down the hall had led a group out to some sports bar, coming back around midnight loud and boisterous. It would be nearly two in the morning before the floor settled down.

Graham had been out with friends for dinner and had gotten back before Owen, who had been at another dorm playing video games with his friends. By twelve thirty, the two of them were in for the night with their door shut to keep others from coming in disturbing them. Graham was in bed first, as if a message to Owen to do the same.

Owen climbed into bed and lay there wondering if Graham would sneak out. On weekends, it was always really late when he heard him stir around and ease out, and he wasn’t disappointed when he heard Graham move, then saw the dark silhouette of covers thrown back, Graham sitting up, motionless for a minute. Then Graham slid off the bed to his feet, got dressed and slipped out. Owen jumped up, slipped on a pair of shorts and tank top he had ready, and gave pursuit.

The elevator doors closed when he came out into the corridor. The front door was closing when he came out of the stairs into the lobby. When he eased out the front door, he saw Graham turning the corner of the building, following the sidewalk they used to go into town on the north side of campus.

Owen followed Graham, through the dorm complex, then crossed the street going into town. It was the section of town that had businesses facing the campus, mostly restaurants and bars, but within two blocks there was a change. Used car lots, a pawn shop, then small warehouses, some operating one business, some with several businesses that were only a few employees each, and then there were some empty with lease signs posted on doors or out front among the tall grass and weeds. And it was in this section of town keeping to the shadows and ducking out of sight at the first indication Graham may look back, that Owen followed him.

Graham led him north along Martin Street, pass Northview Drive, then left on Edgewood Avenue. Just one block over, Graham turned on Holden Drive. On the corner sat an empty office-warehouse, the office windows boarded up. A tall chain link fence ran along Edgewood and Holden, razor wire along the top to keep only the most determined from climbing over it. Owen noted how the building sat close to the roads, its dock doors behind it. Up ahead he saw Graham slowing and he ducked behind a tree where he could watch unnoticed in its dark shadow where the dim streetlight didn’t reach. Graham looked back, then stepped up to the fence, pulling it open where it was cut or not secured, and slipped onto the property.

Owen watched him move quickly around the end of the building out of sight, then gave pursuit, rushing down the broken and fragmented sidewalk until at the place where Graham had slipped through the fence. It was obvious, even in the dim light how the fence was not secured on one side of a fence post, and he pulled it back and slipped through as Graham had done. He was nearing the building when he heard voices behind him. He slipped along the front wall, until behind overgrown shrubs and gave watch as the voices drew near.

Two guys he didn’t know went straight to the fence where they could slip through. Owen watched them, both dressed as if going for a jog with tank tops and running shorts, but neither were sweaty. They had come straight to this place. Once the two guys were around the end of the building and Owen could no longer hear them, he let out a deep breath, relieved not to have been discovered. Then he waited, almost afraid to follow. What were they doing back there? He tried to imagine some innocent reason for this late-night rendezvous, but all he could think of was they were doing drug deals or just doing drugs themselves. But that made no sense when he considered Graham. Then he considered their late-night meeting could be about sex. He tried to imagine Graham having sex at an abandoned warehouse, but it didn’t compute. Not Graham, the last person he would expect to do such a thing. But doing drugs was more outlandish, for Graham didn’t even drink much.

After a few long minutes, Owen finally moved out of his hiding place and made his way around the building.

At the rear, he could just make out the long dock with a sagging canopy over it, the ground littered with pallets, crates, and trash, and on the end nearest a set of steps leading up to the dock. He eased up them, across the dock to a man door that was slightly ajar. Listening at the gap, he thought he heard something but then it might just have been his imagination running away with him. He eased the door open, slowly, preventing it from squeaking, then slipped into the interior. He expected it to be dark and much of the warehouse space was in darkness, but toward the back of the room, a light. It was small and sitting on the floor illuminating a path from the door back to it.  The light gave the space a sense of being occupied by someone despite the total silence.

Owen felt his heart racing, not sure if it was fearing being caught or excited by what his roommate and those other guys could be doing here. He moved toward the light until standing over it. It was a small battery powered light and looking to his left, he saw two more that would lead him across the warehouse space to a door on the far wall. He knew from how the exterior was laid out the door had to lead to the reception for the office area. The door had a window and it looked dark with no movement behind it. He moved toward it, his stride faster than before, confident no one was watching from the room beyond.

The door was ajar, revealing the reception area, a desk, and some chairs still in the space but all pushed together in the middle of the room. Sitting on the floor somewhere on the other side of the desk was another light for its beam shined across the floor toward a hallway in the wall to the left.

The door squeaked when he pulled it open, and he stood frozen listening out for someone to come investigate. At first, he didn’t hear anything, but then a man’s cry out, then a sound he couldn’t make out. The guys were nearby, and he rushed into the room and to the entrance to the hallway. It was almost totally dark on the far end, except for light spilling out of the door straight ahead. Down each side were dark doorways, the doors standing open. It seemed like a trap, a perfect place for someone to hide, but then he felt foolish for letting his imagination run wild and proceeded toward the door at the end of the hall.

Owen stood in shock at the door as he peered into the room. He expected to see the guys fucking around, but to actually see it, to see a guy on his knees sucking cock and another laying on a desk, naked, legs held up by a guy fucking him made it all too real. He held tight to the door and eased it open hoping it didn’t squeak alerting the guys of his presence. He swung the door open wide enough to see the whole room. It was one large office space with two desks, several chairs, an empty bookcase, and file cabinets along one side wall. It was dimly illuminated by one light on the floor aimed straight up reflecting off the suspended ceiling that was missing a third of its panels, the dark void above absorbing some of the light. But the thing Owen noticed the most was the guys.

Graham was the one fucking a guy on the desk. His tall lean body moving in that familiar way, the movement of a man fucking. The ass cheeks flexed, and the back undulated with each thrust at the hips driving cock into the guy on the desk. The guy on the desk moaned and stroked his own cock as Graham hammered his ass. He held his head up looking up at Graham.

 

“Fuck me, fuck me,” the guy uttered.

Owen recognized him, a guy from one of his classes. He had found him attractive with thick wavy black hair and dark brown eyes and dimples that framed his mouth when he smiled. Now he saw him in a new light, one more real than any of his fantasies, as Graham began to fuck so hard the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room.

The guy down on his knees sucking cock was one of the two that had came in after Graham and the one getting sucked was a guy he had never seen before. Movement in the far corner and he saw the other guy that had come in behind Graham, on his knees in a chair holding the back of it while getting fucked. The guy fucking was dark skinned, Latino or Greek or some other nationality, and he held the other guy by the shoulders while hammering his ass.

Six guys. Six guys fucking.

It was all Owen could process at first, then he really began to watch, eyes going from Graham to the cocksucker on his knees then to the guy in the chair. He watched how two of the guys moved with their fuck and one bobbing his head back and forth sucking cock. It aroused him, made his cock stretch out until feeling confined. He tugged on it as he watched Graham step back, hard cock hovering in front of him as the guy on the desk climbed off, then lay over it on his stomach. The guy reached back and spread his ass. Graham moved to him quickly, plunging into his depths and renewed their fuck. Then the guy getting suck moaned, cried out, and holding his sucker’s head, pumped a load into his mouth. Owen watched how the guy shuddered and jerked and the other one swallowed wad after wad. And he worked his hand down inside his shorts touching his own growing erection.

“You need some help with that?” came a voice from his right.

Owen turned, shocked to see another guy, one he knew from his dorm. A guy from the floor below who came up to play video games with Graham and some of the other guys.

“Colin…Paterson…what are you-“

“What are you doing here, Owen Mitchell?” Colin cut him off, and even in the dim light, his white teeth shined through his smile.

Colin Paterson, music major from Lexington, Kentucky, average height, five feet nine or so, with a lean body, one now on full display, down to the curved cock sticking straight out. Owen pictured him from times in the dorm, shirtless most of the time revealing the small nipples and a body lean and fit. He knew Colin jogged and rode a bike to stay in shape and now he knew Colin was nicely hung as he stared at the curved cock with its flared head.

“I…I just followed Graham to see where he was going?”

“And?”

“And…what?”

“Do you want to join The Otoko Social Club?”

“The Oto…the what?”

Colin laughed drawing the attention of the others.

“Owen!” Graham exclaimed.

“Relax, he’s good,” said Colin, stepping up close to him.

Owen stared into the eyes he knew were green as he felt a hand reach out and fondle his growing cock.

“You’re good, right Owen?” Colin whispered.

Owen felt like he should pull away, that he should take off and go back to the dorm. But he looked around the room and knew he wanted to be there, to be a part of the sex between the guys. He looked at Colin and moaned as the hand worked his cock until the head was sticking out of the waistband of his shorts.

“Yes,” Owen uttered, shivering at the feel of bare fingers moving over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and for just a minute allowed himself to focus on just the feeling of being touched by another. The fingers moved over his cock, rubbed over the slit, and slipped down its length, pushing his shorts and boxers down. He felt them land around his feet. He felt his nudity from the waist down, and how the cool night air felt like it was caressing his skin. A hand came to the back of his neck, and he opened his eyes to see Colin leaning toward him and he knew it was to kiss, and he closed his eyes as lips touched his own.

They kissed as moans and exclamations and soft urgent pleadings came from the others. They kissed and stroked each other, Owen touching another cock for the first time, as Graham cried out with his release. They pushed their cocks against each other, then Colin kissed down his neck, over his chest, until sucking hard on one nipple making him cry out as another guy cried out in release.

Colin pulled back and took Owen by the hand. “Let’s go over here,” said Colin, and Owen stepped out of his shorts and let Colin led him to the other desk. Colin turned and leaned his ass against it and pulled Owen to step up close. “Lose the shirt,” said Colin, lifting Owen’s tank top by the waist.

Owen raised his arms letting Colin remove the tank top then watched it get tossed on the floor. He stood naked, cock sticking straight out, feeling his masculinity. Feeling his sex.

“Will you suck me?” asked Colin.

Owen didn’t reply for going to his knees answered the question. He took Colin in hand as he pressed his nose into the abdomen. He inhaled Colin’s scent, masculine, the skin giving off the odor of one who has exerted themselves to the point of sweating. He licked the skin, then turned his head and licked the head of the cock. He swirled his tongue over it, bored his tongue into the slit, then put his lips over the head and pushed forward, taking his first cock.

He worked his mouth down the cock as far as he could, feeling the wide flared head at the back of his throat. He moved his lips along the curved shaft until only the head was in his mouth and he tongued it until Colin moaned and took a hold of his head. He submitted to Colin, let him work that cock through his lips until it was a fuck. He choked and slobbered around that cock until it drooled down his chin.

“Suck him, suck him off,” said Graham somewhere to his side.

“Yeah, such him off,” came the voice of the guy Graham had fucked. It was close, right next to his left ear. Then he felt hands on his waist, lips touching the back of his neck, then a cock press against his ass.

“Jacob, no you don’t; I get him first,” said Colin.

Owen was pulled to his feet, and he saw Graham and who he now knew was Jacob next to him, Jacob still on his knees. Colin turned him until he was backed up against his chest and the curved cock nestled between his ass cheeks. He felt a hand on his cock and saw Colin toying with him, then waving it in Jacob’s face.

“Jacob, suck him,” said Colin.

Owen watched his cock slip into Jacob’s mouth. He shivered with the feel of it as his cock disappeared between the lips then came back into view, over and over, as Jacob fell into a steady rhythm. Owen heard moans to his left and looked over to see Graham and two of the other guys kissing and stroking each other’s cocks. He could see the other two guys clearly now, the one from the chair a dirty blonde with a hairy chest and long straight cock and metal glinting from both nipples, and the other, the one with dark skin was a smooth muscular man that was shorter than Graham and the other man. When lips moved along his shoulder and the mouth moved faster on his cock, he turned his focus back to Jacob sucking it.

He was growing so aroused he was breathing hard and starting to work his hips trying to push his cock deeper into the sucking mouth. He shuddered with his growing arousal and pushed his ass back on the hard cock pressed against it. Colin held his arms at the elbows and pulled them back. Held in place, Owen felt Jacob move on his cock with such urgency, he knew he would come soon.

“Fuck,” Owen cried out.

Colin pushed against his ass and in turn shoved his cock into Jacob’s mouth until it choked him. Jacob grabbed Owen’s cock around the base as he let Colin set the pace of the mouth fuck Owen was giving him.

“I’m going to come,” Owen uttered breathlessly as he let Colin work his body.

“Yeah, feed that bitch your load,” exclaimed Colin. “He wants it,” he whispered into Owen’s ear.

“Fuck!” Owen cried out, then shuddered with release. He pumped wad after wad into the suctioning mouth until finally spent. He shivered with sensitivity as Jacob sucked and swallowed around his cock until Colin let him pull back and free.

He was still so aroused his cock bobbed up and down in front of him, then drooled one final bead of cum. He wanted more. He wanted to experience so much more. Suddenly Colin was maneuvering him around until he was backed up to the desk. A gentle push on the chest and he lay back, willingly, holding up his legs for Colin.

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you,” whispered Colin as he held each leg by the ankle. He spread the legs wide apart and moved closer raking his drooling cock wetly across the ass.

Owen held the edge of the desk feeling Colin’s cock rub over his ass. He looked over at Graham, bent over sucking the blonde’s cock while the other guy fucked his ass. He looked down his naked body, past his cock hovering hard and thick over his abdomen, to Colin’s bare chest and stomach. He looked up at the dark silhouette knowing Colin was looking down at him.

“Fuck me.”

Owen knew Colin smiled, could sense it by the way the head moved. Then Colin pushed his legs over and down to his chest while pressing against his ass. The cock pressed against his tightness, then moved upward pushing over his tightened sac and along the side of his own cock. Then fingers touched him, rubbed over his tight hole, then one breached its tightness and sank into him. He looked down and saw it was Jacob, still on his knees, right next to Colin and knew who those fingers belonged to him.

“I’ll loosen him up,” said Jacob as he worked the finger in Owen.

Colin pulled back and Jacob leaned in between them until Owen felt a tongue working his ass. Up and down the tongue dragged along it, then the finger was back inside him. Then two. Finally, three fingers worked his wet hole.

“Move, move Jacob, let me get inside him,” said Colin.

Flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room. Graham moaned and grunted around cock as another cock hammered his insides. On the other desk, the other two guys Owen had momentarily forgotten about, but now he watched them fucking, one sitting on the other’s cock moving up and down.

“Jesus, fuck,” someone exclaimed.

Then Owen closed his eyes and shuddered at the penetration of his ass. Colin pushed cock slowly through his tightness, sinking inch after inch into him. He held tight to the desk as he thought of the cock being buried in his ass, then moaned as Colin pressed against his ass knowing he had taken every fucking inch.

The hands pushed down on his legs pressing his thighs so tight to his chest that his breathing was difficult, then the cock was moving inside him. A tug outward then a push inward, over and over, until the sound of flesh smacking against flesh was their fuck.

With eyes closed, Owen relaxed to Colin’s fuck, felt his own growing arousal with the feel of it, how cock bore into his depths. How Colin banged against his ass, and the desk squeaked as it rocked beneath them. Then something touched his face, and he opened his eyes to see the dark-skinned guy with his smooth chest and baby face and dark eyes rubbing a wet leaking cock across his face. Across his cheeks and nose, then over his lips, and he parted them taking the cock. As Colin fucked his ass, the other guy fucked his mouth. He tilted his head further back enabling him to take more of the cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” said Jacob standing by the desk stroking his own cock.

“Who is this?” asked the guy fucking Owen in the mouth.

“Graham’s roommate, Owen,” Colin replied.

“Hey Owen, I’m Juan.” Sarcastic, jokingly, then Owen felt hands rubbed each side of his face, then hold his head in place as Juan increased the pace of his fuck. “Jesus, I’m going to come again.”

Owen felt the cock moving over his tongue suddenly hold still, swell thicker, then fill his mouth with cum. Spurt after spurt blasted the inside of his mouth until he had to swallow. Juan shuddered then slowly pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth. He sucked it, drawing out the last of Juan’s cum.

“Jesus, stop!” Juan exclaimed.

Colin pushed down on his legs and slammed into his ass, shuddering with his own release.

“Take me…take me,” Colin uttered breathlessly.

Then cum rained down on the two of them, and Owen saw it was Jacob, stroking a spurting cock with his hand a blur.

 

Colin was on hands and knees on the floor with two of the guys fucking him. Graham was fucking Juan on a desk as Jacob moved up behind him to join in the fun by fucking him at the same time.  It left Owen with one of the guys he didn’t know but he knew he was about to fuck him. Laid back on the other desk with legs over his shoulders, the guy was laid out before him. He raked his cock over the leaking ass, other’s cum making it slick and wet. He looked down at the body until into the face staring back.

“I’m Owen.”

“I know. I’m Daniel. Now fuck me.”

Owen smiled then pushed cock all the way inside of Daniel. One brutal shove that buried every inch inside of him. Daniel cried out then lay back with arms stretched out to either side clutching the sides of the desktop.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck me,” Daniel uttered.

Owen lost himself to their fuck, conscious of only Daniel, everyone else forgotten. He savored the feel of his cock moving inside of him, how it slipped slickly through the loosened opening and sank into the warmth of his hole. He pumped his hips, moved with desire and lust, wanting it to last forever.

As moans and grunts and pleadings filled the room, Owen felt his own desire to cry out, a need to give expression to how he felt.

“Goddamn, take me,” he uttered as he shoved into Daniel’s depths, pushed the legs down until he was over Daniel the way Colin had been over him. Thighs pressed to the chest and his hands behind the knees holding them down. He shifted his feet and began to fuck with long hard strokes. Tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then the shove inward until smacking against the ass, over and over, until sweat cascade down his face and chest and the scent of sex and cum and sweaty bodies seemed overpowering. Then he buried his cock in Daniel and shuddered and slammed against the upturned ass with every ejaculation as he pumped out his load.

 

The guys were rinsing off using bottled water and paper towels they had stashed in the room, then getting dressed. Owen had felt self-conscious at first, but was quickly put at ease, especially by Jacob and Juan who joked around with him making him feel a part of their little group. He watched the guys get dressed looking at their bodies and smiling faces, now knowing the names of all of them. The two guys he saw coming in behind Graham were Michael and Paul, and he looked around the room reminding himself of the names of the others. Colin, Jacob, Daniel, and Juan, considering each one. Those he had sex with and those he wished he had done so, none more than his roommate Graham.

He’d been hesitant to approach Graham, and no one let him wait for long for another partner. Now that they were sated, cocks unable to get hard again, their last sex resulting in cum just dribbling from them. He tugged on his tank top, then brushed the dirt from the front where someone stepped on it.

“Hey guys, we’re out of here,” said Paul as he followed Michael out the door.

“Colin, you got the lights?” asked Graham as he moved up next to Owen.

“Yep.”

“I’ll help him,” said Jacob as he secured his cargo shorts.

Juan came up to Graham and kissed him, then turned to Owen, surprising him with a kiss. “I’ll see you guys’ next time. Hey, Daniel you ready to head back to the dorm?”

Owen watched them head out, then saw Graham shift into his line of sight.

“You want to head back to the dorm?” asked Graham.

“Sure, let’s go.”

 

The dorm loomed large in front of them as they approached, the exterior lights illuminating the perimeter of the first floor, its landscaped areas, and sidewalks. Owen had walked silently by Graham for the last half of their journey, wondering how to ask Graham what their sharing a room would be like now that he knew about the little social club of guys getting together for sex.

“What is it?” asked Graham.

“I was just wondering…what you think of me.”

“Think of you? I admit I considered approaching you but worried I could be wrong, and you’d tell the floor I messed with you.”

Graham climbed the steps to the front door two at a time and Owen had to rush to keep up. When Graham pulled the front door open, he stood holding it to let Owen enter first. In the lobby they waited for the elevator.

“You thought about it with me?” asked Owen.

“Yes. What about you? Did you ever think about messing around with me?”

The door slid open, and Owen stepped into it. “Yes. All the time.”

Going down the corridor with all the doors closed and the silence so total as to be weird to Owen. He had never come in so late, knowing it was nearly five in the morning. Graham strolled beside him down the corridor until at their door. Owen stepped up first with key in hand, opening their door.

The room was dark with just a little light bleeding in around the blinds, and Owen entered not bothering to turn on a light. He sensed Graham coming in behind him, closer and closer until hands were on his bare biceps.

“I’m spent but would welcome the company in the shower. If you wash my back, I’ll do yours.”

“Okay,” Owen replied, and the hands slid down his arms until taking the waistband of the tank top. He raised his arms letting Graham pull it off. A soft kiss to the back of the neck as hands pushed down his shorts and boxers.

Owen leaned back into Graham feeling the taller body against his bare back as hands moved up and down his sides, over his chest, stomach, and flaccid cock.

“After we get some sleep, I want to fuck you,” Graham whispered.

“Yes,” Owen replied.

“Let’s get a shower.”

 

Laying in Graham’s bed, Owen snuggled up to him, back to chest spooning their bodies together. He felt clean and exhausted and satisfied in a manner he didn’t know how to put into words. Then he remembered what Colin had called their little group. The Otoko Social Club.

“Graham, you still awake?”

“Yes.”

“What is The Otoko Social Club?”

Graham chuckled, then snuggled up closer. “A silly name we gave our group to keep people from overhearing what we really meant.”

“What is otoko?”

“Man in Japanese, or at least we think it is. We’re not sure.”

“You’re not sure what the word means?”

“Doesn’t matter what the word means. It’s a ruse, something to conceal the true purpose of our getting together.”

“Which is for sex.”

“Exactly.”

Barbequed Gunslinger

I couldn’t watch them any longer. I backed up across the highway, stopping beside the phone at J.K.’s. Two of the cooks were coming around the side of J.K.’s Kitchen, wiping their hands on soiled aprons, they took off running toward the dock as the fire spread toward where boats hadn’t been cut free.

It looked less imposing than before but more help didn’t hurt.

After dialing 911, I reported the fire at the marina.

Leaving J.K.’s for Harry’s, there was a gathering group of men who were releasing the closest houseboats to the dwindling fire.

No point in taking chances.

I reluctantly drove toward Harry’s to have a conversation I didn’t want to have. My God, Twila was recovering from a heart attack. Telling her Taggart had been shot might kill her. If he died that would kill her. He was hurt. That’s all I know but Ivan was taking him to Dr. Washington’s. That would work if she didn’t ask too many questions.

I needed to get to her before someone called her from the clinic.

It would take ten minutes to Dr. Washington’s with the way Ivan drove. I wasted five watching the activities on the dock.

Once I picked Twila up, I’d take my time and not act alarmed. She’d read my lollygagging as a sign it was nothing too serious. By the time we arrived, Dr. Washington would know how to approach Twila with the news. He was her doctor.

*****

Twila didn’t ask any questions. I told her Taggart was hurt and Ivan wanted me to bring her to make sure he got what she thought he needed. She knew his medical history better than anyone but Dr. Washington. She was concerned but I made it sound as uncomplicated as I could and in a few minutes we’d be at Dr. Washington’s clinic.

As we passed the marina on the way, two fire trucks were parked beside the new shop, hoses had been stretched down the stairs and on to the dock.

There was no sign of fire. The last ten to fifteen feet of dock was full of people. It couldn’t have been too bad. They stood on the burned section of the dock.

There were two men in a boat who were rounding up the free floating boats one at a time, easing each boat back into its slip.

Captain Popov had gone to Savannah over Christmas. I hoped the word didn’t get to him. He’d most certainly come right back and that wouldn’t do anything but ruin Christmas for him. He’d learn soon enough that the trouble at the marina hadn’t gone away.

Twila went into the clinic when I stopped at the front door. Dr. Washington met Twila at the front door. He knew Twila’s heart hadn’t fully recovered yet. I’m sure he was there to calm her.

He sure calmed me.

*****

Parking the car, I went inside.

Ivan was waiting in the waiting room. I sat beside the worried looking man.

“This what you’ve been waiting for, Ivan?” I asked. “I’ve seen you brooding since the Bait Shop burned? I thought it might be from the fire.”

“Not Taggart being shot. If something else happened, I figured it would come at Christmas. Everyone’s away. I sure didn’t figure on Taggart walking into it. I should have kept him away.”

“How’s Taggart? Dr. Washington met Twila at the door. I figure they’re prepping him for surgery,” I said.

“Shoulder wound. Doesn’t look like it’s life threatening but bullets do funny things and he lost a lot of blood. How’d Twila take it?” Ivan asked.

“i didn’t tell her he was shot. I told her he’d been hurt and he was here. She didn’t raise much of a fuss.”

“She’s just coming back from her heart attack. Tag’s been bragging about how well his mother’s doing. Don’t want this to set her back. I wasn’t thinking someone might get hurt. We need to keep everyone away from the new shop. Until we know what’s going on. That means junior.”

“Who did it?” I asked. “I didn’t see anyone. All I saw was the fire. I heard the shot. Taggart went down toward the end of the dock. I ducked behind the nearest piling. Then the dock was burning and moving toward Tag. There wasn’t anyone else on the dock. I went to Taggart and he’d been shot. Shot! I was sure I heard a shot but no one else was around,” Ivan said. “Maybe the roof of the Fish Warehouse. Why shoot Taggart? He’s just a kid.”

“Because he was the first one there,” I said.

“The most likely scenario but where’d the shooter go?”

“We didn’t see him come up. Maybe he came by boat, stayed out of our line of sight as he approached. Did what he came to do and got back in his boat and left.”

“Makes sense. Tag saw him. He ran onto the dock,” Ivan said.

“If not for the Vietnamese cutting the boats loose, and they ran right into the fire to do it, your boat, and my boat, and the Seaswirl would have burned if the fire reached any of the fuel tanks,” I said.

“What did they do? I stopped worrying about the dock when I saw Tag bleeding,” Ivan said.

“Two Vietnamese men ran into the fire to save the boats. They cut them loose and shoved them away from the slips. After I called 911, they had taken the main feeder hose for the houseboats, disconnected the boats from the hose, and they were knocking the fire down. After I picked up Twila, two fire trucks and the sheriff’s car were there and the fire was out,” I said.

“Those Vietnamese just became honorary family, Clay. They’ll never pay slip rent again. When I find out what they need most, and I’ll put Boris on that job, I’ll provide that too,” Ivan said.

He sounding like a man who knew he owed a debt to the men who may have saved the marina.

“The boats they cut free were floating a few feet beyond the slips. They should be safe until they are rounded up,” I said.

“Twila is with Tag,” Dr. Washington said at the opening to the waiting room. “He’s stable. We’re giving him a pint of blood and I’ve called Dr. Isaacson. Luckily he was home. He’ll operate to get the bullet out and I’ll assist. I think he’ll be OK. He’s a bit disoriented and you’ll be able to see him a couple of hours after the operation.”

When the sheriff arrived, the story got very strange.

“Who’s gunning for you, cowboy?” he asked Ivan. “First the old Bait Shop and now the marina? I hope you’re well insured. Are you insured?”

“No, Who expects a marina to burn down?” Ivan said.

“That takes any suspicion off you,” the sheriff said.

The sheriff pushed his hat back on his forehead, scratching the front of his head.

“Who’s the stiff. Did you recognize him?”

“What stiff?” Ivan asked.

“Stiff as in dead guy?” I asked. “He was the biggest casualty in that little weenie roast. Too hot to get near him at the moment. Will not be easy to identify. Gives new meaning to well done. The fire chief says the fire was fueled with gasoline. Same as the Bait Shop. You don’t know who’s trying to burn you out?”

“No idea.”

“Your boy will be OK. Don’t suppose you know who put the bullet in him? He’s too out of it to answer my questions. You think the stiff on the dock put the bullet in that boy?”

“No. I heard a shot and I ducked behind a piling,” Ivan said. “Then I went to take care of Tag. I saw no one else.”

“You there, Olson?”

“I was behind where the action took place. I saw Taggart on the dock and a sudden fireball shot up from the end of the dock. I didn’t see anyone but Taggart and Ivan,” I said.

“Well, once you get back to the marina and take a nose count, let me know if someone is missing. With no other evidence, I’d say our shooter is our firebug and he burned up in the fire he set. If he wasn’t dead, I’d tell him to find a new profession. Must have been over confident after he burned the Bait Shop,” the sheriff said, waving one big hand as he strolled out still scratching his head.

I could see Ivan thinking and I added nothing he didn’t say.

“What’s up?” I asked, after the sheriff was gone.

“You didn’t hear what he said?” Ivan asked.

“I heard what you heard. What do you have on your mind?”

“Tag and I ran onto the dock together. I’ll continue to say I didn’t see the firebug. I won’t say Tag was in front of me. If we’ve got a dead white man, we don’t want Taggart anywhere near him. I ran up the dock in front of Taggart. The shot was meant for me but it hit Tag. That way Tag’s just an innocent employee trying to help me.”

“You think it’s necessary, Ivan? Lying to a cop isn’t a good idea.”

“I’ve been all over this country, Clay. Take it from me, you don’t want a black man anywhere close to a dead white man. That’s the kind of thing that can get out of hand. It doesn’t matter which one of us was in front or behind. I was in front of Taggart and that’s the only story we tell,” Ivan said.

“What about Taggart?” I asked.

“We’ll talk to Dr. Washington and make sure he doesn’t let the sheriff in to see Tag, until we speak to him first. I’ll tell him why. He’ll understand. We want to avoid Twila knowing we’ve altered the story. The fewer people who know the truth, the better off we are.”

*****

Ivan talked to Dr. Washington after the operation. He told him we needed to speak with Taggart before the sheriff talked to him.

“Enough said, Ivan. I will keep the sheriff out until you give me the OK. Won’t do to have any trouble,” he said.

It was dark by the time we went in to see Taggart. Twila sat by his bed holding his hand.

“Is he awake, Twila?” Ivan asked.

“Yes, sir. He be a bit disoriented but he be doin’ better.”

“I hear you, Ivan,” Taggart said clearly. “What is it?”

“Twila, you might want to step out a minute,” Ivan said. “I need to get things straight with Tag.”

“It’s OK, Ivan. I won’t go against anything that needs doin’. You go ahead. I’m fine,” Twila said.

“Tag, did you see the man on the dock setting the fire?” Ivan asked.

“I did, Ivan. It’s why I ran down there to stop him. I’m a bit hazy on what happened once I got to the dock,” Taggart said.

“You didn’t see that man. We so a flash that looked like fire. I ran down the dock first and you were behind me. You don’t remember anything after that no matter what the sheriff says. We clear on that?” Ivan asked.

“Don’t remember much. I’m a bit fuzzy on it, Ivan,” Taggart said.

“That’s what you tell the sheriff. Just what I told you. There’s a body at the end of the pier. Apparently the guy burned up in his fire.”

“How hard can it be to set a fire?” Taggart said. “He burned himself up? Doesn’t speak very highly of his intelligence.”

Ivan laughed.

Taggart started to laugh and stopped very fast.

“Oh, man. It only hurts when I laugh,” Taggart said.

“You be listening to Mr. Ivan, Tag. He’s looking after you. You say what he told you to say. That’s best in this here situation,” Twila said.

“I will, Mama.”

“We need to keep Tag out of this. He’s an innocent bystander. We don’t want to have a black man anywhere near a dead white man in these parts,” Ivan said.

“That’s why I’d never do well under pressure. I’d never think of a cover story to protect Taggart. Thanks for thinking of it,” I told Ivan on our way out.

*****

Outside, we stood next to our cars. Ivan looked forlorn.

“Ride with me. I want you where I can see you,” Ivan said.

I hugged him. He was shaking.

*****

Christmas came on schedule in spite of the trouble at the cove. With a ten year old, you didn’t want to get in Santa Clause’s way. Dylan was a bit distracted, wanting to be sure Taggart was OK.

“He’s home and coming over with Twila this evening for eggnog,” I told him.

Taggart left the clinic in time to be home Christmas morning. His arm was in a sling but otherwise, he was all smiles.

“Stay off the roof until I get this rig off,” Taggart told Ivan.

We were all glad to see him look so fit.

That wouldn’t be the only warning Ivan got that Christmas. Staying off the roof became a theme.

“I’ve got to get the new shop finished. I want to be open by spring,” Ivan protested without impacting those instructions.

You don’t see the people who care about you until something goes wrong. Then they’re there for you, doing what needs doing in spite of the protests.

It was like that at the cove. Men we had long and casual relationships with stepped up to see the trouble stopped with the incident at the end of the dock.

No one knew what to expect, especially Ivan. They kept their eyes open and they kept Ivan out of the line of fire. Ivan didn’t like it but he understood it. I think he was surprised that so many still cared so much about him. He was sure, after ten years away, he’d faded into a distant memory for most folks. He hadn’t.

Dylan didn’t spend much time at the cove. His world was between home and school. We took entertainment jaunts a couple of evenings a week. We were both with him on most weekends and we tried to fit in at least one dive into weekends.

We were cautious everywhere we went. We didn’t know if the trouble could expand away from the cove. It was where it was focused so far.

*****

Ivan bought Dylan a 35mm camera for Christmas. It was a Nikon and Ivan told me it was one of the best.

“You think he needs the best to start out. How do you know he’ll like taking pictures?” I asked.

“He’s observant. He’ll take good pictures,” Ivan said.

By New Years Eve we had to go to the store to buy film. The ten rolls Ivan put in with the camera were used to photograph the people, the presents, and scenery around the conservancy house the week between Christmas and New Years. He took a roll of film at Goofy Golf. As usual, Ivan had given his son the perfect gift.

The results were rough in places but his ability to compose a shot was good enough to tell you a lot about his photographs.

“Can I take pictures underwater, Daddy?” he asked me.

“You put that camera in water and we’re going to war. That’s not a toy.”

As soon as I said it I could see him laughing at my reaction. He didn’t need to say, ‘I’m not stupid.’ The jury was still out on his daddy.

I did take most things seriously. I lived in a serious world and I did serious work for a serious man. I wanted to laugh more and see the humor in things I took too seriously.

With the trouble at the cove, i found it difficult to see humor under the circumstances. No one needed to tell me that I took life too seriously. My son wanted me to lighten up and so he said things to get a reaction that even I could see was overreaction. I would laugh more when we could write, ‘…and they lived happily ever after’ on the trouble in the cove.

I still got that niggle at the back of my neck when I parked at the cove. Like Ivan had been waiting for something to happen around Christmas, I waited for what came next. There were a lot of eyes on us. Eyes staying out of sight. Eyes that didn’t close.

Everyone who came to the conservancy house was immortalized on film. Dylan had become a shutterbug. I hadn’t considered a camera for our son. I didn’t have Ivan’s imagination or Dylan’s.

Twila and Taggart came over for turkey sandwiches and eggnog Christmas evening. Taggart was all smiles. He seemed fine. If anyone can be fine after being shot. It was still nice to see him.

The pictures of Twila and Taggart turned out particularly well. I’d ask Dylan if he wanted to have a few of those blown up. There were other people who photographed well. Dylan caught Ivan unaware in two shots. They both came out like portraits. One he took of me, catching me by surprise, I liked.

Mama, Pop, and Lucy were caught while they least expected it. Dylan managed to get candid shots of the people he loved most.

I didn’t see the camera as the key to our son’s future right away. As time passed, his passion for taking pictures at the perfect instant separated him from most amateur photographers.

Within weeks of taking his first picture, he’d developed a style all his own.

*****

The body of the man who flunked out of arson school was left on the dock until the medical examiner got around to him the afternoon after the shooting. The sheriff left a deputy to guard him. The deputy covered the remains with a tarp.

I didn’t think the body was going anywhere.

He was removed before he could become a tourist attraction and the medical examiner was sure of the cause of death but he wasn’t sure how he’d identify the firebug.

It was the first shooting in the vicinity anyone could remember.

The sheriff expressed his feelings by saying, ‘That boy will be OK. Not much investigating to do on this case.”

*****

Enter Harry.

Harry returned from D.C. on Christmas Eve. He came over Christmas evening. He was subdued. They hadn’t done anything in congress for two weeks and weren’t due back until the week after New Years, but Harry was running for the senate and he wanted to have all his political ducks in a row before campaign season started.

He was appraised of the shooting as soon as he got home. As with Popov, we tried not to upset him and put a crimp in his plans. He couldn’t do anything. He’d know what we know when he got home.

Harry not being able to do anything was our opinion. It wasn’t Harry’s. Once he talked to Sheriff Andy, he made another call. We’d be living with that call for months to come. Harry waited until after joining us for eggnog and turkey sandwiches Christmas evening. It was Christmas and nothing would get done for a few days.

Under Harry’s arm was a complete leather bound collection of Robert Louis Stevenson’s novels. He held them out to Dylan.

Dylan took Harry’s photograph as he held out the present.

“Someone got a camera for Christmas,” Harry said. “These will keep your reading time interesting for a month or two.”

Harry drank eggnog and he ate half a turkey sandwich. Pop invited him to take brandy in the study. Ivan and I joined them.

Harry invited Ivan and me to lunch at the Gulf Club on the Monday before he returned to D.C. He’d be back later in January and I’d introduce him at the next Tampa function, where he announced he’d run for the senate in August. This Tampa stop would kick off Harry’s campaign.

He’d visit major cities in Florida over the next ten days. He’d fly me to and from the southern Florida events. Campaign stops in Jacksonville and Tallahassee would require an overnight stay.

*****

“I’ve heard the story from the sheriff and the fire chief. The medical examiner doesn’t know where to start in identifying the man consumed by the fire. Needless to say, to find out the answers to our question, we need to know his identity. Now I want to hear your version of the events that took place the day Taggart was shot.”

Harry wanted the story directly from the horse’s mouth.

I could tell when Harry had something on his mind. It wasn’t typical for him to let his anger show. He wanted the truth and he wanted it now. He was a politician and he knew when he was being handed a pile of crap.

“That’s the story we agreed we’d tell Sheriff Andy and anyone else who asked. I don’t need to explain why. The part of the story we changed, Tag went to get coffee and sweet rolls. He was gone maybe five minutes. We were sitting in the new shop’s window. We can see the entire cove from there. Next thing I know, Tag is running onto the dock. I yelled at him, jumped up, and I went after him, not sure why he’d be running onto the dock. He was half way down the dock when I hit the dock. I couldn’t see what he saw but I saw flames. I don’t know how far I’d run. There was a shot. I know a shot when I hear one. I ducked behind the closest piling. I thought the shot was from ahead of me on the dock. When I looked for Tag, he was face down on the dock. He wasn’t moving. Flames were shooting into the air on the left side at the end of the dock. I did no more than glance that way. I got to Tag, Clay came, we carried him to my car. I drove him to Dr. Washington’s. It was the next day before I could talk to him. I told him the new story and the reason why he shouldn’t have been the closest person to the dead guy. He immediately said, ‘I don’t remember anything after I got to the dock. Twila is the only other person who knows the change. Popov, like you, won’t take anything but the truth. Besides us, no one else knows.”

Ivan sat back.

“Wise move, Ivan. It’s 1980 and we can’t allow a black man to go where he wants when he wants for fear of him being accused if anything happens.”

“It’s mild here, Harry,” Ivan said. “The places I’ve been the hatred is palpable but I wanted to protect Tag.”

Harry was not a happy camper. He spent some time talking with Taggart and Twila before excusing himself Christmas evening. We assumed, but didn’t know, Taggart told Harry the truth.

*****

There was small talk. Harry asked about Jack and Randi. He asked Ivan how the readjustment was going. It was cordial but Harry was playing his cards close to his vest. First he wanted to calm down.

I waited for him to say what was on his mind. Ivan and I drank soda and Harry had branch water and bourbon. The chit chat became light as we enjoyed the lobster. It was delicate and delightful. I wondered if there were lobster addicts.

“I want you to think about this before you answer me,” Harry said once the lobster was gone. “Could this be some residue of your time in Asia, Ivan?”

“I have no reason to believe so. I left my work behind before going to get Boris. No loose ends left untied. I left on good terms with my handlers. They guided me to Boris. I can think of anything or anyone who even knew I was an asset. Harry, those guys have a problem with someone, they step up behind you and put a bullet in your brain. They don’t play with fire. They don’t fire warning shots. I wasn’t on that end of the business. I listened and reported to my handler.”

“I don’t mind telling you, I’m not pleased about Tag. He’s been coming to my house since he was a new born. Twila has been with my family since I was a boy and her mother worked for my father before that. The thought that he could have been killed doesn’t set well with me and I plan to do something about it. From this point forward I want to know what’s going on. I don’t care how trivial it sounds. I want you two to tell me everything. There could be a clue you aren’t picking up on and I’ve got people who know what clues mean.”

Harry drank his bourbon and Ivan and I drank soda. Harry watched the seagulls frolicking at the end of the pier behind the restaurant. A busboy threw scraps for them to fight over. There must have been a hundred.

“What I’m about to tell you, you keep to yourself,” Harry said, looking back at us. “If I want someone to know, I’ll tell them. You keep it to yourself. I’m getting something done about this situation. I hate to speak ill of our law enforcement, but our sheriff is less like Andy and more like Barney when it comes to our black citizenry. He may not be a bigot but he gives a good impression of one. I can’t fire him but I can assure you he will not be reelected,” Harry said, slpping the last of his bourbon and holding his glass up to be refill.

I was relieved. He wasn’t pissed at us but I’d known Harry forever, and I’d never seen him wound as tight as he was on Monday.

“I’ve been in touch with the director of the FBI. I’ll call him after we finish lunch. Be forewarned, the FBI will be coming to investigate this entire affair. Ivan, you are to keep a low profile. They can’t guard you and it’s obvious you are the target. If you must be at the cove, be inside the new structure. It faces the cove and no one can take a shot at you from the front. Clayton, you go out on Sea Lab, you don’t stop to chat or to mull around. Go down the stairs, up the dock, untie Sea Lab and don’t come back on deck until you leave the cove. It’s probably not necessary, but it’s what I want you to do.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“I’ve got roofing coming the first week in January,” Ivan said.

“That roof will be out in the weather for the next hundred years. Sitting in the weather a few weeks won’t hurt it. Low profile means, low profile,” Harry stressed. “What did Popov say?”

“He doesn’t know yet,” Ivan said. “I told J.K. to let him have his vacation. There was no point in ruining Christmas with his family. He’d have come straight back here. He’s been in Savannah since before Christmas. Now I can tell him Harry’s on the job,”

“Tell that old pirate about the FBI. I don’t want him making waves while they’re trying to investigate. Tell him it is being handled by the most reliable police presence it’s possible to have. He’s to stand down and let them do their work.”

“I’ll tell him,” Ivan said. “You know how well Popov listens.”

“You’re like a son to him. Tell him to restrict himself to keeping an eye on you and the marina. I’ll tell the director there will be an old Russian fisherman who will be keeping an eye on the cove. That way they’ll look out for him and not lock horns with him. He’ll know the special agents. They all look alike. Aviator sunglasses, crew cuts, dark suits and narrow ties.”

“I’ll tell him that, Harry.”

“I wouldn’t want to be you,” Harry said. “Popov does not like trouble and when there is trouble, he’ll stop trouble in its tracks. He’s got to let the FBI do its job though. Tell him Harry said that and I won’t take his phone calls.”

Ivan laughed.

I was less than fond of the FBI. I remember being tailed after Teddy became a draft resister. Teddy gave me his 1956 Chevy. Every time I left the driveway for a long time, a car parked on the shoulder up toward Ivan’s driveway would fall in behind me. I never saw them but with the top down on the Chevy they couldn’t miss me.

If they came to keep Ivan safe, I could live with that.

I want to continue my true stories’ series that took place with Stan in undergraduate college. I have already shared my true stories from high school with Mark and T.J. plus with Logan in graduate school. 

In the last story I shared the first few days with Stan, the hot sexy guy from straight to gay, along with our visit to an adult book store where we purchased sex toys, xxx gay video, gay magazines and I sucked Stan off. Now let me tell you what happened back at his condo during rest of the weekend where we had a break from school.

After we had a good meal, we talked about what we both wanted as to man sex in our new relationship that had started off as amazing gay sex. Aa I remember that weekend and our conversation, I shared with Stan I was a true bottom as I had been with T.J. in high school. But if my partner wanted to experience a cock in his ass, I could do that also.  I also let it be known that during sex it really turned me on for the guy to talk dirty to me and me to him that did not take away from our romance or love for one another. 

Stan shared with me that while he was a straight guy he always was the top and dominant over the female and he wanted to do the same with me. Although he had used condoms with all the females except that one time when he thought he made that female in Florida pregnant as he was slow pulling out as he climaxed but fortunately that did not happen. He told me that sex without a condom was much more arousing but we had to be very safe. 

So we went to the shower and prepared our self by using tubes to totally clean our asses until we were sparkling clean. Then we were ready for our first night of the wildest type of gay raw sex. We put on a very long playing xxx gay video staring two very famous gay porn stars, we were butt naked and I told Stan I was going to let him dominate me and I would do what ever he told me that excited him as our cocks had become steel hard.

Stan had me get on the bed on my back, he put a cock ring over my balls, he lubed our cocks, lubed my ass with gobs of scented lube, took a huge lubed black dildo and as I spread eagle on the bed he slowly shoved that rubber hard dildo cock deep in my experienced ass and finally he shoved my cock deep into a lubed flesh jack as I begin to buck and real across the bed.  

Stan was wild with lust for me as he begin to use one hand to drive that dildo in and out of my wet puckering ass and used his other hand to drive my throbbing cock in and out of that flesh jack as if it was a guy’s pussy. Then Stan drove me wild as he services me as he begin talking dirty to me. He said such things as: “How do you like being fucked and sucked at the same time you little whore, you’re a slut aren’t you, tell me you are a fucking bitch, tell me you like being a tramp, a slut, my bitch, tell me what you want you little whore.”

I responded as I felt shivers run and down my smooth hairless skin as I looked into Stan’s amazing dark eyes filled with lust for me. This was an experience never having a guy use sex toys to fuck me and make me feel as if I was fucking a wet lubed ass at the same time. “Oh my god, YES Stan I am a no good slut, a whore, a fucking fag, I am your bitch, take me and make me yours, I am your slut, you own me, make me beg for more, tell me you want me as your slut every day, I am ready to do what ever you want my lover.”

I had never been so turned on and horny. In addition to all the things Stan was doing to me, I also could see that one of those incredible sexy porn dudes on the video was fucking the other dude and calling him his birch. I was sweating, felt goose bumps, and watched the facial expressions of Stan’s face  in his element of pure animalistic lustful enjoyment. I too had very sexy desires on my face. It became even more erotic as I soon felt Stan’s massive 9 inch cut warm cock on my inner thigh as he was wildly fucking my ass with that massive dildo and running that flesh jack on and off my pulsating leaking cock as his warm precum was wetting my thigh driving me near the edge of no return. Stan smelt so great and the aroma of sex filled the area.

Every thing became even more hot if possible as Stan looked deep into my eyes as my ass was full of that dildo and my cock was fucking that flesh jack as he continued talking dirty to me. He knew what I wanted.  He said something like: “Well my sweet bitch how am I doing, do you like what sexy horny Stan is doing to you, YEA I know you’re just a fucking fucking fucking little slut who can never get enough of another man, you really want my big hard cock inside that pussy and you want me to breed you, don’t you little whore, I bet you wish I could use my cum deep in that man pussy to make you pregnant don’t you, you want me to use my strong male cum to make you have us a baby, yea I know what a little slut you are, Yea I will seed that whore pussy of yours tonight and many more times in the future, that fucking man pussy is mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

“OH FUCK YEA, Stan I am yours, please use that giant cock and balls full of semen to breed me for the first time. I have never wanted anyone as bad as I want you right now, man you’re the most amazing hot stud and I need you to make love to me and bred me now. I want to feel that wet fresh raw meat and hard cock inside me and let me feel it beat against my ass walls and yea use that cocky tool to massage my prostate and make me cry out in pure pleasure, service my G-Spot please.”  

That was it, we were at that point of unbelievable lust and horny as hell. Stan pulled that ass juiced dildo out of my pulsating ass and took that precum covered flesh jack off my wet cock but left that cock ring around my balls. I pulled my legs and feet upon my chest as I watched Stan lube his purple blood filled cock with precum on his shinny cock head and he lowered his crotch to my ass opening as he poured more lube on my ass and man he lost no time pushing his eager cock to open my ass entrance and I felt that huge  besting cock spread my ass and soon he was all the way inside my pussy as he begin to thrust that magic meat deep and almost all the way out over and over as I moaned and whimpered feeling that dick slide all over my ass walls and fuck my eager pussy deep and into my prostate (G-Spot) over an dover. His cock felt so warm, hard and yes spewing precum wetting my ass and getting me ready for the big blast that was about to be his first time to dump his semen inside my eager ass. Man I wanted that white thick cream to be inside me as he was going to have part of him in me.

We fucked for at least ten minutes as I enjoyed that amazing manhood fill me with such pleasure until he let  out a huge loud grunt warning mew he was coming, gave one final hard thrust of that massive cock deep inside me as he emptied his balls of cum deep in me causing me to grab my cock and jerk a couple times as I exploded over my abs, chest and face with a huge load of man seed.

As we came down from that high co-ejaculation, things became still very sexy. As Stan’s cum ran out of my ass, he did the most exciting thing for a former straight dude. He got down and used his hands to collect that stream of cum and put it in his mouth and then came up and kissed me as we shared his cum. But he was not finished as he got down and licked my cum off my body and spit it in my mouth. Then we kissed and enjoyed both our cum loads. We cuddled as we smelt all those sex odors and especially the taste of our cum.

Epilogue: We spent much of the rest of the weekend having a variety of wild great sexual experiences including the use of that double headed cock toy as we fucked each other at the same time with that great toy.

For the four years as undergraduate students our sex life got better and better as we found so many ways to experiment with great gay sex!!!! I will never forget those four years with Stan, Man he knew how to ring my bell as I became his bottom over and over as he fucked me.

I also remember in a different way my senior year with T.J as two innocent horny 18 year olds and for a short time in graduate school with hot Logan. The guys were all great but in very different ways. Stan stands out in a special way that is hard to explain. We all went our separate ways due to careers and other obligations but great memories. 

Let me know if you have enjoyed these true stories of part of my sex life.

P.S. I did go to Florida with Stan and met his wonderful very wealthy parents and I should add Stan and I  had some awesome sex in Florida on a yacht. Maybe a future story here.

It was Sunday night at around 10 o’clock, Raphael was taking a shower and thinking about Alex. Raphael was really starting to like him. Raphael was already mesmerized by how Alex looked and the sex they had but after the “date” and seeing Alex’s eyes twinkling he knew for certain. He didn’t just have a little crush on Alex but he really liked him. The way Alex was shy with people he didn’t know and also shy with people he did know a bit. But at the same time being a dom in the bed that would totally take over Raphael. Raphael never had something like this, he was usually the dom but now the roles were reversed and he liked that. Thinking about all this made his cock slight hard, he was really starting to get horny from thinking about it all. He couldn’t get his mind off Alex and started to slowly stroke his cock. He thought about how Alex fucked him and how he was totally under the control of him. He started to stroke his cock harder and you could clearly hear how the strokes and the water, his hand and his hard cock collided. He went faster and faster, grabbing his ass cheek and imagining that it was Alex that grabbed it. Now and then a moan would come out of his mouth. It was impossible not to. 

“Ah fuck!” He yelled softly, too not let his roommates hear.

The cum shot out of his cock, landed on the floor and quickly went down the drain. He was still breathing heavily from the cum shot, with some of it that came on his hand. Which he quickly washed away. 

Alex was lying on his bed. His phone buzzed. He got a text from Raphael:

“Hey, u wanna go on a date to the museum of contemporary art Tuesday night?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!”

It was Tuesday night and Alex just arrived in front of the museum. He was a bit early, ten minutes or so. But luckily the late summer weather made that it was still comfortable out. He didn’t look too fancy but he did try to dress up a bit. He wore somewhat baggy trousers with his shirt tucked into it and a denim jacket. As he waited he became more nervous with every second that passed, although they already fucked and all. This was real. A real date. After five minutes of waiting Raphael was there, he looked even better than usual. His luscious hair looked even more luscious than usual- something Alex didn’t know was possible-, he was wearing a shirt that was pretty tight and almost looked like a crop top. The shirt made his pecs pop, and he was wearing a pair of straight legged black jeans. How Raphael looked almost made him blush. Raphael looked too good. As they met in front of the museum they hugged each other. 

“Hey, you look great!” Raphael said.

“Thnx, but you look even better. Your pecs are really coming out of that shirt.” 

“And is that a good thing?” Raphael asked with a smirk.

“Yes of course hahahaha. Shall we go inside?”

“Yes, I love this museum, it has such good art! I hope you will like it.” Raphael said as they walked in.

“I am not really into art per se but I do like some contemporary art, especially when you are here too.”

They walked through the galleries and watched and talked about the art. Alex soon released Raphael was quite the art nerd, he talked about it as he almost lived here. He gave almost a lecture about the art of Frida Kahlo, one of the only artists Alex actually knew. It made Raphael only more attractive, to hear him speak about it so passionately and looking into Alex’s eyes with his eyes that were twinkling. 

“Sorry, am I rambling too much?” 

“No, absolutely not. I like it, especially when you talk about it.”

Alex reaches for Raphael’s hand to hold it. Raphael looked down, looked up and smiled. 

“Wanna go to the next room?” Raphael said.

“Lead the way.” 

They went into a darker room, where there was a video installation. They sat down on the bench, still holding each other’s hand. No one else was there and the only sound came blasting out of the speakers. They looked each other in the eyes. Raphael looked into Raphael’s eyes which were somewhat hard to see but could still see the bits of green, because of the screen that shone bright. Raphael couldn’t resist himself, moved his head towards Alex and kissed him. He kissed Alex gently, holding his face with one hand. They parted ways again and Raphael petted Alex’s buzz cut which felt nice and soft. They left the room and walked to a few more galleries in the museum. Raphael knew it for sure now, he liked Alex and not a little but a lot.

When they left the museum it was pouring outside and just over ten o’clock. 

“What is this suddenly?!” Raphael said when they stepped outside.

Alex took off his jacket and held it above the two of them, so they wouldn’t get totally soaking wet. Raphael looked him in his eyes and couldn’t resist himself. Raphael leaned forward and kissed Alex, it wasn’t gentle but more aggressive like all the annoyance he felt went into the kiss and disappeared.

“Would you wanna go to my house to continue the date? It is only a fifteen minute walk.” Raphael asked.

“Oh that is why you brought me to this museum so you could take me home.” Alex said sarcastically.

“But let’s go.” He continued.

It seemed like with every step they took it began to rain harder and harder. The jacket that Alex held above their heads was totally soaked after five minutes. They still held it above their heads to get some protection but they were also totally soaked after ten minutes of walking. Alex didn’t seem to mind it too much; he kept saying how much he liked the smell of rain and late summer. Two smells that were a perfect combination according to him. Raphael was less positive about it but after a while accepted it and was charmed by how Alex talked about it all. 

“Here we are. Wanna go inside?” Raphael said.

“Yes but wait.” 

Alex kissed Raphael firmly grabbing his waist and moving him towards him. Raphael was somewhat perplexed by how he did it, he thought that that was only something alex would do in the bedroom.

“Sorry, I always wanted to do that kissing someone while it is pouring rain.”

“Don’t say sorry. My roommates aren’t in town by the way.”

Raphael grabbed Alex’s hand, walked towards the door and opened it.

“Welcome in my house!” Raphael said as they walked in.

“Can I see your room?”

Raphael led him to his room. As soon as they were both in Alex began to kiss Raphael passionately, grabbing his ass and making his way to the bed.

“Wait, let me close the curtains.” Raphael said

“So now you don’t want to give people a show anymore?”

Raphael went to the window -which was on the street side-  and closed it.

“Let’s continue now.” Raphael said with a smirk.

Alex walked towards him and pushed him on the bed. Alex was now towering over Raphael, holding Raphael’s hands tightly on the bed. They stared into each other’s eyes and both looked like they were ready for more. Alex went and started to unzip Raphael’s pants and pulled them down a bit. He saw the cock growing quickly while Raphael looked at him.

“You are excited it seems.”

“How can I not be, you are on top of me.”

“Let’s make you even more excited then.”

Alex pulled the underwear down which clearly showed the outprint of Raphael’s hard cock. The cock bounced out of the underwear and was fully hard. Alex grabbed it moved his head toward it and went with his tongue slightly over the tip. He pulled back the foreskin so the entire tip was out. He started at the edge and slowly worked his way up with his tongue. Going round and round. Raphael let out soft moans through out. Alex grabbed the cock and looked Raphael in the eyes. Raphael’s cock slowly filled Alex’s mouth. Raphael moved his hips up and down, fucking Alex’s mouth. Suddenly the roles were reversed, Raphael was becoming the dom now. Raphael went faster and faster, with his moaning that intensified. Alex looked at Raphael and was at times almost choking on Raphael’s big cock. Raphael stopped fucking Alex’s mouth. Alex took Raphael’s cock out of his mouth and said: “Fuck! I guess you will take charge tonight.”

Raphael leaned up and threw Alex on the bed.

“I guess I will.” He said with his hard cock that was hovering over Alex. He took his shirt off, grabbed Alex’s hand so he would lean up and took off his shirt too. He pushed Alex back onto the bed, took off his pants entirely quickly and moved down toward Alex’s crotch.

“You want to turn around so I can loosen you up?”

Alex didn’t even think and immediately turned around. Raphael pulled down the pants and underpants and revealed Alex’s ass. He looked at it and couldn’t wait, he immediately went down. Spread the checks and moved his tongue around and on the hole. Quickly Raphael grabbed some lube from his night stand and put lube on his finger. He massaged Alex’s hole and slowly put his finger in. Alex softly moaned and began to breathe harder with every finger that went in. Four fingers were in at this point and Alex couldn’t wait anymore.

“You wanna put your cock in?”

Raphael immediately turned Alex around on his back again, grabbed his legs and put them up in the air. He put the lube on his cock and stroked it a couple times so it was totally covered. 

“Are you ready?”

Which Alex answered with a little nod. Raphael slowly puts his cock in Alex’s hole. And slowly goes deeper and deeper until it is fully in. He kisses Alex and slowly starts to pound. With every thrust he goes a little faster. Alex’s moans intensify with every thrust and he closes his eyes to take it all in. Raphael starts to slowly stroke Alex’s cock which makes Alex absolutely feral. Alex opens his eyes and looks intensely in Raphael’s eyes. He can’t phantom what is happening and feels like he is in the best dream ever. 

Raphael takes his cock out and almost orders alex to go on his hands and knees. Raphael is done with the slow fuck begins to pound Alex like his life depends on it immediately after re-entering Alex’s hole. Raphael’s starts to breathe heavier and starts to slap Alex’s ass. Leaving a slight red imprint.

“Fuck! Your hole is so good.” He says while moaning. 

Raphael starts to change his rhythm. Pounding hard for a bit and after going slower. Every time he pounds hard Alex starts to moan louder and scream fuck. It was impossible not to do that with such a big cock in him. After a while of fucking in doggy Raphael takes his cock out again.

“You wanna sit on my cock?”

Alex stands up, kisses Raphael aggressively and throws him on the bed.

“I think you have the answer now right?” 

Alex spread his legs moves towards Raphael’s cock, put some more lube on Raphael’s cock and slowly put the cock in his – which was at this point – gaping hole. Within no time Raphael’s cock was entirely in Alex again. Alex started to move up and down while Raphael wrapped his hands around Alex’s waist. Alex went faster and faster.

“Ah fuck!” 

Alex came, his cum shot on Raphael’s face and over the rest of his body. Alex didn’t stop though and still increased his speed. Going faster and faster with every thrust. Raphael felt that he couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“You want my cum inside you?”

Alex nodded, he looked almost like he begged for it in Raphael’s eyes. After a few more thrust.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Alex stopped and some of Raphael’s cum slowly dripped on his cock. They both looked at each other and smiled. Alex went up taking Raphael’s cock out of him and plopped down on the bed next to Raphael. The cum was leaking out of his hole as he kissed Raphael.

“This might be a weird time to ask. But would you like to be my boyfriend?” Raphael asked.

“Yes! I really like you.”

They kissed again softly. Alex rested his head on Raphael’s pec while they were still both covered in cum. Raphael on his face and Alex on and in his hole.

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Thank you all for reading this is the last chapter of this serie. I hope y’all liked it!

Ride it Boy

I landed on the bed with a bounce, staring at the burly tow truck driver as he walked around it, giving me a hungry smile, his thick cock hard already, sticking out like an extension of his masculinity. He looked good, so fucking good I thought as I took in his messy curly hair, his heaving pecs and grapefruit sized biceps, the way his waist had that v-shape pointing to his meaty cock and balls despite his hard rounded stomach. His legs were thick and muscled, his body hair dark and lightly covering his body in the right places. This was a blue-collar man in every sense of the fantasy. He seemed sexier than my stepfather, in a different way though that I couldn’t quite figure out. He moved around my bed watching me, before he yanked at the covers and climbed in beside me, pulling the sheets over us and finding my naked body.

Greg pulled me into him and I could smell that manly scent mixed with sex on him. I felt his warm body touch mine, my smooth body responding immediately to the sensation of this bigger man’s naked flesh against my skin. I shivered, curling into his body, his arm extended for me to lay on, as his other arm pulled me into him.

“Get in here boy.” He mumbled, curling his leg over mine, scooping me up into the folds of his muscles. His hard belly pushed into my flesh, his hand finding my ass to hang on to and caress as he looked down at me smiling. He let out a small moan and shifted his body until he felt just right, me in his arms, our legs entwined, my hands resting on his leg and pec.

My head was against his chest, listening to the sounds of his heart beating, his nose breathing in and out just above me. This wasn’t what I expected of the big brute who had just carried me into bed after he let a fellow driver plow me alongside him. This was a different side of the bully of a man who made me suck his dick in his truck, arrange for a cop to come and use me and then show up with a friend. I was all his now.

His hand moved slowly up and down my backside, his fingers tracing my spine up to my shoulders then back down over the curve of my ass as his other hand rubbed my arm. It was quiet, and we were both still. Only the sounds of his breathing filled the room until he spoke softly.

“It’s been a long time since I did this.” He didn’t stop his fingers moving, or change position. I didn’t answer, just enjoyed the feeling. I wasn’t used to getting this much attention lately. My stepfather could only enter my room to fuck me quickly and quietly, no time for this sort of affection. But it was what I had been missing. I just didn’t expect it from this brawny guy.

Greg looked down at me, taking me in. My eyes looked up, seeing the frown on his face as he studied me, feeling his fingers move from my arms to my smooth chest, feeling them dance over my nipple up my neck to my cheek. He let his finger move over my nose, his eyes watching the movements as he outlined my jaw and my hairline, until he brought his fingers under my chin to lift it, the glint of his wedding ring catching my eye before he moved in to kiss me.

I felt his thick tongue move slowly into my mouth at first, tentative it seemed compared to the forcefulness earlier. There was a slow, methodical manner to this kiss, as if it was the first time now, teasing, tasting, testing. The kiss grew in intensity, our lips opening wider, our tongues exploring deeper. His breath increased, and his hands began to move around my body again. I felt his cock hardening, stiffening against me as our bodies moved slightly. He was pulling me into him tighter, or I was pressing into him more. My eyes were closed. My face feeling numb. My body on fire.

It was me that moved over him, rolling onto his body, sliding a leg over him to straddle him, keeping our faces locked still in a kiss. I felt him move with me, rolling onto his back until I was on him. I pulled my lips away slightly, opening my eyes to see his still closed, the long dark lashes against his face until they opened slightly. A small smile spread across his cheeks as he focused on me, his moustache curling upwards a bit, his hands moving up my arms to my shoulders to rub me lightly.

“You look good on top of me.” He whispered with a dazed look about him. I lifted my ass and moved upward, feeling his thick shaft under me. I let my bum move over him, hearing him inhale as I positioned his fat dick between my cheeks and teased him, grinding my ass onto him. His hands moved down my pecs, tickling my abs. His big paw found my own cock where he fisted it, tugging at it gently as his eyes moved back up to mine.

Greg looked just as good under me, his barrel chest at my hands to squeeze and feel. His rather handsome face relaxed and enjoyed the view. I leaned over him to kiss him again, and he welcomed me with a small groan, opening his meaty lips for me to taste, letting me bite down on his lower lip and tug at it as his hands continued their dance over my body.

I moved my hands over his big arms, pushing them down onto the bed, snaking up to his hands where he opened his fists for me and then closed his fingers around mine, holding my hands tightly as our kissing increased. I felt his cock throb under my wet ass and I slid upward, feeling the head of his cock at my hole. I sat down on it again, and squirmed, teasing him. He flexed, his cock lifting at an angle for me and I pushed back as we kissed and held each other’s hands.

We did this for a while, moaning into each other, fingers clinging to each other as our mouths locked, my ass working his cock to see if he could find my entrance with the movements of his hips. And when that cock was pressing at my angled hole, when I had him right where I wanted him, I pushed up on him, my hands holding his still against the bed, and I moved my ass so I could take him in.

I watched his eyes link with mine as his mouth hung open. I felt his body freezing, his hips in just the right position under me, holding me in place to make sure his cock was in the right spot. I didn’t need any lube. I didn’t need any hands. I maneuvered my body just right until I had that head pop into me and I slid backwards, down his shaft and felt him inside me once again.

We both moaned, his fingers squeezing me tight as he slid in. His head went back a bit as he groaned out, feeling the warmth from me wash over him. His eyes opened wider and locked back on mine as his hips met my ass and he pushed up into me.

“Holy fuck boy. That feels so fuckin’ good.” He grinned, squeezing his fingers around mine.

We didn’t move, me holding his hands down on the bed, my body sitting across his waist, my ass resting against his big legs. His cock flexed again in me and I rolled my eyes at the feeling, making him give a little laugh.

“You feel that eh?” His grin was intoxicating. I slid my fingers out from his, leaving his arms bent up by his body as if he was being held up at gunpoint. I grazed my hands down his arms, to his chest. Squeezing his big pecs I began to move my ass, seeing the pleasure wash over his face, working his cock inside me slowly. He groaned, breathing in deeply, watching me work my body on his, moving like a dancer on him, sliding his cock up and down enough to make him want to squirm. But he remained still, watching me, memorizing me.

I could have stayed in bed with him all day like this, the feeling of him from this position taking my breath away, making my cock thick and leaking again already. He saw me look down and brought a big thumb to my cock to wipe away the drop, bringing it to my own lips for me to taste, shoving his thumb into my mouth as I gyrated on top of him.

“Yeah. Ride my cock boy. Feel good?” his voice was still soft, talking to me in a quiet whisper, like it was forbidden. I nodded, sliding my hands over his beautiful chest, eliciting more growls and groans from him as his face relaxed more and his eyes kept slowly closing momentarily.

Then he arched a bit, and his hands moved up my legs to my waist and he lifted me upwards with his cock, driving it deeper into me and making me moan. But instead of taking over, he held on to me, and grabbed my 8 inches with his rough hand and started to stroke it as I moved on his.

“Ride that cock boy.” He whispered again, putting his free hand behind his head and flexing out his bicep. I heard a groan of my own as I watched him, feeling the sensation of his cock in my ass as he pulled at my dick. All 6 plus feet of his solid muscular body under me. This massive man probably twice my size now under me, weak with lust as he watched me pleasure myself on his pole.

I picked up my pace, leaning back more to give him a better angle on my cock. I put my hands on his massive quads, working my ass faster now. I watched him watching me, the frown on his face and the nods he was giving me.

“Oh fuck Greg you feel so good.” I whispered back at him as I bounced up and down.

He was nodding now, gripping my cock tighter, pulling at it harder with a new determination.

“C’mon baby. Ride that cock and make it squirt again.” He teased, leaving his tongue dangling out over his bottom lip as he focused on my cock.

I looked up to the ceiling, my body moving into his hand now, as if I was fucking his fist as his cock drilled me from underneath. I was the one who started moaning first. His voice was now matching mine as I felt the wave of my orgasm rising.

I opened my eyes in time to see the first volley of my cum shoot straight out, flying across his chest to his face and land there on his cheek much to his surprise. A second shot matched it, landing on his chin as his mouth opened wider and his own body began to spasm. My clenching ass brought him to his own explosion.

His body shook, lifting me up higher as he arched and drove his cock upward into me, his fist still clenched around my throbbing dick, letting more of my cum erupt from his vice like grip. He bucked up into me in a loud, low growl, holding me down with his free hand to make sure he didn’t escape my tunnel.

Like I was riding a mechanical bull trying to buck me off, I managed to hang on, gripping his pecs, squeezing my legs around his, keeping my ass down on him to feel his cock flood me again in what would best be described as a surprising sensual ending to a slow burn of an explosion. Until he lowered his ass to the bed, and his eyes locked on mine again. I bent forward, hungrily kissing him as he wrapped those big manly arms around me. For such a wild brute, this was a strange erotic way to have sex. I didn’t expect him to be so sensual. So much so that he rolled over on me, moving his body over me, keeping his cock inside me still and curling into me, holding me tight as he kept kissing me. His leg moved up, ensuring his cock wasn’t going anywhere and moved his face into the crook of my neck. We caught our breaths, still attached cock to ass, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, stuck together.

When his head moved, his scruffy face scratched at mine as his lips tenderly kissed me. His eyes opened by mine, and that grin spread once again on his face.

“That was powerful.” He said so quietly I almost didn’t hear his words. I let my fingers run along the stubble, to his moustache, and then to his curly hair.

But before I could speak, his hands moved around me and his hips started to move again slowly. His cock was still thick inside me, and he smiled as he started to slowly pump my ass again.

My eyes widened as I hung on to his broad shoulders, pinned underneath him to my bed. I licked my lips, and felt my eyes closing. “Oh my god….” I started to say.

“Don’t move baby.” He whispered again, lightly kissing the side of my face. He held me tight, fucking me in his arms, his cock still feeling so huge in me. I clung to him, tasting his shoulder, biting down on his flesh and closed my eyes.

He felt so good. I felt so safe and secure that I managed to breath out, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He groaned and found my mouth again, kissing me, forcing that tongue into me, and giving me a taste of his saliva as his arms surrounded me. I moaned into him, letting him use me like this. Forget Officer Rhodes, forget Pedro. Forget everyone. As I hugged his body tighter I knew this was all I needed.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. I don’t know how many more times he called me baby. I don’t know how long it took until he was shaking another load into my ass. I was delirious by the time he was done. But I was still clinging to him, still hanging on to him, still hugging him tightly when he subsided.

And as his softening cock at last left me, his arms didn’t. His head remained on my chest, his hot breath panting on me. I felt my own heartbeat pounding against him as we stay glued to each other, until our pulse returned to normal. And all I could hear was the ticking of the clock from down the hall.

Greg’s big body wrapped in mine. My fingers lazily playing with the curls in his hair.

I shifted slightly, seeing his face look up at me with a small grin, his eyes half open as he rested his chin on me. I could see the bumps of his muscular smooth back over me, the curve of his calf muscle on the leg outside of the sheets by my foot. And when I smiled back at him I knew this was all I wanted. And I didn’t want him to leave.

After Andrew and Ryan leave, the guys ask me what happened in the bedroom. I tell them I think Andrew got into it at the end and that he might be bi or gay. 

But mainly D’Wayne regales them with what he says were the highlights — the butt plug and the rimming. 

As the conversation dies down, Grant says he has something to say. “I love all of you, and I don’t want any secrets. Reg, D and Matt know this. But Sebastian, I need to tell you something. I’ve come to terms with something I long felt — that I like guys. I tried to hide it, but I can’t any longer. Matt and I have been together a couple times, and he’s helped me realize that. I hope you can accept me like you accepted Matt.”

Of course, Sebastian already knew because I told him after my first encounter with Grant. He gets up from his chair, walks over to Grant and hugs him. “I know it took a lot of courage to admit that to yourself. I know it’s not easy, and football makes it even harder. I’m proud of you, Grant. We haven’t been friends long, but I’m here for you. Really.” 

Reggie sighs. “Yeah, all of us now know that Grant likes dick. Let’s not hang posters announcing this at our schools. I really don’t want to be in fights every day over him. And, my team needs him at wide receiver. We do have one more game this year — the championship game.”

“I said I’d be careful,” Grant replies. “Now, if you all could get out of here, I’d kind of like some quality time with Matt. That’s if he’d like to stay.”

Reggie, D’Wayne and Sebastian smile and say they’ll see us later. After showing them out, Grant takes a seat next to me on the sofa and rubs my leg. 

“You have me so horny,” he says. “It was driving me wild sitting out here listening to you have sex with someone else in my bedroom and picturing what was going on.”

He looks at me like he wants to kiss, but I say I have something we need to talk about. 

I tell him that when things started with him, it felt more like we were only fooling around. Then it seemed to evolve and that Thanksgiving felt more like a date. I remind him that I’m new to dating and that it’s been confusing to me so I thought I should tell him I’d gone on a couple other dates at the same time. 

Grant gives me a panicked look. “Are you dumping me?”

I tell him no. I say it happened by chance and that I don’t want to hurt anyone. I say I’m trying to figure it out. “After all, we never committed to going steady,” I say. 

Grant gives out a sad laugh. 

“I’ve used that line before, but it’s never been used on me,” he says. “Guys aren’t accustomed to hearing it.”

He asks who else I’ve dated, and I tell him about Shawn and our dates. I’m completely honest. “So tell me,” Grant says. “What are the things you like more about him? Is there something I’m doing wrong?”

I tell him he’s done nothing wrong. I ask him to think back to his first times with girls and to consider how even dating in general is new to me. I talk about my dates with Shawn. I do mention that Shawn seems more comfortable with himself and has shown a fun side. I tell him that Reggie storming in on us did freak me out and raised questions in my mind about the hetero-sports world around Grant. 

“I know you apologized, but what would dating be like? Would I need to expect more situations like that?”

Grant sighs and replies.

“You’re right. I initially saw us as just sex. Our first time was me experimenting as you know. But I’m trying to grow. I realize I should think of this as more than just some fun but like dating someone special. You and Shawn started with guys so maybe that makes the journey different. 

He continues: 

“Dates? Sure, I’ll go to movies or dinner or the arcade or a concert or things like that with you. If you asked that after our first time, I probably would have said no and told you I wouldn’t be comfortable with that. But I now see that as possible. I would like to do that. Don’t expect me to sing in the mall to you or jerk you off in the movie theater. I can’t chance that. But it seems like you also thought those were risky. 

“As for Reggie, he’s adjusting. And yeah, if another member of the team were to find out, I don’t know what would happen. There are a lot of hyper-macho types in a locker room. I play football and am going to college on a football scholarship. It’s part of who I am, and it’s not a place where anyone can know something like this. So what do you want to do? I really like you, Matt.”

I tell him that I’m not sure. I suggest I’d like to see both him and Shawn for at least a while. 

Grant runs his hand across my cheek. 

“I don’t want to lose what we’ve started, Matt,” he says. “Ugh. This feels like I’m in a competition. But you’re right. We aren’t committed to steady dating. And, frankly, I will need to go on dates with girls … whether I like it or not. 

He adds: 

“The quarterback is getting really freaked out about what he sees as my prolonged spell of not dating or hooking up. And, the winter formal is coming. I have to take someone. It’s expected of me. And that person has to be a girl. There are other school events after that … the senior prom particularly. I can’t take a girl to those dances and not agree to what you’re asking … no matter how much it sucks.”

We slowly kiss. 

Grant pauses, “Do you want to go to my bedroom? Hopefully you aren’t too spent from earlier. It’s my last chance before the state final. Remember that I try not to cum the week of a game … particularly this one. Ohh… A date! You could watch a practice this week and we can grab dinner afterwards. See I’m trying!”

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I say. “And me watching practice and going to dinner? I’d love to.”

Once we’re in the bedroom, Grant takes his shirt off, exposing his beautiful muscular chest. He then takes mine off. I lie down on the bed, and he climbs atop me. We kiss each other on the mouth and neck as I wrap my legs around his thighs and he grinds his crotch into mine.

“Is Shawn better in bed than I am?” Grant asks. 

I’m exasperated. “I’m not doing this, Grant. I’m not drawing up a scorecard. I love having sex with you. OK? Can you fuck me tonight? I’m kind of topped out from earlier and want to feel you inside me. I’ll fuck you all night long after the game Saturday.”

Grant twists one of my nipples. “Oh, we’re having sex after the game? Maybe I have a date with someone else.”

I moan at the attention to my nipple, but grimace at his digging comment. “I deserve that,” I say. “If you do have a date, I understand. But I’d love to be the one you celebrate with.”

Grant licks around each nipple before replying. “I’m teasing you. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else after the game.”

Grant then notices his necktie on the bed and the butt plug. “What’s one of my ties doing out and what is this?” Grant asks, taking hold of the black, rubber butt plug. I tell him that I used his necktie to tie Andrew to the bed, and then I explain what the butt plug is for. 

Grant gets a mischievous look on his face. “Sounds like Matt is going to be tied up while he’s fucked.” 

“I’m game for that,” I say. 

Grant grabs my wrists and uses the tie to restrain them to the bedpost behind my head just like I had done with Andrew. My head and shoulders are resting against a couple pillows stacked up so I have a good view of what’s going on. Grant is sitting atop my crotch and grinding himself into it. 

As Grant does that, he looks down at my now vulnerable body and says that he doesn’t remember us deciding how ticklish I am. “I’m not ticklish,” I announce even as I shift uncomfortably. 

“Really? I don’t believe you,” Grant says. He begins lightly brushing his fingers over my pits and down the sides of my chest. I shift a couple times and take a deep breath. “See! Not ticklish!” I say. 

“Hmmm,” Grant says. “No…. I think I found something.” He digs his fingers into my pits and runs them deeply around the area. 

“Fuck!” I scream as I arch and twist to avoid the assault. He keeps manipulating his fingers in my pits, switching between swift, light strokes and deep, slow rubbing. I burst out laughing and squirming. I’m soon letting out cries and screams.

“Please,” I manage to say. “Please, Grant. Stop. I can’t take it.” He smiles and instead buries his head in one pit and starts tonguing it. This switches me into overdrive in crying and screaming. I yank so hard to free my hands that I think I’m going to break his headboard, but it doesn’t give. He switches back and forth between pits showing me no mercy. 

I’m having trouble breathing because I’m laughing and groaning so hard amid the unrelenting attack. My chest is trying hard to suck in air. Grant is going from light twirls of his fingers and flicks of his tongue to a grinding of his thumbs and long laps with his tongue. I squirm and squirm and then I feel something in my groin respond. Oh God, I feel a warm wetness form at the tip of my dick in my underwear. I’m not cumming. I’m about to pee. 

“FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” I manage to yell. “Grrraaannnttt! Ssstttoooppp! I… I… I’m… go… going… to… to… ppp… pee.” 

With that, he stops. My chest is covered in sweat. It takes several minutes for me to catch my breath. Fortunately, he stopped before I peed.  

“Are you sure you aren’t ticklish, Matt?” Grant asks sarcastically. We spend several minutes kissing as I recover. I really want to caress him, but can’t with my hands tied. 

Grant stands up and removes the rest of his clothes, exposing his muscular legs, the V shape torso lines leading to his blond pubes and his rock hard cock. He takes my shoes and socks off, sits atop my lower legs and massages my cock through my jeans. Despite having cum repeatedly earlier during my revenge sex with Andrew, I am totally aroused. 

Grant runs his fingers down my treasure trail to the top of my jeans. He leans forward and kisses me on the lips, then the Adam’s apple, then the center of my chest. He then swirls his tongue around my navel and licks from there down my trial to the tip of my pants. 

He undoes my belt and then unbuttons and unzips my pants. He pulls them off and grabs my hard dick through the underwear. He notes the large wet spot I created when I almost peed from the tickling. 

“Matt, if you have bladder control problems, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Grant says. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“Shut up, Grant,” I snap back. 

He pulls off my underwear and slowly strokes me, rubbing my pre-cum into the skin of my head. He lifts my legs up, spreads them and rubs the head of the butt plug over my sphincter. “Hmmm. This will be interesting,” he says. “Want me to rim you first?”

My cock twitches at the thought. Grant was so good at rimming me the last time. It was unbelievable. “Yes! Please!” I say. 

Grant runs his full tongue repeatedly from the rear of my ass, over my hole and up to my balls. I let out a long moan, and large dollop of pre-cum falls onto my stomach. Grant switches and is making little circles around my asshole and quickly flicking at it with the tip of his tongue I raise my butt up, wanting more and more. He presses his tongue into my hole, loosening it. He then take his forefingers and spreads my hole slightly so he can lap more of his tongue against the sensitive entrance. 

I so want to run my hands through his blond hair. I tug at my restraints. He lubes the tip of the butt plug and asks if I’m ready. I nod, and he pushes it into me. 

“Ohhhh, God,” I moan as it presses through the sphincter and lodges into my cavity. Grant tugs at it a couple times, causing me to tremble and moan. 

“If you want to be really evil, pull it out and push it back in,” I say. He gives a mischievous smile and does that a couple times as I shout out “Fuck!”

“My dick is craving some attention, Matt,” Grant says. He positions himself astride my upper chest. I open my mouth and take in his 6 1/2-inch cock as he leans forward and braces himself with one hand against the wall behind the headboard and the other on the back of my head.

I take his whole cock in my mouth and hold with my lips tightly gripping its base, triggering my glands to coat it with saliva. Grant thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth. His nut sac, covered in a dusting of blond hair, bangs against my chin. 

“Fuck, yeah, Matt,” Grant cries out. “Suck my dick.”

He’s drilling my face. I like it. At the same time, I’m squeezing my ass repeatedly around the butt plug. Grant is panting and sweating. He stops and pulls his dick out of my mouth.

“You ready to fuck?” Grant asks me. 

“Oh, yeah,” I respond. “Fuck my ass, Grant.”

Grant lubes himself, slides between my legs, lifts them up and yanks the butt plug out, causing me to loudly gasp as it squeezes its way out of my asshole. 

The sudden void in me is immediately replaced by Grant’s dick. Grant is making slow, short thrusts in and out of me as he leans in and gently kisses my lips. Having my hands tied is really tormenting because I can’t touch him. But I like the vulnerability. I like being at Grant’s mercy. 

I wrap my legs around Grant’s waist and flex my sphincter, tightening it on Grant’s inward thrusts. He notices and begins longer strokes — pulling almost out and then slowly going inside me until I’m completely penetrated. I sigh. He kisses me deeper. 

Grant sits upright on his knees. He lubes my cock and strokes me lightly as he continues to fuck me. The light touch is agony — stimulating me but not enough to cause me to ejaculate. “Oh, God,” I moan. “Grant…”

My cock is leaking large amount of pre-cum when Grant suddenly stops the handjob. 

He grips my ankles and brings them together at the center of his chest. He leans over me and picks up the speed of his thrusts. He’s pounding himself into me. Like me, he’s been a quick learner in gay sex and has found how to hit my prostate perfectly. 

The headboard is banging behind me. The bed is squeaking. He’s picking up more speed. My toes are curling and flexing. We’ve maintained eye contact as he pants heavily and l let out wild moans. 

Grant pulls out and lets go of my ankles. He quickly jerks his dick and take aim at my face. I’m soon covered in his thick milk. “Fuck, Grant…” I manage to say. “That was intense.” He smiles. He begins stroking my cock as he licks his cum off my face and then shares it with me in a deep kiss. 

“We aren’t done yet,” Grant announces. He stops stroking my dick and takes it in his mouth. Grant is face-fucking himself on my dick. I arch up and shoot my load … the third of the night … down his throat. 

“Big load for someone who’s been fucking all night,” Grant says.

He unties my hands and allows me to wrestle us so I’m on top of him. I run my hands through his hair and we kiss. “That was a great end to the night, Grant,” I reply.

Grant runs a hand across my face. 

“You’re so incredible to be with, Matt,” Grant says. “I used to be angry a lot … like when I walked in to Taco Casa the first time. My life has been so fucked up and you’re such a rock. I love that you have had that affect on me.”

“Grant! Stop!” I say. “I’m a mess. How can you say that about me? I barely know who I am. If either of us is giving out credit, you have been helping me be more confident.”

We lie there for a while, joking and talking about little stuff. Grant isn’t all football and is actually quite funny. We finally dress, walk to his front door and kiss good night. I promise to see him at practice during the week as I leave, happy not only with the ending of the night but also in the fact that Andrew has been put in his place and that Grant was so understanding about the dating situation.

Two lads were sucking on my cock

They were only twenty two

But age had been no problem

As the lads knew what to do

I was in my sixties

Old enough to be their dad

But sucking on my stiff old cock

Showed skills the both lads had

Their mouths wanked up and down my shaft

They gobbled on my prick

I moaned and groaned with pleasure

As they sucked upon my dick

Their hands explored my hairy chest

They clutched my balls so tight

They wanted my spunk desperately

I’d not put up a fight

As they were sucking like two pros

Who knew what drew the cum

And I was merely lying there

Two fingers up my bum

My prostate worked my pre cum out

The lads sucked it with glee

They also finger fucked me

I was thinking ‘lucky me’

They licked the pre cum off my knob

Then wanked me with finesse

I was holding back my spunking

So my balls were in distress

“You lads suck cock so brilliantly”

I said between my moans

One said they’d sucked much younger men

But preferred to suck old bones

They edged me six or seven times

My prick was fit to pop

They stroked my prostate rapidly

I said to them “Don’t stop”

But I was on the edge again

My old cock begged to cum

Then one lad stopped his sucking

And stuck his cock right up my bum

I groaned with utter cock lust

As he fucked me to my core

He hadn’t lubed my hole at all

So my arse was pretty sore

But I just needed fucking

And he fucked me like a pro

The other lad still sucking me

Was keen to have a go

So they swapped and I was fucked again

Another cock to take

I may have been a little sore

But no protest did I make

And once they stuck both cocks in me

And wanked me till I creamed

I came with such velocity

More cum than I had dreamed

The lads both spunked inside me

They filled me to the brim

Their sperm was oozing from my hole

I couldn’t hold it in

We kissed to end the session

Our balls all drained of cum

And the lads said that old men were best

Old cocks second to none!