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For someone who went to a musical conservatory, Julian was pretty accessible. Unlike too many overly bookish types who go to such places, he was always more approachable, more playful. That was his attitude in his music, and in his life as well.

He and I met at a coffeehouse that was situated near his music school and my university. We couldn’t have been more different. He was a piano guy. I was a software engineer. But both of us connected over public TV, British humor, and wit. He was utterly, utterly clever, funny, and playful. Could tell a joke with devastating timing. Loved satire.

To look at him, though, you might not get that impression. He had hair the color of a rich caramel. A soft, oval face that was gentle and inviting, but with a sufficiently male jaw line. A smile that was equally angelic and mischievous. Thin eyebrows, a strong nose, thin but full lips, and playful, pert steel blue eyes. When he sang, his chin line was more pronounced, and his nearly perfect teeth and mouth were beautiful to behold when he wrapped them around emotional lyrics.

And, like me, he was a big-city kind of guy, hailing from Chicago with its world of stages and orchestra pits. I’ve always enjoyed live music, but it’s never something I wanted to do for a living. Julian wanted to make a career of it, and has been making dough on gigs around town – a wedding reception here, a cocktail lounge there.

Julian attended his music school on a scholarship and from having heard him play little bits for me on his piano, I was thoroughly convinced he deserved it. His main love in life was his music. He enjoyed singing but his passion was creating original piano compositions. As is the case with many musicians, he studied many of the great European composers.

He had to have had at least a 130 IQ … had to. I was no slouch myself, coming in in the mid 120’s. But I never felt ashamed or outclassed by him. We were colleagues in the best way.

Julian was out. Julian was, really, never in. But he wasn’t a walking stereotype of gay. No rainbows, no shrieking while out at night clubs, or flamboyant “club kid” apparel. No getting loaded in bars or sleeping around carelessly. But there was no shame in any of that, to him – it’s just that none of that was Julian’s style. He loved being gay. He loved men, maleness, male beauty much as I did. We’d spent plenty of time watching swimming and diving meets on a local sports cable channel, and ogling hot male models on agency web sites.

We’d always been gay buddies of sorts, with my personal style akin to his – busting stereotypes and, as a result, going home alone from night clubs weekend after weekend. The typical gay scene was never for either of us.

Yet, I think I always carried a bit of a torch for Julian. Part of it was the way he carried himself. He was “serious” but not somber. He had goals for himself. He carried a quiet confidence about him. But he wasn’t so stiff that he couldn’t kid around or do retail therapy with me at our city’s biggest mall.

And yeah, I’ll admit it, I thought Julian was hot. The times I’ve been at his apartment, he’s often been walking around with a shirt unbuttoned completely to his bellybutton, flaps carelessly waving in the breeze as he walked. When it was stupid hot during the summer, both of us would hang out at his apartment, no shirts on, kidding and ribbing each other about how hopeless we both were, or how our lives were eventually going to crash and burn in some hilariously spectacular way.

Julian had a simple build. He was what some folks would call sinewy – pleasantly curvy shoulders very nicely accentuated by tank tops, and arms that had a “flow” to them, and were just the slightest bit doughy – some tone, but not much: remember, this is a bookish type we’re talking about. In the chest, simply soft pecs but no definition. Potently suckable, large nipples and areolas. Nothing but the finest of body hair to speak of, and no blemishes on his skin, anywhere.

His belly and abdomen were what I liked calling “creamy” – very smooth, and pale but not in an unhealthy way, more like a golden ivory color. No paunch to his middle, either – it was nicely flat, and carried no scars.

And adorning the middle of his stomach, a large (at least the size of a quarter) oval innie bellybutton, deep enough to insert the first full joint of my finger in. I’d never actually done this, but oh, did I want to. On plenty of occasions, after seeing his bellybutton exposed, and getting back home, I’d masturbate to the memory of his navel, shooting an ample volume of cum as I contemplated the erotic beauty of it in the theater of my mind.

 

One Friday afternoon, he texted me. “Hey, I want to try some musical improvisation with you. Can you come by this evening?”

I thought to myself, Improvisation? I don’t play music. Why would he want me for improvisation?

“Sure thing,” I texted back, “but I’m not musical.”

“No worries,” he replied. “Just want to have some fun. 9. Be there.” Smiley face emoji.

I was always happy to hang out with Julian, but I’ve had never been around him while he was working, composing, doing anything creative. He wasn’t in a band, so he didn’t have collaborators. I guess he just wanted someone to bounce his ideas off of.

I could do that.

 

I knocked on his apartment door. He called me inside, where he was at his piano, sitting on the bench, waiting eagerly for me. He was wearing a crop-top, my favorite garment in the whole wide world for cute guys, a sandy brown one in color. He loves the feel of the air hitting his stomach and bellybutton, he told me once. Not an athletic thing for him at all.

The crop-top was probably from his college’s bookstore or gift shop, judging by the color. Julian was hot in the simple guy-next-door way I just cannot get enough of. And his bared, lovely oval innie bellybutton was winking at me. Covering his legs, a clearly worn pair of lightly faded black denim jeans. Completing the outfit were white athletic socks, and black tennis shoes.

He gestured to a chair right behind the piano bench, indicating he wanted me to sit immediately behind him. He turned himself around to face the piano keyboard, preparing to play. My front was a mere few inches from his bared lower back.

“I’d like for you to hold me as I improvise,” he said, beginning to play some brief practice arpeggios.

“Sure,” I replied, and leaned forward, my upper chest fulling pressing against his shoulder blades, my hands gently wrapped around his warm stomach, and the butt of my hand grazing the depression that was his oval innie bellybutton.

He played a few chords to ensure the piano was sufficiently in tune. Then he started an audio recorder app on his smartphone to capture whatever might have come off his hands, whether dreck or total genius.

I blissfully held him, snugly embracing him from behind, intrigued by the mystery of all this, and feeling horny from the sensation of his bared, warm midriff against my hands. He improvised something which sounded like an overture from a musical – bright, and not overly quick in tempo. It sounded very nice. I leaned forward more closely and hugged him more firmly. He hummed with pleasure and smiled dreamily. His midsection was warm and felt full and nice in my embrace.

I gently began fingering his oval innie bellybutton, which I discovered was sensitive, but not in a ticklish way to Julian – more in a sexual way, like he could come if i fingered it a little too deftly. He let out a soft moan and pounded out a playful musical phrase suggestive of how delicate and delightful the bellybutton itself is as a body part, with fluttery and with high notes – what a tickle might sound like if it was played on a keyboard. I continued to finger it firmly and loved hearing him musically interpret my fondling, musically, in real time.

I changed so that I could feel the full flat palm of my hand stroking his abdomen. The music changed appropriately to a warmer and fuller melody with sweeter phrases.

“You’re doing great,” he assured me.

“You feel wonderful,” I told him back.

“Keep working my bellybutton,” he asked. I did, loving hearing him say the word “bellybutton” with his rich, tenor’s voice.

While still in my arms I reached down to his crotch area with my right hand and felt around. He was hard. The music he was playing then turned both flirty and mischievous. I rubbed his penis through his pants. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back in inspiration, some of the strands brushing my lips and mouth. “Good hands,” he said, not missing a beat.

I found the zipper of his pants with my nimble and eager fingers. I carefully fished his thick, cut, girthy and erect penis from his pants and let it dangle out in the open air, seeing precum starting to collect on the tip of it. His musical phrases were getting slightly faster and more insistent. Then I returned to holding him close to my chest and lovingly fondling his bellybutton. The musical flutter strokes returned. He was definitely liking what I was doing, telegraphing his interpretation of my hand motions on his midriff.

With my left hand I continued to finger his bellybutton, loving how deep and warm it felt to the touch, feeling myself starting to precum also. With my right hand I begin to masturbate him, my fleshy hand wrapped snugly around his cut shaft that had to be seven or eight inches in length, with a large, full, mushroom head of a crown. The music changed again. In addition to the light fluttery notes from before, he added a countermelody that was deeper, and seemingly more purposeful. It started slowly and accelerated as my strokes on his penis did.

We kept this up for several minutes. His music was absolutely gorgeous. He felt so good, his warm upper body filling my breast area. His bellybutton was warm, soft, sensual to my fingertips. His penis was thick and full, perfectly smooth, with soft skin, getting increasingly slippery from my smearing his precum around on the head and shaft.

Time for a big finish, I thought to myself. I steadily increased the cadence of my stroking. His music became ever faster, and slightly louder. He was signaling to me musically that he was about to come, and forcefully. I was looking over his shoulder, down at his penis and my hand wrapped around it sliding swiftly up and down his shaft as his hands slid up and down the piano keys.

 

And then he came. He played a series of defiant, powerful chords, in a tone that sounded perhaps triumphant, but with a series of chaotic notes on top of them, suggestive of cum flying indiscreetly all over the place. A big glob of thick, syrupy, cloudy white semen shot out from the crown of his penis, the moment he did that, spewing the cum a good eight inches into the air, landing squarely on the white keys, his fingers continuing to press down on them despite the slippery moisture. I maintained my stroking cadence, watching this scene unfold, feeling myself approaching orgasm and ejaculation.

A second eruption emerged almost immediately after the first, the second not just hitting the white keys, but also the wooden edge of the keyboard, partially coating the fine oak keyboard edge with glop. He continued playing, ever more into my stroking and finishing him off. Semen started to drip down onto the floor off the piano.

I deepened my strokes in his bellybutton and squeezed his cock harder. Several more smaller but ample squirts landed on the keyboard, moistening the white and black keys both this time, and making a noticeable mess. He was audibly moaning at this point, but it almost had a singing quality to it. Semen had now puddled on the floor, several drops of it having landed under the bench at his feet.

With one more eruption of cum after what had to be at least a half dozen, he suddenly stopped playing mid-phrase, panting heavily. I was panting heavily also. I was still holding him in a full embrace from behind, my right hand now gooey with his cum all over it, the piano’s center octave keys looking like it had rained semen on them.

It was all too much for me. Without reaching for or touching my own dick, and holding his trunk tightly, I spewed in my pants. Glob after hot glob spurted out, and I felt the front of my pants get warm with my own cum.

“Don’t let me go,” he said in a vaguely husky whisper. I pulled him closer, switching my now slippery right hand to his bared midriff and began more of a cuddling posture. He received my hug and placed his right hand over my forearms as I held him, massaging him lovingly.

The room had fallen silent, except for our breathing. My lower chin was resting on the back of his soft upper shoulder. It felt snug, safe, right. We were both looking down reflectively at the semen-coated keys on his piano, a bit surprised at what we’d done together. We stared at the mess for several minutes watching a few smaller drops of semen fall off the keyboard to the floor before I broke the silence.

“That was absolutely beautiful,” I whisper.

He paused.

“Guess I’m gonna hafta clean this up,” he said quietly with a slight chuckle.

He paused again.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever composed,” he continued, thoughtfully. He switched off the recording app on his smartphone.

He turned his neck around to meet my face, and to kiss me. On the lips. It was full on, it was emotional for him, I could feel it. I felt it in my crotch. We held the lip lock for about a minute. My arms were still around his midriff, my left hand’s index finger resting on his bellybutton.

“Ever,” he added, smiling and looking deeply into my eyes.

Rudy

As soon as I got back to my apartment after meeting Leo’s “girlfriend” I locked the door and headed straight to my bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and shut my phone off. Leo had already tried to call me three times. A few minutes later he was knocking on my door, I just couldn’t see him right now. My memories of Bo came flooding back, all the hiding our feelings when we were in public and how great he was when we were alone. I gave Bo a bit of a pass, we were kids in high school, but Leo and I weren’t kids anymore, we were supposed to be adults. I have really fallen for Leo, why the hell can’t he grow up and at least tell his friends and family about me? I understand the whole professional athlete being discreet thing and I don’t expect him to announce our relationship on national TV.

Thankfully, the next few weeks were extra busy at work, we had a couple deadlines we needed to meet so I had little time to think about it. Every night when I returned home, I would get a text from Leo, I started to text back a thousand times, but I just couldn’t send my reply. Every week when he slid those game tickets under my door, I thought I really should give him a chance to explain. I continued to watch every game and I of course was cheering the team on. I wasn’t sure, but every time I watched one of his games, I thought I would see him looking toward the section of seats where I normally sat when I attended a game. I was so happy for Leo when they won that last playoff game and were going to the Super Bowl. When I got home late from work the week after they knew they were going to play in the Super Bowl, I saw the envelope on the floor when I walked into my apartment. I opened the envelope and saw that he had five tickets for me, we had talked about my family coming to the game if the Bandits made it. As I stared at the tickets, it occurred to me how much he cared about me. I decided to go to the game and at least talk to him, plus it had been months since I had seen my family. I called dad and told him I was buying them all plane tickets to come to the game. I was looking forward to seeing everyone, but I was also looking forward to watching the game. Over the last few months, I somehow had become a football fan.

My sister thought it would be a good idea to get jerseys with Leo’s number, she had told me that I should have talked to him the day after I met Megan and dad told me the same. Deep down I knew they were probably right.

The game was very exciting, we knew it was going to come down to the last second. I had butterflies in my stomach when I saw Leo running onto the field to kick the game tying field goal. I knew he could do it. I gasped when the ball went through the holder’s hands and Leo ran after the ball, I was worried he was going to get hurt when that huge guy from the other team ran straight at him. Somehow, he threw the ball, and his teammate caught it and dived into the endzone. The entire stadium erupted in cheers, we immediately pulled out our field passes and made our way to the field, hopefully Leo would want to see me.

I was thrilled when he gave me a big hug and shocked when he introduced me to his parents as his boyfriend. I was even more surprised when he gave me that kiss as all the cameras were filming us. Leo ignored the cameras as I introduced my family to him, and he introduced his family to me.

His dad said, “Leo, you need to go be with your team.”

Leo agreed, he yelled, “go to Carlos’s, get us all a table, start a tab, I’m buying. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Leo was soon surrounded by reporters and other fans. We made our way out of the stadium and drove to Carlos’s. Mario welcomed us as we walked in, I told him Leo would be joining us soon.

He smiled, “I was hoping he would make an appearance, I saved a table for you guys.” He gave me a wink and whispered, “I’m happy for both of you.” He had seen the kiss, and I noticed a few others in the bar whispering and talking as I walked by. I’m not sure if I was ready for my newfound fame.

We sat at the back table that Leo and I always used, Mario had pulled a few tables together so we could all have a seat. I was so happy that our families hit it off from the start, our dads were soon talking like old friends. When Carlos’s customers erupted in cheers, we knew that Leo had arrived. He made his way through the crowd and found us at our table. I had saved the seat next to me, he gave me another hug and again surprised me with a kiss. The crowd cheered again, and I am sure I blushed, but they had already seen the seen kiss on TV, so Leo wasn’t embarrassed at all. We had a few drinks and ordered our food. Leo got to know my family better and we made plans to meet the next day for brunch. We decided on brunch so we could all sleep in a little bit in the morning.

Our families headed to their hotel, Leo, and I went straight to his apartment.

He gave me a kiss, “I am so glad you came to the game, it really meant a lot to me.”

I smiled, “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you the last few weeks, I just…”

He shook his head, “it’s ok, I completely understand. I probably would have done the same thing if I would have been in your shoes.”

He then proceeded to tell me about what Megan had done, then he went on to tell me about coming out to his parents, Mack and Will.

I chuckled, “wow you didn’t just open the door to the closet, you burst out waving the pride flag.”

He said, “I was completely miserable when you stopped talking to me, I knew it was time to be true to who I am. A gay kicker in the NFL, to hell with what anyone else thinks.”

I wrapped my arms around Leo, and we began to kiss and undress. Seconds later we were naked and, on the bed, sucking each other to complete hardness. I had so missed the taste of his precum, and he was filling my mouth with his sweet nectar. Before we got too carried away, we paused orally servicing each other for another tongue twisting mouth tango. Leo broke our kiss and began to lick his way down my neck. I was sure he left a hickey, but at this point, I didn’t care. He moved on to my sensitive nipples, also giving them a tender love bite. He continued on to my aching cock, sucking me to the root in one motion. I let out a deep exhale as he worked his magic on my pole. Before I was too far gone, I pushed Leo away and lifted my legs, he was soon giving my waiting hole the same treatment that he had given my cock with his tongue. I was soon begging Leo to fuck me, and he was more than happy to honor my request. I wrapped my arms around him as he slowly and sensuously pistoned in and out of my welcoming love tunnel. We weren’t in a hurry, our eyes were locked on each other as we peered into each other’s souls. Neither of us ever wanted this moment to end. As much fun as we had had in our time together, this time seemed like much more. It felt like we were becoming one. I kept my arms wrapped around his back as I locked my legs around his waist, I wasn’t going to let him get away again. I don’t know how long we kissed and fucked, but I soon could see the look in Leo’s eyes, he was getting close. He gave me a slight grin as panted, “I’m going to breed you.” He let out a loud groan as I felt his cock spasm inside me and filled me with his love juice.  We kissed as his breathing returned to normal and a grin crossed his face. He kept his eyes locked on me as he slowly pulled out and crawled on top of me, guiding my aching manhood into his waiting hole. He exhaled as he lowered himself onto me, I held onto his hips as he started to bounce up and down. His flaccid pole was slowly coming back to life with every bounce as my seed started to work its way to the surface. He tightened his ass muscles one last time and started to milk every last drop of cum from my spasming pole. I smiled as his rejuvenated cock dribbled another load of jizz across my stomach. Leo collapsed on top of me as we shared another deep passionate kiss. We didn’t even bother to clean up, we just wrapped our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we both winced in pain when we moved, it felt as if the dried cum was pulling our skin off. We laughed as we got up and took a shower, this of course, led to another session of hot sex. After we showered, I checked my phone, I had a text from Zane.

“You lucky dog, he is a hottie.”

We both laughed as Leo powered his phone up and checked his texts, he had a lot more than me.

He tapped on the one from Casey, “congrats on a great game and everything else.”

I asked, “what’s that mean?”

Leo chuckled, “he’s talking about you.”

He opened the next one from Mack, “Well done my friend.”

He shrugged, “probably both the game and you.”

Leo was scrolling through many more from other casual acquaintances, He stopped when he saw Robbie’s name.

It simply said, “I am so proud of you.”

Leo looked at me and smiled, he had told me so much about Robbie, I knew how close they were. Leo laughed when he opened the next message, also for Robbie.

“Oh, the game was pretty good too.”

We scrolled through a few more and Leo decided to answer them later.

We finally dressed and met our families for brunch, Leo sisters and mine, immediately started teasing us about the hickeys on our necks, apparently, I had given Leo a little bite too. While I blushed a little, Leo just smiled as though he was proud. As we sat down to eat, my dad smiled at me and whispered, “see, I told you there something better coming for you.”

I smiled back, “I think you’re right.”

Leo’s mom was still a little quiet, but by the time we were dropping them off at the airport, she seemed to have come around and gave me a big hug. After we saw our families safely off, we headed back to Leo’s apartment.

He said, “I am so sorry about Megan and everything that happened the last few weeks.”

I shook my head, “no, I’m the one who should be sorry, I should have talked to you.”

Leo smiled, “I should have admitted my feelings as soon as we met, I can’t believe how happy I am now that all this is out in the open. I was scared to death that I had lost you, I never knew how much I cared for you until you weren’t talking to me. I love you.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek, “you love me?”

He nodded, “I love you, damn, I didn’t even plan to say that it just slipped out. That must mean it’s true if I can say that without even thinking.”

I wiped the tear away, “I love you too.” We kissed again and were both crying like a couple of babies.

I laughed, “ok, so now that all the mushy stuff is done, what do we do now?”

He kissed my cheek, “whatever we want to.”

The next day, Leo had an end of the season press conference, all the star players were due to talk to the journalists. The quarterback and defensive players all answered questions about the big plays of the game. When it came time for Leo to answer his questions, the reporters immediately started to ask about me.

He took a deep breath and said, “that has nothing to do with the game. Our defense held the Eagles to a field goal on their last possession, our offense drove down the field to get us in a position to tie the game. They deserve all the credit for that, Will and I went in to kick and we ended up with a busted play. Somehow, I was able to heave a desperation pass, and he caught the ball and fought to get to the endzone. That is what we should be talking about today, not about my personal life. Our team fought hard against a great opponent and came out on top, that’s the story.”

One reporter then did ask about the play, but as soon as he was done, the next one went back to asking about me. Leo shook his head and walked away, “if you have a real question about the game, let me know.”

The head coach then took the podium and finished the press conference. He also kept telling everyone to keep the questions about the game. When the final question was about having a gay player on his team, he rolled his eyes, “I don’t give a damn what my players do in their private life, as long as it is legal, all I care is that when Foxx kicks that ball, it goes through the uprights.”

With that Leo’s first season in the NFL came to an end, before too long the news moved on and some player was arrested for drunk driving or some other player was getting a divorce, and we were no longer the top news story. I was appreciative of Leo for not talking too much about me, although the good reporters were able to find out anything they wanted to know about me, it didn’t matter, I had nothing to hide.

My time in Sante Fe was coming to an end, about a month later I wrapped up my work in town. Since it was the off season for Leo, he came back to San Diego with me until he needed to be back for the start of team workouts in May. I got my next project, and I would be spending the next six to eight months in Denver. We took turns visiting each other on weekends until the football season started. The Bandits had another good season but didn’t get back to the Super Bowl. We were still splitting our time between San Diego and Sante Fe.

Leo called me just before May, I was in the home office for a while.

I answered my phone, “hey sexy, what’s up.”

He asked, “can you get a little time off the first weekend in June?”

I said, “yeah, probably, why, what’s going on?”

Leo said, “I just got a call from Robbie, he and Seth are getting married, he wants me to be his best man.”

I said, “that’s great, I’ll make sure I can get off.” I really did like Robbie and Seth. I wasn’t sure I would after hearing so much about Robbie and how close he and Leo were. The first time we met I quickly saw that I didn’t need to worry, not only were he and Seth clearly in love, but I could tell that the love Leo and Robbie shared was more like a love shared between brothers. Seth and I quickly bonded over the fact that we both understood their relationship.

As we drove to Waco for the wedding, I surprised Leo with the news that I was able to go remote with my job. As soon as we got back from the wedding, we started looking for a house to buy together. Leo was secure enough with the team that he was ready for something more permanent, to be honest, so was I. Of course, now that we had a house and saw how happy Robbie and Seth were, our own wedding was soon in the works. Our families and friends joined us in the backyard of our new home for a small ceremony.

We couldn’t stop there, we soon were talking about kids and started to investigate adoption. Of course, being the research nerd that I was, I came across the option of in vitro. When I first suggested it, I’m not sure Leo was fully on board. The more we talked and researched it, the more we liked the option. We found a lawyer and a suitable surrogate, she wanted nothing to do with the baby after it was born. She was simply a broke college student wanting to get her last couple of years of college paid for. After a background check of her health history, we signed a contract and Leo, and I gave our “samples” to the doctor. We agreed to use sperm from both of us and whatever the result, the baby would be ours. After a few tries, we got the good news that we were going to be dads. Per our contract, we were updated after every doctor appointment, and everything was going fine. After the last check up, we found out that two eggs were fertilized, and we were having twins. We were thrilled and overwhelmed at the same time. We quickly adjusted our plans and bought a second crib and all the other things that we would need for an additional baby.

The day finally arrived, and we were called to the hospital. We both paced the waiting room for a few hours waiting to meet our children. We both jumped as the door opened and a nurse smiled at us.

She said, “if you follow me, I will introduce you to your sons.”

Leo and I were grinning as the nurse handed each of us a beautiful baby boy. She gave us a quick lesson on holding and feeding a newborn and let us start to bond with our babies. We spent the night in the hospital with our boys, the nurse came in to finish the paperwork.

She said, “ok dads, we need to finish the birth certificates, have you decided on names yet?”

As we looked at the boys, it was clear to both of us that one of each of our little swimmers, had found an egg, Baby A looked exactly like Leo and Baby B was the spitting image of me.

Leo asked, “what do you think? Do you have a name you really like?”

We had made a list over the last few months but had not settled on anything definite.

I smiled, “I was thinking about keeping with tradition that our moms started, I always had a crush on Heath Ledger, do you like Heath?”

Leo chuckled, “I love Heath.”

I asked, “how about you, do you have name you like?”

He looked at the bundle in his hands, “would you be upset if I didn’t follow tradition?”

I asked, “what do you mean?”

Leo said, “instead of naming him after an actor, would you be upset if we named him Robbie?”

I gave Leo a kiss, “I wouldn’t be upset at all. Robbie Jackson Foxx and Heath Jackson Foxx it is.”

It was my idea to use my last name as the twins’ middle names, I thought Jackson sounded more like a middle name and we wanted them to have the same last name.

We took our boys home and started our life as a family. Our parents showed up a day later to meet their grandsons. They confirmed that Heath looked like me and Robbie looked like Leo, and even brought our baby pictures along to prove it. After a few days, our dads went back home, but our moms stayed for another week, to help us figure things out. Thankfully, it was the off season for Leo, and I was able to get paternity leave from work. We soon got used to dirty diapers and 3 am feedings. The boys were growing like weeds and were able to meet their cousins when Leo’s sisters brought their families to see them. My sister also announced that she and her boyfriend were getting married, so there may be more cousins in the near future. Heath and Robbie were soon accompanying me to all of Leo’s games, they soon were the stars of the players’ family box. All the other spouses were fussing over them at each game, and they became friends with their kids.

Leo did everything he could to keep them out of the spotlight. Other than to say they were doing well when a reporter asked about the boys, he would just move to the next question. He was also very protective of me. We were living our best life and couldn’t be happier.

Leo wants to tell the last part of our story, so I will turn things over to him.

Leo

It has been 15 years since “the kiss” and my first Super Bowl game. I tried my best to keep Rudy out of the spotlight, but the reporters always found a way to ask the question. I was starting to get frustrated with this until I got a call from Car Nassib, he was the first NFL player to come out while still a player, in 2021. After our talk and his support, I finally answered with a press release, of course with the approval of the Sante Fe Bandits.

“I am not the first gay player in the NFL and I am sure I will not be the last. There have probably been hundreds before me. Thank you to Carl Nassib for breaking the barrier for me, he proved that it does not matter if a player is straight or gay. I would like you all to judge me by my performance on the field and not my private life. I would like to thank the Bandits for their support and ask that you respect my privacy just as you do with the rest of my teammates.”

Addressing it head on seemed to work, there was a buzz for a few weeks and there were some that calling me a hero for coming out and others believed I should be thrown out of the league. Before long some other player did something to cause the next scandal, and the press moved on.

I’ve been to two more Super Bowls over the years, winning one and losing the other. Rudy and I have been married for 13 years already and Heath and Robbie are now 10. Every year they look more and more like Rudy and I and each definitely have their own personality. The ironic part of it is that Rudy’s mini-me, Heath, is turning into the jock, he is happiest with a ball in his hands. Robbie, my look-alike, is the studious, serious one, much like Rudy. We agreed as soon as they were born, to let them follow their own path, whether it was business like Rudy or athletics like me. Even though they are only 10, we couldn’t be more proud of them.

As the football season ended, I was coming to the end of my latest contract. Rudy and I talked about the possibility of moving to a new city if my contract wasn’t renewed. I already was very fortunate to have played this long for the same team. I went to talk to coach Edwards for my end of season interview.

He shook my hand, “I wanted to tell you that I never once in fifteen years regretting selecting you in the draft.”

I chuckled, “it sounds like you’re not going to offer me a new contract coach.”

He smiled, “I would Leo, but it’s not my call after today.”

I asked, “what do you mean?”

He said, “I am having a press conference with the owner this afternoon at 3, I am going to announce my retirement. I can’t speak for the new coach, whoever that will be.”

I thanked him and wished him well and went home to have another talk with Rudy. We had a long weekend scheduled to go visit my folks. On the long drive, we talked about me retiring as well. To be honest, I had been thinking about it for the last year. The boys were starting to get involved in several activities and I really wanted to be there for Heath’s games and Robbie’s speech contests and such. After we got to my parents’ house and we got caught up, mom and dad started spoiling the boys as always. I called my high school coach, Coach Porter, as I had always done whenever I returned home. I had always respected him and asked for his advice when making career decisions. We met at his house for a beer on his back patio. Rudy and I left the boys with my folks and drove to his house.

He led us to out back as he grabbed us each a beer, he said, “so I hear you will getting a new coach next year.”

I shrugged, “I guess so, if they offer me a new contract and if I decide to keep playing.”

I took a sip of his beer, “are you thinking of retiring?”

I nodded, “the thought has crossed my mind.”

He asked, “do you have a plan, if you do retire?”

I looked at Rudy, then back to coach, “not really.”

Coach Porter smiled, “would you like to coach high school football?”

I asked, “are you offering me a job?”

He chuckled, “no, but I just turned in my resignation too, I guess I have the retirement bug too. I can make phone call, if you would like to be the new head coach of the Westfield Bulldogs.”

Rudy and I had another long talk, he was able to do his job from anywhere. The boys weren’t old enough to be bothered by changing schools and I was ready for a change. We extended our stay for a few more days and by the time we left, we had put in an offer on a house, and I was hired by Westfield High as their new football coach. As soon as we got back to Sante Fe, I talked to the Bandit’s GM and announced my retirement and put our house up for sale. We moved back to Westfield at the end of May.

Heath and Robbie both signed up for little league baseball, Heath of course wanted to play, and Robbie just wanted to be with his brother and the new friends that he had already made. We went to all their games, Heath was playing well and Robbie was just having fun. We had a blast watching them and made friends with a lot of other parents.

Once school started, I was busy with the football team, I could tell I had a great group of kids. Coach Porter had always done a great job of developing the younger players, I was going to do everything I could to continue that practice.

As we came to our first game, I think I was more nervous about it than I was about playing in the Super Bowl. Once the game started, the nerves disappeared, and my guys played their hearts out and we walked away with a victory. In fact, we only lost one game in the rest of the regular season and now we were playing for the state championship, against the Hillsdale Cowboys. The same team that we beat my senior year, the rivalry had only intensified since my high school years. Their coach and I met at the center of the field as our teams warmed up before the game. It was the same man that coached against me in that game nearly twenty years ago.

He said, “you had a great year coach, good luck tonight.”

I shook his hand, “thanks coach, you guys look pretty good too.”

He smiled, “thanks, I knew what to expect against Coach Porter, I’m not sure what to expect against a Super Bowl champ.”

I returned his smile, “I’m just a high school coach tonight, just like you.”

We shook hands again and wished each other good luck as we went back to our teams. Just like all the games between Westfield and Hillsdale the game came down to the last minute. We had the ball at the fifty-yard line, I sent in the play, my quarterback handed the ball off. I was instantly transported back in time and saw myself handing that ball off to Kyle and him breaking through the line. My back was tripped up just short of the first down line. I looked at the clock, 4 seconds left in the game, and we were down by two points. A field goal would be about 48 yards from here, I quickly called our final timeout. I watched as Heath ran out on the field with water for the team, he had been our waterboy all year. He was so cute in his little team jersey, number 0.

My assistant coaches were standing beside me, I asked, “what do you think?”

They both shrugged, “we have to kick, right?”

I opened the mic on my headset, and looked up to the coach’s box, “what do the analytics say?”

Rudy was smiling down at me, “they say kick the field goal.”

I smiled as Robbie held his hand up with a thumbs up, he was just as cute in his Bulldogs polo shirt, just like Rudy, me and all the other coaches were wearing.

I grabbed my kicker’s facemask, “tell me you got this.”

He looked me in the eye, “I got this Uncle Leo… I mean coach.”

I hit his shoulder pads as he ran away, “I know you do Chase.”

I watched my nephew, the one that I had held for the first time on the day I was drafted to the NFL, run out on the field.

The announcer came over the speaker, “Coach Foxx is going to kick for the win. The kicker lines up, there’s the snap, the ball is down. The kick is…”

 

The End.

I.

He was a docent at a local museum, an art space dedicated to modern works. I noted his name tag, “Ethan”, as I passed by him the first time I saw him.

He was cute, I must say. With sandy brown hair in bangs on his head, and an open face that suggested he was approachable – good traits for a docent, I would say – he made an impression on me. What separated him from a lot of the guys I usually notice was that he was a little on the short side, petite, even. He was likely 5-8 to 5-9. 

I wouldn’t call him scrawny, though – just a bit compact. He had flawless skin, hazel eyes, no facial hair of any kind. A flair pin he was wearing had the logo of a local university he was attending, with the year of his upcoming graduation – he was a junior, it appeared.

I began looking at the works in the main gallery, occasionally stealing looks at this guy, furtively. I saw him assisting other patrons, answering their questions about the exhibition on display. His voice was soft and earnest, gentle. 

And on his left wrist, a small rainbow band bracelet. He was willing to identity as gay or, perhaps, as an ally to the LGBTQ community. 

After having looked at about a dozen works, I decided to approach him and see if he was as friendly as he looked. 

He was slowly and idly walking around, with a small paperback book in his hand. A reader. I like guys with brains. I couldn’t make out the title of the book, but it was clearly an old volume, the pages yellowed with mildly tattered edges, the kind of item one sees at used bookstores.

“Excuse me,” I began in a voice not quite as low as a library whisper.

Ethan’s eyebrows rose and his face brightened as if to say, “Ready”.

“How long has this installation been here, and when will it close?”

Ethan began explaining, that it had only just opened one or two weeks ago, and would be there for another two months. He continued by sharing another couple of interesting facts about the works, and about the artist. I didn’t really care. I just wanted to look at this cute guy up close. 

“Marvelous,” I countered with a smile. “You certainly know your art.”

“I hope so,” he said. “I’d like to have my own art space sometime.”

“Are you an artist yourself?”

“I am, actually. My thing is digital collages. I take images I see online and put my own creative twist on them.”

“Oh, nice. I’ve never had anything up in a space this grand, but I’ve participated in group shows at smaller spaces in the area.”

“Wow, that’s great,” he said. Then, extending his hand to shake, “I’m Ethan.”

I extended my own hand to complete the shake, warmly, and gave him my name. I started asking him some other questions about his background, about his goals and hopes, lots of stuff. I was curious. I wanted to get him talking, also, to get a better feel for just who he really was. 

In the way he spoke, I heard someone who was kind, who didn’t seem like he had a huge ego like some artists do. I also thought I heard the most fleeting bit of having been hurt or disrespected by others. My friendliness to him was a nice boost for him, I sensed. We probably chatted for a good 10 minutes.

I looked at my smartwatch, which indicated the museum would be closing soon. “Hey, I notice that it’s almost closing time, so I’m going to get going so you can begin winding down, yourself.” 

“Oh, thanks,” Ethan said, “It was really nice speaking with you. I hope we can talk again.”

At that point, it occurred to me to get some piece of contact information from him, but I figured if he was here at this museum, he likely would be here for at least two or three more shifts. I didn’t want to see overly enthusiastic, because some people write off eagerness as creepiness (or, arguably worse, clinginess). So I played the game as society prescribed.

I extended my hand to shake in parting, and gave him a brief nod with a smile. “So do I. I love smart people.”

And then I headed out the gallery, the museum building, and into the street, feeling vaguely euphoric over this find of a handsome guy … with manners and some semblance of depth.

As fate would have it, I would not see Ethan at the museum the next weekend I went by. Or the next. Or the next. Or the next after that. 

I wasn’t completely bummed about it, because quite honestly, I hadn’t invested very much emotionally or timewise. We’d had one conversation, and though it was a warm one, it wasn’t overly deep. I wasn’t fantasizing about rushing the alter, after all.

Still, I found myself a bit irked, in the back of my mind, that someone or something thwarted development of … something … before it even got started.

I relegated Ethan to the back of my mind, eventually more or less forgetting him, and inwardly scowling at the universe for torpedoing yet another promising beginning to a romantic relationship.

II.

Milan is a coffeehouse in the artsy part of my city. It’s open seven days and nights, and has fantastic espresso drinks. Its cozy surroundings draw locals from the diverse, gay-friendly neighborhood in which it sits. It is decidedly not corporate, and only has one location. With large, floor-to-ceiling windows and ample seating, it’s a comfy place to read, relax, or chat with others. I often go over my lunch break, since it’s the perfect place to clear my head. But I sometimes go later in the day, also.

One particular late afternoon, I walked in to find the counter empty – no one was behind it, or so it appeared. There were just a few patrons in the main seating area, attentively reading or camped out on their laptops, earbuds deep inside their ears, the universal sign for “don’t bug me”. 

I stepped up to the counter. Guess they’re in the back, I thought to myself, and I turned around with my back to the counter, looking out the front windows for clues. It was close to closing time on a Friday, maybe the place had started shutting down early.

“Sorry about the wait, can I help you?” I heard behind me. I turned back around.

It was Ethan.

“Hiiiii,” I said, unable to contain my delight. 

“Hi!” Ethan said back, with a smile. “I remember you! From the museum!”

“Yes! I was hoping to see you again over there, but then you disappeared, to my great chagrin.” 

“I know. There were some scheduling conflicts I couldn’t resolve with them, so we agreed to part ways. It was amicable. They weren’t beastly or anything. Do you come here a lot?”

“Oh, yes, several times a week. I work from home and after lunch, come over here for a drink. I don’t live far from here.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Well, what can I get you today?”

I ordered their drip coffee with an amaretto flavor shot. Ethan rung it up, I presented my debit card, and then he set to making my drink. While he was fixing it, I chatted him up.

“You know, you mentioned that you were a digital artist. I never got to ask you more about that. Have you ever shown anywhere?”

“Oh, no,” Ethan said with a laugh. “I’m not that good, yet. I’m still carving out my niche.” 
“Is any of your stuff online? You gotta promote the hell out of yourself online these days.”

“Actually, I do.” He asked if I knew of a particular image-sharing site targeting developing artists. I had, so he gave me his account information to pull it up. 

He handed me my drink, for which I thanked him.

There wasn’t much to his account. He had chosen a fairly nondescript name for it, and his page only had four pictures, all collages as he’d said. They were very good. I had hoped to see more than just four, though.

The other thing was that each of the collages had a focus, essentially, on the same thing – a male midsection, bare, with an outie navel – the kind that sticks out from the stomach surface, a sort of fleshy knob. It was at the very center of each image (they were all different males, I could tell). 

I happen to be a navel fetishist, so I immediately was stirred by what I saw. But I had to remind myself that some body parts aren’t patently sexual to everyone the same way, and perhaps this was just Ethan’s artistic “thing”, his own perspective on the human body or even just the stomach. 

“These are lovely,” I said.

“I’m pretty pleased with them,” Ethan responded.

“Surely you must have more than these…these would make a nice solo exhibition with a good dozen or more.”

“I do have some others…” he started, “But I’m kind of struggling with finding a place.” He lowered his head slightly as he said this.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, the art world is a big tent, but even in a big tent, some things don’t fly … very far. You saw that bellybuttons were part of my theme, of course.”

“Yes, and rather handsome ones at that,” I reassured him.

“Thanks. One of them is mine.” I immediately began looking at all four images again, trying to decipher which one might be his. I found it – his face was (intentionally, I’m guessing) partially obscured. He continued. “But there’s a lot of folks who don’t seem to ‘get’ these images. They’re not complicated. I just think there’s a certain natural beauty to the navel on a guy and this is my own spin on them.”

“I happen to be the same way, actually.”

Ethan looked up at me. “Really? I mean, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” Lowering my voice, and leaning closer to him, “I have a bellybutton fetish.”

Ethan paused for a moment, looking at me, as if he was seeing me for the first time. He spoke again.

“I never thought I’d meet another one.”

“Hm?”

“I mean, I never thought I’d meet another guy who’s into bellybuttons also. Sexually, right?

“Oh, yes,” I assured him, “Sexually. It’s not just about ‘oh, they’re so cute’ or anything like that. I’m turned on, aroused, by the sight of a guy with his navel showing.” 

I felt my shaft stir just saying this aloud to someone else. Ethan’s gaze was a little more focused on me, now. 

“This is…” Ethan began in an excited near-whisper. “This is … amazing. I feel like I just hit the lotto. Do you realize how unusual this is?”

“I guess I do…?” I half-stammered, a bit unsure, but smiling back mildly.

“No, seriously,” Ethan went on, with more of a smile. “I mean, guys are into seemingly everything else on each other – pecs, nips, bulging muscles, legs, asses, cocks, everything. Abs register, but not the bellybutton itself. For most guys it’s kind of an afterthought, a useless piece. Wouldn’t you say?”

He was right. I’d never seen anyone on sex webcam sites pushing their bellybuttons’ attractiveness. The reaction I got from performers varied when I offered to tip them for prominently showing their navels. Some were cooperative, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t know why they were doing what they were doing. Some gave me this look through the camera like, “Why are you interested in that? I’ve got much more lower down…” 

Naturally, on sexually oriented sites, I could see shirtless guys with their navels visible all over the place. I could also see similar on male modeling agency sites, where buff, handsome guys’ spec cards featured them standing, shirtless, with their lithe bodies on view for inspection. I just couldn’t get enough.

I nodded at Ethan. “Yeah, you have something there. It’s too bad more guys don’t get… ‘us’.”

Brief pause.

“I’m about to close soon. What are you doing after this?”

I looked at my smartwatch thoughtfully. “Ummm…nothing.”

“Let’s go to my place after this. I can show you more of my works.”

Oh, wow. How could I say no to that?

III.

Ethan’s place was in a rather nice part of town, a tree-lined street with a greenbelt and lots of shade trees. It was a short walk from the coffee place, and it was a pleasant evening already – a light breeze, and low humidity.

He was on the first floor of a building at an apartment complex that was probably over 50 years of age. It was old, but in good repair – no broken windows, no clear signs of decay, but certainly from another time style-wise. The building exterior was a mix of metal bands interspersed with tan-colored brick. All the units had floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ethan unlocked the door and we went in. He flipped a switch, and a floor lamp came on, giving off a soft and low incandescent glow. 

“Cop a squat while I change,” he said, as I sat on a sofa that was clean, but looked like it came from a thrift shop. On a clearly worn coffee table in front of the sofa were several rather nice prints on glossy matte paper, all 8-1/2 by 12 inches. They all featured photos of quite handsome guys, all with long hair – blond, chocolate brown, dark brown – all sporting half-shirts with their outie bellybuttons defiantly uncovered. Their midsections did not center the images, but it was impossible not to notice the stomachs. And yet, the guys in the photos were not what one might consider glamour guys, nor professional models. They were all the classic “guy next door” types. Ethan’s taste in guys matched mine, for sure.

As I was sifting through the images, I saw a photo of Ethan, but not in a collage. He was sporting a dark gray, athletic crop-top, and I looked more closely at his bellybutton in the image. It was hairless, soft, oval-shaped, an outie, and quite large, at least an inch high. The photo would have been great in one of those “Men Of…” calendars that feature male models or other hotties at one of those calendar stores that pop up in malls over the winter holidays.

I felt my shaft stir with desire, and in spite of myself, a faint hint of a smile crossed my lips.

“I see you found mine.”

I looked up, and there was Ethan, in the very same, dark gray crop-top, his navel exposed to the gently circulating air from the living room ceiling fan, and to my quite now-hungry eyes.

“Yeah…yeah…” I stammered with a little bit of a giggle. “Wow, you are … really photogenic.”

“You can say I’m hot,” Ethan replied with a slight grin, “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” I said, “Yeah, you’re hot. But how…why…?”

“Why?”

“Yeah. They’re really amazing. I love ’em.”

“Thanks! I’m pretty pleased with them, too. I’m wanting to enter them in some local art competitions,” he said, sitting down next to me, so his leg was touching mine.

“Well,” I started, “I’m biased here, but I think you’ve got a shot at a prize.”

“Awww, thanks,” Ethan said, play-bumping my shoulder against his. “I guess my issue is, I have this nagging feeling that no one’s gonna ‘get’ these.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m assuming you noticed my big, honkin’ bellybutton.”

“I did, and for the record, I think it’s really, really hot.”

Ethan gave me an aw-shucks nod and continued.

“This is my…thing. I mean, not just artistically, but also…” He took a beat. “But also, like, sexually.”

I nodded knowingly. “It sounds like you and I have the same taste. I have a navel fetish, also, as I said at the coffee place.”

“Yeah, but do you, really?” Ethan followed up. “I mean, there’s literally tons of folks out there who think bellybuttons are cute, at most. But they’re not sexual to the vast majority of people. So while my images are intended to be sexual to me, to everyone else, they’re just kinda like…’huh?’”

“I think I can prove to you that I think bellybuttons are more than just ‘cute’”, I said, with a touch of mischief in my voice.

“Really?” Ethan said, looking me dead in the eyes.

I paused, gazing at him, and wanting him – to hug him, at the very least, because I found him so adorable. For a few seconds, I didn’t do anything. And then, I slowly moved my right hand up in the air, and with index and middle fingers together and extended, I brought them close to, but not touching, the soft flesh of his outie.

I heard Ethan breath in, expectantly. I let my fingers hover ever so lightly over the surface of his stomach, letting him sense the heat off my fingertips, in a kind of play-torture tease, now going in circles tentatively and randomly.

Ethan was looking down at my fingers flirting with his navel. It was like he was telling me, with his eyes, “Do it…do it…”

And then I speared my fingers forward into the warm, wonderfully soft flesh of his protruding navel, producing a gasp of pleasure from him. I slowly made circles around it, up and down, back and forth, criss-crossing his lower stomach, loving the feeling of that special, warm skin right there.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” he whispered.

I put more of my hand into it, enjoying the sight of my right hand brushing against his bellybutton over and over, and my left hand resting on the side of his stomach. I put more pressure into my fondling, making him breathe a little harder as I deepened my finger strokes.

I had him lay back on the couch while I knelt down beside him, bringing my face an inch or so from his stomach as I’d done with my fingers. For a moment or two, I just let my breath emanate onto his navel and lower stomach. I was really hard now, and I felt my testicles making semen in overdrive, filling my balls, and it felt so good.

And then I extended my tongue slowly, ever slowly, allowing the tip of it to gradually make contact with the top part of his outie, moistening it with my saliva. A yelp of pleasure escaped Ethan, then another as I pressed my lips on it.

“Oh my god, please don’t stop,” he quietly begged in a whisper.

I took his outie flesh into my mouth, drawing it fully between my lips with my tongue and a bit of sucking. His bellybutton was so soft, so warm, and so incredibly sexy because it was, well, so vulnerable, so naked. I don’t think it’s entirely an accident that “naked” and “navel” get me horny because on some level they mean the same thing to me…to me and Ethan, it seemed.

I continued sucking, sucking, adding some licking strokes here and there on his stomach. His navel was completely moist with my saliva now, a bit of glistening in the dim light of his living room.

“I’m gonna come…I’m gonna cum…” Ethan whispered urgently. 

I reached inside the leg opening of the shorts he was wearing, and fished out his rather thick penis, which already had precum on the tip. I left it to hang in the air while I continued loving his navel with my mouth.

I kept sucking on his outie as firmly as I could. I was about to come, myself. But he beat me to it. His body writhed as an orgasm and ejaculation wracked it. His stomach and navel shook a bit in front of my face, but I kept locked and focused, continuing to lick and suck. 

Two blasts of warm, thick, stringy semen shot out from his penis tip onto his floor, catching a bit of my forearm. 

He let out a clearly audible moan and then let his head drop, panting. I licked his navel a few more times, causing several more spasms of cum to spew out. I felt more of it hit my forearm and my upper chest, getting my T-shirt wet. 

The sight of him coming was all I needed to lose control myself. I pulled my shaft out of my pants and stroked myself until I came on his living room floor, my cum landing among his. At least three or four jets shot out of me. And then I rested the side of my head on his still moist stomach.

“Do you wanna sleep over?” Ethan said almost breathlessly.

“Oh, absolutely,” I said softly.

And so, the two of us, sloppy with semen and saliva, made our way to his bedroom, shutting off the floor lamp in the living room, then the bedroom overhead light, then the nightstand light. I was completely naked by this point; I like sleeping in the nude.  He continued to wear only the crop-top to bed which was so fucking sexy to me.

He pulled the sheets back and climbed in, with me eagerly following him. Once we were both in bed, thoroughly under the covers, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me the warmest, fullest embrace I think I’d ever had from anyone, ever, in my life. He kissed my right cheek with a quick peck and rested his head on my shoulder.

“I never thought I’d meet anyone like you,” he said. “Ever.”

IV.

Ethan and I spooned all night. His bed felt amazing. He had high-threadcount sheets (he shops where I shop, apparently) that I could tell had been freshly washed. I felt his warm, soft back against my chest. The crop-top felt nice. 

I quietly peeled myself away from him, and made him lay face up on the bed. In the faint light of the morning (he had nightshades on his window) I gazed and lusted after his lovely, oval-shaped, outie bellybutton. I just looked at it for a few moments before taking my index finger and grazing it gently, playfully, loving its soft texture, its heat, its bulbous shape, its size.

Ethan gently moaned. “Mmmm….that’s nice.”

I continued to look at it and stroke it. 

“Before you, I never had anyone kiss it,” Ethan mumbled half-asleep. 

I slowly sat up, perched my head over his stomach, and looked down on his stomach as it gently rose and fell with his breaths. I playfully blew gentle breaths on his navel, which caused him to flinch with pleasure ever so slightly. Then I very slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips on top of his bellybutton, taking the whole of it between my lips once again.

“I love my bellybutton,” Ethan said in almost a whisper.

“I love your bellybutton, too,” I said quietly.

I rested my head on his stomach, looking at his navel from a slightly different angle. Then I cocked my head up again, and sticking my tongue out, with the tip of it, began to lick his bellybutton, letting the texture of my taste buds graze the soft, supple skin of it. I sucked the outie part between my lips and let myself taste it on my tongue and enjoy the supple texture, lovingly.

“My bellybutton,” he said. “That feels so good.”

With my arms, I reached under his back and had him sit up so I could work his navel more directly. At one point I alternated between fluttery kisses and licks on it with making circling motions around it. He would occasionally flinch mildly, but I could tell it was from pleasure.

“You’re a Virgo, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Ethan whispered, “How’d you know?”

“Virgos are supposed to have really sensitive bellybuttons and like having their stomachs massaged.”

“Your mouth and hands feel amazing.”

“Thanks. Your bellybutton is one of the softest I’ve ever played with.”

As I was basically making out with Ethan’s bellybutton, I took a closer look at his penis – which was rather ample, I have to say. It was fully erect and pointing at my face.

I continued licking and sucking on Ethan’s outie, alternating my kisses with motions of pressing my tongue downward on it, and at other points, gently tweaking it, pinching it, twisting it in a half-circle. All the while, I heard Ethan’s breathing getting faster, gradually.

“I think I’m going to come.”

I did a sideways glance at his penis, the head of which was inches from the side of my face.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“No, please don’t stop. Please don’t. Please don’t…” It almost trailed off as a whimper.

I had thoroughly moistened Ethan’s navel after probably a good 15 minutes of mouth play on my part. I loved the feeling of warmth emanating from his smooth stomach against the side of my face. I had wrapped my arms around his waist and was holding my face to his front. His penis was gently bouncing and I sensed something was about to happen.

“I love your bellybutton,” I whispered to him lovingly, and pressed my face against his stomach one more time, taking his outie into my lips and mouth once again. Ethan let out two short breaths and then a low, long moan escaped.

I felt a firm warm blast of semen hit the side of my face. Hard. Real hard. It felt so good. Determined not to pull away and keep pleasuring him, I kept sucking on his bellybutton. Another blast of semen hit, this time lower around my chin. Ethan was thoroughly loving having his navel stimulated with my lips and tongue. He wasn’t stroking his penis with his hands, and I hadn’t touched it. I felt his warm fluid beginning to run down my neck and onto my chest.

“Ohhh, my bellybutton,” Ethan said softly, panting as a couple more spews of cum escaped and hit the lower part of my chin and neck area. 

I continued to hold his waist to my face, squeezing a little more firmly to signal my affection for him. He did the same, holding the top of my head to his chest. 

I felt the side of my face that was wet with slippery, syrupy semen from Ethan. The consistency was fantastic – some guys’ cum is watery. Not Ethan’s. His was the heavier, opaque, stringy kind I love, the kind that can dangle endlessly off the tip of a guy’s shaft without breaking and falling off.

“I love your cum,” I said. “So thick, so syrupy.”

“Thanks. You got me really horny. I’ve never come that hard before, with anyone, ever.”

I looked at him with a little bit of a goofy grin.

“Um, so, what does this make us?”

Ethan smiled, and with a finger, fondly ran it through the cum on my face.

“I think this makes us very, very good friends. At the very least.”

I was twenty six I remember and longing to find myself a tough hard daddy to give me a good fucking. I’d tried the gay bars and local pick up places but had no luck so I decided to advertise in an adult daddy porn publication dedicated to men over sixty five.

“26 Year old good looking lad seeking a tough daddy type to bare back him good and hard, No time wasters please.”

I’d put my telephone number and now had to wait for some, if any response.

Once the magazine was in publication  with my ad I was really excited to receive my first phone call.

That didn’t come till about a week after publication and when it did my heart was pounding.

Jeff said he was sixty five with a reputation of being a good fuck.. He said he had a cock with length and girth that I would be pleased with and that he was a good stayer and could cum with a good volume of spunk. All fine exciting attributes which had my dick throbbing so I asked him to call around to my place the following evening.

Jeff turned out to be a balding craggy faced man with bulging biceps, slim hips an waist and a nice bulging crotch.

We introduced ourselves and proceeded to my bedroom with glasses of beer and with great expectations.

After drinking our beer and exchanging a few  details about ourselves Jeff leaned in for a kiss.

We were sitting on my bed so it was natural to kiss and then fall back onto the bed which s exactly what happened.

He was a fucking good kisser and had me wanting more of his tongue  as it rolled around hotly in my mouth.

Hands roamed here and there, I felt him squeezing my crotch as he kissed and I had my hands up his ‘T’ shirt feeling his very sexy hairy chest. He fumbled to get my top off and I pulled his up and over his head too. His chest was magnificent and covered in manly hair. My hands felt his arse cheeks through his clothes and bit by bit we stripped each other off completely.

He had a fantastic body with a stiff huge lob of a cock that I could hardly get my hands around.

We wanked each others dicks still kissing and rolling around the bed. We were soon in a sixty nine gobbling hell out of our cocks and latching our hands on our balls. His mouth worked my dick over so good and he managed to deep throat it without any gag reflex. I wish I could have throated his mighty prick but it was all I could do to get it into my mouth.

The thought of it ramming my arse had my hole twitching like fuck but in the end that is what I advertised for.

His other talent of rimming had me absolute heaven. His tongue felt rough and it dug into my arsehole without mercy and produced moans of

ecstasy from me. He had his face rammed against my arsehole, his active tongue wriggling like crazy his hands on my bum cheeks prising open my hole to get suck right in.

“Oh! Fuck!” I said, “That feels so incredible so fucking incredible”.

With a fine amount of lube he smeared his fuck aching cock and then fingered a load into my twitching hole greasing over my prostate and generally opening me up for his thick prick.

“Ready to be fucked good and hard mate>” he said holding his long thick cock in his hand like it was a fucking trophy.

“Yes” I said “Show me what you can do daddy”,

He liked being called daddy obviously as he grinned wide and winked at me before pushing his un cut greasy knob against my arsehole.

I groaned as he inched his prick inside me, my arsehole stretching wide to take it and then trying fucking hard to get it out of me. Jeff was having none of that, he gripped my wrists above my head

and continued the push until my reluctant arsehole could do no other than let his cock inside.

I groaned even louder as he fed inch by inch up my fuck hungry arse and with my hands on his hips tried to prevent his urgent pushes, failing and taking his prick right to the fucking balls.

My innocent arsehole felt jam packed with cock and twitched uncontrollably against the monster.

“Get ready mate for the fuck of your life” he said and he began to fuck me so hard and rough that it took my breath away and had me squealing like a stuck pig.

“Oh! Fuck! It’s so fucking big daddy. Wow! You’re stretching my arsehole wide open, you’ll split me in fucking two”

He ignored my vocals completely, he was hell bent on ram fucking my arse and that’s exactly what he did. Knob to balls and in and out with such a fury that the bed began to move about the room. I clung to him almost crying as he pounded his cock home.

The hard jabbing of his prick in my arse had me whimpering. It  brought tears to my eyes and a stinging to my arse that almost had me begging him to stop. Luckily he was close to creaming off but instead of filling me with his spunk he pulled his cock out and shot his loaf over my face.

“There!” he said “That should keep your arsehole satisfied for a while” then he thanked me for the fuck, dressed and left.

My face was like a cream splattered Picasso, my fuck hole a red raw battered beetroot. Whilst he rough fucked me as desired I wanted a daddy cock that would make me cum without any manual stimulation, a cock that fucked the cum out of my balls naturally and that would spurt it’s spunk deep in my arse, I walked very wobbly to the shower to clean up and soothe my fuck raw arse with cold cream.

It was about a week later when I got another call in response to my ad. Victor was an ex wrestler, large framed and eager to please me.

He had a rugged looking face reminiscent of a stereo type gangster but spoke gently and had a nice rigid cock of some seven and a half inches.

He was a skillful cock sucker I found out and swallowed my prick without any gag reflex at all.

Down his throat my cock went whilst he fingered my arse with saliva.

“Oh! Daddy that is good, so good” I said clutching his partly bald head and holding it down on my cock. His breath control was amazing as he held my dick in his throat for some time, squeezing it with his throat muscles and making me moan like crazy.

When he pulled my cock out it was a saliva dripping throb of a prick that he quickly knob gobbled getting me right to the edge as he slid three fingers up my arse.

“Fuck me daddy and fill me with your cum” I said making it clear that I wanted his spunk shot inside my arsehole.

“I’ll fuck you so hard and fill your tight little arse with my cum don’t worry about ” he said “Now get over a pillow on your belly and spread those hot cheeks for me”.

I did as he asked and at once felt the urgent push of his prick against my hole. It felt really hot and with a gob of spit the throbbing helmet was opening my arse up.

“Oh! Fuck! That’s a huge knob” I said gasping at the size of his prick.

Another hard push and I felt the thick shaft travel up my arse with a hot thrust that had me reeling.

“Oh! Oh! It’s so fucking big. Shit! You’re splitting my fucking arse open”.

I was biting my lip and gritting my teeth as he started fucking me, his hands on my shoulders for maximum leverage, his balls smacking my arse with each thrust.

“You like that bid daddy dick lad? Do you like it opening up your arsehole ad going in deep and nasty?” he said grinding into me.

“Fuck yes!! I said “I love it daddy, fuck  me harder”.

The swing of his buttocks had his cock plunging into the depths of me and tearing my hole up really good. This was what I wanted a good masculine hard fucking that had me in fucking gay heaven.

One moment he was fast fucking me and the next he was shunting back and forth with slow knob to bollocks thrusts that had me whimpering.

Pulling me over onto my back he put my ankles onto his broad shoulders and lay over me straight legged to power fuck my arse.

I was soon snivelling and groaning with happy tears streaming down my cheeks as Victor fucked me mercilessly, his heavy body pounding mine his huge fucking cock ravaging my ragged arsehole.

“Oh! God! Oh! Fuck! This is heaven daddy, fucking heaven”.

Suddenly I was completely lost in the fuck my stretched arsehole quivering uncontrollably, my insides bursting with sexual throbs and raptures.

I’d never experienced an anal orgasm but this was fucking it! My fuck hole just clutched and wanked the cock. I had not control over my arse at all and the throbbing pulsating nerves had me squealing as my prick started to jerk and cum in fucking streams.

“Wow! Your hole is really milking my fucking dick lad. I’m going to cum any moment now” he said and he began to grunt and groan like he was in the wrestling ring again only this time he was pumping a bollock load of spunk into my arse.

My arsehole was on fire soothed only by his creamy sperm that leapt from his cock and into my willing butt.

“Oh! Daddy that was fucking awesome. I want you to fuck me again” I said desperately. I’d never been fucked like that and I needed more.

“Give me twenty minutes lad” he said withdrawing his spunk dripping cock “I’ll gladly fuck that tight arsehole again”.

True to his word twenty minutes later he was on my back stuffing my arse with his stiff horny cock.

“Oh! Yeah! That’s what I want” I said “Shag my arse”.

He began to fuck me with long hard strokes, his lovely knob stroking my prostate and gliding deep into my hole.

“You like that hot daddy dick don’t you?” he said.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! I replied savouring the feel of the hot prick fucking me good”.

He came pretty quick the second time, his spunk spurting into me , his cock once again giving my arse an amazing anal workout which had it quivering and producing my own cum load.

The cum shot  everywhere Victor still moving his spent creamy cock in and out of my arsehole.

Whilst the fuck hadn’t been quite as shattering as the first one I was still pretty satisfied with Victor’s performance and his ability to give me an anal orgasm.

Two weeks later I got another contact called Harry. He was sixty seven, desperate for a young hole to fuck and as gay as a row of beach umbrellas.

Whilst he was an obvious gay man he was also very considerate of my needs and the bonus was he had a big fucking prick.

We spent some minutes just kissing naked on my bed our tongues rolling around, our cocks getting really stiff.

As cock suckers go he was probably the best I’d ever had, his skill pretty hard to beat. Long licks of his tongue from my balls to my knob. Lapping my knob around and around and chomping down my shaft sideways before sucking on my balls. With my legs spread wide he was soon roughly tonguing my arsehole holding my cheeks apart with his hands and burying his face in between my arse crack.

His tongue was a wriggling serpent driving me wild and my cock was jerking with the intensity of his rimming.

He moved from arse to cock to balls, his mouth taking both my animated balls inside and sucking them like they were boiled sweets. He had me on the edge so many times but each time managed to prevent my spunk from spurting out my throbbing dick.

“Fuck me now” I said “I need some hot cock after your tongue daddy”.

I lay over onto my belly and pulled my cheeks as wide as possible. My hole  was stretched wide and soaked with saliva, another load of spit on his cock and he was ready to shag my brains out.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked softly.

“Fuck yes” I replied “Just fuck me as hard as you want daddy”.

A nudge and I had his knob in me , hot and sexy.

A hard shove and I had his prick up me to his balls.

We both groaned loudly and then he began to fuck me with an unbridled passion that took my breath away and had my cock jerking.

“Take that fucking cock sonny” he said “Take my daddy dick deep”.

His thrusts were pretty mind blowing and I found myself whimpering and begging for more cock..

“Yes daddy, like that, Oh! Fuck! Like that daddy, ram my fucking arse with that stiff horny prick!”

He rammed me good and had his balls must have tae a bruising as they slapped against me.

“More cock daddy, give me more cock” I squealed my ragged arse clutching his hot prick and drawing it in deep.

My prostate was taking a fucking good hammering, so good that I began to cum, my spunk spurting from my cock like an active volcano.

“That’s it” he whispered in my ear “Let all that juicy spunk go, keep it coming till your balls dry up”.

He was pounding the sperm out of me his prick knocking the spunk out of my nuts. My frantic orgasm set his off too and his dick began to cream off, exploding inside my hot fuck hole with six hefty wads of spunk that drenched my fucking guts.

He continued fucking in and out of my sore arse until I could take no more.

“That was incredible” I said

“It was pretty good for me too” he replied pulling out of my hole.

Of all  the guys that had fucked me Harry was probably the one I liked the most and he said that he liked me too.

We met again and he screwed me just as good and ended up asking me to move in with him so that he could fuck me every day.

Of course it was an offer I could not refuse and it showed that it paid to advertise..

I live in a medium-sized city. I was born in this city and have lived here all my life, except for the years I spent studying elsewhere. I am a 48-year-old man with an average income. I’m not a model, but I’m still quite noticeable. I am 181 cm (5ft) tall and weigh less than 90 kilos (200 lb). I have short, light brown hair and trendy stubble. I wear glasses and have never worn contact lenses.

On the other hand, my friends say that glasses make me look smart. Who knows.

My job involves sitting in an office and attending meetings. I talk and drink coffee. Too much, I admit. I do yoga and fitness boxing. If I didn’t exercise I’d definitely be pretty fat. I eat whatever I like, usually something fatty or sweet.

I quit smoking years ago; it was the best decision of my life. I have no children and live alone. I enjoy my lifestyle because I’m not responsible for anyone else, I don’t have to compromise, and I’m free.

I moved to this area about a month ago. My old neighborhood was getting pretty restless.

There were and it felt uncomfortable to walk the streets at night. It’s peaceful here. The parks are clean, the streets are quiet, and the people are more relaxed and friendly. The house is a two-story apartment building. The apartments are accessed by hallways on the side of the building. My apartment is on the second floor at the end of the hallway, which is nice because I have windows facing three different directions.

When I moved into the building, I noticed how friendly my new neighbors were. It felt like there was a community where people cared about each other. Two movers who trucked in everything from the old from the old house in one truck. When the neighbors noticed a load of moving, many ran over to ask if they could help. Of course, I didn’t refuse, it sped up the work and I got to know my new neighbors.

Friendly people helped me: Ben, a retired man with a gray beard with slightly off-color jokes. Anna, a middle-aged, big-breasted woman who assumed was a lesbian. It turned out she was. She was also a lovely person. Jim was a little over twenty, an athletic young man, almost 185 cm (6.5″) feet tall. tall. He was like a Greek sculpture.

And then Kirstie, an ordinary looking woman in her forties. Ordinary in the way she blends into the scenery and doesn’t stand out in the crowd. She had an eighteen-year-old son, Tommy, who was slim and slightly short, probably under 170 cm (5.7″). He said he played hockey and was into computers as a hobby. I needed clarification on what a computer hobby was, but in all the excitement I didn’t ask.

People greeted each other in that house, and everyone always had time  to talk about this and that. It was easy to fit in when you felt accepted in the community.

I really enjoyed being and living there.

A few weeks passed. The weather was summery, sunny, sometimes rainy.

The people were friendly as always. One morning the sky was gray, but I didn’t bother me . What did bother me was that my laptop had slowed down even more, and when I got home from work, it wouldn’t turn on at all. Or it would turn on, the lights would come on, but the screen would stay black. After a mwhile, I decided to ask for help and called a neighbor.

“Kirstie. “The voice on the phone answered.

“Hi Kirstie, it’s Ed from next door. Listen, my laptop doesn’t seem to be and I’m having a bit of trouble. Can you tell me if Tommy is really as good with these with this equipment.

“He certainly is. Today’s young people are surprisingly good with these things, and Tommy seems to be more interested in them than many other these days. “

“Would Tommy be so kind as to come and see if we could do something with that machine? Of course, I’ll pay for it. ”  

“Tommy’s not home; he’s out somewhere, I guess he went to play soccer with his friends.

But he has a cell phone; I can give you his number.

“That would be very kind of you, Kirstie,” I said, saving the number into my cell.

I called Tommy’s number several times, but he didn’t answer. About an hour later he called back. I told him about my problem and asked if he could help. The young man got very excited and said he would come over right away to look at it. I pointed out that it wasn’t that urgent and that he could come when it’s best for him to come.

It was about fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang.

“Hey, Tommy, you were quick,” I said, a little surprised.

“Of course. I said I’d be right over.” He replied, wiping the water from his face. 

it was still raining.

“You are so wet. Wait a second, I’ll get you a towel. Leave your shoes in the hallway.” I handed Tommy a towel and he dried his hair and arms. His white shirt was so wet that his skin was showing through.

“It’s raining there. “Tommy said laughing. “Can you believe it? “

“Ha, no shit. Take your shirt off and I’ll hang it up to dry.” Tommy tried to take off his shirt. It was so wet it was clinging to his skin. I asked him to raise his hands and pulled them away. I put the shirt on the hanger and Tommy dried himself with a towel.

“Are you cold without a shirt?” I asked.

“Not at all. I’ll leave this towel on my shoulders.”

“I’ll make some coffee, if you like, before we look at this ancient machine.

Sit at the table.” I said as we walked into the kitchen. I watched the boy secretly. His upper body was slender, but certain muscles stood out.

His chest and biceps showed the effects of the sport, even though he was quite skinny.

“So you play hockey?” I started the conversation as I sat down at the at the table with the hot coffee cups.

“Yeah.” Tommy said, trying to drink from the cup, but it was still too hot.

“So what do you do in the summer? “I guess they play hockey in the in the summer. “

“Well. I don’t do much. I play with the guys and do something on the computer.”

“You have a sporty body.” I said, trying to take a sip from the cup at the same time, but it was too hot. 

“Really?” He asked. We talked about hockey, computers, and other things of interest to a young man his age. We finished the coffee and went into the bedroom, where my laptop was on the bed. followed Tommy, admiring his great body.

“You don’t have a desk?” Tommy asked, wondering about the laptop on the on the bed.

“I use my laptop so rarely that I didn’t feel the need for a separate one.” 

Tommy sat down on the bed and took the laptop in his lap, opened the case, and said what I already knew; it didn’t work.

“I need to get into BIOS,” Tommy said.

“Where is it? “I asked and Tommy started to laugh.

Tommy turned off the laptop and rebooted it. A strange program appeared that I knew anything about.

“This is the BIOS. Or actually this is UEFI,” Tommy said and started tapping on the  keys.

“What is it for?” I asked, feeling old and stupid.

“It’s a program that finds and loads the operating system when the computer starts up.”

“OK, there’s always something new to learn. For me, it’s enough to be able to do the little things little things I do with that thing.”

Tommy was typing something, moving the mouse, and talking to himself, something I couldn’t understand.

“Can you fix it?” I asked.

“I don’t know. There is obviously something wrong with the memory, maybe RAM. Can I have a small screwdriver?” he asked.

I reached for the toolbox and Tommy looked for a screwdriver of the right size. He turned the laptop and started unscrewing the hatch on the back.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked, feeling a little insecure.

“I Do. I’m going to remove the RAM and see if there’s a contact failure,” Tommy replied without looking up from the machine.

OK, let’s hope you get it fixed.” I thought the boy would be working for a long time, so I decided to do some housework. I filled the washing machine and did my few dishes. There was no sound coming from the bedroom. I looked over there and there Tommy. was lying on his stomach looking at the laptop screen. There was a video playing where a man was lying on his back on a bed, and another guy was sitting on him. He took a big cock inside him. 

I was scared because the emergence of this trend in such a small community wasn’t necessarily to everyone’s liking.I stood quietly in the doorway. I looked at him as he watched the video. He had his hand under his hips and was obviously fondling himself as he watched it. He clicked the video forward. Now the couple were sucking each other’s dicks.

I stood quietly in the doorway and watched the lad’s reactions. He clearly didn’t find it negative, but rather intrigued. On the screen, the couple continued their play.

After a while, the man squirted his cum in the other man’s face. Tommy’s hand moved faster and faster under his hip. I watched intoxicated. My hand went into my pants and squeezed my swollen cock hard. I wanted to see how Tommy would react to being caught watching it.

“Did you get it fixed?” I asked, looking out the door. On the laptop screen, the man was sucking dick. Tommy panicked and tried to turn off the machine, but he could only managed to push it further away. Then he turned to me, his face bright red.

“Sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to… it was stored on this device, and I just kind of somehow opened up and…”

“It’s okay, Tommy. Take it easy,” I reassured the boy. I hope you are not shocked or disgusted by what you just saw.”

“Not really. I don’t think so, it’s just…”

“Just? 

“I’ve never seen this before, not even online. I haven’t been even looking for anything like… like this…”

Tommy’s comment put me in a situation where I had to think deeply. I saw that he had clearly reacted to the video with interest, even excitement. But of course it didn’t mean anything. When you’re young, you’re very curious. 

“You must know that boys can do that to each other?

“Of course I do. I’ve just never been very interested in it.”

“Would you like to watch another movie?” I asked. I had nothing to lose, so I lay down next to him and grabbed the mouse. Tommy didn’t say anything. He looked at me, smiled shyly and nodded his head. I thought about what kind of video to play.

Nothing too too drastic. Something slower and more erotic. The sun began to set, and the room went dark. I turned on the table lamp and clicked to start the video.

I looked at Tommy, who was staring intently at the laptop screen, shutting out the outside world. He was licking his lips and occasionally letting out a sigh. Without realizing it, he moved his hips against the bed. In the video, they took off their shirts and and caressed each other’s bodies while still kissing. The younger one was about Tommy’s age.

I put my hand on Tommy’s shoulder. It had been an eternity since I had touched an eighteen-year-old. I moved my hand slightly and slowly, watching for his reaction. 

He didn’t react at all, just continued to stare at the movie. I stroked his neck. The hair was boyishly short, and the back of it felt rough. I moved my hand between his shoulder and his neck. He didn’t seem to mind.

Now, in the video, the guys were lying on the floor, on the carpet. They were wearing baggy sweatpants, and they had their hands in each other’s pants, obviously wanking their dicks. Their naked torsos were rubbing against each other, and their mouths were wet against each other.

I moved my hand down along his bare back, and used my fingers to climb back up to the shoulder and down again. I did this for a while and he didn’t resist. I patted his cheek several times and stroked his back again. He turned to me and asked:

“Is it nice to kiss another guy? How does it feel compared to kissing a girl?”

“You can’t know until you try,” I replied roughly. I pressed my forehead and nose against his. I gave him an ‘Eskimo kiss’, nose to nose and whispered, “Would you like to try?” I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, I wet licked my lips and pressed the  against his. They were soft. Softer than anything before. He was trembling with excitement; after all, it was his first kiss with another man. I stuck my tongue between his lips and licked his soft mouth. I sucked his upper lip between mine and nibbled it gently with my teeth.

Tommy put his hand on my shoulder. I rolled onto my back and pulled him to me. 

The couple’s panting could be heard on the video. I reached out with my hand to squeeze his butt; it was firm and tight, as an athlete should be. Our hips were against each other, and to my delight I felt something hard against mine.

I turned him back onto his side and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, and soon it was completely open, exposing my slightly hairy chest. He looked at me with a strange expression on his face. He looked like he was on some kind of drug. His hips pressed against my cock, and I wondered if he was going to get even closer.

Tommy pressed his hands to my chest and looked at them. The tanned hands contrasted with the man who had been sitting in the office all summer. I moved my hips and my stiff cock over his, of course we both had our pants on, but I could feel it.

“You’re really hard,” he said. I can feel it. Is it because of me?” Tommy asked, even  though he knew very well that it was.

I poked the bulge under his belly button with my fingertip. “So are you. Is it because of me?”

We smiled at each other and started laughing. I think the laughter was mostly out of nervousness.

“Come here,” I whispered, pulling him on top of me.  We kissed passionately.

Our drool mixed and our tongues played wildly. I ran my hands over his warm body.

He was wearing jeans, and I surprised even myself when I found myself reaching for his belt. We turned around. I was lying half on top of him, trying to figure out the mechanism of his belt. But it was a very standard buckle and was easy to open.

Tommy’s hands were also moving along my body. When we turned around, I had taken off my shirt and our bare chests touched. I kissed his neck and I felt his hot breath on my ear. It was tense and intermittent. I unbuttoned his jeans in one motion, and it wasn’t unclear to Tommy what I was doing. I put my fingers on the the zipper and started to open it slowly.

– Nix… Nax – one zipper tooth after the other.

The soft sound of a zipper could be heard in the room. I did it slowly because it was somehow infinitely erotic. It was already completely dark outside, and only a dim table lamp illuminated the bedroom. If someone in the house across the street had known to look in the right window, they might have seen something you don’t see every day.

The zipper stopped moving. The front of his pants was as open as possible. I could feel the fabric of the underwear under my fingers. I pushed my hand just below the waistband and felt the pubic hair. 

“Can I take them off? ” I asked, tugging at his jeans. The question made me nervous, but at the same time I was quite confident because he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Uh-huh,” Tommy replied and lifted his firm butt to make it easier for him to take his pants off. After a while, the blue jeans were crumpled at the end of my bed, and I kicked them to the to the floor.

I stroked his smooth body. He had a small butt and it was deliciously round. I felt his clumsy and inexperienced fingers struggling with my belt. The young man was doing it of his own free will. It was amazing.

“Can you do it?” I asked, barely lifting my lips from his. I pulled my stomach in a little to loosen the belt.

“Oh, yes I can,” Tommy replied without lifting his lips from the kiss.

He pulled and pushed the belt for a while until he succeeded. The buckle fell to the mattress with a slight metallic clink. The top button of my jeans was no problem, but Levi’s jeans have a lot of buttons. One by one, however, he unzipped them and tugged at my trousers, just as I had done with his.

He tried to take my jeans off, but I had to help him. My jeans spilled on the of the bed on top of Tommy’s. If I had dreamed a vision of our pants on top of each in my dark bedroom, I would have laughed at the impossible dream, but now it was all true.

Tommy was wearing traditionally styled, fitted cotton underpants. It felt crazy enough to touch his  underwear, but it felt even crazier to be able to feel the bulge underneath them. His dick was eagerly hard as steel; there was no doubt that my surprise lover was enjoying every moment. There was a wet spot on the underpants. Pre-cum, I knew.

That was a good sign too.He stroked the shaft of my throbbing cock in my boxers. He did it carefully; it was something new and interesting for him.

“Grap it tight,” I whispered. The boy gently squeezed the shaft of my cock. “This way,”

I said, squeezing his organ. He squeezed harder; it felt good. My cock had been squeezed before, often, but never with such an uncertain, probing hand, and it increased my heat, if that was even possible. Finally, I slipped my hand into his underwear and grabbed his naked, beautiful dick. It was a fairly typical size for a willing penis.

Tommy followed my lead and took my bare cock in his hand. He moved his hand slowly, my foreskin giving way to a smooth movement.

“That’s nice,” Tommy said as if to himself. “Can I see it?”

I was completely surprised by the request.

“Do you want to take these off?” I said, meaning my boxers.

“Huh!” Tommy sighed. I lifted my hips slightly and Tommy pulled my underwear down to my ankles. My cock was resting against my stomach, and in the dim light I could see that it was so swollen, that the blood vessels were bulging on its surface. I hadn’t had sex  in a while, and I hadn’t masturbated in a week, so I was afraid I was going to cum right away when he picked it up. He grabbed it in his hand. Luckily, I had recently tidied up my pubic hair; an untidy mess could have been an unpleasant sight to such inexperienced eyes.

“If only the guys could see me now,” Tommy said, giggling nervously meaning his friends.

My stiff cock had grown so large that his fingers could barely reach around its base.

He jerked my cock and was curious.

“Have you fucked with this it a lot?”

“Pretty much, yes,” I replied.

He paused for a moment and looked at me with an uncertain and slightly frightened expression.

“I’m a virgin.”

I wasn’t surprised, many 18-year-olds are virgins, and his awkwardness gave me a clear picture.

“No girls either?”

“Never,” he replied, looking thoughtfully at my cock.

“But you wanted to.”

My question was clearly leading.

“Yes. I wanted to,” he said. “And I still want to.”

“This?” I said sucking his neck.

“Mmm… Fuck yes.”

“Good,” I said and gave him a wet kiss.

I rolled over so that Tommy was underneath me. I kissed his ear and moved down to lick his soft skin. I squatted in front of the boy and sucked on his nipples. First one, and then another. The small, firm nubs above the hairless, flat chest were something so exciting that my breath almost stopped. I could have sucked and licked them until morning, but I knew there were more delicious things to taste.

I dipped my tongue into the pit of his navel, at the same time caressing his body all over with my hands. He sighed and let it all happen with pleasure. My chin touched something soft but stiff. I lowered my head. Tommy’s hard cock rested hard on his pubic mound, pointing toward his navel, where it almost reached.

I put my head back down and kissed the head of his cock, Tommy let out a loud moannand shook his hips.  He breathed hard into his lungs and whispered…

“Ed.”

Tommy’s voice was barely audible in the room. I answered him with my lips pressed against his cock, 

“Yes, Tommy.”

“I’m losing my virginity tonight, aren’t I?”

“If that’s what you want. Then yes.”

“I want to,” Tommy sighed and I continued to explore his body feeling excited.

  I pressed my tongue to the base of the horny cock, right where the balls end and the shaft begins. Then I wet my mouth thoroughly and licked the entire shaft of the wonderful thing right down to the knob. It was magnificent. I gently grabbed his tight nuts and started licking up and down the shaft of the delicious member. Tommy responded to my movements by rolling his hips against my face.

I felt a slight vibration. There was a faint sound of music. Tommy put his hand under his butt and pulled out his cell phone. It had fallen out of his pocket while he was setting up the. He looked at the screen.

“Oh crap,” he said in a disappointed tone.

“What is it?” I asked, watching the light on the phone, and his slightly frightened face.

“It’s Georgie! He is my best friend. I promised to bring him his baseball bat tonight. He forgot left it at my house this morning. I have to take this.”

It pissed me off. The promise of an good sex turned into a huge disappointment. I could only hear Tommy’s part of the conversation.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’m really sorry, but I can’t right now.”

“I’m at Ed’s.

“He’s my neighbor.”

“I’m fixing his computer.”

“I don’t know how long it will take.”

While Tommy talked to his friend, I licked his hard dick.

“How so, what do you mean? I’m not out of breath,” Tommy continued the conversation while I gave him fellatio.

“Do I sound weird? No, I don’t sound weird. I’m really in the middle of something important.

I can’t leave this unfinished, believe me. You just have to wait till morning.”

Tommy hung up with a sigh of annoyance. I took his balls in my fingers and rolled them gently sucking on his dick at the same time. Then I lifted my head and continued to stroke it.

I took his dick in my mouth again and sucked it with pleasure, but made sure he didn’t cum.

Whenever I realized he was close, I slowed down. Now that I knew the boy next door wanted  to know all about man-on-man sex, I felt really lucky.

“Would you like to blow me too?” I asked, almost knowing what he would say.

“Wow, sure. Will you let me?” Tommy sounded excited.

I turned to lie on the bed next to the boy and asked him to get on top of me. He crawled on top of me and lowered his ass in front of my face. He grabbed my steel hard member and licked the tip. I felt like I was losing my mind. An eighteen-year-old boy was actually playing with my dick, and I wasn’t dreaming, it was real.

I didn’t have to ask him to take it in his mouth, he had learned it from me. His mouth was hot and wet as he began to suck me. I kissed his buttocks until I put my head between them.

I touched his asshole with my tongue and he flinched. I did it again and he mumbled something, he sounded like he liked it.

I pressed my face between his buttocks and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into his hole. I could feel it throbbing. It tightened and loosened until it finally relaxed. I started to push my tongue deeper into him. Of course it didn’t go very deep. I took his dick in my hand and squeezed it, and he started panting loudly.

My cock was no longer in his mouth. He lifted his head and arched his back. He howled like a lone. His asshole throbbed in the same rhythm as his stiff organ. A young man had a violent orgasm on my face. His cock throbbed against my chest and I felt the warm, wet cum spread between our skin. He pushed his ass in my face in ecstasy and I continued to lick it

until he finally collapsed on top of me, panting.

Tommy still held on to my stiff cock. After a while he started to slowly jerk it and then took it into his mouth again. He scraped it with his teeth at first, but I explained how to suck and lick without biting.

He was a quick learner, better than many I’ve face fucked. I asked him to turn around so that I could see how he was eating my cock.

It seemed miraculous that the eighteen-year-old boy next door was actually sucking me off in my own bed. He did it with his eyes closed, concentrating on doing it right. Then he spit the cock out of his mouth and kept jerking off.

“You’ve got a great cock,” Tommy said, admiring my member in his hand.

“It’s all yours, Tommy,” I said, urging the boy to continue. I told him I’d be cuming very soon. He took my hungry cock in his mouth and began to suck it, imitating the way I had sucked him. He rolled his tongue around the knob and then sucked hard, moving his head quickly.

“Ahh, Tommy. Damn, wonderful!” I moaned on the verge of orgasm. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

“Ummh,” Tommy replied with cock in his mouth, and I interpreted that as consent. And almost at that very moment I felt that familiar itch that comes just before the first shot flies out. There was a lot of cum, I could feel it bulging in the shaft as it rushed out. I knew it was flying at high pressure. Tommy coughed my cock out of his mouth. The next load flew high into the air and landed somewhere far from the bed.

He swallowed the first spurt and opened his mouth again in front of my cock. Sperm flew, pulsating into his  eager mouth. He tried to eat it all, but it spilled onto his jaw and my balls.

My liquid of love were on his face and hair. Semen poured from his cheekbones and there seemed to be no end to the pumping. My bottom was burning and the top of my head was almost frozen.

The eighteen-year-old boy was covered with my cum; I don’t know if a more erotic sight could be imagined. Even though my cock had stopped throbbing, it was still stiff in Tommy’s hand. 

White, transparent, shiny slime still oozed from the tip, and Tommy licked it into his mouth. The fluid that was meant to make babies was now dripping down the young man’s face.

“Sex has never been this good,” I sighed breathlessly.

“Really?” Tommy asked. He looked me in the eyes as he licked me.

“Yeah, I’m not lying, Tommy. Sex has never felt so good. Not with anyone.” Tommy smiled at me, and somehow he seemed shy after all we’d been through. “Are you thirsty?”

“Yes, I am; I just noticed.”

“Get us something from the fridge. Apparently the sperm didn’t quench your thirst,” I laughed as Tommy got up from the bed and headed for the kitchen. I looked at him and  noticed again how small he was. Short and sinewy. But his dick was hard and erect.

Obviously he wasn’t going to finish yet. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already past ten. I wondered how much time we had to continue our naughty game.

“Do you have to be home by a certain time?” I asked.

“Hey, I’m an adult! My mom can’t tell me.”

We sat side by side on the bed, leaning against the wall, drinking Coke. I looked down at Tommy’s slender legs and athletic thighs. A little higher up, toward his navel, was a rigid organ. There was nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I had just had sex with a barely legal boy next door, licked his ass and came in his mouth. cum in his mouth.

My dick began to harden again.

Tommy noticed my erection and looked at me.

“What were you thinking?” I asked smiling as he alternated between my eyes and my cock.

“I was wondering what it would feel like…” He said, biting his lower lip. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it.

“What do you mean?” I had no idea what was going through the boy’s mind.

“I was wondering what it would feel like if you put this in my butt,” Tommy said thoughtfully as he grabbed hold of my manhood.

My heart skipped a beat… no, two. Of course I wanted to fuck him, I just didn’t know how to ask; Now he was thinking it out loud, clearly willing to try.

“We can try, that would be great.” My heart pounded in my chest. Could I really fuck an eighteen year old virgin boy in the ass?

“Okay,” Tommy said with a boyish grin, a voice full of enthusiasm. “Tell me how?

“There’s a tube in the desk drawer over there. The kind that looks like a tube of toothpaste, but bigger.” I pointed to the bedside table. Tommy picked up the tube, which was half full. 

It wasn’t the first time time I had sex in my bed, but it was certainly the first time I had sex with the virgin neighbor boy.

I put a lot of lube on the head and shaft of my cock and asked Tommy to get on top of me.

I told him he could take me in at his own pace and stop when he felt like it. I moved forward a little and aimed my cock at the opening of his asshole. I heard him groan in pain as his asshole began to open, but he didn’t stop.

He was very turned on and relaxed, and that, combined with the thick layer of slick lube on my cock, allowed him to take it slowly deeper. It made a delicious squelching sound as the  lubed cock was out  of his tight asshole. He sighed as my cock sank all the way into his depths and leaned forward to kiss me with his rosy lips.

“You’re so tight and hot, Tommy; you don’t know how much your whole body pleases me.”

I sighed. Tommy continued to kiss me. My cock was now buried deep in his asshole, my hips against his butt as my cock rubbed hard against the sensitive prostate in his hole.

He squirmed on top of me, my cock twisting and moving deep in and out. I wanted him to feel complete control over the meaty cock inside him.

I lifted him off of me. Then I stacked some pillows. He got his ass on top of them and I pushed myself all the way in with one thrust. Then I started to fuck him with hard strokes.

He pushed himself towards me, and started to moan. I loved the feel of his tight sphincter and intestines around my horny gay cock.

I grabbed his purple dick and started jerking it as I drilled his tightly stuffed ass. Delicious hole sucked my cock and I saw the lube running from his ass to my balls. The end of the bed hit the wall. A neighbor’s sweet 18-year-old boy just got hard, mature meat in his ass without his mother knowing, behind the wall, in the apartment next door.

The thought of it turned me even more on and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock began to throb and shoot hot juice into the tight ass. Tommy moaned and his butt tightened around my penis. His dick throbbed in my fingers and shot cum onto my chest. We had a simultaneous orgasm. I moaned loud. Very loud. And so did Tommy. We were both panting at the peak of our pleasure, sharing orgasm. 

Tommy’s sphincter was throbbing and his tight anus felt even tighter. I continued to push until I had emptied my sacks inside the young man. 

We were lying on top of each other and our skin was soaked with sweat. The room smelled of sex. My bed looked like it had been run over by a herd of elephants. There were wet spots here and there, semen and lube. Their scent mixed with the sweat. Tommy was in my arms; his body felt hot and fragile. We kissed and hugged. 

The sex had been very good, the best. To this day I haven’t fucked better than Tommy.

We became good friends. More than friends.

“You thinkin’ we’ll try the lake again today? Maybe we’ll finally have some luck.” Brett turned and smirked at Alan as they sat in the detached sauna just a few dozen feet from the cabin they were renting.

The two had met in high school and hadn’t initially liked each other. Eventually though, they discovered they had common interests and started hanging out between classes and even after school sometimes. The next thing they knew, they were best friends and had been for nearly 30 years now. Their friendship was unlikely to say the least. Although it wasn’t exactly a unicorn situation, it wasn’t often that an Offensive lineman on the school’s football team wanted to pal around with a guy on the debate team. But Brett and Alan had made it work, despite all the ribbing Brett took from some of the guys on the team for hanging out with a geek like Alan. For his part, Alan wasn’t immune from that either. His friends kept wanting to ‘save’ him from this jock who was obviously making Alan do his homework for him to get good grades. Why else would the two ever hang out otherwise?!

Alan laughed softly and turned to look at Brett, trying not to get caught with his eyes diverted to his buddy’s beefy torso and thick, worked-out arms. “Some fishermen WE are! Two days into a five-day fishing trip and we’ve got nothing to show for it.”

Brett leaned back against the wall on the bench and put his hands behinds his head. “You heard what the old timer down at the convenience store in town said. Haven’t been a lot of fish biting lately. But I still think we should try. Christine and Gina will never let us live it down if we come back home empty-handed.”

It was torture for Alan to turn back and see Brett’s body – glistening with a light sheen of sweat – on display like that with him leaning back. Feeling playful – and perhaps egged-on by how worked up he was getting – he reached out and poked Brett in the middle of his chest. “Because of all of the bragging SOMEONE did as we were walking out the door.” Alan affected his voice in an exaggerated impersonation of his buddy from three days earlier. “Make room in the basement freezer, Christine! I’m bringing back TEN big ones!”

Brett grinned as he sat upright. “Hey, I wasn’t the only one with great expectations! All the way up here in the car, you couldn’t stop going on and on about how you and Gina were finally going to get some use out of your new air fryer with all of the fish you’d be cooking over the next few weeks.”

“At least I thought to do all my boasting out of earshot of my wife,” Alan teased. “You set us up for weeks, maybe months, of merciless ribbing.”

Brett leaned forward slightly, bracing both hands on his knees, grinning at his buddy. “You sayin’ I don’t have good sense, man?”

Alan smiled good-naturedly at him, continuing the tease. “I’m trying NOT to, but if you keep pushing the issue…”

Brett’s eyes widened and he let out a roaring laugh. “Asshole! Let me ask you… Who has better sense? The guy who maybe bragged a little too much to his wife, or the guy who is low-key trying to shade the man who is his ride back home?”

Alan scoffed. “‘Low-key? Shade? What are you, 43 going on 13?”

Brett’s cheeks flushed crimson and it was obvious that it wasn’t from the dry heat of the sauna. “I guess I picked it up from spending too much time overhearing Madison and Mayzie video chatting with their friends. Occupational hazard of having two teenage daughters, you know…”

He rubbed the back of his head and looked down, making Alan think he’d maybe taken ribbing his best buddy too far. “Hey, man. I’m sorry. You know teasing is my friendship love language. I went too far…”

For a moment, a pregnant silence hung in the air. Brett finally turned to look at Alan, the weight of the world on his face. “I’m just a human being, man. Flaws and all. You should try to remember that before you make fun.” For good measure, Brett threw in a sniffle as if he was trying to hold back tears.

Alan had never seen Brett this vulnerable and raw. It just goes to show you never know what someone’s buttons are until you accidentally push one of them. He reached up and touched his buddy’s muscular shoulder, immediately feeling the heat from Brett’s body and sending sparks throughout his own. “I’m sorry, Brett. I mean it. You know I respect the hell out of you. Are we gonna be okay?”

Brett turned and looked at Alan, stonefaced. “I don’t know, man. I’ll have to think about it.”

Alan could practically feel the blood draining from his face. He’d been a total douchebag and he knew it. “Oh damn,” he said aloud. “I really fucked things up, didn’t I?” He turned away to face the door leading outside.

“Damn right you did!” Alan heard Brett’s voice sounding more lively than it had moments ago. Before he could turn back to face his friend again, he felt a light thwack on the back of his head. “You tried to take me down a peg or two. I can’t have that…BRO!”

Alan whipped his head around to see Brett laughing. “The fuck, dude?! I thought I’d pissed you off!”

“Yeah and it serves you right for trying to make fun of me,” Brett said as he continued to chortle.

“Jackass!” Alan knocked Brett on the arm sharply with his elbow, causing Brett to stop laughing.

“OH! Shots fired! it’s on now, man!” Brett shot back. Before either man knew it, they were play-wrestling on the sauna bench, halfway grappling with each other and also each man halfway trying to assert his dominance. But both men knew it was all in good fun.

Because of the heat of the sauna, it didn’t take either man too long to start to feel winded and overheated. A good five minutes or more of the exertion of writhing and wrestling against each other had taken its toll. Soon both found themselves huffing and puffing, trying to regain their breath. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t just the wrestling that had Alan worked up. It was a pretty big turn on to grapple with the man he’d harbored a secret crush on for a pretty big portion of their 30-year friendship.

“We gonna call this one a draw?” Brett broke the silence, smirking at his friend.

Still gasping for air, Alan tried to put up a brave front. “We don’t have to *heavy inhale* I…I…I can go *heavy inhale* another three or four rounds if I need to!”

Brett chuckled. “Who are you kidding, man? If I wanted to take you out, all I’d probably need to do at this point is poke you in the arm and you’d fall over!”

Maybe his rampant horniness was to blame for him feeling his oats, but Alan grinned and leaned toward Brett with a cocky smile. “Oh yeah, bud? Is that so? Do it then!”

For a few seconds, Brett sat there as if he was contemplating the possibilities before breaking the tension with an easy smile, looking like it would take all of the energy had left in his body to knock Alan over with the poke of his finger. “Nah. I don’t feel like it. Let’s just say we’re even.”

“Sounds good, man!” Alan beamed. For a few moments, silence hung in the air. Looking at his friend’s handsome face and feeling the heat radiating from his body was quickly overtaking his senses and becoming too much to bear. Maybe it was the heat of the sauna. Maybe it was how horny he was. Maybe it was how much he’d overexerted himself during their grappling. Or maybe it was a combination of all three. Whatever it was, Alan soon found himself leaning in to Brett and closing his eyes as he planted a soft kiss on his lips before he even realized what he was doing.

Alan got a surprise when, not only did Brett not shove him away in disgust, it felt like he was kissing him back! Tentatively, at least. Holy shit! It wasn’t as if Brett had swept Alan into his arms and kissed him back passionately, but he wasn’t exactly sitting there passively like a bump on a log either.

It was just a short kiss…no tongue. Just soft lip against lip action. Even though it felt to Alan like it had lasted a lot longer, in reality it had probably only lingered for five seconds or so…more than enough time for him to know he wanted to do that again, and for a LOT longer. He was certain he’d never get the chance for that, though.

When he pulled back and looked at Brett, his buddy’s eyes were wide, seemingly in shock. “Wow…” was all the man said as he looked into Alan’s eyes.

Alan felt his face flush and was pretty sure he was blushing. To save his own skin in case Brett was pissed at him for being so forward, he tried to look apologetic. “I, uh… Brett, I… I’m sorry, man, I…”

In yet another surprising turn, Brett interrupted Alan’s self-protective blubbering in his own matter of fact way. “You know… You’re not half bad of a kisser, dude!”

“What?” Alan was dumbfounded. He couldn’t have heard his macho, masculine, reformed pussy chaser of a friend correctly.

“I said: ‘You know… You’re not half’…”

Alan sighed, rolled his eyes at one of Brett’s patented brand of Dad jokes, and interjected, “I heard you the first time. I’m just surprised at you having that kind of reaction is all.”

Brett shrugged his shoulders. “I believe in giving credit where credit is due.” After a pause of a quick beat, he added. “And I liked it.”

Alan scoffed, hardly believing this was really happening. “I swear, man… If this is another one of your tricks…”

Brett looked genuine and held his hand up in the Boy Scout salute…even though he hadn’t actually been IN the Scouts. “This isn’t a trick, Alan. I being 100% honest with you Scout’s Honor! In fact, I’ll even admit that I wouldn’t mind that kiss happening again.”

Alan laughed. “Yeah. I’m not buying that for a minute. You’re definitely pulling my leg.”

Alan hadn’t meant that statement as a way of trying to goad Brett into anything, but in a flash, he felt Brett throw his arm around his back and grasp his far shoulder. “Here. Let me prove it to you.” The next thing Alan knew, he was being pulled toward his ex-jock buddy. It’s true he was the one leaning in, but it was Brett who initiated this kiss. And this one was nowhere near as tentative as that first kiss had been. Sure, it was still soft. But it was also more urgent and full of passion.

Soon, Alan felt Brett’s tongue pressing against his lips. He parted them and received the tongue of a guy he’d known since high school into his mouth. After a couple minutes of making out and feeling each other’s upper body up, the kiss parted and Brett was smirking as he pulled back. “Believe me now, man?”

In response, Alan reached up to run his index and middle fingers over Brett’s chin. He gazed into his best friend’s eye and said softly, almost inaudibly, “Less talking, more kissing.”

This time it was Alan who re-initiated the kiss. For at least the next five minutes, the two men made out like they were two teenagers out on their first date. Without warning, Brett pulled back, wincing.

“What’s wrong?” Alan asked, concerned. “I didn’t accidentally bite you or anything, did I?”

His voice heavy with discomfort, Brett glanced at Alan before adjusting on the sauna bench. “No, man. No problem there. The problem is this…” Brett parted his legs farther and pushed his lower body out on the bench to make it more prominent. “Little Brett’s trying to tell me he wants to come out and play.”

Alan took in the muscled length of Brett’s torso and when his eyes traveled down to his shorts-covered crotch, he saw a distended bulge that both terrified and titillated him. “Forgive me for saying so, but it doesn’t look like there’s ANYTHING little about Little Brett!”

Feeling his chest swell at the high praise from Alan, he grinned and with a twinkle in his eye, reached over to grip his friend’s inner thigh just above the knee. “You think it looks impressive, man?”

It didn’t just feel good having Brett’s hand resting lazily where it was. It felt right. Alan didn’t need a mirror to know he was blushing. It felt like this was more than flirting and a little harmless making out between married friends who – for all outward appearances – seemed to identify as straight. This felt like it was going somewhere. Alan knew one of them should put a stop to it, but the way he was feeling at the moment, he knew it wasn’t going to be him. He returned Brett’s smile and reached over to grip his shoulder. “Impressive doesn’t quite do that bulge justice. Now I know why you never had any shortage of late night company before you settled down with Christine.”

This time it was Brett’s turn to blush. He chuckled softly and gave Alan an ‘aw shucks’ grin and wink. “I’ll just say this. I’ve never had any complaints!” For a couple seconds, silence hung in the air until he rushed to add, “Uh…except obviously for something like,” he tried to speak in a higher tone and a breathy whisper, “‘Oh Brett! It’s TOO big! You’re going to tear me in two with that pounder of yours!’”

Without thinking that maybe he should filter himself before he spoke, Alan shot back, “Man, you need to stop going to women! No man would ever say anything like that to you!” Brett’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t seem offended. All the same, Alan decided to clean up what he’d just said. “Not that Christine is anything but an expert at taking your meat after all these years, I’m sure.”

Brett reached up with his free hand to rub the back of his head as he looked away. “I wouldn’t go that far,” he said softly.

Genuinely feeling for his seemingly sexually frustrated friend, Alan let the hand that had been gripping his shoulder drift along Brett’s back supportively. “Jeez, bud. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize, you were…”

When Alan paused to figure out the most diplomatic way to finish that sentence, Brett turned back to him and interrupted. “Did you mean what you said earlier? I mean, about me going to a man instead of women?”

“Yeah. I mean… Sure. Why not?” For all of the years that he’d secretly lusted after Brett, as far as things had gone over the past 15 minutes, and how ready to take things even further he was, Alan was at a loss for words. “…if you can find a guy who wants to take care of you, that is.”

The two men sat there silently for several moments, looking into each others eyes, each seeing lust, need, and hunger in the other. Making the first move, Brett reached over his shoulder and pulled Alan’s hand off his back and over his head. Time seemed to slow down as he brought Alan’s hand to his crotch and laid it to rest on that damn bulge, which had only gotten bigger. Instinctively, Alan began running his hand over the shifting shorts-covered mass, loving the power and heat radiating from it.

For his part, Brett finally let the hand that had been resting on his friend’s inner thigh drift farther inward until he was gripping Alan’s own trapped member. “Damn, man,” he crowed admiringly. “You’re no slouch in the pounder department either!”

Receiving praise like that from a guy who was not only his best friend but also the object of his lust flipped a switch in Alan. Putting a stop to this may have been the best idea, but he went in the other direction. Wordlessly, he leaned in and kissed Brett again. As they both continued to feel each other up, their tongues once again explored the inside of their mouths and their lips crashed against each other.

After a few minutes, Brett pulled back a few inches and said in a deep whisper. “You think we should take this back to the cabin?”

“No way,” was all Alan said before leaning in to nuzzle his buddy’s neck.

Finding it hard to resist Alan’s lips on his neck, Brett willed himself to keep his senses. “You sure? We shouldn’t stay in the sauna much longer. One of us is liable to stroke out from the heat or something.”

Alan finally pulled back and looked at Brett. “Honestly, I want this to keep going. I’m afraid if we stop, the spell’s going to break.”

Brett reached between his legs and made a show of palming his bulging crotch. “There’s no way that’s going to happen. Little Brett – and Little Alan, for that matter – won’t let anything get in our way.” Brett stood up, the bulge in his shorts turning into more of a tent now, and extended his hand to Alan. Begrudgingly, Alan took Brett’s hand and got to his feet. Brett pulled Alan close and whispered. “Let’s you and me take this to the bedroom.”

Alan bit his lip and ran his hand up Brett’s muscular arm. “I’m holding you to that, dude.”

***

Less than a minute later, the two men had burst into the cabin in a frenzy. No sooner had Brett shut the door behind him than Alan practically tackled his best friend, forcefully pushing Brett back against the door. The two men made out frantically, hands exploring, grabbing, and clutching, and their clothing-encased cocks pressing against each other between them.

When the fever broke and the two pulled apart – reluctantly on both of their parts, Alan had assumed – Alan was ready to suggest they take things to his bedroom. Instead, things took a turn when Brett spoke before Alan could. “Listen, man… You’re not going to like this, but I think we should nip this in the bud before it goes any further.”

Alan chuckled and made a big show out of rolling his eyes. “Okay, man… Nice try. I’m not falling for one of your jokes again!”

He reached up to run his hands over Brett’s meaty chest when Brett grabbed him by the wrists and gently guided his hands away. “It’s not a joke, Al. I’m serious. You and I doing what we both know this is leading to is a BAD idea.”

Alan was exasperated…not to mention still horny as hell. “But, I just got finished telling you I didn’t want the spell to break by us coming back here. You swore to me it wouldn’t. ‘Nothing will get in our way,’ you said!” Alan gestured to the still-obvious bulge in Brett’s shorts. “You obviously still want this too. What the fuck is going on here?”

“We’re married, Al,” Brett shot back quickly. “We have Christine and Gina to think about.”

“We can think about them later.”

“Maybe that’s all right for you. Both of your kids are out on their own. I can’t afford to be so cavalier. I don’t just have Christine to think of. I’ve got Madison and Mayzie too.”

“What do they have to do with this?” Alan questioned. “This is you and me. Right here, right now.”

For a few seconds, Brett stood there, staring at Alan, breathing heavily. Alan thought maybe he’d gotten through to his friend when Brett poured cold water on that theory. “I’m sorry, man. I just can’t. I can’t risk this going any further and turning into something that might hurt other people in my life.”

Alan opened his mouth to try and reassure Brett that he was overreacting when Brett turned on his heels and stormed off to his bedroom, leaving Alan shell-shocked at the drastic rollercoaster ride of emotions both men had gone on over the past half an hour.

Alan thought about following Brett back to his room. If only he had more time to talk to him. He was sure he could get through to Brett. But in the end, he decided not to push. Risking a 30-year friendship hardly seemed worth it. Instead, Alan went to his own room to grab some clothes and get a shower. Maybe washing some of the sweat and grime from the sauna would help his state of mind.

Five minutes later, he’d slipped his shorts down and gave a few soft tugs on his hard on, still at full mast, then bent over to pull a t-shirt and shorts out of the dresser drawer when he had that creepy feeling you get sometimes when you feel like you’re being watched. He turned around and to both his shock and delight, he saw Brett standing there, framed in the doorway, still wearing those same black shorts…with that same distended tent poking out of the crotch. He still had that same hungry and lustful expression that had been on his face earlier in the sauna.

“Brett? What’s…?”

Alan didn’t get any other words out before Brett crossed the room wordlessly, placed his hands on either side of Alan’s waist, and laid a searing kiss on his lips. The kiss raged on for what felt like several minutes. Alan clutched onto his best friend for dear life as he felt Brett’s hands roaming over his back and eventually grabbing on to both of his bare buns.

At some point along the way, both men came up for air but they barely parted, still clutching to each other, their lower bodies pressed together. Their foreheads touched and they breathed deeply, trying to reclaim the oxygen that the all-encompassing kiss had taken.

Alan was the first to speak. Brett had shown him what he wanted, but now he wanted to hear the ex-jock say it. “Tell me, Brett,” he gasped.

“What?!”

“Tell me, man! Say it. I want to hear you say what you want!”

For the briefest of moments, Brett stood there – holding and being held by his best friend – looking into Alan’s eyes. It felt to Alan like the man was about to slip through his fingers yet again. But this time was different. This time Brett wouldn’t let him down.

“This.” Brett said softy.

“This? This what?” Alan egged him on. He was going to need a lot more than simply ‘this’.

“This, man. I want this!” Brett said more loudly, more forcefully. “I don’t know what this is, but I want it….want to experience it, Al. With you.” To put a nonverbal fine point on the matter, Brett reached down between them, wrapped his hand around Alan’s hardness, and began slowly and sensually stroking him.

“God dammit!” Alan laughed softly and bashfully looked away briefly before turning back to look his friend in the eyes. “I should kick you out of this room right now after what you did to me out by the front door.” Alan could see the sinking feeling of defeat start to show itself in Brett’s eyes as he realized that he’d screwed up big time earlier. In no small part due to the feeling of Brett’s hand on his dick, he decided to go ahead and put his buddy out of his misery. “But I think we both know I’m not going to turn you down.”

Brett’s eyes immediately lit up and he grinned from ear to ear before quickly shifting to a self-confident demeanor. “Honestly, I never had a doubt about it, bud.” He reached down with his other hand to palm that huge bulge in his shorts. “Not with this weapon between my legs to sweeten the pot.”

The two briefly connected in another sweet kiss. When they pulled back, Alan ran his hands over Brett’s chest. “Just so you know, buddy… This can be whatever we want it to be. Only what you’re ready for, okay? No pressure whatsoever to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Brett playfully humped against Alan’s hip, grinning like a horny teenager. “I don’t think we’re going to have an issue with anything being off limits there, man. I’m pretty worked up, in case you can’t tell.”

The two resumed their kiss, easing down onto the bed, with Alan slipping his hands into the waistband of Brett’s shorts, eager to push them down and finally feast his eyes on his best buddy’s so-called pussy pounder…and hopefully at the very least get a chance to wrap his lips around it!

***

Alan wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep. When his eyes fluttered open, he was laying on his side, facing the window. He was pretty certain when he rolled over, he’d find the bed empty. Next would come the worry about an awkward rest of the week and the hope that them fucking hadn’t ruined their friendship. Instead, Alan got yet another surprise in a series of surprises that day when he rolled over onto his back to find Brett next to him, sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand.

“Hey…” Alan said, hearing the sleep in his voice. When Brett didn’t respond, Alan propped himself up against the headboard and touched Brett’s arm, instantly jolting him out of whatever concentrated state he’d been in.

Brett turned and noticed for the first time that Alan had awakened. His demeanor quickly changed from serious to jovial. “Hey, look! Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake! I thought I was gonna have to play Prince Charming and lay a kiss on you wake you up, you were zonked-out so hard!”

“Getting fucked like you laid it on me will tire a man out, dude! I’m not a young buck anymore. I guess I know who to call if I ever have insomnia instead of taking a sleeping pill.” Both men laughed and when it died down, Alan added in amazement, “I still can’t believe you went back to back like that.”

“What can I say?” Brett bragged. “I told you it’s been a while. And actually, I don’t think I got it all out of my system yet. I’m not exaggerating when I say I think I’m going to be able to go at least another dozen times before we’re due to head home.”

“Fuck, dude!”

“I’m a horny man, Al. A horny man with a lot of pent-up sexual energy to burn off!”

Alan bit his lip. “Lucky me!” He leaned in to give his buddy a quick kiss before pulling back. “Is everything okay? When I woke up, you seemed really into whatever was on your phone.”

Brett glanced down at his phone, held it up, and then turned to set it on the nightstand. “Oh. It was just…uh…just a text from Christine. She must’ve sent it while we were…you know.”

“Oh…” Alan turned to face forward. Unsure of how to respond.

Out of the blue, Brett finally broke the silence. “I’m not gay, Al.”

Alan turned to look at him. “Never said you were, bud. And by the way, I’m not either…at least I don’t think I am.”

Brett seemed surprised. “Bi, then?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure what I am. I’ve never wanted to put a label on it. I just know what feels good to me, so I do it.”

“Jeez, dude!”

Alan reached out to touch Brett’s shoulder reassuringly. “Gina knows, in case you’re wondering.”

Brett seemed even more stunned. “Fuck! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I’m not. She’s known all along. When I thought things were going to get serious with she and I, it’s the first thing I told her. We talked through it and she was able to get to a place where she’s okay with it…as long as I don’t flaunt it around town or in her face, you know.”

“Wait! When you two were getting serious?! That was right after college. You knew that long ago?”

“Yep. Even earlier than that, actually.”

Brett seemed genuinely hurt. “If you knew that long ago, why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Alan shrugged his shoulders and tried to walk a delicate line between being as forthright as he could without hurting Brett’s feelings too badly. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Better to keep it a secret than lose the best friend I ever had. I’m sorry if I underestimated you, bud.”

For a couple minutes, the room was silent and Brett had a contemplative look on his face. Soon, he turned his body toward Alan and leaned in with a mischievous grin on his face. “I guess now you know!”

“Guess so…” Alan grinned, before reaching around the back of Brett’s neck and pulling him in for another soft kiss. When they parted, Alan reached out to lazily run his hand along Brett’s muscled bicep while Brett ran the back of his hand over Alan’s hairy chest. “You know, bud… Not that you have to copy me or anything… But what Gina and I have… That could be you and Christine too.”

Brett looked pensive. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll leave that for later, though. Right now…” Brett leaned in for another kiss. “I want to think about something else.” He ran his hand underneath the bed sheet and along Alan’s hip. “…like trying for Round 3.”

“Horny fucker!” Alan teased. “Before this week’s over, I’m going to see to it that you find out what it means to be as well-fucked as you’ve made me feel so far.”

Brett smirked before rollover over on top of Alan, the two men embracing before starting a make out session that would undoubtedly lead to Round 3…and maybe even 4 and 5. “In your dreams, Al!”

As they kissed, Alan didn’t even think about responding. He knew the power of having a dream. A dream he’d had for nearly 30 years had finally come to fruition that day. If that could happen, Alan rationalized, then it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibilities that his former college football O-lineman buddy might one day find himself on his back, legs on his best friend’s shoulders, moaning Alan’s name while Alan rammed him for all he was worth.

The two men would never leave their wives. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t keep on having fun together. Not when there were plenty of long guys-only lunches, golf trips, and baseball stadium tours around the country to go on…and of course, plenty of fishing trips to take!

Reports of missing people have been on the rise.  Strangely, many people have started to also report sightings of beings described as “monstrous” or “unnatural.”  With so many reports coming in, word got to Detective Wilbur Liang who took the case without even a second glance.  A witness even came in for questioning.  While other officers wanted to excuse the case and shuffle it under papers, Wilbur noticed that the witness kept rubbing their neck.  At an opportune moment, Wilbur managed to see two puncture wounds on the witness’s neck.

Adamant to take on the case, Wilbur is finally given the go ahead to take on the investigation.  The supernatural aspects of what has been reported is what drew Wilbur in.  Despite what many other officers are saying, Wilbur is determined to get to the bottom of the case, especially if it involves some supernatural aspects.  The location of interest in which all of the reports have in common, Club Rendezvous.

Club Rendezvous is a notorious kinky sex club in the heart of the city that is relegated as the newest hot spot.  Though the main floor serves for dancing, drinking, and partying, separate floors of the clubs are designated for the hedonistic actions of sex and chains hidden away in the labyrinth of hallways.

During the day, Club Rendezvous is quiet, almost desolate, waiting for the nights ahead for action.  This is the opportune moment for Wilbur to talk to the owner of the club, Darin Barrows, for approval to investigate.

Inside Darin’s office of the club, Wilbur sits calmly, crossing his arms as he closely watches Darin’s expressions.  Darin is a tall, imposing older man with broad shoulders and robust build that’s noticeable under a nice set of formal clothes.  His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, his facial hair nicely kept.  Darin furrows his brows as he looks at Wilbur.

“Like I have said, detective, I do not want any police officers here investigating and ruining my business.  Seeing a lot of cops would not bode well and I would not be a happy man,” Darin grumbles.

“I may be a detective, but I operate more like a private investigator, Darin.  Would it put you at ease if I were to say it would just be me undercover in your establishment?” Wilbur asks.

Darin responds, “No, because if something were to happen, you’d probably make a scene.  I know you officer types, no concern for property as long as you ‘catch your perp’ right?  We don’t need any of that here.”

“So you’d rather be compliant with potential crimes that could be happening in your establishment and endanger your patrons?  That’s a strange business move if word were to get out that people have been going missing in your establishment,” Wilbur retorts.

“Those are only allegations, detective, not concrete proof,” Darin replies.

Wilbur chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly.  Darin raises a brow and asks, “What’s so funny?”

“I can see it in the headlines now.  Club Rendezvous shuts down due to owner’s negligence,” Wilbur provokes, a sly smirk forming on his face.  He knows exactly what he’s doing.  If words of warning won’t work, perhaps provocation will.

Darin furrows his brows deeper, the anger creasing on his forehead.  He leans in, his icy gaze fixed on Wilbur.  The tension in the room becomes thick and palpable.  Slowly, a sinister smile curls on Darin’s lips as he speaks, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, detective.  You have no concept of the power I wield.”

Wilbur leans back on his chair, crossing his leg over the other casually.  He responds with unwavering confidence, “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Darin.  Power is just an illusion until it’s tested, isn’t it?”

“Bold of you to say, detective,” Darin says, his voice low, “but you underestimate me.  Let me remind you, this is my domain, my kingdom, and in my kingdom, I make the rules.”

Wilbur raises an eyebrow in response, his confident smirk never leaving his lips.  He leans forward slightly, his gaze unwavering as he meets Darin’s.  “Is that so?  Tell me, what kind of rules do you play by in your kingdom?”

Darin’s eyes flicker with a dangerous glint as he leans even closer.  The air is crackling with tension, thick with the dynamics of power between the two men.  His voice drops into a husky whisper, “In my kingdom, rules are meant to be broken, boundaries pushed.  And those who dare to challenge me often find themselves on their knees, begging.”

“Is that a threat?” Wilbur retorts with a defiant chuckle.  “Because…I’ve never been one to kneel before anyone.”

Darin stands from his desk, towering over Wilbur with a menacing air radiating around him.  Wilbur looks at Darin, unflinching and smirking.  Darin shakes a bit from the rising anger within him.  He’s never had someone challenge him like Wilbur before.  The smirk on Wilbur’s face only makes Darin more frustrated.

Darin takes a step closer to Wilbur, his chest inches away from the detective’s face.  Darin stares down his nose at Wilbur, trying to use his big build to intimidate the detective.  Wilbur, however, simply smirks.

“You think you can play this game with me, detective?” Darin’s voice is a low, thick growl.  “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Wilbur meets Darin’s gaze, his own eyes smoldering with fierce determination and defiance.  In a swift move, he grabs Darin’s tie and suddenly pulls Darin down, their bodies almost touching.

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Darin,” Wilbur whispers, sending shivers down Darin’s spine.  “I thrive on challenges.  And I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Darin’s facade of control begins to crumble right before Wilbur’s face.  Wilbur tugs Darin down even further, making the club owner drop to his knees.  Wilbur side-eyes Darin, letting out a hearty laugh.

“Look at that, you’re kneeling to me,” Wilbur comments, looking down at the big man on the ground.  He leans closer to Darin’s ear and whispers,  “Since you own a club like this, then you must be kinky yourself.  How about you show me what you have to offer.”

Darin gulps, though everything inside of him is screaming to take back the dynamic, Wilbur’s intimidating presence is far too overwhelming.  Darin’s resistance wavers as his heart is beating in his chest.

With a primal growl, Wilbur stands, dragging Darin up to his feet.  Wilbur pushes Darin against the desk and pins him down.  The sound of papers flutter to the ground, Darin’s ragged breaths puff against the heavy desk.  Darin’s eyes darken with a mix of arousal and defiance, he tries to stand back up, but Wilbur pushes him back down.  The club owner’s resistance is crumbling by the second, his body betraying him by rubbing against Wilbur’s growing erection.

“You wanted to play rough, Darin, now you’ll know what that means,” Wilbur growls.

With expert hands, Wilbur undresses Darin slowly, savoring each moment of weakness.  The fabric of Darin’s shirt tears easily under Wilbur’s strong grill, revealing the taut muscles underneath.  Darin breathes heavily, struggling to maintain his composure.

Wilbur shows no mercy as he continues his ruthless assault on Darin’s defenses.  Each touch is a calculated move to break down the club owner’s resistance.  Wilbur reaches around and dexterously unbuckles Darin’s belt and unbuttons his pants.  With one quick motion, Wilbur pulls down Darin’s bottoms, revealing a nice round muscle ass.  Darin moans in spite of himself, unable to deny himself the pleasure of the loss of control.

Darin’s bare ass rubs against Wilbur’s bulge, he waggles his ass just to feel what the detective is equipped with.  Wilbur watches with excitement, he says, “Oh lookie here, seems like you’re pretty excited.”

“Sh-shut up,” Darin grumbles, his complexion becoming bright red.  No matter how much he tries to hide his flushed face, Wilbur is able to see it glow.

Wilbur raises a hand and gives Darin a hard smack on the ass.  The crack of the slap echoes loudly throughout the entirety of the office.  Wilbur pulls Darin’s tie back, choking the club owner upward.  Wilbur asks, “What was that?”

Darin struggles to formulate words as he feels his throat being squeezed by his own tie and Wilbur’s strength.  “I…I’m sorry,” he manages to gasp out, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

Wilbur tugs even tighter, smacking Darin’s ass again.  “What was that?”

“I…I’m sorry, daddy,” Darin whimpers, quickly seeing the dark vignettes in his vision.

Wilbur chuckles at the irony of the word, though “daddy” may not have been the word he was expecting, it’s more than enough to satisfy him.  Wilbur releases Darin’s tie, allowing the club owner to catch his breath for a moment.

Wilbur’s erection has now fully formed, painfully pressing against WIlbur’s tight pants.  Darin can feel Wilbur’s erection, grinding against it with his bright red ass.  With his free hand, Wilbur unbuckles his belt, completely sliding out of his belt loops.  He folds his belt in half and whips Darin’s ass.

Darin arches his back and moans.  “F-fuck, yes, more,” Darin moans, his body betraying him as he begs for more punishment.

Wilbur grins, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.  “So, the owner of Club Rendezvous likes punishment does he?”  Wilbur whips Darin’s ass with his belt again, soliciting an even louder moan.

“More daddy!” Darin lets out.

“You want more, huh?” Wilbur growls.  “Well you’re going to get it!”

Wilbur reaches into his pants, pulling out his throbbing erection, the head glistening with precum.  He pushes Darin’s ass cheeks apart, exposing the tight, pink hole surrounded by a fuzz of white.  Wilbur lines up his erection at Darin’s entrance and slowly pushes in.  Darin’s whole body shivers from feeling Wilbur sliding just the tip of his cock inside.  The natural resistance of Darin’s ass makes him groan with pleasure, his body trembling, his muscles clenching tightly around Wilbur’s massive cock.

“N-no,,” Darin pleads, his voice barely audible, “I’ve never been fucked before…”

“Oh…so are you saying you want me to stop?  The head is barely in.  Well if you insist,” Wilbur responds, quickly pulling his cockhead out of Darin’s tightness.

“No!” Darin yells, his ass pushing backward to find Wilbur’s erection.  He shakes his head vehemently.  “No, I just…I need to catch my breath.”

Wilbur simply smirks.  Without warning, he shoves his cock back inside of Darin.  Darin howls as he feels his tight hole filling up with Wilbur’s erection.  The pleasure of Wilbur’s hard cock overrides the pain of the tightness.  Darin bites his lip, trying to hold back the cries of pleasurable pain that threaten to leave his lips.  Wilbur’s hands grip Darin’s, helping him reinforce each and every single thrust.  Wilbur is only able to get his cock about halfway into Darin with each thrust, slightly pushing in more and more with every successive thrust.

Darin’s ass tightens around Wilbur’s cock, clenching and releasing in waves of pleasure.  The sensation is unlike anything he has ever felt before.  He can feel Wilbur’s cock slowly stretching him open, increasing in size with each thrust.  Wilbur moves deeper in Darin.

Darin’s body shivers, his hands gripping onto the edges of the desk.  His heart reaches, the adrenaline coursing through hi veins as Wilbur fucks him rough and hard.  Darin’s body betrays him more and more every second, his hips moving instinctively in time with Wilbur’s.

“Oh daddy, yes…yes!” Darin moans, surrendering to Wilbur’s cock in a drunken stupor.  “More!”

A satisfied grin forms on Wilbur’s face, he chuckles.  His primal instincts rushing through his body.  He buries his cock completely into the club owner.  Darin lets out a strangled cry, his body arching off of the desk as he can feel all of Wilbur inside of him.  His legs tremble violently, his clenching becoming even tighter than before.  Looking carefully, Wilbur can see the streaks of hot white cum splattered all over the floor and desk.

“You like it that much huh?  Guess the ruler of this kingdom really likes a scepter in his ass,” Wilbur comments snarkily.

Wilbur pounds ass like a fuck machine, driving Darin to the edge of ecstasy.  The force behind every thrust cracks Darin’s ass cheeks, echoing through the office.  The scent of musk and desire dances in the room.

Sweat falls down their bodies, Wilbur’s shirt getting soaked and clinging onto his bulging muscles.  Wilbur’s biceps flex with each powerful thrust, his own erection nearing the brink of no return.

“Does this good boy want a reward?” Wilbur asks.

“Y-yes!  Please daddy!” Darin cries out.

Utilizing this moment of weakness, Wilbur asks, “Then it’s okay for me to investigate your club right?”

“Y-yes!  Anything you want!” Darin cries out.

Wilbur smiles.  “Perfect.  Now here’s your reward for being such a good boy.”

Wilbur slams his cock deep inside of Darin.  Darin moans loudly, having a second orgasm as he can feel Wilbur’s hot cum filling up his insides.  Darin’s legs tremble violently, the only thing holding him up is the desk he’s sprawled across and Wilbur’s throbbing cock.

Slowly, Wilbur pulls his cock out of Darin, drabbles of cum rush out of the swollen red hole.  Wilbur walks all the way to the other side of the desk where Darin’s head is heaving in breaths as he tries to compose himself.

Wilbur’s smile transforms from one that was devious to a friendlier one.  Even the tone of his voice changes to a joyful one.  He leans down a bit and stares into Darin’s dazed and drunken eyes.  He says, “Thank you for your compliance, let me give you a treat.”   He grabs the back of Darin’s head and shoves his cummy cock into the club owner’s mouth, rewarding a job well done.

Brad’s New Dilation Kit Arrives

A versatile bottom, Brad was always down to get fucked. When going through a dry spell of uninterested tops, he never hesitated to turn to his supply of toys to take matters into his own hands. During his solo fuck sessions, he turned to extreme assplay porn to urge himself on to take more fake dick and even some of his hand. But he couldn’t get past his stubbornly tight “inner ring,” the gateway to his lower intestine the porn stars he watched could seemingly open wide with ease. 
 
Shopping around some of his favorite sex toy supply shops online, Brad kept eyeing a specially designed anal insertion depth training kit called the “Butt Plug Extender” set. It was pricey, but his many views and clicks kept it stalking him during his time online until he broke down and ordered it. It stayed on his mind during the standard shipping process, which he regularly checked to ensure he’d be prepped and ready the day the kit arrived to his door.
 
Brad unboxes the delivery to reveal a sleek and modern-looking anal training kit that includes a series of progressively larger silicone dilators, each one tapered to make insertion easier. A thorough user guide is also included, detailing proper hygiene, lubrication techniques, and tips for comfortable and safe use. He takes a moment to read through the instructions, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The primary product innovation is the removable core in the dilators that permit the entry into the anal canal of flexible but firm training wands of graduating length and diameter to open, stretch and enter into the “second hole.”
 
Done reading the instructions, Brad places all of the dilators on his bed, then picks up the smallest one. Its tapered shape and smooth silicone surface invites him to inspect it more closely. The removable core is carefully designed, so that the full density of the plug can be inserted to allow for maximum expansion before the user detaches it. He applies J-Lube from the generous supply always ready on his nightstand and guides the dilator easily inside. It’s a pleasant and familiar feeling of stretch, but nothing new and a diameter his outer ring is well used to swallowing. He chooses the smallest and shortest training wand designed to just reach and tease his “inner ring” and readies it for insertion, sliding out the dilator’s removable core to accept it.
 
As the tip of the small training wand enters his anal canal beyond the tip of the dilator, Brad feels a slight but pleasurable resistance at first. After some patience and careful movement inward a few more inches, it slips past the tight ring of muscle that guards the entrance to his lower intestine. He emits a soft gasp as the wand fills him in a way that is both strange and exciting.
 
Following the recommended use from the instructions, Brad gently pushes and pulls the wand, then adds small rotations. He’s surprised but pleased at how good it feels and how instantly effective the training kit is proving. As his second hole relaxes to become accustomed to full insertion, Brad deploys the built-in latching system to connect the wand’s base to the base of the dilator and pauses to enjoy the novel, new sensation of fullness.
 
As he lies there, the sensation of the training wand buried deep inside of him is both unfamiliar and thrilling. The smooth silicone surface of the dilator is slick with lubricant, allowing it to glide in and out with ease. Brad can feel the gentle ridges of the dilator’s exterior and the wand’s smooth surface slowly and steadily working to expand his limits. Feeling ready for more, he removes and sets aside the smallest dilator and wand combination, checking the first results to his loosened outer ring with his fingers. One, even two, easily slide in without resistance. He enjoys fucking yourself using his index and middle fingers, then slides the index fingers of both hands inside serially, then together, using them to stretch his anal entrance wider. The stretch is matched by a feeling of relaxation deeper within, like a doorway that is slowly beginning to open inward to reveal what’s inside. Brad reaches for the next size up in the training kit, a slightly larger dilator with a longer wand attachment.
 
Applying plenty of J-Lube to the larger dilator, Brad takes a deep breath and begins to gently insert the tapered tip. There is a little more resistance this time, but you continue to take your time, pushing the dilator in bit by bit until it glides fully inside the outer ring of muscle. Removing its core, Brad teases his inner ring with the smallest wand again, inserted through the bigger dilators wider entrance, then begin to insert the sized up wand. HIs inner ring still offers some resistance, but the larger, longer wand prevails into expanding his intestinal entrance and the first couple of inches of lower intestine. As the larger wand arrives at its complete insertion, Brad feels a new level of fullness and a slight burning sensation. Reminding himself to relax and breathe, the wand gently stretches and expanding his inner ring, filling him up in a way that is both intense and soon, pleasurable.
 
Latching the larger dilator-wand combination together, Brad begins to fuck himself with it like an oddly shaped dildo. The graduated wand tip glides more easily into his inner ring and lower intestine with each stroke. The sensation is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. The larger wand massages his inner walls, and Brad can feel every ridge and contour of the dilator as it stretches and expands you. He experiments with different angles and movements, finding what feels best for his body. With each thrust, he feels a sense of accomplishment and excitement – you’re pushing yourself to new limits and unlocking new sensations.
 
Feeling relaxed and stretched out, Brad removes the dilator and begjns alternating the smallest and next size wand by themselves, stretching his inner ring like he used his index fingers to stretch his outer hole. The muscles feel relaxed and pliable, a testament to the effectiveness of the training kit. He takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of his newly-opened “second hole,” a testament to the effectiveness of the training kit. The alternating wands stretching and tease his inner ring in turn.
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Brad reaches for the penultimate dilator and wand set. This one is noticeably larger and longer than the previous ones, and he can feel your heart start to race as he contemplates inserting it. With trepidation and excitement, he begins to push inward, initial resistance giving way to the greatest dilation and expansion he’s ever experimented in his “inner ring,” with the tapered wand extending at least six inches into his guts. He can feel every inch of the wand as it glides deep into his lower intestine, filling you up in a way that is both intense and pleasurable. The feeling is intense and at first, overwhelming. As the intensity wanes and is replaced by deepening pleasure, Brad begins to experiment with flexing and contracting his internal muscles to manipulate the inserted wand from within instead of stroking in and out manually. After a few minutes of concentration, he can start to feel the control, as if he’s trying to expel waste, has on the intake and outtake of the wand through his inner ring. The feeling is indescribable, a mixture of pleasure and pain, but also one of accomplishment and satisfaction. 
 
Brad latches the penultimate size dilator-wand combination and spend the next several minutes fucking himself with it with increasing vigor, getting to his knees to begin shoving it fully in and sliding it fully out repeatedly in the kneeling position. Arching his back, he applies pressure to the base at maximum insertion, tapping the device and creating internal vibration, his body having adapted to the size and length of the device as he moves it in and out with greater ease and speed.
 
Brad unlatches and remove the dilator while continuing to hold the wand fully inside, taking time to appreciate the slackened walls of his anal canal. He’s loosened his insides so that the tunnel no longer contracts fully around the carrot-shaped wand, and he can easily slide his fingers in alongside and around its base to grasp it internally. He resumes fucking himself this way, enjoying the added stretch and expansion of his hand within his outer ring. Brad can already tell he’s made permanent progress in accommodating larger objects with ease, and reaches for the final dilator and wand set, the largest and longest one in the training kit. It’s intimidating, but he feels ready to take on the challenge.
 
Although longer and more graduated than Brad’s favorite, well-worn large Falcon butt plug, the dilator matches it in an impressive 3.5 inch widest diameter, which he’s become accustomed to taking after some warming-up sessions, The wand, however, is a little scary: 14 insertable inches long and a starting diameter of 1.5 inches. Reminding himself to breathe deeply and relax, Brad cautiously starts the insertion process. His ass takes the dilator with relative ease, and he enjoys the familiar stretch of the diameter with the incursion of the longer tip. The wand enters the removable core easily as first, the width of a starter dildo even a straight guy could take (besides, the dilator has cleared an impressive pathway). Reaching the inner ring, Brad applies constant pressure to the wand base with both hands while fully relaxing inwardly, feeling the telltale “pop” as it begins to slide past and into his second hole. The wand is stretching him in ways he’s never experienced before, a new feeling of extreme fullness that only builds as the tip of the wand reaches further into his intestinal tract. Finally, he has no more left to insert, and he locks the device to settle into the stretch and expansion.
 
Unlatching the wand, Brad begin to manipulate it, gently guiding it back and forth within his inner ring, rotating it and slightly tapping its base. The sensation is intensely pleasurable, and he feels ready to re-latch it and fuck himself with the combined dilator and wand, repeatedly stretching out and encountering increasingly less pressure from his anal canal. His outer and inner rings feel wide open and ready for even more.
 
Brad decidess to try out the final feature of the training kit, its piece de resistance: a thin tube inside the core of the wand that attaches to a pump to inject liquid from the tip: a sex toy that can “cum” inside of him. Passing over the J-Lube, he insert the loose end of the tube into a large tub of “cum lube” he’s purchased just for this occasion. The thought of a toy that can mimic the sensation of being filled with warm, sticky “cum” is almost too much for him to bear. He begins to pump the bulb slowly, feeling the liquid being injected inside of him with each squeeze. It’s like the most viscous, thick enema solution he’s ever used, spurting into rather than flowing into his intestine, just like a gifted top slamming in his seed. Brad keeps pumping, using quite a few ounces of the “cum” lube until he feels he can’t pump any further.
 
He takes a moment to bask in the sensation, feeling incredibly full and satisfied. The liquid inside is warm and thick, coating the walls of his intestine and adding an extra level of stimulation. He can feel it leaking out as he continues to manipulate the wand, sliding it back and forth and tapping its base. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, but also incredibly pleasurable. Brad gently begin to remove the wand, resuming pumping in more and more cum lube as it exits go until he has filled your anal canal to the max, his your first try at self-“cumflation.”
 
As the wand finally slides all the way out of him, Brad feel a rush of pleasure and relief. His insides feel incredibly full and stretched, and he can still feel the warm, viscous “cum” lube coating his inner walls. He looks down and sees that the wand is covered in the “cum.” Reinserting the starter dilator, filled with its core to lock the cum lube in place, Brad clenches lightly to ensure it stays in place and positions himself in cow pose on his bed. The weight and density of the cum drags his belly downward, curving like … well,  a cow. It hits his prostate in a building pressure that stiffens his cock rock hard. He reached back to rotate and tap the dilator base, teasing his outer ring against its diameter as he slowly jacks his cock with his other hand. He contemplates being filled even further up and in and soon is on the edge of exploding real cum from his dickhead.
 
Rolling onto his back, Brad explores his distended insides with a free hand while he continues to jack off and buck his hips to contract the dilator inside of him. He fantasizes about even more cum flowing into him increasing the pressure within until his belly begins to expand up and out to make room for it. As he considers his belly tripling past its normal size, he shoots all over himself, rubbing it onto his less-than-flat stomach and pushing it down toward his slack rectum, inserting his fingers around the smallest dilator’s base and pushing his real-life cum inside. His head tips back onto the pillow in bliss, and he passes out for a brief post-orgasm snooze with the hot cum lube and cum still inside him.

 Haversham never liked to wear a hat. He was proud of his hair. It was thick and very full, and he didn’t like to cover it up. Plus, he had read that wearing “lids” reduced the oxygen to the scalp and could promote baldness. It was a small thing to him, but it was one of the few things that he felt about himself that still made him look good at his age.

But right now, he felt every one of his 54 years and slightly out of sorts, almost like he was kind of drunk, or in a semi-fuzzy sleep state that he couldn’t shake. He even tried literally — shaking his head, but he still just felt – out of it. This all had transpired since he’d been with that guy, Franklin.

****

Haversham had no kids and said goodbye to his wife six months ago and had lately grown weary of cuming by his own hand. When younger, he had always fantasized about having sex with a guy and now he was free to do that or whatever he damn well pleased. But of course now he was older, a lot older… and knew that the gay community was just as bad as rejecting older men as the straight community was of rejecting older woman. Even though he was pretty fit for his age, he lied on the apps about it and said he was in his late forties. Hell, he was in great shape. He worked out at the gym 5 days a week and ate right and hardly drank liquor at all.

What he longed for was to really feel the power and sexual desire of a man. He wanted to be dominated, not turned into some sub or something, but to be the one on the receiving end… he wanted passion and to be erotically fondled, as if he was the woman in the sexual exchange.

And when men showed you passion, it was sometimes rough. He liked that idea too. Maybe that was why his wife finally left him. He had lost that kind of passion for her. Or maybe it was the tennis pro that she spent more time with than she did with him. It didn’t matter. People grew apart and moved on. Haversham knew this and accepted it.

Man, he felt out of it. He even wondered if he’d been slipped a Mickey or something. He didn’t have anything to drink at that guy Franklin’s house. At least he couldn’t remember if he did. Crap, he thought, maybe he was getting sick. There were so many bugs around these days.

Weeks ago, he had searched online on some of the more popular gay sites. He filled out all the pertinent information and even uploaded photos of his body.

After he had filled out the ads, it was only a week before he had communicated with someone that sounded like he was a possible match.

The guy was perfect. He was a passionate top, a little bigger than Haversham and was into a little rougher stuff, not so much that he was into fisting, scat or blood. That was where Haversham drew the line. He told him he could hook up with him the next Saturday.

When they finally met there was a tiny bit of apprehension that Haversham didn’t think about until he contacted the perspective top. Well shit, he wasn’t going to marry this guy, just let him fuck him. And even that he would do safely. Haversham was told the guy he had to fuck him safely. The guy told him that would be no problem.

Anyway, the only bad point was this guy lived in the seedy part of town. It wasn’t like Haversham was frightened about going there, it was just that he definitely had to make certain his car was locked when he left it and that he brought his wallet with him when he went into the small beat up apartment to meet Franklin.

Haversham was right about him though; he was a tough looking character that looked like he knew what he wanted and knew how to get it.

****

It was funny, Haversham couldn’t really remember how he got back to his apartment. Shit, at the moment, he couldn’t even remember leaving Franklin’s place. He did remember driving his car on the way over to the meeting though. He was really nervous; he couldn’t believe he was finally going to do this.

He started thinking about the first time he had done anything with a guy. Well, it was just a blow job, but it changed his life. He was only sixteen and his teacher asked him to stay after class.

Mr. Dooley was a big man. All the other kids were kind of frightened of him. Some said he was creepy, some said he was gay. But he didn’t believe it until that day. Mr. Dooley told Haversham that he was failing his class, but gave him an ultimatum. If Haversham would do a small favor for Mr. Dooley, he would give him a passing grade.

That’s how Haversham found himself on his knees under Mr. Dooley’s desk with his flaccid cock in his mouth. If anything, Haversham was more embarrassed about what Mr. Dooley had said to him before hand. Something about how he knew Haversham would do it. Hell, he said he was sure that Haversham wanted to do it. His exact words were, He could tell Haversham was a cocksucker. He had just the right kind of mouth. Mr. Dooley said, spitting the words out. “I knew the first time I saw you, ‘cause you have dick sucking lips.”

What befuddled Haversham more than anything else was that Mr. Dooley was right. And maybe that was why he was so good at it too. Haversham loved the feeling he got when Dooley’s cock started to grow and get hard in his mouth and so he stroked him even more, gently at first, but then with lust and abandonment, with a need to get Dooley’s seed. Haversham wanted to taste it. He knew what his cum tasted like, but thought not all cum probably tastes the same.

He loved the way Dooley’s cock felt, it was bigger than his own but Mr. Dooley was a full grown man. Haversham thought it was a perfect looking cock. And the size was just right, it fit perfectly in his hand and even in his mouth. It fit so well in his gob he could take it all the way down his throat. It was hard but still so fleshy. Haversham stopped stroking it and just lightly squeezed it, enjoying the angry reddishness of the man meat. He cupped Dooley’s balls and sniffed his pubes, then leaned a bit to the side and licked his ball sack. The man was moaning so loud Haversham was worried someone would hear them.

So Haversham went back to jacking Dooley’s cock and sucking on the tip, moving his head up and down, his mouth tight on the shaft, occasionally stopping to deep throat the whole thing.

Dooley was starting to lift his ass off of his chair and really respond to what Haversham was doing to him. Haversham had his left hand holding Dooley’s balls, slightly squeezing them, almost egging them on. Pulling them down gently then back up closer to his chin, when Dooley started to buck and grind and then finally grabbed Haversham’s face and forced his dick as deep as he could into the boy’s pie hole, Haversham was hooked. Haversham didn’t know it at that point but he had no gag reflex and really got off on everything about performing the act. The touch, the smell, the position of power he felt when he first started out on his knees. Even when the organ had increased in size and then how the power dynamic changed when Dooley started to reach his orgasm. He fully dominated Haversham, his face, his body and his soul as he pulled his head thrusting forward all the way to his pubes.

And then it happened, Dooley groaned loudly and started cuming. Haversham loved it as Dooley squirted blast after blast of hot cum down the back of his throat. Haversham could barely taste it since most of it went right past his tongue. What he did taste was surprisingly good. Salty sweet! He thought he finally found something he was really good at. After a bit, Mr. Dooley let go of Haversham’s face and his spent cock plopped out of his mouth.

Mr. Dooley looked down at the teenager and said, “Boy, you’re getting an “A” for awesome.”

****

Haversham had sucked off so many cocks after that he couldn’t remember them all. But he found it just wasn’t enough. Even after he got married, he realized that the one on the receiving end of the dick was really having the most fun. It was even more of a way to be fully dominated. And it was pure passion!

Quite a few years and one divorce later Haversham knew he really wanted to try getting his ass fucked. He thought that would be pure passion, to feel fully dominated when he was getting his ass pounded. He’d been waiting for a long time and had read about it so many times and seen so much gay porn, but he’d never lost his cherry.

Funny, now that it was all over, he couldn’t even remember it.

What the fuck had happened?

He sat down on his couch and thought he could use a drink. He tried to replay the events earlier of when he’d got to Franklin’s apartment.

He went over the events in his head again. He remembered Franklin opening the door with that smile on his face. Franklin was a couple inches taller than he was and sure he looked like a rough character, why wouldn’t he? He was the real deal. He introduced himself to Franklin and the first thing Franklin does is walk up to him and kiss him. There should be another word for a kiss like that. It was so rough and aggressive; the word kiss is just too light to explain it. It was just like Franklin’s profile had said, “Mild to Wild in three seconds.”

Full on, face to face French kiss, with his tongue deep in Haversham’s throat. He could feel the four day beard growth on Franklin’s face. Meanwhile his hands reached around and grabbed Haversham by the ass and squeezed both his cheeks, pulling him in really close. It was a tight squeeze too. It set the pace and said, I can’t wait to fuck your boy cunt. Haversham got hard instantly.

Yes! now this is passion. Why had he waited so long? This is what he should have done a long time ago! Rough sex is passionate sex!

Franklin reached up and grabbed Haversham’s shirt and with both hands ripped it open from the top down, the buttons flying across the room.

Haversham thought, Oh Man! This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. Haversham pulled his tank top off just as Franklin reached down and cupped his left breast sticking the nipple in his mouth.

Then Franklin pushed him back onto the sofa and undid his pants then pulled them down exposing the thong Haversham was wearing. His cock, now erect, sprung out and Franklin grabbed it and stuck it in his mouth.

Haversham couldn’t help criticizing his actions. He’d sucked a lot of cock since Mr. Dooley and knew the right way to make a man cum but Franklin was after something different.

With Franklin it was just to taste the merchandise.

When Franklin stuck his spit slobbered fingers into Haversham’s ass, he was in paradise.

Haversham knew this is why he what he’d been waiting for, to feel this kind of passion. He raised his ass up to meet the Franklin’s hand thrusts.

“You were right boy! This here is one fine ass. I’m going to make it mine,” Franklin said in raspy drawl. ”I think you’re already ready for my cock. This hole is pretty loose. You must play with it a lot.”

Franklin pushed Haversham up onto his knees and pulled his pants and thong all the way off in one fell swoop. He grabbed some lube and a rubber and put it on then lubed up his cock. Haversham’s eyes bulged as Franklin mounted him and pushed half of his hard cock up his hole moving internal organs to make way for Franklin’s angry meat. He pulled out almost all the way and pushed forcibly back into Haversham’s ass. Still only half of his cock in Haversham’s ass, Franklin kept pulling nearly all the way out and forcibly pushing back in more and more into his hole.

Haversham started to sweat and then arched his back a bit trying to get his man cunt lined up better for the brutal attack he was getting. Finally, Franklin bottomed out in Haversham’s hole. Even still, Franklin kept up the assault with long stabbing thrusts forcing his meaty cock into Haversham. Even slapping the sides of his ass cheeks turning them bright red.

Just as Haversham started to get use to the ass pounding he was getting. Franklin pulled out and ordered him onto his back. Franklin grabbed Haversham’s feet and licked them roughly then pulled his legs forward holding onto Haversham’s knees as he pushed his hardened shaft back into Haversham’s hole.

“Uh, Oh Fuck yeah” Haversham moaned.

Franklin rode Haversham hard, their bodies slapping together making squishy noises as they started to both sweat profusely.

“Oh Shit! This is one nice fuck hole boy!” Franklin groaned. “Don’t think I can last much longer, I think I’m going to cum!”

Franklin pulled his cock out of Haversham’s ass and continued to stroke it with fury. He ejaculated high into the air with most of it landing on Haversham’s belly and some even as far up onto his face.

“Uhh! Uhh!” Franklin breathed hard and soon it was all over and he sort of collapsed onto Haversham.

“Hey Franklin… ah, are you OK”? Haversham muttered.

“Yeah… No, I got ta gets my bearings boy.” Franklin said still laying on top of Haversham.

It was at that moment Franklin pushed up off Haversham and when he got off the couch Franklin slapped him in the face. It wasn’t even that hard but it stunned the shit out of out of him ‘cause after the passionate sex they just had, it came out of left field.

And then again Haversham couldn’t remember what happened next. He couldn’t even remember if he had ejaculated or not. Or what had transpired after the slap, it was like the last part of a foggy dream and he couldn’t connect it to how he had made it out to his car or even driven home.

Haversham shook his head again some of it was coming back to him. But not how the whole thing ended. So, what happened after that smack in the face? Again, Haversham kept thinking, he had told Franklin he liked it rough with no spitting in faces or anything violent.

Oh shit, yeah. He did remember something more. He couldn’t clearly remember all of it though, did Franklin slug him. Fuck, if he did, why didn’t his face hurt. It didn’t even sting after the slap. Then there was that glint of steel. A bit of it was coming back to him. Was that a knife Franklin had? If so, how come he couldn’t remember what came after that? There was just nothing else that he remembered.

Hmmm, Damn, if only he didn’t feel so out of it, he shook his head from side to side again.

Maybe if he got himself a cool drink, yeah, a drink sounds good. He remembered there was beer in his fridge.

Haversham walked thru his apartment toward the kitchen past the small bathroom and then stopped. He thought he saw something… something didn’t look quite right in the bathroom. He went back to the bathroom and when he saw it he was in shock. There, as he stood looking in the mirror he realized it.

All of it… it finally came to him… the last part of when he was in Franklin’s apartment— and he knew then what had happened.

The answer was all there in the reflection of the mirror.

All he could see was the back wall of the bathroom… because he never made it back to his place. His reflection wasn’t in the mirror because he wasn’t there, because he wasn’t really in his apartment… because he had died at Franklins’ place.

Part III: The Host

The flashback ended. It only took seconds for those memories to flicker across my mind. I was in the present. Justin is still at the patio door staring me down. He puts down his drink and starts toward me. I think he wants his second go. I look frantically for somewhere to escape. I start walking briskly toward the pool house. I look over my shoulder to see if Justin is following and…. Ummmphh. I physically run into Matt… Fucking Shit!

Matt smiles. “Look who it is! Enjoying the party? God Kevin, you look a mess.” He points at my wrinkled shirt and shorts spattered with cum stains. “What happened to you?” He giggles at this. “No matter. So glad you came. You’re making quite the impression on everyone”.

I feel a body press against my back, arms come around my chest and hug me. It’s Justin, he’s caught up.

“Justin!”, says Matt. “I see you’ve met Kevin”

“Yes, we’ve grown to know each other quite well tonight,” he says in a sly voice.

“He seems to be quite popular.” Matt added. “Hey, would you both like a tour of the pool house?”

“That would be great,” Justin replied. “Kev and I would love it. Wouldn’t we Kev?” Justin gives me a peck on my cheek.

“I’d be glad to. You know it doubles as a guest house. I tried to make it very cozy. Maybe we can just chill out there for a bit…together” Matt winks.

I try to decline. I tell them I am tired and it is time for me to leave. I am over it and I’m petrifed at the thought of being fucked by Matt again… and Justin. I can’t take it. Literally. I want to die.

As they pull me towards the poolhouse, I begin to wonder if this nightmare is actually my fault.

Matt is an old friend of Jon’s, (my kinda, sort of boyfriend). We’ve all hung out together occasionally over the past 3 years or so that I’ve known Jon.

I’ve learned that Matt is a bit of a flirt… with everyone. It isn’t uncommon for him to be a bit “friendly” at times with guys, especially younger guys. I’ve grown accustomed to his shoulder carcasses, butt slaps, innuendos. As time went on I realize that things may have escalated somewhat.. There have been times where a hand may have slipped inside the back of my pants. He might have grabbed his crotch in front of me and winked. You get the drift. It was all done in fun. Naturally, I flirted back. I may have occasionally brushed up against his crotch, or tweaked his nipple at the beach. There may have been a time that the head of my dick popped out of my shorts in front of Matt. I might have stroked it a bit as I returned it to its rightful place. Maybe I moaned a little when his hand accidentally slid further down my crack to my hole. Innocent stuff like that. Surprisingly Jon didn’t seem to notice, though we didn’t tend to flirt in front of him. I was just mirroring Matt and it was all in fun. Nothing was meant by any of it.

I hadn’t really talked much with Matt earlier tonight, except to say Hi and remark to him that his new patio was amazing. We threw each other a couple of winks and smiles a few times. All normal stuff for us.

It started in the upstairs bathroom. Matt walked in on me while I was relieving myself. He had had a few. I could smell the alcohol on him as soon as he walked in. He giggled and made some disparaging remarks about my dick. I finished, zipped up, and ignored his rude comments. I moved to the sink and began to wash up. He moved over and pressed his body up against me. Matt’s hands moved up and down my chest and he kissed me on the neck. His hands found their way to my ass and squeezed hard. I broke away from his embrace and gently reminded him that I was taken..sort of. “There’s this dude named Jon downstairs.. remember,” I laughed. “He has dibs on me.” Matt continued to flirt. His tone changed a bit and he confessed that he was jealous of Jon. I laughed it off and told him it was just the alcohol talking.

“But you’re not really boyfriends, right? Just friends…with…benefits”

Jon and I were and weren’t. I pointed out that our arrangement came with parameters.

“But you like me too, don’t you? I’ve caught you looking at me in that way of yours. Don’t pretend you haven’t toyed with me a bit in the past.” He brought his lips to my ear and whispered: “I know what Jon’s like in bed. I’m so very different.”

Jon had mentioned to me in the past that he and Matt had been on and off together for a while during college. It didn’t go anywhere Jon said, because Matt liked it rough and dirty, while Jon liked more cuddly sex. They were too different sexually, so they just stayed friends.

Matt was getting in my space now, and I was being backed into the corner of the bathroom. He grabbed my hand and pushed it against his crotch. His voice got more serious. “I’m bigger than Jon you know. I know he’s the only one who’s ever fucked you. Ever wonder what another man’s cock would feel like up there? Gotta love Jon, but he’s a bit below average down there. I could show you how different it can be?

The biggest mistake I made was not immediately disagreeing with him. I just froze, not sure quite what to do. He pressed his body harder against me and grabbed me around the hips. I was getting a little scared now. I tried to break free of him, but Matt moved more quickly and locked the door. My heart began to race and anxiety washed over me. I reminded him.. once again..that Jon was downstairs and I was likely being missed. Matt disagreed and implied he knew something I didn’t.

He pulled me tighter against him. I struggled a little, but he was much stronger than me. Matt works out. I don’t. “It’s fine Kev, no worries, our secret.” Matt nuzzled my neck with his lips and started to feel me up.

I replied “No” again, a bit more forcefully.

His voice changed, got a bit harsher. “You’re just a little cock tease, aren’t you Kev? Get a guy worked up and leave him with full balls. You get off on it don’t you? …That’s not gonna work tonight my friend. This is MY party. You’re a guest in MY house and you need to show me some gratitude.”

Matt unlocked the bathroom door and scouted the hallway. With no one in sight he clapped his hand over my mouth and forced me down the hallway and into a spare bedroom. He pushed me hard and I stumbled across the room and onto the floor. I was stunned. I started to yell, but received a sharp slap across my face. “Shut the fuck up.” His voice was nasty.

I stood up and started for the door, but he stuck out his foot and I tripped. Matt stripped off his belt. He folded it in half and snapped it at me. The first blow hit me in the shoulder. He placed his foot between my shoulder blades and whipped my butt four or five times. It hurt and he meant it to. I cried out again. I looked into his face, he gave me a stern look. “This is happening Kev. You can fight it if you want, it doesn’t matter to me. Actually it makes it more fun. And don’t try to bs me that you don’t want this. I know otherwise.”

Matt went to the bedside table and pulled some items out of the drawer. I could only identify one. It looked like a bag of cable ties. He threw the items on the bed and told me to take off my shirt. At this point I thought my best move was to not make any more waves. I pulled off my shirt and let it drop to the floor next to me. He pulled out a zip tie and ordered me to cross my hands together behind my back. My wrists were quickly zipped together, though not quite as tight as he could have. Matt took me by my upper arm and directed me to sit on the bench by the foot of the bed. “Don’t Move!” Kneeling in front of me, he untied the laces of my sneakers, then retied them together so that I wouldn’t be able to walk.

Gruffly grasping my arm, Matt guided me to my knees. He stepped back about ten feet and unbuttoned his pants. I heard the soft metallic titter as he slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall down around his calves. A significant bulge protruded from his blue briefs. He inserted his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down as well. I got my first look at a naked Matt, at least the essential parts of him.

It was obvious that he did a little manscaping. His pubs were trimmed to about ½” and cut in the shape of a trapezoid. His balls were shaved, smooth and bigger than I had ever seen. HIs uncut cock hung there. Even soft, it was bigger… girthier than I had imagined. Definitely bigger than Jon’s.

“Bring that pretty little mouth over here,” he barked at me.

It was difficult to obey with my sneakers tied together and my wrists zipped as well. I shuffled forward on my knees as best as I could. I struggled to maintain my balance and so my progress was slow. Matt watched with amusement.

When I finally reached him and was eye to eye with his cock, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. He wetted a finger with his spit and traced it around my lips, then forced it into my mouth. Another finger quickly joined it and they explored. “Mmmmmm” was what I heard.

Removing his fingers, he grabbed his meat and shook it, then slapped it a few times against my cheek. “Can’t fuck you with a soft cock Kev. I need you to fix that. Open wide and let’s rectify the situation.” He took several steps backward, forcing me to greatly lean forward to take his manhood in my mouth. Just as my lips were about to reach the tip of it, he took another giant step back, and I fell forward. My forehead hit the hardwood floor with a giant thud. He guffawed. “Clumsy fuck aren’t you? Get up!” I squirmed and writhed on the floor trying to leverage myself back up to my knees. He watched me struggle for several minutes with apparent delight before helping me back up. But then, just as I was reclaiming my balance on my knees, he gave a slight push. I went reeling backwards and to the side, my head crashing onto the floor again. My head throbbed in pain. He made a tsk tsk sound. “You’re a real spaz aren’t you. How do you manage to get around in life. I mean for real.”

He lifted me back onto my knees. “See that you stay upright this time”. Matt slapped me hard against my cheek and when my mouth reflexively opened. He jammed his dick inside. “Suck it retard! Better make a good effort.”

Still dazed, I did the best I could. I wrapped my lips around it. It’s difficult to do a good job when your hands are tied behind you. I did my best. I tried to move my body so that I could work the entire shaft. I wrapped my tongue around the tip, slobbering profusely in the process. His member swelled in response. I tried hard to take it all in. I wasn’t used to taking something that large in my mouth, especially as bound up as I was.

Matt grew impatient with me and took control. He snarked that my cock sucking was grossly substandard and said he pitied Jon if this is how I gave blow jobs. He grabbed me not by my head, but by my hair, as he jerked my head up and down his cock. I winced with each yank, convinced he was going to pull out tufts of my hair. He crammed it in… as far as he could, jostling my head around to make my throat accept every last millimeter. His pelvis pressed hard into my face, cutting off my air supply completely. My senses competed with each other.. eyes watering, nose tickled from his pubs against my nose, the smell of the musk of his groin, his balls pressed up against my chin. I couldn’t help but gagg from his thickness. Saliva welled up in my mouth. My mouth was so full, I couldn’t cry out. My head held in a vice-like grip. I tried to squirm. He was fully engorged now. I wanted that cock out of my mouth. I needed to breathe.

My efforts to free myself didn’t seem to register with him, worse I think it excited him more. My vision got blurry and I started to go limp before he yanked my pushed my mouth off him. I barely got in two gulps of air before he started right back up, plunging his girthy shaft in and out. I was commanded to clamp my lips down harder on his dick, to really work it… make a better effort,… but no teeth.

His breathing increased and his body began to tense up. His vocalizations changed. I braced myself for the flood of cum that I knew was about to hurtle down my throat, but at the last minute he abruptly pushed me off. I tumbled backward again and I watched him grab his dick in an effort to forestall his orgasm. He succeeded.

As my head cracked against the floor I had an epiphany. I used the heel of my right foot against the heel of the left sneaker to push the sneaker off. Then I used the freed foot to force off the other sneaker. No longer hobbled, I rolled over and got back up on my knees. Using my leg muscles, I heaved myself up and ran toward the bedroom door.

Matt saw my mad dash toward the door and attempted to cut me off, but he was stymied by his pants and briefs which were still straddling one of his ankles. The taste of freedom was in my mouth. I was going to get out of this room and this house. My hands still tied, I fumbled for the door knob. Matt had recovered by now and reached the door just before I could get a firm grip on the doorknob. My escape was thwarted and my fate was sealed. He dragged me over and threw me facedown on the bed. I expected to hear anger from him, instead he sounded excited. He told me that I was making this more fun than he ever imagined… because now I would have to be punished.

He picked up my sneakers off the floor and moved to whack me with them. I tensed up in anticipation of the blows. I was hit everywhere. Luckily the few strikes that he was able to land weren’t too bad. This was due to the fact that they were sneakers and tied together. Matt was unable to build up the momentum that he needed to hit me with any real force. He dropped them to the floor and looked around. His gaze fell on his belt. “Yes” he said as he went over and scooped it up. The first hit landed squarely on my bare back and I jerked up. These were followed by a few on my thighs and butt. I tried not to cry out and give him satisfaction.

“Kevin, dude, you weren’t trying to leave were you? We weren’t even close to the part where I fuck you. After all that’s what you’ve been wanting all this time. I know you need it bad. Why would you try to leave before we got to the good part? Where were you going?”

My silence was met with another crack of the belt. It landed squarely on my ass hard, and I yelled out.

“Not a rhetorical question fucktard. Where were you going.” His voice was harsh and authoritative.

“Don’t know,” I replied in a meek voice.

I heard the whoosh of the belt moving through the air before it met my ass, I got hit twice. I grunted.

“Try again. Were you.. I dunno thirsty? Were you going to get a glass of water?” I felt his spit splatter on me as he shouted this out.

I wimped out. “Yes, that was it. I was thirsty”, I stammered out.

I felt the bite of the belt several more times.

“No, I think the truth is that you’re afraid of my big horse cock. You were barely able to take it down your throat, and you’re afraid you can’t handle that motherfucker in your ass. Good to be afraid boy, cause I am gonna wreck it, and you’re gonna like it.”

“I’m not Jon,” he continued. “This isn’t going to be all nice and sweet. This is going to be a rough ride partner.” He bent down and whispered in my ear, “But that’s what you’ve been secretly wanting isn’t it? A bit of the nasty. Real man-sex. Not what that tiny dicked Jon is giving you. That’s why you’ve been coming on to me.” He dropped the belt onto the bed.

“Enough already. I think it’s time to start the real show, don’t you?” Matt grabbed my legs and pulled them over the side of the bed. Reaching under me, he undid my shorts and pried them off. I hear him laugh. “Ducks. What the fuck. Who wears underwear with ducks?” He laughed again, “You’ll be walking like a duck when I’m through with you.” With that he stripped off my boxers.

He whistled. “Oh my God boy. That is one nice ass. So smooth… juicy.” He slapped my ass and pried apart my cheeks. “That’s a hole to die for, boy. Nice and pink… it looks tight Kev.” He rubbed his finger around it. “ I’m getting real hard thinking about introducing my cock to that tight hole.

The door to the bedroom opened. “Hey what’s the commotion?”

I turned my head and saw it was Bryan, a good friend of Matt’s. A rather stocky guy. mid 30’s, like Matt. Dark hair, clean shaven, brown eyes, deep voice. I had met him a number of times before, but didn’t know him well.

“Is that Jon’s boy you got there!?” There was amazement in his voice. “Well that’s a prize you’ve been wanting for some time. Jon ok with this?”

Matt proceeded to tell him lies. That I’d come on to him downstairs. Licking my lips whenever he looked at me, making obscene gestures. He said I lured him up to the bathroom where I pulled down my pants, bent over and showed him my hole.

“And you know what he said to me?” Matt smirked. “Tell Bryan what you said to me in the bathroom Kev.”

“ No, it wasn’t anything like that.” I protested.

“He’s just embarrassed ‘cause you caught me and him all naked about to do the nasty. Tell Bryan what you said.”

“ I dunno, nothing,” I sputtered.

Matt slapped me hard. “Trashboy told me he wanted my cock real bad. Needed it actually. Told me he wanted me to fuck his brains out. Then he reached over and gave my box a big squeeze. Didn’t ya, ya little bitch?

“Oh yeah?” Bryan said. “Kevin there? Little bashful, quiet Kev said that to you?

“Yup”

“Damn. So Jon’s boy here is a closet slut,” Bryan continued. “All twinks are sluts at heart. His ass is kinda red. Did he give you trouble?”

“Once he got a good look at my equipment, he began to have second thoughts. I convinced him to stay though.” Matt picked the belt up off the bed and slapped it lightly in his hand to illustrate his method of persuasion. “Hey you want to stay? Shitboy’s mouth is incredible and I’m about to tap that ass… What do you say boy? I’ve seen Bryan here slam ass real good. Want a double dick-down?”

I began to shake, I couldn’t find my voice.

“You’re being rude. Didn’t your parents teach you respect? I’m giving you the opportunity to have two dicks shoved up your ass. Variety. A competition to see which dick makes you see the most stars and gives you the most pleasure.

I was still speechless. Matt raised the belt, poised to give me another smack. Bryan stopped him. He said he had a more compelling method of eliciting a response. Bryan strolled over to the closet and withdrew a metal hangar. I started to reply but was too late. The hangar sliced through the air and cracked hard against my ass. “FUCK!” I cried out.

“See there, he found his voice.” Bryan continued whacking my ass and thigh hard after each word. “Do..you..want..my..cock..too?”

“Yes,” I screamed. “Anything you want. Just stop.”

“Thank-you, it’d be my pleasure,” Bryan said gleefully. “I’d be happy to fulfill your request.”

Matt paused and said that they needed to do one thing before they started. They had to do this right and proper. He fluffed up the pillows at the head of the bed and had all three of us sit up against them, with me in the middle.

He pulled out his phone. He said that he needed to make a vid. He had us put our arms around each other like we were buddies.He instructed me as to what he wanted me to say. “ … And look happy when you say it.”

He held the phone out in front of us and began to record.

“Matt here… As you can see I’m with my good friends…..”

“Bryan,” said Bryan

“and”

there was a pause and he elbowed me hard. “Kevin,” I said quickly.

“Now we’re all together because Kev here wants some new experiences. He’s only ever had the experience of one guy’s dick inside him. Isn’t that right Kev?”

Fingers dug into my shoulder. “Yes, that’s right,” I said quietly.

“Jon isn’t it? Remind us what you said. How you convinced us to help you out.”

Tears started to run down my cheeks. Matt stopped recording and snapped at me to buckle up and smile. Sound excited and be convincing. He waited a few minutes and started recording again.

Bryan started, “Yeah tell us again how it is.”

I inhaled, looked straight into the phone and tried to smile. “Like I told you, Jon doesn’t really satisfy me anymore. I’m sick of his puny dick. I can barely tell when he’s fucking me. I’ve heard Matt has a massive cock and knows how to fuck real good. I want to feel what it’s like to have a real man’s cock inside me.” I was dying inside when I said that. Hoping Jon would never see this vid.

“And we’re happy to oblige him, aren’t we?”

“Sure are,” piped in Bryan.

“We’re all consenting adults about to have a have some goddamn good fun”

“Yup” said Bryan

“Yeah” I agreed.

Matt told me to lay down on my stomach. He gave the phone to Bryan and told him to get it all. “Make sure you get his face when I impale him.” Then to me he said: “Impales the right word boy. You want to fucked by real men? Well real men fuck hard. Real men aren’t all nicey, nicey. It’s gonna hurt bad at first. You’re gonna feel me go in and root all around.” Then in a harsh whisper: “But that’s what little whores like you really desire deep down.” He laughed at his pun. “Yeah DEEP down inside you.”

He picked up the lube, spread my ass cheeks apart, and gave a few pumps. His fingers roughly spread it around and inside my hole. I was thankful that he took some time to work it in.. One finger, …more lube, then two, …more lube, then three. I was ordered to get up on all fours. His rod was hard as granite as he oiled it up in front of me. Preparation. He smacked my ass hard and declared it ripe and primed.

I braced myself as Matt’s hands gripped my hips and plunged straight in. I screamed. Really I screamed. It echoed in the room and I’m sure it reverberated through the house. I know I saw real stars. The pain was so intense. “Pussy,” Matt snorted. “I’m not even a quarter of the way in. Did you get his face Bryan?”

“Sure did! It was spectacular.”

He withdrew and I almost caught my breath before he penetrated me again. My arms collapsed and I buried my head in the bed. Tears welled up. I started crying softly. “Third of the way, boy. Shit that hole is feeling real good to me, and so tight. I have my work cut out for me… Keep that ass up you little shit.” I reached out for one of the pillows and drew it to me. My ass felt on fire. It had never been stretched so wide. He said it was only a third in but it felt like it was so far in that it was in my throat.

Matt pulled out and lubed everything up more. Another forceful thrust. I just sobbed and he was eating it up. “I can tell you’re just loving this, BOY. “

“Half way. you think I’m halfway Bryan?”

“Nope boss. not quite.”

“ Yeah definitely going to take some effort to open him up the whole way”

Matt pulled out and gave another thrust. “We’re getting there. He’s opening up for me. It’s so nice and warm in there Bryan. You’re going to go nuts when it’s your turn.” He slapped my butt. “Help me out here, twinky. Why am I doing all the fucking work? This is all for you. For you! New experiences and all. Open up that ass wider for me. I need to get in all the way. Back up on it. Give it a squeeze”.

I tried. Between my full out sobs. I tried to do what he asked.

A final jab as he firmly gripped my ass and pushed hard. He shook my ass side to side and he wiggled his cock deeper inside. “Shit…I am full on in,” he announced to the room.

It felt it too. I felt his dick pushing against the far wall of my colon. “How’s it feel little buddy. Is it all you dreamed of?”

I didn’t respond. I was still blubbering. “What’s that? You want more…harder? See Bryan… he’s definitely a whore.”

He pushed my back and ass down into the bed and proceeded to put his whole weight on me and began to grind away. He did pushups.. pulling out and as he entered me, he released his arms, falling on top of me. I grunted and umphed as the air was repeatedly knocked out of me.

“Roll over on your back, shithead!”

I rolled over. Matt emitted a gasp and a hearty laugh. “Bryan do you see this? Do you see this? My boy’s hard. Rock hard. He’s really loving this. Kev. Buddy, you really are a tramp. Moan for me little guy. Let me hear those moans of pleasure. Bryan, his dick is leaking like a sieve. I going make the little dude spurt.”

I got red in the face. I was embarrassed. It hurt so very bad, but he was hitting all the right spots and it was enthralling. Matt began to rapid-fire fuck me, while stroking my cock. I did moan. Loudly I think. I begged him not to stop. His hard thrusts started to move my body up the bed. It didn’t take long. I think I said “Shhhiiittt,” and I blew my load. Arcs of cum went everywhere. Bryan remarked he thought one spurt went 2 feet in the air.

This really turned Matt on and it wasn’t long before he juiced my ass. I felt it too. 6 or 7 forceful spurts. He spent a few minutes continuing to grind in me before pulling out and sticking it in my mouth to clean.

He gave me a whimsical look “You really are a nice piece of trash. I told you that you’d liked it. A real man’s dick. A real fuck. How does it compare with Jon’s?”

I told him what he wanted to hear. I told him that Jon’s dick definitelly wouldn’t satisfy me anymore. I told him that I’d probably be thinking of him everytime Jon fucked me from now on.

Matt liked that. He turned to Bryan and told him to give him the phone. It was Bryan’s turn now. “You up for it slutboy?”

Now that it was over, the throbbing pain in my ass returned, and I became aware of all of the aches in my body again. No. I didn’t want Bryan in me.. I felt ashamed of myself, and scared Jon would find out, but I knew it was a rhetorical question. I nodded my head a little. Bryan climbed on the bed and mounted me. He wasn’t any more kind, maybe worse. Having cum already, it seemed to hurt more. He was a choker, and he liked to do it every way imaginable. And he was imaginative, but not as rough as Matt. I didn’t emit any moans this time. I was sniveling when he finished using me.

I was glad it was all over… but in fact it wasn’t. My cries had elicited curiosity within the house. There were others in the room when Bryan emptied his balls in me. Their tongues hanging out. I could see their lust for me… and Matt told them to go ahead and use me however they liked. I was nothing but a party favor, compliments of him. Matt said to let him know if I gave them any grief. He’d make sure I stayed compliant.