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In 1997 I was twenty-four and working for my family’s trucking company. While our drivers were great at their jobs, they were less great when it came to handling their own affairs. One Wednesday, my driver George came to my desk with a problem. George was in his late fifties with a bit of a gut and long gray hair past his shoulders he tucked under one of our company trucker caps. When shaved, he was the spitting image of George Peppard, if George had been a bit of a hippie. 

“I got this notice I forgot about,” George said in his raspy smoker’s voice while handing me an official looking piece of paper.

I looked it over to discover he’d gotten an overweight ticket and had to appear in Parker on Friday. For any of my other drivers, this would have been a ‘them’ problem, but George was half of a husband-and-wife team I relied on for expedited services and they had a load to go out with Sunday night. Another problem was that, despite earning higher than average wages for a team at the time, they never had any money and rarely had reliable transportation.

“What the fuck George? You have to be in court on Friday or they’ll suspend your license.”

“I know, I know. Can I take the truck to Parker for my court appointment?”

He could tell from the look on my face I was quickly figuring out how much fuel that would burn, not to mention the fact he’d probably need an advance on his next check for a motel and food. Then I remembered the clause in our liability policy prohibiting drivers using equipment for personal needs. “I can’t let you do that. Too much of a liability exposure.” I checked his summons again and saw the case was set for 9:00am. “I guess I’ll drive you over there tomorrow night so you can be ready to go to Michigan on Sunday.”

“I’m really sorry man. I’ll buy us dinner and pay for the gas.”

“Yay, another date with a married man that ends up in a cheap motel.”

He let out a growl of a laugh. “What time we leaving?”

“Let’s say three o’clock, that way we miss rush hour and were headed north when the sun starts going down.”

“Three it is boss.”

The next day George and I drove out to Parker in my pickup. The conversation for the first half of the journey revolved mainly around trucking, trucks, accidents we’d seen, and his tall tales about making thousands of dollars a week ten years prior when, as he put it, “trucking was good.” During the second half of the drive, he talked about his life in the rodeo and drew my attention to the belt buckle he’d won riding bulls. To listen to him speak, he’d slept with every cowgirl and broken every bone.

Eventually we pulled into Parker as the setting sun started to make long shadows across its lazy streets. I turned into the parking lot of an old motel from the fifties trying its darndest to convey the feeling of an alpine ski chalet dropped in the desert. After getting our key, I drove to the end of the building and parked in front of the door of room twenty-five, the same age I was turning today, as it was my birthday. A fact I hadn’t told George.

The room was dark with mustard gold flocked walls, dark furniture with molded plastic fronts, navy blue spreads on two queen beds, the biggest avocado green lamps with gold shades I’d ever seen, and gold and green shag carpet that probably contained forty years of cigarette smoke, cum, and God only knows what else. Even opening the stiff brocade navy curtains did nothing to lighten the mood that I could best describe as funerial. George flung his Walmart bag of belongings onto the bed nearest the bathroom. 

“Hey look, they got a coin operated bed. Wonder if it still works?” He reached in his pocket, fished out a quarter, and stuck it in the slot. Instantly, the bed came to life, well, if it was epileptic. It shook and shimmied, slamming the headboard against the wall. If anyone was next door, they probably thought we were having an affair. “Heh, heh, this could be fun with a friend.”

I put my bag on the luggage rack and prayed hard there wasn’t any sort of infestation in the room. “You want to try that place across the street? Looks like it might have good steaks. Plus, I can have a drink and not worry about driving.”

“Sounds good boss.”

When we were seated in our brown Naugahyde banquette, George pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and put it on the table. “No arguments, I’m getting dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, but I can expense it, you can’t.”

“I’ll give you the receipt.”

And now I had a little window into why George’s finances were so bad.

The waitress came over and took our drink order, he ordered a whiskey sour and, having never had one, I ordered the same. As was the case for most of my twenties, this prompted an ID check. She looked at my date of birth and immediately grinned, “Happy birthday!!”

George cocked one of his bushy eyebrows at me as she walked away. “It’s your birthday?”

“Yep, the big two-five.” 

“Twenty-five? Fuck, I thought you were like nineteen or twenty. I ain’t been as skinny and hairless as you since I was a teenager.”

I fluffed up the few blonde hairs on my forearm, “I have hair.”

George placed his giant furry tattooed forearm next to mine and flexed, making the crudely drawn woman wearing a bikini move her hips in a way that said to me, “Cute little girly arm you have there.”

I took my arm off the table in embarrassment. It didn’t matter how much protein I drank or weights I lifted; I remained a string bean.

George laughed at my shyness. “So, you’re gay?”

I looked around to see if anyone was in earshot. Small rural towns are historically bad places for men with booming voices to out your sexuality. “Jesus George, keep it down.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m fine with it.”

“You might be, but Farmer John over there might want to lynch me.”

George looked around to see a mid-forties man eating alone a few booths over. “Please, I could take him. Besides, he’s too into his soup to pay attention to anything else.” He paused the conversation as our drinks were delivered. “A long time ago my wife thought for sure she was going to lose me to a rodeo clown named Dan. So, really, it’s not a big deal for me.”

So many things to unpack in that last sentence of his. Suddenly I was sitting next to a bisexual George Peppard look-a-like who used to fuck rodeo clowns. I only had one question for him. “Did you do it while he was in the clown get up?”

His loud laugh turned into a coughing fit that took him a moment to quell. “Nah, I’m not that kinky.”

Our conversation for the rest of dinner jumped around from gay rodeos to country music and our mutual admiration of Latino men. The last subject was brought about by the Mexican man who bussed our table and elicited a gasp when he turned around and showed off the most perfect ass either of us had ever seen. 

“Damn, have to put that one in the spank bank,” George whispered.

“Keep staring at his ass that hard and you won’t be able to get up from the table.”

The experience finished with the restaurant staff singing Happy Birthday to me illuminated by a single candle stuck in a piece of German chocolate cake. All in all, not the worst birthday I’d ever spent. Not even the worst date I’d had. 

Back at the motel a tension started building.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” George said pulling apart the pearl snaps on the front of his western shirt. His menagerie of tattoos continued onto his hairy chest and back. The color difference between his arms and the rest of his body was slightly startling, like he was wearing brown opera-length gloves. He slipped off his boots and socks, and then I heard the clang of his belt buckle colliding with the metal button on his jeans. The weight of the belt made his pants dropped to the floor with a thud and suddenly George’s bare ass was facing me. For a man in his fifties, he had a great ass. Big, round, barely drooping at all, with a little dark fur in the crack. He hung up the pants and then turned and went into the bathroom and for a moment I caught a glimpse of his uncut cock swaying alongside a set of swinging balls. Instantly my cock moved in my pants. 

Ten minutes later a naked George with wet hair emerged from the bathroom and plopped onto the bed he’d claimed. I must have had some sort of expression on my face because he said, “Hope you don’t mind, slept naked my whole life.”

I got up and retrieved my leather toiletry bag. “No, no, that’s, that’s fine. Not like I’ve never seen a naked man before.”

I got undressed by the little shelf with a rod trying to be a closet and went into the steamy bathroom. I opened up my little bag to take out my toothbrush and toothpaste and spied something I’d forgotten I had. A little black rubber douche bulb with a red tip. “Should I?” I asked myself. My asshole winked as if it was trying to reply in the affirmative, clearly it had seen the giant dick now residing on the other side of the wall. 

Twenty minutes later I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and returned my toiletry bag to my case. I turned around and noticed George staring at the lump my dick was making under the towel. “Damn boss, you’re a big boy too.”

There was no denying the elephants in the room any longer. “Not compared to you.”

“Heh, heh, yeah, that clown I used to see called me ‘donkey’.

I walked over to the table between our beds and set up my travel alarm for seven and then sat on my bed for the first time. It crinkled like there was hard plastic over the mattress. “What the fuck is that?”

“Probably an old mattress protector that’s given up the ghost.”

As I got up to see if I could remove the crinkly sound from my bed, the towel lost its grip on my waist and fell to the floor.

“Fuck boy! You got a pretty ass!!”

George’s comment made me spin around and my dick swung out, partially from centrifical force, partially from going hard from his comment.

“Damn boy, you’re almost as long as me.” He wrapped his calloused meat hook around the middle of my dick. “Not quite as thick though. But fuck that’s nice.”

I continued to get harder in his hand and he pulled me closer to his bed. His cock slowly grew from a limp fat curl resting on his balls into a steely rod rivalling the big flashlight under the seat of my pickup. It grew so tight, the weight of his big balls pulled on the skin connected at the base of his cock. “I bought you dinner, shouldn’t you put out?” 

“That’s sexist.”

“How, were both men?”

“Okay, you’re married.”

“She don’t care. She knew about Dan. Hell; she was teasing me about staying in a room with you. Saying how maybe I could get a raise out of it.”

I stood and thought for a moment as my heart pulsed in my chest and my cock pulsed in his hand.

“Your dick seems to think it’s a good idea.” He wiped precum off the end of my cock with his thumb and sucked it off. “Mmm, tasty.”

George grabbed my right inner thigh and tipped me off balance, forcing my hands to steady myself on his bed, as he lifted me up onto his stubbly face. Normally, I can give a decent blowjob while somebody eats my ass, but George’s skills were next level. He worked his wide flat tongue over my hole and occasionally sucked on my pucker. The feeling was so intense, all I could do was stare at the mirror over the dresser and take in the complete look of bliss on my face.

His thick pipe bounced up and down, beckoning me to take a taste, but the motion on my ass made me greedy for more and I didn’t want to lose contact with his tongue. The stubble scratching my balls and ass only added to the amazing indulgence. After some time, I felt bad for not paying attention to his now drooling cock and I leaned forward in an attempt to show my appreciation. George placed his big hands on my smooth chest and sat me upright over his face. “Don’t worry about me, just enjoy it, it’s your birthday. Just don’t cum yet.” 

And enjoy it I did. For the better part of thirty minutes his tongue writhed against my sphincter and his hands found my sensitive nipples. He’d pinch my nipples and use them to pull me down harder onto his face, his spit making my seat too slippery to keep my balance.

His fingers were next to explore my hole. First one, then two, and then three. He pulled me down to where my head could reach his cock. “Get that cock wet. Make it shine.”

I worked as much of his meat as I could into my mouth and used my hand to draw his precum to the top. The mixture of cum and spit bubbled and frothed around the folds of his foreskin. Every moan he let go of vibrated my body on top of him.

Soon, his cock was lathered in our natural lubricant, and he lift my pelvis off of him. “What position do you like?”

I thought for a moment and then told him the truth. “I take it however it’s given sir.”

“Fuck yeah, good answer. You like it a little rough?”

“Never really thought about it, but looking back on the better experiences, yeah, I guess I do.” 

He got out of bed and stood by the side. “Get on your back.” I did as he said, and he reached around my smooth thighs with his dark hairy forearms and pulled me, so my ass hung over the edge. I looked over and was happy to be able to see all the action in the mirror. He noticed me looking. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

“I want to see that thing disappear in me.”

He pressed his cock into my hole. At first, my fear made me clench, but slowly I was forced to give into his intrusion. My breath became staccato as more and more of him slid into me. “Just breathe, I’ll do the rest.” Instead of going all in at once he used a rocking motion to push into me, then pull out a little, then in a little deeper than before, then out a little until I felt his warm body bumping into my ass. “Damn little boy, you can take a dick.”

“Thank you, sir,” slipped out of my mouth more natural than my name.

He stayed with the gentle rocking for a while as we both enjoyed the friction of our bodies together. Slowly he started to incorporate my nipples into our play. Twisting, pulling, sucking, biting, until they were bright red buoys on my pale sea of skin. The more he played with them, and I squeezed his cock with my ass, the more he moaned and moaned.

George stood up and put my feet flat on his chest. “You ready to get fucked?”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“That was just getting you used to it.”

Slowly his pace picked up and I could hear his knee click from the motion every now and again. With my feet pinned in the curve created from his pectoral going into his shoulder he started slamming into me harder and harder. His hands found my nipples and his rough fingers tortured my already tender skin. Faster and faster, he banged into me while his hands tortured squeezed and yanked on my tits.

The warmth of my own cum surprised me as my cock shot stream after stream.

George looked down at my body covered in my masculine glaze. “I still got it. Fuck yeah!” 

I couldn’t help but smile at the childlike elation he had for my hands-free orgasm.

“You want it in you or on you?”

“Fill me up sir.”

The pounding I had experience up to this point paled in comparison to the five minutes of jackhammering required to unleash his baby batter into my guts. His moans got louder and more animalistic with every thrust until his hands dug into my thighs and he pressed his cock as deep as he could into me. I’ve always loved the feeling of a man cumming in me, but this was otherworldly. The first few streams of his cum were release as he stood stationary, frozen in ecstasy, then he started rocking his cock back and forth as little spurts of jizz pounded my insides.

He stood for a while with my feet still planted on his chest, kissing the insides of my calves. Eventually the cock plugging and stretching my hole started to soften and my ass betrayed my deepest desires and evicted our limp invader. Instinctively, I spun around on the bed and cleaned the remnants of the evening off his cock, his cum and spit coating my face.

“Good boy.” 

He laid back onto the bed and pulled me close to him, resting my head on his furry chest. I wrapped my leg around him, my thigh resting over his warm crotch.

“What time did you set the alarm for,” he asked.

“Seven.”

“Set it for six.”

I reached over and made the adjustment. “Take you that long to get ready in the morning?” 

He playfully slapped my ass and turned off the lamp. Into the darkness he said, “No, I usually wake up hard and I got some quarters for the bed.”

I know he could feel my face smile against his chest.

It was just a start, eighteen-year-old Brian’s acting coach said, but “If you play your cards right, it will be a beginning of getting into the movies. You’ll have to do what you have to do, though.” Brian understood what that meant. He’d done what he had to do to get Andre Giroux as his acting coach and for Giroux to ferret out this movie opportunity for him. It’s hard to claim you won’t do what needs to be done to get favor from a man who is on top of you and inside you whenever he wants to be.

The movie was to be called Big Sky, which was the name of the big ranch in Oklahoma that the main setting for a movie about the advent of the oil empires was to be. This wasn’t Oklahoma, though. This was the first scene in the movie set in the horse country of Kentucky, at a thoroughbred stable in the rolling hills to the east of Lexington. This was the scene where the young, hunky Oklahoma rancher, Bret Emerson, was coming to buy a former champion racehorse for stud and wound up finding a southern belle to marry and take back to Oklahoma.

The stars playing Bret, Ray Fritz, and the movie character’s wife-to-be, Sissy, Laurie Tyler, were top box office stars of the day. Both were beautiful people who would burn up the screen with the sizzle they would display for each other in the movie. It didn’t matter that, off the screen, Ray preferred men and Laurie preferred women. This was the fantasy world of Hollywood. The minor, heartthrob lead, a ranch hand who would be something of a rival of Bret’s for Sissy’s attentions, was no more than a year older than Brian. Kyle Sheen was nineteen, a sultry and sulky rebel, and sex on a stick.

Brian had studied every moved Sheen had made on the silver screen so far. He wanted to be the sultry, bad-boy star and saw no reason why he shouldn’t be able to do so soon. Sheen was only a year older than he was. All Brian needed was a well-placed mentor and a break. He had pretty much gotten all he could out of Andre Giroux, and it was time for him to move up.

Brian would only be seen in this one take, which was totally separate from the bulk of the movie set that would be filmed in Oklahoma. He had been recruited for this small, nonspeaking part because of Ray Fritz’s needs and the film studios desire to keep its leading man in this film happy. The two had become acquainted and comfortable with each other before the filming of the scene, although to this point it had been suggestive talk and a bit of touching and fondling. It was all a stepping-stone progression. If Brian hadn’t put out for Andre Giroux, when Giroux was contacted for recommendations on extras for the movie, he wouldn’t have been able to reveal what extra services Brian would be willing to give.

Brian’s appearance before the cameras was a short one. The filming had come to Kentucky because the movie’s director, Carlos Stainer, wanted to be as authentic as possible. The Linden Hall stables housed the former racing champion, War Chief, who had been put out to stud. Stainer insisted on using a real thoroughbred race horse in the film. Also, Linden Hall had the typical antebellum southern mansion look that would contrast with what Sissy would find on the dusty Oklahoma ranch Bret took her to before it too was made magnificent over the years as oil made the family filthy rich.

Brian, trim, blond, bare-chested, tanned, and achingly handsome as an eighteen-year-old stable boy and jockey in the film, led War Chief out of the stables and into a large horse ring, set in a rolling, lush, green Kentucky setting. Bret and Sissy stood at the pristine-white-painted fence surrounding the ring.

“Show him what he will do still,” Sissy, a gorgeous, trim, but buxom young woman with mesmerizing violet eyes, called out, and Brian mounted the horse and rode around the ring, providing hazed-out background, while the close-up cameras caught the conversation between Sissy and Bret that presaged that these two would be married and would be dynamite in bed and power partners through life. Young, handsome, bare-chested, and horse-mounted Brian circled the ring in the background, ever in the suggestive view of the camera.

When the conversation had threatened to become too steamy for a southern belle on her first meeting with the man of her dreams, Sissy suddenly called out, “That’s enough, Johnny. Bring him over here.”

The tableau became the young jockey and horse approaching the somewhat embarrassed couple at the fence who both realized that more than the purchase of a stud horse was unfolding here. Sexy, bare-chested Brian became the center of attention of both man and woman to avoid eye contact between them long enough for the camera to catch what was happening here. The cameras couldn’t devote many frames to Bret looking at the Johnny character, though, because, as good an actor as Ray Fritz was, the camera could not hide his lust for the young man. The camera swung to Sissy feeding a carrot to War Chief and the delivery of her, “Take him back to the stable now, Johnny, and brush him down good.” Sissy’s look at the Johnny character was no less lusty and speculating as Ray Fritz’s had been.

As Brian led War Chief back to the stables, and Brian’s movie debut came to an end, the sulky rebel second lead sauntered up to segue into the next scene and to add another dynamic in the love interests in the movie.

That was it. That was the totality of Brian’s first movie role. His murmured “Yes ma’am,” was all he said in the movie. There was a brief effort by Ray Fritz to have his role expanded—to have him accompany War Chief to Oklahoma to continue to be the horse’s groom, but the writers and the director didn’t bite. Brian’s sexy, bare-chested role in the movie was there to establish the lusts of the two principle characters. Any carry through of these two with the stable groomer was left to the viewer’s imagination—at least in the movie version. The actors, Ray Fritz and Laurie were free to pursue their interests with Brian outside of the confines of the movie script.

This brief screen appearance was more than enough for Brian in starting his movie career, though. He’d been smitten with the looks both Ray and Laurie had graced him with through the three takes of the scene snippet that Carson Stainer had insisted on, but he was more smitten with Ray’s eye contact. He had good reason to know that Ray was already smitten with him—and that Laurie had no idea at all how and why Brian had gotten this small part in the movie—not that she cared. Although she too looked at Brian with lust, she had eyes more for the mannish actress cast to play Bret’s sister back at the ranch in Oklahoma.

Standing off behind the cameras, Carlos Stainer and Ray Fritz’s agent, Eddie Evans, were nodding their heads, pleased with how well the scene—and Brian’s and War Chief’s role in it—had gone. There would be sizzle for the secretly gay theater goers to revel in as well as the usual arousal of those liking to see the two leads together. Eddie Evans looked at eighteen-year-old Brian with a speculative eye. The acting coach had been right about the young man. He was as worthy to be studded and created into a movie legend as War Chief was in going to stud.

The young man was showing as much star potential has Ray Fritz had done when Evans discovered and recreated him.

* * * *

Brian juggled the cold six-pack of beer in one hand while perching precariously on the narrow steps up to the door of the dressing room trailer and knocking on the door with the other hand. Ray Fritz, just wearing athletic shorts and sandals opened the trailer door. His face lit up into a smile.

“Mr. Evans asked me to bring this beer to you,” Brian said.

“Ah, gift of the gods,” Fritz said, with a grin. “And I’m talking about the beer too. Eddie knows how to take care of his clients. It’s hot as hell in here. But don’t stand there for the world to see”—ever mindful of the curious press, he looked in all directions to see if they were being observed—“Come on in. Come on in.” He reached out, put an arm around the young man’s shoulders, pulled him into the trailer, and, giving the area another sweep of his eyes, shut the door.

“Here, Ben—”

“I’m Brian. Do you want me to go get Ben?”

“Brian. Whatever. I have script meeting this afternoon. I can’t possibly drink all of this beer myself. Have one and take a load off on the couch over there.”

“I really can’t. I’m only eighteen.” Brian knew, of course, that he was establishing more than a drinking age.

“But you’re such a mature eighteen. You’re old enough to mess around like we did yesterday, so you’re old enough to drink a beer. I’m king here, and the king says it’s fine.”

“Well, OK,” Brian said. He took a beer and sat down on the couch across from the door. The trailer wasn’t big, but it had everything needed in an on-location dressing room, including a kitchenette a bathroom not much bigger than you’d find in an airplane and a small bedroom, dominated by a double bed in the back. And it, and Laurie Tyler’s trailer, were, of course, the nicest ones on the set. Only the director’s trailer was better than this one. Brian would do almost anything to have a trailer on a movie set like this someday. A dressing table with a mirror surrounded by light bulbs had been wedged in against the wall separating the main compartment from the bedroom. The loaded costume rack took up enough space to be in the way of movement from front to back.

Fritz sat down on the couch, no wider than a love seat, beside Brian, put an arm around the young man’s shoulders and pulled him in close. He sniffed the young man’s hair. “Um, nice. Youths are so fresh. You did great on the set today.”

“Thanks,” Brian answered, his ego swollen whether or not the man was just trying to make him. A compliment like that from a major star was a real ego boost. Brian wished he could get it in writing.

“Yes, play your cards right and you can go far in movies.”

The man, of course, was telling Brian to lie back and open his legs to him. Brian wouldn’t give him any opposition in that department.

Impatient, Fritz didn’t let the young man sip more than half a can of beer, during which he’d unbuttoned the silk jockey’s shirt Brian was still wearing from the filming and was running his hand over the young man’s chest.

“You OK, Ben?”

“Brian. Yes, I’m fine,” the young man answered.

“You gonna lay down for me nicely, Brian?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Umm, you smell so nice.”

In short order Fritz took the can from Brian’s hand, reached over and put it on the table across from the kitchenette, and was pressing on the Brian’s shoulders.

“I think you know what to do now,” he murmured. “Acting is so demanding. You can help me a lot in releasing tension.”

Brian took the hint and turned on the couch. “Yes, sir, happy to help.” He went down on his knees between the man’s spread thighs, pulled the waistband of Fritz’s athletic shorts to under his balls, and took the actor’s erection in his mouth. He wasn’t appreciably long, but he was almost as thick as the beer cans they were chugging from.

When Fritz felt that any more sucking and he might blow, he pushed the young man’s face out of his crotch, took Brian up in his arms, rose from the couch, and stumbled the few feet needed to get them into the bedroom.

“So nice, so fuckin’ nice,” he murmured as they moved. “Such a fine, young body.”

Brian was lowered onto his back at the foot of the bed, and he started panting and moaning, as Fritz’s mouth and tongue worked his cock and balls and opened up his hole.

“So small and young. So fresh. So smooth and yielding,” Fritz murmured as he rose over the young man’s body, tonguing his way up Brian’s torso. Brian didn’t resist. Not only was he in awe at having the attention from one of the most popular male movie stars of the day, but also this was not unusual for him for the last few months when he had started his acting studies. He was not averse to attention from men by disposition to begin with. He had long known what his preference would be. But beyond that, ever since his acting coach had taken him under his wing and onto his couch, Brian had known that this was the give and take that was expected of him to get anywhere in the entertainment business.

He gave a little cry and arched his back, reaching for the man’s biceps and digging his nails in as Fritz worked hard to force himself in the slender young man’s anus. The man was a star in more than acting, and the size of his equipment no doubt had something to do with his own rise in an industry with a strong representation of gay men lining its underbelly. The star’s need and self-centeredness caused Brian no little suffering as the man asserted the primacy of his lustful demands. But Brian would endure. This was exactly the path to glory he wanted to be on.

In, out. Up, down. In, out, with Brian loosening up, giving more in to the demanding, thrusting cock as it dominated him.

The young man panted, groaned, and writhed a bit under the weight of the man as the mounting and thick penetration was completed, but as the thrusts took up a steady beat, he relaxed, lay back, willing himself to stretch to the movie star’s need, and turned his eyes toward the door into the other compartment. It was done. The man was in and mastering him. It wasn’t like Brian had never done this before. He set his own pelvis into a rocking motion, as Fritz established the rhythm of the fuck, whispering, “sweet, nice, sweet,” over and over again. This wasn’t anything that Brian hadn’t let his acting coach do. But this was a leading movie star. Brian was caught up in the glamor and opportunity of it.

What had caught the young man’s attention was the realization they weren’t alone. Eddie Evans, Fritz’s agent, had entered the trailer and was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, slouching against the doorframe, watching the fuck, his erection out of his fly and in his hand, being stroked.

He didn’t stand there for very long, though. He moved into position behind Ray Fritz. The movie star grunted and Brian could feel the man stiffen and shudder as, grasping his hips between his hands, Evans mounted Fritz from behind. Then for the next several minutes, it was a dance of the threesome: the movie star fucking the young man in the missionary position and the agent fucking the movie star in the doggy position.

The trailer rocked gently on its shocks and the three, fused in the fuck, moved to their individual releases.

* * * *

Ray Fritz had left the trailer—in a hurry, answering the pounding on the door. The script-reading session he’d had on for that afternoon was being held earlier than he had thought. He just pulled his athletic shorts and a T-shirt back on and, with a “More, later,” was gone.

The agent, Eddie Evans, didn’t leave, though. After seeing Fritz off at the trailer door, he came in the bedroom and sat on the bed beside where the eighteen-year-old, body-perfect young man, Brian, lay on his back, panting lightly, arms and legs vulnerably splayed, eyes clouded with the cum Fritz had just pumped into him. Evans wasn’t a handsome or fit man. He wasn’t exactly ugly, but he had the aspect of a ferret. He had no chin—certainly not a strong one like Fritz had—and he managed to be both emaciated-looking and have a pronounced paunch on him at the same time. He was nearly bald, with just a fringe of dirty brown, laced with gray, hair around the rim. What he did have was a godawful long dong when it was in erection, as it was now.

Just how much ambition did Brian have? How anxious was he to move up quickly? What was he willing to do for this ambition?

There was no sign of a condom packet nearby, but lube no longer was needed. The movie star had fucked Brian raw, barebacking him, the first time the young man had experienced that. Whether or not he actually could feel the release of the man’s hot cum inside him, he fantasized that he did—and that the heavenly endowed Fritz could strongly fire off repeatedly. The movie star had said he needed to feel it flesh on flesh. Brian’s thought was that it would probably catch up with the arrogant man someday, but he said nothing. He didn’t say “no,” he wouldn’t do it without protection. He went with the moment.

“There, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Evans said, putting a hand on Brian’s knee to make the young man turn and look at him. Brian gave a little shudder.

“No, I suppose not,” he answered.

“We do what we have to do in this business,” Evans said.

“I suppose so.”

Brian’s acting coach had warned him that, at this stage, the agent was more important than the movie star. The moment had come. Evans wasn’t the hunk that Fritz was. What lengths would Brian go to to advance in the industry? Would he open his legs for Evans as he had for Fritz?

“It isn’t just the actors, like Fritz who have to be satisfied on the way up,” Evans said.

“No, I suppose not,” Brian murmured, knowing exactly where this was headed.

Evans reached over and ran a hand up Brian’s leg, along the inside seam. Brian gave a low moan and spread his legs. The hand glided up to under the young man’s balls. A finger pressed into his hole.

“Such a handsome, desirable young man,” Evans said. Brian shuddered again, but he held. He went further on his back, raising his pelvis to give Evans greater access under his tail, to his now-gaping hole. Evan’s entered him with two fingers and spread him more open. Brian gave a little moan.

“I want—”

“Yes,” Brian muttered with a moan.

Would Evans want it bareback too? No, he didn’t. He’d come prepared. He scrambled around in the pocket of his trousers and came up with a condom foil. He stood up from the bed and let his trousers and briefs slide to his ankles, while, capturing Brian’s eyes with his, he split the packet, extracted the disk, dropped the spent packet into an ashtray on the nightstand, and crowned himself. He made no effort to hide from Brian what he was doing or what that inevitably meant. Brian offered no opposition.

“You really are a handsome young man,” Evans murmured. “You could go far.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” Brian whispered.

“I’ll take good care of you,” Evans said.

“Yes, Daddy. Take good care of me.”

The agent leaned over, looking down into the young man’s eyes, and glided a hand down the smooth, lightly muscled chest, over the belly, and into Brian’s downy pubes. He laced Brian’s balls between his fingers and distended the balls, receiving a gasp and a low moan from the young man. He then pressed a thumb into the base of the young man’s cock, which engorged for him.

“We’ll go slower than Fritz did,” Evans said. “More pleasure for you.”

Brian moaned, opening his stance more to the man. “Do me. Screw me.”

“Yes. Say yes,” Evans said, his voice hoarse with lust. “I have to hear you say yes again—specifically for this.”

“Yes,” Brian whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Evans’s other hand moved between the young man’s thighs, fingers going to and moving inside the hole again that Fritz, thicker but not longer than the agent, had stretched open. Brian’s response was to dig his heels into the bottom edge of the mattress and raise his pelvis to give the man’s fingers deeper access.

“Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”

Evans gave a low, throaty laugh. “You know I totally made Ray Fritz what he is today. He was gangly and scrawny when he came to me, dragging in wet behind the ears, like a half-drowned cat. I’d invited him to come in after seeing him drunk and dancing a table at a party. All I wanted to do at first was lay him, and I did. But I found he did have charisma even then. He had bad teeth, no vocabulary at all. He was shy and uncertain of himself. He couldn’t act worth shit. He was your age—eighteen. That was eleven years ago. He had far less raw talent and beauty going for him than you already have now. I told him I’d make him a star if he put himself in my hands—and I did. It took six years, but he is what you see now, at the top of the game in the movies. He only had to give me one thing in return.”

He paused, in case Brian wanted to ask the question. But Brian knew that answer. He lay there, entirely open and yielding to the talent agent, leveraging on his feet to rock on the fingers exploring inside him and to slide his cock through the loose sheath Evans was providing with the fingers of his other hand.

“You are already miles ahead of where Ray started,” Evans continued. “All I required him to do was to give himself to me totally—and to anyone else I gave him to—always to further his career. You already are beautiful and know how to act. I can make you a star—an even greater star than Ray Fritz is. Do you want me to make you a star too, Brian?”

“Yes, make me a star too,” Brian whispered.

“You will give me everything in return? Being a movie star means that much to you? The path to glory is a rocky one.”

“Yes, make me a star too,” Brian repeated.

Evans gave a low, growly laugh, came down on the bed, rolled over on top of the young man, between Brian’s spread thighs, mounted and penetrated him, and fucked the hell out of his new, willing, eighteen-year-old client. The first step on the path to glory. The agent takes the biggest cut.

Afterward, as Brian lay there, on his back, legs spread, and Evans sat on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette and gliding a hand over the younger man’s body, Evans said. “There’s an assistant producer on this movie set, Ward Barkley, who has a lot of clout.”

“Yes,” Brian said with a sigh, with both of them knowing what Ward Barkley wanted.

Evans laughed. “Yes, I think you’ll go far in this business, Brian.”

Ben woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning, something his body clock always did. He stretched as his wicked morning wood throbbed, begging for attention. The thoughts of yesterday’s endeavors were still heavy on his mind. He took his hefty rod in his fist, slapping it against his other hands open palm.  He began stroking himself with both hands, ensuring one to focus on his enormous sensitive cock head which was already oozing precum.

Ben was never typically one to jerk off in the morning, always being a get up and go to work type. With knowing the boy he fantasizing about was just a room away and knowing he needed more, he was feeling hornier then ever.  Of all the sexual conquests Ben had had in the past, he’d never quite felt the connection or energy dynamic like he felt yesterday with Trent. His massive boner pulsed harder as he thought about it. The more he pictured Trent, the more his curiosity got the best of him. He got up out of bed and walked over to the entrance of the room Trent was in, his huge cock leading the way, bouncing with each step as the wood floors creaked beneath him.

The door was slightly ajar, so he quietly pushed it open, his massive frame standing in the door way.  Trent was sleeping on his stomach, his hairless tight ass and little balls on display for Ben. His legs were spread just enough that he could get a glimpse of Trent’s tight smooth hole. He stepped in walking over to the bed as quietly as he could to not wake Trent. As he reached the bed he placed his big calloused hand on Trent’s perky, milky cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. He began prying Trent’s cheeks apart, exposing his perfectly tight puckered hole. He let his finger meet it, applying pressure but not yet pushing into him. Trent let out a soft sigh in his sleep as he did.

Ben couldn’t resist any longer as he leaned down and brought his face to Trent’s smooth ass, letting his big wet tongue start licking at Trent’s entrance. He dove in, rimming the boys tight hole, making sure too keep the perfect amount of pressure on him. Trent began moaning in his sleep, gently bucking his hips back onto Ben’s face as he unconsciously felt the pleasure. As Ben continued to eat his ass, Trent finally had so much stimulation that he woke up. He moaned out, feeling the tickle of Ben’s beard on his sensitive smooth ass, and Bens strong wet tongue teasing his virgin hole.

“Oh shit” Trent moaned out, gripping his pillow tightly and now really bucking his hips back against Ben. He could get used to being woken up like this. Ben really started going at it after seeing how eager the boy was, devouring Trent’s sweet hole. He started started digging his tongue in, pushing it deep into Trent’s tight little pink pucker.  Trent screamed out in moans of bliss. This was the first time he’d ever had his ass ate, and Ben was doing it like a pro.

Ben came up for air, forcefully flipping Trent onto his back without an effort and letting his legs lay on his big shoulders. “You’re a hot little fucker, boy.” He said with a devilish grin before diving back into Trent’s sweet hole. As he teased and tongue fucked Trent’s ass, he began stroking his own huge cock with one hand, and brought his other to Trent’s. Instead of stroking Trent, he let his big hand cup his little cock and balls. He began applying pressure with his thumb, massaging Trent’s taint, pleasing his prostate while he teased his sensitive hole.

“Ahhh, oh my god! Oh fuck!” Trent moaned uncontrollably, throwing his head back in bliss. Ben knew he had full control, and was getting off on how good he was making Trent feel. He loved that as much as he gave his small dick minimal attention, it was throbbing, and his little balls were getting tight. He knew Trent was close to cumming and he hadn’t the even touched his little cock.  As much as Trent tried, he couldn’t hold back any longer, the sensations were getting to be too much and pushing him over the edge.

“Oh Fuck… oh god… I’m… You’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned as he threw his head back against the mattress. His body shuddered and his pucker spasmed around Bens tongue. He was cumming hands free as he blasted his load across his smooth abs. Jet after jet of his cum spurted out of him as his body shot out in orgasmic pleasure.

As he finished he lay there panting, his orgasm was beyond intense and was something like this he hadn’t experienced before. Ben began kissing his way up to Trent, starting at his pulsing tight hole then making his way up his smooth hairless taint, till he reached his hairless little balls, giving each a little kiss. It cause trent to shutter as he intently watched Ben. Ben ignored Trent’s spent little cock as it oozed the last of his cum.

Ben stood up, his huge hard cock hot and leaking copious amounts of precum. He moved around so his cock head was directly above Trent’s face. He dropped it and started rubbing his massive slick head on Trent’s face. Trent loved it, opening his mouth willingly as he finally tasted the salty masculinity of Bens massive cock. He’d never be able to fit something so big in his mouth completely, but was eager to give it a try. Ben continued to stroke, depositing more precum directly into Trent’s waiting mouth and rubbing it on his lips, teasing the boy.

“You like how I taste, don’t you boy.” Ben commented as he watched Trent savoring him and obviously enjoying himself.

“So good.” Trent said biting his lip and looking up into Bens eyes. He reached up with both hands to give Bens massive cock a stroke. Trent’s hands were smaller then Bens and it looked almost comical just how big Bens cock looked being gripped by Trent. Trent stroked him, aiming his piss spit right at his mouth, opening up as wide as possible to fit what he could in. Ben loved watching Trents puffy lips stretched to their limits around his huge cock head. He couldn’t fit the whole head in, but he gave credit where do, the boy was trying and working his cock just right and was eager.

“Yeah, work that big fucking cock, you’re so fucking good.” Ben grunted as Trent worshiped his massive manhood. It was as if Trent knew exactly what felt good, like they were two puzzles pieces finding each other.  Trent was in heaven worshiping a cock so massive, it was something out his wildest fantasies. He had completely forgotten about the taboo of it all. He had planned to bring up the reason he found Ben in the first place this morning. Now he was questioning doing it all.

Trent could tell he was getting Ben close. His huge cock throbbed hard, expanding even more, and his big balls started to tighten up.  Ben was breathing heavy trying to hold his orgasm back, enjoying the feeling, but Trent was doing too good of a good job. “Fuck boy, you better get ready! I’m gonna – fuck I’m cumming! Oh fuck!!” He grunted. Trent’s mouth was filled as the first massive rope of cum shot into his waiting mouth. Ben shot with such force and volume, his cum began busting out around Trent’s lips that were still wrapped around Bens huge cock head. Trent quickly tried to swallow but not before another thick rope was shot into his mouth, followed by another rope. He had to back off Bens dick before he drowned in cum.

Trent had cum already excessively dripping down his chin and busting out all around his mouth. As soon as Bens cock was out of his mouth, a thick rope shot directly across his face, going from his upper lip to the top of his forehead. He savored the bitter, salty, masculine taste of Bens cum as rope after rope continued unloading on Trent’s face, painting him in cum. Ben was grunting in bliss, his orgasm rocked through his huge muscular body. Trent couldn’t believe how powerful this mountain of a man looked as he shot cum all over him.

His climax finally began to finish, his cum trickling from his piss slit. Trent brought his cock head back to his mouth, stroking his cock once more while he sucked the remaining cum from his cock. “Awwh Fuck boy, you’re such a good little cock whore.” Ben said as he watched Trent instinctively suck him dry. He ran a hand threw Trents hair to comfort him.  They both lay there, panting and catching their breath. Bens huge heavy cock resting on Trent’s face. “You handled that great, stud.” He said smiling down at Trent.

“That was incredible.” Trent responded, still panting but smiling up at Ben, covered in his thick warm cum. The two looked into each other’s eyes, completely lost in lust. The past two days had been a lot of firsts for Trent. First, time getting his ass ate, first time touching another man’s cock, first time tasting another mans cum, and first time potentially meeting his father. He loved the feeling of Bens thick cum on him, and he loved even more how he tasted. Then the thought of it being the same cum that made him somehow made the whole scenario hotter to Trent. He licked his lips, cleaning them and getting more of Bens cum in his mouth. “Your cum tastes so good.” He added with a big grin, knowing Ben would like hearing that.

“Mmmm, I knew you’d be my good a little whore.” Ben told Trent, his eyes full of lust as he looked down at the boy. Trent loved the power Ben had over him.

“Only for you.” Trent said biting his lip. Suddenly a knock at the front door snapped the two back to reality. Ben got up off off the bed, then another loud knock at the door. Trent stood up, still covered and dripping in cum.  Ben went and grabbed a robe to cover himself as he went to the door. It was a delivery man needing a signature for the new parts Trent needed for his car. Ben signed for the package and set the parts on a table, as Trent rounded the corner, wearing only a jock. Trent had cleaned the cum from his face and body.

“Your car parts are here.” Ben told Trent. He couldn’t help but stare at Trent’s smooth petite, yet toned, body.

“Oh, that’s great.” Trent said kinda excitedly yet disappointed. He didn’t want to leave Ben yet, not now with how much had happened between them.

“Yeah, but I hope that car never gets fixed. That way you can stay here with me.” Be  said, as he gave Trent that devilish sexy devilish grin he loved. It caused Trent’s heart to flutter hearing Ben didn’t want him to leave either.

They both cleaned up quick to get ready for the day, then made breakfast before heading out to the barn. As much as Ben didn’t want to fix it, he knew Trent would need his wheels eventually.

They pushed Trent’s little car into the barn, and put it on the lift so it could get worked on. Since Trent didn’t know too much, he assumed the role of tool grabber and flashlight holder as Ben worked on the car. Being a bmw, a ton of other parts had to be taken off before they could actually swap out the broken one. Ben tried to explain everything to Trent as he worked. Trent was impressed and intimidated by Bens mechanical knowledge.

A few hours later, the broken part was swapped for the new one and everything was put back together. Ben lowered the car to the ground and refilled the coolant, then had Trent start the car. The car roared to life, then sat at idle with no signs of leaks. “How bout we take this thing for a test drive and grab some lunch?” Ben suggested and Trent eagerly agreed. Ben crawled into the car, which was comical with his size. He had to push the seat as far back as it would go.

Trent tore off from the driveway, the little German car being quite nimble. Ben laughed as Trent threw the car into hairpin turns then shooting out of them. The boy could definitely drive and Ben couldn’t help but smile the entire ride.

“I’d say she’s running great!” Trent said a big smile on his face enjoying the drive. The day was perfect and sunny, a great day for a cruise.

“Good! No coolant lights or temperature issues?” Ben asked then glanced over at the gauges. He focused in when he saw a little picture, and was shocked to see it was an old picture of him! He was confused, what the hell was going on? He thought this kid showed up to his house randomly and now there’s a picture of him in the car.

“Everything looks normal to me!” Trent said back, not noticing that Ben saw the picture. Ben didn’t respond, just looked out the window as Trent drove lost in his thoughts. They reached the diner in town and Trent parked the car, backing in. Ben crawled out of the little car and they walked in together. Trent felt like there was something on Bens mind but couldn’t figure out what it was. Sheila was working and waved with a big smile as she saw Trent. The two sat at a booth and she came over with menus.

“There your are, was worried when I hadn’t seen you around.” She said to Trent, tousling  his hair on the top of his head and making it a little messy.

“My car broke down, Ben helped me out and put me up for the night.” He smiled at her then looked over at Ben. As Sheila looked over at Ben, he shrugged. He’d known Sheila, but never got close to her.

“Well, that was oftly sweet of you Ben. Glad you found him kiddo!” She said turning back to Trent and giving his shoulder a pat. “I’ll be back in a minute to take your orders.” She said and went over to check on another table. Ben noticed the remark of “found” Sheila had said. So Trent had been looking for him, it wasn’t some random encounter. What the hell was going on?

Sheila came back and asked for their order before Ben could say anything to Trent, but what was there to say? They both ordered breakfast for lunch. Sheila smiled at them both, she couldn’t help but notice how similar the to were aside from the size difference. They had the same brown hair, green eyes, extremely similar facial features, and they shared such similar mannerisms. Her own gears spun as she went to place the order with the kitchen.

Ben sipped his coffee trying to find some words to say. Trent beat him too it; thanking him for the work on the car, and everything else. He then jumped into asking about the town, how long ben had lived here, his past and upbringing and so forth. Ben explained he and his family had lived in the area his whole life, but he had only been in this town for about 20 or so years. His two brothers lived a couple hours south apparently. He was 43 now, had always enjoyed the simple life here, but also enjoyed going out to see the world.

It reminded Ben, that as compatible as he Trent were, they were still strangers. In turn, Ben asked Trent his story and plans for life. Trent went into detail about his upbringing with his grandparents, not touching much on his actual parents. Ben wanted to ask, but Trent drove right into the next topic before giving him the chance. He explained after he got kicked out for being gay, he wanted to start fresh and just kept driving till he got here. It seemed like the right idea as he didn’t know if college was the right move for him, and he too wanted to see the world.

Before anything else could be said, Sheila came over with their plates of food. She dropped them off and went on her way to the next table. As they ate, Ben finally asked about Trent’s actual parents. Trent explained how his mother died giving birth, and that he didn’t know who his father was. Trent’s heart was pounding as he explained it. He knew he should have said something to Ben but couldn’t find the words to say.

Ben gave him his condolences about the situation. Having lost his own parents when he was in his early 20’s, he couldn’t imagine the burden Trent had.  He also couldn’t believe having a kid and not being there for them at all. They finished eating and Ben left cash on the table, not letting Trent pay. As they walked out and climbed in the car, Ben knew he had to ask the burning question on his mind.

“So, can I ask you something else?” Ben asked as they pulled away from the diner. “I couldn’t help but notice you had a picture of me on the dashboard, and Sheila mentioned you “found” me…. What’s uh, what’s going on?  You like stalking me or…” Ben asked jokingly yet fairly bluntly. They reached a red light in town, and Trent’s heart was beating out his chest, he could barely hear anything other than his own pulse. His face went red and a his eyes welled up with tears. Ben noticed Trent’s state. “Woah, buddy, why don’t you pull over.” Ben added as the light turned green. Trent began to break down as he pulled the car off the road and into a street parking spot. Ben put his big hand on Trent’s shoulder trying to comfort him. He could tell Trent was struggling and heavily burdened. He hated seeing him like that.

Trent gave a few deep breaths to collect himself, grabbed the picture off his gauge cluster and gave it to Ben. “When my grandma was sending me off, she gave me this. Apparently my mom held onto it during her pregnancy. She alluded that…. Well…. Uhm..” Trent was struggling with it. He didn’t want to admit it out loud. Ben would think he’s a freak for knowing this and still being intimate with him. Ben gave him a look, his hand still squeezed his shoulder waiting for what was so hard to be said. “I think you might be my dad.” Trent blurted out. The car went silent, being filled with nothing but the soft purr of the cars engine at idle.

Ben just starred at the boy, taking a good looks at him. The words rang in his head. What the hell was going on? Trent did have such a resemblance to him the more he thought about it, but he was so small. There was no way Ben would have a kid that small, he thought.

“Who was your mom?” Ben asked. He’d had to known if he had sex with her.

“Julie Connors” Trent said. Bens eyes went wide, he did know and used to hook up with Trent’s mom, nearly 18 years ago, Trent’s age. Now it was Bens heart that was pounding. Julie was a smaller girl, that could explain Trent’s size. Julie was never able to handle Bens size though, they’d usually just make each other cum. He thought of the possibilities that he could have potentially gotten cum in her and knocking her up. There was always the possibility he supposed. “Don’t hate me.” Trent added after a long silence, breaking Bens train of thought.

“I don’t hate you, but we need to get to the bottom of this.” Ben said. He had Trent drive them to a clinic so they could get a dna test done. The test said they would have results in about 2 days. They drove home in silence, a bit of tension in the car. If Trent had known that He was possibly his father, why would he accept his advances, Ben was thinking.

He thought back the morning of the boy nursing on his massive dick, eating his cum, the cum that potentially made him. The image causing a bit of blood to rush to his cock, causing him to chub. He shook his head, knowing that shouldn’t be turning him on, but he couldn’t help it. Trent was a hot little fuck, and knowing he was kinky enough to pull a stunt like that really aroused Ben. Trent was waking up a sexual beast inside Ben that had always been there but never accessible. Regardless, Ben knew they’d  have to wait for the results and go from there.

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Jim McCready didn’t like starting his work day at 6:00, but he’d been dedicated to his CrossFit routine, and the flex schedule allowed him to carve out a couple of hours in the middle of the day. Besides, he realized he could bang out most of his work emails pretty quickly first thing in the day, as he had his coffee, without the distractions of the office or some “crucial” issue coming up.

He was in the middle of one of those emails when a light knock came from the direction of his office door.

His eldest son, Ryan, stood there, tall and bed-headed, wearing just a pair of gym shorts and one of his dad’s beat-up hand-me-down Auburn fraternity T-shirts that had become his favorite. Ryan was a football jock, a senior in high school now, and Jim was impressed at how much his kid was filling out that old T.

“Hey Dad,” Ry said, his voice still thick with his morning grogginess. Even Ryan’s voice had gotten deeper over the last few months, a reminder to Jim that his boy would be off to college very soon.

Jim pushed his chair back. He was already in his business casual for the office, khakis, loafers, button-down, quarter-zip sweater, and the cross necklace barely visible beneath the unbuttoned top of his shirt.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” he asked. When he was younger he used to chastise any of his four kids when they interrupted him at work. But a church seminar on spiritually guided parenting made him shift his focus, to put family first.

Ryan got a shy grin. “I just wanted to be honest with you… and I guess you’re gonna realize pretty soon, if you haven’t already…”

Two and two clicked for the middle-aged father. “Oh,” he said. “I take it you’re talking about the app?”

The nervous smile got a lot more nervous. “Yes, sir,” his son answered. “I had a weak moment this morning…. you know…” The football tight end shuffled on his feet a little.

His father wasn’t exactly happy. He’d convinced Ryan to install the accountability app on his phone. Covenant Watch. It pinged Jim anytime Ryan looked at a porn site or material flagged as sexual. Jim had even set up the same, installing Covenant Watch on his phone. Becoming accountability buddies with his son in the goal of a purer lifestyle. James McCready believed in practicing what he preached.

He’d only received two pings from the app before. Once was a mis-coded site, not porn. The other was a slip up. He and Ryan had a heart-to-heart talk about it, about temptation. And then they prayed. That was four months ago.

Something felt different now, but Jim couldn’t put his finger on it. “Anything you need to talk about, buddy?”

Ryan laughed. “No, sir, I’m good. I mean… I’ll do better. I promise.”

Jim nodded. He believed his son. Ryan was a good kid. Good student, great athlete, devout Christian, head of his FCA chapter at school. And yet, this was Ryan’s second accountability slip up.

“All right,” the dad replied. “And Ry… thanks for being honest with me, buddy.”

Ryan nodded. Maybe more chastised than his easygoing teen demeanor let on. “That’s what accountability buddies are for, right Dad?” He gave his father a longer look, then said, “Well, I’ll let you get back to work, sir.”

***

It was three days later. Ryan had fifth period free as a study period, with an arrangement to help out Coach Mitchell. Today he was actually studying for his AP biology test while Coach did some paperwork.

The phone buzzed in his pocket. He almost expected it was his best friend Braden Whitmore, but the dude had already gotten detention once for using his phone during Mrs. Clemens class, and even a dumb jock like Whitmore knew not to be that stupid.

It was a banner notification from Covenant Watch. James McCready, 8 flagged sites, 14 flagged pages.

Ryan’s heart beat excitedly. As he pulled up the accountability report, his suspicions were confirmed. Dad was looking up the videos Ryan had jacked off to Monday morning. Figures he would, the football jock reasoned. That’s what accountability was about. If he didn’t want his Dad to know he was watching porn, Ryan knew he shouldn’t watch the stuff to begin with.

But Ryan had only watched a couple of videos in his moment of hormonal weakness. It had been a really great stroke session. While the church didn’t have a problem with masturbation, their teachings made pornography the forbidden fruit. Just watch those videos of young jocks fucking some hot college chick was enough to make Ryan’s palm feel extra amazing.

His teen dick was boning up fast now, and he placed the Bio book on his lap to hide his hardon from Coach, who was engrossed his work anyway. Taking one good look to make sure it was OK to pull it up, Ryan scrolled through the full Convenant Accountability Report.

His father had first watched the ones Ryan had, but then continued to watch more of the Hot Guys Fuck videos on PornHub. Like five of them.

“Hey Coach,” Ryan spoke up. “Mind if I find the restroom?” Mitchell wasn’t as strict in study period as some teachers, but safer to ask.

“Yep, McCready… you know where it is.”

Ryan tried to play it cool, but it was like he couldn’t get to that men’s room stall fast enough. He shut the door and took his perch on the toilet seat and unzipped. Ryan pulled out his phone and ear buds. Helpfully, Covenant Watch had a link to the offending site, so it took just seconds to pull it up. He almost wasn’t even thinking that Dad would be aware he watched it. Ryan just needed to see.

It was a hot one all right. The dude was jacked in that collegiate jock way. HUGE dick, too, thick and veiny.

At times like this the football player was glad his father had left his foreskin intact. Slowly, Ryan worked his shaft with his bare fist as he watched part of one video, then another. Then another. All with the same model/star. Dad clearly was into this stud, and the idea made Ryan’s balls twitch with excitement. His hunk of a father had undoubtedly jerked off to the very thing Ryan was watching now…. tugging at that nice long Dad cock, working out a heavy, manly load… And then in the middle of the video a second buff dude entered the scene and started tonguing the dude’s balls along with the chick.

Ryan was coming, blasting hard. Cum splattered on the tile floor in front of him, and the rest dribbled down his first.

“Fuck!” he hissed then caught himself, glad no one else was in the restroom during the middle of fifth period. Hurriedly, he cleaned up and flushed the tissue paper down the toilet. The video was still running and Ryan was about to shut it off, when it occurred to him that his Dad would know he watched it. He knew he could in a pinch pass it off as being an accountability buddy, just seeing what Dad had clicked on. His Dad probably wasn’t dumb, but it’s not like his old man hadn’t done that to him.

But, fuck, a part of Ryan didn’t want to get off easy. He clicked on the “Bisexual” tag and scrolled till he found a hot looking one. Then hit play. He didn’t even need to let the whole thing run. He had to get back to Coach Mitchell’s office pronto, anyway. But this would be enough. His Dad would know.

Ryan shut the video and stuffed his phone and earbuds back in his pocket. He washed up and made his way back. Now he was trying to play it cool in a different way, trying to calm his breathing and hoping that he hadn’t totally fucked up.

***

Jim could barely look Ryan in the eye that evening. The father could not believe he’d been so incredibly weak that afternoon, but it had been a slow day at the office, and just, well… he was horny as fuck. He’d actually jerked off on Tuesday just looking at the names of the websites Ryan had watched. That’s before the guilt had sunk in. He should be leading his son away from sin, in Christian stewardship.

Then that afternoon guilt gave way to horniness. He’d watched more. And not even thirty minutes later, Covenant Watch was sending its accountability report.

The thing that had caught him off guard now was that Ryan was doing his best to act cool. Jim knew his son was nervous as fuck, as nervous as he was, but every body language signal his son sent out over dinner or as he helped his Dad cleanup and do dishes was “it’s cool, Dad.”

The tension was still thick as they were alone in the kitchen. Ryan broke the spell, leaning in to whisper, “You mad at me, Dad?”

Jim shook his head. For all the emotions he was feeling he wasn’t upset at Ryan. He had to wonder why he wasn’t. “No…” he replied back in an equally soft whisper. “It’s just we shouldn’t have done it.”

Ryan gave a grin, though it was more of a supportive one than a cocky one. Jim never felt as much as he did now that his eldest was all grown up, 18, fully sexual. “I know, Dad… it’s just… knowing you were looking at those sites, too…” He didn’t finish his thoughts be he didn’t have to.

“Not my proudest moment,” Jim said. “This stays between us?” He KNEW he shouldn’t be asking his son to cover for his own shortcomings as a man and a father. Accountability had become conspiracy. But he also knew he didn’t want Kelly knowing what he’d done. He’d rather lose face with Ryan than that.

“Course, Dad,” Ryan said. “I guess that means I’m not grounded or anything…” OK, now that cocky smirk was there.

Jim had to laugh. “Nah, kiddo, you’re not grounded.”

The conversation had cleared the air a lot. Jim felt better, and as he got ready for bed that evening, he reflected that his own lack of conjugal connection with his wife had put him in the mindset where he’d stray. Not that he was blaming Kelly for any of his shortcomings. But the idea of the no-porn pledge was to channel his male desires into marriage.

But Kelly rebuffed his attempt to initiate sex that night. Any other night, it would have felt normal. Marriage was a partnership and both people had to want sex. That night, though, it was like Jim McCready was looking for a lifeline. Looking for his wife to save him from more debased desires.

Those desires came hard and heavy, as the father tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep. They continued even as he did enter his deep REM sleep. And they were there when he woke up at 5 in the morning, rock hard as he’d ever been.

Jim lay awake thinking about the bisexual scene and how he wanted to watch more… how he got excited by the two guys kissing, or one dude sucking the other one. This wasn’t the first time in his life that he’d had gay fantasies, but they seemed surprisingly strong now.

He looked over the clock. Earlier than he got up, but not too early, he decided. He slipped out of the bed and found some sweats to put on. He went to start the pot of coffee and then made his way to his home office and shut the door.

Last night everything had seemed clear in his head. He’d implied to Ryan that they’d stop this escalation. Only this morning, he was horny as fuck. Moreover, the more he replayed last night’s conversation with Ry, the last he was convinced that his son saw it as a stop to things.

Already, Jim was pulling up Pornhub on his phone. With his heart beating, he clicked on the “Straight” selection on top and changed it to “Gay.” The algorithm did the rest. The page filled with thumbnails of hot, muscled collegiate-jock looking guys. Handsome, clean-cut. Jim turned down the volume on the phone and pressed play for one…

***

Ryan woke up and when he looked at his phone there was a Convenant Watch notification. 27 forbidden sites accessed.

“Dad, you naughty fucker,” he said aloud as he sat up in bed and looked at the full report. Already he was pulling down his briefs and taking his morning wood in hand.

***

Jim was a little disappointed that Ryan only watched one of the videos. Then he started getting freaked out. Maybe the gay video was a step too far. They’d shared some bi-ones, but this was different. As he got dressed for work after showering, his whole body shook. What if Ryan wasn’t gonna keep this between them? If his son told anyone, Jim was royally and truly fucked.

But as he walked into the kitchen, everything was normal. His family was there eating breakfast. Ryan had gone through a phase of skipping breakfast or maybe just grabbing a breakfast bar, but now he was working out a lot and had football, and the kid now was eating nonstop.

“Morning, Dad,” his daughter Olivia said as Jim came in and poured his second cup of coffee for the morning.

“Hey Princess,” he winked, then Kelly greeted him, but mostly laid out the plan for shuttling the kids from practice that afternoon. Her bossy planning mode used to annoy the hell out of Jim, but now he appreciated how his wife kept it all running. They had four amazing children, who were growing up fast.

Some faster than others, Jim thought with a gulp as he looked over at Ryan, scarfing down eggs, sausage, and toast. At least the kid wasn’t giving him the silent treatment or even seemed bothered.

It out the door time, now. Kelly took the two youngest, Sara and Mitchell, while Ryan would drive Olivia to the high school they both attended. Jim went to his office to retrieve his hard drive and papers to take in. He took one final check around to make sure he’d cleaned up the cum from earlier. It had been a big load, for sure.

He heard a knock.

“Hey Dad.” It was Ryan’s voice. Quiet, almost as his son stepped in and shut the door softly behind him. “Just wanna say, sir, you have good taste.” Ryan had his normal polite kid demeanor, but that smirk coming back.

That caught Jim off guard. Ry’s words but more than that his nonchalant approach. “Yeah, buddy?”

Ryan nodded, like he was getting turned on a little just talking to his father like this. “Oh yeah… I mean, I couldn’t make it through one before losing it.” His eyes locked with Jim’s for a second. It turned the father on, and yet he also felt the earth was opening beneath him. Swallowing him to Hell. “Anyway… catch you later.”

“Yeah,” Jim croaked in reply. Mad that he couldn’t be the responsible dad. Mad that he was letting his libido drive things. “Have a good day, son.”

 ***

Jim felt deeply ashamed. There was the shame that he’d caved to his baser sexual urges. Even when he having conjugal relations with his wife, the married father imagined he was fucking some nubile 19 year old porn chick from the Hot Guys Fuck video. Then, as Jim got closer and closer to cumming, Jim imagined a hot, jacked college dude in bed with them, hot masculine hands touching his body while he fucked. The very forbidden notion made him cum like gangbusters. And kept him hard after.

But the real shame came from the fact that his son had more willpower than than him. After the two escalated their infractions on the Covenant Watch app, Ryan stopped looking at porn. Cold turkey, stopping as quickly as he started. There were some exchanges of eye contact between them, almost like Ryan was apologizing silently for stopping the little game the two were playing. 

Jim never felt prouder of his boy. He’d imagined his role as a father was to lead his family by Christian example, and here his eldest was taking that role for him. It was humbling as hell, but Jim McCready also realized that humility was part of the church’s teachings. His Ryan had led him astray almost to teach him that lesson. 

And it was reassuring to have his world returned. Family life. Church twice a week, dinners together, soccer practice for the younger kids, football games on Friday. 

Thanksgiving Eve was the big end of regular season for Ryan’s team. Practically a high holiday in their small town. It was a close game, which only made the victory that much more thrilling. On a Ryan McCready TD catch no less. 

 It was a storybook end to his son’s high school football career, which is what made the notifications on his phone bright and early Thanksgiving morning that much more of a surprise. 

 Covenant Watch showed 92 infractions. 

“Fuck!” Jim thought to himself, almost saying it out loud. He was mad at Ryan, genuinely mad. This wasn’t dipping his toes into sin, it was wallowing in it. And Jim was mad that Ryan was doing this only because the teen expected his father wouldn’t do shit to stop him. Jim was angry he’d been made accomplice to this, because of his own weakness.

Jim slipped on some casual clothes and made his way to his study. He wasn’t sure he could use the excuse of checking work emails on Thanksgiving morning, but he needed privacy. 

Every video was a gay porn video. Jim began clicking on each link. There were ones of jocks with coaches, and ones with two college-looking guys fooling around. There were amateur hookup ones, and some gloryhole cocksucking vids. Jim was lightheaded as he watched each one. 

He wasn’t going to get through 92 of them, or close. He didn’t have time. And he was too turned on. He quietly lowered his sweats and spit into his palm. He went back to one of the coach and jock ones and pressed play. Four tugs was all it took for the man to send his cum flying all over his desk. 

“Fuck!” he grunted as he came down. He grabbed some Kleenex to wipe off and clean up. He felt out of control, like a teenager, like Ryan, but strangely the intense emotions of guilt were gone. A good orgasm will do that for you.

Even when his son came down for breakfast, sleepy from what was clearly a late night stroking off, Jim didn’t feel self conscious. Ryan and he had more in common than he ever expected. Jim wondered if he’d have to have a talk to check in with his son.

Ryan took a private moment later that morning to lean in and whisper to his father. “I needed to treat myself after winning the game last night,” he said. “Hope that’s OK, Dad.”

Jim McCready was in full accomplice mode now. Ryan knew he wasn’t going to say anything or do anything. And the comment was as much to save face for Jim as anything. 

Still, the father didn’t want to let on that anything bothered him. If Ryan was gonna make Jim his accountability accomplice, he was gonna lean into it all. “With that catch buddy, you probably earned more than 92 dings.”

Ryan was surprised, at first. But then broke into a smile. “That was pretty awesome, right?”

Jim clipped his son’s strong back with his hand, a paternal pat of affection. “Insane, Killer…” Jim winked. “Doesn’t mean you don’t get out of helping out your mother today, though.”

Ryan laughed. One of his duties was to help with the prep and cleanup for his mom for Thanksgiving dinner. He was kind of her go-fer for the morning. “I’ll get dressed.”

***

Jim felt like he’d handled it well. This was just Ryan’s hormones spiking. The kid would get over his kink soon. Find his willpower again. Hopefully settle down with a steady girfriend, though Jim’s doubts there were starting to nag him. 

Besides, he had his own hormones out of control. He found himself with an alone moment and idly pulled out his phone. “Two can play at this, kiddo,” he said quietly and pulled up Pornhub. Selected Gay setting and searched for “coach.” Some of the thumbnails looked fake. 28-year old “jocks” with 30-year old “coaches.” Fake sets, fake clothes. But one was real enough. Hidden camera, dim lighting, real bodies. The jock was of age, Jim reflected thankfully, but maybe a college freshman or sophomore. Bent over a standard-issue metal desk and getting railed by a beefy coach, zip up top and whistle around his neck and naked from the waist down. 

Jim McCready was hard as a rock. Even after jerking off that morning, his dick pressed a thick ridge in his jeans. He didn’t have time to watch more than this and over the next four minutes he forgot he was doing this to taunt Ryan. He was caught up in the fantasy and his own bodily response to watching two men fuck. 

“Fuck,” he hissed as he closed the vid and slid the phone back in his pocket. He was hyperventilating. He reached down to grip his boner, trying to pinch it into submission. Thinking about his work stresses or the friendly wager he had with his buddies on the Cowboys and Lions games that day. 

When he was presentable, he made his way back to the family room. The younger kids were watching some movie on TV, and the domestic scene made Jim feel another pang of guilt. He had a wonderful family, a devout family, and here he and Ryan were sinning. Not just sinning, but enjoying their mutual sin. 

But the father let his attention drift into the movie. 

“Hey Dad,” Ryan’s voice said from behind him. Jim turned to see his strapping son standing there, car keys in hand. “Mom wanted me to go pick up some milk at the convenience store… need anything?”

Jim used to chastise Ryan for going out underdressed for winter weather, but the kid seemed not to have a normal relationship to cold. It might be Alabama, but it was still November. Only now the father was glad to see Ryan in just shorts and his FCA t-shirt, the gold cross necklace matching his father’s. Maybe it was the way Ryan’s clean-cut image hid a truly naughty side. 

“I’m good, buddy,” he said, trying to take his eyes off his son’s lean, tall, muscular body. 

Jim was still processing his thoughts after Ryan left when he felt his phone vibrate. There was a text from Ryan. 

“Good taste.”

It was cheeky and impertinent and just the right thing to write to turn Jim on. Somehow Ryan’s text arrived right before the Covenant Watch notification. “Video watched: Pornub, Coach fucks player after the game”

Jim McCready’s heart pounded. He slyly looked to make sure the family was engrossed in the TV before he typed a reply. “I would have thought 92 would have been enough for you, kiddo.” Gently chastising but mostly playful.

Ryan’s reply was immediate. “I’m 18, Dad. What do you think?”

Jim’s throat felt tight. He was getting horny. Again. The idea of Ryan getting off multiple times a day fueled his imagination. “I think I should be stricter with you,” he wrote back. Jim couldn’t tell if he meant it tongue-in-cheek or earnestly. 

Ryan didn’t reply. Hell, for all the times he’d told his son not to text and drive, he should have been happy. But Jim worried he’d put an end to his game. And he hated that he wanted it to continue.

Ryan picked it back up when the father least expected it. There was always a flurry of activity in the McCready household as the kids helped their mother bring all the food to the table and as Jim poured the water glasses at each place setting. They were just sitting down when Ryan appeared, face flushed. His son was up to something, Jim knew, and from the buzz in his pocket, Jim had a good idea what. 

“Let’s say grace,” he said. Then he led the family in prayer.

The meal was sweet torture for Jim. Keeping his good-father poker face on while they ate and talked. He didn’t feel boner-horny but that kind of nervous energy horny. And Ryan’s flitting eye contact had something else going on. The kiddo was nervous. 

And when they’d finished up, Ryan offered to do Jim’s normal task of cleaning up. “You go watch the game, Dad,” he said. “I got this.”

Jim’s wife gave a look of pleasant surprise. Jim returned it the best he could but he had a feeling Ryan had an ulterior motive. 

The women in the McCready household would watch Auburn football but had no use for the NFL. So Jim’s wife and their two daughters got ready to go out to the park for a post-meal walk. They were always making talk about eating too much and needing to walk off their meal. 

They’d barely left when Jim checked his phone. The Covenant Watch notification read: ” Video watched: XVideos, Gaycest, Sauna Time.” The father looked over at his two boys. Mitchell was engrossed in the game. Ryan was pretending to be, while sneaking glances over at his dad.

Jim gulped. His heart raced. This was so wrong. 

Slyly he picked up his phone again and typed out a text to Ryan. “Can’t wait to watch it buddy.” Blushing as he did.

Ryan smiled as he read it. And quickly typed back a reply. “It’s really good, Dad.”

Jim was throwing hard. He didn’t really want Ryan to see his boner, and he definitely didn’t want Mitchell seeing it. With a lewd thought the father realized his younger son would probably grow into the studly jock looks Ryan had. But that was a ways off.

The dad slid the phone into his pocket and waited for a commercial break. His hardon had almost gone down. Almost. He stood up from the couch and made his way to the restroom. He probably didn’t have a lot of time, but he needed to watch this, at least part of it.

His heart was in his throat he was so excited. The title promised the taboo material, but surely this wasn’t gonna be what Jim thought it was? As he clicked and watched, it was. There wasn’t any explicit dad-and-son dialogue, but the two guys were clearly cast that way, in a sauna, getting hard with each other, before sucking each other. 

Jim wanted to stroke. But he was already taking longer in there than he should. If Mitchell hadn’t been around, he thought with a shudder. With a pinch at the base of his prick, he willed himself into a softer state then stuffed his meat back into his briefs.

His face was flushed when he returned. Ryan noticed and had a grin. Mitchell was oblivious. 

“Good?” came Ry’s text.

Unconsciously, Jim nodded. But he typed anyway. “The best I’ve seen.”

Ryan gave a darting glance over to his little brother. The jock was enjoying the sneaking around, Jim knew. Jim couldn’t tell if he enjoyed that part too or if it was just uncomfortable torture. 

A message came in on Jim’s phone. “I’ve thought about that for a while.”

Jim hadn’t. But he knew he would now, and the idea Ryan had perved on him only made the idea hotter. “Yeah buddy?” he typed, now getting into the flirtation.

“You have no idea Dad.” Ryan’s cocky expression was giving way to a shy one.

Jim grinned now. “Maybe you can tell me sometime.”

“I’d like that sir.”

Jim McCready was boned now. Full on hard. He angled his body so Mitch couldn’t see. But he spread his legs so Ryan could. 

The high school senior smirked and did his own manspreading. There was a hard ridge riding up his son’s loose shorts. 

Just then the front door opened, the sound coming in from the other room. The women were back.

***

Ryan woke up late. He’d stayed up edging before finally shooting a huge load. It wasn’t quite 92 videos this time, but it was a couple dozen. And some incest porn stories. He was a little mad at himself for even denying himself porn before. 

He had to laugh at his morning wood now. His father had actually eyed up his cock. And shown his own. Ryan leaned up in bed. Plenty of time to take care of his needs later. Maybe he and Dad could tease each other some more. Ryan was VERY surprised at how this had escalated. Maybe the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.

And, as he checked his phone, there were 117 Covenant Watch infractions. Most incest themed, at least the top listings. Ryan didn’t bother to scroll through them all.

“Fuck!” he gasped. 

He got dressed and made his way down to the kitchen. It was empty and he could see why. It was 10 AM. His mom and sisters liked to hit the Black Friday sales. Ryan wandered through the house. He had a good idea where his father was. Indeed as he approached his father’s study, he saw the door cracked. He gave a quick knock.

“Come in, buddy,” came his father’s voice. 

His dad was seated as his desk, in his preppy polo shirt that molded to his fit muscular upper body. From where Ryan stood he wasn’t sure what his father was wearing below the waist, but the man’s hand was down at his crotch, clearly jerking off while he held the phone in his other hand. 

Jim looked up at him with a horny look. “Mitchell’s over at his friend’s, the girls are gone… it’s just us, Killer.” The tone was jocular but with a raspy edge to it.

“Yeah?” Ryan asked. The implications setting in.

Jim nodded and with a fateful motion he set down his phone and stood up. The man was indeed naked beyond the polo, and a thick hard ridge of dad meat stood up, a slight curve to the otherwise ramrod straight boner. 

“Fuck!” his son gasped. Any retreat of his morning wood was giving way to a renewed hardon. 

Jim’s heart raced. This was so wrong, and he couldn’t even believe he was doing this. Showing off his cock to Ry. But the young stud had worked him up, enraged him as surely as waving a red flag at an angry bull. The father’s libido was now out of control. “You wanted to see me, right?”

Ryan nodded. He’d been the one to push the envelope so it was wild to see his father take the initiative like this. Silently he pushed his own shorts down, over his matching teen boner. 

“Nice…” Jim grinned. “You’re hotter than those porn dudes,” he added.

Ryan could barely speak he was so horny. “You, too. I mean… fuck!”

Jim walked around, slowly, his thick hard paternal dick waving some with his steps. “We got a few hours alone, buddy.”

Ryan was moving toward his dad, too. Was this really gonna happen? The touch of his father’s hand on his hip was the first indication it would. Then a second later, their dicks touched, two McCready cocks making contact. 

“God help me, son,” Jim hissed as leaned in and turned his head just slightly before his lips pressed against Ryan’s.

The jock was light headed as he felt his father’s tongue trace his lips, then press into Ryan’s opening mouth. It was his first french kiss was a dude, and it was his own dad. The videos of incest had been hot as fuck, but this was on another level. Pure mindblowing thrill. He hissed back and started feeling up any bit of his dad’s body he could.

Jim was doing the same, humping Ryan’s hard crotch and feeling up the kid’s bare ass. “My room or yours buddy?” the man finally asked with a bedroom voice Ryan had never heard from his father. It was one that could have barely imagined. Sultry, deep, and playful. 

“God, yours, Dad,” he hissed. It was SO wrong to fool around in his parent’s bed, and yet that’s what Ryan wanted.

Jim grinned at that and gave Ryan’s rump a light slap. For 18, the kid had an amazing rump, muscular and thick. “Naughty boy,” he hissed. “My room it is.”

Ryan’s heart was pounding double time as his Dad led the way. Jim had an incredible ass, too, meatier and thicker with age. But his father was in shape and still a total stud. The two stripped down completely before the man sat on the bed’s edge and pulled Ryan’s cock body toward him. They kissed in that position a second, before Jim grunted and used his strength to leverage his football jock son up and on to the mattress.

Ryan was seeing a new Jim McCready, and feeling his father in all the man’s nakedness too, as Jim climbed on top of his son, kissing and mauling every inch of the younger flesh.

“Dad,” Ryan grunted. So turned on, but his mind racing a million miles an hour. “We could get caught.”

“Fuck yeah we could,” Jim growled before covering his son’s mouth with his own. Again, that deep tongue kiss, more urgent than before. Jim McCready was full-on enraged with lust and it was rubbing off on Ryan. The older man had a grin when he finally pulled back. “But we’re probably not gonna.”

Already his was using his legs to push his son’s legs apart. “You cherry, Ry?” he asked in a throaty rasp.

Ryan nodded. He was nervous but harder than he’d ever been in his life. Feeling his dad’s body, seeing his dad’s cock, and witnessing his dad’s sexual hunger. That gold cross necklace a reminder of his father’s outstanding public persona, a contrast to the sin they were committing now. “Yes, sir.”

That answer made Jim’s nostrils flare in excitement. Already he was reaching over for lube in the nightstand. It didn’t get a lot of use. His and Kelly’s sex life was normal, vanilla, and while Jim resorted to masturbation some he kept his habit in check. At least until lately. 

“You can say no anytime, Ryan,” he said, the father role returning, even as he applied the liquid to his son’s jock hole.

“I want it, Dad,” Ryan answered, his body breaking into goosebumps to feel his Dad’s finger circle then penetrate his tight sphincter. He looked down at where Jim’s arm was wedged between his spread legs and back up into this dad’s hungry eyes. “I’m scared,” the teen added. “But I want it.”

Jim nodded. His finger pressed in and out slowly. “I got ya buddy. I just want this SO bad.” He leaned in and kissed his boy while he fingered Ryan with a second digit. Then a third.

They didn’t extend the foreplay. They were too worked up, and they’d been building up to this for the last 24 hours. 

Ryan wish it didn’t hurt, but the penetration stung. 

“There, buddy,” Jim said, the softer side of his bedroom voice coming out. “I’m inside in ya, Killer. Inside my son.”

“Fuck, Dad,” Ryan gasped. The psychological side of the incest fuck was winning out over the physical sensation. 

More dad dick was sliding in him. “This is what you wanted right? What you wanted when you first sent me those videos?”

Ryan pulled his legs wider. Trying to accept his father inside him. He needed every inch of his dad now. “I don’t know. Is this what you wanted when you set up the accountability buddies thing?”

Jim bottomed out and wildly kissed his son again. Not a protracted kiss, but deep. He pulled back with a leer on his face. Already his was pumping Ryan, fucking him. “I had no fucking idea, Killer. No idea how depraved I was.”

“I like you depraved, Dad.” Ryan said, maybe louder than he should. But they had the house to themselves. Hopefully.

His dad’s hips pumped faster. The physicality of the cock thrusting in and out felt good to Ryan, the harshness turning into a pleasant intensity that made his ass and cock and hole buddy buzz. 

“You got it, Ry. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you.” The man was losing focus, the pleasure and tightness of Ryan’s ass getting him close so soon. He paused and reached over for the lube again. He’d watched this in the videos, the bottom jerking off while getting fucked. He wanted his son to get off, too, like one of those porn dudes.

The second Ryan’s hand wrapped around his lubed prick, the sensations in his ass felt night and day different. No longer challenging, every movement of his father’s cock, whether small or deeper, made his cock feel more pleasurable.

“Go for it, buddy,” Jim urged. Fucking faster, leaning in more to gaze down into Ryan’s youthful handsome face. The father was gonna cum any minure, any second, but he hoped his son would get there too.

“Fuck me Dad!” the jock cried, his toes curling and his body entering a deep O. 

“God yeah, Ry! Shoot it!” Jim watched in excitement as heavy ropes of white cum shot out and landed on Ryans’ mostly smooth ripped torso. 

Three more hard shoves was all it took for Jim to unload. Ass fucking was so different than sex with Kelly. Jim was addicted. 

The father and son made out, clinging to one another while the dad’s prick slowly softened and retreated it.

Jim was in tender lover mode as he stroked Ryan’s hair and held the boy close. “So.. I got your cherry….”

“Yes, sir,” Ryan said. It was wild the number hormones did on you, the teen thought. Making you hard charging one minute, clingy the next. He’d experienced this with girls, but with his dad it was a hundred times deeper. “I’m glad you got it.”

“I’m going to hell,” Jim said, half a joking comment but the religious misgivings were real and coming on strong.

“It’ll be worth it,” Ryan said softly. “Please… don’t freak out on me, Dad.”

Jim gave a smile and patted Ryan’s warm chest. “OK, no freaking out, buddy. Promise.” He looked up at the clock. “We have maybe two hours. Wanna get showered off?”

Ryan nodded. He was glad his father helped him up off the bed. The jock felt surprisingly drained from the sex. 

The energy came back as they shared a shower, though. Sudsing and rinsing each other. Kissing each other beneath the spray. Getting hard again. Jim held his son and pulled the wet warm athletic body toward his. The kid was right. Hell would be worth it. His hands snaked down to cup Ryan’s bubble ass, a finger digging in naughtily. 

“How you doing down there, Killer?” Jim asked, concern but also flirtation in his voice. The father felt very honored to have taken his stud son’s anal virginity.

Ryan gave a soft grin. “Empty, sir.”

Jim let out a soft grunt. He kissed Ryan, harder, then pulled off and turned the football jock around. 

Ryan knew what was happening and he wanted it. Who knows how often he and Dad would have the chance for this. He braced one arm against the tile wall and reached back to pull one cheek apart, letting his father in. 

Jim was fuck hard now, and quickly sudsed up for lubrication. The entry was easy now, Ryan now learning how to relax. 

Ryan grunted a grunt of pleasure. His dad hit some amazing spot deep inside him. “Yes,” he hissed just as he felt his dad’s lips kiss the back of his neck. 

“It’s like fucking honeymoon sex,” Jim growled. Thrusting into his boy once more. 

It was a thrill to hear his dad curse and get that bedroom voice. But Ryan’s head also went to the idea of his dad fucking his mother on their honeymoon. Maybe that’s when Ryan was conceived…

Their pairing was less verbal as the men communicated with their bodies. Jim’s slow but urgent pump in and out of Ryan’s ass, the father’s hands caressing and holding the jock’s wet muscle. Ryan arching his back in just the right position to be taken. 

Jim came alone this time. His muscular middle aged body thrusting more spasmodically into his son’s smoother one, the grip around Ryan’s torso getting tighter and more possessive as he nutted inside his son’s bare ass for a second time. Then the soft kisses and relaxation returning. 

“God, Dad,” Ryan whined. He so turned on. He never wanted this feeling to end yet he also needed to get off.

There was that light smack again as Jim withdrew. “Turn around,” came the back of an order.

Ryan complied automatically, showing off a hardon that was matched in size and shape to his father’s. Not a twin, but clearly related.

Already Jim was crouching down in the shower, the spray soaking his hair as he leaned in and swallowed his boy’s prick. 

“Yeah!” Ryan gasped. He was so primed it wasn’t going to take long. Just six or so bobs of his father’s mouth on his cock did it. Ryan was spurting hard and heavy into Jim’s craw.

The jock didn’t know what to expect but he watched as his dad clearly swallow it all. The man had a proud look on his face when he finally stood up too. “All right, let’s get dressed. I better air out the bedroom too.”

Ryan was concerned that the post-nut business-like vibe was his Dad’s way of feeling guilty. Or dealing with the guilty. As he went back to his room and got properly dressed, Ry felt like he should be feeling guilty himself. But he wasn’t. He went to his father’s study and gathered his and his dad’s shorts and brought them and his father’s phone to him. 

“No one can fucking know,” Jim said. Not harshly but clearly needing to say it.

“Of course, Dad. Jesus.”

Jim smiled and patted Ryan’s arm. “You’ve certainly grown into a fine looking man.”

Ryan grinned back. He could see a glint in his dad’s eyes. “You wanting round three, sir?”

Jim laughed. “Can’t fucking risk it, buddy. But yeah…”

An idea occurred to him. “Why don’t you keep a watch?”

That got the dad excited. “You mean?” 

Ryan nodded. So Jim stepped to the bedroom window, where he could peer out onto the driveway. 

Meanwhile his son knelt down and started unzipping his father’s jeans. The dick was plump and firmed out completely in Ryan’s fingers. 

“Oh yeah, buddy,” Jim hissed. Ryan had about as much technique as he did – not a lot – but it didn’t matter. His kid was eager and the idea of getting a Ryan McCready blowjob had Jim getting close in due order. 

“I’m gonna blow,” that bedroom voice hissed. A warning. 

Ryan kept at it, though, sucking a little faster and trying to take another inch of his dad’s cock into his throat. The whole experience was incredible. He didn’t even know if he’d enjoy sucking another guy remotely like he did his father. 

The cum shot wasn’t heavy. Just a spurt and some dribbles. But Ryan was tasting his dad’s cum for the first time. Sweet and briny. He knew he’d want more in the future.

He finally backed off to see his dad grinning down on him, even as the man was already tucking himself back into his jeans. “That, young man, was amazing.” He looked out the window. “Fuck!” he grunted.

Ryan didn’t need to be told. He got up and made his way down to the family room. He turned on the TV and found some ESPN channel, right before he heard his mom and sisters walk in. 

“You’re dressed,” his mother said when she saw Ryan. “I thought you might sleep in the whole day.” Then, “Where’s your dad?”

Ryan shrugged, playing dumb. “I don’t know. In his study, maybe.”

Already his sisters were rushing past with shopping bags, acknowledging their older brother, but barely.

Ryan’s phone buzzed. He saw he had a message from his friend Kyle. But the latest one was from his father. “Thank you, buddy. I owe ya.”

Ryan smiled. Then another message came in. “James McCready, Covenant Watch app removed.”

“You dog,” Ryan quietly said to himself. Then proceeded to remove the app on his own phone.

Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning, Lucas was already out of bed, and I could smell that he was cooking breakfast. I walked into the kitchen as he was setting the table, he smiled and gave me a kiss, “good morning, how did you sleep?”

I shrugged, “well thanks, but I am getting a little worried about you.”

He asked, “worried about me? Why?”

I wrapped my arms around him and said, “you seem to be enjoying taking care of those two a little too much.”

Lucas shrugged, “well, they have been through a lot in the last year, and don’t seem to have a lot of outside support. I just want them to know there are good people out there, willing to help.”

I sighed, “yeah, I know you like to help. Just remember that they will be going back to Key West soon, don’t get too attached.”

Lucas laughed, “I know, it’s not like they are stray dogs, I’m not going to ask if I can keep them.”

I shrugged, “I know, I just don’t want you disappointed when they leave. This is what happens when I fall in love with such a kind caring guy.”

I gave him another kiss, he smiled, “yeah, I know what it’s like to fall for a caring guy too, otherwise they wouldn’t be in our house right now.”

I rolled my eyes, “ok, I guess I care a little bit too.”

We shared another quick kiss as Tyler and Malik walked into the kitchen. Tyler grinned, “do you guys want us to wait in the other room?”

I shook my head, “no, just sit down and eat your breakfast, Malik and I need to get down to the station.”

Malik just looked at all three of us, not sure what to make of the whole situation, Tyler winked at him, “I told you he was a big teddy bear.”

We finished eating and cleaning up, Malik and I were getting ready to leave, as was Lucas. I said to Tyler, “I will call you when I have finished getting Malik’s statement and you can come pick him up.”

Tyler nodded, “ok, do you think that we will be able to go back to Ket West today?”

I said, “probably not today, but soon. We can talk about it when I get home tonight.”

He asked, “then is ok if I do a little laundry while I wait to come get Malik?”

I said, “sure, the laundry soap is in the cabinet.”

We arrived at the station, the captain told me that Ollie was already talking to Dr. Parks, so I should get Malik’s statement on my own. Malik and I sat down in interview room 1 and I asked him to tell me everything that happened since Saturday night.

He took a deep breath, “It all started at the concert, Tyler and I were having a great time. We had both been looking forward to a nice weekend away from work, I got us the tickets to celebrate our one-year anniversary. The concert was wonderful, until this jerk, a couple of rows back, started calling us names. Tyler told me to ignore him and when the concert was over, he led me out the long way to avoid the guy. We were going to eat a late dinner and spend the night in the hotel and go home in the morning. Tyler had to take a leak really bad, so he went down an alley while I stayed on the street as a look out. This guy came up to me and said something like, I have been looking for you for a long time, please come with me. I didn’t recognize him, so I told to leave me alone. The next thing I know, he is pushing me into a car, then he hits me. I must have hit my head on the side window, and I blacked out. I wake up the next morning tied up and blindfolded. He forces me to have sex with him and then leaves, I fell back to sleep and when I wake up, I am untied and there was no one else in the apartment. The door was locked, and he took all my clothes, I guess, so I wouldn’t leave. There was food in the fridge, so I just waited, hoping someone was looking for me. I heard a key in the lock yesterday, and was surprised to see Jeff Barker walk in. That’s when he gave me clothes back, I took my time getting dressed and kept trying to calm him down. He told me we had get out of town, that’s when we left the apartment and you guys were waiting for us out front.”

I asked, “so you didn’t know who had kidnapped you until Barker came to get you yesterday?”

He shook his head, “no, he had a hat on and had his hood pulled up, and everything happened so fast, I didn’t get a good look at him. He was the last person that I thought would do something like this. I actually thought Freddie Rogers was the behind it, or even that jerk at the concert.”

I nodded, “yeah, so did we, we talked to both of them too. We even talked to Casey, just to eliminate him.”

I asked, “did Barker ever act inappropriately to you in high school?”

Malik thought for a moment, “I didn’t think so at the time, hell, I was just a dumb kid. But now that I think about it, I guess there were a few times that he made me a little uncomfortable. I was still trying to figure out if I was gay or not, so I didn’t think too much about it. It wasn’t until I met Casey that I admitted my true feelings, I had never really thought about Jeff in that way.”

We went over a few more details for about another hour, Ollie walked in just as we were finishing up.

I said, “hey Ollie, I have everything I need from Malik, did you have any questions?”

He shook his head, “no, I’m sure you covered everything.”

I called Tyler and told him he could come pick up Malik, I told them they didn’t have to go back our house, but that they needed to stay in Miami. They decided to go out for lunch and maybe go to the beach in the afternoon.

I asked Ollie, “how was your talk with Doc?”

He smiled, “it was good, it helped me a lot. I am going to see him again next week.”

I patted him on the shoulder, “good for you Ollie, I’m glad you are feeling better.”

We went back to my office as my phone rang, it was the hospital letting me know that Jeff Barker was awake and could talk to me.

I said, “let’s go have a talk with Mr. Barker.”

Ollis smiled, “right behind you.”

We showed our ids to the two officers outside Barker’s room, a man in a suit stood to greet us.

He said, “I’m Ross Wilson, Mr. Barker’s attorney.”

I introduced Ollie and myself as we shook hands.

He said, “I have advised my client to cooperate fully with you, and he is ready to answer all your questions.”

I said, “thank you Mr. Wilson.”

I turned to Jeff Barker, “ok Jeff, I already have a statement from Malik, but I would like to hear your version of the events, starting with Saturday night.”

He looked to his lawyer, who nodded, then back to me and let out a deep breath. He said, “I didn’t really plan all of this, it just sort of happened. It started when I came home to my mother’s house last weekend. I saw the post from Malik that he was attending a concert in Miami, and I just wanted to talk to him. Malik was such a nice kid in school, and he seemed so appreciative of the help I gave him, but then he started to hang out with Freddie’s gang. After he graduated, I tried to move on and forget him, but every time I saw a kid that reminded me of him, all those feeling returned.”

I asked, “so that is why you had to move to Jacksonville?”

He nodded, “yeah, I guess I took thing too far this time, Malik’s parents were always working, so he didn’t have anyone to talk to. I convinced myself that if Malik would just talk to me and I told him how I felt about him, that he would want to be with me. I knew I could give him a better life, I would take care of him.”

“How did you know he would be walking down that street after the concert?” I asked.

He shook his head, “I didn’t, I knew that was the main street away from the stadium and I had been driving up and down the street for about two hours. When I saw him walking with that other guy, I was going to just leave, but when I came back by, he was standing there alone, so I approached him, and he didn’t recognize me. I guess I lost it, I pushed him into the car and when he tried to fight back, I hit him and knocked him out. I panicked and just took off, the only place I could think of to take him was my apartment. I had to be back at school on Monday, so I left him alone. Then when you called me to tell me Malik was missing, I tried to hide my panic and steer you towards Freddie. When my boss told me you called checking on me, I panicked even more, that’s when I came back to take Malik out of Miami. I still don’t know how you knew I was at my apartment.”

I said, “when you sent that text to Tyler, you left Malik’s phone on, we watched you drive all the way from Jacksonville to Miami in real time.”

He hung his head, “shit.”

Ollie and I confirmed a few more points and started to wind the interview down.

Ross Wilson asked, “is there anything else you have questions about detectives?”

I shook my head, “no, I think we have everything, if we have any follow up questions, we will give you a call.”

Jeff asked, “what will happen to me, detective?”

I said, “I don’t know Jeff, that will be up to the DA. I am sure he will be contacting your attorney in the next day or two. You will remain here in the hospital until you are well enough to be taken a holding cell. You will stay there until your court date.”

He nodded, “will you please tell Malik, that I am sorry.”

Ollie and I drove back to the station, Ollie said, “wow, he had it bad for Malik, didn’t he?”

I nodded, “yeah, he really didn’t think about the consequences before he acted.”

We wrapped things up with Malik, he and Tyler left for Key West the next day.

Jeff Barker pled guilty to all the charges that the DA and Ross Wilson had agreed to. He agreed to get counseling while he was serving his sentence and would have to register as a sex offender when he was released from prison.

Ollie was back to his old happy self and Blake had returned from his time off, we soon were on to our next case.

Lucas and I were relaxing with Lucy lying across our laps, my phone rang.

I looked at the screen, I said to Lucas, “it’s Tyler.”

I answered and put the phone on speaker, “Hey Tyler, what’s up?”

He said, “hey Ridge, is Lucas with you?”

Lucas said, “yeah, I’m here, we have you on speaker.”

Tyler sounded excited, “cool, Malik is here too, we want to know what you guys are doing next weekend.”

I said, “no big plans, why, what’s going on?”

Malik jumped in, “we signed the papers on the bar, we are having our grand opening on Saturday night, and we want you guys to be here.”

Lucas said, “that is awesome, of course we’ll be there.”

Tyler said, “will you ask Ollie and Andy if they want to come too?”

I chuckled, “yeah, I’m sure they would love to come.”

Lucas and I loaded up my Jeep, picked up Ollie and Andy, and we were soon checking into our hotel. We got rooms at the same place the Lucas and I had stayed the last time. Once we were settled in, we walked to the bar and were greeted by Key West’s new business owners.

Tyler gave us all a hug and quick tour of the bar, he and Malik were clearly excited about their new venture. Just as they were telling us all about their plans for growing the business, we were surprised to see Dylan and Joey walk in.

I looked at Tyler, he smiled, “we had a good talk when I was in Miami, it was Malik’s idea to invite them.”

The bar soon started to fill up and the grand opening was a big success. Towards the end of the night, the crowd started to thin, and Tyler and Malik finally had a little time to join us for a drink. As we were talking, it was clear that Ollie and Andy were wanting to get back their room, for a little quality time. To be honest, I also wanted to be alone with Lucas.

Lucas took my hand, “shall we call it a night?”

I nodded, “yeah, I’m ready whenever you are.”

Ollie winked at Andy, “I think we will head out too.”

Andy agreed, “we’re still meeting for breakfast, right?”

Malik said, “yes, we’ll meet at 9 in the hotel lobby, remember it’s Tyler and my treat.”

We all said goodnight, Dylan and Joey stayed, they decided to have one more drink.

***

Dylan and Joey moved to the bar as Tyler and Malik helped the rest of their staff clean up.

Tyler said, “if you guys want to come back to our place, we can have another drink there.”

Joey looked at Dylan and shrugged, “sure, sounds good.”

Malik said, “I’ll turn the lights out and grab us a bottle, we can go out the back door.”

Once they were back at Tyler’s and Malik’s place, Malik made a round of drinks and handed them to Dylan and Joey. He said, “the real reason we asked you back here, is because we need to have a little talk.”

Dylan took a drink, “ok, about what?” He gave Joey a nervous look, they were both concerned with the tone of Malik’s voice.

Malik said, “Tyler told me what happened when he came to see you guys in Miami, you know, when I was being held in some madman’s apartment.”

Joey swallowed hard, “we’re sorry Malik, we didn’t mean to cause any problems between you two, it was just…”

Malik stopped him, “oh I know, Tyler told me everything. Now since you both fucked my boyfriend, I think that is only fair, that I get to fuck both of you.”

Dylan and Joey looked at Malik in disbelief, they turned to look at Tyler. He had a big grin on his face as he took a drink and shrugged.

Malik said, “what do you say guys, are you up for a little fun?”

I minute later all four young studs were naked, kissing and fondling each other. Malik and Tyler were kissing as Joey and Dylan went to their knees, Dylan sucking Malik’s cock and Joey sucking Tyler’s. Dylan and Joey switched back and forth, orally servicing Tyler and Malik, soon all four were laying on the floor and everyone had a mouthful of cock. Once everyone was good and hard, Malik told Joey and Dylan to get on their hands and knees with their asses in the air. Joey and Dylan turned to each other to kiss as Tyler and Malik began to tug at their dicks as they rimmed them. Moans and slurping sounds filled the room, Malik and Tyler shared a kiss, then switched to lick the other’s hole. Dylan finally panted, “just fuck us already.” Malik grinned at Tyler and nodded, Malik moved in behind Dylan, Tyler did the same to Joey. They both slowly pushed in and were soon in sync, both pushing in and out at the same time. Malik felt his nuts start to tighten, he pulled out and gave Tyler another kiss, “how about we switch?” Malik mounted Joey and Tyler pushed into Dylan, again, they got into rhythm as Joey and Dylan’s moans were also in perfect harmony. Malik leaned over and kissed Tyler as they pushed in and out. Dylan and Joey were also still kissing as the assaults on their asses continued.

Dylan surprised everyone when he slipped away from Tyler and stood up. He put his hands on Malik and grinned, “now it’s my turn, I have been watching that ass of yours all night, I want a piece of it.”

Before Malik could respond, Dylan pushed him onto his back and pushed his legs up in the air. Malik was just laying there, legs up, with a surprised look on his face. Dylan went down and began to lick Malik’s hole, leaving a generous amount of spit. He moved up for a kiss and aimed his pole at its target. Joey and Tyler were standing there watching in awe as Dylan’s cock disappeared inside Malik’s hole. Dylan looked over his shoulder, “don’t just stand there Tyler, fuck me, and Joey, you fuck Tyler.”

Without a word, Tyler and Joey did as they were told, within a few seconds, they were in rhythm. Malik was grunting his complete approval of the sudden turn of events, damn, Dylan’s prick felt amazing in his ass, and for some reason, he was so turned on by having all three studs on top of him. It felt like all three were fucking him at the same time, and he loved it.

Once again, Dylan took charge and asked Joey if he wanted a piece of Malik, he, of course, did. Malik didn’t move, he just lay there holding his legs up with a goofy grin on his face. Joey took his spot and sunk into Malik, Tyler was again sandwiched between Joey and Dylan. Heavy breathing was filling the room and moans and groans were getting louder.

Dylan pulled out of Tyler and pushed him onto his back, he sat across Tyler’s chest and started to stroke his cock. He motioned for Joey to do the same to Malik. Dylan and Joey let out one final grunt and at the same time shot their loads in Malik and Tyler’s mouths and on their faces. They leaned down and shared with a cum filled kiss with Malik and Tyler.

In a WWE like move, Malik bounced Joey from his chest, Dylan had moved off of Tyler as well. A split second later, Malik was sitting on Dylan and Tyler was on Joey, stroking their cocks so they could unload their nuts in the same manor that Dylan and Joey had done. Dylan and Joey gladly accepted the load of semen that landed in their mouths and on their faces. Once again, cum filled kisses were shared by all.

They all sat back, catching their breath, they all began to chuckle, looking at four cum covered faces.

Tyler laughed, “I think we’ve created a monster, quiet, shy Dylan just took charge there. It was actually kind of hot.”

Dylan blushed, “sorry, but when I saw Malik’s ass, I just had to have it.”

Malik smiled, “don’t be sorry, it was great.”

They cleaned up and Malik and Tyler invited Joey and Dylan to spend the night. They graciously accepted.

***

Lucas and I stepped from the elevator and found Ollie and Andy waiting for us.

Ollie smiled, “good morning guys, did you sleep well?”

Lucas nodded, “um yeah, that is once we finally went to sleep.” He gave me a wink, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

Andy laughed, “we know what you mean.”

Ollie said, “it looks like we aren’t the only ones.” He motioned toward the door as Malik, Tyler, Dylan and Joey walked in. Dylan and Joey were wearing the same clothes that had worn the night before.

I asked, “did you guys have a good night?”

We could tell by the looks that they shared, that they did. We headed out to find someplace to eat breakfast.

Malik asked, “what are your plans for the day?”

I said, “we are going to spend a few hours at the beach with Ollie and Andy, then probably head home after lunch. What about you guys?”

Tyler said, “Malik and I need to go the bar and clean and get ready to be open by 4.”

I looked at Dylan, “what about you guys, when are you heading home?”

Dylan and Joey exchanged looks, Joey said, “we might hit the beach too, but we have decided to stay an extra day.”

I looked around the table, Malik, Tyler, Dylan, and Joey all had big smiles on their faces. They had obviously worked everything out.

 

The End.

Note: this is a fictional story. Any references to people are coincidental as this is fictional and not based on real people.  

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A week has gone by and AJ finally gets the text message he’s been waiting for. It is from Mandy: “Hey AJ we are on for tonight. My folks are out of town. Does 4 pm work for you to come over?” She writes. AJ responds with “heck yes, that sounds good for me!” AJ can’t wait to make this cocky straight jock submit to him but he also has to contain his excitement so Mandy doesn’t catch on.  

It has been an exhausting week for Brad. Coach has been working the team hard during practice. He is ready for a nice relaxing weekend. His phone pings and he sees he received a text from Mandy: “Hey babe, let’s hangout tonight and have a nice romantic evening what do you say? Dinner and a nice movie?” Brad is relieved as she doesn’t seem to know about what happened at the party. He knows he needs to make sure everything seems okay and not let her get suspicious. He immediately replies: “yeah, I’m so down! It’s been a stressful week I am so ready to relax.” She replies back: “sounds good, let’s plan on 7 pm. Bring your favorite bottle of alcohol we are so going to have a fun night baby!” Brad is shocked and very happy and responds: “mmm yes baby I will be there I am so looking forward to it!” Brad then strips down and looks down at his big cock and stares at himself in the mirror before stepping into the shower and smiles and flexes as he knows he will get more action with Mandy tonight. He then spends the rest of the afternoon getting ready. 

AJ arrives at Mandy’s house right at 4. He has all the gear he needs in a duffle bag. He brought extra stuff and some lubricant as he knows it’s going to be a long fun night for him. He also hopes Brad ends up wanting more and fantasizes how the night will shake out. He is hoping Mandy leaves the room at the point of him fucking Brad leaving him alone to do what he pleases to his bound captive.  

Mandy greets him in the driveway as he walks up with his gear. “Are you sure you are okay with this? I don’t want you to chicken out at the last minute,” he says to her. “Of course I am, this asshole is getting what he deserves,” Mandy says. “Okay good, just making sure. Trust me he will not be hurt just shown who’s boss and taught a valuable lesson on cheating,” AJ says. “Come this way, we are going to have all this take place here in my poolhouse, it is secluded and private. No one in the main house can hear anything, not that anyone is home. I am a little worried about the neighbors though I don’t want them to hear anything,” she said. “Don’t worry, I got that covered he will be gagged really well I can assure you, and there might have to be some light smacking and blackmail threats if he doesn’t cooperate. Leave it to me you don’t have to worry and won’t need to do much except lure him here and get him to agree to be tied up. I will do the rest,” AJ says.  

They both step into the poolhouse and AJ is amazed how big and spacious it is. It has a big living room and one bedroom in the back with a bed with a perfect headboard for being tied to the bed. The room has a bathroom and a big walk in closet. “You can hide in the closet until I have him all bound and blindfolded. I will then open the door and signal you out to do your thing,” Mandy says. “Sounds good, I will be ready. I have the handcuffs and rope for you to tie up to the bed. I will put them in the side table drawer here along with the blindfold. Once you have successfully tied him up, is when I will come out of the closet. I will also let you know when to take his blindfold off by gestering you. But don’t do it right away, I will wait for the perfect time,” AJ says. “Okay, sounds good, I hope you don’t get too bored he should be here around 7 pm. It may take me until 730/8 o’ clock before I am able to get him tied to the bed. Is that okay?” Mandy says. Knowing he can wait as long as it takes for this moment, he plays it cool and says “Not a problem, just don’t be too long!” Mandy gives him a hug and says, “thank you again for doing this, it means a lot! I have never had a friend like you before this means everything to me!” AJ replied, “of course, I am always happy to help my best friend in her time of need. I assure you he will learn his lesson.” Mandy then shuts the closet door with AJ inside and goes into the living room to await Brad’s arrival…… 

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It is 6:55 pm and Brad messages Mandy that he is parking his car. “I am parking now, could you let me in?” Brad says. Mandy’s house has a big electronic gate in front and can only be opened with a code or from the inside. She never gives the code out as that is a rule her parents instituted. Brad gets out of his car and walks towards the gate and it begins to open. He sees Mandy come walking out of the main house and towards him. He walks through and gives her a big hug and kiss. In his hand he has a bag with two bottles of liquor and a bottle of red wine. She smiles and says “what do you got there?” “Just some whiskey and rum as well as wine, our favorites!” Brad says. “That’s awesome! This way, let’s go to the poolhouse it is nice and private and more romantic,” Mandy says. Not thinking much of it, he says “Sounds good, I don’t think I’ve ever been there before, maybe we can do some skinny dipping in the hot tub later?” Brad says. “I like the way you think, sounds like a plan,” Mandy says knowing that won’t be happening.

Mandy opens the door to the poolhouse and she and Brad both come in. Inside a nice meal is prepared and the TV is on ready for movie watching. “Come sit down and have some dinner, pop open that wine as well,” Mandy says. She excuses herself from the table, saying she has a surprise for Brad that he’s gonna like.   After eating a bowl of pasta and having a glass of wine, Brad sits at the couch in front of the TV waiting for Mandy to start the movie. He is surprised she has been gone for over 20 minutes. Then the bedroom door opens revealing Mandy wearing a sexy lingerie. His cock immediately gets hard seeing her in that red lingerie and bright red lipstick. “Wow babe, you look so hot! What a surprise!,” Brad says. “Let’s have some fun in the bedroom, baby, take off your clothes. First, crack open the whiskey and let’s do some shots,” she says. “Sure babe, I’ll get a couple glasses,” Brad says. They both take two shots and Mandy goes in for the kiss. They both make out and she starts unbuckling his pants pulling them down so he’s in his briefs. He takes off his shirt while still kissing her passionately at the same time until his sexy chest is revealed. Now he is only in his briefs as she holds his hand and guides him to the bedroom.  

They both lay on the bed kissing as she then takes her hand and rubs his hard wet cock in his briefs. He moans as he kisses her and starts thrusting on her hand. She then pulls down his briefs revealing his 8.5 inche hard cock dripping with precum as he then goes to unzip her lingerie. She stops kissing and says “Now we can have some more fun, baby. Why don’t we try spicing things up. What do you say about you letting me tie you up and riding you while you are in bondage?” She asks. “Nah babe, I don’t know, doesn’t sound too appealing let’s just fuck like we normally do,” Brad says. “Ah come on, babe, please? Just this once. If you don’t end up liking it then we won’t do it again I just want to try it and see what it’s like. My friend Emily and her boyfriend do it all the time and they said their sex is incredible,” She says. “Really? I didn’t know Jeff and her do that stuff, he’s never said anything to me. I mean I guess if Jeff and Emily do it then it’s more normal than I thought,” Brad says. “Yeah baby please? For me. Just one time I promise I’ll make it a night you won’t forget it’ll be so hot and fun!” Mandy says. “Ugh well okay, fine, but just this once and if I don’t like it then don’t ask to do it again, okay?” Brad says. “Deal, I promise baby,” Mandy says.

Brad takes another shot and says, “Alright let’s get this over with,” in an annoyed tone.  “Go ahead and lay down face up.” Mandy says. Brad complies and Mandy walks over to the dresser drawer and takes out the handcuffs. She cuffs the left wrist first to the bedpost and then follows with the right one so that Brad’s arms are spread widely out above his head. He pulls on them, surprised how restrained he is. She then goes to the drawer and grabs some rope and then ties his left ankle to the end bedpost and then does the same to the right one spreading them out wide. Brad is naked tied spread eagled and secured to the bed. “Haha okay baby let’s fuck now, my cock is getting impatient,” Brad says. “Aww okay baby I’m not done yet almost,” she says. She then grabs a night shade blindfold and puts it over his eyes. She then finds some brown tights and ties it around his blindfold. “Ugh baby, you didn’t say anything about a blindfold, I’m not sure I like this I want to see you while having sex,” Brad says. “Aww babe, don’t you trust me? It’ll be fine it adds to the experience I want to be able to tease you a bit. Trust me it’ll be fun,” Mandy says. “Fine, whatever, just don’t do anything else, let’s start the fucking babe,” Brad says. “Patience, baby, just relax and enjoy this, there’s no rush,” Mandy says.   Brad contined to pull on his restraints and moves around side to side. His big hard cock sways as he shifts side to side. His legs move trying to pull away but are tightly restrained. “Ugh you got me tied pretty good babe, was that really necessary?” Brad says. “Of course baby, it’s all part of the experience, just relax, okay? Let’s start,” Mandy says.

She starts stroking his dick, pumping up and down. He immediately starts moaning and getting into it. “Mmm baby, keep going that feels so good,” Brad says. “Mm babe, do you want me to suck it?” Mandy says. “Mm yes baby, suck my big dick,” Brad says. “Mm okay baby, I’ll suck that massive cock of yours!” She says. She then tip toes over to the closet and quietly turns the knob. As she opens she gestures AJ to come out. AJ grins and walks towards the tied up Brad. He can’t believe how big and beautiful Brad’s cock looks. It goes up to the bottom of his 8 pac abs and his big balls hang down low halfway between his upper thighs and kneecaps. “You want me to suck that big meat baby?” She says. “Fuck yeah! Suck my big dick baby now!” Brad replied trying to look around for where Mandy is but the blindfold keeps him from seeing anything but blackness. “Come on babe. Stop teasing, I’m so horny right now!” Brad says. “Okay babe, I’m just trying to prolong this, it is so hot I don’t want it to end,” she says. AJ then quickly strips down, only down to his red jock strap he wore specifically for tonight. His big Italian dick is protruding from the jock strap as it is excited for what is to come.  

AJ then tip toes over to Brad and puts his hands on his hard cock. He then puts that massive cock in his mouth and begins sucking away. “Mmmm fuckkkkk baby, oh my God, you suck so good, where did you learn how to suck like that?” Brad says. His head leans back on the pillow and he moans away as the sensation of AJ’s sucking becomes too much to control. Mandy takes out her phone and takes pictures and videos of Brad moaning and saying “mmm fuckk yeah keep sucking, fuckk baby keep sucking like that fuckkk it feels so good!!” He is thrusting up and down and facefucking AJ’s mouth. AJ suddenly stops and gestures to Mandy to get the ball gag out of the drawer. “Fuck! Why did you stop? That felt so good babe!” Brad said. “I just think you are making too much noise, let’s keep that big mouth shut,” she replied. “Oh no, I’m not down for that babe! Don’t you dare put anything in my mouttthhhpppphhh!!” Brad tries to say as he is silenced by the ball gag. “Ppwwaattthhh pphuuckkk!!” “(What the fuck!) Brad tries to say as the black ball gag is tightly secured in his mouth. “That’s better, now relax babe, this will be fun, trust me!” Mandy says as she gestures AJ to go back to sucking Brad’s cock. “Pppphhhmmm!!! Phhhffucckkk!!!!” Brad says as he is continuing to enjoy AJ’s mouth on his cock. “Phffucckkk phhhhhaaaa” (FUCKKKKK Yeah!) Brad continues as he can’t believe how amazing this feels. It’s almost as if it’s someone else, he thinks to himself as he’s laying there unknowingly thrusting his big cock in AJ’s mouth. Mandy continued to take more pictures and videos, smiling and laughing to herself as Brad looks so pathetic tied up and gagged and unknowingly enjoying a guy sucking him off. She then decides it is time to reveal AJ and their plan.

She gestures AJ to stop sucking, making Brad angry again. “Phhhffucckkk! Pphhhhnnttt ppphhhooppp!!” (Fuck! Don’t stop!). “It’s okay baby, I want you to now see your cock being sucked do you agree?” She says. Brad pathetically nods as drool drips down his face. “Okay baby, I will,” she says as she removes the ball gag first.  “Mm fuckk that was hot babe,” Brad says. “You want to keep going?” Mandy asks. “Mm yeah babe, suck my big cock!” Brad says. “Okay let me just take this blindfold off” Mandy says as she take the brown tights and lifts his head up. Then she pulls off the blindfold. Stunned and shocked what he sees he gets angry and says, “what the fuck? Why is AJ here? Why is he wearing that? What’s going on?” Brad says. “Shut up! You are being punished! I know what you did at the party, how could you do this to me? Now it is your turn to learn your lesson!” Mandy says. “What the fuck? Fuck you let me out of here!” Brad says. “By the way, AJ was the one sucking you off this whole time, and he and I have a fun night in store for you!” Mandy says. AJ then pulls down his jock strap, revealing his big hard cock throbbing up and down. “Oh no, what the fuck ewww like a fucking fag as been sucking my cock?! How dare you fuck!!!” Brad says. “Untie me now or I’ll beat your ass and call the cops!” Brad says. “Oh I don’t think you will, I took pictures and if you go to the cops or tell anyone or even harm AJ, I will send these all over the internet and up all over the locker room!” Mandy says. “Fuck you fucking bitch! Get me out of here help!!!! Someone help!!! Fuck you fuckers!!!” AJ had enough of his loud mouth and goes over and stuffs his jock strap in Brad’s mouth and holds his hand over it. “Get me the tape!” AJ yells to Mandy as she goes into the closet and takes out the duffle bag, and grabs the big roll of thick sliver duct tape. Brad shakes his head violently and tries yelling “mmppphhhnnnpohh mmpppphkkk mmmppphhh!!!!! (Nooo!! Fuck you!!) Mmpphhhllppphhh!!! (Helllpppp!!!) Brad tries saying but to no avail. Mandy then hands AJ the duct tape and he then pulls a strip off and places it over the stuffed mouth. He then lifts Brad’s head up wraps it around his head several times. Six……seven….he counts to himself as the tape is so tight around Brad’s mouth and head he looks so pathetic yet hot at the same time. “There you go! Silent as a mouse!” AJ laughed as Brad tries to yell out but it is hopeless and just muffled grunts. “How’s the taste of my jock strap boy?” AJ says. “Can you taste my cock? I know you’ll end up liking that taste when we are done here tonight!” AJ says. Brad tries to yell out angrily “Mmmppphhhkkk mmmuuuuhh!!! Mmppphhnngg mmpphhhggg!!” (Fuck you fucking fag) Brad tries to yell! “Oh I hate that word you asshole! You’ll see who the fag is after tonight now lay there and relax I promise you’ll enjoy this!” AJ says. Brad shakes his head and makes muffled whimpers and tries to look over at Mandy for help but she looks away. “I’m going back in the main house, you two have fun!” She laughs. “After tonight, you’ll learn never to cheat again you fuckhead!” She says as she then leaves the poolhouse. Brad tries to yell out and shake his head violently and screaming in his gag for help but it’s all muffled nonsense. 

AJ then looks at his bound and gagged captive. He can’t believe his luck. He has the hottest guy in college naked and tied down right in front of him. Brad’s big cock is still hard as a rock and leaking precum and throbbing. “Haha I see you like this more than you thought? Cocks don’t lie!” AJ says. “Mmppphuukkk mmpphuuu!!!” (Fuck you!) Brad tried to say. “Haha, that will happen later I promise, AJ said. “Mmmppphhhhhhh!!! MMPPPGGPPHHH!! Mmppphhhkkrrr!!!” (Noooo!! HELLLPPPPP!! Fucker!!!) Brad tries to say as his head violently shakes from side to side screaming in his gag. “Relax, straight boy, you’ll like this more than you think. I know we had a connection at the party, now let’s act on it.” AJ says. Brad angrily grunts and growls in his gag as AJ goes to Brad’s cock and starts stroking it. Pumping up and down, he can barely hold the big cock in his hand. “Wow! This is the biggest dick I’ve seen, you’d make any gay man happy such a beautiful specimen!” AJ says. Brad’s muffled grunts and whimpers turn to muffled moans as he begins enjoying AJ’s warm hands on his cock. “Mmm yes, your big cock loves this I know it! I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time! Your stupidity created the perfect opportunity to have this happen so I thank you,” AJ says. “Do you want me to suck it?” AJ asks. Reluctantly, Brad nods his eyes still closed from the sensation of his cock being jerked off. “That’s what I thought. I know many of your teammates well and intimately. They too have a big crush on you and want this beautiful cock. I must be a lucky guy! They talk about your dick all the time and the things they’d do to you. Too bad for them that they aren’t here!” AJ said. Brad whimpers and screams in his gag but it’s muffled nonsense as AJ laughs. AJ then goes down on Brad’s dick and sucks away. “Mmppphhh mmphhhhh mmpphhh!!!” Brad moans loudly as the feeling is beyond amazing. AJ stops and grabs Brad’s gagged chin and makes him stare at him. “Look at me as I suck your cock, let’s grow that connection bitch!” AJ says.

They both look at each other as AJ sucks away the sound of him choking and slirping on Brad’s cock echo across the room. Brad’s moaning is in sync with AJ’s moaning as they both moan and stare into each other. Brad can’t believe what’s happening, he’s enjoying this and is mesmerized by the look of AJ’s face with his big cock in his mouth. He sees AJ’s big cock throbbing and leaking precum as his position on the bed caused his cock to press against Brad’s leg. Brad can’t control himself anymore and is about to release his load “MMMHHHMPPHH MMPHGGNNNAAA MPPPHHMMM!!!” (IM GONNA CUMMMM!!) Brad tries to yell out in a muffled voice. AJ immediately stops making Brad angry. “Phew that was close, you are not going to cum until I say so, bitch! I am in charge here so get used to it!” AJ says. He then takes out the lubricant and lathers his big cock with it. “Now it’s time for me to teach you your lesson and to show you who’s the bitch! You’ll never cheat on anyone again after tonight straight boy!” AJ says. Brad goes crazy and pulls at his restraints and moves side to side and yells in his gag as loud as he can screaming and shaking his head “MMMPPPHHHHH!! MMPPPGGPPHH MMPPHLLPPHHH!!” Brad utters but it’s no use. AJ then lathers the lube on his finger and then shoves it up Brad’s ass causing him to scream and yell loudly in his gag shaking his head and whimpers and cries. “Trust me this will make it better so take it and relax,” AJ says. He then positions himself to aim his big cock towards Brad’s asshole. “You’ll never forget your first bitch!” AJ says as he shoves his cock into Brad’s ass. Brad screams and cries out while shaking his head “MMPPPGPPHHH!! MMPPPGGPPHHH!!! MHHPPPHHHHH MMPPPGGPPHH!!! MPPPPHHKKKHHH!!!” (HELP!! FUCK!!) Brad tries to say but AJ continues to thrust his big cock into Brad’s ass thrusting in and out deeper and deeper as Brad’s screams start turning into moans and now he’s staring pathetically looking at the first man to dominate him and fuck him. He stops struggling and lays there making muffled grunts and whimpers as he knows there is nothing more he can do and yet he starts to enjoy it and is stating at AJ like he’s in a trance. “Mmmm yess fuckk you are so tight fuck yeah take my cock!” AJ says. He sees Brad’s cock slap against his chest as AJ’s passionately fucks him.

The sounds of the bed creaking, Brad’s muffled grunts and AJ’S moans echo across the room. It is a sound like no other. AJ then takes the lubricant and lathers it in his hand so he can jerk Brad off at the same time. They are both moaning as AJ jerks off Brad’s big cock. Pumping up and down while thrusting inside him he can’t believe how great and perfect this night has been. He feels the urge to cum and feels his load surge out of his cock into Brad’s ass “I’m gonna cummmm fuck!!” AJ says as Brad then utters “MMMHHMM MMPHGGNNAAA MMHUMMM” (IM GONNA CUM!) As they both shoot their loads. Brad came all over himself and AJ burst his into Brad’s ass. “Fuck that was amazing! Did you learn your lesson bitch?” AJ asked. “Mmmmhmm!!!” Brad tries to utter. “Hmm I think you’ve learned more then you think.” AJ says. He then cuts the tape off of Brad’s mouth and Brad spits out the jockstrap. AJ then uncuffs and unties Brad as they both are now laying next to each other naked. Their cocks are hanging low and AJ asks, “do you want to lay here with me?” Brad nods his head as they both hold one another and AJ goes in for a kiss and they both make out passionately. They both fall asleep in each other’s arms.  The next morning AJ wakes up early and puts his clothes on and leaves. He sees Brad all snug in the blanket still naked sleeping away. He leaves his phone number in Brad’s pants pocket hoping he will call him. He wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t but he feels he was successful in unleashing Brad’s inner gay… 

******* 

Three months have gone by with still no word from Brad. The Tigers went on to win the championship game and now Brad has offers to be drafted for three different professional teams. He and Mandy broke up the day after that night and he hasn’t gotten with anyone yet as he’s “focused on football and being drafted,” he told his teammates. Though they noticed an odd change in him as his interest in sex and talking about women have decreased. His teammates also notice him glancing at other guys naked in the showers and his cock begins to swell often. None of them thought much of it though and they all graduated without any mention of it.  AJ sat at home one night staring at himself in the mirror. He is bummed he is alone and tired of the one night stands he has with jerky men. Suddenly, his phone pings. It’s Brad: “Hey man, wanna hangout? We can go to a bar down the street?” AJ replies, “sure I’ll, meet you there!” After a night of drinks there was no mention of the special night 3 months ago but Brad and AJ’s connection grew. “Would you want to make this a thing?” Brad says. “Sure, I’d like that a lot.” AJ said, as Brad’s hand went onto AJ’s leg. AJ then puts his hand on Brad’s and they lean into each other while drinking their drinks. “I’ve always had a crush on you but I suppressed it, but after what happened between us those months ago, I realized I liked it and had a deep passionate connection to you I’ve never felt before. I was a jerk and I’m sorry can we start over and call this a date?” Brad says. “Sure, I’d like that even more,” AJ said. “Good, maybe I can come by your place later and pick up where we left off?” Brad says. “Definitely, sounds amazing,” AJ says………. 

The end, or is it??? 

Thank God Mr. Meyer, at least, kept his wits about him.

He used the towel around his shoulders to quick wipe my face, and the remaining spunk from the tile floor. He tossed it onto the pile of laundry, and deftly grabbed another for his waist. Mercifully, I was still fully clothed, and my fear had killed any evidence of a hardon.

Without a word, Mr. Meyer whisked me back into the office part of the locker room and stood facing me in seemingly innocent tableau just as Coach Williams came around the corner, with the team filling the locker room right behind him.

“Mike!” Mr. Meyer said, bluffly. “We were just talking about you. This here is Troy. Troy, here’s Coach Williams himself. I’ve been working with Troy on some strength training, but he was asking me for some specialized skills, too. He wants to try out for the baseball team in the spring. I think he’s got a shot!”

Coach Williams gave me an approving look-over. “That so, Troy? Good plan, and this is just the guy to help you. Meyer here is the expert, and is great at putting together training schedules.”

Somehow, from somewhere, I got the gumption to answer… and answer convincingly. “Yessir!” I enthused. “I’ve learned a lot from him!” Better keep it simple… and vague.

“Sounds great! Say, I don’t know that I’ve seen you around before.”

Adrenaline carried me forward; in for a penny, in for a pound. “I’ve always loved the game, but I’ve never thought I could play with the big boys. I guess I’ve always been too… um, chickenshit to get off my duff and try out. Um, excuse the language, sir!”

Both the men laughed, warmly.

Coach gave me a more appraising look. “No, no… we’re all men here. And I don’t know what you’re thinking—you’re looking good, nothing to be ashamed of, son.” My mind… raced. He thought… I looked good…? “And let me tell you a secret. Talent is great, but determination will always carry you farther. I like a man who pushes himself to get what he wants. Keep it up Troy, and absolutely go out for the team.”

“I sure will! Can’t wait for spring! But, I have to run… got my chores before dinner!”

We made our goodbyes, and I slipped away while the two men started talking.

And it was… remarkable. I made my way through the guys piling in, doing my usual dance of trying to fade into the paint. But these buff, rowdy guys treated me… like one of the guys. I even got an occasional head nod. Instantly… accepting me. Like I belonged there.

I ran, absolutely sprinted back home. Nerves and elation and fear and a half-dozen emotions churning inside me like a whirlpool. Laughing. Laughing like a crazed hyena. Did I just… lie? To a coach? Bluff my way through that, with the taste of Mr. Mayer’s cum still in my mouth??

OH MY GOD DID I JUST HAVE MR. MEYER’S CUM IN MY MOUTH??

I was flying. High as a kite, my feet barely touching the ground. My biggest hero-idol? And I got to touch him? feel him? Suck his hairy dick? Share with him the biggest moment of my entire life???

And he was into it? Into me? So turned on my me that I got him to blow his load?

When I finally burst inside my room and ferociously jacked off. No time for lotion, no time for shutting the door. So fast and furious that I nearly rubbed myself raw. And even after blowing the biggest load of my life, I had more in me. Still hard as a railroad spike. I palmed my spent cum, and smeared it into my mouth, thinking of his cum. God, his CUM! I went back, still jerking myself. Replaying the scene again and again. Seeing him. Tasting him. And I surprised myself by blowing a second load almost immediately.

Ohh God. I lay there. Panting. My clothes covered in cum-splatter. Still somewhat hard. I didn’t think my dick was ever going to go soft again.

But something else tripped my memory. Both these men, manly men, admiring me. Saying I looked good. The other guys. Assuming I was one of them, unquestioningly.

Could it be?

I stripped down, stood in front of my mirror, my rock-hard dick dominating the view. But there was more. Seeing my body. Stronger than I could even believe. I… I liked what I saw.

But as I stared at this unfamiliar male body before me, my mind went back to Mr. Meyer coming out of the shower. Looking like a God Among Men. And seeing Mr. Meyer reflected in… me. Seeing our bodies together, like an overlay. Seeing me become like him. Wanting nothing more than to be one with him. I jerked off again. Thinking of our bodies. Male bodies. Blasting another load all over that mirror, and the tangled images—the tangled memories—of Mr. Meyer and me. Together.

I slumped back onto my bed, God knows how long, still fondling my spent dick. Sucking on my cum-splattered fingers, and tasting that salty, nutty taste of cum. Dreaming of his. Dreaming….

And at that point, everything came to a screeching halt. I had a minute to pause… and the sheer enormity of everything that happened this afternoon broke over me.

I had stepped forward into a world men! Real men. Not my buddies playing games in their parents’ basement, but men. Sexual men. Standing tall. Among my heroes. Making choices. Thinking on my feet. And taking a seat at the table.

I actually felt… powerful.

The next day I sought out Mr. Meyer. Propelled by his ever-present life philosophy: you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

It wasn’t our scheduled work out day, but he was easy to find. When he saw me, there was a momentary hesitation, before he gave me a sheepish half-grin.

“Troy. I wasn’t sure if I’d see you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

His smile broadened. Becoming almost… wistful. “I guess I’ve taught you well. I just didn’t want to… assume….” There was a long pause; I could tell he was struggling for the right words, and I didn’t interrupt. “Troy, what happened yesterday was… pretty out of control. Are you… okay?”

“Psshhhh. Yeah. It was… like the best day ever!”

He nodded, looking down for a second. “I want to be careful. This is… dangerous territory we’re in now. Dangerous. I… want you to be… not just okay with things, but good with them. To know what you’re getting into.”

“I… it’s that….” I took in a deep breath, and let it out again. “Yesterday wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a mistake. I’ve been feeling… things… for a long time, and been feeling so… messed up. Dreaming about… you. Thinking I was dirty. Thinking I was doing you dirty. But then… Damn. Everything came together. It was perfect. And suddenly all these strange, dirty feelings I had made sense, and they didn’t feel dirty any more. They felt… real. Natural. And the thought, even the possible thought that you might have them, too… my dick’s been hard ever since. I need to know for sure. I need more.”

 “Troy. You’re asking for a lot. And there’s all kinds of dangers. I’m not gonna lie. This could blow up in everyone’s faces.”

“You’re the one who taught me about setting a goal, and going out there and grabbing it.”

Mr. Meyer’s posture softened, as I think he relaxed for the first time since yesterday. There was a long silence. A silence filled with potentialities. “It’s funny. When we first met, when I first agreed to work with you, you were afraid of your own shadow. Now look at you. Out of your shell. Strong. And… hot as hell.”

I blushed. Glowing.

He leaned in. “Let me tell you something. Society thinks man-sex is bad. Contrary to God and nature. But here’s the thing… there is nothing else like it. It’s amazing, beyond description. I know—I’ve been there.”

My jaw about hit the ground. “You? You do… that… with other men?”

He chortled. “Absolutely, and I’m not ashamed to tell you. For me, it started with my cousin. We were your age when we started, come to think about it. The only boy cousins in the family and we fell in together a lot. And then we started experimenting… and loving it. God, we were a pair of unholy terrors. Thing is, we’re still at it. We get together every now and again for some guy time—ski trips in the winter, golf trips in the summer. And sometimes,” he added with a wink, “we even get to ski and golf!”

I could only stare stupidly at him. In awe. Standing with the shattered wreckage of all my pre-conceived notions laying in ruins around me.

He went on, with a knowing look in his eyes. “Troy, I want you to know something. There is nothing more special, nothing more sacred than men coming together and sharing themselves. Men know each other’s bodies. Men know each other’s psyches. We can give each other things, give each other feelings, that no woman ever can. We can push each other in ways women never can. Provide for needs women don’t know even exist. We know what we can take. Man-sex is real in ways other sex can never be. There is no bond stronger, no feeling so intense. It’s not something to take lightly. But it is the ultimate in freedom. The ultimate in intimacy. The ultimate in bonding. The ultimate in masculinity.” 

He paused. An electric tension between us. “Do you want to take the ultimate step? Feel what it feels like to be a man?”

“Yeah.” My voice was quivering, and we both knew it wasn’t from nerves.

His smile will stay with me forever. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to be the one who opens you up to this. My wife is taking our daughter away on Saturday to visit her sister. Won’t be home until dinner. And I’m gonna rock your world.”

The rest of the week, I was a basket case. Completely unfocused. In a deep hormonal daze. Mr. Meyer forbid me from beating off, saying to wait and save it for Saturday. I wasn’t going to let him down.

For all that, I was… incredibly nervous. This was… it. I was going to be taking a step there was no going back from. What did this say about me? What did this mean? Was I throwing away my future? Was I inviting the Wrath of God?

But something keep echoing in my mind. His words: there is nothing more special, nothing more sacred than men coming together and sharing themselves. He was… him. He was my hero. He had seen the other side, and wanted to take me there. After everything he did for me, everything he meant to me, there was no other answer but to trust him.

And trust him I did.

It was one of those cold days, where winter disregards the calendar and refuses to let spring get its due. Mr. Meyer opened the door and let me in. He was shirtless, just wearing his sweatpants. I fretted nervously, suddenly wildly self-conscious about my clothes. Too casual? Too obvious? Damn.

For all my conviction, my hands were sweaty. Uncertain. Mr. Meyer took my jacket. He turned to hang it up and nodded me toward the living room. “Make yourself comfortable.” There was a fire in the fireplace. I sat on the floor among some pillows. Warming myself.

He came in and sat on the couch right behind me. Silently. The room was warm. I was flushed.

We didn’t say anything. He knew what a big step this was for me, and gave me space.

Well. You only live once.

I scooted back, settling between his legs. Wrapping my arm around so I could rest my hand on his beefy thigh. Slowly. Rubbing. Savoring the touch of him, the hardness of his muscles. His hand reached down and rubbed my shoulder. Not a caress, not a massage. Something deeper.

It was so… intimate. In my experience, guys always seemed to carry this… bubble around them, that other guys can never get past. Not now. I bathed in the sensation of… touch. Touch that awakened me. Opening my mind, as if I had just taken a shot of booze or a hit of weed. Touch.

Our hands started working each other. Finally letting ourselves be who we wanted to be. Exploring. It felt good. His hands, those powerful hands, drifted off my shoulders. He leaned in and started circling my chest. Strong movements. Strong under my loose T-shirt. My pulse quickened. Everywhere his fingers went, I could feel my skin shiver, then relax under his movement. Opening me. Stirring something. His hands had always made me feel secure. Steady. They still did, but were also making me feel… ooooooohhhhhhhhh.

My stomach had been tight, a ball of nerves, but the tightness was dissolving away into… something else. I finally understood what people meant when they said they had butterflies. Tingling. A warm tingling. In the pit of my stomach. Growing. Dancing everywhere.

He was everywhere. Surrounding me. Close to me. Touching me.

I turned around. His hairy chest. Right there. Oh God. I’ve thought so long about what he would feel like. What he would… taste like. Smell like. Oh God. And he wanted this, too. My hero wanted this.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against him. He breathed heavily in response.

Breath. God. Damn. His scent was strong. Washing over me. Dusky. Rich. Unlike our previous encounter, when he literally just walked out of the shower, his smell was… real. No soap now, just  man. His chest hair tickling my nose. My lips reflexively went to his skin. The feel of him. Hard. Tight with all those muscles. It wasn’t just the feel of him; I savored the taste. Uninterrupted male. I rolled my face around his skin, catching the light scrape of his hair against me. I’d never. Never experienced these… sensations. Flowing over me so unexpected.

The hardness, and softness, of a man.

Mr. Meyer leaned down, kissing me on my forehead.

And I melted.

My man, with all the toughness, the strength, the drive of a man. This raw, muscle-bound titan who embodied everything masculine in the entire universe… was tenderly kissing me. How did I ever deserve this?

I raised my face up, looking at him in awe. In overcome joy. Willing to do anything he asked. Anything.

He leaned down. And he kissed me. Lips on lips. Sealed forever.

Something awoke in me. I wrapped my arms around him and let into him. Roughly making out. Needing his masculine power. Needing him.

His hand slid down my chest. Greedy. Oh God. He was rubbing me firmly. Massaging my steel-hard cock through my jeans. Straining. It was a massive rush. My heart pounding. I could feel it in my throat.

With his other hand he hoisted up my T-shirt, dragging it over my head. I could feel the warm air against my chest. My nipples jumping to attention, as hard as my dick. Then he was back to kneading me. My cock alive in his hands, even through the denim.

I was feeling it. Fire. Fire unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Fire burning more brightly than it ever had from the picture of a stupid pin up girl. Or from the actions of my right hand alone. For the first time in my life, I was feeling sex, and the feeling was ripping through my entire being.

Mr. Meyer was feeling it, too. He reached down, and deftly pulled open my belt buckle. I was amazed at how easy it was for him. His fingers reached in, feeling my dick through my underwear. I could feel a wet spot forming as precum started gushing. I hauled down my pants, slithering out of them, leaving me in just my briefs. Hornier than I had ever been in my life.

Hornier than I had ever been in my life. In my fucking life. Yeah. Fuck yeah!

Need. Need awoken. I broke the kiss, and started wild, sweeping sweeps across his chest. Licking. Biting. I went after his nipples, hoping his were as sensitive as mine. With the heat from the fire, the heat from us, he was juuuuuuust starting to sweat, adding a salty tang to his skin. Sucking him. Making vulgar slurs with my tongue. Leaving a trail of spit.

I needed more. My mouth slid down his furry midriff. By the time I got to the waistband of his sweats, I did not give a fuck. I wrenched them down from his hips, down around his ankles. Freeing him completely, his steel-hard cock slapping against him. He was as naked as he had been that first day we started working out. Naked.

And all mine.

I buried my face in his hairy crotch. His smell singed my nose. Musky. Powerful. Raw. Inviting me into a world of savage masculinity. I went for it, huffing his smell as I mouthed his hairy balls. Rolling them in my mouth one at a time. Getting them slick with my spit. Their taste matching their scent.

He was growling in pleasure. So was I.

I lined my mouth up on his cockhead, rolled my lips like he taught me, and swallowed him down. He made a maniacal cry above me, simultaneously gasping and groaning. I took him in, hard. Mouth-fucking him, bouncing my jaw up and down, feeling the friction of his cockhead fucking my taut lips. He was leaking, too. That sweet-sharp taste of precum. His hand gripping my head. Bouncing his hips as I worked him over. Not caring about shit.

Loving it.

His hands caught my attention. He slid his palm roughly down my spine as I was hunkered over his crotch. Down, down, eased by a thin sheen of sweat. His fingertips hit my underwear’s waistband, and slid in.

I gave a yelping-grunt sound.

Oh God. My ass! His hands on my ass! I barely ever touched myself there. My forbidden zone. But him! Jesus Christ! He went there! His fingers sliding down my crack! My body shivering from the sensation. He was…

He was…

OH MY FUCKING GOD HE WAS FINGERING MY HOLE.

I went berserk, savagely bucking at him. Savaging his dick. Screaming. Screaming loud enough to wake the dead, if his dick hadn’t been balls-deep down my throat.

That did it. Mr. Meyer gruffly threw me off of him, my spit running down his cock to his balls. He all but ripped my underwear off, fully naked before him. Next, he roughly manhandled me so that I was on my hands and knees, with him between my legs. My butt open and vulnerable. I shivered—whether out of excitement or terror, I couldn’t tell. Oh God… what was he gonna do…? What was he…?

OH MY GOD.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

To my ever-loving astonishment, he leaned in and started licking my asshole.

I screamed, my mind shattered. What the hell? You could do that? It was so wild, so unredeemably vulgar, so unforgivably taboo, I was sure the vice squad was going to kick down the door. That God would strike us down.

But my hero was eating my ass.

And it was the greatest moment in my entire life.

I was howling like a pack of wolves. He was vicious in his attack, slamming his face into me, again and again. Wild. Sucking as hard as he could. Digging with his tongue, as if it was his last chance for water in the desert. Raping me with his tongue, then sweeping side to side. His stubble was shredding my tender, untouched skin. Making me savage in response. Bucking desperately against him. Needing. NEEDING. GIVE ME FUCKING MORE!!!

I don’t know how long he ate me out. There was no time. There was only savage pleasure. Unspeakable. Hungry. But he needed more, too.

He pulled back with a breathless gasp from both of us. I grabbed something from somewhere. Then, there was… a wet feeling, as something dribbled down my crack. Right around my hole. And then, a searing jolt. Oh God. Not pain, not quite, but something completely outside my understanding. His finger. Sinking deep inside me.

And for the first time in my life, something went up my butt.

My legs went wobbly as my body tried to adjust to the sensation. But before I could adjust, he… found something. Something. Inside of me. I don’t know what it was, but it triggered something utterly primal inside me.

And I thought I was going to explode.

My startled grunts transformed into a wailing bellow as this new sensation rippled through me. I didn’t know such pleasure was possible. I didn’t know how I could stay grounded.

Mr. Meyer was talking, soothing words, explaining. Putting me at ease. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t focus. The words were swept away by the tidal feelings. And they kept going. After a few minutes of bliss, I could feel another finger inside me, then another. Oh God… a fourth! A tightness. A fullness. My butthole pulled open. Stretched. My guts whirling around like an amusement park ride. Oh God. OH GOD.

And when he thought I was as loose as I was going to get, I could feel him lining up his dick against me. I was panicking. In all of this, I hadn’t had a chance to mentally prepare. Oh God. He was going… he was going to fuck me. Of course he was. That was the plan. But right then, at the moment of truth… what was I thinking?? I had to…

AAAAAAARRRGHAAAA!

There was pain. Pain beyond anything. Sharp and all-consuming. Driving out all other thought—perversely, the same way that all the previous pleasure had. Through the agony, I could hear Mr. Meyer’s voice. A sound that had gotten me through so many painful situations before. A voice I implicitly trusted.

“You’re okay. It will sting, but it will pass. Trust me, I would never hurt you. Breathe. Keep breathing. And when you can… push out.”

“I… I can’t….”

“Trust me. Breathe. It will pass.” His beefy hands caressing me. Calming me. “You trust me, right? We work though the pain. Work it! Like we always do! And it will be unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. I promise.”

I was used to trusting him. Used to obeying him. I breathed. GOD IT HURT. Breathe. Breathe.

Breaaaaathe.

And… the initial shock vanished, taking some of the pain away. He could feel me unclench. And he started tiny little movements. Rocking. Barely moving at all. But… it was working. The movement got me to start relaxing.

“It’s okay,” I hissed. “It’s getting… better.”

“Just breathe,” he cooed. “Push through. Push through the pain. Pain is only the feeling of weakness leaving the body. Push.” His hips starting to circle. Starting to move. My body starting instinctively to match him. Starting to….

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

Something was… something was starting to happen. I could….

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

What was that? It was starting to feel weird. It was like.

Ohhh GAAAAAAWWWD.

Something was triggering inside me. Something… unknown. Unexpected. And my body… blossomed.

Blossomed in golden LIGHT.

“Ohhhh, yeah… yeah you feel it, don’t you?”

IMMMGGHHHHAUH

“You feel my hard dick opening you up, don’t you”

“Ohhhh MUUUHHHAAAAHHHHHHH”

“Yeah, feel it. Feel my cock. Feel it! Fucking MAN SEX.”

It was like everything inside me started glowing with radioactive light. I could feel, fucking feel his cock sink into me. Re-arranging my guts. Setting me on fire wherever it touched. A glorious, shocking, obscene, sucking feeling.

A feeling of fucking LIGHT.

He slammed on top of me, laying us both out flat. His hairy chest pressed against me. Oh God his hairy chest. Scrubbing me. Scrubbing me clean. I was obsessed with that feeling. Something in the back in my mind wondered if my smoothness was as sexually devastating to him as his hairiness was to me.

His left arm wrapped around me. His right arm stretched out, grabbing me by the wrists and pulling them forward. Extending me. His face… rolled… all over me. Neck. Ears. Shoulders. Wet lips. Catching me breathless. His stubble scratching me. God, my head started lolling in response. Extending my neck to him. Reveling in the sensation of him. Overwhelmed by the force of him. His presence. Enfolding me. Possessing me.

God. The feeling of him. The physicality of him thundering around my body as lighting filled it within.

His hips started torquing and twisting, with devilish intent. Deeper. Deeper. Oh God I could FEEL his head inside me. Deeper. Pushing. Insistent. Hungry. My hole slowly embracing him, adjusting to the massive intruder. Kissing his cock. Massaging it inside me. God, all of it. All at once. His cock. is stubbled face. His thick hands. That barrel of a chest. His hair. All of it. Oh God. The electricity inside me. Arcing. I was convulsing. Writhing. He was overwhelming me. It was this feeling of utter euphoria….

Oh GAWWD.

He started rocking. Driving his dick in deeper with each movement. Sliding his hairy chest across my back. Until he pulled me in tight and we moved as once. I felt like I was losing control. The unholy SLIIIIDE of his dick plowing into me. Ripping me open. Open. Open for him…

Thrusting. Oh God he was thrusting. Driving inside me. Slowly. Relentlessly. A force of nature. Each drive ripping my mind apart. Thrusting. I could feel his man-bush crushed against my hole, then sliding back, then grinding into me again. Thrusting. Our bodies pushed forward each time from the power of him. Thrusting. Slow and deep. Making us both writhe together. Hitting places inside me. THRUSTING. The hair on my arms standing straight up. THRUSTING. Oh God the electricity. Electricity inside me. THRUSTING. Inhuman sounds from the both of us. My guts were exploding. THRUSTING. Oh God what was happening?? THRUSTING. Rushing in my ears! Oh God! THRUSTING! I was seeing fucking stars! THRUSTING! THRUSTING!! My balls were on fire!! Oh GOD! OH GOD!

OHHHMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Without touching myself, I blew the biggest load of my life. My body jerking and convulsing at the force of it. Lightning. Lighting. Oh GOD IT WAS LIKE I WAS STILL CUMMING. STILL. NGAAAHHHAA! 

Mr. Meyer pulled out, and roughly tossed me over, like I was nothing. “I wanna see your face as I fuck you.” He smeared more lube on his cock, fisted it against my savaged hole, and ripped into me again.

NGAAAHHHAA! 

My back arched. My mind running with sensations too wild to contain. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his ass cheeks. I grabbed his neck, pulled him to my face and spat out from gritted teeth:

“FUCK! ME! FUCK ME RAW!”

The next few minutes were a savage blur. He went from deep, slow thrusting to fucking pounding the shit out of me. All thought of easing me into it gone. Knowing I could take it. Knowing I was strong enough for it. I was fucking on fire. Our eyes locked. I couldn’t look way if I tried. My body felt like I was still cumming, all the whirling electricity ripping through me. He was so… overwhelming. Terrifying to see. His sweat dripping into my eyes. In that moment, he looked strong enough to rip the sun out of the sky. Each thrust jolting my body forward from the force of it. Showing me just what the male body was capable of. What my body was capable of.

The fearsome, terrifying friction. Oh GOD. This was a sign of him I’d never seen before. Violence unleashed. Lost, lost entirely in a moment of raw sexual barbarism. He pounded me. Kept pounding. Pounding POUNDINGFUCKINGPOUNGING….

…and everything spiraled into a terrifying frenzy. His movements started jerking wildly. He was making a string of bestial sounds from bared teeth. Squeezing his eyes into slits….

…and with a savage roar he fucking BLEW. I could… feel… his cock start to buck like a rodeo bronco as his cum filled my guts. I could feel its spasms. My hands, gripping him, could feel the ripples across his whole body. He kept bellowing. Staccato grunts as he finished off.

I was in terrified awe, not sure what was going to happen next.

But he looked down on me. With a grin and a glow of raw masculine satisfaction… and a fucking twinkle in he eye… as he started slowly thrusting again. Again. And again. And Again.

Oh God.

He showed no sign of slowing down, and I was in no mood to let him go. He had let loose something inside of me, a beautiful, terrible hunger, and that hunger was only growing.

And… to my astonishment, he showed me a different side of sex. Of masculinity. And shared sexual joy. He was showing me just what the male body was capable of… but in other ways. Not just the raw power, but the dance of pressure, of touch… and restraint. Of delay. The way his lips tickled my neck. The way his fingers slid through my sweaty hair. Pulling back, letting the moment slow… and come roaring back to life. Eb and flow. Letting me savor the moment, without pushing too far, too fast.

Letting it come to me. Letting me learn.

I answered, running my fingers through his sweaty chest hair. Astonished by the touch. By the hardness of his muscles and the way they moved. I reached he face up. Smearing my nose in his sweat. Breathing him in. Tasting his salt. Listening to the changing pitch of his groans. Making out with him. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

Connecting. Connecting with this Man.

He’d go back to relentless pounding, harder than fuck. But then pulled back. Not allowing himself to pull the trigger. Not just yet. For either of us.

He kept us on the edge of battleaxe… but only honed the blade. Not drawing blood.

All the while I writhed and thrashed, ripped out of my mind by the immensity of what he unleashed on me. Sexual fire I had never known in my life roared through me, obliterating all else. Needing release. Pressure building with nowhere to go. Hunger. Raw masculine hunger setting me ablaze. Wanting no restraint. Needing no restraint.

After God knows how long, I had enough. I needed more. I was his equal in hunger and need. And I needed it! Needed masculine release!

In a sexual fury, I pushed him off—throwing him on his back and riding his cock for all I was fucking worth. Pounding him in a rage with everything I had. As hard as he had pounded me. As hard as we needed. Equals as men. My leg muscles screaming. I could feel his body rush toward rocket launch. Feel the tell-tale signs of his body reaching for release. His hands tearing into my pecs. I grabbed his wrists hard enough to break bones. Using the leverage to pound harder. And when he screamingly blew his rocks inside me, I swear he came so hard that he about launched me into orbit. Feeling his load inside me, I threw my head back and blasted out endless ropes of cum myself, spraying all over him. Pasting his face with my jizz.  

Falling forward. Falling into a kiss of savagery and bliss.

Oh God… his hands. His hands that moments ago had been gripping me hard enough to rip my body apart had gone back to hands caressing me with the lightest of feather touches. Feeling me. Skipping across my sweaty skin.

“So smooth. So beautiful.”

And I swear the hardness of his body melted into softness. His mighty arms enfolding me, steadying me. Making me feel safe.

And there it was. Another side of masculinity—Man the Protector.

It was the most intimate moment of my entire life.

*

I continued my “education” with Mr. Meyer for the rest of the year. Physically, of course—it goes without saying that he also opened up vast new worlds of physical pleasure for me, giving and receiving. Pleasures I would never have come to on my own without an experienced hand to guide me. And we did continue our strength training, giving me the body I wanted and deserved.

But his lessons weren’t only physical. There was… wisdom… in his training as well. Teaching me confidence. Pride and carriage. How a man should march forth in life, and seize his own destiny.

How to grab life by the balls.

I will carry these myriad lessons forever.

But.

As we all know, nothing lasts forever, and our time together ultimately came to an end. As the year wound down, life delivered a 1-2 punch to my gut—his wife got pregnant again, and he got a job offer in a bigger school district, with a salary he couldn’t possibly turn down.

I guess in a way, there was a lesson for me in that, too.

Our last time together, he finally asked me to fuck him. Maybe it was a final exam of sorts, to show everything I learned. It’s funny—I still hold today that the best way to learn how to fuck a guy well is to get fucked yourself.

I cried when we said goodbye. Alone, and unable to say anything to anyone. And that night, alone in my room, I cried harder. So many tears, I don’t think I slept at all.

But the next morning, I put that all away and started to push forward again.

That’s what a man does.

And with Mr. Meyer’s help…

…I most certainly had become a man.

THE END

Bobby stands at the bar and watches Roman. How the big man seems to command the room, to have others take notice. Many steer clear of Roman but some hover, circle around him wanting to be chosen. To be the one to submit, to be obedient and willing.  Bobby knew what it would entail to submit to Roman. He had known Roman for four years and heard the stories of one guy or another going into Roman’s basement where they endured being caged, left alone for long periods of time, naked, longing for Roman to come to them. The stories of the guys willing to get into a stockade or secured to a cross or just tossed on a bed to be tied up and fucked. Roman had described the wrought iron head and foot that was perfect for securing hands and feet.

Roman’s basement was for hard play, guys enduring days or weeks at a time in it. Bobby knew many of them. There was Paul who spent six months with Roman then allowed Roman to sell him to someone in Barcelona. Bryan had been next, a shy introverted guy who made Roman proud of his obedience. After four months of visiting the basement, a new person emerged, confident, self-assured. Someone who no longer waited for someone to approach him but approached the men he desired. The last Bobby had heard, Bryan was living with a guy in The Sheffield, the high-end condos downtown.  The next guy of some importance to Roman was Aaron. A boy, just eighteen, and far too eager initially. Roman told Bobby how he wished Aaron wasn’t so cocksure for he had a lot to learn. Bobby never knew what ended Aaron’s trips to the basement, but he still saw him at The Abyss with one man or another. The last guy of note was Roger, the one Roman swore was the one, the guy that seemed to please Roman the most. For nearly a year, Roger lived with Roman. It seemed like a perfect relationship, but then Roger got a job transfer to New York and was soon gone.

Roman had tried to get Bobby to submit to him. To come to the basement, but from their first meeting four years prior when Bobby had just moved to the city for his first job after getting his degree, he refused. Bobby told Roman he wasn’t into bondage or master/slave relationships or being submissive. But he did think about it, imagining doing those things Paul, Bryan, Aaron, and Roger had done. But it also scared him. It seemed like he would be debasing himself to submit so completely to someone. To admit publicly he wanted to feel the flogger warm his skin, for hands to hold his head while cock plunged to the back of his throat, or to be bound, tied up unable to move while cock fucked him until cum trickled from his ass. Or willing to just be left in a cage, naked and used, for long periods of time. His friends would make fun of him, and guys in the bar would point him out as Roman’s latest conquest, wondering if they would ever have a shot at that mouth and ass.

He had never been a confident person, one who would skinny dip in high school letting the guys and girls see him naked. The one who would freely admit he was a bottom, a guy who loved to get fucked. He worried how others viewed him. But Roman had seen him as someone desirous and it should have been enough. Roman had pursued him for a month before giving up and moving on to someone else. He often wondered what it would have been like if he had just submitted.

Looking into the mirror behind the bar, Bobby stared at his reflection critical of every blemish, of every aspect of his features that were not perfect. He looked at Roman’s reflection just to the side of his own considering the big muscular man. He knew the stats having heard them from others often enough. Six foot four inches tall, 225 muscular pounds, black hair, dark brown eyes, and nine inches of thick ram rod straight cock. On the right bicep, a tattoo of Charon, the Ferryman of Hades. Bobby looked at the strong masculine face and admired its attractiveness, then he turned his eyes back to his reflection. He was five foot ten inches tall, one hundred forty-seven pounds with an average skinny body. He had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a baby face down to the rosy, red cheeks and a rare need to shave. Looking more critically, he focused on those imperfect aspects, things he had used to berate himself since a teenager. The moles on his too long neck, the way one eye and ear were slightly lower than the other, just enough to notice when he held his head straight and looked for it. Then there was the cowlick, how his hair angled upward on one side of his forehead. He hated it and kept thinking he would just cut his hair close to the scalp, but then he didn’t like the shape of his head.

 

Roman was talking to Jack and Travis, the three of them laughing about something, and Bobby watched them in the mirror not wanting Roman to know how he was watching him. How he was thinking about Roman’s advances four years ago and what it might have been like if he had only submitted. He didn’t dare turn around and stare openly across the room. He worried Roman could see it in his eyes, recognize the look, one Roman talked about seeing in others.

Roman was his friend, someone he could confide in and there were many things he did confide to Roman, but never his secret sexual desires. He wondered if he could ever admit it to him. Maybe too much time had passed, their relationship now a comfortable friendship that precluded any possibility of sex. Roman would probably laugh it off as just a joke, something he was play-acting to get a rise out of him. Roman could never take him seriously…could he?

Jack and Travis headed toward the bar and Bobby watched Roman move to the chair, an old barber’s chair set along the far wall tucked between a vending machine selling snacks, cigarettes, and lube, and a trophy case with shiny gold trophies of past winners of contests held by the bar or one of the local organizations supporting the community. The chair was symbolic, a shrine of sorts, for the man sitting in it was showing his position as a top, a master, waiting to see if someone was willing to be their slave.

It was twenty-five feet or so from the bar to the chair. But in the reflection in the mirror, it seemed further away. Bobby found himself staring at Roman thinking of it. Not of the physical cock and its description he had heard so often over the last four years. But of Roman using it to fuck him. First in the mouth, then in the ass. He imagined what it would feel like to have the weight of the big man on top of him. The constriction that would make breathing difficult while cock plunged into his depths. Then he imagined the big hands holding him down, smacking his ass until it burned, or welding the large leather flogger that hung from a clip on the belt, the tassels draped across the seat and hanging long over its edge. He imagined the feel of them striking his skin until it was hot and glowing red. He imagined his ass glowing red as he bent over and spread his cheeks for Roman, revealing himself to be willing.

He only had to go to Roman and confide to this one secret he had kept from him.

Bringing his focus from the flogger up to Roman’s face he saw him staring back. Their eyes locked for a second and Roman nodded.

Bobby held his head down and exhaled as if exhausted. And he was exhausted. Exhausted from pretending to be something he wasn’t, pretending he didn’t want what was right in front of him. He finished his drink, sliding the empty glass across the bar and turned to face Roman.

The crowd seemed to shift and move out of the way until there was a clear path across the room. A path straight across it from his place at the bar to Roman in the chair. Bobby pushed off the bar, tugged his black T-shirt over his head revealing his upper body for the first time in the bar. He didn’t look to see how others saw him, this skinny guy staring across the room at Roman. Roman sat up and stared back as if summoning him to continue across the room.

Bobby took one step, then another until he was halfway across the room where he stopped. Just stopped. He stared at Roman wondering if he was worthy. He had to show Roman, demonstrate in some manner he was worthy. He went to his knees, giving Roman a long stare, then dropped to his hands and knees and began to crawl.

He crawled forward head down seeing only the dark dirty floor. Drink straws, a piece of a napkin, and with every step of his hands, the feel of the grit and grime. He didn’t look up but heard how the bar fell silent, only the music playing filled the air with sound. He wondered what the others thought as he crawled across the floor. He wondered with fear and anxiousness what Roman thought.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the foot of the barber’s chair came into view and with it two size 13 black boots. The boots didn’t move, and Bobby didn’t dare look up. He moved to the right boot, rubbed his cheek along the side of it, inhaling the scent of polished leather. He ran his nose up the laces, then stuck out his tongue and dragged it over the toe. He spit shined the toe with his tongue, then moved along the side of the boot as the other boot came to rest on his back just below the neck. He felt the hard sole press into his skin as he dragged his tongue up the side of the boot.

“That’s enough; stand up,” said Roman.

Bobby sat up, then climbed to his feet before Roman. He stared into the stoic face trying to get a read on him. Did his act of submission please him or would Roman reject him. He wanted the former with such desire his cock stirred in the confines of his jeans, but he feared the latter. Roman stood, towering over him, chest bare except for the leather harness, and Bobby looked at the hard nub of each nipple unable to face him as he waited for some response. A hand came to his neck, then moved to lift his chin until he was facing Roman.

“I’m glad to see it’s you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly Roman was pushing him, turning him toward the vending machine until he was up against it. He felt the warm glass against his back and the hand on his neck, how it tightened its grip and pushed upward until only his toes touched the floor. He felt how it stretched his body, how his jeans felt loose around his waist, just hanging from it. Roman leaned in and kissed him roughly while slipping the other hand down into his jeans until fingers were touching his hardening cock.

There were comments by those nearby, crude and sexual, and encouragement for more. But Bobby didn’t notice, for all he could comprehend was Roman. Roman’s lips against his own. Roman’s right hand on his neck pinning him to the vending machine, and the left down inside his jeans getting him rock hard.

“If you leave with me, you’re not going home until early Monday morning in time to get ready for work,” said Roman.

“I understand.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, sir.”

 

A half dozen guys follow them out, one tossing Roman the black T-shirt Bobby had tossed on the floor. They follow Roman who holds Bobby by the neck guiding him to the Jeep Gladiator sitting along the back of the parking lot. Before Roman opens the passenger door, he releases Bobby and steps back.

“Strip.”

Bobby wants to protest, tell Roman to not make him do it in front of the others. But he stands in the shadow of the truck with eyes locked on Roman and undoes the button then tugs down the zipper feeling the jeans go loose around his waist. He tugs off his shoes, socks, then works each leg free until standing in just his boxer briefs, the white fabric glowing bright in the dim light. He’s breathing hard and feels a strange conflict. On one hand, he doesn’t want to get naked, not in the parking lot and not in front of a bunch guys, some he knows, and some he doesn’t. But on the other hand, he feels his erection pressing against the front of the boxer briefs wanting to be freed. He feels a state of arousal like never before, and he takes the boxer briefs by the waistband and works them down until they are loose around his thighs, and he lets them fall around his ankles. Naked, cock angled out rock hard, he stands letting Roman and the others see him. Then he kicks the boxer briefs off where they land at Roman’s feet.

Roman picks them up and comes toward him. The passenger door is opened, and Bobby climbs into the seat. Roman opens the glovebox taking out handcuffs, putting them around each wrist, then he shoves the boxer briefs into Bobby’s mouth and closes the door. As Roman moves around the front of the truck, Bobby sees the guys smiling and making comments, to each other and to Roman. When Roman has the truck running and in gear, the guys move aside letting them pass as they drive away heading to Roman’s home, the one with the basement where Bobby knows he’ll spend the next three nights.

 

Bobby feels his nakedness. The rawness of it as he sits on a cold concrete floor, hands tied over his head to the bars of the cage. The cage is just large enough to sit down with legs folded underneath and high enough he can get on his knees. He thinks of it, on his knees up to the bars sucking Roman’s cock. He thinks of Roman’s hands touching him back in the bar, fondling his cock getting him hard. He thinks of the way the hand felt on his neck, the tight grip restricting his breathing and the strength to lift him off his feet if so desired. Blindfolded and naked all he thinks about is sex. Sex with Roman, submitting to sucking and fucking and…

Things that scare him, terrify him to the point he might show weakness, and in the end fail Roman.

How long Roman had left him alone in the basement he had no idea. Fifteen minutes, an hour, maybe longer. Wasn’t Roman horny? Wasn’t he ready to fuck? To get that big cock sucked. Bobby was ready to give Roman what he wanted, to assume any position, or all of them. He would lay on his back, straddle the waist and sit down on it, or get on his hands and knees like in the bar and let Roman fuck him like an animal. Relentlessly, thrusting with the power of his muscular body until spent.

A door closes nearby and Bobby waits, listening intently for any sound. His hands are freed, and he rubs the wrist to get all the feeling back into them.

“Take off the blindfold.”

Bobby slips the blindfold off and blinks until his eyes adjust to the light, then looks up at Roman. The large man is naked, cock angled out half hard. And he is enticingly close the cage, cock only an inch from the bars of the door. Roman steps closer pushing the cock through the bars.

“Bobby. Suck.”

Bobby gets on his knees and moves to the offered cock. He pushes his face against it and inhales Roman’s scent, kisses the smooth skin, then angles his head aligning his mouth with the head and takes it in his mouth. He pushes forward, taking all of it, feeling it flex and thicken on his tongue. He sucks and tongues and moves his lips along its growing length, hungrily, desperately, until it stretches out to its full nine-inch length. It is thick, so fucking thick, it stretches his jaws wide to take it, but he takes it, as much as he can, sucking and slurping on the head while his own cock grows hard. He moves to the bars of the door, presses his body against the cold steel while Roman’s cock pushes at the back of his throat and his own cock brushes against a calf. Every touch is arousing, each brush of flesh against flesh, each thrust of cock into his mouth.

Bobby doesn’t see Roman reach through the bars on top, but he gasps when it grabs him by the hair and jerks his head back. Spit hits him in the face, and as it trickles down his cheek as he looks up at Roman, mouth open, gasping for air.

“You need a bit more time.”

NO, Bobby almost exclaimed. No, no more time, no more being left alone but he doesn’t say any of it, instead he watches Roman go to the door and leave. This time he is able to look around at his surroundings, taking in everything he had only heard about in the past. The cross is in the corner with two spotlights on it. The shiny metal rings and nail heads contrast with the dark wood. He sees the stockade, surprised at how simple it looks after years of hearing Roman talk of its use. Of guys secured in it on their knees sucking cock then taking it in the ass. He pictures himself in it, how it would make him stay on his knees, bent forward with arms and head through the stockade. The bed is on a wall in front of him and he see the physical presence he remembered Roman describe, first of its construction of vinyl wrapped plywood on the bed frame, then about its frequent use. Looking around he sees chain hanging from the wood structure of the floor above, a table with lube and various devices laying across it, the flogger prominent in the center of it, and to his left, he sees a shower stall wondering if it was used more for cleaning up or fucking. To his right he looks at the blank wall wondering if Roman has plans for more gear in the future. Then he notices it. Right by the cage on the floor. A dildo, eight inches long he would guess and next to it a bottle of lube. Is he to use it, loosen his hole for Roman’s cock, or is it a test of some kind. He sits down and stares at the 8” fleshy looking cock, how it curves slightly, and the shaft is ribbed with fake veins and wrinkles. Without thinking about it, he is soon slowly stroking his own cock. He has drooled so much his hand moves slickly on his cock, and it arouses him to the point he wants to cum, but he lets go of his cock and watches if flex with his arousal until it begins to soften. Then he strokes it again, stopping once again before coming. Over and over, he does this until it is painful, this tease of his cock. The clear slick just drools from the slit and trickles down the head and he smears it along the shaft renewing his erection, all the while staring at the dildo sitting upright just through the bars.

He rises onto his knees and reaches through the bars until he has the dildo in hand. It is thick, but not as thick as Roman’s cock. He reaches for the lube, flips the top open and dribbles the slick liquid down the dildo until it is running over his hand. He smears it around the cock then reaches back and rubs it along is ass. He sits the dildo on the floor and moves over it. Stroking his cock, he eases down on it. His ass touches it and he shifts his position until the blunt head is at his opening and he lowers himself feeling the penetration. His cock flexes in his hand as he takes inch after inch. He takes half of it, then begins to move up and down working his ass over it, taking more and more until he could sit down on it all the way. He strokes his cock and moves his ass on the dildo, up and down until he is so close to coming, he has to slip his ass off it and let go of his cock.

He is panting, like a bitch in heat, face pressed to the cold steel bars, cock flexing up and down between his thighs, and his ass feeling empty when the door opens and Roman comes in.

“Will you do as I ask?”

Yes, yes, goddamn it, yes, Bobby thinks as he just turns his eyes to Roman. He watches the man approach, come right up to the cage, and rub hard dripping cock across his face.

“Yes,” Bobby utters, not sure if he is answering the question or telling Roman, he likes the cock in his face.

 “Suck.”

The cock comes to his mouth and Bobby takes it. He holds tight to the bars as cock is fed to him, inch after thick inch until it is pushing at the back of his throat. He tries to control his breathing and take it, every inch, and when hands reach into the cage and hold his head to the bars, he has to take it, every inch until his nose is pressed into pubic hair.

The cock moves through his lips with a steady rhythm, a fuck motion that arouses him, makes his own cock get rock hard again. He feels how it slaps against the cold steel bars while Roman’s cock fucks his mouth. When the hands tighten their hold and Roman shoves to the back of his throat, he chokes on the first eruption when it hits the back of his throat. Wad after wad erupt from Roman’s cock quickly filling his mouth and he savors it, lets it swirl around his tongue and the spurting cock until his mouth is so full he must swallow or risk losing so much as a single drop.

 

Bobby is secured to the cross, facing Roman. His cock angles outward hard, dripping, as he watches Roman wave the flogger getting the feel of it, the rhythm of its movement back into memory, working his arm in a manner to gain maximum movement of the tassels. It strikes him on the stomach, then chest, and he takes it. Again, the flogger strikes, and he feels the sting of the strike and the slow building warmth of his skin. He shivers when the strikes hit his stomach, the shudders and jerks when the flogger strikes his cock and balls. He suppresses the desire to cry out, to howl with the pain of it, and Roman stops, stepping back.

Roman steps back up and renews his flogging until his chest, stomach, and thighs are red and burning, and he is gasping for breath. Roman releases him, only to make him turn and face the wall. The flogging renews, hitting across the back, the ass, and across the thighs until he is sweating and shivering and on the verge of pleading with Roman to stop. Then it stops and he is left to hang from his bonds trying to calm his breathing. 

“Bobby. Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop and let you go home if you want.”

“No. Keep going. I want this.”

Bobby knows he can stop Roman at any time. All he has to do is utter the safe word, just say it and Roman promised he would stop. It gave him an out, a way of stopping Roman’s use of his body. But he knew he wouldn’t use it. Not now that he finally found the courage to submit to him.

 

Bobby lays his wrist and neck on the lower section and Roman closes the stockade and locks it in place with a padlock. Something that requires a key to unlock. He had pictured the position but now it is real. He is on his knees and bent forward. The stockade is loose enough to allow some movement of his head and hands, but not much. He senses Roman behind him, then feels a hand slide down his back, hot and slick against his skin. The hand moves over his ass, then works fingers down between his cheeks until they are prying at his hole. One finger, then two penetrating it, working around its slick opening and Bobby hears Roman chuckle.

Roman is suddenly in front of him, cock in his face, and he takes it. As Roman works it through his lips, drool drips from his chin and his own cock begins to harden again.

“That’s it, get it good and wet. It’s all the lube I’m going to use.”

Bobby slobbers over Roman’s cock, gets it as wet as he can for it was what was asked, and he knows he will need it.

Roman pulls back and Bobby waits, knowing Roman is moving around behind him. He senses it, then feels his legs kicked apart, then hands on his back, rubbing and stroking him as cock is slapped across his ass, pushed up along the crevice between his cheeks until he is moaning and trying to push back.

“Fucking whore,” Roman utters jokingly as he pumps his cock between the cheeks and over the lower back.

Bobby wants to tell Roman to stop teasing him. He wants to tell Roman to put it in him, to fuck him, for he wants it so bad his own cock flexes with his arousal.

The hands leave his back, and one is pulling his cheeks apart as the cock is guided to his opening. A push and it feels like half of the cock is buried inside him. It feels twice as thick and far longer. Then he feels Roman push deeper, inch after inch, and he shudders with the penetration.

“Fuck,” Bobby utters, trying not to cry out.

Hands hold his waist as cock pummels his inside. Roman’s pace increases until he is hammering hips against ass and the stockade is rocking and squeaking, and Bobby is banging his neck and wrists on the sides of the holes.

A hand snakes around his waist and touches his cock, then takes it stroking in rhythm with Roman’s brutal pace. Bobby takes it, every thrust into his depths. Every smack against his ass. And that hand on his cock is bringing him to the brink of release.

Roman, sir…I’m going to come.”

It’s a pleading for Roman to slow down if he is not to come, a warning he is so close he can’t hold back.

“You can come. Come for me.”

Roman slows, pushing cock into Bobby’s depths in a manner that lets him feel every inch. A push inward and tug outward, over and over, and Bobby is fully aware of every fucking inch. It is during this slow fuck, hand stroking his cock at the same pace, that he comes. Painfully, with such force he jerks and shudders with it. His cock flexes in the hand with every ejaculation, shooting wad after wad until finally spent. As he settles into the stockade gasping for breath and body on fire, Roman begins to fuck with renewed enthusiasm. A hard brutal pace that makes Bobby’s cock stay hard as he rocks and shakes in the stockade.  After what seems an impossibly long time, Roman bellows like a bull, shoves into his depths, shuddering and jerking with release.

“Clean me.”

Bobby sees the slimy cock in his face, half hard and dripping as he opens his mouth to take it as commanded.

 

Roman entered the room again, still naked, once again erect. He dragged Bobby from the cage to the bed, tossed him down on it and methodically tied his hands to the frame at the head.

With an ankle in each hand, Roman penetrated Bobby, pushed all the way into his hole, then began to fuck. Hips banging against ass, the old metal bed frame squeaking and rocking, then banging against the wall, all in the rhythm of their fuck. Roman spread the legs wide apart, then held the legs together against his chest as he slowed then sped up his fuck. For Bobby it was about the penetration, the feel of the big thick cock sinking into his ass. The push and tug through his loosened opening until his own drooled on his stomach.

Roman pushed his legs to one side, twisting him at the waist and banged his insides until he saw stars. Brutal, quick thrusts into his depths that seemed to push the air from his lungs. He gasped for breath as Roman tore his ass up, just hammered his insides until he felt a need to cum. He tried to slow it, attempted to think of something else, but all he could think about was Roman and his big fat cock and how he was taking it, every goddamn inch. His own cock drooled on his stomach then flexed up and down as cock battered his insides.

“Sir, please!”

“Go on, come for me.”

And he did. Shuddering with every ejaculation, Bobby worked his hips, pushed against Roman then pushed forward as if that made each ejaculation that much harder. Cum rained down on his face and chest, then painfully dribbled from the slit as cock continued to batter his insides.

“Roman.”

A painful breathless cry.

Roman held Bobby by the back of the knees and pushed down until it was hard to breathe. He shifted over him, held the legs down letting Bobby feel his weight, and he resumed their fuck. He smacked down on the upturned ass as sweat dripped down on Bobby. The bed rocked noisily with their movement, getting louder as Roman’s pace increased.

Bobby lay on the bed, tugging against the rope binding his hands as Roman hammered his insides. Then Roman bellowed like a bull, shoved inward all the way and kept jamming hips against ass as he filled Bobby’s ass with his load.

 

The room is dark, only a small light somewhere in the corner providing some illumination. Everything was grey or in dark shadow, making the room seem larger than it was. Bobby leans back against the cold steel bars, hands tied to the bars across the top, and tries to relax, to find a comfortable position to get some sleep for he knows Roman will not be returning for some time. He thinks of their sex, how he sucked Roman’s cock, then took it in the ass. It still aroused him to think of it. If only his hands were not bound and tied to the top of the cage, but then Roman understood, knew he would masturbate to the memory of their first fuck. His cock stirred as he replayed their sex. Reimagined the physical nature of it, the way Roman touched him, manhandled him, fucked him.

He pictured that cock in his face then remembered the feel of it stretching his ass open and fucking him to the point he came. He looked down and saw the head of his cock was in the dim light for it had risen erect from between his thighs. If only he could take it in hand.

 

“Bobby, wake up.”

Bobby saw the cage door was open and a card table was set up in the room with breakfast sitting on it.

“Time for breakfast,” said Roman as he untied Bobby’s hands.

Naked, cock half-hard, Bobby went to the table and sat on the cold metal chair. He was ravenous, and he ate without speaking, Roman standing off the side watching.

“You need to clean up and get ready. I laid out what you’re to wear on the table.”

“Yes, sir.”

Roman smiled, just a brief curve up of the mouth, then he left the room.

Bobby showered, then went to the table to see what Roman had laid out. There were only two items. A collar, black leather with one chrome ring on the front of it, and a pair of shorts, short in the legs and made of shear fabric. Slipping his hand into a leg opening he saw how it was completely visible. It felt like a test. Some way to push him. He had told Roman in the past he didn’t like the idea of others watching him, didn’t feel comfortable with the way some guys looked at him, as if judging his looks and finding him lacking.

It had to be a test.

Bobby slipped on the shorts wondering why bother with anything, but the soft black shear fabric was soft to his skin, none more so than his sensitive cock. Then he put the collar around his neck securing the buckle in back. He went to the mirror mounted on the wall and looked at his reflection. He saw his cock stirring with his arousal and thoughts of sex. He saw how the shear black shorts and the black leather collar contrasted with his skin tone, fair white against black.

The door swung open and Roman entered the room dressed in black leather pants with a cod piece, black vest open down the front and a black leather cap. It was too early to go to a bar or club, so Bobby wondered what Roman was up to.

Roman came to him, hooked a leash into the loop and tugged him to follow. Out the door, up the steps to the main level of the house. They came out into the entry hall and Roman led him to double doors opposite the living room. Bobby expected a study or a library, some formal room with books and old leather chairs. Following Roman into the room, he found it was nearly bare of furniture. Just four black leather chairs positioned in the four corners of the room and in the middle a platform, covered in black vinyl about two feet high. In three chairs sat men dressed like Roman, each with a guy on a leash in some attire that barely covered their cocks. Bobby realized he was the only one practically naked as he followed Roman to the empty chair, taking his position on the floor beside it. The guy to his right had a jock strap on, the pouch bulging with cock. The guy to his left was in ratty gym shorts, the legs cut so short the head of his cock was visible. Across the room in the opposite corner, the guy wore black shorts he would soon realize had zippers front and back.

He felt embarrassed. He felt exposed, too exposed. But he stayed on his knees like the others with hands held at his side letting them look. And he looked around the room seeing each man and his boy staring, eyes looking up and down his body. Did they like what they saw he wondered, then he noticed the cock in the gym shorts rising up erect, pushing up at the leg.

“Bobby has a problem with his self-image, how he views himself. He needs to understand that what I find desirous is all that matters, and he should relish the opportunity to display himself for me,” said Roman.

“Does he satisfy you,” one of the men asked.

“So far, yes. But he needs to prove himself to me, prove he can please me when and where I so choose.”

“Like now?” someone else asked.

“Like now. Bobby, get me hard.”

Bobby turned to see the cod piece released and half-hard cock exposed, along with the low hanging nuts. He turned and moved between the legs, and with a hand on each thigh, moved his head down and forward until he could kiss that cock, tongue it, and the sac behind it. He worked the nuts around in their sac, then took the enlarging cock in his mouth and sucked until he struggled to breath and drool dripped from his chin.

“Stand up,” Roman uttered.

Bobby heard the tone, aroused and wanting. He stood and Roman roughly jerked the shorts down, causing his cock to flop out, hard, rock hard. He couldn’t believe how it affected him, to have others watch while he sucked Roman’s cock, struggled to take every inch then suck on the head wishing for its release. But he knew Roman had other plans, and he watched him lean back and hold up his cock. Nine inches and thick as a man’s wrist he thought as he looked at it, shiny and wet from his spit. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He climbed into Roman’s lap facing him with his legs nestled down between the arms of the chair and each thigh. He rubbed his ass over the cock head, pushing his own against Roman’s chest. Wet slick smears trialed the head of his cock as he worked his hips, rubbed his ass over that blunt cock head until he wanted it so bad he didn’t care if it did hurt on initial penetration.

He shuddered and shivered as he lowered his ass on Roman’s cock. The pain from his hole stretching open made him breathless, but he kept easing down, inch after inch, knowing the men and their boys could see him take Roman. He moved down until he knew he had over half of it, then he started a slow fuck. Up and down, over and over, working his ass down on that cock until he was taking nearly every inch and Roman held his waist keeping him upright and steady.

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck me,” Bobby uttered as he held his forehead against Roman’s while working his ass up and down, up and down, until that big fat cock moved easily through his opening.

“Change positions; turn around,” Roman uttered in a low voice, one only Bobby could hear.

“Yes, sir,” in the same low voice.

Bobby eased off Roman’s cock, climbed down to his feet and faced the men. He stroked his cock just enough to smear his slick on it. It shined in the dim light of the room and stuck straight out, rock hard and drooling. He let it go letting the men and their boys see it flex up and down with his arousal, then be eased back, climbed into Roman’s lap, feet up on the seat of the chair. He leaned back with his ass hovering over the cock held up for him. He dropped down on it taking every inch. Then he lay against Roman’s left shoulder, spread his knees wide apart, and worked his ass on that cock. Up, until the head nearly slipped free, then down, all the way, ass smacking down on hips.

“Jesus,” someone uttered, and Bobby looked around the room. Boys were sucking their master’s cocks. The one in gym shorts was now naked, the gym shorts lying on the floor. The guy directly opposite had his shorts unzipped, front and back, exposing hard cock and a nut sac drawn up tight and in back, a round ass Bobby knew would be on a cock before the day was over.

Head on Roman’s shoulder, mouth gapped open sucking in air, Bobby worked his ass, slammed it down on that cock, then upward exposing most of it to the others, every slick wet inch that had been in his ass. It made him feel more alive than ever before. Every muscle burned with his exertion, and he felt feverish, so hot sweat beaded up on his skin. He gasped for breath. Felt his own cock flop around his groin, hard, leaking, ready to come with just a little manipulation. If only Roman would let him.

“Let them see you come,” Roman whispered and Bobby had to suppress the desire to smile. He kept a stoic appearance, serious, determined to please Roman and in turn the others.

Opening his eyes, Bobby raised his head and stared across the room at the man being sucked by the boy in the unzipped shorts. He knew him, a close friend of Romans from their college days, and the one Roman wanted to impress the most. He stared until the man was looking at him and he took his cock in hand and slowly stroked it as he slowed his fuck on Roman’s cock. Slowly he descended on that cock. Slowly, he raised his ass, feeling every inch slip through his loosened opening. He kept it up, this agonizingly slow pace, one that made him shiver and moan and grunt obscenities.

It was too much, and unable to hold back Bobby increased his pace, of his masturbating and of his fuck. Ass slammed down on Roman’s hips as his hand smacked his abdomen. Rough, physical, and a pace that made his hand a blur and the sense of his fuck just the fullness of cock buried inside him. Looking across the room, he saw the man has his boy on all fours fucking him. To his left the boy was in the man’s lap riding the cock in a mirror image of his own fuck. To his right, the boy was on the floor on his back, cock still confined in the jockstrap as he was getting his ass fucked. Looking back across the room, the man was watching him while holding the boy by the waist and fucking as fast and rough as his own fuck.

“Roman…please…”

Bobby slammed his ass down and came. A thick wad hit him in the face. He kept working his ass on Roman’s cock while his own spurt wad after wad until his chest and stomach was covered in it. Roman put hands on his thighs and pushed his ass down as the cock inside him erupted. He felt it flex with each ejaculation as it filled his hole.

 

Laying on the platform, he held his legs behind the knees and took each man. The man opposite was first, shoving a slimy cock into his dripping ass and fucked to a rough release. Then the man to his right came over, shoved the boy’s jockstrap into his mouth then ordered him to fuck Bobby. The leaking cock was raked across his ass, then pumped along side his own, and finally it was put to his leaking hole and shoved into his depths. It didn’t take long, the boy too aroused, and he was slamming hips against Bobby’s upturned ass while coming. The man from Bobby’s left came over and pushed his boy to suck Bobby’s cock while he moved into position. With a hot mouth on his cock and another cock in his ass, Bobby clutched the edge of the platform and held on, wondering how much he could take. He tilted his head back and saw Roman was still in his chair watching while slowly stroking his cock. He knew Roman would fuck him last, making a show of it.

A show, a display of his arousal, how much he wanted the sex, and Bobby arced his back pushing his ass down on the cock fucking him. He moaned and squirmed on the platform, then begged the boy sucking his cock to suck harder. He pushed the boy’s head down on his cock until he gagged, seeing his man smile at the roughness of it. Then he pushed the mouth off his cock seeing the boy’s disappointment.

“Sit on it,” Bobby uttered.

The boy moved over his waist and while facing him dropped down on his cock, all the way, then began to ride it. As cock fucked his ass, the boy rode his cock. But it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to feel that man’s cock next to his own and he pulled the boy down, got him to lay on his chest. Looking over the right shoulder, told his man to do it, to put that big hard cock in the boy’s ass next to his own.

It was so goddamn tight, the man’s cock next to his own. But the boy took it like a champ, not uttering one word. But Bobby felt the body shudder against him as the second cock pushed in next to his own. Then the man began to fuck, and Bobby bit his lower lip and held his head back. He watched Roman watching them as cock rubbed along side his own inside the boy’s ass. The boy cried out, begged his man to fuck him, and Bobby held tight to the edge of the platform as the man fucked harder, faster, until banging against the boy’s ass.

Bobby came first, feeling his cock flex within the tight hole with every release. The man’s cock began to move easily in his cum using it as lube. Then he pushed the boy down and slammed cock into his depths, pumping another load into him.

 

Bobby was on his knees and his cock hovered parallel with his stomach. It drooled its slick forming a puddle on the platform. Roman came to him, hooked the leash to his collar then climbed on the platform on his knees coming up to Bobby’s head. Nothing was said for Bobby knew what to do. He opened his mouth and took Roman’s cock, took every inch letting it push into his throat. Then he moved on it, worked his lips along the thick shaft, tongued the blunt head, and slobbered on it until it dripped from his chin. Roman pulled the leash tight burying the cock into his mouth making him gasp for air, then Roman let him resume his suck.

Roman moved between Bobby’s legs, kicked them further apart, and buried all nine thick inches into his ass. Then Roman fucked. Fucked with a slow steady pace letting the men see every inch slid in and out of Bobby’s ass. He fucked steadily until Bobby’s cock flexed up and down and his body sweated with the exertion. He fucked until the others came while watching them, then he held the narrow waist in his big hands, tight, fingers digging into the flesh and he fucked harder, with hips banging against ass. The sound of it echoed in the room, only slightly louder than Bobby’s whorish cries.

Roman grabbed Bobby by the hair pulling him upright on his knees while he kept fucking. He shoved forward so roughly Bobby’s cock flopped around wetly smacking stomach and hips. He tugged harder on Bobby’s hair causing him to arc his back and push his cock outward, rock hard and sticking straight out. Every thrust rocked Bobby. Every thrust seemed to knock the air out of him and make his cock drool. Roman nipped his neck, swirled tongue in the curvature of his ear, then reached around and took the drooling slick cock and stroked it as roughly as he shoved his own into Bobby’s ass.

Bobby came first, a thick wad of cum arcing through the air spattering on the platform. Then another and another, each one landing closer to Bobby’s knees until the last just dribbled out and Bobby was begging Roman to stop. Then Roman pushed into his depths, all the way, and came.

 

Bobby woke in the cage, naked and sore and still feeling exhausted. He had no idea of the time, not even if it was still Saturday or if it was now Sunday. Leaning in the corner of the cage he wondered when Roman would come for him again, already imagining it, picturing some new scenario where he took that cock, in the mouth, in the ass, whichever Roman desired.

Then he replayed the events of earlier, how he had let himself just go. Just do the things he knew Roman wanted him to do. To let others watch, then participate. He wondered if he met Roman’s expectations, if he had done well, truly shown Roman his willingness and desire to submit to him.

He leaned his head against the bars and relived Roman’s last fuck, just the two of them on the platform while the others watched. It had aroused him so much. Made him feel his masculine nature. The erection. The burning muscle from his exertions. The feel of a man’s cock inside him. Then he fantasied about everyday life, how he could live with Roman if allowed. He pictured cooking meals for him, cleaning his house, doing the laundry, and when Roman wanted, sucking his cock, and taking it in the ass. He closed his eyes and let the fantasy become a dream, drifting off to sleep again.

My time on the cattle trail. Well, here we go the first night out in the country all alone just the cattle and the men.  The first night I went to a walk while out I came across two cowboys naked sucking their cocks, I stop to watch they saw me and ask if I like to join them, I said sure, but I needed both of them to fucked me. They said no problem.

By the way both cowboys were around 40 and so far, both were hung nice both had fat big cowboy cocks.  Well soon I was Naked on my knees.  sucking both of their cowboy cocks one cowboy had huge balls that hung down very low, the other was up tight.

Those two cowboys used me, soon one had me on my back legs up when he enter my cowboy pussy bare.  Once all the way in he fucked me hard and deep, the other cowboy put his cock in my mouth all the way in fucking my mouth like it was a pussy, they had me moaning and moaning as the fucked me hard,

The then cowboy fucking me stopped and I felt his load enter my pussy. The other cowboy switch places he entered my pussy fucking me hard then he cum in my pussy too, I had cowboy cum running out.

This happens every night some Horny cowboy would fuck me.

Then on night two cowboys had me sit on the saddle horny taking it all the way in my wet cum filled pussy.

All I can say about the cattle run is HAPPY TRAILS TO ME.

The showers are over. Both men are squeaky clean and lie on the cushions facing each other.

The Turk and Umut study each other in the silent afterglow.

“We could go at it again, but let’s not.  We’ve got all weekend.  We can do all kinds of sexual things… watch each other drip and then jack off, timing our cumming so we see each other spurt out our milk.  Or I could jump on your bones, ram a few fingers up your ass and take you like a cheap whore.  We can do anything we want to. 

The Turk empties the bottle of wine, and each man relaxes before heading to bed.

The Turk sleeps soundly, dwelling on the product of his loins, Umut, his son.

The next morning, they exchange pleasantries over coffee.

“Or do you want me to rub my beard between your legs as I pull your dick forward with my mouth, letting the hair of my beard spoil the inside of your thighs?  I wouldn’t hold on to your dick for too long.  I wouldn’t want to spoil you.  All I would want to do is tease you and watch you drip.  You have no idea how turned on I am watching your love juice flow out of you, knowing it’s me and what we can do together that gets your fluids seeping out without any reservation.  It is the fountain of life for me.  Is looking at me stimulating for you?”

“That’s what gets me hard, looking at your hard dick with its glistening head and effortless juice.  I do wonder if it’s not just sex with you rather than it being sex with me.”

“Never doubt, Son, the ease with which I flow in front of you is because I am in front of you.  Your manhood, a manhood that came from my cock, from my loins, and is given to the world, and is now given to me.  It will never be as hot with another person as with me, yet we cannot be together forever.  You are a young man, and you must explore the world.  And business will take you away from me.  Your company will send you to another country, probably Bucharest, because your English is so good.  You will become a liaison and be very successful, and whenever we meet and are alone, the juices will always flow because you are mine and are from my body.”

Umut sits at the table, nude and hard.  The sight of the Turk gives him joy: the man consumes him.  Umut finishes his cup of coffee and unthinkingly lifts the empty cup to his lips.  Umut sits aroused.

“We have today and the morning tomorrow.  I suggest we get some food we can eat all day long… and spend the day teasing each other but not allowing ourselves to cum.  We can suck and jack, and sixty-nine, even, and I can begin working your ass.  I’ll find the girl in every man, and you will be so hot, my finger will almost make you cum… and three or four fingers will prepare your ass for my cock: this cock.  Look at it.  You want to touch it and play with it.  See, even talking about it makes me show a little liquid excitement.  You want to nuzzle your face in my belly while you suck my dick.  And you are welcome to do that, but you will not make me cum.  You can take me many times, but not to orgasm.  I’m going to save my orgasm, your orgasm, our orgasm when I shoot off deep inside you, and you become my manhood, an extension of myself.  We become one, you and I.  That bond will never be broken, that moment of total oneness.  How does that sound to you?”

“I think hanging out with you naked and open all day and playing with each other is something I would like to do.  Can I suck on you before I go get the food?”

“Sure.  Are you dripping yet?”

“I have the feeling it is going to start any time now.”

“I want to see you shine… maybe not a whole lot, but just a drop about to hang over the edge of your hole.  That’s all I want to see.  You can’t force it out, so when you’re ready, we can start to play.”

Umut continues to drink more coffee and eat on his sweet roll, his dick hard, and he imagines his face in the Turk’s furry belly while his fat cock fills his mouth.   As Umut looks at the Turk and his easily hard and dripping dick, he, too, falls into the world of sexual abandon.  Twitching his tongue around the Turk’s belly button and slowly kissing his head while breathing the sex from his body, that sweet manliness that takes him to another world, and all of a sudden, Umut looks down, and his dick is dripping the love liquid.  Umut shows it to the Turk.

“OK, crawl over here, and you can hold my cock, and when I have spewed enough juice, you can take your hand and cover my cock in my juice and jack me.  You can’t suck me.  You can suck me when you come back from the restaurant.  Until then, you can play with me with your hands.  At that moment, Umut kisses the furry belly button.  The Turk responds with a sudden jerk.

“I wasn’t expecting that.  You know how to treat a man,” the Turk utters as he places his hand gently on Umut’s head, which is licking all of the Turk’s stomach.

Umut looks up at the Turk, “Holding and working your cock is a real turn-on for me.  Everything we do is a turn-on.  Even the thought of doing something with you is a turn-on.  That is how much you consume me.  Sure, I continue with my studies and my work, but my emotion is to have sex with you.  I don’t want sex at the hammam.  I want sex only with you.

Umut takes three of his well-lubed fingers and places them in his mouth, and sucks on them, giving himself the feeling that he has given himself so many times before while shooting off his load as he jacked off.

“Jack me some more and suck on my nipples.  You’ll learn how to chew on them and drive a shaft of pleasure and pain through my body and dick.  But right now, take my left one and use your tongue and lips on it.  No teeth at this point.”

Umut works his way up the Turk’s hairy chest.  Umut licks the hair away from the nipple and begins circling the tip with his tongue.  After using his tongue, Umut kisses the nipple and then slowly sucks on it.  Umut’s hand is still working the Turk’s juice up and down his shaft while he is teasing the head.  The Turk moans and Umut uses both his tongue and lips on the Turk’s nipple as he jacks him slowly.  Umut reaches down and brings up some love juice of his own to the party happening on the Turk’s dick.

The Turk seeks to torture himself with pleasure while he has the time, so he terminates the present scene.

“Get up, turn around, bend over, pull your cheeks apart and show me your hole.  I want something concrete to dwell upon while you are gone.”

The Turk leans back in his kitchen chair and looks down at his well-lubed and hard cock.

Umut goes his way to get a roast chicken, four lahmajoons, pilaf, some fruit, and even a couple of bottles of wine.

The Turk has fallen in love with his son in a way that he wants his son to know the nature and extent of sexual stimulation.  His erection is slow to disgorge the blood of his desire, for every time he thinks of his son and what is happening at this very moment, he begins to harden.  The Turk turns on the news so he can stop thinking about the sex that is coming his way when his son returns.

When Umut returns, and puts everything in its place, the Turk suggests they shower together.  The Turk has become erect, watching his son.  Umut is hard in his pants and undresses quickly.  Soon, the two are washing each other’s bodies.   The Turk’s hairiness lends toward a foamy, soapy lather build up which Umut uses to stimulate the Turk’s nipples simultaneously.  Umut feels the innate steel of the Turk’s chest.  His nipples sit upon solid, hardened muscle.  The Turk soaps Umut’s cock while Umut works on the Turk’s nips. With his other hand, the Turk slips his fingers between Umut’s ass cheeks and touches, ever so lightly, Umut’s hole.  The Turk withdrawals his finger instantaneously.  Umut lathers up the entire area and rubs the palms of his hands over the Turk’s chest, squeezing the solid pecs and encircling the nipples.  The Turk is washing Umut’s balls with both hands, playing a trading game with his nuts as they go from hand to hand.  As Umut continues to stimulate the Turk’s chest, he stares into the Turk’s eyes and is met with a depth of compassion and union he has not expected.  Both let themselves retreat into a state of silence, the water rinsing off their bodies as they stand motionless as if they have entered another world.  Before they realize it, they are kissing, a mutual kiss of total exchange.  They are kissing each other simultaneously.  Finally, the sound of the spraying water brings Umut and the Turk back to the present reality of hardened dicks and clean bodies.

They dry off and sit again at the table and have some lahmajoon as they sip on the wine.

“You really get into your old man, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what to say.  I have had sexual feelings for you as long as I can remember.  I don’t know when it began; probably about four or four and a half.  If I walked into your room and touched something that was yours, I got a really pleasant warm feeling.  And then when you would hold me, it was like nothing else that I had ever felt.  I didn’t dwell on those times.  It’s just when they occurred, I was happy.  I had a feeling of contentment, of safety.  The feeling did scare me when I was with another guy, and I felt the same warmth that I felt around you.  I got scarred that someone else, a man, could make me feel that way.  I didn’t want that to be my life’s path since it is a difficult one.  I hated pretense and couldn’t see myself marrying, pretending to love a woman and want a family, when all I wanted was to be near you and one day, like today, be able to be totally sexually open with you.”

“All men engage in pretense at one point or another in their lives.”

“Has your life been a pretense?  Have you loved my mother?”

“The love you talk about is romance… and romance is like the fog.  It vanishes with the first light of reality.  Yes, I married your mother out of pretense, the pretense that you so clearly state.  Nothing is worse than living as an outcast, a pariah in one’s own society.   It doesn’t matter which sex you prefer; it is a matter of appearances.  You want to know why I want to fuck you so badly.  It’s not because I’m not satisfied at home, or I enjoy the purchased pleasures for the sake of appearances.  It’s because I have a friend, a friend since we were twelve years old.  Over the years, he became passive sexually even though he is manly.  I enjoy fucking him.  We each have wives and children, but we have been a couple all these years.  It doesn’t mean I love your mother any less.  It means that when love is not the ruling force, then sex can take its place.  To fill you as you cum with my cream is my strongest desire, to open you up to receive me, and let me fill you completely.  I know your ass must be twitching at the thought of having all this inside you, and you’re in control of my orgasm as you are in control of your orgasm, and when you tell me you’re cumming I will let the throttle wide open and spew my man juice deep within you as you squirt your load on the pillows, your face, your chest and finally your stomach.  And then the final droplets will drool out of your cock as your ass squeezes my cock in lessening spasms.  Your eyes will tell me when to pull out, but you won’t want me to pull out because of the way I make you feel, filling your ass and giving you a satisfaction you have never felt before.”

At the end of the Turk’s impromptu response, Umut looks down to see his juice easing itself out of his dick.  The Turk smiles.

“Why don’t you stand up in front of me and let me lick that sweet cock of yours.  I may even suck on it a bit.”

Umut stands up, placing his cockhead within inches of the Turk’s mouth.  The Turk leans forward and, barely parting his lips, the tip of his tongue and his lips touch the head simultaneously.  The Turk is restraining himself.  He wants to suck that head into craziness and then deep-throat the entire package.  Now, however, the Turk is working with his son.  He is showing his son that the focus of delicate movement can be just as stimulating as hard fucking.  The Turk is taking the bloom of youth and turning it into a flower.  The pedals of newly responding nerves are opening within Umut.  The Turk wants these feelings to be part of the prelude to the climatic finish.  The Turk is keeping control.  Umut places his hands on the Turk’s shoulders as the Turk continues doing magical things to the head of his cock.  The Turk applies his own juices to the cockhead and swirls his tongue around the glans, and then shooting his tongue underneath the head, he flicks it, causing Umut to jerk back.

“You must really like that move.”

“What can I say?  You’re driving me crazy because there’s so much more I want to be doing.”

“That will happen in good time.  You’re blossoming.  Connections are being made inside of you that will last a lifetime, and I want those connections to run as deep as they can.  Don’t you think I just want to gobble up your cock and gag the back of my throat with its head to the point of explosion?  Of course I do.  But it’s like you are in training, learning how to take your time.  Let’s change places, and this time, you are playing with my head while I stand in front of you.”

The men change places.  Umut holds back and allows time to observe the Turk’s rock-hard majesty before him.  His impulse is to kiss the head, but he restrains himself.  The actual touching of the head with his lips and tongue becomes a sacred act, as if there is a holiness in the Turk’s erection.  Umut is blinded by the totality of the fulfillment he has always wished for.  This is what he has dreamed and imagined over and over.  The Turk freely giving of himself to Umut, who has wanted to touch, serve, and enjoy the Turk’s cock seemingly since he developed consciousness.  Umut is unable to resist the pre-cum about to fall to the floor.  With his tongue, he licks the juice, kissing the head with his lips.  Umut jacks himself while playing with the Turk’s cockhead.  Umut milks the glans with his lips as his tongue moves up and down the Turk’s piss slit.  The head of the Turk’s cock, only the head, is contained within Umut’s mouth.  Umut is slowly stroking his own self lubed cock as he is ravished by the possession of the Turk’s cockhead.  The cockhead he has seen throughout his life is his.  Umut is not furtively substituting his fingers as he jacks; he is experiencing the real thing, the fat purple cockhead the Turk sports so easily, so well-shaped and so hard, so well defined his tongue is able to find all sorts of erotic spots.  Without thinking, Umut begins to feel himself getting ready.

“I have to stop,” Umut utters as he pulls away.  “I’m way to close.  I think I need to be across the room from you, I am so close.”

“OK.  You just need to calm down.  Why don’t we take a break anyway, and have something to drink?  All I can say is I’m having something I’ve wished for but would never have acted upon had it not been for that young one you were fucking when I came home early.”

“Let’s forget our cocks for a second and concentrate on that other sexual organ, the ass and its ability to send you into another world.

The sexual activity is followed by another trip to the shower together.  This time, with the gargling and swallowing of the soapy water is out of the way, both men wash each other, the Turk’s fingers finding the hole with his soapy lubrication, the Turk finds giving Umut one finger easy and as Umut bends over to make his ass more available, he takes the Turk’s dick in his mouth and sucks on it vigorously.  The Turk eases a second finger into Umut’s hole.  Umut sucks the rock-hard erection he has fantasized about and takes as much of it as he can against the back of his throat.  The Turk begins fucking Umut’s mouth, withdrawing completely and then inserting the head.  Only the head, the Turk moves in and out while the hand with three fingers enters Umut’s ass without any resistance.  The Turk knows that after another break, Umut and he will fuck, and it be an experience he will remember, be grateful for, and regret the remainder of his life.  They gargle again and rinse off completely.   They towel dry and decide to take a real break and even put on some robes to hide themselves from each other, so when the time comes again, there will be a freshness and newness to the interchange.

After eating the chicken and pilaf, drinking some more wine, the Turk suggests they lie about and maybe nap if it comes to that.  In fact, the Turk brings the hookah out and gets it going.  Umut doesn’t know exactly what’s in the blend the Turk puts in the bowl, but Umut knows it is sweet and comforting.    Some relaxing music enhances the ambiance and gives their interior worlds a chance to calm down.  Umut falls asleep soon after and dreams the dreams of complete happiness and eternal satisfaction, the knowledge that, once experienced, changes a person forever.  A person’s consciousness and frame of life’s reference has taken a quantum leap into a new reality.

The Turk awakens first feeling enormously refreshed and invigorated.   While he finishes off his lahmajoon and has a bit of wine, he reloads the pipe when Umut, rubbing his eyes, walks into the room.  As Umut eats his snack and has some wine, the Turk muses on the state of Umut’s ass.  Opened and now relaxed, teased and wanting to be opened again, his ass waiting to be filled.

After another bowl from the hookah and some more wine, the Turk disrobes and nods for Umut to suck him.  Umut drops his robe and gets on his knees in front of the Turk’s manhood.  The Turk is already dripping which Umut considers as he focuses on stimulating the mushroom head, lapping at its edges along with some tongue teasing.

“Take as much as you want of it.  I won’t make you gag, but if you want to gag in seeing how much you can take, I can go along with that, too.”

Umut feels the head against the opening to his deeper throat and presses forward, knowing this is going to be the first chance he has to experience as much of the Turk’s manhood as he can.

The action moves from Umut’s throat to his ass..

The Turk takes Umut’s ass cheeks in his hands and pulls them apart to reveal the puffy, pink hole, now not quite so tight, but young and without blemish.  The Turk feels Umut sucking his cock and jacking it.  Still holding the cheeks apart, the Turk pulls Umut to him, bringing the well lubed hole to his lips.  The Turk kisses Umut’s ass as if he were kissing his lips.  Umut gags but doesn’t miss a beat of the rhythm he’s made thrusting his mouth and throat on the Turk’s cock.  The Turk continues to kiss the open, juicy hole as his tongue travels now more easily into the tunnel of delight.  Umut feels a warmth move up the inside of his ass as the Turk presses forward with the sucking, kissing, and licking of his hole.  Umut feels an even greater need for penetration.  Having once felt the Turk deep up inside him, he knew he wanted it again and the teasing of the warmth that wanted meat, man meat inside him. The Turk continues his assault on only the outside, giving the inside a rest, and letting the inside build an even stronger desire to be filled.  The older man, for whom sex was a series of experiments and new adventures, senses the monumentality of the moment: at once the most illusory of all life’s feelings and experiences and yet one of eternal lasting consequence.  Tasting the sweetness of Umut’s ass and sucking in his own juices along with Umut’s, the Turk loses himself in a netherworld of being sucked by Umut and dwelling in the land of Umut’s ass.

An equilibrium ensues.  The repetitive actions take on a life of their own.  Both men are filled with satisfying over the top sensations as the same movements lead to an unexpected high point.  The Turk pulls back, tells Umut to stop sucking him.

“Get on all fours on the cushions.  I’m going to place my cock against your juicy tender hole, and you are going to back up on me.  Go as slow or fast as you want to.”

The Turk places his mushroom head squarely in the center of Umut’s hole.  Umut feels the pressure and begins pushing back, opening himself to the exhilaration of the Turk’s cock once again inside his ass.  Slowly Umut brings the head inside the first ring and almost touching his prostate.  That is Umut’s next move: to let the rock-hard cockhead press against his prostate.  The Turk reaches around and catches Umut’s love juice and strokes his cock and runs his fingers in random patterns over Umut’s cockhead.  The more the Turk plays with Umut’s cockhead, the deeper Umut feels the Turk’s cock until Umut can push no farther.  The Turk is filling him completely.  He’s dripping pre-cum into the Turk’s hand.  Without a thought, Umut squeezes and releases the Turk’s cock, pulls back and then pushes back as far as he can go. 

Umut blurts out: “It’s there.  You’re fucking there.  You’re inside me.  Let me ride it for a while.  I won’t make you cum.  I want to be looking into your eyes, looking into your soul as you’ll be looking into mine when you cum inside me.”

“I’ve never felt fuller in my entire life.  I think your ass has made me the hardest I have ever been.  Continue to let it give you pleasure.  I know touching and playing with your dick gives me pleasure: to hold on to a hot cock while my cock is surrounded by your ass, really your entire body.  Because for you, this is your entire body.  My cock in your ass and me holding on to your manhood and enjoying it more than words can say.  Ride me, Umut, ride me.”

“I want to be on my back.  You hold my legs and fuck me.”

“You jack yourself and you will tell me when you get close to cumming.  I want to spray your insides with my cream the moment you explode.  It will be a moment that we will experience once.  And a moment we want to experience together.  Total oneness.  Total manliness.  Total bonding.  Total ecstasy.”

The Turk is now going to be in his favorite, dominant position, fucking Umut as if his ass were a pussy, but the encounter is more than dominance or even bringing out the submissive side of Umut.  The Turk’s fucking Umut is about taking a fantasy and making it a reality.

The Turk suggests another bowl, some more wine.  The intoxicating smoke fills the room with a heavy, pungent odor while both men empty the second bottle of wine.  The moment arrives.  Umut assumes the position.  The Turk lubricates his head and shaft.  The Turk gives support to Umut’s legs that are splayed for the Turk to get to the deepest point possible when he shoots his load.  Umut spreads his own pre-cum on his dick while the Turk finds the entry spot.  Well positioned, the Turk follows the lead of Umut’s hand on his ass.   With the head just inside Umut, the Turk leans down and kisses Umut’s nipples.  Umut takes his hand off his cock.

“Fuck me.  Fuck me, please.  Please fuck me.  I want it all; I want you.  You know those moments just a while ago when our thoughts seemed to be one.  That’s what I want again as you fuck me and mark me as yours for life, no matter with whom I play or even get serious; I am yours, always yours.  Yes, push yourself in as deeply as you want.  I can take it.”

Umut reaches up and parts the hair around the Turk’s nipples and pinches them with his fingers covered in pre-cum.  The Turk moves easily with deep strokes, not hitting hard at the end, but penetrating to the base.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Son?  That’s what you want to feel?  Me moving slowly in and out, sometimes just hitting the prostate and sometimes going way beyond it.  That is what you have been hoping to happen because I know those three fingers you used to suck on when you jacked off had been inside your ass.  I have been fucking you all these years with your own fingers in your imagination.  Now, at this very moment, I am fucking like I’ve never fucked before.  Sure, I know technique, but being with you goes beyond technique.  With you, Umut, it is instinct that takes over.  Yeah, continue to jack your manly cock.  I’m proud of you, Son.

“Fuck me hard.  I want to cum. I want you to fuck me to get me close.”

The Turk begins a steady rhythm of in and out punctuated by a slow deep thrust.

“Keep fucking me just like you are.”

The Turk kisses his son with a totally sinless innocence.  The circle is complete.  The Turk resumes his position over Umut.  Within seconds, Umut starts shaking, “I’m cumming.  I’m cumming.”

At the very moment Umut’s cum is erupting out of his cock, the Turk’s cock makes three quick passes with his cockhead up and under Umut’s prostate and shoots off while the cum is still shooting out of Umut’s cock. 

The Turk embraces his son who has released his dick, plants another deep kiss on Umut’s lips as Umut feels the uncontrollable aftershocks in the older man.  The Turk’s body has been open to its various levels of sexual response.  The Turk is happy his thighs are contracting and still pumping cum into Umut’s ass. 

The Turk pulls out of Umut’s ass, places Umut’s legs in a relaxing position and places his cock on Umut’s lips.  Umut immediately begins to lick the head and after licking the head clean, he takes the cock into his mouth and plays with it.  Umut never loses his hard.

“Suck on it.  You’ve got a second shot inside you.  Jack your cock while you lick your ass juice and my cum off my cock.”

His father’s words are like magic.  The pre-orgasmic feelings strengthen and the delight in the Turk’s dick takes on a new dimension.

The Turk pulls out of Umut’s mouth, lifts Umut’s legs and works his cock into Umut’s ass.

“Don’t stop jacking.  You’re going to cum again and it will be hotter than the first time.”

The Turk works his dick around inside to absorb as much of the cum that has drifted toward the hole.  He pulls out, drops Umut’s legs, and reinserts his cock in Umut’s mouth with its fresh supply of internal juices.  Umut goes crazy and in complete control of his dick, with the fantasy being the reality, Umut shoots a second time with a frenzy he never knew possible.

Both men freeze.  Umut releases his dick.  The Turk slowly, very slowly withdraws from Umut’s mouth.

The Turk is lying beside Umut.  The Turk rolls over and kisses Umut deeply as a confirmation of their love and understanding.

After the habitual cleanliness rituals, there is one last round in the bowl of the hookah.

Both men sleep the sleep of the satisfied and comforted.

 

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Other books on Amazon by Buck Jones

Marine Stories

Gay Joining the Corps

Young Marine and Gramps

Marines: Various Encounters

A comment on this story is appreciated.  Buck