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Terry knew something was up. He wasn’t certain what, but he kept repeating the safe word ‘haggard’ over and over in his mind. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but the hairs on the back of his neck were already standing up, and as of yet, nothing had even happened. Lloyd had seemed normal, for him, as he had helped Terry into the sling.

First he had secured his wrists, as they went over what was allowed, and what wasn’t. Everything seemed normal, as Lloyd put his ankles into the restraints, except there was that little smile, the glint of deviousness that had first attracted Terry to the man, over a year ago now. Funny, he realized that in fact, tonight was their first year anniversary of being lovers. He felt a bit more apprehensive when Lloyd had suddenly put a blindfold over his face, and wishing him a happy anniversary.

He really hadn’t realized that tonight was one year to the day when they had first decided to become sexual with each other. It had been pretty tame sex too, considering what they were doing these days. Still, he should have remembered, but the fact that he couldn’t see anything had sort of give him the shakes. Even the routine slap on his upraised ass cheeks as the sling took his weight and let him swing freely in the air felt slightly different tonight.

His legs were spread wide, as were his arms. That was normal, but still he couldn’t get rid of the idea that something different was happening, beyond just being blindfolded. Once more he repeated the safe word, something he rarely even though about. He trusted Lloyd totally, and so far his trust hadn’t been misplaced. Sure the sex had gotten intense, but then, that was exactly what he had hoped for when hooking up with the older man. He wanted to be dominated, to be fully satisfied at the end of the night. Something Lloyd was good at doing.

Swinging there, he felt his body slowly become accustomed to the position. His head was tilted down, as he still felt the tingling of his nerves. Something was up, he could feel it as he waiting, the silence deafening to him. He wanted to cry out, to see if Lloyd was there, but he bit his lip instead. Terry knew that Lloyd was there, watching and waiting for the right moment to begin. Still he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that was taking hold. Everything had seemed normal, and yet not. No single thing stuck out as he had felt his body raised into the prone position, until Lloyd suddenly had stood in front of him, still dressed in his black t-shirt, and jeans.

The smile on his face as he brought out the blindfold was different. It gave Terry a bit of a chill, as Lloyd didn’t say a word. Still, with that evil grin on his bearded face, he tied the thick dark cloth over Terry’s eyes. He made sure that it was tight and as the darkness had descended over Terry, he felt his body grow tense. The hairs on his body were standing up in anticipation as this was a new element to their sex. One he still wasn’t sure he liked. The safe word continued to beat into his head as he heard Lloyd move away, not even touching him.

The silence was becoming unreal as he struggled a little, making a creaking sound. It was one he was well used to hearing, but that was usually while Lloyd was administering some pleasure to him, which still had yet to begin. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, as he just hung there, his legs spread wide, as was his arms. He couldn’t see anything, and he tried to decipher the different noises that seemed louder to him, than normal. He tried to place them, as he felt the nervousness taking hold.

Suddenly he felt the burning heat of something dripping onto his semi hard cock. He cried out in surprise as the heat began to cool where it first hit him, and yet continued to flow across his groin. His cock was suddenly fully erect, as he felt more of the hot liquid dripping onto the very tip of his cock. He bit his lips as he realized that hot wax was coating his cock. It was not something Lloyd usually did to him, but as the hot liquid continued to drop on his crotch, he felt himself squirming, as if to move out of the way of the hot drops. It only made them fall across his groin, as well as onto the skin of his inner thighs. He moaned as the drops splattered all over his groin, burning and yet not.

Just as suddenly as it started, it ended. He felt himself suddenly breath out, releasing his pent up fear a little. That seemed to suddenly signal his partner, as he felt two hard fingers force their way into his ass. He cried out at the hard deep thrusts of the fingers, never feeling such pain before. It was different, harder and seemed even longer as they twisted deep inside his ass. He felt the sling moving to the hard penetrating thrusts, adding to the twisting inside. Biting his lip, he began to repeat over and over in his mind the safe word, ‘haggard’.

When he felt he was about to shout the word out, the hard fingering of his hole ended. He could hear himself panting as the swinging motion slowly lessened. Christ, he thought, what was next as he still couldn’t see anything, despite the blindfold being drenched in his own sweat. His body ached, but he could feel the excitement in his loins as suddenly his head was gripped by two strong hands. He could smell himself on the fingers that were placed on one side.

It was different, he knew that as he felt his head tilted back and suddenly the feel of a hard cock was pushed across his entire face. He could smell the aroma, that special crotch scent that always got him excited, except for now. He felt fear as he realized, it wasn’t Lloyd’s cock that was being wiped across his face. It was longer, thicker even as he tried to peer out from under the blindfold. What was Lloyd up to? The safe word nearing the tip of his tongue.

Before he could think further, he was struggling to not choke. The huge cock was suddenly being shoved down his throat. He gagged as he felt it slip past his mouth, his head being held down to take it. He could feel it slide in, slowly filling his entire mouth with its girth, along with a strange scent that began to fill his nostrils. He gagged several times, but finally managed to take the huge cock deep into his throat. His body was tense, and just as he felt the prickly press of tiny curled hairs against his mouth, his ass was screaming in agony.

It was like something huge was ripping into his hole, while at the same time his mouth was being fucked by a strange cock. He felt the sling moving as he was getting it from both ends, and all he could hear was the grunts as his cock took the huge tool inside, protesting as each inch was pounded into him. He felt the panic, as he struggled to try and remember the safe word, to shout it out despite the huge thick cock inside.

Whoever was fucking his mouth suddenly stepped in closer, released his hold on his head, and began to tweak and twist at his nipples. He cried out, muffled by the hard cock in his mouth. The pain was mingling with that from his ass, and from his jaw. He was being fucked on both ends with brute force. There was no gentle easing in and out that he was used to from Lloyd, and yet despite the pain, it was beginning to feel pleasurable. His body continued to shake as it took the double pounding. The pain in his chest from the hard squeezing of his nipple only adding to the waves of pain and pleasure that was rolling through his body.

Suddenly the huge cock in his mouth was removed, as he gasped for air. His body continued to rock to the deep thrusts into his rectum, and before he could gather his wits, he had one huge ball stuffed into his mouth. He began to suck on it, out of instinct, knowing it wasn’t Lloyd’s ball either. Still it was rather exciting, despite the rising fear inside.

No words had been spoken yet, which made him sweat even more. He needed to hear Lloyd’s voice, to know it was okay, as he continued to suck on the ball. First one, then a different one were stuffed into his mouth. His cheeks felt swollen by the huge leathery sac that filled one side. The smell was different, as he tried to figure out who it was, if it was one of the few friends he had met with Lloyd, but he couldn’t concentrate.

His ass suddenly felt totally empty as the hard pounding ended. But before he could even feel relieve at that, he felt the probing begin again, and he knew this was no cock trying to work its way into his ass. The growing thickness of the probing made him realize that he was about to get fisted, but by whom? It too didn’t feel like it was Lloyds hand, as it was too thick. The grease was finding its way deeper inside his ass, as the fingers pushed inwards, twisting and turning that made him cry out in pain.

The balls were suddenly removed from his mouth, and he felt himself taking huge gulps of air, as he felt the man above him rub his chest, tweak his sore nipples. Then he cried out as something hot and burning touched his nipples. It was only for a mere second, but the surprise doubled the pain of whatever it was. His mind was in disbelief as he cried out when the second nipple felt the same burning sensation, that lasted just a split instant longer. He tried to twist away, which made the hard thrusting in his rectum hurt even more. His body was being assaulted and he felt the panic tear at his heart. His eyes were desperate to see who was doing this to him. He cried out for Lloyd but got no response.

His mind was in full panic, unable to remember that one word that would suddenly end it all, would let him stop the pain that came rolling up and down his body. He felt himself groan, desperately pleading for the man shoving his fist into him to stop. He cried, feeling the tears being soaked up by the cloth that denied him his vision. His body jerked as the fist worked deeply into his body, the muscle shrieking in protest. His mouth begging more and more for it to stop.

A hand suddenly gripped his penis. He felt it squeeze it, tightly until he winced in pain. Then the coating of wax was being ripped off, making him cry out again. With the coating of wax off, he felt the sudden warmth of a mouth covering his cock. He felt the tongue lick at his head, that made him quiver. The pain in his ass adding to the sudden pleasure. His body continued to jerk and shake as he felt his cock being expertly sucked on. His balls were aching, and just as he began to feel them sling upwards, it all stopped.

The mouth was no longer enveloping his pulsing cock. The fist was suddenly out of his ass, no longer stretching him. The room was silent, except for the creaking noise as his body slowly began to stop its swinging. He could hear himself panting, the fear still there but slowly subsiding. He smelled the fragrance of burning incense, as he called out for Lloyd, begging him to answer.

Instead he suddenly felt a burning sensation slowly move up and down the underside of his erect cock. He cried out, as it moved down over his shaking balls, and then up along the inside of his butt cheeks. It hurt and yet as it continued to move up his cheeks, he felt himself growing accustomed to the warmth. The pain wasn’t harsh, but became rather tingling as he felt his cheeks pushed apart by a pair of rough hands. The burning continued to move up and circled his open hole.

Terry cried out, as suddenly the hot burning sensation was shoved deep inside of his rectum. He shook and struggled as the pain rolled up his body. Then as it subsided, he felt his ass being probed by a finger. Then it became two fingers that moved around his hole, and they were slowly inserted inside of his quivering hole. They moved in slowly, and then out.

He was crying, still unable to remember that word, that one word that would end this pain. His body shook with his sobs, but it didn’t stop the slow in and out motion of the two fingers into his butt. Then as he felt the fingers pull out, he felt the press of a cock head against his cheeks. It was a familiar feeling, the first so far this night, and he stopped his sobbing.

He sighed, and grunted, as the familiar cock slowly entered his body. His muscles easily let the cock in, and he felt his muscles surrounding the thick shaft as it pushed in, slowly. Very slowly it made its way inside, and his body didn’t resist. He was totally relaxed, as he took the cock that he knew was Lloyd’s.

As he felt the growing press of Lloyd’s groin press up into his upraised buttocks, he cried out. Another sharp burning pain exploded on his nipples. Two hot jabs made him cry out, and as he did, the slow motion inside his ass changed. He felt the cock beginning to thrust hard and fast into his hole. It was pounding him as more of the hot burning wax was being dripped down across his heaving chest. He could feel each splatter as he could also feel each penetrating thrust inside.

He cried out again and again, as the wax found new untouched flesh to coat and burn. The grunts he heard suddenly changed. They were louder, angrier as the hot cock began to race in and out. His body swung hard in the sling, the wax dripping where ever his body was. It followed him it seemed as the hard cock inside stretched him and twisted inside. He felt and heard the hard slap of flesh on flesh as the cock dove deeper with each thrust. His own cock was once more feeling the hot sting of wax and he didn’t care. His balls were aching too much as the cock in his ass was being rocketed in and out.

The cry of release was familiar. It was Lloyd’s voice crying out, as he felt the cock inside of him jerking and shaking. His own cock was threatening to explode as well as he felt now the cock being pulled out. The sound of a condom being ripped off echoed in his ears as he felt the first splash of his friend’s cum strike his balls. It was hot and sticky as more of the milk came spurting out over his own throbbing cock and groin. He felt himself crying out too, as more of Lloyd’s cum splattered across his body. Then he felt the hot tip of the cock being pushed along his butt. The head pushing along just where his groin met the crack of his cheeks.

Before he could say anything, he felt a mouth close over his own throbbing pole. He felt the lips grip his own burning flesh and move up and down. The ache inside grew quickly and Terry felt the blood leaving his limbs as it rushed to the aching cock. He heard himself cry out now, as his body finally reached its climax.

He couldn’t hold onto it any longer. His balls were slung upwards, and the hot milk inside exploded outwards, deep down into the throat of whoever was sucking on his cock. He didn’t care as he bucked in the sling, letting his cock push upwards, as it released his load of cum.

As he fell backwards, letting the sling take his entire weight, he could hear the panting. The heaving of his own chest made him sway a little, as he listened to his own panting mingling with that of someone else. He didn’t know if it was Lloyd or the other person, as he lay there, wondering what would happen next.

Terry felt the blindfold being undone, and as it slid off his face, he blinked several times. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself staring up at the peering face of Lloyd. He saw him smiling down at him, and he began to smile back, when it dawned on him. Lloyd was still fully clothed. His eyes widened as Lloyd wished him a happy anniversary, and stood aside to let him see two naked men behind. He couldn’t make out much, except the two stiff cocks pointing at him.

His heart froze, as he heard Lloyd speak to him. Telling him, that now that the introductions were over, it was time to get down to it. As he said it, Terry saw one man begin to walk closer, and he noticed the dark color of the man’s skin. He also noticed how huge the cock was, long and thick and in his head, he heard his mind repeating the one word, ‘haggard’ over and over again as the huge black cock came closer and closer.

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I was only in for thirty days, and then not because of something I’d actually done. My buddy Phil had left drugs in my car, and the cops found them when they stopped me because I was driving a little too fast when I pulled away from a country beer hall they were staking out. I should have known better. I was only nineteen, and I shouldn’t have been in that beer hall at all, let alone drinking. But I’d just finished my first year up north at Yale, and I was on the top of the world.

Thirty days in a county lockup had been my sentence. And not a lockup in a suburban county like the one I lived in but in a county back in the hills, where life is a lot rougher than where I came from.

I stopped going to the workout room, but the inaction was making me so jumpy that I volunteered to go out on work details. This proved to be a big mistake.

On my seventh day, my first work detail came up. We were going out to a rural spot to clear brush from the side of a road running through a heavily forested and hilly area. It was with great dismay that when I jumped up into the back of the van, I saw both Bobby Joe and Maurice among those who were going out on the detail.

It was a hot day and the work was hard. We had small saws and machetes and were clearing brush and saplings back some twenty minutes from the road. There were six inmates and three guards. Maurice clearly was in charge and everyone there, including the two other guards, were afraid of him. Everyone, of course, except Bobby Joe, who seemed to be a special friend of Maurice’s. Bobby Joe was probably the best and fastest worker among us. It wasn’t long until he was so heated up that he stripped off his shirt and undershirt and was swinging away, covered with sweat that matted the thick, black hair on his chest and arms into swirls and made his undulating muscles gleam in the sunlight. The other inmates quickly followed suit in stripping down to their waists–all except for me.

‘Take off that shirt,’ Maurice called out to me in a booming voice. ‘Can’t you see it’s too hot to work in?’

I pretended that I hadn’t heard him.

‘Take off the shirt, I said,’ Maurice boomed again.

‘I’m okay the way I am,’ I answered in the most pleasant voice I could muster. ‘But thanks, anyway.’

Maurice stomped over to me, and all of the inmates stopped to watch us.

‘I said for you to take off that shirt, son, and I meant what I said.’

‘Sure thing, Sir,’ I said and I stripped my shirt and undershirt off. My eyes flicked over to Bobby Joe, and I could see a wide smile of appreciation on his face.

‘And because you didn’t do what I asked, you can go ahead and strip all your other clothes off too and work that way for a while.’

I was dumbfounded. ‘But, Sir, this is a public road.’

‘Good point,’ Maurice said with a big smile. ‘You can go on into the woods there a bit and clear brush over by the picnic area. We’ll see that no one goes in there, but not much of a chance they will. Not many want to picnic next to where a chain gang is working.’

I started to argue, but I could see that this would just get me into more trouble, so I started to move off toward the picnic area.

‘No. You can strip here,’ Maurice said. ‘The clothes will still be here when you get back.’

So, I stripped all the way down to my work boots and could see that this gave both Maurice and Bobby Joe a little thrill. I was in very good shape and was better hung than the average.

‘Okay, now go on over into the picnic area and start working,’ Maurice said. You can’t go there alone, and if a guard goes, that will leave too few guards here, so . . . Bobby Joe, you come on over there with us. The rest of you go back to what you’re doing here.’

‘Oh, God,’ I thought, as I stumbled off into the brush, trailed by Maurice and Bobby Joe. The very worst situation I could think of.

Maurice and Bobby Joe watched me work for a while, and the first thing I knew they both had their dongs out of their pants and were working them. Bobby Joe had one of those championship dicks in length and Maurice’s was regular sized but was extra thick, and his balls hung low out of his fly.

I tried to make a break for it then and run back to the road, where maybe I could get some help from the other guards. But Bobby Joe lashed out with a hand and caught me as I ran past him and slammed me up against a tree. The blow caused me to sink to my knees, my back to the tree, and Bobby Joe was standing up against me, his pelvis pushed into my face.

‘Suck me,’ Bobby Joe commanded in a husky voice.

‘Maurice,’ I called out plaintively, begging for help.

‘Maurice ain’t going to help you none, pretty college boy. Open those lips and suck my dick. And don’t do nothin’ funny while you’re about it.’

He grabbed my hair with one hand and his dick with the other and forced his tool into my mouth. I gagged as he filled my mouth cavity.

‘Ain’t done this before, have you pretty boy? Well, you’re going to get real good at it in days to come. Open wider and get your teeth out of the way and your tongue runnin’ under my dick. There, that’s good. Now let it slide in and out. There, yes, like that. Ahhh, such a sweet, soft mouth.’

I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I was having trouble not gagging. His dick was getting bigger and harder as he slowly worked it back and forth in my mouth.

‘Now, I’m going to pull out,’ Bobby Joe said, ‘and I want you to suck on the head like a lollipop and to work your tongue around it. Ahh, yes, I like that. You’re going to be a good bitch.’

His dick head was big and the pisshole was leaking precum. It tasted salty. The sweat of his groin was giving off a strong musky smell. These were entirely new sensations for me, and were not all that unpleasant. I admit that when I was being propositioned in high school, I let my imagination play with the possibilities, and I could feel my own tool coming to life under these new sensations. I also admit that being forced took much of the guilt away and was also turning me on.

‘There, that’s good,’ Bobby was saying after he’d pushed his dick back in and had pumped my mouth for a couple of more minutes. ‘Stand up.’

I did so, and he pulled away from me a bit. I was trembling there, close to him. He held my head between his hands and came in for a kiss. I struggled with him, holding my lips together hard, straining to create a solid barrier to him, my arms went between us, and I tried to elbow him away from me. He brought his chest in hard against mine and lashed out with one of his hands, backhanding me hard across the mouth. Then he brutally kissed me again, this time working his tongue into my mouth and causing me to gag as his dick had already done. My jaw came unhinged and I just let him have his way.

The next thing I knew, Maurice was next to us and was digging my arms out and swinging them up and around the tree, where he used handcuffs swung over a branch above my head on the other side of the tree to suspend my arms over my head.

Bobby Joe continued his long kiss, as his hands flew over my naked torso and explored my balls and cock, which started to engorge at his touch.

‘Whooie!’ Bobby Joe exclaimed, as he broke away from my lips and started to wander down my body with his lips. ‘You’re one fine bitch. Candy, candy. How sweet.’

My lips now free, I started to yell, trying to get help from anywhere it might come. The ever-helpful Maurice whipped a dirty handkerchief and a roll of duct tape out of his pocket and had me quickly gagged.

All I could do was tear up in frustration and make muffled sounds of objection as Bobby Joe tongued and teethed my nipples and continued working his mouth down across my belly and taking possession of my dick, which responded to his attention, and my balls. In no time, he had his strong hands under my thighs and jackknifed my legs up and off the ground and swung my ass up to his waiting lips and tongue.

I was being penetrated and wetted with his tongue, which dug ever deeper, widening and lubricating my hole.

‘Ah a really tight ass,’ Bobby Joe was saying as he dropped my legs and stood and turned toward Maurice. ‘We got ourselves a virgin, Maurice. Young meat. Yum, yum. Can I have him? Can I get firsties on a fuck?’

‘Yeah, fine,’ Maurice answered. ‘But then you gotta do me, Bobby Joe. I’m dying here. And you gotta go easy with the kid. You’ve got a real club. The damage can’t show when we get back.’

So this was how it was between the two of them.

‘Thanks, Maurice. You got a condom and some lube? He’s gotta be open a lot more if I’m goin’ get up in there.’

Maurice, the walking supply closet, produced a small tube of lubricant and a condom in a packet.

‘Now, let’s get him turned around and hangin’ on a lower branch,’ Bobby Joe said.

The two of them manhandled me while Maurice released the handcuffs and got me turned facing the tree. Then he handcuffed my arms again around the tree on a somewhat lower branch than before. Bobby Joe pulled my legs away from the tree by the hips and his lips went to my asshole again. Maurice slipped up between my legs and hunched in front of me, with his back to the base of the tree. He proceeded to take my cock in his mouth and give me head, while Bobby Joe was lubricating my ass, first with his tongue again and then with his fingers, heavily laced with lubricant. I grunted in pain as he worked first one finger, and eventually three, into my ass, probing ever deeper and opening me up. The pad of a finger found my prostate, and, under the spell of circular rubbings on that, I ejaculated down Maurice’s throat.

Then both Bobby Joe and Maurice rose and stood near me, where I could clearly watch, as Maurice opened the condom packet and rolled a condom onto Bobby Joe’s huge tool. The two of them hugged and kissed deeply and worked each other’s tools until both were fully hard again. Then Maurice stood in front of me, his eyes glued on mine, his hands wrapped around his dick, as Bobby Joe got behind me, pulled my hips back again, positioned his dick head at the entrance of my asshole, and slowly worked the head in. I was screaming in pain and shock behind my gag, and my eyes were tearing up again. Bobby Joe pushed in a couple of more inches and then his hands went to my butt cheeks, encasing them and squeezing them and pulling them apart, giving him as bigger opening. I lifted my hips as best I could and arched my back, trying myself to widen the opening, knowing that all was lost now and no fight was possible. At the same time, a little guilty thrill ran through me. All of that dick was going to be inside me. I was turning this dude on. I was being forced, raped, and none of this was my fault. I was both in control of being the object of his lust and being controlled by a hot stud. All of my ‘what if’ fantasies were being brought to life, and no one could blame me for what was happening.

I gulped for breath, pulling as much air as I could through my nose. Maurice saw that I was in distress and said that he’d pull the gag out if I promised to be quiet. I nodded my head in assent, and he ripped the gag off. My mouth now free, I couldn’t help but grunt and whimper at the four inches of dick pulsating inside me. Bobby Joe was going slow. When he sensed my canal opening to him, he pushed in another couple of inches. Six inches in now, and he went into a slow pump, two inches out and then back in two inches. After a couple of minutes of this, though, he came in another inch when he pushed back in; seven inches up my ass now. I yelped when he did this, and his hands went to my pecs. He stroked my nipples, and I began to tremble and sigh for him, not wanting to do so, but my anger at being violated was being overcome with a new sense of pleasure mixed with the pain. He took his dick in one hand and revolved it in my ass. My ass walls responded by widening to him, and he pushed in another inch. I flinched, but I was managing him now.

‘That’s so nice,’ he whispered as he brought his mouth to the side of my neck and nuzzled me there. ‘Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel yourself opening to me?’

‘Yes,’ I whimpered softly. ‘But please, please stop.’ But I grunted in vain, as he went in another inch; nine inches now. But of course I didn’t know how far he was in me. All I knew is that I felt totally stuffed and stretched, and my ass walls began to tremble under the strain. I also didn’t know how long that was for any normal person to take until he whispered it to me. ‘God, I’m almost all the way in, son. Do you know there aren’t many that can take this much of me even after a long time of trying? You’re one sweet bitch.’

I was panting and giving little yelps and grunts with the progress of the last inch he had to give. He had his chest pushed into my back now, and I could feel the wet hairs of his pelt on my shoulder blades. He was giving off a sweaty, musky scent that I found heady. When I felt his curly pubic hairs tickling my butt cheeks, I knew he was in all the way and assumed that this torture was close to the end. But the ordeal had just begun. He started to stroke me deep then, pulling the head of his cock back to where it rubbed across my prostate and then, slowly at first, and then ever quicker, stroking back into me to the hilt.

No more gentleness now, and Bobby Joe himself was no longer in control. Instinct took over, and he went into a primordial fuck, no longer being sensitive to how new I was to this. But by now, my body had adjusted to him, and the pain was tolerable. At length, I felt him tense and the bulb of the condom fill up, and he just more or less collapsed against me.

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While living on the island of Cyprus, I developed quite a taste for young Turkish men. If you could get a good-looking, well-constructed Turkish guy before he got too far into his forties, you could almost guarantee you’d have something forceful, vigorous, straightforward, and good natured to play with. You also, quite often, would have a guy with a pretty heavy pelt on him. Now, I didn’t particularly favor a hairy guy, but on a Turk, it could be quite arousing, and sometimes I just felt like rubbing my nipples against a fine chest of hair.

Cyprus is a divided island, with the southern two thirds being in Greek hands and the northern, more isolated, third in Turkish hands, with a UN-guarded ‘Green’ zone separating the two belligerent sides. I was able to go back and forth between the sides with my job and had been on the island long enough to see that both Greek and Turkish young men had their good points. I quickly found, though, that the Turks – at least the Turkish Cypriots – had fewer inhibitions against male-male activity than the Greek Cypriots did as a rule, despite the historical reputation of the Greeks, although it was never difficult to make a hook up of either. The Turkish men were just more matter of fact and lusty in their fucking and weren’t given to long drawn-out preliminaries if they saw something they were interested in.

Thus it was that the first opportunity for a weekend alone on the Turkish side, I was off and running. My wife and kids were in Athens for five days, over a weekend, and so I decided it was time for me to check up on the office on the Turkish side one Friday and just to stay over at the Turkish Cypriot seaside for the weekend.

After a brief Friday-afternoon appearance at the office in the Turkish sector of Nicosia, the capital – which the Turks called Lefkosa, I was racing my BMW convertible across the width of the island to the remote Salamis Bay Hotel. This hotel sat on a rocky beach at the edge of the ancient ruins of the Greek city of Salamis, which had been founded by the Greek troops returning from the sack of Troy and had been destroyed by an earthquake and largely reclaimed by the Mediterranean Sea in the third century BC. I had picked this destination because it was in a remote corner of the island, where it was unlikely I’d be recognized, it boasted an infamous nude tourist beach, and I had been given the address of a small gay bar near the hotel. I wanted to make the most of my free weekend on the Turkish side.

When I got to the eastern end of the island, I got off the not-so-good direct road to Salamis onto the really-not-so-good coastal road so that I could locate the bar I wanted to go to that evening. I found it by following the really bad music of a live band gearing up in the twilight hour before the sun sank below the Troodos Mountains at the other end of the island. It was a beach bar composed of beverage carts surrounded by bar stools, under grass umbrellas around an ill-kept swimming pool on a terrace that went out over the Mediterranean. The enclosure was barely sectioned off from the view of the road by a scraggly bamboo-slatted fence. I could see that guys were already arriving for the evening; it looked like a young crowd and mostly the queen type, although I saw some well-cut studs among them. I could see that the typical attire was on the minimalist side. I stopped the BMW at the side of the road near the entrance to the bar to get a better look, and one of the more studly of the youngsters, a lithe, dark- but smooth-skinned guy appearing to be nineteen or twenty whistled and came over to the car. From the way he was looking the car over, I could tell he was whistling at the machine, not at me. But he at least was polite enough to ask me, with a toothy grin and a leer, if I was coming in to the bar, and I told him I might drop back later.

The Salamis Bay Hotel, a seven-story balconied building that would have looked out of place on this desolate coast if it hadn’t itself lacked a renovation in two decades, was only about a ten-minute drive from the bar. I stopped in the lobby bar for a beer to knock away the dust of the road between Lefkosa and the coast and then went up to my seventh-floor suite. I suppose they called this a suite because I had my own bathroom, but it was fine for my purposes. I’m sure the diplomatic plates on my BMW had something to do the relative royal treatment I was getting here, although, of course, I registered under a false name. There was a carpet on the floor that didn’t look too mildewed, I may have gotten the only queen-sized bed in the hotel, and there was an expansive balcony overlooking the Salamis ruins and that would afford a spectacular view of sunrise over the Mediterranean – if I was awake at sunrise.

With a view to the attire I’d seen entering the gay beach bar, I opted for low-rise cut-offs and sandals, a money clip, a couple of condoms, and my car keys – and nothing else, including briefs. I wasn’t here to do much shopping; I was here to get laid.

The music in the bar was still bad when I got there, but it was a whole lot louder than it had been before, and there was a whole lot larger crowd too, swaying to the music, hips close together, or swimming – and, I could tell, fucking – in shadows in the central swimming pool. Cheap strobe lighting was flitting around everywhere, making the patrons frenetically multicolored and helping to mask where they had their hands. I could tell I was making quite a stir in the place, as an alluring foreign element, and a path parted between me and one of the bars under the grass umbrellas as I walked in. I asked for an Efis beer, and my American accent made the whole place my bosom buddy. Within seconds, I had the best of what I could see sniffing around me, looking for an opening. I gave the eye nod to a heavily muscled construction worker type in badly worn jeans and a black muscle T-shirt with a Harley-Davidson logo that must have set him back a week’s pay. He was handsome in an ugly ‘don’t mess with me’ sort of way, swarthy of skin, with a two-day’s growth of beard, and coarse, curly black hair trying to escape from every opening in his T. Just the change of pace I was in the mood for.

Half way through my Efis, he was sitting on a bar stool, with his legs around my hips and pulling my butt into his hard basket. He was moving my pelvis around on his crotch to the beat of the music, and I could feel that he wanted me in the worst way. Another quite acceptable candidate was trying to get my attention. He was standing close into the front of me. He had a palm of one hand over one of my nipples and took my beer bottle from me with his other hand and poked his tongue into it suggestively and gave me a lot of ‘cum hither’ eye work. He handed the bottle back to me and was moving his face into mine, probably for a sloppy kiss, when there was a deep-grunted challenge from the guy who was lapping me and a beefy arm came out and pushed the challenger away. The battle for my attention seemed to be over then.

I still hadn’t finished my beer when my host snaked his hand around and pushed it under my waistband and held me close to his pushing cock with a skin-on-skin grip on my cock and balls. Then he was unbuttoning and unzipping my cut-offs with his other hand, and I think he would have fucked me right there and then on the bar stool, if I hadn’t taken charge and removed his hands and told him that if he wanted to fuck me he’d have to come back to my hotel room. He didn’t like that idea, but I started making eye contact with the next best candidates nearby, and he said that, OK, he’d leave the bar with me.

When we got out into the parking lot, the young stud from earlier in the day was sitting on the trunk of my BMW. He looked disappointed when he saw me coming out with another guy – a guy who easily could have snapped him in two. As we were getting in the car, though, I told the young guy I was staying at the Salamis Bay Hotel, and if he wanted to take a ride in my convertible and was in front of the hotel Sunday morning, I might be able to give him one. He seemed quite satisfied with that and waved vigorously as we pulled out of the parking lot.

My ‘date’ asked me to stop the car and let him out before we got to the hotel entrance. He said he was known there and not particularly welcome and would have to come up the back stairs. I gave him my room number and left him there at the side of the road.

He arrived at my room door almost before I did. He had his hands all over me and was starting to wrestle me to the carpet as soon as I let him in the door and shut it, but I told him he would have to both shower thoroughly and use a condom if he wanted to fuck me. This didn’t set well with him, but I managed to get him into the bathroom and declined his demand that I come in with him, although I said I’d be taking a shower before we fucked too. I asked him if he’d brought a condom, and he gave me a negative, sinister look. I was to find that the Turkish men wouldn’t voluntarily use protection. This guy told me condoms were unmanly while he glowered at me. I told him he’d either have to use one or leave, and I was a little scared he’d just take me there on his own terms. He certainly could have done that, but perhaps whatever trouble he was in with the hotel combined with having to deal with an American, with unknown but highly probable clout, was keeping him in line, if only barely.

After he’d showered, he padded out into the room naked, and I saw that I had picked pretty well. His cock wasn’t overly sized, but it was quite serviceable, and his body was beautifully shaped. As a bonus the heavy pelting on him was intriguing and gave my cock a little lurch. It was going to be like being fucked by a wild bear. I was game to try that.

I took no chances and locked the bathroom door while I showered and cleaned myself out well. When I came back into the room, expecting to see him stretched out on the bed, the room was empty. Then I saw him, sitting, still naked, out on the balcony, sulking at what he had to do to get some tail. I grabbed and opened a condom packet and picked up a tube of lube and came out on the balcony. He lost his sulk when I dropped my towel and he saw what a good deal he was getting. We engaged in our first kiss, me standing over him, while I rolled the condom on his erect dick and lathered lube over his tool. Then, knowing he wasn’t going to put up with further delay, I straddled his thighs, facing him, positioned his cock at my back door, and descended on his manhood. He let out a hissing sound as I sheathed his cock, and I helped his mouth find one of my nipples.

I slid up and down on his pole for a few minutes, with him making grunting sounds that increased in intensity. I didn’t figure that he was going to allow me control for very long like this, and I was right. With a primeval, guttural sound from deep inside him, He stood, briefly losing purchase in my ass with his cock, and carried me into the bedroom, slammed me down on my belly on the bed, got one of my arms in a hammer lock behind my back, forced my legs apart with his knees, positioned his cock at the entrance of my hole with his other hand, and then dove his cock into me. I screamed and nearly arched my body off of the surface of the bed as he tunneled his way up me, pounding me and pounding me, showing me who was the boss. Half way to lift off, he released my arm from his grip, circled his hands under my pelvis, sheathed my cock in one hand and cupped my balls in the other, and fairly lifted my feet off the floor as he pumped me back and forth on his cock.

When we’d both shot off, he fell on top of me and lay there, both of us heaving, until our breathing became regularized. Then he pulled off me, put his clothes back on, gave me a big grin of thanks, and was gone. Honest and straightforward. We’d both gotten what we wanted with a minimum of fuss. I hadn’t expected him to stay the night or anything, and the intensity of the fuck had made me just as glad that he didn’t stay around to do it again. But my guess was that he really didn’t want to be caught in the hotel or inside one of its patrons and was headed back to the beach bar for his next fuck.

I was awake to catch the sunrise on my balcony after all, and a spectacular view it was.

I breakfasted in the hotel dining room, and the food wasn’t half bad. While I was eating, I noticed a well-turned waiter giving me the once over more than once, and I almost choked on my coffee when I realized he had been one of ‘next best alternatives’ in my bar hop of the previous evening. I filed his presence away as a possible chapter in my Turk weekend.

Then it was out to the nude tourist beach. Both Greek and Turkish societies are puritanical, but both are also highly entrepreneurial. There were nude beaches in both sectors of the island, but, by law, they were restricted to the foreign tourists, and the locals supposedly were limited to watching from the far-off fringes with binoculars. This being the Mediterranean, however, a local could get onto the beach just by paying off the police who were there to keep them away and also to see that there was no actual, graphic sex acts being performed on the beach. Heavy petting didn’t seem to violate this law, but maybe the police guards on duty just considered permitting that to be a fringe benefit for themselves. In another anomaly of the Greek and Turkish systems on this, woman nude tourists were just to be ogled, on pain of serious punishment, but nude men tourists were accepted as advertising their availability.

Thus it was that when I arrived at the beach and set out my towel and then stripped off my skimpy Speedo – the same size Speedo I had used for months to build up a very nice tan – what was left untanned became pretty much a billboard, and a nice enough advertisement that I was surrounded by men of several different nationalities in no time flat. This was to be a Turk weekend, though, so I waved off the Scandinavians and Israelis and concentrated on the Turkish possibilities. Several of these men looked like they would do, and I tried a few out with some hands work – theirs on me and mine on them – an activity they didn’t seem to mind sharing – and the local police didn’t mind watching. Four young men seemed to arouse me sufficiently, and when I’d brought up the condom requirement and asked if they had come prepared, I was down to two.

Rather than make choices between these two, when I couldn’t really tell much of a difference between them except that one had a slightly bigger cock than the other, I just named them Turk A (nice cock) and Turk B (nicer cock) and asked what we were to do about the no sex on the beach rule and the roving police. They both laughed, gathered up a large beach towel and me, and hustled me down to the water. We entered the water and moved around a rock formation, where there was a little cover surrounded by smooth rocks, a place that could not be seen from the beach.

Turk A stretched his towel out on one of these rocks, and the three of us loosened each other up with several minutes of mutual admiration of body parts and stroking and sucking of same, accompanied by much kissing and good-natured laughing. At length, Turk A pushed me on my back on the towel and I opened my legs wide for him and let him prepare my asshole for his onslaught. I made sure he was sheathed by rolling a condom on him myself, and then Turk B stretched out beside me and played with my nipples and cock and balls while Turk A fucked me as vigorously as my ‘date’ from the previous evening had. When both he and I had cum, I rolled a condom onto Turk B and, at his direction, waded out into the water with him. When we were standing in water nearly up to our nipples, I climbed his torso in the buoyant water, wrapping my legs around his waist and helping him to insert his nicer cock in my ass, and he fucked up into me there in the turquoise-blue, calm Mediterranean.

When we returned to the beach, I was exhausted enough from the attention from those two Turks that I pulled my Speedo back on and just lay baking in the sun, fully satisfied with how my weekend was going.

Before the afternoon was over I found out why the local police were so forgiving of sexual activity on the beach. I was still being propositioned by a bevy of young guys when a policeman came up to us. The guys scattered and I thought maybe I’d be given some grief, but the cop, another young, highly presentable Turk, simply smiled shyly at me and told me what he’d like to do and showed me that he’d even brought his own condom. I didn’t want to get in the bad graces of anyone in authority and he really was quite nice looking and polite, so I let him lead me over to a shed where the beach protectors went to get out of the sun, and he fucked me from behind up against the wall, making very pleased sounds through the whole coupling.

When I entered the hotel from my jaunt on the beach, the ‘another nice candidate’ hotel employee was waiting for me in the lobby. He hailed me as I was crossing to the elevator and asked me, in a very pointed tone, if there was anything he could do to make my stay more comfortable or memorable. I told him I was on my way to my room to take a shower and told him that if he was a masseur or knew of one, sure, I could use a little work on my muscles. While I was showering, he used his pass key and joined me under the spray. Taking my offhand remark to heart, he did a little work on the muscle between my legs there, and then brought me out to the bed, laid me on my belly, and started massaging my shoulder muscles. This only lasted for about twenty seconds before we were rolling around on the bed together and arrived in a 69 position, where we slowly sucked each other off. Then we rolled around some more, and when he’d reloaded, he straddled my hips from behind, his hands holding my arms down on the surface of the bed, and fucked me with what I was learning was typical Turk vigor and enthusiasm and with what I’m sure was the longest cock I took that weekend. He at least stayed around long enough after the main event for me to run my hands through a Turkish pelt, from chest to pubes. At my invitation, he came back and had me for dessert after I’d eaten dinner in the hotel dining room and slept half the night with me in my hotel bed, proving several times in the night that a Turk can be tender and forceful at the same time.

Sunday morning I had set aside to explore the ruins at Salamis, but when I walked out of the entrance of the hotel, there sat the grinning young Turk I had encountered two days previously at the gay beach bar entrance. He was sitting on the trunk of my car, in expectation of that ride I had promised him. So, I decided to explore him before exploring the ruins and took him for a long ride in the BMW with the top down, stopping and lingering in a little copse of trees well off the road at the edge of the Mediterranean, where I then took him into the backseat of my car and rode him to exhaustion. I had a bigger and longer dick than any I’d seen on a Turk that weekend, and he squealed with delight as I split him asunder and found out that Turks were as good at receiving as giving.

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Cal was a prude, he realized that as he rinsed his mouth. He had been with Ethan for over seven years now, and together they had become like one person. It was strange to feel so close to someone, like he did with Ethan, and yet also, feel so apart. They were like peas in a pod, and yet things seemed distant these days between them. Well more than just days, as he spat out the mouthwash, and looked at his face in the mirror.

He wasn’t ugly, had a crooked nose from a childhood fight that had left him bleeding with a broken nose. However, the eyes were still clear and there was no signs of grey yet. He was certain that any day now, he would show the signs of being ancient. After all, he was just 40, and time was moving fast. Ethan on the other hand was a short redhead, only 26 and still had lots of living to do.

They had met at work, and it had all led from there. He was the supervisor, and Ethan the gopher of the floor, now Cal was a senior level manager, and Ethan ran the floor. Strange how that had all worked out, and it made for interesting office gossip as well, but that never seemed to matter.

Ethan was wild, he liked to be adventuresome, and it had led to some conflict, but it was what made him special too. He loved his zest for life, the way he would dare him to join in the fun, and yet when it came to the bedroom, he wasn’t quite so daring. He didn’t like taking it up the ass, or doing it either as it scared him. Cal never understood that, but went along. He enjoyed the taste of cum while Ethan seemed to be repulsed by it, even though he loved sucking cock.

It had made Cal wonder if it was him, if maybe he wasn’t the type that turned Ethan on enough. They had discussed it, to no avail. The sex hadn’t changed, and in fact seemed to be less and less as time went on. Ethan swore it wasn’t Cal, or that he was becoming less attracted to him. For some reason, Cal believed him too, and thought that maybe it was simply that Ethan was still basically unused to gay sex.

He was still basically a virgin. Still the guy knew how to suck unbelievably good. Man it alone was worth the journey to the bedroom, or on the living room couch. The way Ethan would tease him with his tongue, his hands, and his lips. It was amazing, and Cal knew that he’d be just as good fucking or being fucked. Still, it scared Ethan and all Cal could do was wonder why.

Maybe it was because of the stories he had heard, or maybe it had been a bad experience in his youth, but each time he would move towards Ethan’s rear, to pamper those white cheeks with his attention, Ethan would tense up and squirm, fear very evident.

Cal was at a breaking point. To look at those very white cheeks, the way they would shake as Ethan walked made his dick stiff, his whole body would ache to delve into those perfect orbs of flesh. He really was becoming obsessed with wanting to take their sex to the next level. After all, they shared a house together, worked even in the same office, and spent a lot of time together, whether it was watching television or going out.

Shopping for example, was one of their highlights. It always got Ethan into the mood, and walking down the aisles of any store, Ethan would usually wind up cuddling and showing his affection as well. It made for some interesting stares by others, but Cal didn’t give a damn. It felt good to be loved, and he knew Ethan loved him, he just didn’t want to explore other sexual activities.

Tonight was going to be different. Tonight Ethan was going to experience sex, the way it should be, between two lovers. He had made up his mind the other day, that no more would he just back off, but he was going to force the issue the very next time they crawled into the huge King size bed together. Cal swore to himself, that if this didn’t work, then they would have to seek help, professional help. He needed sex, needed the feel of a hard pole up his ass, or at least be able to satisfy his own urges.

So, he had decided, on his own, that he would be the dominant force this time around. This time he’d satisfy his needs, and not accept Ethan’s fears or protests either. Deep down, he was certain that Ethan wanted to as well, but the fear was too consuming for him to act on those desires.

Looking at his own determination reflected in the mirror, he smiled making his face look less ominous. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he could feel the excitement in his body too. His cock was already rather stiff, and Ethan was unaware that tonight he’d be initiated into Cal’s world of gay sex. Tonight, Ethan would finally be the lover Cal desired and needed as he left the bathroom, to start the journey.

Entering the bedroom, he saw Ethan sprawled on top of the bed. His short frame still managed to somehow occupy most of the bed, which was always a pain in the winter. The guy knew how to grab the covers and hold onto them. Tonight he’d learn how to spread his legs instead of how to wrap himself up. Cal smiled as he walked closer to the bed, noticing Ethan’s eyes open a bit wider.

Unlike normal times, Cal was stark naked. His cock was pointing at Ethan, who was smiling and yet looked wary. He knew something was up, and not just Cal’s dick. He could see the love too, reflected in Ethan’s dark eyes. Gawd, how he loved the little monster. The way his red hair flowed behind him, just covering the nape of his neck, barely covering his ears.

Instead of just waiting, he reached out and dragged Ethan closer to him, and reached down to undo his pants button. The look of surprise was evident as he quickly stripped him of his pants, throwing them aside. He stood up and stared at the red colored shorts that Ethan had on. There was a small bulge and he could see the outline of his cock underneath. His eyes widened as he saw the pole starting to thicken before him. Licking his lips he kept his eyes staring at Ethan’s crotch, then he leaned over the younger man.

His arms were positioned on either side of the 130 pound young man, his head just hovering over the face. Cal smiled as he bent down and gave Ethan a small kiss on the lips. It was just a peck, and yet as his lips touched Ethan’s, he felt the spark. It wasn’t like normal as he smiled now and lifted himself back up. Ethan was taking his shirt off and with it just on one arm, Cal reached over and took it off totally, again tossing it aside. Once more he bent down, keeping Ethan underneath.

This time he kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing his lips hard into Ethan’s. He didn’t open his mouth but pressed hard. He heard the surprise and felt Ethan’s arms reaching up to hold onto him. Cal’s cock was fully erect and he struggled to not look down, to check out Ethan’s crotch. He pulled his head up a bit, told Ethan how much he loved him and then he stared down, looking down his own naked body. He saw the tent look of Ethan’s shorts and smiled, as he shuffled himself back, and quickly pulled the stretched shorts down the young man’s legs. He didn’t take them off fully, but instead let them rest around Ethan’s knees.

He lowered his head, his arms still on either side of the surprised man. His tongue flicked out at the exposed cock head that had come out from hiding. Ethan’s uncut cock was fully erect and as he let his tongue lick at the head, Cal tasted the first drops of pre cum. It made him tremble a little as he knew this was going to be just the beginning.

His mouth moved over the head, his lips tightening around the head and pushing down, pushing some of the foreskin too. He could taste it all and it was that taste that began to work on his mind. He loved the rich pungent scent that came from his lover’s groin, and he felt his head bopping up and down, as he sucked on the hard thick cock.

It wasn’t a small one either, and he could feel the ache in his ass, as he wondered what it would be like to have that thick pulsing pole buried inside his own ass. He shivered a little as he vowed to himself, that tonight he’d find out. Tonight was going to be a night of many firsts as he lifted his head up, Ethan’s cock glistening from the saliva that coated it. Cal smiled as he moved up now, keeping Ethan beneath him. This time though, he moved further up and straddled his chest with his knees.

He held Ethan tightly as he leaned upwards, his rear sitting on Ethan’s chest. His cock was just under the lower lip as he reached down and stroked it once or twice, then he rubbed it across Ethan’s mouth. He felt the tongue darting out, trying to lick at the hard cock that was being passed back and forth over his mouth. He did that for several seconds, then stopped with the fiery head poised just at the lips.

Leaning forward on one hand, he pushed his cock in, again surprising Ethan. He didn’t wait, as he told his lover to suck his cock, and he drove his hips forward, not giving him a chance to refuse. His cock drove past the lips, past the teeth and was impaled in the mouth before Ethan could say a word. He heard his protest cut off, as his cock slid down into the gullet. It felt strange but he continued to push it in, even when Ethan gagged a couple of times. He began to pull out, then push back in. Ethan slowly began to relax, to take the cock in his mouth. His hands now were holding Cal’s hips tightly. He seemed to suddenly be moving his head in time with the motion of the cock into his mouth. His lips tightened around the hot pole, and Cal could feel the pressure. It was driving him nuts as he continued to face fuck his lover.

Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead as he realized he needed to stop. Otherwise he knew he’d shoot his load, and it was too soon for that.  Leaning to one side, he reached over to the night stand. Opening the drawer he pulled out the bowl with condoms in it, then he pulled out two different sized dildos. Ethan began to squirm but he held him firmly between his legs.

Cal could feel Ethan’s hard cock up against his cheeks, and it only made him ache more than he thought possible. The desire was too much as he grabbed a condom from the pole, and ripped it open with his teeth. He stared down at his lover, his eyes glimmering with the lust that was inside of him. Ethan just stared up at him, saying something over and over again, but Cal didn’t hear him. He was too consumed by his plan, and by the lust that had taken over him.

Reaching back he found Ethan’s hard cock. He gripped it in his fist, and pulled on it, making it shudder. He could feel the eyes boring into his, but he ignored them. Instead he placed the condom on the tip of Ethan’s cock, unrolling it quickly. Cal puffed his chest out, feeling rather proud of himself as he managed to unroll the condom onto Ethan’s cock, while astride of him. He looked down, beaming with his success and licked his lips.

‘Time to fuck hun’ he croaked and raised his ass off of his lover’s stomach. His hand held the hard trembling cock and he moved it, guiding it along his own buttocks, till the head was between his cheeks. He pushed it upwards a bit, then down as he shifted his position. Ethan was rock hard, and that included his whole body. The arms were stiff, as were the legs. Cal ignored it all as he felt the press of Ethan’s cock up against his hole.

It wasn’t how he liked to get fucked, but desperate action needed desperate measures. He felt the head poling, and gritting his teeth, he forced his whole body backwards and down.

The pain lanced upwards and made him cry out as Ethan’s hard pole sliced deep inside of him. He felt it as it travelled up and into his body. His legs contracted, tightening their hold on his lover, as he settled his butt down onto the shivering groin. Cal felt the hairs pricking at his cheeks and he groaned, knowing he had the whole cock buried up into his body. He moved his hips and began to sort of do a circle swaying of his hips. The cock inside reacted by somehow growing even harder. He felt his muscles aching as he ground his butt down even more. The bed groaned, as did Ethan.

It was like a starter gun going off, as Ethan’s low groan became more lively and suddenly the body underneath was alive. Cal raised his hips upwards, and this time, as he began to push down he felt Ethan shoving his dick and body upwards to meet him. He cried out as their bodies crashed together. Ethan’s hard cock was digging into him, deeper and deeper with each thrust and he cried out, enjoying the wild sensations that rolled up and down his insides.

Sweat was dripping off his forehead as he continued to ride the boy beneath him. The hands around his hips now dug deep into the flesh. He felt his bones being pressed by the hard tips of Ethan’s fingers as he rode his cock.

It didn’t take long before his lover was tossing and squirming under him. His head was moving from side to side, and suddenly the hands were pounding against the bed, as the hips continued to rise up and down. He was lost in his own passion as he rode the hard cock. He reached down to grip his own pulsing cock as Ethan continued to push up and meet each single downward thrust by Cal’s body.

The scream startled him, and he felt it inside him. Cal stood rock still, his cheeks clenched tightly as he could feel the cum being released into the condom. The sensation was unexpected, and unbelievable, as Ethan jerked inside of him. The scream was loud and piercing as the boy’s hips were arched upwards, literally lifting Cal up and off the bed. The cock was buried so deep, Cal was sure he could feel it at the base of his throat, even though he knew it wasn’t. The cry continued to echo as the cock shot its load into the condom, and he felt every stream pass up along the buried shaft, and even felt the press of the thin condom as it filled with Ethan’s cream.

It was over as quickly as it had began. He felt the body sinking underneath him. Cal could hear the heavy panting of his lover, and of himself, as he let his body press back down. His hand shook as he reached around, to hold the slowly softening cock and the full condom. He lifted himself off and rolled over, to stare at the glazed eyes of his lover. He could see the lust still there, just as he could feel the fullness in his own body from the hard deep fucking.

His own breath was laboured, as he reached out, to run the back of his hand down the cheeks of his lover. Cal felt the sweat, and saw the look in the eyes changing to one of adoration. It made him smile as he caressed Ethan’s face.

‘We just starting hun’ he whispered, which made the eyes widen, and made his smile even wider. Cal felt his cock growing hard again, as he saw the love reflected in the wide open eyes. Ethan’s hand was resting on his side, and it was gently caressing his flesh, by the hips. Cal smiled, knowing that his plan was the right one as he just enjoyed the touch of Ethan’s hands on his body.

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I was 18 at the time and I was very straight. I like to play baseball and spend time with my best bud jim. He would always call me henry. Even though my name was lucas.

So one day me and jim were out playing some ball, and I got pretty tired. So I called a quites. He was like al right I continue playing. So I sit and watch and couldn’t help to wonder what size his cock was. Was it bigger than mine and did it have a foreskin like me? So being the dum teen that we were I run up and pull down his basketball shorts, but they didn’t come completly down. He laughs and says ‘ what are you a dum queer’, and we both just laugh.

It was getting pretty dark. About 10pm, and we had school in the morning. We both went to the same school so I told him to ask if he could stay at my house. So we go to his house first and asked his mom and she said yes.

So we go to his room to get some clothes for him. I looking around in his room while he in the bathroom and I find some playboy books. I take them out and see a very sexy naked women with blonde hair and blue eyes, on the cover. He walk in and see me and say ‘dammm! What the hell were you doing’ then we both start laughing.

We go back to my house and I tell him I have to get in the shower and he say that he does to. Since no one was home, because I was an only child and my mother and father were out of the city for a few dats on buisness.

I told him that we could take it together. He siad ‘no that gay’. I said ‘only cause it late I said that and we I have school in the morning. So if we don’t get in together. I not like we are gay so what the difference. We just don’t look’. Jim says ‘ all right! Just don’t do anything gay and I need a towel and a wash clothe’. I get it and we start to get undressed I get in first and close the curtain and I tell that I covered up so he can come in now. He comes in and looks very nervice. We start to wash up and I turn around and there it was. A 5 inch soft cock. Jim see that I saw and says ‘ stop looking’. I just laugh.

We get out and start to go to bed. I asked him if he wanted to sleep on my bed cause he couldn’t sleep in my parents room and he sayed ‘ alright ‘. We start to go to bed and he asked me if how many times did I have sex. I answer saying never and he says him to. He asked ‘ if I ever wonder what it felt like and if a girl ever jacked me off’. I said ‘ yes and nobody has ever touched my cock instead of me’. We started to laugh. He asked if I could put on some porn cuz he was pretty horny. I turned on the computer and we both agthered around it I looked up websites for porn and clicked on one. I could see if hard on through his pants it looked so good for some odd reason. When the paged downloaded the was a pic of a guy witha 12′ cock right on the front page cumming in a girls mouth. Both of us sayed at the same time wholey shit. We clock on it to see the video and I start to touch my self and so does he minutes later we both are jerking off. I see that his eyes are not on the computer but on me and I ask him ‘ what are you looking at. If your not going touch it then don’t look at it ‘.

He just starts to smile and the he says ‘ if you do me then I will do you ‘. I say ‘ ok. So let go lay on the bed ‘. He smiles and goes on the bed we start to kiss and I am rubbing his rock hard body and start to go down to his 9′ fully hard cock drippin with pre-cum. I then start to jerk him and he does the same to my 10’ cock. I ask him to go down on me and he starts to nibble on my chest and then my navel. Hi then start to rub my pubes with his nose. Then he go all the way in. He take my cock and starts to suck the shit out of it. Taking all 10 inches in his mouth. I telling him imma bout to cummmmmmm!!!!!!

And at that moment he stops and says we just got started. Takes my vasline that I use for my sessions and he start to lube his cock and then lifts my legs up and licks my ass whole for a minute then he start to lube it he take his cock and suves half of it all the way in me. I let out a oud ‘ ahhhhhhhhh that hurts. Ohohohohohohoho’ as he pumps his cock in me. After about ten minutes of fucking, he starts to cum in side of me. After he cums he starts to lick my ass and swallow his own cumm. I tell him it me turn he bends over backwards and take it dry like a professional. I stop right when I gonna cum and tell him suck it. He starts to lick the top of my foreskin and then take about all of it in his mouth. I shoot a load and he try not to gag and swallows it.

After that we lay back down butt naked and go to sleep the next morning we skip school and have lots of fun the next day too. These would stop but we continued to jerk each other off every time we slept over one of our house. I never would talk about these two times. But I still want his cock in my ass so I think I will ask him for it next week when my parents leave again.

Andy bound up the steps to his flat two at a time, and I followed. Opening the double locks on the door, he flipped a wall switch just inside the door turning on a low voltage table lamp. The room was Spartan, containing only two chairs, a coffee table with matching end tables with lamps, and an uncomfortable looking couch covered in what may, at one time, have been an attractive tartan fabric. The floor covering was a dark colorless swag type carpet, and from its rumpled appearance it appeared to have no backing or non-skid material. Two darkened doorways were on opposite walls, and I assumed that one led to the bedroom and the other, possibly, the kitchen. If first impressions mean anything at all, the sparseness of furnishings, the musky unclean odor combined with a faint smell of urine led me to feel a little apprehensive.

‘This is your flat, Andy?’ I asked, a little incredulous, straining my eyes to see in the murky interior.

‘Yeah,’ he answered. ‘It ain’t much but; I don’t use it that often. I’m not much for living alone, but when I meet someone, and we want to make a go of it, I can’t very well take’em on base,’ he said, starting to strip as he was talking.

‘I thought you lived on base?’ I asked, a feeling of intense trepidation settling in the pit of my stomach.

I was not feeling good about the sudden lack of hospitality or the change in his demeanor. There seemed to be a gruffness that I had either overlooked or failed to detect when we met earlier, and I didn’t like it. Rough foreplay or sex were totally out of character for me, and I didn’t like it.

While I was thinking, and feeling more apprehensive, Andy turned around facing me, and threw his shirt onto the couch. Flicking the snap on his trousers with his thumb, he pulled the zipper down, and they fell around his ankles, revealing the enormous uncircumcised endowment swinging in his crotch. Kicking his clothing and shoes to the side his eyes gleamed, as he spread his legs, and folded his arms over the muscles of his hair covered chest. He stood naked and unmoving, like a statue of Mars waiting to meet his opponent in mortal combat. I had the immediate thought that, we were pretty evenly matched if it came to a confrontation. From the aggressive stance he had taken when he had stripped naked and faced me, I had the feeling that he might have masochistic tendencies. I was assessing my chances when he said, ‘Want me to help you out of your uniform, Pete? I really get off on undressing sailors.’

‘I don’t know, Andy,’ I replied, attempting to suppress the nervousness in my voice. ‘It is rather late, and I’m scheduled for duty in the morning, so…maybe I should take a rain check.’

His arms fell to his sides, and he stood staring at me, with a dumbfounded look on his face. I turned quickly to unlock the door, not even thinking about how I was going to get back to the base. At that moment, all that I was thinking of was getting out of that room, and away from the behemoth that had looked so sexy earlier in the day.

Flinging the door open, I stumbled, almost falling down the stairs. Behind me, I heard, ‘You fucking cock teasing son-of-a-bitch.’

I didn’t look back as I trotted in the general direction of the roadway, but I could hear him shouting loud, uncomplimentary epithets after me as to what he would do with various parts of my anatomy if we should ever meet at some later date.

I was thankful that Andy’s flat was located on the same highway that led back to the base. It would be easier to hitch a ride or perhaps catch a bus if they were going that way. A few cars passed, one tapped his brakes, and then sped on. The streetlights were fairly far apart. The distance between was pretty dark, and I decided it would be better if I stood under one of the lights instead of walking. The next car stopped, and through the partially open passenger door window the driver asked, ‘Need a lift, Yank?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I answered. ‘I’m headed for the Canadian Forces Base.’

‘Going right by it,’ my unknown benefactor replied. ‘Hop in.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied, quickly opening the car door.

‘You must be one of the Yanks on the ships what came in with the Vancouver,’ the driver stated more as a fact than a question, as I settled into the seat, and glanced in his direction.

‘Yes, Sir, we operated with her,’ I replied. He was a middle aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, and from what I could see in the light from his instrument panel, he appeared to be dressed as a workman wearing dark green or black coveralls with his shirt collar turned out, and a nondescript baseball cap.

‘We worked on her a few years back when she was in the yards,’ he offered. ‘Installed some type of new fire-control radar. Pretty effective from what I hear,’ he said, glancing over at me. The ash of his cigarette was in eminent danger of soiling his clothes.

I couldn’t tell if he was being unduly curious or conversational, so I decided to err on the side of caution, and I remained noncommittal; talking in general terms about the weather, ice-bergs we had seen, and the pods of whales and porpoise.

‘There must be a smart of them floating around out there, but I’m a sworn landlubber myself,’ he said, chuckling as he pulled onto the roads shoulder across from the gate that I had gone through earlier. ‘Here ya are, Yank, safe and sound.’

‘Yeah, safe and sound,’ I thought as I got out and closed the door, thanking my benefactor for the ride.

I stood for a moment watching his taillights fade in the darkness as he sped away. As I crossed the roadway, I glanced at my wristwatch in the lights around the base gate; it was almost three o’clock in the morning.

The procedure was the same as when I had left, except for the rank comments about not being able to find any. I had the desire to put the young Canadian puppy in his place, but in the interests of international relations, I refrained and only commented as most sailor do, lamenting on the lack of time to really hook up with some damsel of the evening that wasn’t hustling two buck a shot grape juice or ice tea.

‘Yeah, Yank, I hear what your saying, it’s hard to get a decent blow-job anymore, much less a decent piece of ass,’ the young puppy exclaimed softly, reflectively groping his crotch as I was putting my identification card in my wallet, before leaving him in a frustrated state of rut.

Waving over my shoulder as I walked away, the thought occurred to me that he probably would be jerking off in the security of the guard shack before I was out of sight.

Locating my ship was not difficult, as the red air warning lights on her mast were clearly visible above the trees and a few non-descript buildings. It was about a fifteen-minute walk before I passed the bus stop where Andy had picked me up, and another few minutes before I was onboard.

Gorham was assuming the quarter-deck watch as I checked in, and I wasn’t in any mood to hear his snide, suggestive innuendoes about my efficiency in the procurement of suitable female companionship for the weekend, or I would not be checking in early. He made a few lecherous comments about his abilities in the art of female conquest, and graphically demonstrated his prowess by clutching and squeezing his crotch.

‘Yeah, Gorham, you are the king of the pussy hounds, and to hear you tell it, there isn’t a cunt that you can’t get,’ I said sarcastically.

‘You don’t see me coming back early,’ he called out, getting his last lick in as I walked away.

Opening the watertight door into the berthing compartment, and stepping inside, I closed the door hand tight. I waited for a moment while my eyes adjusted to the red passageway lights. The pungent male odor assailed my nostrils, and my cock jerked as if remembering it had not been satisfied, and was still waiting to perform its primary function.

The compartment was only partially occupied since most of my crew had been awarded a full weekend liberty, and several of them had obviously taken advantage of it. While I was undressing and putting my uniform away, I glanced around the darkened berthing compartment. Almost half of the compliment was empty, but several bunks held sleeping men huddled under sheets or light blankets. I was surprised when I saw that Marty Hobard’s bunk was empty.

Removing a clean towel and my shower clogs from my locker, I flip flopped to the head, intent on showering, and hopeful that I would be able to satisfy the strong urges still creating havoc in my balls.

I was crestfallen when I opened the door to see two of Gorham’s men in their briefs, leaning against the washbasins with one of the portholes open – smoking. Smoking was not permitted on board the ship except in designated spaces, and the berthing compartment heads were designated smoking areas.

‘Hey, Boats, you’re back early!’ They exclaimed as they saw me enter.

‘Yeah,’ I replied, trying to sound properly disconsolate. ‘I didn’t see anything to be paying a room for, when I’ve got a perfectly good bunk that’s free.’

Both of the sailors were eighteen or nineteen years old, and well built from hard work on board, along with the required daily physical exercises; plus whatever attributes their parents and ancestors had genetically endowed them with.

Doug Blaszkowski, a solidly muscled, blond haired, blue eyed young man of Polish ancestry was the better looking of the two, and from the prominently displayed bulge in his briefs, he was well endowed. Ron Snyder was not as well built, but not that unattractive. His hair was dishwater blond and his eyes were haze gray. The bulge in his briefs was not as prominent as Blaszkowski, but it appeared to be quite respectable. He was firm, and his lean muscles belied a hidden strength that I had observed on one occasion, when the shank of a five-hundred pound mushroom anchor had fallen on the foot of one of his shipmates. He didn’t hesitate to physically lift the anchor’s shank while the corpsman pulled the injured man out from under it.

I was still experiencing the after shock of having mis-judged Andy, but I was horny enough to know that either one would have made a good lay.

‘Are you guys coming or going?’ I asked as I dropped my ditty-bag on the bench, and hung my towel on one of the several hooks over the smooth wooden bench that had been installed on the inboard steel bulkhead.

‘Neither,’ Blaszkowski answered cockily, as he drew on his cigarette, and suspiciously emphasized the size of his endowment by crossing his legs at the ankles.

‘We just finished the mid-watch, and thought we’d have a smoke before turning in,’ Snyder chimed in.

A steel bulkhead in one compartment separated the showers and the face basins with mirrors. Urinals and toilet stalls were in a connecting compartment, with old-fashioned aluminum swinging saloon doors in the doorway. The steel bulkhead gave people taking a shower a modicum of privacy from men who were only washing up or shaving. Toilets or shower stalls had no curtains for privacy, and some of the bolder men would come through the swinging doors jokingly waving their cocks and blurting out, ‘Stick-em up, this is a hold up.’

‘Nothing wrong with that,’ I said, while removing my briefs. ‘Don’t sleep in late, unless you want to miss chow. The in-port plan of the day said there would be VIP’s on board for breakfast, and that means the cooks will be fixing an extra special chow.’

‘Wouldn’t miss it, Boats,’ they both answered in unison as they extinguished their cigarettes.

I heard the door shut while I was adjusting the water temperature. Wetting down under the hot water and soaping up brought my cock to a roaring hard, and only a few strokes later, my muscles tightened as my cock erupted, spewing thick streams of sperm on the clinically white walls of the shower. ‘Jesus,’ I groused, while milking the remaining droplets of sperm from my softening cock. ‘After all the expectations and anticipating that I’d have sex with a hot Canadian Sailor I wind up jerking off, alone in the shower.’

After briskly drying off, I combed my hair before brushing my teeth. While leaning over the washbasin, I heard the door to the other section of the head open and close, and then a strong stream splashing into one of the urinals broke the silence.

I was gathering my toilet articles when the swinging doors opened, and I glanced up to see Marty Hobard wearing briefs, with a towel over his shoulder, and his ditty bag dangling from the fingers of one hand.

‘Hi, Pete,’ he said with a surprised look on his face. ‘I thought you would be staying ashore for the weekend.’

‘I changed my mind, Marty,’ I replied, inhaling deeply as I knotted my towel around my waist. ‘There wasn’t very much going on, and I couldn’t see paying for a room when there was a perfectly good bunk here on the ship.’

‘That makes sense,’ he said in his soft mid-western drawl, as he put his ditty bag on the bench and hung his towel up. ‘I thought you were going to hook up with the Canadian Sailor you were talking with, and he was going to show you the town.’

‘Got stood up,’ I blithely fibbed, a feeling of suppressed lust surging in my loins as I watched Marty slowly remove his briefs. His tantalizing tight bubble butt teasingly coming into view, his muscles rippling as he stood on one foot and than the other to remove them. ‘He was supposed to pick me up at the bus stop, and we were going to hit a few bars. I wound up taking a bus.’ I said, quickly covering my swelling cock with my ditty bag.

‘That’s a bummer,’ Marty said as he turned around facing me, his blue eyes twinkling impishly, his semi-flaccid cock swaying as he moved. ‘Petersen and I went to an on base movie, shared a pizza, and walked around the base. It’s not much different than our’s are,’ he said as he raked his fingers through the silky light brown hair surrounding the thick base of his steadily hardening cock.

‘That shouldn’t have taken until this time of the morning, Marty,’ I responded.

‘We were on the fantail talking,’ he said, inhaling deeply as his hand moved over his cock, squeezing its impressive length, and pressing it against the smooth skin of his thigh/hip joint.

‘That’s a lot of talking,’ I said, throwing caution to the winds as I pulled my towel from around my waist, allowing Marty a full view of my burgeoning cock.

Marty’s muscles tightened and I saw his cock jump when my cock swung into view. Sucking air between his teeth, he croaked, ‘Are you going to take a shower?’

‘I was thinking about it,’ I replied recklessly, following the young Adonis to the showers.

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It was my neighbor installing an above ground swimming pool, followed by the seemingly constant cleaning and maintenance that convinced me not to install a full sized pool. Mo Caruthers, my neighbor, seemingly spent every weekend, along with a few days during the week, when she was cleaning the pool, scrubbing the deck, skimming leaves, adding chemicals and generally involved in a cleaning ritual, was more than enough of a deterrent to installing something that appeared to be more work than play.

For all of that, I still wanted something that I could stretch out and relax in. One evening while stretched out all but naked in my recliner, wearing only my dressing gown, and watching the re-runs of one of my favorite programs, The Golden Girls, a commercial outlining the health benefits of installing an easily affordable ‘hot tub’ came on the screen. Usually when a commercial is displayed, I hit the mute button and head for the fridge for a beer or the head to take a leak, but this time I stopped in my tracks and listened, stunned by the vision of magnificent male loveliness that filled the screen.

The half-naked salesman sitting in a steaming, bubbling Jacuzzi hot tub with what appeared to be a bottle of John Adams Winter Lager in one hand, and a glass in the other, was loudly rattling off his spiel about the benefits of the amazing water wonder he was enjoying. I’m a Bud man myself, but it wasn’t the beer or the sales pitch that attracted me, it was the gorgeous, black-haired, beautifully muscled, bare-chested Adonis that was making the pitch. He didn’t need to sell beer or hot tubs to get my attention, he could have been promoting sanitary napkins on Mars, and I would have stopped whatever it was that I was doing, and listened, my normal level of testosterone increasing as I fantasized about being in the hot swirling water with him. ‘Good, God…,’ I murmured, slipping my hand between the folds of my robe and gripping my hardening cock.

‘Hello, neighbors, this is Clark Masters, and you too can enjoy the pleasure and benefits of your own twenty-two jet Jacuzzi for a cost much lower than you might think,’ he said, seeming not to stop to breath as words poured rapid-fire from his full, succulent lips. ‘Today, Venetian Pools and Spas is, in addition to a forty-percent discount on our popular five-person model, we are making a fantastic one time only offer to the first twelve people that call the toll free number that is flashing on your screen. The usual in-home service fee of eighty-five dollars will be waived, and one of our highly qualified technicians will visit your home at absolutely no cost to you, if you are one of the first twelve callers. Our technician will, in the privacy of your home, discuss the various Jacuzzis that we have available in an almost unlimited variety of colors and style combinations. He will discuss with you, the best location within your home, or if it is possible to be installed indoors as well as outside if you should desire one of our in-deck models. The possibilities are almost unlimited, and only your imagination will restrict what our staff at Venetian Pools and Spas can do for you. Remember, we can make this offer to only the first twelve people that call. So, this is Clark Master saying, please, don’t miss out on this fantastic one time offer. Call the toll free number flashing at the bottom of your television screen.’

The Golden Girls flashed back on the screen as, cursing under my breath, I stumbled over a large leather ottoman in my haste to call the number that Clark Masters had insisted needed to be called immediately in order to be one of the first twelve. Behind me as I punched the number into the phone, I heard Rose ask, ‘Oh, my, Sophia, what are you cooking that smells so good?’ ‘My famous Sicilian spaghetti sauce,’ Sophia replied in her cavalier fashion just as a sensuous, mellow voice spoke in my ear, ‘Congratulations, this is Venetian Pools and Spas, and you have qualified for our fantastic television offer. Please stay on the line, and an associate will be with you shortly.’

‘Jesus Christ,’ I shouted to no one in particular. I despise being placed on hold, and I hesitated between slamming the phone down or waiting as instructed, on the almost impossible chance that it would be Clark Masters who would answer my call.

After several seconds, I was on the verge of depressing the ‘off button’ when the cry, ‘you might as well stick it in my heart, Rose,’ emanating from the television diverted my attention momentarily, and in that brief moment of hesitation, I heard a voice saying, ‘This is Carl Masters speaking. I apologize for the delay in answering your call. Please allow me to congratulate you on qualifying for our forty percent discounted price offer and waiver of the in-home service fee. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you may have but, if not, when may I schedule a technician to visit your home?’

‘I…,I don’t know, how about tomorrow?’ I stammered, my mind trying to correlate the mention of the name ‘Carl and Clark’.

The was a low chuckle on the line, and then the well modulated, baritone voice said, ‘I don’t think we can make it quite that quickly Mr….,Mr?’

Like an idiot, I was caught between squeezing my hard cock while trying to envision what the person to whom I was listening looked like, and answering the telephone. ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ I stammered, ‘My name is Holliman, Bert Holliman.’

‘It’s a pleasure, Mr. Holliman,’ the mellow voice replied, chuckling softly. ‘I’m afraid we cannot make it tomorrow, but instead of tomorrow, would this coming Thursday be convenient for you, say between nine and eleven in the morning or would that be to early?’

Listening to the smooth sensual cadence of the mellow baritone voice, my gaydar kicked in. A feeling of excitement washed over me, and there was the familiar tingling excitement in my groin with the feeling of pre-cum ascending the hard length of my cock. I was trying to connect the sensuality of the voice with the gorgeous image that had been shown on the television screen. The stumbling block that had me confused was the telephone voice replying ‘Carl’ and not ‘Clark’.

‘Any time this Thursday will be fine, I’m usually home alone most of the day so the time is unimportant,’ I replied, somewhat absentmindedly, not giving any thought to having said that I was ‘usually home alone’. My thoughts were involved in trying to figure out if there was any possible relationship between the names – one who was shown on television and the other the owner of the mellow voice at the other end of the telephone line. The electrifying feelings in my loins, plus being horny from a recent lack of sex was not helping the confusing situation. A little voice in the recesses of my brain cut through the testosterone induced confusion mixed with lust, ‘Get over it Holliman, not every stud you see or hear is gay.’

The soft mellow voice asking for my address and telephone number cut through the self-induced fog, and I quickly replied, giving him my Garfield Drive address, and telephone number, commenting that there was an answering service if for some reason I had to leave and, he should need to call.

‘I don’t think we will have any problems, Mr. Holliman,’ the voice of the invisible, sensuous, yet sexy sounding, ‘I-want-him-to-be, hope-he-will-be- the-visiting-technician Adonis said after repeating the information that I had given him with what I thought was a suggestive emphasis on the last two numbers of the address when he said, ‘sixty-nine’. My cock really jumped when, severing the connection, he said, ‘I have several satisfied clients, and I’m sure that I won’t have any trouble satisfying you, Mr. Holliman.’

I stood motionless for several seconds holding the dead telephone received in my hand, pre-seminal fluid dripping from my cock. Throwing my loose robe open with my free hand as I thumbed the ‘off’ button and dropped the telephone, I grabbed my throbbing cock. While trying to visualize the muscular body of Clark Masters, and comparing it to what I thought the mellow voiced Carl Masters might look like, I brought myself to a cataclysmic climax. Thick gobs of hot, sticky sperm covered the hard, smoothly sculpted muscles of my chest, flowing in a rivulet downward between ripped abdominal muscles, into the dense hair of the silky brown bush surrounding the thick base of my cock. Momentarily exhausted, my straining muscles slowly relaxed as I gasped for air, my right hand slowly stroking and squeezing the sperm slick, cleanly circumcised length of my softening cock.

I felt the sperm covering my chest slowly running down my ribs, and grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the table beside my recliner, I managed to catch most of it. With only minimal movement I sat up, shrugging the robe off of my shoulders, holding it away from my body in the crook of my elbows as I went into the bathroom, and flushed the sperm soaked tissue down the toilet. Rinsing the sticky residue from my hands, I dried them, and then discarded the robe before opening the door, and stepping inside the glass enclosed shower. Turning on the water and adjusting its temperature before stepping under it, thoughts of what my phantom technician would hopefully look like raced through my head. The warm mellow voice that had made the appointment, combined with the mental picture of the magnificently muscled Adonis sitting in a hot tub, sent erotic chills through me, and my cock began swelling and hardening as I conjured up a fantasy of him as my technician, his hot body touching mine, his huge cock a steel hard javelin penetrating the quivering entrance to my rectum. I felt the sperm rising with each thrust of his mammoth tool, and my muscles tightening as he emptied his seed in the depth of my hot bowels. ‘Oh, Jesus,’ I groaned loudly, as my cock exploded, spewing thick ropes of sperm onto the glass shower walls.

My work as a intern stock-broker for one of the larger brokerages was usually interesting, and the days flew by; but Monday through Wednesday, following my telephone conversation with an erotically arousing faceless voice, combined with the sexually inspiring vision of a living Adonis, seemed to drag. I had plenty of vacation time coming to me, and I asked for Thursday and Friday off, figuring that it didn’t make any sense to take Thursday off. and return to work on Friday, when it could be made into a long weekend.

Waiting Wednesday for the clock to signal the end of the working day was worse than the previous Monday or Tuesday, and I could feel the testosterone racing through my veins. It was difficult to suppress the feelings of anticipation and desire, and I spent a good part of the day with my hard cock hidden in the leg well of my desk. When knock-off time finally came, I closed my files, and gave a couple of data-sheets with several active quotes I was working on to Melvin Miller, one of my colleagues. Without waiting to hear his usual voluble words of thanks, I bolted from the office with one hand in my pocket suppressing my pre-seminal leaking cock.

The Golden Girls aired every day at six o-clock in the evening, and as soon as I got home, I turned the television on hoping that the Venetian Pools and Spas commercial would be aired. I was disappointed again, as I had been all week, and I was thinking, ‘maybe they won’t show up’.

After, eating a microwave-able Hungry Man roast beef dinner, I watched some television before showering and turning in, hoping I would be able to sleep. Unfortunately, most of the night was spent tossing and turning from fear induced thoughts of no one showing up, mixing with visions of gorgeous half-naked Clark Masters until exhausted, I finally fell asleep somewhere between three and four in the morning.

I slept fitfully and the exotic sexual dreams did nothing to assist in getting any rest. I was on the verge of an intense nocturnal emission when my dream was interrupted by a loud banging noise. Even though I reluctantly awoke, the intense feelings in my loins almost succeeded in exploding forth, forcing my lungs to expand automatically and I gripped my throbbing cock, the feeling of fire racing upward from my tight testicles. My cock wanted to explode, and my body demanded the orgasm but the loud banging at the front of the house increased, and I jumped out of bed, grabbing my robe and throwing it over my nakedness, hardon and all, I raced to the front door glancing at the den clock which read, eight-fifty o’clock, ten minutes before the appointed time for the Jacuzzi technician to arrive.

Unlocking the door and throwing the dead bolt, I opened the door, and on the other side of the glass storm door stood Clark or Carl Masters, I didn’t know which but, seeing my surprised look, my visitor answered the question.

‘Mr. Hollman, Carl Masters,’ he said, a subdued but obvious smile of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as his eyes surveyed the situation I was in. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting anything,’ he said in the soft mellow voice that I had heard on the telephone. ‘We did, I believe, have an appointment for this morning,’ He finished saying, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

The voice was mesmerizing, but the young man standing on the other side of the glass was stunningly handsome. His close-cropped black wavy hair was coifed in a conservative business style that enhanced his classic Greek features. His eyes were a bright sea-green similar to the waters surrounding islands of the Aegean Sea. Partially parted succulent, carmine red lips revealed gleaming, milk white teeth and the pink tip of his tongue. I could feel the blood pounding in my temples, and my cock hardening as my eyes deliberately scanned the broad width of his shoulders, his tight light blue, zipper front, short sleeve shirt clinging to the muscles of his magnificently sculpted and defined torso. His muscles flowed smoothly, tapering to his small waist, merging with narrow hips and thick thigh muscles with beautifully shaped calves. The short sleeves of his shirt revealed biceps that were full but not bulging, and there was a light growth of silky fine hair on the upper side of his thick forearms. A string style plaited leather belt knotted off to the side revealed the flatness of his stomach, and cream-colored slacks hinted at the muscled thickness of his thighs. Black, web style sandals along with a black leather portfolio completed his stylish but tasteful ensemble.

My heart was pounding with the force of jungle drums, and my breathing was become more labored as I wrestled with the erotic thoughts that were swirling within the almost surreal atmosphere that seemingly engulfed us, particularly me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this magnificent specimen of maleness, and my throat was dry to the point that I could not speak but, swallowing several times I generated sufficient saliva, and managed to croak an answer to his assertion that we had an appointment, ‘Yes, we did, Mr. Masters, please accept my apologies. I’m afraid I overslept this morning,’ I said, attempting to regain my composure and avoid feeling extremely foolish.

His gaze was fixed on the fullness of my groin, and the sea green of his glistening eyes seemed to have changed to a soft aqua as he chuckled, saying, ‘I can understand that, Mr. Holliman, I often find it rather hard getting up in the mornings.’

The thought that he could be teasing me and playing on words entered my mind, as I opened the storm door and stood sideways for him to enter as I said, ‘It can be a problem,’ I said, tempering my play on words, but looking into his eyes, and responding boldly.

‘It certainly can be, but,’ he said, laughing lightly as he stepped across the threshold. ‘Regardless of how hard, most problems are solvable.’

‘I’ve found that to be true in most cases,’ I said as he followed me into the interior of the house. ‘I haven’t had anything since I woke up, so would you care for some coffee?’ I asked, drawing the belt of my robe tighter around my waist as I entered the kitchen.

‘I’ve already had breakfast, Bert, but I’ll join you in a cup while we are talking about your new Jacuzzi,’ he said, surveying the room and looking out the windows as he entered. ‘You really have a nice home.’

‘Thanks, I like it,’ I replied as I finished preparing the coffee maker.

‘And,’ he said, looking through the porch’s picture windows, with a view out over the back garden. Pulling out a chair and sitting down at the small maple kitchen table on the sun porch, he continued speaking, ‘I believe you mentioned that you live alone, so when we install your new hot tub it will become the perfect bachelor pad.

‘It is already, Mr. Masters,’ I said, as I placed the sugar and milk containers on the table with a plate of Apple Danish, and returned to the coffee pot. ‘I did live in an apartment for two or three years after I graduated from college; but, I prefer the privacy that a private home affords compared to the thin walls of an apartment.’

‘I can understand that, Bert, especially if you are entertaining, but if you don’t mind, would you call me Carl instead of Mr. Masters?’ He asked. ‘Using Christian names is all well and good in the military or some professional capacity, but I’m sure we will get to know each other well enough that we can drop the formalities.’

‘Sure,’ I answered as I carried the tray with a full coffee pot and two mugs to the table. ‘But, I’m a little confused. On the television in the ad, you used the name Clark, not Carl.’

‘Clark is my twin, but he is not much for meeting people. He prefers doing the interior visual stuff while I’m the opposite. I like to meet and get to know the people that use our products. I prefer thinking of our customers as friends,’ he said, gazing up at me with soft seductive eyes, his mellow baritone voice a soft whisper.

I felt my heart beat quicken slightly, hoping that I wasn’t mistaking the salacious undertones the conversation seemed to have taken and for a moment, I was at a loss for words; not sure if I was being presumptuous in assuming there were sexual overtones in the manner he was talking. Standing next to him as I filled his cup, I detected a musky aroma that was stimulating and sexually arousing. While pouring my coffee, I was about to speak when I felt a faint movement of my robe. Glancing down, I saw one hand squeezing the bulge in his groin and the fingers of his other hand lightly brushing the hem of my robe open.

Our eyes locked, and I didn’t move. My cock was thickening, its stretching length pushing against the fabric of my robe, and my muscles tightened at the touch of his fingers on my thigh. Inhaling deeply, I sat the coffee pot down, exhaling and trembling at the feeling of his hand moving up the inside of my thigh, his fingers gently kneading my ball sac.

Looking down, I saw the head of my cock emerging from the opening of my robe and I felt his hot breath wafting over its blood-engorged head. Running my fingers through his thick black hair, I said, huskily, ‘You certainly don’t waste any time, do you, Carl?’

‘Not when I see something that I want, and I wanted you when you opened the door,’ he replied, sliding his chair back and standing. My robe fell to the floor as he stood, his hand moving up over my chest, over my shoulders and down over my back.

We stood an arms length apart, his sensuous sea-green eyes deepening to a sultry green. Gripping my triceps tightly, he inhaled deeply as he visually explored the supple, lithe muscles of my body, his gaze lingering on the vertical length of my throbbing pre-cum oozing cock. His lust filled eyes gleamed voraciously as he pulled me toward him, his voice husky with emotion as he said, ‘You’re fucking gorgeous, Bert.’

‘That’s a one-sided observation, Carl,’ I replied, swallowing and licking my lips as I placed my hands on his broad chest.

His eyes twinkled impishly as, grinning, he lowered his hands, and said, and ‘It’s your move.’

My hands shook as I reached for the zipper clasp of his shorts, and my heart was racing. While I was fumbling with the zipper, he discarded his shirt, dropping it on the seat of the chair he had been sitting in; and, I hesitated with his zipper tab between my thumb and forefinger, immobilized by the Grecian magnificence of his beautifully muscled chest and washboard ripped abdominal muscles. Swallowing quickly, I opened the fly of his shorts, each click of the zipper teeth slowly revealing the thick, magnificent length of his uncut cock.

Kicking his shorts and shoes aside, Carl gathered me in his steel muscled arms, and my arms went around his neck, my mouth opening as our lips met. His body felt like satin covered granite, and I felt his heart beating in synch with mine. Our breathing was hampered by the ravenous kiss we were sharing, and I felt sticky precum oozing from the urethral opening in his throbbing cock.

‘Jesus, Carl,’ I gasped as our lips parted.

He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes and the movement of his hands over my back muscles, with his fingers squeezing and kneading my glutes spoke volumes. When he moved his hips back and slid his cock under my balls between my legs, I clamped my thighs tight, and he hunched several times, driving his cock between my legs and crushing my aching shaft and balls against his rock hard abdomen and silky thick pelvis bush. Each thrust of his hips and the sensation of his steel hard cock sliding over my quivering anus sent erotic pleasure bolts of ecstatic fire deep into my loins. The desire to be taken and consumed by the magnificent animal crushing my sweating body was overwhelming. The prime-evil need to copulate, to feel his thick shaft filling my ass, to revel in the surreal sexual act of primitive self-satisfaction permeated every sinew of my body, and I gasped in his ear, ‘Fuck me, Carl.’

Throwing his head back, he looked at me, his blazing eyes reflecting the same animal desire that was gripping me. I could feel the desire and passion in his breathing, the thunderous beating of his heart and the pressure of his throbbing cock against the soft, sensitive perineum flesh separating balls and anus.. Dropping his hands he grabbed my glutes, holding my ass tight as he savagely drove his dripping schlong between my legs, growling, ‘bedroom or on the floor.’

Twisting out of his grasp, I grabbed his wrist, leading him to the bedroom. All thoughts of a Jacuzzi obliterated – at least for the moment.

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I was stretched along Andrew closely, embracing him with one arm, while I stroked his ass with the supersized lubricated cock dildo. He was making all of the right noises, but I could sense that the passion just wasn’t totally there. He wasn’t writhing or trembling as he had been doing for years under the attention of my own cock.

That was the unspoken missing element in our love making now. My cock, which had dominated and satisfied him for so many years, just was no longer up to the task. I still had my soft mouth, however, and I was eventually able to get him to pant and moan for me when I gave him suck. Afterward he held me and purred for me, telling me how much pleasure I had brought to him. But I knew. I knew it wasn’t the same – that it never again would be the same again.

Andrew hugged me extra hard after we’d made love – or some semblance of love that would have passed as such if we hadn’t known each other’s bodies totally before – and stayed with me in the bed for a long time before he rose and padded into the other room to shower. But I could feel the tension in his body; the tension of nonfulfillment.

After I had taken my own shower, we dressed and left our row house on Cathedral Street and walked down the hill to Annapolis’ Dock Street to sit at the Middleton Tavern’s outside cafe and sip wine and watch the late-afternoon activity in the small harbor there.

We hadn’t discussed my impotence, and it seemed that Andrew insisted that we spend more time in public like this so that we couldn’t discuss the topic. It isn’t like my problem should not have be anticipated. I had remained potent into my early sixties; it wasn’t all that normal that my libido should now have become dormant. Andrew was over ten years my junior and still very vigorous. In fact we were both in superb shape and trim; it was only this little problem of mine. But it obviously wasn’t so little of a problem. In my rosy-glasses view of life, I had assumed that Andrew and I would be a loving couple for the rest of our lives. We had been together for fifteen years, and they had been glorious years in terms of our sexual union.

In all that time I had never had cause to worry about or question Andrew’s total fidelity to me. I had been the dominate one; the top to his bottom; the one fully equipped to keep him satisfied.

As we sat at the cafe, I watched Andrew ogling all of the luscious young men strolling about, some going to or returning from their boats in the harbor, some well-toned students from the adjacent U.S. Naval Academy, resplendent in their jogging gear. There had been a time, not very long ago, when Andrew would only have eyes for me when we sat here. My sudden, but apparently total and permanent impotence had changed all of that, no matter what assurances he gave me.

‘Andrew, we need to talk about this,’ I murmured to him, not wanting to share this conversation with all the others in the cafe

‘Stop worrying, Kevin,’ Andrew said with an unconvincing breezy tone. ‘We’re both growing older. Some things just aren’t that important any more. There’s nothing to discuss. Everything is just fine.’

I was not fooled. All the time he was saying this, he was looking over my shoulder, eyeing the hunk of a young waiter scurrying back and forth, trying to stay ahead of the needs of the crowded cafe.

No, it would not be all right. I could not lose Andrew. Not after all of the time and effort I had invested in this relationship. But had I already lost Andrew?

It was a week later, and we had played our usual round of golf at the Annapolis Golf Club and returned to the Cathedral Street row house a bit after noon. I showered while Andrew fixed us something to eat, and after we’d eaten on the porch overlooking our postage stamp-sized back garden, I sent him upstairs for his shower and then made a phone call.

When Andrew emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, there were two of us waiting for him.

‘What . . . ?’ Andrew exclaimed in surprise.

‘This is Jamie, Andrew. Until recently he was a student at the Naval Academy. But he had to leave there on short notice, and I wanted you to meet him.’

Andrew couldn’t keep the lust out of his eyes. Jamie was a magnificent young man, already handsome before he had reached the academy, but having benefited from three hard years of body conditioning as a Naval Academy cadet.

‘Come over here and sit with me, Andrew, and we’ll let Jamie introduce himself to us.’

Andrew came over to the foot of the bed, where I was sitting, wrapped in a terrycloth robe. He was still glassy-eyed and confused and not understanding what was happening. I scooted back on the bed and spread my legs and pulled Andrew down into a sitting position between them. Then, I opened my robe and shrugged it off. I was naked underneath. I wrapped my arms around Andrew and pulled his towel off his body and threw it to one side.

Then Jamie stood in front of Andrew and slowly stripped, while I stroked Andrew’s cock with one hand and roamed his chest and belly with the other. The young blond man had a beautiful, cut body, trim and lithe, but with well-defined hard-bodied muscles. Andrew drew in his breath when he saw what the young man was packing between his legs. Jamie was as thick and long as I was, but his master cock was engorged and stood out from his body with a slight upward curve, something my cock could no longer manage.

‘Do you like him, Andrew?’ I whispered to my partner of fifteen years. ‘He had to leave the academy suddenly for playing too intimately with some of the other young men. I hired him to take care of our needs in our advancing years. All of our needs. He lives here now.’

Andrew sighed in response and I could feel him trembling in my embrace. He lifted his mouth to mine and we kissed deeply and Jamie knelt between Andrew’s legs and his soft mouth replaced my hand on Andrew’s cock.

Andrew’s kisses became more passioned and insistent as Jamie cupped Andrew’s buttocks in his hands and pumped his cock with his mouth. I scooted farther up on the bed, bringing Andrew with me, as Jamie’s attention went from Andrew’s cock to his asshole.

I was kneeling on the bed and leaning back, Andrew’s back stretched up my abs and chest, my arms encasing him. Jamie came up on the bed on his knees, forcing his thighs under Andrew’s legs and buttocks.

Andrew cried out in ecstasy for Jamie just as he had done for me for fifteen years when Jamie entered his ass with his hard cock and plowed his way into the hilt. And he writhed and moaned and groaned in intense pleasure as the virile young surrogate conveyed my love to my life partner, vigorously pumping Andrew’s ass with a length, thickness, hardness, rhythm, and endurance that I hadn’t managed for many years.

Jamie was fucking Andrew’s ass, but Andrew and I were making love. We were kissing and fondling each other, and Andrew’s eyes were for me. He was imaging us as we had been for so many years; while we covered each other in kisses. It was like I was the one fucking his ass, dominating him as I always had. It was my name that Andrew was calling out in his husky, lust-filled voice.

It was all making me feel young and virile again as well, but I was so taken with our wild three-way love making that it was Andrew who had to point out what was happening.

‘Kevin, your cock!’

‘Yes, yes, I know, Andrew. But Jamie will be my surrogate. He’ll be my cock. I’ll take care of you as I always have.’

‘No, Kevin. I mean, feel your cock. It’s hard. It’s running up the small of my back, but it’s hard and pushing at me. It’s alive. You’re hard.’

And so I was. Jamie dutifully pulled out of Andrew, and Andrew raised his hips and came down onto my cock and encased it inside his ass. And then he rode my cock to a mutual orgasm that we had not shared in years. We both cried tears of joy, knowing that, with the aid of Jamie, I could overcome my impotence – maybe not for much longer – but each day that I could plow Andrew myself would be an added day of bliss. And when that too came to an end, we’d still have Jamie or another surrogate like him for as far into the murky future as we wished to see.

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‘It’s no use, I can’t; I simply can’t’

‘But we’re almost there. This time, we’re almost there, Kyle,’ I said, trying to keep the pleading tone out of my voice, nearly overcome with the passion of the moment and not wanting to stop here.

But stop here we did. This time Kyle had managed to suck me hard after what seemed to be an interminable time of preparation through fondling and kissing. And I was just maneuvering him to my lap, to setting his well-prepared and opened ass on my throbbing cock, when he froze again. I could feel the tension in his body, the stiffening of his muscles. And I could almost feel his ass close tight around the thumb I had in it to prepare the way for my cock.

He turned over on his side in the bed and I could tell he was fighting hard not to break out into sobs. I know I was trying just as hard not to show my utter frustration and disappointment.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Kyle whispered. ‘I want you; I really do. I just can’t will my body to carry through with this. It’s no use. We’ll simply have to stop trying.’

‘Shush, shush, baby,’ I said in my most comforting voice. I laid down behind Kyle and drew him to me in my embrace. I pulled him close to my engorged cock so that it ran up the small of his back, letting my cock tell him in no uncertain terms how badly I wanted him.

I wrapped my arms around him in a close embrace, waiting, hoping that he would lose the tension and he could make another try to permit me this ultimate intimacy. We were lovers in every sense but this, but we both needed this final melding of our bodies. I needed to fuck Kyle.

I would fuck Kyle. I just had to find a way. We just needed to get across this barrier of him mind and body resisting my possessing him to the fullest.

I stroked his body until I could feel the tension draining out of him. His breathing told me he was near sleep. I took my hand and pushed my cock to his crack and I started to slowly dry fuck him across his crack, letting the side of my cock rub against the rim of his ass, trying to bring him into the mood.

But I felt him tense right up again. ‘I can’t do it, Clem, I just can’t. I’m so sorry.’

‘There, there,’ I shushed him, returning to stroking his body, trying to release the tension once more.

‘Do you think a surrogate would help?’ I asked after a lengthy time of calming him down once more.

‘A surrogate? What do you mean a surrogate?’ he asked with a dreamy whisper.

‘A woman, maybe,’ I said. I wasn’t quite sure what I was saying myself, but he was showing interest at this idea, so it was something for me to try to develop. ‘Perhaps I could feel as close to you if I watched you fuck a woman and maybe was permitted to do some fondling while you two were doing it.’ I had no illusions that this would be enough for me, but it was at least another way to approach it.

‘Maybe,’ Kyle said after a few moments of silence.

At least it was a beginning. I stroked and kissed his body until he drifted off to sleep, but I made no further attempt to take him. There was hope now of the possibility of another approach to my goal. I would fuck Kyle. It was just a matter of developing a new approach.

Over the next week I thought about the problem hard. I don’t know what made Anna pop into my mind, but there, suddenly, the possible solution to the problem was in my mind. I knew that Kyle would react well to Anna, and I knew from previous experience what Anna liked. With luck all three of us could get what we wanted. Kyle clearly wanted me to fuck him; he had said so constantly; he just needed his mental and physical barriers lowered. Yes, I thought, a surrogate could be just what we needed.

I had no trouble convincing Anna to be our surrogate. She was an accommodating lass who loved to be stuffed, and I had been with her before in the arrangement I was planning. She would have no illusions what her role would be; she just appreciated big cock from handsome men, and both Kyle and I could give her what she wanted in that department.

And Kyle proved to be taken with Anna too, just as I knew he would be. On the designated evening, we gathered for a brief period of shared wine and foreplay in my living room and then I sent Kyle and Anna off to my bedroom to become much better acquainted. I told Kyle that I would be joining them after he had gotten comfortable with Anna and to the extent that he could remain comfortable with me giving them both attention.

I waited for twenty minutes and then I stripped down and climbed the steps to my loft bedroom. Anna was still on her knees between Kyle’s thighs, sucking his cock big, and he was playing with her tits with one hand and had his other hand stretched across her back and a finger searching between the crease between her butt cheeks. They were both fully naked. I sat on a chair well within sight of Kyle and kept my eyes locked on his, while I stroked my cock and Anna rose up from the floor and straddled Kyle’s thighs. She took his cock in her hand and guide it inside her and then she moved up and down and back and forth on his joystick while sitting in his lap.

After Anna had gotten Kyle really worked up and pumping her cunt with his cock, I came onto the bed behind Kyle and rubbed his shoulder muscles and his nipples while he and Anna were pumping each other. I let him feel my engorged cock in the small of his back, and he alternated between kissing Anna’s lips and mine.

When Kyle was obviously comfortable with this sharing, Anna, as prearranged with me, came off of Kyle’s lap with one leg and, without losing her encasing of his cock, brought both of them down on their sides. I then moved behind Anna and entered her ass with my cock. I had done this before with Anna, and she moaned her welcome of this double penetration, Kyle pumping her cunt and me pumping her ass.

The woman Kyle and I now were sharing was compliant and flexible and moaning loudly, sandwiched there between us. She was languidly writhing between us, satisfied with the double filling, not caring that my intention was that we would actually be making love to each other, Kyle and I. I took Kyle’s hand and placed it covering the root of both of our cocks, so close together, both buried inside the trembling Anna. And I held it there with my hand, making Kyle fully feel where the three of us were joined so intimately.

Kyle could feel our cocks together, so close together as they gently stroke in and out of Anna. His hand was rubbing against both cocks at the root, with my hand covering his, Kyle and I sharing our sharing of the woman and each other. Kyle obviously found this arousing, as I had intended him to do. His free hand wrapped itself around one of my firm butt cheeks, pushing me in and out, giving me the rhythm of my fuck inside the woman’s ass. My other hand other hand moved to between Kyle’s chest and Anna’s, bringing her nipples against Kyle’s, rubbing and tweaking them together.

I held Kyle’s eyes in mine and I could see the rising passion and lust in his eyes. He was melting to me with the help of the surrogate woman. I moved into a lip lock with him over Anna’s shoulder. We were both searching deeply each other’s mouths and tongues.

Anna cried out and went rigid as we both ejaculated inside her, simultaneously, and our cream flowed out of her ass and cunt and met and mingled under our finger-laced hand.

We all lay there panting. Kyle started to move away, but both Anna and I held him there with us and we started the dance of love all over again. Both Anna and I focused on bringing Kyle back to arousal with our hands and lips, and within a short time, Kyle’s hips were in motion once more and I could tell from Anna’s sighs and moans that his cock was once more alive and stroking inside her.

I left Anna then and came around to the other side of Kyle and tongued his ass as he pumped the surrogate woman. He hardly seemed to notice; he didn’t object, even if he noticed when I started to finger fuck him in rhythm with his fucking of Anna. What I had set in motion had successfully taken his mind off of my fucking him.

He didn’t tense up at all this time as I entered him with my cock and ran slowly in all the way to the hilt. He was in full rut now, enjoying his second go at Anna and even more aroused at my lovemaking inside his ass.

When Anna had seen that I had successfully breached Kyle’s defenses, she left us, as prearranged, and Kyle and I continued making love, me stroking his ass deeply and vigorously with my cock and turning him in various positions, for the next half hour or more. He was moaning and groaning his love for what I was doing with him, with no evidence of the fear or tenseness that had previously plagued us, and I knew that we no longer would have trouble with me fucking him deeply and hard all thanks to our surrogate, Anna.

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He was fuming, as he sat there staring over at Ken. It was like he had suddenly become a different person in the blink of an eye. They had been sharing their lives for over two years now, and this was really their first fight. Still it wasn’t right and he’d be damned if he would be the one to give in. Ken could go fuck himself he thought, as he stared at his lover.

Ted felt his body being rigid as he looked at Ken’s own angry glare at him. Well tough, he could stare just as hard and set his head on his hands, keeping his eyes showing only his anger. Though as he looked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret inside. In all honesty it wasn’t all Ken’s fault, though he wasn’t about to say that to him. Let him stew he thought, as he let the moment replay over and over in his mind.

Ken was one of those pretty boys, and it was a good description for him. Ted still wasn’t sure what had brought them together, or why someone like Ken would even look at someone like him. Still they had enjoyed their time together, right from the start. It had been an amazing introduction for him, into the world of knowing that someone was waiting for him every night. It had been his secret desire for a long time, and then to find someone like Ken who shared that concept, well it was like he had won the lottery or something.

No mistake, Ken wasn’t ideal nor was he. Still, it didn’t really bug him too much that when they went out, it was Ken who garnered the stares, the drooling look of those who wanted what he, Ted had. In some ways it was gratifying to watch the other old farts drool when they would walk into the bar, or at some party. They all flocked around Ken, which he didn’t really mind. After all who wouldn’t want some tall blond God to be on their arm?

He had a charm, a smile that could light up an entire city if you could bottle it. The face was soft, and the lips seemed to always be moist and ready, which they were when they got home. Man could he suck a cock, and yet make it seem like you were his first. He had that kind of charm, that kind of aura that just made this fight all the more painful. Ken had been his ideal mate, the perfect addition in his life, and now he felt like it was all over. Maybe Ken was right though, maybe he did over analyse things, but damn it, he couldn’t help it.

To begin with, he wasn’t as lucky as Ken was, in the looks department. His hair was receding, and his waistline was expanding. The typical result of hitting middle age and yet Ken hadn’t seemed to mind at first. Now it was a bit different, or was it?

Thinking about it, Ken always did poke jibes at his looks, at how he enjoyed watching Ted’s belly shake when he laughed. Hell, it wasn’t that much of a belly, but now that he thought about it, Ken did make an issue of it before tonight. So why the fuck was he so upset by that and the other comments? Okay, so Ken had one of those flat washboard stomachs, so he could eat a ton of greasy food and not put on a pound. He accepted that, or did he? Maybe he was jealous, like Ken had said?

He grimaced inside, knowing it wasn’t true. He wasn’t jealous of Ken, least not because he was thin. He rather enjoyed the firm look that Ken had. The way his legs were solid and how hard they felt when wrapped around his own body, as he took Ken’s dick inside. Now that wasn’t something to be jealous of, but to enjoy, which he did each time they made love.

So Ken was wrong about that, just as he was wrong that Ted was jealous of how the others would look at him. Hell, he rather enjoyed it actually. Their so called friends could drool all they want, it was him that went home each night with Ken. He couldn’t blame them, specially when Ken was decked out. The tight jeans he wore did show off his package. So wasn’t that the idea? If only those other queens knew how that package got bigger when he would take the pants off. Man their eyes would pop out of their sockets.

Ken had a huge dick, one that he loved watching grow from being soft, to being the drilling machine that routinely ploughed his ass. God, that was a feeling he couldn’t get enough of. To have him spread his legs, then split them as he entered him, was a feeling he never tired of. It would make him scream at first, then reduce him to a quivering mass of moaning jelly. Ken knew how to fuck, and please him in ways no one ever had before. So why the fuck would he be jealous of some asshole’s comment?

Sitting there now, he felt rather stupid. After all, Calvin was notorious for being a shit disturber, and why should he believe him? Ken was right about that, and as he continued his silent staring contest, he could see that Ken was hurt by it all. Oh sure he had his tough guy look on, but he could see past that. Ken really wasn’t all that tough, though he liked to think he was. He was a teddy bear really and his eyes softened a little, as he realized how much Ken meant to him.

Calvin was just raising his normal shit, but he had hit a nerve. Ken was right too, he did worry too much when there wasn’t anything to worry about. Ken had lots of opportunities to move on, to go with others who had money, had position, but he hadn’t. He was right to point that out, to show that he did care for him. After all, why would he come home to Ted every night for the last two years, if he didn’t have feelings for Ted? It made sense, but he hadn’t wanted to see that, and that was now nagging at him.

That first time had been unreal, and he had wondered even then why Ken had come home with him. It was a thought that somehow didn’t seem to go away, despite the wild night of sex they had that first time. Hell, he could still visualize it now, the way Ken had looked as he had taken off his shirt, showing him that chiselled chest. It still looked that way, even today. His eyes had popped out as he had stared at Ken’s naked body. The way his balls hung from under the semi erect cock. They just dangled there, looking so damn full and delicious too.

Ken had only smiled and had cupped them in his hand, and sort of pushed them out a little, as if offering them to Ted. Naturally he had taken the bait, and had gotten down on his knees, right then and there, and began to kiss the leathery sac, then slowly take each one into his mouth. His tongue had licked them and he had heard Ken’s moans as he sucked on his balls. Fuck, that was one turn on and it led to him looking up, to stare into the glazed eyes of Ken.

He could see that look now, the one that made his heart skip a few beats. It really was amazing at how Ken had been transformed into something even more desirable than when he had first spied him at the bar. Now here they were, totally different look in their eyes. He felt himself grow uncomfortable as he realized that Ken wasn’t really all that wrong. He shouldn’t have let Calving get to him, but damn it all, Ken was almost 20 years his junior. It was hard to accept that someone that looked like Ken, would want him.

It didn’t make sense, wasn’t logical and yet just as Ken had said to him not more than a half hour ago, love wasn’t logical, or sensible. He was hurt when he had said that, and looking at him now, Ted could see he was still hurt. His heart ached as he realized, Ken wasn’t wrong. Love wasn’t just about the sex, though he had to admit, it sure as hell felt good each time they got it on. It was more than that, and Ken hadn’t just been around to bump and grind with him. He had been there for the other stuff too. Like when Ted had gotten the stomach flu. It was Ken who had stayed home from work, to look after him.

Looking over at Ken now, he smiled a bit, recalling how when he was beginning to feel better Ken had commented that maybe he should parade around in a nurse’s outfit, to sort of get Ted’s interest. After all, they hadn’t done anything for a few days. It had made him realize that he was feeling better, as his cock had instantly sprung up when Ken had reached under his blanket to tickle him there. The smile on his face though had been amazing, making him warm all over. He had felt the love, and okay, yes they had wound up having sex, but it was worth the exhaustion he felt afterwards.

Ken had really been different then too. It wasn’t their normal sex, not wild or anything, but more tender, more sedate at first. He had sucked on his cock, slowly bringing him to a high state of arousal. The way he had licked at his cock, sucked on his balls, even touched him had been done slowly, methodically, and tenderly. No quick wham bam thank you either, though in all honesty they never were that boring.

Sex between them had always been long and very satisfying, for both of them. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had his turn on top, or in being first either. Ken never seemed to mind when Ted wanted to enter his ass. He was a willing partner, who shared his entire body with Ted, so why the fuck did he worry so much about their relationship? Why did he let Calvin or anyone for that matter, make him doubt how much Ken loved him?

As he sat there, he recalled all the past times together. How Ken would always caress his body, how his touch was always full of love and adulation. There wasn’t any hesitation when it came to having sex. Ken never once held back either, of that he was sure.

The way he would need him, to either shoot his load over Ted’s heaving chest, or deep down into his throat, was always out of desire, not duty. It wasn’t like he had to act that he wanted to share all of himself with Ted.

He sighed, his eyes lowered as he realized what an ass he was being. He loved Ken, and he knew with certainty that Ken loved him as well. It wasn’t physical as he had yelled at Ken, it was much more than that. Yes, they were physical with each other, passionate really. The way they would each touch the other, kiss deeply. It wasn’t out of just a physical need, but a spiritual one, or so he was finally beginning to accept.

Ted was aching for Ken, even now as he looked up to see Ken looking at him. He could see the hurt now, more than before and it made his heart ache too. There was no denying his feelings, or those that Ken held for him. Slowly he stood up from the chair and stepped over to sit next to Ken.

He put his arm around the younger man, feeling a slight tingle inside as his body touched Ken’s. The attraction was stronger than ever, as Ken put his head on Ted’s shoulder. As he felt Ken’s head on his shoulder, he whispered his apology, telling him how much he really did love and trust Ken. It was the truth too, as he felt the young man cling to him, wrapping his own arms around his body.

The fight was over, and he felt changed too. Ted no longer felt like there was something he needed to find out, to wring out of his lover as he held him tightly. He was in love, screw the rest because at last, he felt complete. He lifted up Ken’s face to stare at him. Smiling he bent his own head down and kissed his lover on the lips, then wiped away the few tears around the corner of the eyes.

Ken smiled up at him, as they looked into each other’s faces. Time somehow, was stilled, as they looked deep into each other’s very soul. Ken smiled and stood up, his hand outstretched towards Ted, and with that glint back in his eyes, Ted accepted the hand and stood up.

As he was about to once more apologize, Ted reached up with his fingers, to place them on Ted’s lips, to stop him from speaking. It was suddenly like it was all over as he led Ted back towards the bedroom. The fight was over, now came the making up. Ted felt his cock stiffen, as he followed behind Ken, admiring the nice firm cheeks of his lover.

He was drooling, just like all the others did when they stared at Ken, but as he followed him into their bedroom, he smiled, wiping his drool from his lips. They can drool all they want, he thought, he was the one who got the ultimate prize, Ken.

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