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One nice thing about work holiday parties is that unless there’s some emergency issue, the work pace slows down in the afternoon. Idle hands make idle thoughts, I said to myself as I pulled out my phone and texted my brother Dave.

“Hey D, how’s it going?”

Dave did freelance work, so I never knew if I was going to hear from him right away or in a couple of days when he got his head above water from a big project.

Turns out it was the former. “Hey. What’s up?”

I looked out the windowed wall of my office. A couple of the sales people were chatting and laughing on the other side of the glass. I turned my attention back to my phone, gathering my thoughts. “Office party day here. Have a little time before it. Was wondering if I could drop off my Christmas present to you.”

I saw the dots on his side of the text bubble, then the reply: “You saying what I think you’re saying?”

My dick swelled in my trousers. “If you’re cool with it, yeah,” I wrote. 

“God yeah,” Dave wrote. 

I smiled. In the past this could feel like an emotional landmine. It still kind of was, and I felt my heart pump a little faster. I was married and definitely shouldn’t be doing this. “I’ll try to duck out of the office around 4. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”

“I’ll be ready” came my brother’s reply. “You know where the key is.”

“Ok. Later.”

****

I figured I’d tell my coworkers I had to run some Christmas shopping errands before the party. Turns out I didn’t even need to tell anyone anything. At ten of 4, I was powering down and texting Dave that I was on my way.

Best thing about living in the Sun Belt is how mild and warm it can be in December. A couple of the Northerners I worked with complained about how it was tough to get in the holiday spirit when it was 70 degrees out, but I loved it. I walked out to the parking lot without a coat or a sweater, a spring in my step. I shouldn’t look forward to what was about to happen so much. 

Traffic sucked. But I still made it to Dave’s place by 4:30. I’m sure an enterprising burglar could figure out which flower pot had the key underneath. I’d only used it four times before. Once because Dave thought he forgot to turn off an appliance when he took an international trip. The other times…

The place was quiet now, which made my own steps on the hardwood seem loud and intrusive. I unbuttoned the top bottons of my dress shirt as I made my way back to his bedroom. My chub was firming up into a real fuck hardon now. Like a lot of men, I responded to the mental part of sex, the naughty thrill of getting off. Married life had pushed that to the back, which made me all the more excited to be doing this. Again. 

I’d told Dave six years ago that we had to put the kibosh on our thing. Then, when I relented, I did so only if we could make it clear it was just sex. This was the result. Me acting like some anon Grindr trick. 

And Dave ass up in his bed.  

Fuck, it was an incredible sight. Even if David Griffin wasn’t my brother, even if I didn’t feel off the incest taboo, he was 100 percent the type of man who matched my bisexual side. Youthful still at 29, real muscular with compact brawn from a religious gym routine, not too hairy. 

And that bubble ass. My brother was face down on his bed, in a still repose, his butt framed by a navy blue jock strap. He had nothing else on to hide that perfection. 

I kicked off my shoes and roughly pulled my shirt out of my trousers. Every time I saw Dave I felt a little shamed into getting back to the gym. But truth was, my little brother liked what I had going on: ex-hockey jock, now a corporate man getting his dad bod on at 34. I undid my belt and removed my trousers. I very much loved fucking my wife and we had a good sex life, though not as often as I craved. But something about brother sex had me rock hard in a different way. I let out a soft involuntary grunt as I slid my briefs off over my ragingly hard prick.

Dave shuffled in his position than turned his head back to get a look. He didn’t say anything but that grin when he saw my cock was worth a thousand words. He turned his head back forward and hiked that amazing ass up for me.

I ran my fingers along his knotted calves then knelt up onto the mattress to leverage my body on the bed. I gave soft kisses along his hamstrings, then one on each ass cheek, before gipping those buns and prying them apart. 

“UNNG!” Dave muttered the second my tongue made contact with his pucker. I suspected he shave his ass to keep it that smooth, but I knew he shaved his hole. The wrinkled skin was smooth and freshly cleaned, and I could even taste the shower dampness on him as I started licking him like a pussy. 

It had taken a lot of coaxing on my brother’s part to get me to do this the first time. Now I think I enjoyed it even more than him. The intensity of it, and the silky feel of his entrance against my prodding tongue. I rimmed him, then tongue fucked him, till he was bucking more, rubbing his spit-covered crack against my face. I gave him a light slap and gripped his buns more tightly while I jammed my oral muscle in more deeply. Yeah, we were working each other up pretty good. 

“Eat me out, Mark,” Dave gasped. “Eat my fucking hole.”

In the past we’d done an actual fake-anon scene, all silent, me coming in, unzipping, fucking, cumming, then zipping up and leaving. There was something wildly hot about that, but this was better. Maybe I put too many constraints on Dave’s sexual urges, his need for this. I decided not to now. 

“Yeah, bro?” I growled as I pulled back, my eyes fixed on his wet, dilating pucker. “You like when I rim you?”

“God yeah,” he hissed. 

I ran my fingers along his crack, lewdly, then caressingly. “You can go there if you want today… I’m up for it.”

I dove back in and started munching more. 

“Oh fuck,” Dave hissed. “My brother is so fucking good at this.”

I pulled back just long enough to grunt, “You like your big bro taking care of your hole.” Not really a question now.

“God, yeah, brother,” Dave replied as I went back to work, alternating long strokes and gentle licks in my rimming. “You’re so fucking good at taking care of my ass.” I could tell from his voice that he was very turned on by the incest talk, and I felt bad I’d held off on it. “Always are.”

“Hand me the lube,” I growled as I pulled back and gave his ass another slap. Maybe too hard, but Dave didn’t object. He was majorly turned on as he reached for the tube by his bed and tossed it back to me.

“Jesus, you’re fucking wild today, Mark,” D observed as I squirted some liquid out on my fingers then prodded right into his relaxed hole. 

There was no constriction. My little bro was majorly in heat. I pushed another finger in and twisted them around. “Call me a brother-fucker, D,” I begged.

He was nervous to, but the idea was too hot to resist. “You’re nothing but a brother-fucker, Mark.”

“Damn straight,” I hissed. “I want that hot brother ass.”

“Oh SHIT!” Dave gulped as I pressed deeper. 

“Is that your spot?” I leered.

“Yeah, I mean…. but fuck Mark, it’s your words more than anything,” Dave said. My little brother had a sexy voice, and it was a trip to hear it get needier. Urgent. 

I pushed in and out for another second then pulled out and got into a mounting position. 

“Tell me you want my incest cock, bro,” I grunted into his neck as I reached down and lined my dick up. 

“I want your incest brother-fucking cock, Mark,” came the immediate reply. Dave was beyond horny now. “Fucking please”

I pushed in. This was faster than any penetration we’d done before. I cared for Dave, and maybe because I couldn’t imagine taking a cock up my ass, I always was super careful. But my younger brother now responded excitedly to the quicker entry.

“Yessss…. Fuck!”

“I got you, little bro…. your big stud Mark is here to take care of you, buddy.” I don’t know where my sex talk came from. I certainly never got all porny with chicks. I just had a way of feeding off Dave and his energy. 

I pushed further in, watching and listening to see if I needed to hold back at any point. I didn’t. Dave’s body was warm and hard beneath mine, his rippled upperback now flush with my burly chest as I covered him tightly and bottomed out. I gave a soft kiss to his neck. 

“Hot fucking brother ass,” I muttered.

That got a deep belly growl from Dave. “Shit… you’re probably gonna get me to cum today, just like this.”

I pulled back my hips and then clenched my glutes. Driving hard and deep into Dave’s gut. “Like what?” I teased. I pulled back for another hard thrust. “Like this?” Another thrust. Then another.

“Oh…oooh… FUUUUCK Yeah!” Dave cried, deep from his diaphragm. “You hot incest stud.”

His words now fueled my power. I didn’t go fast, but I went hard, in metronome-regular fuck thrusts, each stab of my cock punctuating my words. “Say it, bro… say what I am… what you want me to be…”

He knew what I wanted to hear. The magic words. “Brotherfucker…. my big bro Mark is a goddamn brotherfucker…. “

My hips were now a blur. I could never last long inside Dave, but today was gonna be an especially quick one.

On Dave’s end too. That urgent lust was giving way to something else. “God, keep fucking me, Mark…. I’m gonna cum… you’re gonna get me to cum brother…. ” His arms and hands were folded beneath his chest and Dave still wore that jockstrap constraining his cock, so if true this was gonna be hands-free for him.

The idea excited me and I went into overdrive. My hard pounding hips now working his hole faster, my hands pawing at his thick triceps, and my mouth licking and kissing whatever part of his neck I could reach. “Goddamn,” I grunted. I was getting close, too, and Dave could tell.

“Brotherfucker,” he repeated. “Brotherfucker.” Maybe that word would lose its power at some point, but now it was gonna get us both across the finish line. 

It was my and Dave’s first simultaneous O. Me unleashing a heavy three-day load deep into his guts, him feeling the intensity of a no-hands, prostate-driven ejaculation into the pouch of his strap. Each of our cums lasted longer than normal, and we rode out the afterglow as I slowly pumped in and out before it was finally time to withdraw.

“Damn…” Dave finally said, turning on his side to face me. His face was flush red and he looked exhausted but very content.

“Merry fucking Christmas, bro,” I laughed. I’d gotten out of control just now but I was glad I did. 

Dave flashed a grin. “Jesus Christ, Mark, you know how to put the surprise into a surprise gift.”

I shrugged. “It’s been a while.” A thought occurred to me and I felt selfish for not even thinking of it. I had no idea if Dave had a boyfriend or anything. I mean, I figured the family would know if there was someone serious in his life. I ran my fingers along his built chest. “I hold back with you too much.”

This was a raw nerve with Dave normally, but he put on his best poker face and answered gamely, “You’re married, Mark. I wanna respect that, you know.”

I scooted up to him. Men’s bodies were so different than women’s and at that moment I relished Dave’s hardness and sweatiness and the smell of cum in the room. “Come ‘ere,” I growled and pulled my brother into a kiss. 

It wasn’t our first kiss but it was our first in a LONG time. Dave fucking melted into it, gingerly holding my waist as our tongues battled. 

Still, his rational side hadn’t left. “You sure?” he asked as we parted, chests bumping, cocks pressed against one another. I was still hard and Dave was close. 

“Sure I’m sure,” I said. “We can figure the implications out later, bro, but I like this part too… I felt I had to let you know.”

Dave nodded. He was afraid to go all in. I couldn’t blame him. Because I couldn’t give him 100 percent. I just knew I could give him more than I had the last couple of years. A lot more, if he was open to it. 

“What time is your party?” he asked. At first I think he was being possessive, but I realized that he was looking out for me.

“Six,” I said. 

“Traffic sucks at rush hour,” he replied.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, remembering my drive over. “Fuck, I gotta get going.”

“You should,” my brother said. 

We kissed once more, softly, then Dave pulled back and patted my hip. I slid out of the bed and made my way to rinse off before getting dressed again. I looked normal, like I just hadn’t had an incest quickie with my younger brother. I was glad that Dave didn’t get dressed. He looked amazing in just his jock strap, that pouch now soaked wet around his softened genitals. Dave was handsome as much as cute. Maybe he was starting to look like a dude entering his 30s soon, and I realized I enjoyed that, too.

I tucked my shirt in and fastened my trousers, rebuckling my belt. “I’ll find some time again, Dave,” I said. “Soon.”

He nodded. “If it works for you,” he replied. “I want that.” We’d see each other at our parents’ house on Christmas, but we couldn’t fool around there and even if we somehow had the chance, Dave knew I wouldn’t enjoy that.

I stepped up to him and nudged his chin. “Thank you for my Christmas present, brother.”

Dave winked. God, my little brother would be a total catch when and if he ever settled down. It was a weird thought to have, I suppose, but it was true. 

“Glad you liked it, Mark,” he said. Then dropping his voice to a whisper, he added, “Brotherfucker.”

I reached down and pawed my crotch. It probably looked crude and silly but I really did need to rearrange my junk. I gave him a wink, too. “All right, later, bro.”

I made it to the holiday party more or less on time. It took me a good hour to get my mind off what had just happened. I knew Dave and I had crossed some boundaries that day, but I had a hard time getting worked up about it. It just felt right. 

Eventually, I got engrossed in conversation. I didn’t drink much, but it was an OK party. Good food, and the exec who was my boss was not as hard-nosed as normal. 

Still, I kept thinking of Dave. I pulled out my phone and texted him. “Merry Christmas, Brother.”

“Merry Christmas, BF,” came his quick reply.

I smirked and slid my phone back into my trousers.

I’m lying in bed imagining what it would be like if you were here with me right now. I’d wake up in your arms, feeling your strength and warmth engulf me. I can imagine us side by side, your arm draped over my stomach, pulling me into your torso. One of my legs entangled with yours, so we’re tied together from bottom to top. 

I’ve woken up before you. I can tell by your soft, shaky breaths on the back of my neck that you’re still in a dream. Only a few moments later, when I feel your boner pulse against my ass cheeks, do I realize that your dream may contain some pleasurable things. The thought was arousing enough to make me catch your massive case of morning wood. 

I scooch so my butt is pressed up against your crotch, and I can feel your hard-on throbbing between our warm bodies. I feel your arm around me slightly tighten as your hips begin to grind your pelvis over my ass. Your breathing starts to turn into soft moans, bringing out my own soft purr. I turn around to face you, and our noses brush as the other side of my face connects with the pillow. Your eyes open to the sight of mine watching back, and you smile. 

I slide my hand down your bare chest and defined abs into your happy trail and over your underwear to grab your hard dick. I smirk at you and raise my eyebrows mockingly. You laugh and tell me you’ll need help taking care of that. I move forward and kiss your lips and smile before pushing you onto your back and moving on top of you. I lean down and kiss the right of your neck. Gentle pecks turn into sensual marks that make their way from your neck to your collarbone. 

I slide my tongue across your chest and onto your right nipple. I start to lightly swirl my tongue around the tip and feel it begin to harden. I move my tongue a little faster to feel the toughness. I put my soft lips around your nipple and suck, causing your head to fall back into the pillow and a moan to come out of your mouth. I kiss across your chest to your left nipple and begin the same tease from before. 

As I continue playing with your nipples with my tongue, I start to rub your boner through your briefs with the palm of my hand. You continue to moan as your dick pushes against my hand. Eventually, I start to kiss down and around your abdomen, and as I do, I use both of my hands to pull your briefs down and off your legs. Your boner pops out onto the top of my chest, where I can feel precum dripping onto me. 

I kiss all around your pelvis, up your thighs, and by your tight balls. I start to kiss up your shaft, slowly making my way to the head of your penis. I stick my tongue out to collect the precum oozing out the hole. I lift your dick and begin to lick it from the balls to the slit slowly. After I repeat this a few times, I focus more on the head. Slowly wrapping my wet lips around it and using my tongue to glide over the tip. I can feel the sensual pulses make their way from your shaft to the rest of your body.  

I hold onto your dick as I swirl my mouth around the top. I slowly start making my way down, taking my time to get every inch of your dick wet. I push your dick all the way down the back of my throat and hear you let out a gasp of pleasure. I relax my throat so I can move up and down your dick in a steady rhythm. Every few strokes, I move my lips and tongue around the top before eventually pushing all the way down so my nose is in your manscaped pubic hair. 

I continue to blow your hard cock as I move my hand up to tease your sensitive nipples. I hear you moan with pleasure as I pick up my pace but keep moving from the base to the head with every motion. I can feel your hips start to push up and down, matching my mouth’s cadence. You place your hand on top of my head and guide me at your own control. Gently pushing my wet, warm mouth up and down, and sometimes holding my head there for you to fuck my throat. 

After a few minutes of moaning, “Good boy”s, and passionate oral work, you guide my head up and bring my mouth to yours. We kiss, gently holding onto each other’s lips for as long as possible before falling away just to reconnect them again. As we kiss, you transition me onto my back with you over me. I can feel your hand holding the arch of my back, bringing me closer to you. 

You pull your lips away from mine and look at me to say, “Your turn,” then flip me over with ease so that I’m lying on my stomach, ass facing you. For a few seconds, you just look down at me and stare at the line revealing my spine down my back and into the crack leading to the shaved hole of my bubble butt. You then lean down and kiss the back of my neck before licking all the way down my spine and into my round cheeks. 

I feel your face pull up to get a close-up view of my toned ass. You smack it and watch the cheeks jiggle. I feel your face get closer, and you playfully start biting my ass. You firmly grasp my cheeks and pull them apart to expose my pink hole. I feel you slide your tongue over the tight hole, and my ass squeezes from the pleasure. 

You continue to eat me out as you have both of your hands spread out over my butt cheeks. I feel as you start to poke your tongue into my hole, never taking your mouth away. The feeling of your tongue repeatedly stimulating my hole sends warm, relaxing waves across my body that erupt from my mouth in gentle moans. Your strong grip on my ass tells me, for this moment, I’m yours. I feel your face push into my hole deeper, and my hips start to arch up to accentuate the feeling. 

Your right-hand smacks my ass which causes a surprised moan. You continue periodically smacking my ass, and every time I gasp, I can feel the smile on your lips as you’re eating me out. One of your hands reaches around me and wraps around my hard dick. As you start to jerk me off while sensually kissing my tight hole, I can’t help but let my body sink into the bed. With my face smushed into the messed up covers, you use your arm to lift my hips back up so I’m face down, ass up. 

You spit onto my hole, and I feel it splatter and drip down my crack to my taint. You begin teasing my hole with your finger, and I can feel it tighten and loosen as it pulses in anticipation. I feel you start to kiss my ass as you begin to push the first finger in. I let out a little moan when I feel you push through into my anus. You start to push your finger in and out, slowly massaging the tunnel of my hole. 

After a few minutes, my hole is relaxed, and you begin to pick up your fingering pace. You stick a second finger in and start to finger me faster, continuing to speed up with the increase in my moans. I feel your fingers pounding into my hole and feel a warm sensation spreading through my anus that causes me to groan in pleasure. You take your fingers out and flip me over while simultaneously lifting my legs so they’re around your head, resting on your shoulders. You lean down, and we start to kiss, sloppily locking lips in the heat of the moment. 

You wrap your arms around my body and lean back so that you’re sitting up, and I’m sitting on your lap, chest to chest, face to face. We continue to kiss, and I feel you bite and hold onto my lower lip as we grind our bodies together. I feel your arms start to let go from around my lower back, so I wrap my arms around your neck to keep me up. As we continue to make out, your right-hand reaches in between us and starts to rub my dick. Slowly I feel your hand slide down my shaft, over my balls, and into the warmth of my anus. 

I moan into your mouth when you start using your two fingers to finger me again. I can feel you bend your fingers and push toward my balls, making my prostate throb. Once you find my sweet spot, you don’t let up and continue to rub your fingers along it with increased pressure. The sensation inhibits my entire body, and my head falls onto your shoulders, and all I can do is let out my sounds of gratification. As you continue massaging my prostate, I whisper into your ear that I need you inside of me. 

You immediately push my back onto the bed and lift my legs into the air like before. I watch you spit onto your cock and rub it around to lube it up. You tease my hole with your tip, and I can feel my anus clench and unclench over your mushroom head. I feel you finally start to push in, and I take a deep breath in to relax my hole and allow your dick to go all the way in. I get my wish and let out a big moan that turns into a smile as we put our heads together and breathe into each other, feeling your hard dick in my ass. 

You begin pumping in and out,  and my tight hole clenches over your cock, massaging it with every thrust. After a few minutes of slow movements, all the way in and all the way out, your pace starts to quicken. As you begin to speed up, the feeling of your cock repeatedly pounding my hole intensifies and causes my toes to curl. You lean your head down and kiss my neck as you continue to fuck my hole. After a few minutes of intense fucking you start to slow down and really focus on deep thrusts. 

I tell you to lay on your back so I can ride you, and you obey. You rest your head on the pillow and extend the rest of your body out as I move to crouch over your pelvis. I use one of my hands to guide your pulsing cock into my hole. After the head of your cock enters, I spread my ass cheeks and slowly slide my anus down your stiff cock. I can feel the tightness move down your shaft, which causes you to let out a soft moan. 

Eventually, my ass is all the way down on your pelvis, and we both sit there feeling your boner completely inside me. I start to jerk off my cock, which makes my hole tighten and squeeze around your shaft. I slowly start moving up and down, making sure to go all the way to the tip and then all the way back down to your balls. I make sure to clench my ass periodically to tighten its grip around your cock. As my hole starts to relax, I put my hands on your chest to stabilize myself so that I can bounce up and down on your cock quicker. 

As I go up and down, my dick starts to hit your stomach and leave drops of leaking pre-cum. When you feel me start to slow down, you grab onto my ass with both of your hands and begin to fuck me hard. Your pelvic region continues to slam into my ass with every deep pump. You pull my body up and off your dick and then move me so you’re behind me. I get on my hands and knees and feel you bring my ass closer to you. Before sticking your cock in, you start to slap it across my ass and then push my head into the covers to arch my back. 

It doesn’t take long before your fucking the shit out of me. I can tell you’re not holding anything back anymore as you fuck me harder and harder. I feel your dick start to slam into my prostate, which makes me moan loudly. After feeling where my prostate is, you continue to fuck me at that angle harder and faster, not stopping for anything. You grab both of my hands and hold them behind my back as you pull my body into each thrust. You start to slap my ass as you pump in and out. 

I lose control of my body as you continue fucking my prostate, and after several minutes of extreme pleasure, I feel an intense eruption enveloping my body. I tell you that you’re going to make me cum through gasps and moans, which only makes you start fucking me faster. The feeling continues to spread through my entire body, and all I can do is lay there with my jaw open, releasing sounds only a good fuck could produce. 

You grab onto my dick and start to jerk me off as you continue to fuck me. After a few more powerful thrusts, I feel my cock start to explode cum. I can feel you continue to pump your dick in and out of my pulsing hole as I’m orgasming, which makes my cock keep shooting more ropes of cum. You push my body down so I’m laying flat on my stomach, and then you get on top of me and stick your dick into my squeezed ass. 

Your body presses into mine as you fuck my hole, and you put your mouth to my ear so I can hear your moans of pleasure. You tell me you’re close and for me to squeeze my hole around your cock. You make me beg for your cum and fuck me harder and harder with the rise of your orgasm. You tell me you’re cumming, and I feel you push your dick all the way into my hole, where I can feel it pulse, shooting cum up my ass. You pump four more rounds into me before collapsing on top of me. 

Your arms wrap under mine, bringing our bodies as close as possible as you slowly pump your sensitive penis in me. You kiss the back of my neck as you lift yourself from on top of me. You let out a gasp when the tip of your penis slides out from my tight hole covered in cum. You get up from the bed and slap my ass before telling me to get in the shower for round two. And that’s exactly what I do.  

Finding Myself

I didn’t remember driving home from Thomas’s house after our first meeting last week. Not seeing the road, the short drive on the highway, my exit, nor any of the half dozen or so small strip malls that I had to pass along the way. My memory starts with me sitting in my driveway staring straight ahead with both hands resting on the wheel as if I’m a 16 year-old just learning to drive. Not surprisingly maybe, but my mind was more filled with Thomas’s words than the feelings and images of the incredible, but confusing time we had just spent together.

“You’re a natural at this, this is where you belong.”

“Sometimes old beliefs block the truth about ourselves.”

“That mouth and that ass are meant for men like me. Me and my big cock will give you purpose, we will complete you.”

I heard those words over and over again as I sat in my Nissan staring ahead at my front door. I’m not sure how long I sat there as those thoughts filled my mind. Thomas’s thoughts and then my own thoughts, my own fears, and maybe even my own truths.

What happened? Am I gay? Am I a bisexual? Meant for men? Am I meant for men’s pleasure… real men? I could have said, `no’ to him or walked out. But I didn’t. I did as I was told. I sucked that man’s dick! He fucked me! But he made me! I had to! I was drunk! My thoughts of denial came fast and loud and gave me only an instant of escape. My eyes darted from left to right searching for answers, searching for an understanding of what happened and who I really was.

Those thoughts quickly disappeared into the mist of the confusion in my head. Then I sat in frozen silence. It wasn’t about what had happened. It was about what was happening. Hearing Thomas tell me I was a `good boy’ had filled me up as much as his cock did. It was more than I could figure out at the time, but I knew something had changed or maybe the truth was actually coming out.

The following week at work I was in a fog. I saw Chris a couple times across the office, but I tried to keep my distance from him and he made no effort to even notice me, much less approach me. At home, I was distant, aloof from my girlfriend Alexis. I barely touched her and she seemed fine with that. Maybe it was her work which always kept her busy. Maybe, I the moment, didn’t care.

When the day approached that I was to go back to Thomas’s I was filled with anxiety and fear. “I can’t keep doing this.” “I’m not going back.” “I am straight, that was a one time thing, a mistake.” These thoughts were loud, but the thoughts of me being a natural bottom boy had been the persistent one all week. I was surely a beta, there was no doubt about that. I never took a stand, took charge or anything in the like. I always went along with, followed, tried to get others to like me and sometimes tried too hard.

I ignored or tried to ignore the nagging pull to go back to Thomas. I can’t just not show up I thought, that wouldn’t be right. I’ll at least have to call him and tell him, `I’m sorry’ that I can’t continue on with this. But to be honest, I just wasn’t able to completely shut the door on this. Looking back, I knew I was hoping he’d somehow talk me into coming over. After the work day had ended I found myself sitting in my car in the office parking lot staring at my phone. Thomas would be expecting me in the next hour. I dialed his number hearing it go through the car’s bluetooth.

Thomas answered on the second ring. For a moment, my heart stopped. “Ray, you didn’t need to call me. I told you to be here so I was expecting you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes staring at the phone watching the call time slowly move, the phone’s display of `Thomas’ above his number.

“Ray,” Thomas again started, his voice soft, but firm. 

“Uh, oh, hi Thomas,” my tone a little too happy for a grown man as I tried to act nice, hoping he’d `like’ me. “Ya, I, uhm today, its a, its not gonna work. I,” I stammered before Thomas sharply interrupted me.

“Ray. Stop it. Are you listening?” I sat quietly, my heart racing as I stared at my phone. “Enough. Be at my house in 30 minutes. No excuses, no bullshit. You can’t run from this. You can’t run from yourself or who and what you are. I’ll see you in a half an hour,” Thomas said with a hint of irritation in his voice before hanging up without waiting for my reply.

My body tingled with fear and excitement. Without another thought I put my car in drive and drove to Thomas’s home. Thinking only slowed me down.

I knocked on the door. “It’s open, come in,” Thomas called from inside.

I opened the door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. Thomas walked out from the hallway in a robe synched at his waist wearing the same leather beach sandals he had on as before. “Oh uh, hi. Uhm, sorry about,” I mumbled weakly. Thomas again interrupted me.

“I understand Ray. You’re fearful. But this is where you belong, under the direction of a man like me. Doing for him as he needs, but fulfilling your own innate needs in the process. You’ve been thinking about this and you know there is at least some validity to it,” Thomas’s voice lighter now than it was on the phone. “I’ll be in the living room,” he motioned down the hall. “Go pour us a couple of drinks. There’s a bottle and glasses on the bar,” Thomas instructed before turning and walking away. I hesitantly walked to the bar off of his foyer, dropped some ice from the bucket into the two heavy whiskey glasses, picked up the bottle and poured it over the cubes. In the moment it was so surreal. What am I doing? What am I doing! I need to stop thinking. I then walked to where Thomas had motioned earlier to bring him his drink.

When I entered the room, Thomas was sitting on a leather couch. I handed him his drink to which he rested on a wood coaster upon the coffee table. “Sit for a moment Ray,” he said. I chose a chair across from him.

“When you come here you are coming to take care of what I want. You’re coming to do what you were born to do. I know Ray that you’ve been thinking about this all week. Questioning things, suppressing things, denying things, but knowing, KNOWING this is where you belong right now. I showed you exactly who you are last week and although it scares you, you liked it, and needed it. It’s just who you are.”

I sat motionless, my drink still in my hand. Thomas stood up stepped towards me, standing over me as I sat. He opened his robe. His beautiful cock was right in front of me. I was staring, my world stopped. Thomas reached down and took the drink from my hand. “Take my cock like a good boy,” he said. 

I looked up at him briefly. He nodded at me. My gaze then fell back to his hanging cock. It was much bigger than mine. I reached out with my left hand and lightly grabbed this beautiful, thick, flaccid cock and began slowly stroking it. My right hand rested on Thomas’s leg. I stared as I slowly pulled on his dick, stroking him as he stood lording over me. I looked up at him, feeling like a child. “Good boy, Ray. Good boy, take care of Daddy and his cock.”

Hearing this, I leaned in and took Thomas’s cock into my mouth. My eyes closing as I tasted him, his semi-hard, but spongy cock resting on my tongue. Thomas placed his hand on my head softly. It was as if time had slowed to a crawl. I was savoring this strong, Alpha man’s dick, slowly sucking, loving, wanting all of his cock. Nothing had ever felt better in my mouth. I was unaware of the pre-cum slowly coming from my own smaller flaccid dick. “Good boy, Ray,” Thomas said as he lifted me up to standing.

He grabbed my head, pulled me close and kissed me slow and deep. His tongue pushing into my mouth. I can’t explain exactly how it felt, but it was as if he was this strong worldly, all knowing man and I was the small, petite teenage girl just learning of the pleasure of her sexuality. Kissing him was one of the sexiest, most passionate things I had ever done. His right hand lowered as we kissed and he grabbed my ass hard before pushing his fingers hard into my asshole against my jeans. That feeling of being wanted again. It filled me with warmth. This man wanted me and it somehow meant everything to me.

After a moment, Thomas pulled back. He reached down and pushed his hands into the front of my jeans and underwear and grabbed my dick. He smiled as he pulled his hand out revealing the shiny glaze on his fingers. “What’s this?,” he asked not wanting an answer. He raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted it with his tongue. “Boy cum?” He smiled again. “Follow me Ray,” he said as he turned and walked back towards the front door.

He motioned to a small bench in the foyer just to the left of his doorway. “Ray, when you come into my house, you are to take off your clothes and place them here. Folded and neat.” He looked back at me to see if I understood.

I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

“Well?,” he replied. “Take off your clothes. I am showing you how things are to be done when you’re here.”

I shook myself out of the trance I was seemingly in and took off my clothes awkwardly as Thomas stood there watching. I placed my shoes together at the foot of the bench, one sock in each. I neatly folded each item into a small, tidy pile. I felt so, well naked. Not just clothes wise, but soul wise as well. I flashed to being that kid scared to change in the middle school locker room amongst the Alpha boys. All the while, Thomas stood there, his robe open, his magnificent cock heavily dangling without an ounce of bashfulness or hesitation. And he wanted me. Me.

I was almost hunched, nervous, embarrassed. Thomas looked me up and down and smiled. “Follow me,” he said matter of factly as he walked back down the hallway past the living room to a bathroom with a large shower. “After you get undressed, you will come and shower here.” Thomas reached into the shower and turned on the water. I stood watching. He waited a moment and felt the water. “Get in.”

I looked back to the hallway briefly and paused a moment to think before deciding to step in, water running down my chest. Thomas continued, “I want you to clean yourself completely. That boy pussy of yours too,” he said. I must have looked lost.

“Clean yourself out with this.” He grabbed what looked like a stainless steel dildo with holes at one end and a hose at its base which connected to the shower head. It was some sort of shower enema. I looked down at the industrial looking drain on the floor. “You’ll come in here and clean yourself for me. Do it now. I’ll be in the living room,” he said as he turned before calling back. “Make sure you leave this place clean as well.” 

It was all so surreal. What was I doing here? This man, this real, amazing, good looking man, wanted me here? I stopped thinking and just showered myself. I took the metal cylinder and with soap lather in my hand rubbed it up and down the shaft. I turned the small knob at the base of the tube and water shot out of the end. I bent over and forced it into my ass. It hurt and was completely uncomfortable, but I did as told. I must do this for him. I allowed the water to fill my insides before letting it burst out cleaner and cleaner each time. 

When I finished cleaning myself and tidying up the bathroom leaving it cleaner than when I arrived, I walked slowly and nervously down the hall. Thomas was sitting on the couch, his robe still open enjoying his drink. “Come here Ray. Let me see you boy.”

I walked over like a scared child facing his school principal. “Ok. Turn around.” I slowly turned making a complete circle, Thomas watching intently. “Now face away from me, show me your ass.” I turned my body and looked back at Thomas over my shoulder. “Ok, back up, come closer, spread your ass for Daddy.” I again hesitated a moment, but then stepped back and pulled my ass cheeks wide. Thomas reached out and grabbed my ass with his left hand and inspected my asshole. Then he put a finger in his mouth and wet it. He pulled me closer, leaned in, and then pushed his finger inside of me. I squealed, almost feminine, childlike. The pain mixing with the pleasure.

“Good, good. When I see you next Ray I want this hair back here removed. Keep this asshole lotioned and clean. Understand?,” he asked.

“I, Thomas I,” I mumbled before he interrupted me. “Daddy, you’ll call me Daddy or Sir. Got it?,” he said this more like a statement than a question not wanting to hear whatever excuses I had to say.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, my eyes falling to the floor.

“You can trim the hair over your dick, but keep it short. That asshole is to be hairless and lotioned at all times.” I nodded. 

He released me and picked up his drink and took a sip. “Now suck Daddy’s cock.”

I turned and knelt in front of the couch between Thomas’s legs while he sipped his drink. “Boy, take Daddy’s cock with your mouth. Not your hands.”

I had gone too far now to look back. I was so nervous, but I wanted so much to please him. I wanted him to validate me. I would try to earn this through my obedience, my mouth and my ass, and he would make me better. Through his cock I would be fulfilled, completed.

I looked down at his big cock, leaned in and lowered my chin scooping his beautiful, wonderful cock into my mouth almost filling it. I loved the feel, the taste. My head slowly bobbed back and forth, his cock gliding between my wet lips slowly growing, and becoming harder. I licked and sucked his cockhead.

“Good boy,” Thomas said, “Cup Daddy’s balls, you can use your hands now.” I lovingly cupped his swollen balls, licked his shaft down to his testicles and licked and sucked them. I was not experienced so I just did what I’d seen in pornos or what I thought would feel good, what kind of came naturally. I wanted him to think I was a good cocksucker. This was a though that wouldn’t have crossed my mind two weeks ago, but now it was a goal.

I was now joyfully sucking his hard cock, up and down, emotion bubbling inside of me. The sexual excitement, with his steel erection and grunts of pleasure proof to me that I was making him feel good, that he enjoyed me, liked me, valued me.

Thomas reached down grabbed my head from both sides and slowly pulled me deeper onto his hard cock. I began to gag, tears filling my eyes. I thrust my hands out onto his legs and pushed backwards fighting to get off of him and to breathe.

Thomas stopped pulling me downward, but he held me tight, my nose maybe two inches from his stomach. “Ray, breathe, breathe through you nose. Do it. You will learn to take all of Daddy’s cock. Breathe,” Thomas instructed.

I was gagging, still fighting, snot beginning to run down my nose. Thomas didn’t relent holding me strong and steady.

“Relax boy, get all Daddy’s cock down your throat.” I was able to slow my breathing down and stop gagging and I relaxed my grip on Thomas’s legs. Thomas slowly pulled me down until my nose was pressed to his lower stomach, his cock half way down my throat. He exhaled deeply.

He held me there for a moment before releasing me. I pulled back hard and quick, pushing away from Thomas, my eyes wide, gasping for breath. Thomas stood up quickly. He put a hand on my shoulder, “let’s go,” he said walking down the hall and toward the door at the end. I followed him trying to regain my breath and my composure. As he swung the door open I recognized the room as his massage area where we had began this journey last week.

As I entered, Thomas was standing at the wall by what I had previously thought was a chin up bar, but could now see it was a bit low for that. It was maybe six or so feet from the ground and it protruded maybe three, three and a half feet from the wall. “Come here, boy,” Thomas said, a low anger in his voice. “Put both your hands on the bar. Face the wall.”

I was confused, my head not exactly straight from choking a minute before. “Thomas… Sir, Daddy, what, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Ray, you don’t fight me. You have to trust Daddy. Now c’mon, put your hands on the bar,” Thomas replied. As he spoke he pulled two like handcuffs from a counter top. I nervously reached up and grabbed the bar with both hands. Thomas walked behind me and locked my wrists to the bar. I was now facing the wall, a couple feet from it, with both hands cuffed to the bar which was slightly above my head.

“Daddy, please don’t hit me, don’t, I’m sorry,” I said nervously.

“When you act out, your ass is gonna be painted red,” he replied and then slapped my ass hard with his bare hand. Whap! Whap!

I cried out. “Ray, be a good boy and take your punishment,” Thomas said almost encouragingly. Whap! Whap! I gritted my teeth and tried to stay as quiet as I could only allowing myself a small whimper. The pain stinging across my backside.

Without another word, Thomas knelt down behind me, reached around to my front, grabbed me by my hips and pulled my ass back to his face. I went from pain to ecstasy in an instant. Thomas pushed his face into my ass, sucking and lapping at my asshole. My head fell back and I fell limp almost hanging from the cuffs, resting on the balls of my feet. His tongue electric to my hole.

As Thomas deep tongued my asshole, I rocked back trying to get more of it inside me rocking and writhing with the intense pleasure. Thomas reached a hand around and began stroking my cock which became hard instantly. I could feel my orgasm boiling inside of me and Thomas must have as well.

He instantly stood up grabbed my hips and thrust his big, hard cock deep into my ass. I screamed and pain shot through me, a terrible pain causing me to rock forward violently to try and escape it. Thomas wrapped one arm low around my waist the other higher around my chest, and pulled me in tight. His cock fully inside of me, his hips pressed against my ass.

“UH, UH, UHHH,” I strained to control both the pain and my breath. Thomas held me tight from behind, lasciviously licking my neck and ears, enjoying my ass and my fight.

“Boy, needs to remember that THIS is about what Daddy needs, not boy. That boy might get pleasure from it is besides the point,” Thomas whispered. My hole seemed stretched to its limits and I was in pain, but I understood what he said and would come to know it as the law in months ahead.

Thomas then began to slowly fuck my captive ass. Our torsos wrapped tightly together as he began to rock his hips, his cock slowly gliding in and out of me. My body was now able to relax as the pain subsided and turned to pleasure. My smaller dick now limp from the earlier pain drooped as Thomas slowly pushed his wonderful cock up into me again and again. Receiving pleasure from both his penetration and from the feel of his skin on mine as he pressed into me. It felt as if he was making love to me. “This must be how it feels for a woman,” I thought, but the power of pussy was not in me, but in this Alpha’s cock, his being. I was just the outlet for his needs. And at this moment, I was grateful for it.

The sound of Thomas’s heavy breathing by my ear turned me on even more, but it did not give me more than a soft semi-erection. As Thomas’s breathing and pleasure increased he reached under both my arms locking my shoulders into the crook of his arms, his hands now holding me from behind my neck like in a full Nelson. The pumping of his hips, of his rock hard cock began to increase faster and harder. Thomas held me tight as the sexual frenzy intensified, I craned my neck back and leaned to kiss Thomas deeply, passionately, our tongues thrashing.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thomas slammed into my ass faster and faster, harder and harder. I let out a loud sharp cry as the pain and pleasure mixed and intertwined. Learning the pain will bring the pleasure. It became an intoxicating mix I would come to need.

“Aaahhhhhhh!,” Thomas grunted as his cock exploded in my broiling ass. I felt the warm liquid torrent fill my insides, cum spilling out as he continued to thrust in an attempt to keep his sexual high. As Thomas’s pace lessened an enveloping warmth filled my being knowing that I had been chosen for this role. My drooping dick then shot its load onto the floor.

“Good boy,” Thomas said softly, catching his breath.

I hung from the bar exhausted with a tired smile on my face and Thomas’s cum slowly running down backside. I better understood what Thomas had said about me, about who and what I was. This relationship, this real inner part of me wasn’t about me or my dick as past relationships may have been. In fact, my dick wasn’t really even needed in this equation at all and it would remain soft through most of my encounters with Thomas. This was about me revealing my true self – not a man, but a submissive bottom boy for real, Alpha men. And for that I was grateful.

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**Appreciated the kind words from everyone regarding the first story. I have added some of my own truths and experience with my own Daddy to this story, hope everyone enjoys this as well. – love to hear your comments at [email protected].  Thank you.

Oliver was stirring around in the kitchen, putting away dishes from the dishwasher then wiping down the counters. It was a necessary task and it helped kill time. Another glance at his watch seeing Tyler wasn’t due to arrive for twenty minutes.

He felt obsessed by the guy. For the last week, all he could think about when not focused on work or some tasks was Tyler. The tall lanky body hovering over him fucking his ass. The feel of lips on his neck and cock roughly fucking him while in the shower. Sitting on the sofa naked, cock hard and he sucking it until out of breath and swallowing cum. For four days Tyler came to his house where they fucked to the point of utter exhaustion. Then Tyler said it would be three days before he came back and last night came the instructions for his visit. Oliver didn’t question it for all he could think about was how it aroused him to do so. It seemed his cock stayed half hard since reading the text message.

Kitchen spotless and Tyler finally due to arrive, Oliver went to his bedroom and stripped. He looked in the mirror at his muscular body and cock hanging heavily over his sac and he felt it, his masculinity, his sex. He tugged on his cock feeling his arousal, the unbearable need for another. He went back to the living room, turned on the television, and killed the lights,  illuminating it with the glow from the light emanating from the television. He sat in the center of the sofa as Tyler had done a week ago, flipped on the computer connection to his television, bringing up his favorite porn site. It took only seconds to get the video he wanted, one picked out last night, where a guy was fucking another on a sofa. He took his cock in hand and slowly stroked it. It wouldn’t take much, and he would be rock hard for Tyler.

The rumble of a vehicle pulling into his drive and shutting off and Oliver knew Tyler had arrived. He slowly moved his hand along his cock as he listened to the side door open and close, then some shuffling around in the kitchen.

“Are you tired of waiting for me?” asked Tyler as he came into the room.

Oliver looked over and saw Tyler was naked, cock getting hard with his manipulation. He looked at the tall lean body, one he now knew intimately, and he held his cock at the base feeling it flex in his fist with his desire. “Yes,” he uttered in a breathless whisper struggling to find his voice.

Tyler came into the room, around the end of the sofa until standing in front of him.

“Suck,” said Tyler.

Oliver moved like a starved man. He shifted to the front edge of the seat cushion, took Tyler in hand, and sank his mouth over the head. He moved on that thick cock until drool dripped from his chin and Tyler began to work his hips pushing it into his throat. Then he was gasping for breath as the cock flexed up and down in his face.

“My turn,” Tyler uttered in a low voice as he pushed Oliver to lay back. He straddled the waist, pushed his cock up the chest, then eased down until rubbing his ass over Oliver’s cock.

Oliver held the narrow waist, let his eyes move up from the spit slick cock, over the lean torso, until staring in Tyler’s face seeing the hunger and desire. He pushed up against the ass moving over his cock feeling the pressure of it being trapped between them.

“Fuck,” Oliver exclaimed.

“Yeah…fuck…” Tyler whispered as he rose on knees, took Oliver in hand, then eased down until the cock pressed against his tightness.

Oliver shuddered with the feel of his cock squeezing through Tyler’s tight opening, then the way that tightness slid down his cock until buried inside Tyler. He held the waist as hands held his shoulders, and Tyler began to move. Up. Down. Over and over, Tyler moved on his cock until in the steady rhythm of a fuck.

Tyler held his head back, arcing his back, and with every move upward on Oliver’s cock, he dragged the leaking head of his own up Oliver’s stomach and chest. With every move down, he dragged his cock through its slick as he savored the fullness of penetration. He moved slowly, so slow it was almost agonizing how he could feel every touch, every rub on the head of his cock. And every inch of Oliver’s moving through his tight opening and sinking into his body.

Tyler increased his pace, slamming his ass down on Oliver’s cock while his own smacked Oliver’s stomach. Gasping for breath and uttering profanities of his pleasure, Tyler rode Oliver, knowing by the tightening grip on his waist, he had him close. He worked his hips, dragging his cock up and down Oliver’s stomach and chest, while slamming down on Oliver’s cock.

“I’m going to cum,” Oliver uttered.

“Me, too,” Tyler replied, and he slammed his ass down on Oliver’s cock and came. A thick rope of cum shot up Oliver’s chest, then another and Tyler moved his hips up and down, dragging the head of his cock through his slick cum until hands pulled him down on Oliver’s spurting cock.

 

 

Oliver watched Tyler climb off his cock and stand before him. He watched him stroke his still hard cock smearing cum along its length. Then he saw Tyler reach out quickly, grab him by the hair dragging him off the sofa.

“My turn,” said Tyler as he manhandled Oliver to the floor onto hands and knees. He kicked the legs apart as he got on his knees. He rubbed his slimy cock up and down the spread ass, then pumped it along the crevice between the cheeks. “Damn, I want to fuck you,” he uttered as he put his cock to the opening and pushed through its tightness.

“Shit,” Oliver exclaimed as he lowered his head to the floor and spread out his arms. He shivered with Tyler’s penetration, then closed his eyes focusing on the fullness of it, how cock bore into his depths until hips were pressed against his ass. Hands held his waist, fingers digging into firm flesh, and Tyler was fucking. Fucking slowly so he could feel every inch tugging at his opening, then faster, harder, until hips smacked his ass, and he was rocking in rhythm to their fuck.

Tyler slowed, lay over his back and he realized they were sweating by the slickness of skin moving over skin. Then he felt the slow fuck, how hips ground against his ass and worked cock inside his body. A hand moved around his waist and took his cock in hand. It stroked him with the same slow pace, then faster and faster as Tyler increased the pace of their fuck.

Oliver found himself on his back, thighs tight to his chest, and cock hammering his ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room as Tyler built up a brutal pace.

“Fuck; I’m close,” Tyler exclaimed.

“Do it, do it, give it to me,” Oliver uttered as he rocked with their fuck.

Hands pushed down on his thighs until it was hard to breathe, and Tyler slammed into his ass, then kept hammering hips against his ass.

“Fuck,” Tyler exclaimed.

Oliver felt the way Tyler shuddered with release with cock jammed into his hole letting it spurt wad after wad until spent.

 

 

Oliver lay back on the sofa, naked, cock half hard, for he couldn’t stop thinking of Tyler, not with him standing at the sliding glass doors to the rear yard.

“You should close the curtains and come here. Someone might see you,” said Oliver.

“It’s too dark,” said Tyler as he slid the door open and stepped out into the night.

“Tyler!” Oliver exclaimed but it was too late, for all he could see was the dark silhouette standing at the outer edge of the small patio.

A breeze blew in the open door making the curtains billow out. It moved through the room and over his bare skin. It was like a soft caress and his cock stirred again. He climbed to his feet and went to the door.

“Tyler, come back in.”

Tyler turned and in the dim light of the moon, Oliver saw him stroking a very hard cock.

“You come to me,” Tyler whispered just loud enough for Oliver to hear as he turned to face him. “Come suck this,” he added, waving his cock up and down.

Oliver stepped out, and the breeze felt stronger, cooler against his warm flesh. He moved across the patio, squatted in front of Tyler, and took the cock in his mouth. He tasted the cum smeared along its length and he tightened his lips around it and moved his mouth along its length.

“That’s it. Suck until I’m rock hard,” Tyler whispered.

And Oliver did so, sucked until the cock filled his mouth with its thickness. Then he was pushed off it, pulled to his feet, spun around, and forced to bend over. Tyler held him by the shoulders and rubbed cock across his ass.

“Guide me to your hole,” said Tyler.

Oliver reached back and took Tyler in hand, holding it to his opening. He rubbed the slick head over it until he was wet again, then he held it still, waiting for the penetration.

Hands tightened on Oliver’s shoulders, then cock bore into his depths. One steady push until hips were against his ass. Then Tyler began to fuck.

Sweat trickled down his face as the sound of hips banging against his ass echoed around the rear yard. They were too loud, but he was too aroused to say anything, much less do something. He just stayed bent over, cock flopping heavily between his thighs as Tyler hammered his ass.

It was after midnight but still the heat of the day lingered, made more intense with their exertions. Oliver felt feverish, sweat beading up on his skin and trickling down, into his eyes, down his neck and chest, and down his sides until he wondered if he would stroke out before Tyler finally came. A hand moved up his back raking through the sweat until fingers were combing through his hair. He knew what Tyler would do, wanted it in fact, and when the hand became a fist and tugged his head up, he moaned and felt his cock flex with his arousal.

“Come for me,” Tyler uttered.

As cock pummeled his insides, Oliver stroked his own cock, stroked with an urgency, a need to cum. He rocked and shuddered with Tyler’s fuck and shivered with the feel of his own manipulations. Another tug on his hair pulling his head back.

“Come…do it, do it,” Tyler exclaimed.

Oliver came.

Oliver shuddered with his release, the third one tonight, as he kept stroking his flexing cock. Then Tyler was shoving into his depths with such force it would have toppled him forward if not for the fist holding him by the hair. Hips smacked against his ass with each ejaculation into his depths. Then they were parted, Oliver still bent over with hands on knees gasping for breath and Tyler somewhere behind him. A hand touched his back, moved over the slick skin, then raked along the edge of his hair.

“I could get used to this,” whispered Tyler.

“Yeah, me too.”

 

 

Oliver shut down his computer and picked up the invoices he had approved and headed to the front. He dropped off them in Sharon’s office for her to get in the mail the next day, then made his way to the side door, setting the alarm and shutting off the lights. It was unusual for him to be the last to leave, but with a vacation starting the next day, he took the time to get everything off his desk.

He drove out of the parking lot and slipped into the late afternoon traffic. It would take nearly half an hour to cut across the area and get to Monroe Road. He kept pace with the traffic until swinging left on the four-lane road that led south from downtown. He passed the turn for his neighborhood, continuing until in Oakhurst, the neighborhood anchored by a nursery and grocery store. He turned opposite the nursery, pulling into Moore’s Auto Restoration seeing the High Boy Ford and a new Mustang parked along the side of the lot. The building had been a service station with two garage bays and over the years it had another bay added while it was one mechanic’s shop after the next. Now it belonged to Steve and Tyler Moore, a father-son business specializing in restoration of older cars, taking them down to the chassis if the owner so desired. Steve, Tyler’s father had been dismissive at first, but when Tyler and he had finished his 68 Mustang and he got to drive it out of the garage for the fist time in over two years, the enjoyment of it took away any hesitancy. To make Steve and Helen more accepting of him, Oliver had put up enough funds to get the shop leased, cleaned up, and their operation underway.

Oliver smiled at the sight of the Riviera in the first bay, a car that belonged to his boss that was now getting a long overdue refurbishment. In the second bay was a Mustang, one owned by someone who had seen Steve’s car at a local car show. Through the office windows he saw Steve sitting at the desk on the phone. He parked next to the truck and headed toward the office. As he drew near, Tyler came into the office, wiping hands on a blue rag. A look up, a quick wave, then leaned over his father’s shoulder saying something to him.

It made Oliver smile at the normal nature of it. There had been a couple of months of tough conversations and periods of not speaking, but the restoration of the old Mustang kept Steve and Tyler talking until they worked through everything. He couldn’t believe that a year had passed and come tomorrow Tyler and he were going away on their first real vacation. He was as excited as a child before Christmas, and couldn’t wait to get packed up and on the way.

Driving through a beautiful almost abandoned looking little town south of Italy with my grandfather (in his Volkswagen Beetle 1982), My grandfather booked us a 2 week vacation, at a Airbnb in a small town called Presicce.

The Weather was incredible, clear blue sky, the heat was unbearable, my balls and ass were dripping in sweat, grandpa was driving shirtless, his shorts were soaked in sweat. As we arrived we were greeted by a sweet looking man, looked like he was in his mid sixties, he was standing proud with his chest puffed up, he had such nice dark skin tone, as my grandfather talked to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was freeballing, his shirt and shorts were both made from almost a complete see-through linen which makes sense in this weather you don’t want to feel like you’re wearing anything, he had a nice round belly, his chest and shoulders were wide he had nice pecs that were a bit loose with his nipples poking. He had a strong stance as he talked to my grandpa in Italian, both hands on his hips with a bit if wide leg spread.

I found myself a little horny staring at his nipples and pecs, they looked arousing, wouldn’t mind sucking on them trying to get some milk hehe I said to myself. His name was Dante Abato, he gave my grandfather a strong handshake which meant the conversation is over and we’re going to our Airbnb, as he shook my hand next, I noticed his eyes do a little quick scan of me from head to toe as he said “Ciao bei Giovanni”, grandfather smirked as he said that. As we were walking through town, I couldn’t look around and admire the sights because I was distracted by Dantes juicy butt, the sweat was going down his back, his butt was getting soaked in sweat, leaving vary little to the imagination, he had such a nice big butt, fuck I was getting a boner, that was one delicious looking ass right there, In my head i just wanted to trip and fall onto him rip his shorts open and start pounding him right there in the middle of the town, wrecking his hole. After a quick minute of gathering my senses, I looked around as we were approaching the cute looking Airbnb , there were maximum of 3 people outside, 2 old man chatting quietly infront of a house and one old lady leaning on her open window frame,looking around. The town was so quiet, only seagulls and a few birds to be heard in the distance, I loved that there was a small fountain in the middle of the town it looked old but it was still functional, the water sounds made up for the silent atmosphere ambience. We arrived at our Airbnb, turnes out it was Dantes house, going up the stairs behind him, the view was mouthwatering, his asscheeks rubbing together as he climbed up the steps mhhmm fuck, I wanted to spread those juicy cheeks and eat his hole right there, i was thirsting over him so badly! I wanted to breed him.

As he showed us our room, his eye contact was just on me while he talked I didn’t understand one thing, I just smiled and checked him out as he talked. As he left the room he shook my hand again said “buon soggiorno, bel giovanotto” my grandpa laughed as Dante left the room “he really likes you, that’s the second time he called you a handsome young man, and by the looks of your bulge i think you really like him too,even i have to admit Dante has a nice ass for a man ” grandpa winked at me as he said that, I blushed, I already started to bond with grandpa here, grandpa already knew I was into men more, he confronted me 2 years ago and said its ok if im gay he loves me anyways, at that time i was embarrassed a bit and still so in the closet about it so i lied and said i was bi, after that I always felt free around grandpa, I felt like he’s my best friend, I’m really lucky. As Grandpa was showering, I fell on the bed,closed my eyes and and relaxed for a second. I fell asleep, grampa woke me up.

Gramps:” hurry up boy! We need to get to the market before they are closed or else we won’t have any food to eat!”

Me:”what do you mean they will close, it’s still morninng”

Gramps: ” these people open and close whenever they want, haven’t you seen this town, there’s almost noone around, there are no officials here, people live and work as they like, comon boy with need to go” 

Me:”OK, ok, gramps, let me just unload my tank and we’re going”

I hurried into the bathroom and took a piss.

Gramps:” I’ll wait for you in the car downstairs! Hurry!”

as I was to put pull up my underwear, I decided not to, I rushed to my luggage and got a pair of my old green basketball shorts, they were made of polyester, they felt really light and airy. As I ran downstairs to meet grandpa, my cock and balls were flopping around freely, it felt good freeballing jn this heat, my dick print was so obvious, you could clearly make out the shape of it, as if I wore Nothing. I hurried into the car, and we drove for 10 minutes to an excluded looking village, just near the town, there were more people there, by more i mean like 10 people more then in town, it looked like a public market, they were selling fish, meat, fruits and vegetables. 

As we roamed around the open market, it smelled really good, everyone was so welcoming, it felt nice.

We went over to an older gentleman selling vegetables, dark hair, mustashe only over his lips, 5ft6, had a nice big round belly.

Merchant:”Buengiorno, Welcome, welcome, what do you need, young man?”

He said to my grandpa, he laughed, my grandpa was a bit relieved the merchant knew English, because his Italian is a little rusty he said on the ride over.

Grampa:”hello, can I have, 1kg Tomatos, 2 aubergines, 500g of onions and 2 cloaks of garlic” The merchant started putting everything into bag’s, I was looking around a few men were eyeing us, and one particular just on the opposite side was looking at me smiling waving, I waved back even tho I didn’t know him, it’s ok I thought just have fun, be a little loose, besides he was cute, he was taller then me like around 6ft1, dark hair, tann, athletic build, nice shoulders, green eyes, he wore clothes that looked like something religious Arabic wear.

As the Merchant was bagging the food my gramps asked him “how much is that in total?”

The merchant replied: “32 euros”

My grampa exclaimed: “what! no no no, thank you vary much but we’ll search elsewhere”

The merchant got a dirty look on his face and mumbled something Italian. 

We were looking around where to try next, I told him to go to that one on the opposite side, he gave me good feeling i topd gramps.

As we walked over to his little shop, he came to greet us, he shook our hands, my grampa looked a little frustrated and immediately asked him

 “sorry but how much do this vegetables here cost”

The merchant noticed his vibe and answered politely the prices and assured the good quality of his produce, my grampa calmed down as the man talk to him. As my grampa was touching and looking around the produce, the merchant was smoking a cigarette, had one hand on his hip and was looking me up and down with a smirk, his eyes were eyeing my crotch area I think he liked what he saw, as his eyes were invading my nether region he looked back up at me and winked at me, I felt my balls tingle as I realized the cute merchant liked me. 

Grampa:”hmmm ok, these look great, I want…”

Grandpa continued to tell him everything he wanted, and asked him how much it will be.

The Merchant smiled and said:” it’s your first time shopping here, im gonna give you and this fine young man a 50% discount on your first purchase, so that will be 12,50 euros”

As he was bagging our food, grandpa looked really happy and proud, he gave me the money to pay and told me to come after him when im done here, he urged me to help the merchant. As grandpa was perusing the market, I was helping the merchant put the food in the bags,

the merchant came really close to me and said “how are you doing il mio amico Ben dotato”

I just understood “amico” which means friend, I replied “uhhh mui….Bene!” I laughed as I said that, my Italian is vary little almost non existent, he laughed with me, and proceeded to ask me 

“you need help with that”

Me:” no I’m good no worries it’s not that heavy”

He laughed:” no….your “peesche”

I didn’t understand what he meant, I just looked at him confused.

He pointed at my crotch and laughed “your uhh your big vegetables…penis”

I still looked at him confused 

He gave a quick look ourund and reached out and grabbed my balls and cock, and said “uuuiii uuii mui mui bellisimo” he gave me a horny look, he wasn’t letting go of my cock he was squeezing my balls and cock, it felt so hot! I loved the way his hand was cupping my balls and squeezing it, I was looking around to see, if anyone was watching, only the mean merchant on the other side was watching us, I didn’t care. 

My cock started to get hard, the cock hungry merchant didn’t let go, just continued to stroke and squeeze my cock right there in public, luckily it wasn’t so many people, my heart was lowkey beating faster.

Merchant:” let’s go amico, I suck your pissellone mui bene”

He gestured to a house just across the road, and then did a blow job motion with his hand and mouth, haha I laughed I haven’t seen that gesture since I was kid joking with my friends.

I replied:” no, I got to go help my grandfather, sorry” 

His hand gripped my balls a little hard and said “perfavore, please, I want suck your big penne”

Fuck he was horny and determined, my dick was rock hard now, he was making me feel so hot and horny, my nipples were so hard, his face lit up as my cock was now throbbing, poking a huge tent in my shorts, he was slowly stroking it, the soft shorts fabric, his hands all made me feel so good!! I Was leaking precum creating a wet stain, If my grandfather wasn’t on the otherside, I’d pull my shorts down and fuck his hot dirty mouth right there infront of everyone, but I gathered my strength and pushed his hand of my cock, he looked like a hungry dog begging for a bone, and I wanted to give it to him so bad, I told him “later amico, can i have your phone number?”

He replied, “of course, of course,” and gave me his phone number, as I was tapping the phone umber with one hand, I put my my other hand on his hip and slowly went down on his ass and grabbed his butt, he put his arm around me as he smoked, he was bulging too, I grabbed his tight ass, squeezing his supple cheeks.

He whispered in my ear “Vuoi infilarmi il cazzo in culo?

“and then looked at me with an evil grin, he slid his hand in my shorts this time and grabbed my cock he mumbled under his breath (uui uui è così grande)he wanted to deepthroat me so bad, his bare hand felt amazing on my shaft, grandpa was coming, I steped away from him a bit and handed him the money, he didn’t accept the money, he put it in my pocket and gave my cock a little tap and said “don’t worry about it my big frattelo, just let me taste your cazzo and we’ll be even” , I put the grocery infront of my crotch to hide my boner, grandpa also bought a lot of stuff, we hurried back to the Airbnb and started cooking, we were starving.

To be continued…

Facing the firing squad…

MJ woke earlier than JT, he was hard as a pipe and wanted a piece of his husband’s ass, so he started sliding his hard cock back and forth between JT’s cheeks.  JT groaned as MJ’s right hand wrapped around his hard cock – “What a great way to wake up in the morning.” MJ nibbled on JT’s ear – “Are you up for another round? If not, I’m going to blow your hard cock until I get your baby makers…” JT rolled over and kissed his husband with such passion, that MJ groaned his approval. “I think my ass is going to need a morning off.”

MJ kissed his husband with passion as he rolled on top of him. He began kissing, nibbling, and sucking his way down his man’s body. Truth be told visible love bites were being left – “MJ if any of those are visible with a shirt on, I’m going kick your ass… fuck that, ugggh god you are good at that…”

MJ had swallowed JT to the root and was on a mission to bring his husband a great deal of pleasure this morning. He was using one hand on his balls and the other on this taint to drive his husband over the edge. He was not playing with his favorite toy – JT’s ass because he knew it was probably pretty sore.

JT screamed out – “GOD, I LOVE YOU MJ….” when he came. MJ crawled up his lover’s body, kissed him squarely on the mouth, and swapped some cum with JT. As the two were continuing to explore each other, the alarm signaled a door opening and a code being entered. “Fuck, why are they here already?”

JT chuckled, which got him a harder-than-needed bite on his right nipple. “Ouch, that kind of hurt, I was only chuckling because I agree with you, oh shit it is 10 o’clock we need to get dressed and downstairs.”

MJ told JT to get the shower ready and that he would get things quickly organized downstairs. He headed for the door but stopped when JT threw some sweatpants at him – “I’m all for you being naked 24×7 but there will be a small child down there and he doesn’t need to see all of that coming at him. MJ winked and headed downstairs to get their siblings to help prepare brunch.

…………

At the appointed time, Matt and Anna pulled into Jon and Sofia’s driveway. The latter two climbed into the back of Matt’s Range Rover. Before he had a chance to put the car in gear Anna started in on her frustration with the others in the car, she didn’t understand how they could not see her point of view. Before either Matt or Sofia could comment, Jon stepped in – “Anna, I have known you for 30+ years, and in all of that time the four of us have all been on the same page when it comes to politics, our children, the company, etc.

I know in my heart that Matt and Sofia believe our sons have acted impulsively and too quickly. Let me finish. That said they also understand that our sons are grown adults and don’t need our permission to do anything in their lives. Sofia put it best last night – we have to trust that the love, guidance, direction, and faith we have instilled in our sons will help them through any bumps they find in the road ahead. The decision to get married is made, we either support our children and help them be better tomorrow than today or we fight them on this and lose them forever.

My choice is to love and support them. I will not lose my son and the man he has chosen to walk through life with as his husband.”

Anna was further frustrated by this turn – “Have you all lost your minds?”

Sofia was done – “Anna, since you seem to think you have the only right course of action, please take us through your plan.”

Anna was now stuck – “We need to convince them that they need to annul the marriage and date for a while to see where this goes. Once they have dated long enough and know for certain what is in their hearts, they make a decision to get married or part ways. If it is to get married, we throw them a wedding.”

Matt asked the next question – “So darling, how do we convince them to annul the marriage and keep them close to us? So, without a plan let me ask you another question – what would you have done if my parents successfully convinced me to wait to marry you? Would you have stuck around; Would you have been resentful to this day?

I love you with all that I am but you have lost sight of what matters in this situation – our son pledged his life to a man he believes he loves with his whole being. You are still questioning his ability to know his own heart. You keep pushing on this point and you will lose him forever. The way the girls reacted; you will likely lose them as well.

Let me finish – we raised our kids to love and respect themselves and to never let anyone take advantage of them. Jon and Sofia are right we must believe in the efforts we put into raising our children to be great human beings.”

A light went off for Sofia as she watched Anna – “Anna, you know I have always thought of you as the sister I didn’t have, I have a question that may upset you but I think I get where you are right now – “Did you think that Johan would marry a woman and give you grandkids?”

There was silence in the car for a long while. “Honestly, I did. Both Matteo and Johan dated girls and I know that they both have had sex with women, so yeah, I guess I am floored that they got married and we won’t have more grandkids.”

Sofia smiled at her longtime friend – “Don’t beat yourself up, I was hoping that Matteo would see Alicia and realize he was meant to be with her and tie our families together forever. That said I knew destiny had played its role when MJ and JT’s eyes met, it was crystal clear those two men were going to be together from that day forward. Did they move faster than I wanted, yes but there is no doubt that our sons are in love and destined to be together and I got my wish – our families together forever.”

The four of them pulled into the driveway to find that all their children were already there. Sofia let out a huge belly laugh – “I’m sorry Anna, this has Matteo written all over it. He is pissed and he is going to make you and Jon crawl over glass, in full view of the entire family. My suggestion to the two of you is to eat crow and love our boys.”

They rang the bell and the door was opened by Matteo and Johan, Matteo jumped in – “You’re a few minutes early so you will have to bear with us while we finalize brunch. Do come in. The family is down the hall and to the right, in the kitchen and on the patio.”

Sofia was the first through the door she kissed both men on the cheeks – “Ti amo mio piccolo tesoro. Per favore, sii il bambino gentile e amorevole che ho cresciuto.” (I love you my little Darling. Please be the kind and loving child I raised.) Matteo was dripping syrup from his lips – “Mamma, ti amo con tutto il cuore. Non so di cosa parli.” (Mom, I love you with all my heart. I know not what you speak of.) Sofia laughed loudly – “Tu, mio ​​piccolo tesoro, sei pieno di merda.” (You my little darling are full of shit.) Matteo winked at his mother and kissed her on the cheek again – “Ma ho imparato i miei modi dall’insegnamento più sorprendente, la mia mamma.” (But I learned my ways from the most amazing teacher, my mom.) 

Jon stepped forward – “I do believe the inside discussion in Italian is not making anyone feel any better about the situation.” Sofia made her retreat to the kitchen as she knew her son well enough to know that would not go over well and it didn’t, she heard her son go on a bit of a tirade – “Papà, puoi ficcarti la tua preoccupazione nel culo. Osi entrare in casa mia e provare a dettare come reagirò o interagirò con chiunque. Forse è ora che te ne vada.” (Dad, you can stuff your concern in your ass. You dare come into my home and try to dictate how I will react or interact with anyone. Maybe it is time for you to leave.) Johan stepped in – “Amore mio, please dial it back. Let’s at least get everyone in the door before you rip them a new asshole.” JT kissed MJ, took his hand, and walked away from the front door.

As Matt closed the door he leaned into Jon – “This is not going well already. You need to worry less about what we don’t understand than you do about getting shit fixed. You took your son to task for speaking Italian but said nothing to Sofia who started the discussion…” Jon hung his head slightly – “You are right but when those two get going everyone is left out. They are both fluent and talk very fast. The girls and I are conversational but when the words go too fast, we can’t keep up and it annoys the shit out of me and they know it.” Matt chuckled – “To be clear both you and Anna annoyed the ever-living shit out of the entire family yesterday so a little bit of humility is likely warranted.” As Jon, Anna, and Matt made their way into the kitchen Matt made one last statement – “Smile and roll with whatever comes at you.”

All the kids had moved to the patio to dish up and eat. Sofia led the parents onto the patio as she walked out on the patio she addressed Matteo – “Ascolta, mio ​​piccolo tesoro. Il tuo punto è stato chiarito, ora è il momento di superare le scuse e tornare a far sì che tutta questa famiglia lavori insieme per la nostra azienda e i suoi dipendenti. Non interrompermi. So che tuo padre e tua suocera erano fuori posto e anche loro. Ascoltali e fai quello che vuoi con le informazioni, ma sarai rispettoso se non altro perché è così che ti ho cresciuto, amore mio. For those of you that don’t speak Italian, I told my son to stop being an ass and listen to what his father and mother-in-law have to say. Jon/Anna you are up.”

They looked at each other and Jon took the lead – “First and foremost, we are both sorry for our behavior yesterday. You had wonderful news to share and at that moment in time, we both saw our little boys standing before us, having made a snap decision with lasting implications. We failed to recognize and see the strong, capable men you have grown to be. We were out of line in how we expressed our concern.”

Matteo had fire in his eyes – “Cazzate. Ti dispiace solo perché abbiamo respinto. Tu agghh. Sorry, even though English is my first language when I get angry, I revert to Italian. JC/Jules, please take JonJon inside for the moment. .  Let’s be completely candid here, I am 100% ready to shut all of you out of my life for my future with Johan. This little theatrical production that you have going here Pops is a load of crap. I swear to all that is good and holy if you interrupt me one more time we are truly and completely done. Anna, please do not test my resolve on this one. Last week you four were ready to push Alicia and me together. You all knew I am bi-sexual and have never had the slightest interest in Alicia, I have never hidden the fact that I prefer men, and if you didn’t it proves the point I am going to make.  You have this picture in your head of what my life should be according to your standards.

Yesterday was the first time in almost 6 years that I had seen Johan so I get what we did was extremely fast but what is not in question in my mind and heart is the extent to which I love this man. It was clear as soon as our eyes locked – Johan’s eyes clouded over with love and a distinct amount of lust as I’m sure mine did. His cock reacted immediately to my presence as did mine to him. The time we spent on the boat with Squirt was amazing and showed me what we could have as a future; two gay men in love with their son sharing a day on the lake.  Yes, we got caught up in the feelings and emotions of the moment but I will stake all my assets on the viability of that decision.

I know him inside and out from growing up as brothers, but I also know his heart and soul because of everything we have shared. I know every part of his body, his likes, his dislikes, and the things that drive him absolutely insane with lust for me. I will always and forever love this man with every part of my being and if anyone in this family dares question that, they can fuck the hell right off and I will not look back at the loss of that relationship.  Johan Tyler De Luca is my forever love.” With that MJ went into the house as JC and JonJon exited.

JT looked around the table at the stunned faces – “I’m not sure what you expected. It feels like you thought you would come over here, say you’re sorry and the two of us would roll over like cute little puppies starving for attention.  I honestly didn’t realize how much he meant to me until just now. I fell hard yesterday just like he did but after he just said what he did, I realized that what I believed in my heart is 1000% true – he loves me enough to walk away from everyone at this table. That’s a lot to take on but I want you all to know I’m ready, willing, and able to walk away with him.

Mom, Mr. O’Reilly, you cut us to the bone yesterday with your reaction. We were prepared for some pushback but you all bet on when we would fall for the other and each of you picked something under a day. I’m sorry to say you can’t have your joke and not live with reality.

Nonno Matteo and Nonna Isabella called late last night to congratulate us on our marriage, invited us to Italy for our honeymoon, and made it abundantly clear MJ is not to use his trust to fund this company, Nonno Matteo is working on investors to get the working capital together to get us off the ground. I’m not sure where we go from here but it is abundantly clear the ‘apology’ was an epic failure.”

It was twilight more than actual dawn, but as I heard the sound of the metal clink in Dad’s uniform belt, I roused in my bed and saw his beefy build standing by my dresser. Carefully, he removed his service weapon and placed it next to my baseball card collection and my trophies, then did the same with his utility belt. 

My eyes took a second to adjust, but I could start to make out his handsome features. Roman nose, round cheeks, thinning hair kept military buzzed. 

“Heya kiddo,” he whispered when he finally saw me watching, sitting up in bed. Already he was unbuttoning and untucking his uniform shirt, the kevlar vest making his barrel chest even more pronounced beneath.

“Hey Dad,” I said. I tried to be quiet, too, but my voice was groggy and my greeting came out louder than I intended. 

Not that I probably needed to worry. It’s crazy and would be impossible to explain to any outsider. But this was an open secret in our family. Mom knew, my little brothers knew and even if no one talked about it, there was a strange acceptance. Maybe because my parents fought less now. Maybe because I was the star baseball player who was pretty much tapped to get a top pick in the upcoming draft, straight out of high school. I was definitely the Golden Boy. I wouldn’t say I was spoiled, because I worked my ass off for my success, but I got a lot of special treatment. 

It was a ritual I was getting used to, the way Dad neatly hung up his uniform, putting it in my closet, next to my Sunday best blue blazer and pressed khakis. He wore Jockey style briefs that clung to his meaty ass and heavy genitals. My morning wood was reliable but even if it wasn’t I’d have gotten rock hard just watching him. 

Finally Dad turned toward the bed with a relaxed smile, taking two steps to approach, then hooked his thumbs in the elastic and slid off his underwear. My father wasn’t erect yet, but his dong was getting firmer as he lifted up the bed sheet and crawled in next to me.

“Sorry to wake you, Nolan,” he said as he scooted up against me, his strong hands latching on to my sides. “But you do feel nice, buddy….”

“You too, Dad,” I said. My dick pressed into the softness of his belly. My father wasn’t overweight but he had some love handles on his otherwise hard, regulation-fit body. I loved every bit of him and the way he felt next to me. My hands were matching his move, running along the hard lats and over his meaty ass cheeks. 

“This is what I look forward to after a hard shift,” he said.

“Tough night?” I asked.

“Yah,” he said. Dad didn’t talk about the stress of his job in detail, but I liked that he could confide in me. When I was a kid he’d always hide that part of his life from me. 

Our lips met. Softly at first but I nudged his mouth with my tongue, and Dad opened up to accept it. He moaned into my mouth as he pawed me more greedily, his hands’ urgency a contrast to our restrained kiss. 

My own hands were feeling him up excitedly, eventually one moving down to cup his crotch. My dad was rock hard now.

“HMMM,” he hissed as we broke the kiss. “You got me hard, buddy.”

“I can tell,” I said. The daylight was a little brighter in the room now, and I could make out my father’s masculine, soulful face up closer. His body felt warm and the scent of him filled my nostrils. My fingers caressed his rigid prick, which jerked in my hand some. “What are you in the mood for, sir?”

With me and Dad it was 50/50. Not only the sex acts we did but who guided how we would mate. After a big game or when we got some extended dad-son time, I generally got to pick. But when Dad was coming off of a night shift, I liked to indulge him.

“Hard to choose,” he said. His hand was now moving to feel up my son bone.

“I know what you mean,” I said. 

He gave a slight, serious smile. It was weird that I was waking up but Dad was tired but fully awake, having been up for a good sixteen or seventeen hours. “I guess I’m trying to say, I want both… you know, flip.”

We actually hadn’t done that. If I hadn’t watched my share of porn, I might not even know what that term meant. But the second he said it, the idea sounded perfect.

Dad must have read the approval on my face because already he was reaching over me, toward the lube I had out on the night stand. This was another thing I no longer bothered to hide. Over the course of the last nine months, we’d gone from only fooling around outside of the house to only doing it when we knew we were alone to…. this. I heard the squirt of the liquid in Dad’s palm as I felt up his soft furry torso. Then Dad pumped out more for good measure. 

I grinned at him as he now reached between my legs. I had a good jock’s body, strong and athletic but over the last few months I’d really gotten more into lifting and my body had responded well. Dad told me he was in love with all of me, not just my muscles, but I still enjoyed the confidence my new build had given me. And Dad’s eyes seemed more appreciative. 

The fingers felt silky and warm as he fingered me open. 

I could hear footsteps in the hall. People were starting to wake up. Dad paused a second and arched his eyebrow. The first time this had happened we were terrified of being discovered. Now my father pulled his big mitt back, wiping some of the excess lube onto my hard prick before slicking up his own.

“Lift your legs, Nolan,” he instructed. No longer whispering but talking at full voice. 

I was so excited to do so, pulling my legs back in the air, only to have my state trooper father guide them to a resting place on his shoulder. I pulled the extra pillow and Dad did the rest to help me lift my hips to place it beneath me. The angle was perfect, and I clenched my core once I felt Dad’s wet meaty prick nudge my folds. 

We used to have to go real slow through this part. Dad took my cherry right after my 18th birthday, and for months entry felt cherry-tight. But the last month, we’d both hit a groove. I was still tight, as was my father, but he was able to work himself inside me without too much difficulty. 

He was doing it now, his eyes on me, excited to be inside his son once more. 

“I love your cock, Dad,” I hissed. 

He nodded. I didn’t know if that was a nod to say he knew how much I loved his dick or a nod to indicate he loved my ass equally. Probably both. “You know, kiddo… you’re gonna have to tell me if this is ever too much.”

I shook my head no. “You always know how to fuck me, Dad. Always have.”

He grunted. “I don’t mean physically, Nolan. I mean the other stuff. Everything else.”

The words made my cock thrwap on my belly. If Dad hadn’t suggested the flip fuck, I would have been stroking my tool already. “Not to take away from the sex, sir… but the other stuff is the best part.”

That got a big smile from him. He thrust in, completely, all the way. “That it is, buddy.” Then another thrust. The emotional talk had keyed me up to take this, to want this.

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck your boy.”

Dad’s nostrils flared as he threw more strength into his fuck, still slow but very firm. “Oh kiddo…”

The only thing that spoiled an otherwise perfect moment was the nagging realization I’d be moving within two months. Out of my childhood home, away from Mom and my little brothers. Away from Dad. “You get so worked up after a long night,” I observed, now running my hands along his furry chest. It was true, but my words were meant to egg him on, too. 

“Cause I think about you all fucking shift, Nolan… you and your hot fucking ass.”

His hips were faster now, his whole body moving in a steady athletic pump. It was exquisite. I didn’t even mind having my legs pushed back as he leaned in some. “You and your amazing baseball jock body,” he added. 

“I’m gonna get bigger,” I hissed.

Dad’s body jerked to a stop, and I thought for a second he was cumming. But he bit lip and slowly slid out of me, pulling my ankles off his meaty delts and letting my legs down. His prick was super slick, from his frothy precum as much as from the lube, and I watched how it was immobile like a tire iron as he scooted up and straddled my waist. 

Already he was half twisting, half leaning back to grip my slick cock and guide it into place. 

“There,” he hissed as he made contact. A second later he was already sitting down on me. 

“Oh fuck, Dad,” I grunted. “You feel so incredible.”

Dad had a determined look as he made himself relax so he could work more of my dick into him. After about thirty seconds, though he’d worked his way down most of me. He paused, then started riding his hips up and down. “Your daddy’s so horny, Nolan,” he grunted. The bed was squeaking and our voices were louder. There’s no way somebody wasn’t hearing us fuck. 

“Me too, sir,” I growled, my hands gripping his hard, hairy thighs. Imagining fucking him in his uniform one shift. We’d done that once, and the memory still got me going.

“You’re always horny, stud. Daddy’s sex-addict boy.”

“You know it,” I said, now thrusting up into him as much as he was riding me. It all felt too good. “I don’t know if I can last long… if you wanna flip some more.”

“Let it go, son. Let that cum go right up my fucking ass.”

It did. The orgasm was pretty intense so I had a good feeling Dad’s guts were getting pretty sauced. 

“Hell yeah,” he hissed, riding me and milking me with his state trooper ass. He wasn’t making a move to jerk off but instead leaned all the way back onto my crotch to ensure my dick and my load were buried as deep as possible inside him. He held there just a second then slowly rose off. 

He leaned in to kiss me hungrily, then just as impetuously pulled back, nudging my legs up. “Pretty please, Nolan,” he asked. 

I wanted to give him this. The release, and the pleasure to match what he’d just given me. He knew it was going to be intense for me, so he didn’t hold back. Sliding back inside my ass, he pumped me gently a couple of times, then just started moving faster to get off. I had a pretty good idea of the button to push. 

“This is incest, Dad,” I hissed. I didn’t drop the word much, in part because it was so powerful. 

“Shit,” Dad hissed with an urgency that let me know it was working. He was almost cumming.

“Real incest,” I repeated. “Deep incest.”

Dad was whimpering now, in full orgasm, his face scrunching up and his body jerking as he pumped a bunch of his fatherly sperm into me.

He was a little sweaty and a lot tired when he dismounted. “That was incredible, Nolan,” he said, reaching down to ruffle my hair and give me a more relaxed kiss. “Thanks.”

I grinned. “Keeps getting better, huh?”

Dad looked back at me with a dreamy expression, his body now lying beside mine, his hands on my waist. “Somehow… yeah, it does.”

I felt him up too. “I should probably get ready for school,” I said, regret in my voice. 

“Definitely,” Dad said. “Another kiss.”

We didn’t rush this one, but I finally got the will power to pull back. “All right,” I said.

“I’ll text you later,” he said. His voice definitely sleepy now. I watched him pull the covers up over his burly, hairy body and turn away from the light of the bedroom window.

I slid out of bed and reached over to pull the blinds down. I slid on some sweats and padded out of the room, shutting the door softly behind me.

Its December 1948, as 42 year old Mike enjoys his shower after working in the coal mine all day. Hes glad to be off as black soapy water runs down his chest belly and dick balls and legs running between his stubby toes eventually going down the drain. His salt and pepper hair in still covered in soap, the shower stall door opens and in steps his naked boss and foreman George Randall. Mike has a round muscular semi hairy ass and a long thick cut cock and big balls.

George is a hairier stockier version of actor Robert Mitchum, except his got pretty green and blue eyes. Hes in good shape for a man nearing 60. Hes 58 years old with widows peak and a short thick cock low big hanging balls. Hes got a white smooth round ass too, despite his hairy body.

George is carrying his towel in one hand and some lube in the other. He smiles as he sees Mikes naked body and wants to give him a good blowjob and then maybe Mike will finally fuck him in the ass, George hasn’t had his ass fucked in forever.

“Hey there! Mind if we share the water? Don’t be shy we’re both guys….

Mike looks alarmed at first, but he looks up sheepishly.

“Uh yeah Its okay i guess. just wow didnt expect this Mr. Randall.”

“You can call me George and I like you and your work is damn good too. This ain’t Christian of me, but the lazy idiots I got here don’t give a damn. You seem sad though and that’s a shame,let me guess no love and no pussy and no head and no footrubs?

“Yeah basically shes been spending my money though, shes immature only 26 only or so. This is the third girl this year. She don’t love me I know that.” Mike says looking at the wall. “Sometimes i wish, ah shit, forget it, he says.

“No, no, go ahead continue, George says.

“i wish it was possible to have a buddy you could do shit with, even in the bed but your buds and you may even live together and pay bills and shit. And in bed you make love to each other, kiss,suck, rub each other’s feet… ” he trails off.

This was music to Georges ears. “I thought you would never ask and with that he grabs Mike and kisses him passionately tongue kissing his mouth grabbing his dick and balls and Mike is surprised but he gives in and kisses him back. and grabs Georges cock which swells to its full beer can thickness

“ Suck my cock George!” George outs a towel down and sucks Mikes cick hungrily and longingly.

“ Dont cum in my mouth, i want it in my ass! George says.

“Then turn around and touch your toes, give me that lube so grease your asshole up good with it. Mike grabs George gently and has him bend over and spread his white meaty smooth asscheeks up nice and good. “George you have a great ass! i cant wait to fuck it and cum in it.”

“Fuck me and find out but go slow you got a big dick,” says George.

“Mike eases his cock into Georges tight white large ass all the way to his balls. George grabs his own cock and starts jerking it.

“Now your in all the way so fuck me good and fuck me hard I want your white goodness!” He chuckles eagerly

Mike fucks the hell out of George the two coal miners howl out of pleasure in unison as they both cum at the same time. They smile and kiss and hug after they are done and bathe each other, soaping each other and rinsing off.

“So how about it?” asks George. “How about a fuckbuddy like me that likes to make you really good?

“You make me feel so good like a man again, says Mike. “So much so that I’m gonna dump that bitch so we can be together!

“Marvelous!” says George. and they walk off to get dressed and leave.

The End.

…after my first guy had finished..he sat there and smiled…I think you got fans!!!.. I looked over my shoulder and saw 3 guys all looking at me..2 of them were masterbating..one got up and walked over and sat next to me..” you feel like having company while we watch this movie?”…I said ”  ok”.. he motioned for his friends

One sat on the other side of me… he put his arms under my chest and slid me over to between. His kegs..I turned around, said ” well hello:. He kinda laughed then he to told me his name and as he began telling me how fuckn sexy I was..he put his hands up my blouse and started lightly playing and pinching my hard nipples..I moaned ..then I felt the guy in front put his hand on my leg..I bent it up..and he moved closer and reached under my top and then started stroking my cock…I dropped the shard that the first guy had given me..guy number 2 picked it up and handed it to his buddy..who  spit all over it..then I felt him push me back into his friend that was behind me. He lifted my thighs up.just a few inches and I felt him start fucking me with the dope he kneeled up then stood up and pulled his pants off!!.. I kinda laughed nervously..” what if others come in?” He motioned to the third guy, who got up , walked to the door and locked it then he walked over and put his cock in my mouth.,.ok I thought..it was just myself and those three …the movie was perfect..a tranny getting gangbanged!!!.. I started getting a tremendous rush from the dope that the one guy fucked me with. I was picked up and laid back on the guy behind me that was now nude. He told me to lay back on him..he reached around and handed me a bowl then he put a torch to it ….I took a huge hit…I love to hold it…when I exhaled I felt my ass get spread open gently..then I felt his cock pushed in me. It felt so fuckn good…but then guy number three pulled his cock out of my mouth and positioned himself between my legs..he leaned down and kissed me so sensual…then he kneeled and nodded to the guy under me…he stopped fucking me..just long enough for number 3 to push his cock in my tight sissy pussy. I felt both men begin to alternate fucking me.  I started cumming..it felt incredible..I moaned …and my gurl cock began oozing cum..I felt the guy underneath start contracting his stomach musclez..he said outloud” fuck I can’t help.it..that pussy is fuckn hot”. His buddy pulled out just enough to let his friend plunge his spitting cock up in me…I felt the rush of his hot cum running down my hole and dripping on his cock and stomach.

I could continue but I think you get the jist.. my crossdresser pussy had been popped.

Mmmmmm..bye.

Frank Rankin already had his cock out and was stroking it with one hand as he looked at the bed. His other hand was lifting the half-empty whiskey bottle. The noise from the tavern downstairs was permeating up into this small bedchamber, but that might be a good thing in a while when there might be some noise going in the other direction. His shirt was off, his suspenders pressing into his beefy—more muscular than fat—and hirsute torso. The chair he was sprawled in was backed into the desk where he had pen and paper out to write a note. He was facing the bed, however, eyes slitted, cock in hand.

He put the whiskey bottle down on the table and used that hand to release his suspender hooks and to slide his trousers off his legs. He was going to do this. He couldn’t resist. He stroked his cock a bit more but stopped when he was afraid he might come. He didn’t want to bring himself off with his hand. He wanted more than that. But he needed to write the note too. With a sigh, he turned the chair and himself around, facing the desk, and picked up the pen.

 

Roland Conway

Fairview Plantation

Fairfax County, Virginia

Mr. Conway:

 

I have located your escaped slave in Frederick, Maryland, across from Harper’s Ferry, and will apprehend him and return him to you at the agreed fee plus the following expenses.

 

The bounty hunter paused to give a little chuckle, take another swig of whiskey from the bottle, and look over at the trussed up nineteen-year-old black slave, Ned, on the bed in Rankin’s upstairs room at the Frederick tavern. He knew the slave, not fully black, a mulatto at least, and a very handsome light-chocolate mix indeed, was nineteen. He knew that because that was the age that had been given on the escaped slave notice he’d received. Rankin had assumed that the young man was Conway’s by-blow from the fee offered, but now he thought it was something different—or something additional.

Rankin had already apprehended the young man, but Conway didn’t need to know that. Conway hadn’t told him why he was offering so much money for the return of his nineteen-year-old house slave, but now Rankin knew why and he didn’t see why he shouldn’t get some enjoyment out of it too above the fee.

He finished off the letter that would be sent off in the morning, turned his chair around, and sprawled in it, spreading his legs, and taking his cock in his hand, worked it up again. He’d take his pleasure for a couple of days before setting off with the young man to return him to Virginia. He sat and looked at the bed for several minutes, one hand grasping and stroking his cock back to an erection and the other lifting the whiskey bottle at frequent intervals. He was naked. So was the slave. Rankin was tall and husky; hirsute, covered with dark, curly hair; large boned; and big cocked. The black slave was small and slim, sleek, with narrow hips and a creamy chocolate body. He was hard-bodied, though. He’d known hard work, if more likely in the house than in the field. It was pretty clear that his house-slave mother, maybe mixed herself—had been messed with by a white master—just like, Rankin now realized—a white master was messing around with the slave. His mother must be a beauty and taken to the master’s bed because of that, but Ned was a beauty.

Rankin could be sure of what Ned’s function had been before he escaped, because he had offered himself to Rankin and had already shown he knew what was what in servicing a man. The slave had tried to win his freedom with his body, which he must have known would be fruitless, as Rankin could—and did—have the young man’s body regardless of anything else.

The slave was belly down on the bed, spread-eagled, wrists tied off at the corners of the brass headboard and ankles at the corners of the brass footboard. He’d put up a bit of a struggle when Rankin brought him up to the bedchamber above the Frederick tavern and moved to bind him to the bed, but it had been halfhearted, as Rankin had shown him some money and they’d already done it at the side of the tavern. Frank’s saddlebags were stuffed under the young man’s lower belly, raising his pert buttocks, showing his gaping hole, Rankin’s cum dribbling out and down the youth’s spread inner thighs. The ride in this position had been a good, stretching one.

Rankin was taking his time working himself up again and careful not to explode. He wasn’t that sure he had a third, and maybe a fourth, go in him tonight. But, given the opportunity, he’d sure try.

Ned was small for his age, but perfectly formed. Rankin was built big, his bone structure beefy, but muscular rather than fat. He was hung like a bull. But the slave had taken the man’s shaft easily enough, which assured Rankin that the young man had been accommodating, often so, for his Virginia master.

Ned’s mouth was gagged with a cloth bandana. There were new, reddish welts on his back. Rankin’s hand whip lay on the bed beside the young man’s trembling torso. There was old welting on the slave’s back, so that too was something the slave’s master in Virginia indulged in. Ned was whimpering through the gag. His eyes were open wide, watching Rankin, sitting at a nearby table, putting pen down, taking another drink from the bottle, and working his cock to full erection again with his hand.

Still stroking his shaft and picking the whiskey bottle up, Rankin rose and walked over to the bed. A swig of the liquor and the whiskey bottle was placed on a nightstand beside the bed, within easy reach of the bed. Rankin came down on the bed on his knees between the slave’s thighs. He took a few minutes to glide his hands all over the beautiful, captive body, following curves and exploring crevices as Ned trembled at his touched and moaned through the cloth gag. Then Rankin picked up the hand whip, which had a thick leather handle on it. He didn’t switch the slave with it immediately, though. Instead, he turned the whip and penetrated the young man’s anus with the thick handle. The slave panted and moaned as Rankin fucked him with the whip handle.

The man stopped to take a few more swigs of the whiskey before pulling the handle out, reversing the whip, and giving Ned a few lashes on his back. Ned’s body jerked and writhed under him to the taste of the whip. His eyes were wide, begging. Rankin crouched over the young man’s narrow hips, aroused by the thought of plunging his bull’s cock between the pert orgs. He moved into dominating position, planting his feet on either side of the boy’s thighs. His body hovered over Ned’s, and his hands ran up the boy’s spread arms, grasping his restrained wrists. Ned jerked and grunted through the gag as the man mounted and penetrated him for the second time in the night in this position. Rankin thrust hard and deep, regaining his earlier stretch of the boy’s channel, and began to pump again. As he fucked, he struck the moaning slave on the buttocks with his hand again and again and again.

* * * *

Rankin hadn’t known that the handsome young black man was a male whore when he’d come looking for the escaped slave, only one among several Rankin was on the look for. He’d known that Conway was offering far too much for a nineteen-year-old, trained house slave or not, but he’d figured that was Conway’s mistake, not his. He was to come to understand why the man was so desperate to have the young man back, though. It wasn’t just that Ned warmed his bed. He was a talented whore while he was doing it.

Ned had come to him. Rankin, using his slave-tracking skills, had thought the young slave—and a few other runaway slaves on his list—might be in this area on the Maryland-Virginia border, Harpers Ferry being a good place for slaves escaping the South to cross into the North, but it was Ned who came to him, in the shadows beside the Frederick tavern when Rankin had come out after his supper for a smoke.

“Suck you off, sir, for a bit of supper?” The voice had come from deeper in the shadows at the side of the tavern. “I give good suck.”

When the young man emerged to where Rankin could see him, he realized almost immediately that he was Conway’s escaped slave. The man’s leaflet described the escaped slave perfectly. Most prominently, the extremely handsome young man had a rosy red birthmark on his throat.

The escaped slave gave him more than just a blow job. Rankin pressed the smaller man back into the shadows and up against the tavern wall, with the older man’s back against the wall. He leaned back, jutted his pelvis out, and unbuttoned his fly with one hand while pressing Ned down to his knees in front of him with the other. Ned gagged on the size of Rankin’s shaft, but he held, giving him expert head. He had a soft mouth, could take nearly the whole length of the thick shaft into his throat, and had special tricks he used with his tongue to bring Rankin quickly to an engorged boil.

Full awareness dawned on Rankin then of why Conway needed to have the young, handsome, black slave back. Being a man’s man himself, Rankin wanted more and got more. Before the whore made him come, he pulled Ned off his knees, turned him and slammed the young man’s body against the wall of the tavern.

“Raise your arms and jut your tail back to me,” Rankin growled.

“For something to eat and maybe some ale,” Ned murmured, trying to keep this to some sort of deal.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take care of you—afterward. Jut your ass back to me.” Ned then did so with no more than a murmured objection given too low to understand.

The young man panted and moaned as, having pulled his trousers and undergarments down to his ankles, Rankin went down on his knees, palming the black slave’s belly with one hand, and buried his face in the small man’s buttocks crack. The hole opened right up for him. Rankin was assured that Ned was no virgin—that he had been trained to take a man’s cock to the point of being an experience male whore. In any case, the young man didn’t offer much, if any, resistance. The young man was a real honey. Rankin thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Rankin mounted and fucked young Ned there, against the wall, and, having breeded him, picked him up, went to the back of the tavern, mounted the back stairs to the room he had rented above, tied the young man to the bed, and quickly had his way with him again. He needed no further evidence that he was hot for the young man than that he had hardened up quickly for a second fuck and was looking forward to having more.

Despite the sexual prowess he exhibited and that he had initiated the sex, Ned seemed to be in shock from the surprise of how quickly this developed. But, as they became embroiled in sex, he gave no indication that it was anything he hadn’t done before or wouldn’t do again for a man to aid him in his escape and getting him that “bit of supper” he needed to survive.

Rankin could well understand why Conway was offering the recovery reward he was. Rankin would return Ned and win the fee—but he would enjoy a bit of what Conway got from the tasty little whore before he did so.

* * * *

Rankin rode the slave hard but it wasn’t long before he was getting a surprising reaction. Ned was bucking back with him. They were reaching a vigorous, wild-ride level of fucking, and the slave was participating in it as much as his restraints permitted. Rankin felt like he was on a bucking horse, getting the ride of his life. Ned’s channel walls also went into motion, showing why Conway wanted him back so badly. The muscles of his passage walls grasped at the buried cock, undulating over it, making love to it and milking it. No other man’s passage had done this with Rankin’s shaft before during sex. He rushed to an ejaculation and collapsed on the young man’s back.

“Whooie,” was about all he could say. The ride had been exhausting. He reached over for the whiskey bottle and then, his head spinning, let himself relax on top of the bound slave, his face nuzzling into Ned’s throat. The wide ride had dislodged the young man’s cloth gag, and he whispered to Rankin in a husky, sultry voice.

“You want to know what I done with Massa Roland?” the boy asked. “Massa Roland, he one demanding man—and what that man taught me to give to another man—what I could give to you to bring you pleasure like you never had before . . . you want to get what he gets to want to have me back so bad?”

“What do you do for Conway?” Rankin asked, his words slurred from the combination of sexual exhaustion and the booze. That had been some ride. He could see why Conway was so hot to have the black beauty back. He was a sexual treasure. There was more the tasty little whore could do—higher levels of sexual pleasure he could take Rankin to?

“You can’t know if you keep me bound like this. Free me and lie on your back for me. I will give you pleasures such as you never knowed before.”

Rankin didn’t release the young man right away. He rolled off him, sat in a chair facing the bed, and reached for the bottle of whiskey. His head was spinning. His imagination was running wild. He wasn’t thinking too straight. All of his sensations went to his reengorging cock, though. There was a better ride to be had with this darky than the one he’d just given him? Had Conway found the answer to a life of pleasure with this black treasure? What the plantation master was offering to get the whore back argued that he had.

He rose and moved over to the bed, releasing Ned’s ankles and then his wrists. The young man sat up in the bed, rubbing feeling back into his wrists and giving the man standing there, holding a nearly empty whiskey bottle in a hand and swaying slight, a saucy look. “Come lie on your back on the bed,” he mewed. “I love your muscular body and your bull’s cock. Let me make love to your bull’s cock.”

With Rankin on his back, his head swirling in a daze, working hard to keep himself from exploding, he moaned and purred, as, hovering over him, kneeling between his legs, Ned kissed up his legs to his groin and took possession of the man’s cock with his mouth. Ned’s hands continued gliding up to Rankin’s pectorals, searching through the chest hair for the man’s nipples and, finding them, rubbing and tweaking them, while he gave the man head.

It may have been his imagination and the anticipation of it, but Rankin did feel that he was being pleasured sexually as never before, and he engorged to throbbing and went into a deep pant.

Rankin groaned as Ned moved up his body, positioning his hole on Rankin’s throbbing shaft, and slowly sheathing the cock with his channel, once again setting the muscles of his passage walls into grasping and undulating over the moving cock.

Ned’s hands glided up Rankin’s arms, causing the man’s arms to rise above his head and to spread, bringing his fists to the corners of the brass headboard, which grabbed at the brass rungs, helping Rankin to gain the leverage to raise his hips and rhythmically thrust up into the young man’s channel.

The restrains that had captured Ned’s wrists were still right there, at the corners of the headboard.

Rankin’s head was reeling from the whiskey he’d consumed. All of his sensations were focusing on those passage muscles making love to his erection, but his brain was fogging up and he was losing consciousness.

* * * *

The wagon was a good two hour’s ride up the pike toward Gettysburg, when the big black, Horace, turned it off the track into a grove of trees and stopped it facing a large pond, where the horse would take a drink and chew on the tender grasses on the pond bank. It was time for Ned to pay for the ride.

The young black escapee leaned over from beside the wagon master on the bench, unbuttoned Horace’s trousers, and pulled out a big black snake of a cock, already in erection from what Horace knew he would be getting for taking Ned north from Frederick. Ned felt safe with the man. He had answered to the name and description of the man he was to see in Frederick to give him safe passage up to Gettysburg, where Roland Conway’s son, Ronald, had moved. Ronald had been Ned’s preferred lover at Fairview Plantation even while Ned was in the master’s bed, and Ronald had engineered Ned’s escape as soon as he had settled into the printing business in Gettysburg.

Horace was a big bull stud of a black man, and Ned didn’t mind giving it to him for safe passage. It was nothing strange for Ned to do. On the plantation he’d taken it from any man, white or black, who wanted it that way. He’d be taking it in Gettysburg from young Ronald Conway too, but they were real lovers. Ned wanted it that way. When Horace was filled out almost entirely too big to take, Ned moved over into his lap, facing him; reached down, grasping the root of the man’s cock to hold it steady; and with a deep moan slid down the pole.

* * * *

Frank Rankin came to flat on his back, naked, and with his arms raised above his head, spread, and his wrists tied to the top corners of the headboard. The liquor had put him into a drunken stupor and, eventually, put him out of consciousness. He was embarrassed and initially a bit angry. There also was an unfamiliar pain, which he realized after a few minutes was the handle of the hand whip buried in his ass. This was an entirely new sensation for him. He remembered enough to know that it was what had made him come in a geyser—the whip handle moving in his ass channel.

The black slave, Ned, of course was gone. Rankin’s money pouch was laying on the nightstand next to the bed, beside the empty whiskey bottle. Did he drink all that, Rankin wondered, or did the escaped slave finish it off? He could see that some money was missing from his pouch, but not all. Later, when he counted it, he estimated that the slave only took as much as Rankin would have had to pay for a night with a professional whore.

Fair enough, he thought. Ned was better than any male whore Rankin had paid for. That calmed him down and made him laugh. He’d found the darky easy enough this time. He’d find him again, and when he did, he’d enjoy him fully again—this time more wary about the slave’s intelligence and skill at gaining and maintaining control—and he’d still get the big fee from Roland Conway for returning him. Now he knew the whore was built for endurance. He wouldn’t go as easy with him the next time.

When his thoughts turned to his current predicament, though, he didn’t feel like laughing. He was bound to the bed, on his back, naked. And the liquor was gone. It was going to take some effort to get out of this if he couldn’t free at least one of his wrists. And someone was going to find him in this condition. It might take a while to find him, though. There was so much noise coming up from the tavern room below that it was no use trying to yell for help until the morning.

Shit.