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1.

The teens pair off two by two like animals boarding Noah’s ark—except for Jim. And like those beasts, he thinks, they’re as unreasoning about what draws them to the amusement park each summer. They come on instinct: girls with sticky pink bubble gum, boys with tawny arms, like Jim’s, roped with muscle from hauling hay and fence posts all summer, skin tanned deep from the sun.

Jim’s eyes catch on Bobby Johnson’s throat as he throws his head back laughing. Bill Rogers’ shirt stretches across his shoulders when he wraps an arm around Patty Evans. Jim drops his eyes to his shoes whenever he senses someone might look his way. Or, if he’s caught, shifts his gaze to something else in the same line of sight—the ticket booth, the moon display sign.

He can practically feel the heat coming off their bodies as they stand impatiently in the crowded line for the lunar display. It’s the new feature, added since President Kennedy’s promise to land a man on the moon, and the only reason Jim is there at all. He doesn’t care for the tired exhibits or the rides, and especially not the freak show. The two-headed calf, the bearded woman, and the rest fill him with unease for the singular creatures without a kind of their own.

He’d read about Disneyland’s Rocket to the Moon exhibit, but California is so impossibly distant it might as well be the actual moon, so the amusement park has to do. But when the doors open and the crowd moves into the display area and the dumb teens gasp, Jim sighs. He didn’t expect Disneyland, but what he sees is not just inferior—it’s altogether wrong.

The display is in a darkened room, the floor covered with gray sand and gravel. Boulders made of chicken wire covered in gray tarp, Jim guesses. The flimsy walls are painted indigo to simulate the night sky, with tiny white lights twinkling through them—a sad excuse for distant stars.

Worst of all are the plants—plastic, Jim assumes—spray painted gray, with pointed leaves and curling fronds. As if there could be vegetation on the airless moon. The diorama he’d made for the science fair was far more accurate, if a fraction of the size, and no further than his own bedroom.

The other teens stand by, dumb and unthinking. The girl nearest him chews cotton candy, her hand snaking around the muscled arm of her boyfriend. He’s good-looking, with a cowlick at the crown of his sandy hair, and the short sleeves of his white t-shirt rolled halfway up his shoulder. He’s that type, so at ease in his own body.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the guide announces, “you are looking at the surface of the moon, or our best approximation of it!”

A speaker crackles and plays President Kennedy’s words, uttered just a year earlier:

This nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the Moon and returning him safely to the earth.

“But what will we find there?” the guide asks. “What new life will we encounter? What wonders? What… menaces? What of the Man on the Moon?”

2.

On cue, one of the constructed boulders nearest Jim shifts as something—or someone—lunges out of hiding. It’s the same gray as the surroundings, but it has ribbed arms and dull talons for fingers, reaching out for the girl beside Jim. She shrieks and folds into her boyfriend. The guy pulls back an arm to throw a punch, but his elbow hits Jim hard, knocking him to the gravel floor.

Curled up on the gravel, blind in one eye except for the stars flashing there, Jim makes out the boy throwing the punch being spun away by something—or someone—stronger. Girls scream, and red, white, and pink sneakered feet stomp on and around him. Jim hears the guide say,

“What the—Jesus Christ!”

Amid the chaos, with his one good eye, Jim sees only two feet moving with clear intent, but unlike the others, they’re dark and scaled, reptilian, making their way purposefully toward him. The Man on the Moon.

“Kid,” a muffled voice says. “You okay?”

Cold, rubbery hands pull Jim up off the floor, where he can better see the alien—or the alien costume. It’s ridiculous, more sea monster than spaceman, with big fishy eyes and gills, painted gray to match the cheesy display.

When let go to stand on his own, Jim’s legs go wobbly. As he drops, the monster catches him and lifts him in its arms. It walks away, carrying him like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, as if Jim is as weightless as the chicken wire boulders.

He can hear, as if very far away, the voice of the guide saying, “What a mess. Take care of this shit.”

And then, even more distantly, the recorded voice of the President on the crackling speaker:
We choose to go to the Moon! We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.

The Man on the Moon carries Jim to a set of doors, backing into them to open, bringing him into a cooler, quiet dark room filled with cardboard boxes. As the door closes behind them, the monster gently sets Jim down on a workbench, helping him into a sitting position. His head aches and his eye struggles to see right, but he manages to stay upright.

The monster crouches, grasping at the gills on its neck with webbed, clawed hands, twisting side to side. “God damn it,” it says, and its head comes off in its hands, revealing underneath just a man. Of course.

He’s a rough-looking guy, with a blunt nose and short-cropped blond hair. His lips are full, jaw covered with dirty blond scruff. Free from his costume, the man shakes a spray of sweat from his head, just a trace of it misting Jim.

“You okay, kid?” he asks again. His eyes are cool blue and crinkle at the corners when he breaks into a full smile.

3.

“I…” Jim sputters, holding a hand to his head, trying to cover his hungry stare. He feels something wet at his fingertips and, looking, sees blood.

“Oh boy,” says the man in the monster suit, bending at the waist and cocking his handsome head to assess. “That’s gonna be a shiner. Maybe a stitch or two up there.” He grazes Jim’s forehead with his rubbery hand, and Jim winces. “Oh yeah.”

Jim feels a little queasy, but he’s not sure how much is from the sight of his own blood and how much is being so close to the handsome carny with the deep voice.

“Let me get out of this damn thing,” the man says, tugging at the arms of the monster costume. It sways side to side, loosening but not much more. “God damn it. Kid, would you unzip me?”

Jim is unsure what he’s being asked, but the man turns around and points with a gloved thumb at his back. Jim sees a sturdy zipper running down the back of the costume, from his shoulders to the small of his back.

Still seated on the workbench, Jim grasps the zipper with one hand—his other pressed to his aching eye—and pushes against the man’s sturdy back. With some effort, he yanks the zipper down in jerks, the rubbery suit splitting to reveal the man’s flesh beneath. He’s tan and sweaty, and when Jim lets his fingertips run down his spine, tiny blond hairs spring up after his touch.

The man turns and pulls at one side of the collar, then the other. The tip of his tongue juts between his teeth as he concentrates, and Jim feels a stirring in his underwear, swallowing down a gulp.

The costume loosens and slowly peels off the man’s muscled shoulders—not boyish muscles like the teens Jim knows, not even after summer’s farm work, but dense and adult.

“They didn’t make this damn thing for one man to get in or out of,” he says with a smirk, twisting his arms out, one and then the other. They’re inked with tattoos, which Jim has never seen in person—like a sailor in Moby Dick or Treasure Island.

The heavy costume falls to his waist, exposing the broad V from his brawny shoulders to his slim hips. His chest muscles are squared off like a movie star’s, with pink nipples and sparse blond hair running in a faint trail down his belly. More tattoos: on his arms, his flanks.

Jim is tempted to count them—there must be twenty at least—but between the ache in his head and in the crotch of his jeans, he’s not so concerned with the number as he would be otherwise.

The man slides out of the bottom of the costume, pulling out his legs one at a time. Standing in just a pair of boxers, his bare legs are firm, hairier than his torso but the same dull blond, and there are more tattoos on his thighs.

He shudders off more sweat, wipes his chest and belly with his hands like windshield wipers, then rubs them on the rear of his boxers before extending one to shake.

He asks Jim’s name and then offers his own.

“Orville,” he says, his hand still damp in Jim’s. His voice is thick and warm, with a lazy Southern twang, smooth as Elvis on a late-night radio. “Let’s see about that eye.”

4.

Orville gingerly pries Jim’s hand from his forehead to inspect the damage. His brows knit, and again the tip of his tongue juts between his lips as he focuses, head cocking side to side.

“We can put in a couple of stitches,” he says.

Jim’s never had stitches before and is surprised at the news—but mostly at the word “we.”
Orville hoists a metal toolkit from the floor and rummages inside for a spool of thread and a needle. Jim gulps. He realizes the man means to take care of it himself, right there in the filthy backroom behind the lunar display.

Jim asks if that’s wise, if maybe they shouldn’t get a doctor, or at least a nurse.

“Oh,” Orville says, his carefree tone sounding more feigned than genuine to Jim. “No need to make a fuss. The bosses wouldn’t like that.” He smiles in a way that makes Jim’s balls pull up tight. “I’ll take care of you.”

Orville takes a flat glass bottle half full of amber liquid from the toolkit, twists it open, and offers it to Jim. He knows it’s booze, but not what kind—his family’s strict about alcohol.

Drinking is one of the many things his parents disapprove of.

He’d say no reflexively, but he’s anxious about the stitches, and he wants to seem more worldly to Orville. Also—maybe mostly—he wants to put his lips to the same bottle, to share even a trace of the man’s spit.

The liquor sears his mouth when he drinks, and he has to fight not to spit it out. He’s pretty sure he’s not fooling anyone. But he gets a mouthful down, then a second.

“That’s a good boy,” says Orville, beaming that smile again.

He runs the thread over his tongue to hone the tip, then loops it into the eye of the needle. When he approaches Jim, he grimaces. “It might hurt at first,” he says, rough finger on Jim’s forehead. Then it pierces him.

“Ow,” Jim says, shuddering.

“I know, I know,” Orville answers in a hush. “It’ll be over in a minute.”

As he works, the tip of Orville’s tongue juts out from his full lips and teeth, and Jim tries to think about how his spit was on the thread and now it’s in him. He’s the most handsome man Jim’s ever seen, and it might be worth a scar to have that.

True to his word, it’s over quickly. When it is, Orville cuts the thread with utility scissors from the toolkit. He picks out a little jar of greasy salve, scoops some out on two fingers, and gently applies it to the stitched gash, making Jim wince.

“‘S’okay, this’ll help keep it clean,” he says, cocking his head to admire his work. “That’ll heal up just fine. Just three stitches, right at the hairline.”

Jim reaches up to touch the area, feeling the salve.

“You’re a real tough guy,” Orville smirks. “Still pretty enough, though. Nice shoulders, slim hips. Must have the girls after you like flies on honey.”

No one ever commented on Jim’s looks before—much less called him pretty. The words catch his breath, and he feels a sudden hot wet streak on his cheek.

“Girls aren’t my problem.”

“Well, what is?” Orville asks.

“Never getting out of this place,” Jim answers.

He doesn’t mean the backroom or the amusement park, and he’s surprised to speak so honestly for maybe the first time ever.

“Oh, oh, oh,” says Orville, reaching out to catch the tear on Jim’s jaw. His thumb is rough, but his touch is gentle.

Jim’s breath catches as the man brings the tear to his face and sucks it from his thumb.
Orville cocks his head and smiles. “You’re a sad boy, just like me.”

Jim snorts and sniffles. “You don’t look so sad.”

Orville shakes his head and chuckles.

5.

The tattooed man hoists himself up beside Jim on the workbench, the muscles in his arms and chest swelling as he does. He sits so close Jim can feel the hair on his arms against his own. Jim sees the tattoos and the blue veins running through the man’s forearm and wrist, down to his hand, the fingers loosely curled, still slick with greasy salve

“I grew up just like you, I figure,” he says. “Couldn’t wait to get off the farm. Everyone said I was kinda pretty in the face, like you, and fit, so I went to California to get in the movies.”

Jim perks up at the mention of California. “You look like you could be in movies.”

“Well, joke’s on us, kid. There’s a hundred guys on every block like me in Hollywood.”
Jim’s eyes trace the intertwined masks—comedy and tragedy—inked on Orville’s bicep. A hundred men like this, walking down real streets. The thought makes his underwear feel tight.

“Working at gas stations, waiting tables. Other things too, to get by. Waiting for a big break. I didn’t have the money to wait it out.”

“That’s why…?” Jim looks around the improvised storage room.

“It’s work,” Orville answers. “The movies were never gonna happen. And I like to travel. Do different things. Sometimes I’m lubing up the Tilt-a-Whirl, sometimes I sing. Sometimes I’m the Man on the Moon.” He nods at the discarded monster mask on the ground. “Sometimes a bandit for the wild west show.” He picks up a black mask, covers the top half of his face, his blue eyes visible through the cut-out slits. He points a finger like a pistol. “Yippee ki yay.”

Oddly enough, the mask makes him even more arousing. “I can be whatever they want me to be.” 

“And… these?” Jim asks, pointing to, but not touching, a big tattoo in the shape of a bull on Orville’s thigh.

“Just picked ’em up along the way. After the first you get a taste for ’em.” He sets the mask down and touches the bull Jim’s pointing at. “That was… that was Bill. Just a roustabout, like me.””This one?” Jim asks, touching the dice on Orville’s ribs.

“Never got his name. Card sharp at a fairground. Kansas.”

Jim’s finger finds the lion on his bicep. “Leo,” Orville says, voice going soft.

There are dozens more, Jim notes. “Are they each for a… man?”

Orville shrugs. “Reckon so.”

Jim inhales. So many tattoos. So many men.

He reaches closer, his fingers nearing the dark green pigment. “Can I…? I never…”

Orville holds up his arm to flex slightly, and as Jim’s fingers make contact, he rests a hand over Jim’s, pressing it down. “You can touch anything you want, buddy.”

Jim traces his fingers over the images inked onto the man’s firm bicep, then over his shoulder, noticing all the minuscule blond hairs and freckles. If his eyes were closed, he couldn’t tell the skin was inked at all. He touches his thick neck and collarbone, and Orville leans back to give him access. Then—heart pounding—he touches the plush muscle of the man’s chest, stopping at the burning heart tattooed there.

“Did they… did they hurt?”

“Just the one,” Orville says, with a soft smile, tapping the heart on his chest. His eyes water up like Jim’s did earlier. “See?”

Following Orville’s example, Jim reaches out to catch a tear on his finger and puts it in his mouth. It’s salty, just like his own.

The workbench creaks as they lean in close enough to butt noses. Jim’s imagined this a thousand times, quick and guilty under his bedsheets, but never thought how loud his heart would pound in his ears when it happened. Still, he inhales deeply as he presses his lips to those of the Man on the Moon, and his hand sinks down to the solid mound in the man’s crotch.

6.

Orville sinks onto his back, the workbench creaking beneath him. Jim’s hands tremble as he pulls down the man’s boxers, but steady when he wraps them around Orville’s cock—thick and hot in his palm, bigger than he’d imagined. When he takes it in his mouth, Orville’s whole body tenses. “Oh, buddy,” he whispers, voice rough.

The taste is sharp, salty. Jim feels the strength in Orville’s thighs under his palms, his own cock straining against his jeans. He works it with his mouth and hand, feeling Orville’s hips jerk in response, until Orville lifts his face with just a finger.

“You like that?” Orville asks, his hands running up Jim’s torso, slipping under his t-shirt. “Let me see you.”

Jim awkwardly pulls off his shirt. Orville’s eyes linger, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, voice rough and low—the Elvis drawl unmistakable. His thumb traces the muscle along Jim’s arms, chest, stomach—all the work of long days in the sun. “Goddamn. You really don’t know how good you look, do you?”

Jim flushes, heart pounding. He kicks off his hi-tops, fumbles out of his jeans—he doesn’t care how eager he looks. He’s been waiting his whole life for this.

He straddles Orville, pulling the heavy cock to rest against the tender spot in his rear, more ambition than experience. Orville’s hands grip his hips, strong and steady, thumbs pressing deep into Jim’s flesh.

“Whoa, buddy.” Orville’s palms slide up Jim’s ribs anchoring him. “Easy. Let’s take care of you.”

“I want to,” Jim says, voice trembling with need. He’s played with himself before, with fingers and other things, but nothing like this—nothing so real.

“Okay,” Orville chuckles, his drawl soothing. “But hold on.”

The salve is cold at first. Orville’s thick fingers circle Jim’s hole, slicking him up, then gently pressing inside—one, then two, twisting and opening him. The stretch makes Jim gasp, but Orville’s other hand is always there—stroking his thigh, rubbing his belly, grounding him as he opens. Jim rocks back, greedy for more, the ache blooming into pleasure.

His voice sounds different, deeper. “I want to.”

Orville’s eyes darken. “Take all the time you need.”

When Jim finally sinks down, he feels the blunt head of Orville’s cock push against him, stretching him open. The pressure is sharp, overwhelming, but Orville’s hands never leave his hips, holding him steady as Jim breathes through it, inch by inch, until he’s full.

“Oh, fuck,” Jim groans, sweat prickling his brow. Orville’s hands are everywhere—thumbing the hollow of his hips, stroking his belly, sliding up his side to cup his jaw.

“Breathe,” Orville whispers, the syllables deep and humming. He thrusts up slowly, letting Jim set the pace, hips rising to meet him.

“I can’t… I can’t,” Jim chokes out, breath hitching, the sharp pain threatening to overwhelm him.

Orville’s hands don’t falter. His thumbs rub slow circles on Jim’s hips, steady and sure.

“Breathe,” he whispers.

Then, just as Jim thinks he can’t take another second, something shifts deep inside him—a warmth spreading, softening the ache, turning it into a wave of pleasure that crashes through every nerve.

Jim gasps, eyes fluttering closed as the sensation blossoms, and he begins to move—slow at first, then surer, faster—guided by Orville’s steady hands and whispered encouragements.

The workbench creaks beneath them; sweat slicks their skin. Jim’s thighs burn, but it’s a fire he welcomes, each thrust pulling him deeper into a place he never thought he’d reach.

Orville’s hand slips down to stroke Jim’s cock, smearing the leaking head with leftover salve. His cock drives up, hitting something that makes Jim see white. Jim’s cock stiffens and shoots hot splashes marking Orville’s chest, streaking his tattoos. 

“Fuck, FUCK,” Orville growls, pulling Jim down hard, hips snapping up. Jim feels him pulse inside, filling him with heat, each thrust slowing but deepening until finally he collapses, boneless, on top of Orville.

The room smells like sweat and sex. Outside, the carnival music plays on, but in here there’s just their breathing, gradually slowing. Jim’s thighs shake. His ass aches. He’s never felt so good.

“Whooo,” the tattooed man. 

They laugh together and lie there, looking up at the drab ceiling as if it’s the nighttime sky.

Jim finds himself talking. He says things he’s never said before to anyone else. He talks about the planned Moon mission, and how the rocket has to break free of the earth’s gravity, and how it won’t be anything like the amusement park display. He talks about the relative weightlessness on the Moon, with its lesser gravity, only one sixth or so of Earth’s.

Orville pulls him down, kissing him hard. When they stop, Orville grins. “Here all week, if you want to come back.”

“Yeah?” Jim asks. There’s nothing he wants more. More than California or even the moon.

“Only next time,” Orville says, “I want you in me.”

Jim’s dick stirs at the thought.

Orville raises an eyebrow. “Or maybe we don’t have to wait.”

7.

Afterwards, they lie side by side on the workbench together, cooling as their sweat evaporates.

“You gonna get in trouble for being here so long?” Jim asks.

“Nah. Maybe get chewed out. Not too bad.” Orville grins and raises an eyebrow. “Errybody likes me pretty well.”

Jim can see why.

Orville lifts his arm and points to the bare skin inside his bicep. “Was just thinking of getting a rocket ship inked right there, to mark the day. You think?”

Jim asks, “Really?”

“You got that scar on your noggin,” says Orville. “Seems like a fair trade.”

Jim says he’d like that a lot.

He likes being here. He’s never felt like himself with a man before. He wants to stay, but soon they’ll both be missed in the outside world. They both know it, and without saying more, they rise to clean up and get dressed. It’s hard to wipe off the greasy salve from their bodies with just rags, and awkward to use a bucket as an improvised toilet. They’re slow about it.

They part with a kiss, and a last invitation from Orville: “I’m always down for hanging around.”
Orville has Jim go out first, staying behind to put things in order.

When Jim exits into the cool gray of the lunar display, he nudges a gray boulder with the toe of his sneaker and it rolls away, nearly weightless. From there, he emerges into the hot late afternoon sun and the clamor of the amusement park.

He maneuvers through the crowd, vaguely aware of the screams, the scent of buttered popcorn and fried dough, the sight of fluffy clouds of cotton candy, the screech and grind of the rides. The other teens seem distant now. Childish.

His lips are tender from kissing, and his hips will be bruised in the shape of Orville’s hands. There’s a slickness in his underwear, temporary. But permanent as the scar on his brow, he’s changed.

Striding down the side of the road home, he kicks some sandy gravel and then a stone, watching it skip to its next destination. Another follows, and he jumps the next one, then a larger one. His pace picks up to a trot, and before he knows it, he’s running. Bounding over the earth as if gravity has loosened its grip on him. He feels as if he could run all the way to the moon.

END 

In the dimly lit chamber of his personal quarters, the mighty Sangheili warrior, known among his kin as ‘Thel ‘Vadam, felt an uncontrollable surge of energy coursing through his veins. His mandibles quivered with anticipation as he lay sprawled on his bed, the sheets sticking to his sweat-drenched skin. The mood swings and insatiable hunger that had plagued him for days had reached a crescendo, and he knew that the time had come. This was the Great Rut, a biological imperative that struck his kind once every seven years, driving them to procreate with a fervor that matched their warrior spirit. His eyes, normally a piercing shade of blue, had darkened to a deep, passionate purple, reflecting the intensity of his condition. His cock, thick and swollen, pulsed with a life of its own, and his oversized balls were tight and heavy with the promise of unbridled fertility. With a roar that echoed through the corridors of the ancient ship, ‘Thel ‘Vadam acknowledged the call of his biology, feeling as though he could sate his desires with an entire legion of willing partners. The Great Rut had begun, and the fate of his lineage rested heavily upon his mighty shoulders.

With a grip that could crush steel, ‘Thel ‘Vadam wrapped his large, calloused hand around his engorged member, feeling the heat and power pulsating within. He began to stroke it slowly, his movements deliberate and calculated, as if preparing for the most epic of battles. The velvety skin of his cock slid beneath his palm with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body that were both agonizing and exhilarating. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his breathing grew ragged as he imagined the faces of those who would soon succumb to his primal need. Each stroke grew more urgent, his hand moving faster, as he succumbed to the driving force of the Great Rut. The walls of his chamber seemed to vibrate with the echoes of his own moans, a symphony of desire that could not be contained. His mind raced with thoughts of the battles he had won and the enemies he had vanquished, all culminating in this moment of ultimate triumph and release. His body tensed, his muscles rippling with the effort to contain the explosion building within him. It was as if he could feel the very essence of his warrior spirit merging with the primal instinct to reproduce, creating a maelstrom of passion that threatened to consume him whole.

Driven by the unrelenting tide of the Great Rut, ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s hand began to move with the speed of a blitzkrieg, his strokes becoming more vigorous and demanding. His cock grew even larger, the purple veins standing out against the deep blue of his skin as the pressure built. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure that seemed to electrify his very soul, making his body quiver and his teeth clench. His breaths grew shorter and more ragged, and his heart hammered in his chest like a drum heralding the arrival of an unstoppable force. The tension mounted, his muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythmic dance of passion. The warrior within him roared for release, demanding that he claim his rightful place as the progenitor of a new generation of Spartan warriors. The room grew hazy with the scent of his arousal, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to thicken the very air around him. He could feel the climax approaching, a fiery crescendo that would unleash the torrent of his seed and satisfy the ancient hunger that gnawed at his core. His strokes grew erratic, driven by the unbridled need that had taken hold of his body. The moment was upon him, and he knew that nothing would stand in the way of the powerful release that was about to overtake him.

Just as ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s climax was about to reach its peak, the door to his chamber slammed open, interrupting his solitary ritual. In the doorway stood a female Sangheili, her eyes gleaming with the same feral hunger that gripped him. Her muscular frame was sheathed in a scant outfit that did little to hide the ample curves of her generous hips and the swell of her heavy breasts. Her skin, a rich shade of purple, was flushed with arousal, and she too bore the unmistakable signs of the Great Rut. She stepped into the room with a confidence that matched his own, her gaze locked onto his massive cock as it stood tall and proud, a testament to his virility. Recognizing the scent of her own kind in a similar state of need, she approached the bed with a predatory grace, her movements deliberate and seductive. ‘Thel ‘Vadam, momentarily stunned by the intrusion, felt his body respond anew to the presence of a potential mate. The sight of her, so ripe and willing, was almost too much to bear. With a snarl of primal desire, he ceased his solitary ministrations and beckoned her closer, the urge to claim her overwhelming his very being. The Great Rut had brought them together, and now it was time to fulfill their shared destiny.

The female Sangheili, her eyes never leaving his straining member, approached the bed with a fiery determination that mirrored ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s own. As she knelt beside him, he felt her hot breath on his swollen cock, and a tremor of anticipation shot through his body. Without a word, she leaned in, her soft, wet tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip. The contact was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through his body that made his toes curl and his muscles clench. With a growl of appreciation, ‘Thel ‘Vadam watched as she took the head of his shaft into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She began to suck and lick with an enthusiasm that spoke of her own need, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge with a skill that left him panting. Her hands roamed over his thighs, her claws gently scoring the skin as she sought to deepen the connection between them. The warrior’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took more and more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each eager suck. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her efforts, a symphony of passion that only served to heighten his desire. He could feel his climax approaching once more, a thunderous wave that threatened to break over him. But this time, it was not just his own hand that brought him to the brink—it was the warm embrace of another’s mouth, the promise of shared ecstasy, and the continuation of their ancient bloodline. The Great Rut had thrown them together, and in this moment, there was no denying the primal instinct that bound them as mates.

With a roar that could shake the very stars, ‘Thel ‘Vadam reached his peak, his hips bucking as he shot a torrent of cum into the eager mouth of the female before him. She took it all, her throat working to swallow the thick, potent seed that filled her to the brim. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she did not pull away, instead pressing closer to him, her own hunger for his essence undiminished. As he emptied himself into her, his grip on her head tightened, his entire body taut with the force of his release. The muscles in his abdomen contracted, and he felt his cock pulse with each spurt of cum that filled her mouth. Her stomach began to bulge, the sheer volume of his seed stretching her capacity to the limits, a testament to his strength and fertility. Yet she did not gag or protest, instead drinking him in with a fervor that matched his own. This was the way of the Great Rut, a joining of bodies and spirits that transcended all other needs and desires. As the final spasms of his climax subsided, ‘Thel ‘Vadam released her, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. The female looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her mouth overflowing with the proof of his potency. With a triumphant snarl, he knew that the first battle of the Great Rut had been won, and the promise of a new generation grew within her. But the war was far from over—the night was long, and there were many more battles to be fought before the dawn would break on the new era of their people.

With the intensity of the Great Rut guiding him, ‘Thel ‘Vadam wasted no time. He watched as the female Sangheili gracefully climbed onto the bed, her powerful legs parting to reveal her glistening, swollen pussy. Her scent grew stronger, an intoxicating aroma that fueled his desire even further. He positioned himself behind her, his still-hard cock pointing towards her wet, inviting entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her, the sound of their joining resonating through the chamber like a battle cry. The female arched her back, her claws digging into the bed as she let out a guttural moan of pleasure that echoed through the ancient ship. ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s hips pistoned, his cock plunging in and out of her with a ferocity that matched the rhythm of his heart. Her tight, slick walls clenched around him, her body undulating in time with his movements. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, a claiming of his right to sire offspring. He felt the heat of her core, the tightness of her muscles as they gripped him, urging him deeper. The friction was exquisite, the feeling of her wetness against his sensitive skin driving him closer to the edge of another climax. This was not just a mating—it was a fusion of their spirits, a sacred dance of passion that would ensure the survival of their kind. As they moved together, lost in the throes of the Great Rut, the warrior and his mate became one, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as the stars themselves. The night was long, and their passion burned like an eternal flame, promising a future filled with the cries of new life and the clash of swords. The Great Rut had claimed them both, and together they would conquer it, ensuring the legacy of the Sangheili lived on.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the ship, ‘Thel ‘Vadam climaxed once more, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied another voluminous load into the female’s welcoming embrace. Her stomach bulged even further, the excess of his seed spilling out of her and running down her muscular thighs, painting a vivid picture of their shared ecstasy on the bed beneath them. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she moaned deeply, her body shuddering with each pulse of his release. The sight of her, so full of his essence, so eager to carry his legacy, was almost too much for the warrior to bear. Yet the Great Rut demanded more, and ‘Thel ‘Vadam, ever the obedient servant to his biological imperative, complied. He withdrew from her, his cock still thick and engorged, and watched as the overflow of his cum glistened in the low light, a testament to his power and virility. He knew that this was just the beginning of the night’s conquests, and with each mating, the future of their kind grew more assured. The scent of their union filled the chamber, a potent mix of sweat, pheromones, and the promise of new life. As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, ‘Thel ‘Vadam felt the exhaustion of his body, but the fire of the Great Rut burned on, urging him to continue his quest for progeny. He turned to the female, whose eyes had not left his, and with a fierce growl, he claimed her once more, plunging his still-hard cock into her depths. The cycle of desire and release would continue until the Great Rut had been fully sated, and the line of the mighty Spartans was assured of its continuation.

Driven by the relentless force of the Great Rut, ‘Thel ‘Vadam reached down and gripped the female’s hips, pulling her back onto his cock as he flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, her belly hanging down, still bulging with the excess of his cum from their previous coupling. He aligned his swollen tip with the tight, puckered entrance of her ass, and with a snarl of determination, he pushed into her. The female’s grip on the bedclothes tightened, her body taut with the mix of pain and pleasure as she took his thickness anally. He fucked her with a ferocity that seemed to defy the very fabric of space and time, her ass stretching to accommodate his size. As he felt his climax approaching, ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s strokes grew more erratic, his body shaking with the effort to contain the torrent of seed that built within him. With a final, powerful thrust, he came again, filling her ass with his hot, potent cum. Her stomach bulged even more, the pressure of his release causing some of it to spill out of her mouth and ass, a visual representation of the overwhelming potency that surged through his veins. The warrior roared with triumph, his hips still jerking as he emptied himself into her. The female’s moans grew louder, her body convulsing with each spurt of his seed, her own orgasm riding the crest of his. As he withdrew, her belly remained distended, a testament to the sheer volume of his release. They both panted heavily, their breaths mingling in the still air of the chamber, as ‘Thel ‘Vadam took in the sight of her, used and satisfied, her body a vessel for his legacy. Yet the Great Rut was not yet sated, and the warrior felt the call to continue, to seek out more females to carry his seed and ensure the future of their kind. He knew that the night had only just begun, and the battles of passion were far from over.

With his cock still hard and slick with cum, ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s gaze fell upon the door, his thoughts already racing to the next female who awaited his embrace. He knew that the Great Rut demanded that he continue to spread his seed, to ensure the survival and strength of the Sangheili. He rose from the bed, his muscular form casting long shadows across the floor, and strode purposefully toward the exit. His steps were heavy with the weight of his need, and his cock bobbed with each movement, a clear sign of his readiness to conquer the night. The corridors of the ancient ship stretched before him, filled with the intoxicating scents of other females in heat, their own Great Ruts beckoning to him. He followed the scent, his instincts honed by years of war guiding him to his next conquest. The air grew thick with anticipation, and ‘Thel ‘Vadam could feel his blood pumping faster, his body ready to take on the challenge of the Great Rut once more. The echoes of his footsteps were the only sound in the otherwise silent halls, a solitary warrior on a quest of passion and procreation. As he approached the next chamber, the door slid open, revealing another female, her eyes alight with the same hunger that consumed him. He stepped through the threshold, his cock leading the way, ready to claim her and fulfill his destiny. The Great Rut had only just begun, and ‘Thel ‘Vadam was eager to conquer each battle that lay ahead, leaving no doubt that his lineage would live on through the ages.

‘Thel ‘Vadam’s journey through the halls was interrupted by the unexpected sight of a male and female Sangheili couple standing before him. Their eyes widened with a mix of awe and lust as they took in the sheer size of his throbbing cock, a clear indication of his fertile state during the Great Rut. The male, a seasoned warrior in his own right, stepped aside, his gaze never leaving ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s. The female, her own scent betraying her readiness, looked up at him with a mix of reverence and desire. She licked her lips, her eyes flickering with the unspoken offer of assistance. The male spoke, his voice gruff with need, “The Great Rut has chosen you well, brother. We stand ready to aid in the continuation of our line.” With a nod of understanding, ‘Thel ‘Vadam approached them, his massive cock swaying with each step. The female dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his, and took his length in her hands. With a gentle touch, she began to stroke him, her movements in sync with his own rhythm. The male positioned himself behind her, whispering words of encouragement as he reached around to cup her breasts, his own arousal evident. The trio, bound by the ancient rites of their kind, became a tapestry of passion, each feeding off the other’s desire. ‘Thel ‘Vadam knew that together, they would satisfy the demands of the Great Rut, ensuring the future of the Sangheili people.

‘Thel ‘Vadam felt the urgency of the Great Rut grow stronger as the female’s strokes grew more insistent. His cock swelled even further, the tip a deep shade of purple, begging for release. With a sudden, almost animalistic urgency, he pushed her down onto her back, her legs spread wide in invitation. He plunged into her wet, welcoming pussy with a ferocity that made her gasp. At the same time, the male Sangheili stepped closer, his own cock standing proud and eager. ‘Thel ‘Vadam felt the warm, wet pressure of the male’s shaft at his entrance, and with a grunt of acceptance, he pushed back, allowing the other warrior to penetrate him deeply. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a fusion of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through his body. The two of them moved in perfect harmony, the male’s thrusts matching ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s own as he fucked the female beneath him. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans of ecstasy, the three of them lost in the throes of the Great Rut. The female arched her back, her eyes locked on ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s as she felt the pressure of the male’s cock pushing against her womb through the thin barrier of her abdomen. The warrior felt his climax approaching again, the pressure building within him like a volcano about to erupt. He knew that together, they were creating a powerful alliance, a bond that would transcend the boundaries of the flesh and unite them in the sacred duty of procreation. The Great Rut had brought them to this moment, and together, they would satisfy its primal demands.

The intensity of the moment grew as ‘Thel ‘Vadam felt the male’s cock swell inside him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he released another flood of cum into the female’s welcoming body. Her stomach expanded even further, resembling a boulder in the throes of the Great Rut’s most fertile embrace. The sight of her so completely filled with his essence sent ‘Thel ‘Vadam over the edge once more, and he roared his triumph as his own orgasm claimed him. The male warrior, driven by the spectacle before him, could no longer hold back his own release. He pushed deep into ‘Thel ‘Vadam, his cock pulsing with the force of his climax. Although his own contribution was but a fraction of the warrior’s, the tiny bulge that formed on the Warrior’s abdomen was a testament to their shared effort. As they all collapsed onto the bed, spent and sated, ‘Thel ‘Vadam knew that the Great Rut had once again been served. Their union had been more than just a mere act of pleasure; it was a sacred rite that would echo through the annals of their people’s history, a testament to their unyielding strength and the enduring legacy of the Spartan bloodline. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices, and the trio lay there, panting and sweat-drenched, their hearts beating in unison with the pulse of their race’s survival. The Great Rut had bound them together in a way that no battlefield camaraderie could ever match, and ‘Thel ‘Vadam felt a deep sense of pride and belonging. But the night was still young, and the call of the Great Rut had not yet been fully answered. He knew that there were more females waiting for him, eager to be claimed by his mighty seed. With a final, lingering glance at the pair, he rose from the bed, his cock still at attention, and continued his quest through the ship’s corridors, driven by the relentless hunger that burned within him. The future of the Sangheili rested upon his broad, capable shoulders, and he would not rest until he had fulfilled hisAs ‘Thel ‘Vadam pulled away from the satiated female, his cock remained engorged, a clear sign that the Great Rut was far from over. The sight of his still-hard member, gleaming with the evidence of their union, only served to fan the flames of desire that burned within the two males. The female, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, watched as the warriors prepared for another round, her own body still quivering from the intensity of their shared climax. The air was thick with the musk of their passion, a potent reminder of the primal instincts that ruled them all during this hallowed time. With a renewed sense of urgency, ‘Thel ‘Vadam took the male’s cock in his hand, stroking it to fullness once more. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement to continue their quest for progeny. The Great Rut had brought them together in a dance of lust and destiny, and as they entwined their bodies once again, the warrior felt the unstoppable force of nature guiding him. The day stretched out before them, a marathon of mating and bonding that would leave them all drained yet fulfilled. They were but pawns in the grand design of their species’ survival, and as they succumbed to the relentless call of the Great Rut, they knew that they were playing their part in the never-ending saga of the Sangheili. The cycle of life and passion continued, unbroken and unyielding, a testament to the enduring strength of their lineage.

The male warrior looked up at ‘Thel ‘Vadam with a mix of anticipation and reverence, understanding the depth of the bond they were about to share. With a nod, he lay down beside the female, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his recent release. ‘Thel ‘Vadam positioned himself over the male, his massive cock poised at the ready. The male spread his legs, offering himself to ‘Thel ‘Vadam without hesitation. The warrior’s hand gripped the base of his own shaft, guiding it into the tight, hot embrace of the male’s body. The male’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was filled once again, his moan melding with the approving growl from ‘Thel ‘Vadam. The two of them moved in a rhythm that was at once fierce and tender, each thrust a declaration of their shared destiny. The female watched, her hand idly playing with her own swollen clit, her body still humming with the aftermath of her own orgasm. The sight of the two powerful males, locked in the embrace of the Great Rut, was a potent aphrodisiac, and she felt her own need stirring once more. As ‘Thel ‘Vadam claimed the male, he knew that their union was not just about personal pleasure, but the very continuation of their race. The Great Rut was a call to arms, and he was the weapon that would ensure their legacy endured. His strokes grew faster, more demanding, as he felt the climax building within him. The male’s body tensed, his muscles rippling with the effort to contain the warrior’s seed.

With a final, guttural roar, ‘Thel ‘Vadam reached the pinnacle of his climax, his body spasming as he released a voluminous amount of cum into the male beneath him. The force of his seed was so great that it not only filled the male’s ass, causing it to bulge like a boulder, but it also spilled out of his mouth and down his chin, painting the bed in a testament to their shared ecstasy. The male’s eyes widened with the sensation, his body shaking as he took ‘Thel ‘Vadam’s entire essence within him. The female, watching the intense scene unfold, felt her own arousal peak once more, her hand moving faster on her clit as she neared another orgasm. The warrior collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. The male beneath him lay still, his eyes glazed over with the intensity of their union, a small trickle of cum escaping from the corners of his mouth. ‘Thel ‘Vadam pulled out, his cock glistening and sated, and the three of them lay there, their hearts pounding in unison with the rhythm of the Great Rut. The room was a tableau of passion and primal need, the air thick with the scent of their mating. As the warrior’s seed slowly began to leak from the male’s ass, the female could not help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer power and vitality that the Great Rut had unleashed. The male’s swollen belly and the sticky mess that covered them were badges of honor, a sign that they had all played their part in the eternal dance of life and survival. As ‘Thel ‘Vadam caught his breath, he knew that the night was still young, and the Great Rut demanded more of him. He would rest briefly, regain his strength, and then continue his quest to ensure the future of the Sangheili, leaving a trail of satisfied males and fertile females in his wake. For now, though, he reveled in the afterglow of their shared passion, the bond between them stronger than any forged in the heat of battle.

Let me tell you about my buddy who I will name “Vince.” Vince is a little older than me and we met by messaging each other on Grindr. He’s a pretty built guy who was just as tall as I was, maybe a bit thicker. He has a girlfriend who I think was okay with him fucking around with other women, but didn’t know that he was also looking into messing around with guys too.

He was primarily looking for another guy to jerk off with. Nothing super serious and I thought it would be hot to have a jerk off buddy too. We met up and immediately got to jerking off.

He never touched another guy’s dick before, with mine being the first he’s ever touched. I can remember him commenting how he really liked the shape of it and how hard it felt. I jerked him off until he came all over my hand. His cum was so thick and warm. I didn’t cum, but it was hot to get him cumming.

We met a couple more times with things gradually getting a bit more curious from him. He asked if he could suck my dick and of course I said yes as someone who loves getting sucked. I can remember him kneeling before me, hesitating a bit as he first licked the head to taste the precum oozing out. Then he takes one hand and wraps it around my dick as his lips slowly wrap around my head and he slides on down. He was new to sucking dick so I didn’t want to ram my cock into his throat to make him gag and choke, so I let him go at his own pace. His moans when he would taste my precum was so hot though. Again, I didn’t cum, but got him to cum by jerking him off some more.

Things escalated a bit more with the next encounter as he asked me if I wanted to milk him. Of course, I wanted to. So he bent over for me as I lubed up my fingers and slid into his super tight hole. Damn was it tight because it was wrapping around my finger like a vice. I finger his prostate and give him enough pressure to make sure he’s feeling the pressure. As one hand finger fucks him, the other strokes his cock. He moaned so loudly as I was stimulating him and came in no time. He shot so much fucking cum from getting finger fucked by me. This was enough to get me so hard that he was finally able to see me cum after I jerked off and used his own cum as lube.

In between the time of us meeting and hanging out to jerk off or whatnot, we would chat and text each other. And something he mentioned a couple of times is that he thinks he would be okay with me fucking him. I told him that I’d be down once he felt ready. And that day finally came.

I could tell he was really nervous when he got to my house, the guy has never been fucked after all. When we sat on my couch, I was easing him into it a bit more by touching his thighs and reassuring him that if he wants to stop we can stop. But boy was he determined to finally get his cherry broken by me.

We pull down our pants and he’s already hard just at the thought of getting fucked by me. We do our usual of reaching for each other’s cocks and stroke and feel. I was precumming so much from the thought of fucking my friend who has been presenting himself as this “straight” guy for as long as I’ve been talking to him.

Gradually we both got harder and harder and heated up to the point that I couldn’t stand getting stroked and that I needed to fuck his ass. He gets down on all fours, his thick ass pointed at me.

I lube up my dick and slap it against his tight hole to tease him. He wags his ass at me a bit, almost begging me to slide it in him. Slowly, I enter his tight, puckered hole. I push past the tight ring of muscle and he let out the hottest moan I’ve ever heard him make. I press further and further inside him, going slow to ease him into it. He was so fucking tight, I swear my dick was going to get gripped and pulled off.

Once I get all the way inside him, he moans loudly again. I instructed him to take several deep breaths so he can get used to having me inside him. Once he felt more ready, I slowly start moving. I pull my cock out just enough to keep the head inside him before pushing back in.

When I pick up my speed, his breaths became a bit ragged and sweat was forming on his head. I squirt on a bit more lube to help with the tightness and friction to help with the speed I was fucking him at.

He moans softly with every single thrust hitting deep inside him, his cries of pleasure were nothing I ever heard him say before. “Fuck me! Fuck me! God that feels so fucking good!”

His hole felt so fucking good. It was so hot and tight, gripping around me with such an intensity that it felt like it would just suck me back in every time I moved back. I hit him deep and hard, my fingers digging into his hips and I thrust his thick juicy ass. Every time I thrust in, his ass would bounce. I slap his ass, making him moan. Each thrust was getting harder than the last.

I could feel his contractions with every thrust and I knew he was about to cum hands free. But I didn’t want him to yet.

“No, I want more,” he whimpers. I slow down my pace until I pull out. He looks back at me and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah, get on your back,” I tell him.

He does as I tell him and rests on his back. I pull his legs up over my shoulders and line my cock up with his hole that’s waiting for me to fill it up again. I push in, and the entry is much easier this time around. I push all the way in him and now I can see his face in all of its flushed pleasure. He moaned and his eyes were glossed over.

I pound my cock into him, his body shaking with every single thrust. His breathing gets ragged again and I can tell he’s enjoying himself with just how much he’s moaning and holding onto whatever is nearby to brace himself for each of my thrusts.

“Fuck me bro! Fuck your cock feels so good in me! I didn’t know it would feel so good having you fuck me!” he moans loudly. He was desperate for me to fuck him nice and hard.

I reach down and grab a hold of his cock and start stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. His moans were getting me into a lustful frenzy which only urged me to fuck him faster and harder.

I pound into him without abandon, making sure he feels every goddamn inch of my cock inside of him. Vince’s hole contracts around me and I knew he was close again. He cries out, “I’m cumming! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

He bangs his head against the floor, his eyes rolled back and in a total daze. Within seconds his thick hot cum shoots straight out of his hard cock and shoots all the way up his chest and drips down my hand that was stroking him. The moan he let out was so loud and so fucking hot.

With him tightening around my cock so much, I was ready to cum. I warn him, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Cum inside me bro! I want to feel your cum inside me!” he cries out, drooling and a complete cloudy mess.

I thrust in him some more, pushing deep and hard with each one. With one good thrust, I can feel the cum shoot out of my cock and inside of Vince’s tight hole. I let out a moan that mixes with his as he feels my hot cum filling him up. His ass clenches around me tightly to milk me dry. My cock pulsates to shoot out every drop of cum that I was holding in, and I was holding in a lot of cum that day.

Once I felt the last bit of cum shoot out, I slowly pull my cock out of his hole. He arches his back and moans when he feels the head of my cock pop out of his tight hole. I take a moment to catch my breath and wipe the sweat off my forehead. I reposition myself to kneel next to Vince’s head and slap my cum-covered cock against his face.

Without even needing to be told, Vince takes my cock into his mouth to taste the mix of my cum, sweat, and lube. He happily devours my cock and I watch his hungry mouth at work and admire the fact that he was once such a hesitant guy who now happily is taking my cock.

Notes

Well I am sorry if it says chapter 3 I’m new to this so bare with me and hope you like the story

Hell Of A Time

In the fiery wasteland of the Ninth Circle, where the screams of the damned echoed through the ash-filled air, Baron Zadkiel, one of the most feared demons in the hierarchy of hell, marched with purposeful strides. His cloven hooves clacked against the molten stone beneath him as he searched for the legendary Slayer, a warrior rumored to be capable of bringing an end to the eternal reign of torment. His twisted horns and eyes that burned like embers scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the fabled hero. The stench of brimstone and despair grew stronger as he approached a clandestine chamber, the entrance obscured by a veil of smoke and shadow. Curiosity piqued, the Baron stepped closer, only to be met with a sight that made his fiery cheeks flush with embarrassment. Inside, the formidable hellknight, Sir Castigus, was engaged in a most unexpected activity. With his towering frame bent over, his gleaming armor pushed aside, the hellknight was vigorously jerking off his colossal cock, a sight that would have sent lesser demons fleeing in mortification. Baron Zadkiel cleared his throat, the sound resonating like a thunderclap in the stillness. “Sir Castigus,” he boomed, “the time for your… leisure has passed. Rise and attend to your duties!” The hellknight’s eyes snapped open, a look of panic and humiliation crossing his face before he hastily rearranged his armor and stood to attention, his crimson face stark against the gloom of the chamber.

Sir Castigus shot to his feet, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the smoldering floor as he hastily tucked his still hard and pulsing cock back into his armor, the evidence of his mortal desires now a stark contrast to his stoic facade. The hellknight’s eyes darted towards the Baron, a mix of fear and embarrassment playing out in the fiery orbs. His cheeks, already red from his earlier exertion, grew even darker as he realized the gravity of his indiscretion. The air in the chamber crackled with tension as the Baron’s gaze bore into him, a silent question hanging between them: How could one of the most disciplined and feared soldiers of the inferno indulge in such a base and human act? The Slayer was out there, somewhere in the bowels of this very realm, and yet here he was, caught in a moment of weakness. The Baron’s voice, a symphony of gravel and flame, was the only sound to break the silence. “Your… distraction is noted, Sir Castigus,” he said, his tone measured but with a hint of disdain. “But now is not the time for personal indulgences. We have a warrior to find, a threat to eliminate. Now, fall in line and let us resume our search with the dignity befitting our station.” With a heavy sigh, the hellknight nodded, his shoulders squaring as he composed himself. The Slayer’s legend grew with every passing moment, and the fate of their dominion rested on their swiftness. No more time could be wasted on the fleeting pleasures of the flesh. Together, the Baron and the hellknight strode out of the chamber, the echo of their footsteps a grim reminder that duty called, and it was a siren song that could not be ignored.

As Baron Zadkiel turned to leave the chamber, Sir Castigus couldn’t help but steal a furtive glance at the demon’s form. The Baron’s muscular back was broad and powerful, his wings folded neatly behind him, but what truly captured the hellknight’s attention were the massive pecs that rippled like molten metal. They were so large and round that, even in the male-dominated realm of hell, one might mistake them for the voluptuous breasts of a succubus. Yet, it was when the Baron fully faced him that Castigus’ gaze was drawn to the most unexpected sight of all—his plump, watermelon-like ass. The demon’s leather armor hugged the ample curves, leaving little to the imagination. The hellknight swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing even deeper. He had never seen anything quite so… alluring on a creature of such power and authority. He quickly averted his eyes, hoping the Baron had not noticed his momentary lapse in discipline. With a sharp nod, Castigus fell into step behind the Baron, his thoughts racing as they marched onward into the fiery abyss. What secrets did the Baron of Hell hide beneath that stoic exterior? And why, of all things, did the Slayer’s quest now seem less pressing than the enigma of the Baron’s unexpected physical charms?

Before Sir Castigus could fully avert his gaze, Baron Zadkiel caught the hellknight’s eyes lingering on his voluminous form. With a sudden and surprising move, the Baron stopped in his tracks, turning to face Castigus with a wicked grin that stretched across his bestial face. “Well, if you insist,” he said, his tone teasing and filled with an unmistakable challenge. He stepped closer, positioning his plump ass directly in the hellknight’s path. The demon’s wings unfurled slightly, giving the illusion of a seductive wiggle, as if inviting the knight to indulge in the very act he had just been caught admiring. The world around them seemed to slow as Castigus’ eyes grew wide with shock and arousal. The Baron’s ass loomed before him, a fiery vision of temptation. Without a moment’s hesitation, the hellknight found himself face to face with the Baron’s posterior, his momentum carrying him forward until he was practically buried in the soft, warm flesh. Baron Zadkiel chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to echo through the caverns of hell. “Let us not waste any more time,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. With surprising agility, he pushed the knight down onto the molten stone floor and sat on his face, the act a clear assertion of dominance and a blatant invitation to indulge in the taboo desires that had just been revealed. The weight of the Baron’s body pinned Castigus, leaving him no option but to succumb to the fiery passion that had taken hold of them both. The Slayer would have to wait. For now, there was a different kind of battle to be waged—one fueled by lust and the forbidden allure of the Baron’s enigmatic charms.

The hellknight’s world was suddenly consumed by the smoldering heat and the surprisingly soft cushion of the Baron’s ass. As he lay there, his mouth open in shock, he felt the Baron’s hand wrap around his still-rigid cock, stroking it with a firm yet gentle grip. Castigus couldn’t help the muffled moan that escaped his lips, the sound lost in the enveloping warmth and weight of the demon’s flesh. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a potent mix of fear and desire that coursed through his veins like liquid fire. His body, trained for combat and discipline, betrayed him as it responded eagerly to the Baron’s touch, his hips bucking slightly against the unyielding stone beneath them. Baron Zadkiel’s chuckles grew louder, the vibrations rumbling through his ass and into Castigus’ face, sending shivers down the hellknight’s spine. The demon’s grip tightened, the strokes growing faster, and Castigus could feel his climax approaching like a stampede of the damned. Despite his best efforts to maintain control, the heat of the moment was too intense, too overwhelming. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he could do nothing but succumb to the fiery passion that engulfed him, his body jerking with the force of his release. The Baron, seemingly unfazed by the knight’s pleasure, held him firmly in place, his strokes slowing as the hellknight’s spasms subsided. The air was thick with the scent of brimstone and sex, a heady aroma that filled the chamber and left no doubt as to the nature of the power struggle that had just played out before them. With a final, mocking pat, the Baron stood, his leather armor squeaking as he adjusted himself. “Now, let us proceed,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “The Slayer will not wait for us to sort out our… personal matters.” And with that, the two powerful beings continued their quest, the tension between them now thick with an unspoken understanding and the unmistakable scent of lust that lingered in the air.

Baron Zadkiel’s eyes narrowed at Sir Castigus’ bold proposition, his tail swishing with restrained passion. The throb in his cock grew more insistent, a testament to the hellknight’s brazenness. For a brief moment, the Baron contemplated the offer, his gaze lingering on Castigus’ firm grip around his swollen member. Then, with a low growl, he leaned down, his breath hot against the knight’s ear. “Your insolence will be your undoing, Sir Castigus,” he warned, his voice a mix of desire and anger. But the challenge in the hellknight’s eyes only fueled the fire in his veins. With a swift movement, the Baron bent Castigus over a nearby outcrop of jagged rock, the knight’s armor clanking against the stone. The hellknight’s own arousal was evident as he braced himself, his muscles rippling with anticipation. The Baron’s massive cock, a weapon of hellish lust, slid into the tight, hot embrace of Castigus’ body, and the chamber echoed with the sound of their fierce union. Despite the pain, Castigus groaned with pleasure, his hands fisting the rock beneath him. The two demons moved in a frenzied dance of power and submission, the boundaries of duty and desire blurring with every thrust. Yet, even as they succumbed to their carnality, the shadow of the Slayer loomed over them, a silent specter urging them to complete their mission. The passion between them grew more intense, a conflagration that threatened to consume them both. But in the heart of hell, even the most primal instincts must bow to the will of the damned, and so the unlikely pair found themselves torn between the call of the flesh and the call of the hunt.

The ground beneath them trembled with the approach of the Slayer, a figure that emerged from the fiery haze with the grace of an avenging angel. The Slayer, a warrior of legend, was unmistakable with his gleaming sword and twin revolvers, each one etched with ancient runes of banishment. He stepped into the chamber, the light from his holy aura casting stark shadows on the Baron and Sir Castigus’ entwined forms. The hellknight’s eyes widened with horror as he realized the magnitude of their distraction, his belly swollen with the Baron’s thick cock still buried deep within him. Baron Zadkiel, his movements unbroken, snarled over his shoulder, “Choose wisely, human,” as he continued to pound into Castigus. The Slayer’s expression remained unreadable, but his hand hovered over the bulging crotch of his combat pants, hinting at his own desires. “Continue,” he said, his voice a thunderous command that seemed to resonate with the very essence of hell itself. The demonic duo exchanged a look of disbelief before they obeyed, their rhythm increasing as the Slayer watched, his own arousal growing with every thrust. The battle lines had shifted, and now, amidst the flaming pits of the underworld, a new alliance was forged in the most carnally surprising of ways.

The Slayer’s eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and lust as he approached the entwined demons, his gaze lingering on the Baron’s plump, reddened ass. With a deftness that defied his fearsome reputation, he began to peel away his own armor, revealing a body that was a study in human perfection. The tension in the chamber grew palpable as he dropped to his knees behind the Baron, his breath hot against the exposed flesh. The Baron gasped as the Slayer’s tongue, a sinful serpent of pleasure, traced the fiery ring of his ass. Castigus, his own passion reaching fever pitch, could do nothing but watch as the human warrior’s lips parted and he began to perform an act that was as taboo as it was tantalizing. The Slayer’s tongue delved deep, exploring the forbidden depths of the demon’s body, and the Baron’s moans grew louder, his hips bucking back to meet the eager mouth. The hellknight’s grip tightened around the Baron’s cock, matching the tempo of the Slayer’s oral ministrations. It was a scene of such depraved beauty that it seemed to defy the very essence of the hellish realm they inhabited. Yet, as the three of them continued their carnally driven dance, the Slayer’s eyes never left the hellknight’s, a silent question lingering in their depths: Would Castigus share in this unholy communion, or would he stand firm in his duty to oppose the very desires that now held him in thrall?

Sir Castigus’ gaze flickered from the Slayer’s intense stare to the Baron’s massive cock, which was now pulsing with each deep thrust into his body. Despite his initial shock and the urgency of their mission, the hellknight’s own arousal had grown to match that of the demonic pair above him. He struggled against his own desires, the need to warn the Slayer of the seductive trap they had fallen into warring with the pleasure that consumed him. Yet, the Baron’s cock, now a symbol of their shared humiliation and desire, remained lodged firmly in his stomach, rendering him immobile. Castigus knew that if he were to break free and reveal the truth of their encounter, the Slayer might turn on them both. But as the demon’s moans grew louder and the Slayer’s eyes gleamed with excitement, the hellknight felt his resolve slipping away like sand through his fingers. He was torn between his duty and the siren call of the flesh, the line between enemy and ally blurring in the fiery embrace of passion. The air grew thick with the anticipation of climax, and in that moment, the fate of their alliance hung in the balance, as precarious as the very fabric of hell itself.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the chamber, Baron Zadkiel reached his peak, his seed erupting in a fiery torrent that filled Sir Castigus to the brim. The hellknight’s mouth gaped open, the excess spilling out like a fountain of molten lust, painting the stone floor with a pattern of their shared ecstasy. The Slayer, his own cock now rigid and demanding attention, pulled his head away from the Baron’s ass, his expression a curious blend of satisfaction and impatience. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving the hellknight’s as he gripped the base of his own shaft, the anticipation of his own release palpable. Castigus, still impaled on the Baron’s cock, could do nothing but watch, his mouth and throat coated with the evidence of their transgressions. The Slayer waited, his weapon of divine wrath now a tool of carnality, as the Baron withdrew, his spent member glistening with the aftermath of their encounter. The air was thick with the scent of sex and brimstone, a potent reminder of the alliance they had forged in the most profane of ways. And as the Baron turned to face the Slayer, his own desire mirrored in the human’s eyes, the hellknight understood that their fate was now inextricably linked—not just in battle, but in the most intimate of embraces. The Slayer’s cock, now fully exposed, was a beacon of power that beckoned to the demon. The Baron took a step closer, his breaths heavy, and the Slayer’s grip on his weapon tightened, his gaze never wavering from the Baron’s. The dance of dominance had begun anew, and the outcome was as unpredictable as the whims of the underworld itself.

Baron Zadkiel, his passion now a raging inferno, sank to his knees before the Slayer, his fiery eyes never leaving the human’s. With a surprising gentleness, the demon took the Slayer’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the velvety head while his clawed hands cupped the melon-sized testicles. The Slayer’s eyes rolled back, his grip on his sword loosening slightly as he succumbed to the intense pleasure that radiated through his body. The hellknight watched, his own arousal flaming anew as he witnessed this display of power and submission. The three of them, once sworn enemies, were now bound by a carnality that transcended the boundaries of their respective realms. The Baron’s head bobbed in a steady rhythm, his cheeks hollowing with each hungry suck, and the Slayer’s moans grew louder, echoing through the chamber like the cries of the damned. The molten stone beneath them trembled with the intensity of their shared passion, and the shadows grew darker, as if the very essence of hell itself was drawn to their unholy union. Yet, amidst the flames of desire, the Slayer’s gaze remained sharp, a silent promise that their alliance was temporary, a mere pause in the endless war that raged between their kind. The hellknight, still impaled on the Baron’s softening cock, could only watch as the human warrior’s own climax grew imminent, the tension between them a delicate thread that threatened to snap at any moment.

As the Slayer’s climax grew closer, he abruptly pulled his cock from the Baron’s mouth, his grip on his sword tightening once more. He stepped back, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that seemed to outshine the fires of hell. “Baron,” he growled, “I wish to claim your ass as my own.” The demon’s grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. “Is that so, human?” he taunted, his voice a sinful purr. “You wish to conquer the most powerful being in the Ninth Circle with your mere mortal cock?” The challenge was clear, and the Slayer took it, his own cock now a weapon of divine lust. He stepped behind the Baron, his human hands surprisingly gentle as he spread the demon’s fiery cheeks. Castigus watched, his breaths shallow, as the Slayer positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the Baron’s tight, puckered hole. With a single, powerful thrust, the Slayer claimed the demon, his hips driving forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Baron Zadkiel’s roar of pleasure was cut off by the sheer size of the human’s member, his body trembling as he was taken in a way he had never been before. The hellknight, his own cock still painfully hard, found himself leaning in, drawn to the sight of the Slayer’s powerful form dominating the demon he had once feared. The room was alive with the sounds of their passionate union, the air thick with the scent of sex and sulfur. The three of them, entangled in a dance of power, desire, and fate, had stumbled upon a bond that none of them could have foreseen. The Slayer’s strokes grew more fervent, his grip on the Baron’s hips punctuating each thrust, and the demon could do nothing but submit to the human’s claim. The lines between predator and prey, enemy and lover, blurred until they were nothing but a memory, lost in the fiery embrace of the moment. The fate of their alliance, and perhaps the fate of hell itself, hung in the balance with each stroke of the Slayer’s cock, eachThe hellknight, still impaled on the Baron’s softening cock, felt the stirrings of renewed arousal as the Slayer claimed his place. His eyes met the Baron’s in a silent understanding, and together, they acted. As the Slayer plunged deep into the Baron, Castigus took the opportunity to push back onto the demon’s cock, feeling it harden once more within him. The two of them moved in tandem, their bodies syncing in a rhythm as old as time, driven by the same primal instinct that had led them to this moment. The Baron’s tail wrapped around the hellknight’s waist, pulling him closer as he pushed back, their hips moving in a fiery tango of desire and dominance. The Slayer’s grunts of pleasure melded with the Baron’s roars of submission, creating a symphony of lust that resonated through the very air of the chamber. The three of them, bound by an unspoken accord, moved as one, their actions speaking louder than any words could. The power dynamics shifted and swirled around them like the flames that licked at their skin, each man finding his place in the triad of passion. The Slayer’s thrusts grew more urgent, his eyes locked onto the Baron’s, and Castigus knew that their alliance was sealed not just in blood, but in the fiery essence of their shared ecstasy. The Baron’s cock grew rock-hard again, filling the hellknight completely, and the demon pushed back, driving the knight’s own cock into the Slayer’s welcoming ass. The world around them faded into a haze of heat and need, the only reality the sensation of flesh upon flesh, the scent of desire, and the promise of an explosive finale that would leave them all forever changed. The three of them, once sworn enemies, now found themselves united in the most profane and intimate of ways, their fates forever intertwined in the burning embrace of lust and power.

The Slayer’s body tensed, his muscles rippling like the surface of a lava pool, and with a final, powerful thrust, he released his seed into the Baron’s welcoming depths. The demon’s body bulged with the force of the human’s climax, his own cock swelling with the pressure of the cum that filled him. As the Slayer’s orgasm subsided, the Baron’s cock swelled once more, and with a roar that shook the very walls of the chamber, he shot his load into the hellknight’s ass, the excess spilling out of his mouth and down his chin. The Slayer’s cock remained lodged inside the Baron, his own body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The hellknight, now completely filled with the Baron’s hot cum, couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment, his own orgasm now a distant memory in the face of the demon’s overwhelming need. The three of them lay there, panting and entwined, their bodies sticky with sweat and the evidence of their carnality. The fiery dance of power and desire had left its mark, and as they slowly disentangled themselves, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The Slayer stepped back, his eyes gleaming with a newfound respect for the Baron, and sheathed his sword. The demon looked up at the human, his expression a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. “Your seed has made me stronger,” the Baron murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Perhaps our alliance will prove… beneficial after all.” The hellknight wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. “Only time will tell,” he replied, rising to his feet. Together, the three of them turned to the exit of the chamber, their eyes set on the path ahead. The hunt for the Slayer was forgotten, at least for now, as they faced the future as an unlikely trio of lovers, bound by the unholy union that had just taken place within the very heart of hell itself.

I spent the whole afternoon with the housework, washed the dishes, put on some laundry, hung out the clothes and started a general cleaning of Joe’s villa. I only stopped on a couple of occasions, when Joe asked me to drink one more of his piss without even having to get up from the sofa. He had told me that if he needed me he would give a slight jerk on the collar, and so he did on those two occasions. His urine still tasted as disgusting as the first time. However, I again had a tremendous erection as I knelt at his feet and drank it down, much to the delight of my former friend, now my owner.

As evening fell I began to prepare dinner. Fortunately Joe’s pantry was well stocked and I was a good cook. In fact, it was one of the many jobs I had held in my hectic working life, so I hoped Joe would be pleased with my culinary arts. Mind you, he warned me to make dinner just for him. I still had to earn the privilege of eating person food and until then I would continue to eat dog food. Strangely, when he sat down at the table while I remained at his side at all times to serve him, he made me taste every single thing I had prepared, albeit only a small bite. Realizing my astonishment, he said to me:

“Like the Roman emperors I have to make sure that you have not poisoned my food. As I have already told you, at this moment I do not have the slightest confidence in you.”

I was stunned, the thought of poisoning his food had never even crossed my mind! And about the Roman emperor… every moment I was more and more convinced that Joe was not in his right mind.

After dinner he went back to the couch and started watching TV. He then ordered me to kneel at his feet and massage them. I did so, with all my desire, until he ordered me to lick them, to continue the massage with my tongue. That was one of my favorite practices, so I did it with relish and, once again, I couldn’t stop my cock from getting very hard.

“Do you realize that?” Joe asked me, between serious and jocular. “Every act of submission you perform towards me, and the more humiliating it is, the more excited you get. I don’t think you dare deny me, even to yourself that this is your natural place, at the feet of a man doing his bidding.”

I hated myself for my reaction, and especially for giving him the satisfaction of thinking he had done right by me. However, I wasn’t crazy enough to let him manipulate me like that. I could love it, but doing it when I wanted to do it and how I wanted to do it.

At one point, trying to keep Joe from noticing, I went to touch myself lightly to let off steam. Joe saw it and reacted violently, kicking me hard in the head with the foot I was licking at that moment.

“You stupid worm, do you think you can jerk off like a monkey in front of your master? Your pleasure doesn’t matter anymore, only mine. You’re going to pay for this. Never, NEVER, do anything like this again!” he said angrily. However, as he saw an incipient bruise appear on my face as a result of the tremendous kick, he seemed to soften somewhat and said to me, still angry:

“I don’t know how to tell you that I don’t want to fucking hurt you… behave yourself and I won’t have to” he indicated with a gesture for me to continue my work, relaxed and added: “although you may not believe it, I’m not that bad and I don’t want to leave you completely without sex life. That’s another reason why I haven’t put the chastity cage on you. When you’re alone you can masturbate as long as it doesn’t affect your performance in your tasks. And… who knows? Maybe someday you’ll earn the privilege of sucking your master’s cock again, the one I know you’ve wanted more than anything in the world since the day you met me. And the funny thing is that this government is so sick that if we do it there is no problem, since it is not two men having sex, but a master using his slave, and that is allowed, hahaha… Absurd to have a president fond of ancient history.”

Yes, yes, so much criticism of the government, but here he was taking advantage of its policies to ruin my life. Anyway, at least I had him to thank for allowing me to keep my sexual life, even if it was in solitary.  I was tremendously sexual and if he had put me in the chastity cage, so common for slaves, that might have been the worst torture for me.

I continued to lick and massage his feet for a long time, until he decided it was time to go to bed. He ordered me back down to the dungeon and there he opened the cage, inviting me in with his eyes. I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he repeated his gesture, saying:

“I have already told you that every privilege you have in this house you will have to earn. For the moment this is your place and here you will continue to sleep.”

Resigned, I entered the cage and made myself comfortable as best I could, while Joe locked the door. Then he went out and locked the door to the dungeon, leaving me in absolute darkness again.

I slept somewhat better that night, I suppose because of the accumulated fatigue and because I was getting used to that terrible position. I was asleep when the light came on and Joe appeared. Without saying anything he opened the cage and sent me out:

“Go take a shower and then come up to my room. You will do it in the small bathroom here in the basement, next to the garage. And don’t think so hard whether it’s broken. I’ve disabled the red faucet. A sub-human like you does not enjoy the privilege of showering with hot water. And you can hurry up now, I want you upstairs in 5 minutes. If you’re not there in that time you’ll pay for it.”

He left and headed upstairs. I hurried to the small bathroom, which was almost next to the dungeon. I stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. Even though it was summer, the coldness of the water penetrated me to my core. I was always very afraid of coldness and this kind of thing killed me. I had to be upstairs in 5 minutes, the truth is that I had no intention of extending that cold shower longer. I lathered up a little with a bar of soap that was there and hurriedly dried myself with a small towel, which I didn’t know if it was clean or not. In the agreed time I was in Joe’s room, who was undressing.

“Good slave, I like you to be punctual and I don’t want to have to punish you. Now you are going to wash me.”

He went into the shower and I went in after him, I was so grateful for the hot water! I took gel in my hands and began to lather him up. I felt myself shudder with desire as I touched that macho hunk. Joe was not in good shape, he had always liked eating more than exercising, but his body was so big, so powerful, so virile, that I felt in glory being able to touch him. I went over every inch of his body and stopped especially at his huge balls and his cock.

“Hey, hey, slave!” he said, fortunately in a jocular tone, “don’t gloat. This body is not for your enjoyment. Unless I feel like granting you that honor” he laughed, “and believe me, you’re a long way from that.”

I had such an erection that it hurt, and it didn’t even go down the slightest bit as I dried him off, already out of the shower. Joe noticed and reaching down his hand took my balls and began to squeeze them. I groaned in pain, and as I did so the collar activated, giving me a strong jolt, part of which was transmitted to Joe, who immediately withdrew his hand. Then, perhaps feeling a little guilty, he said to me:

“Well, let’s get that down you. Lie down on the floor and jerk off, come on!”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I lay down and started to masturbate. I did it for several minutes. Despite my tremendous arousal, the embarrassment of having Joe watching me prevented me from being able to cum, and I was sure that if I didn’t do it soon Joe would punish me, which in turn made it even more complicated. Then Joe did something unexpected. Raising his huge right foot he put it on my face and said:

“Keep jerking off while kissing my foot.”

I started kissing his foot like a madman and the stimulation was so strong for me that in less than ten seconds I came with a brutal orgasm, releasing a huge amount of sperm. Joe laughed heartily:

“Hahahaha… see, any act of submission to me is like a huge fetish for you.”

I was very annoyed to admit that he was right about that and, trying to regain some of my dignity, I sat up. Joe ordered me:

“Go get breakfast ready, I’ll get dressed by myself.”

The rest of the morning was spent doing housework and taking care of the small garden at the back of the house. As it was Sunday, Joe stayed at home in his office. He worked for an insurance company and often had tasks to complete at home. At both breakfast and lunch, Joe only allowed me to sample the food I had prepared for him. Then I had to go back to my dog’s diet. In fact, Joe would accompany me to the kitchen after finishing and, after making sure all the leftovers were in the garbage, he would lock both the pantry and the refrigerator to prevent me from eating anything but the disgusting feed. I wondered how someone I had considered a friend could behave in such a sadistic and cruel way towards me.

I had no idea yet what sadism and cruelty were. And I was going to find out that very afternoon….

I was ironing some of Joe’s shirts when I felt the little jolt on the collar that required my presence. I had left him in his bedroom, taking a nap. There I went to look for him, he was still lying down, he told me to massage his feet -he loved it-, and after a while he sat up and told me he wanted to pee. I knew what I had to do. I knelt down and swallowed his piss whole. While he was like that he said to me:

“I feel like playing a little this afternoon. Let’s go to the dungeon.”

I shuddered, however, no longer daring to question his orders, immediately obeyed, going down the stairs after him, until I reached that hole. I stood there, shaking like a leaf, while Joe inspected his things. The first thing he did was to bring some clothespins and he wanted to put them on my nipples. I was shaking so badly that he couldn’t get them on. On the third attempt he got pissed off and slapped me violently:

“Stop it, dammit! Calm down! If I have to calm you down it will be much worse, I warn you.”

In pain, almost dizzy from the slap, I tried my best to stop shaking. Finally Joe was able to put the clamps on my nipples. That wasn’t too painful, but then he bent down and started clamping them on my balls. God! That really hurt. I started to squirm helplessly. Joe got up and again slapped me hard with his open hand:

“Hold on a little, you pussy! Be a man for once!”

He kept putting the clamps on me, I don’t know how many he pinned me, but my testicles were no longer visible. Then he took me by the arms and made me bend over a rack that was in the room. Once I was lying on the rack he proceeded to meticulously tie my arms and legs to the legs of the rack. Between the pain of the clamps and the anguish of what awaited me, I thought I was dying. I was short of breath. In that state I was surprised by the first blow to my ass.

I couldn’t tell what it was hitting me with, since the position in which I was tied prevented me from looking back. It was a flat and very hard object, then I knew it was a paddle racket. He began to whip me rhythmically and methodically, with force. At first the pain was not excessive, but as my ass got redder and redder it began to become unbearable. In addition, with each whipping my pelvis was moving and the clamps on my balls were hitting the rack, producing intense pain in that part as well. At one point I couldn’t hold back a scream and immediately the collar gave me a sharp jolt, which provoked nothing but laughter from my torturer:

“Hahaha… hold on sissy. Or if not, at least hold on without screaming. You see what happens to you if you don’t keep quiet, hahaha…”

I continued to suffer the blows for a long time, holding back as best I could the screams that came to my throat. Finally, when I thought I would lose consciousness, Joe stopped. He untied me and turned me over, now tying me on the rack face up. He then removed the clamps, very slowly, gloating over the intense pain I was in with each clamp he removed. Next, I watched as he picked up a candle and lit it. Looking into my eyes, basking in my fear, he placed the candle on me and began to drop the scalding wax on my body. I felt the burning, which in my chest and stomach was not very great. However, when he started dropping it on more sensitive parts, especially after the torture of the tweezers, my nipples, my balls, my cock, I thought I was dying. I writhed in despair as Joe continued with total coolness filling my body with boiling wax, and stopping with special fruition where he knew he was hurting me the most.

Finally he put down the candle and untied me. I thought it would end there, but I was very wrong. He then took me to a St. Andrew’s cross hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon and tied my arms and legs to it, with my back to the cross. In that position he raised his right foot and began to kick me in the balls. You can imagine the pain, accentuated by the previous tortures. The blows were not very strong. You could see his experience in the matter and how he knew how to inflict pain without the risk of producing permanent injuries. Still the pain was so terrible that I would have been bent in two if I had not been tied up.

After a while beating my poor testicles I saw him take a very sharp razor and he began to run it across my genitals, while he said to me, sticking his face to mine:

“How about if I cut off your balls? Or your dick? All in all, it wouldn’t be much of a waste for what a fucking faggot like you is good for, would it?”

I felt the cold of the metal in my flesh. I started to shiver like a leaf. Then Joe started to run the edge of the razor across my face.

“Or maybe I can slit this pretty face of yours. Disfigure you so much that no one could see you without looking away” he brought the blade of the razor close to my eyes, while he continued saying sadistically: “Or I could cut out your eyes. Let’s see, what use could you be to me being blind? Ummmmm” he made as if he was thinking. My heart at that moment felt like it was going to explode in my chest.

Then he moved the razor closer to my nipples:

“Well, what I can do is rip this off, can’t I? It’s of no use…”

He stuck the razor a little into my nipple, drawing a drop of blood. My terror was already at that moment so great that, without being able to help it, I pissed myself. Being naked, my piss splashed on Joe’s pants, who immediately flew into a rage:

“You fucking faggot pig! I’m really going to kill you” he dropped the razor and started slapping me in the face, with both hands and with incredible violence. I thought I was going to lose some teeth. He was like that for almost a minute, and then he hurried out of the dungeon.

A few minutes later he returned. He had changed his pants and seemed calmer. I was crying inconsolably at that moment and my whole body was convulsing in terrible spasms. Joe came over, untied me from the cross and took me in his arms. Then he made me sit on the rack and sat down next to me.

“Come on, come on… take it easy, take it easy…” he said softly while still holding me in his arms. “Do you really think I would do something like that to you? I was just teasing you, scaring you. But I also want you to realize that your life, your well-being, is now completely in my hands. Surrender yourself to me body and soul and everything will be fine. If not… terrible things can happen to you.”

I saw that he now had in his hand an ointment that he began to apply first on my sore ass, then on my balls and nipples and finally on my face, totally reddened after his slapping explosion. He gave it to me gently, thoroughly, almost lovingly. “This will soothe your pain” he told me.

Completely shattered, I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t… nothing! How could someone I had considered a friend treat me like that? Finally, I calmed down little by little, Joe stepped aside and said to me:

“Come on slave, go upstairs and prepare dinner. And today…” he seemed to think about it and smilingly told me “make two portions. You will also eat what you prepare. You’ve earned it.”

I went upstairs and headed for the kitchen. Indeed, that night Joe allowed me to eat like a human being, although, of course, he didn’t let me sit at the table with him. I had to eat it later, in the kitchen. However, I still had a surprise in store for me that night.

Indeed, when Joe closed my cage to sleep, he bent down and said to me:

“Tomorrow you start work at the supermarket in the housing estate. And I have to drop you off there before I go to work, so try to get to sleep early. You have to get up early.”

He went out, turning off the light. I was stunned. The next day I would start work?

To be continued…

As it turned out, my worries about having my 37 year old son (recently divorced) stay with me for a few weeks proved groundless, particularly after he fucked me that first night. He’d first fucked me when we went caravanning together all those years ago, he was 21 and I was 47. After some initial embarrassment we’d both come to the conclusion that we’d enjoyed it and might as well keep on, which we did. 

Since then he’d been around the world and back again (ashrams, kibbutz’s, communes, etc.) and had ended up living in Sydney for the past few years. Opportunities to catch up had been few and far between, with family relations well and truly strained since his mother had gone off with another man, as had I. 

He also married, disastrously, and had now fled back to Melbourne, uncertain as to what his next step would be, apart from landing on the doorstep of my small flat with a well-filled rucksack and that adorable lopsided smile on his handsome hairy face. He was, truth to tell, a sight for sore eyes and just what my own battered morale was sorely in need of. 

None of the family seemed to be very good at holding down relationships, and my own with Jim had recently imploded when we’d discovered that we were fucking the same masseur; a mix-up in appointments leading to this messy realisation. 

Jim had taken the opportunity to call the whole thing off, and both he and I realised that it was a merciful coup-de-grace for an arrangement that had run its course; no hard feelings, etc., etc. He went off with the masseur (bastard!) and I retreated to my small apartment in Collingwood, licking the minor wounds I‘d incurred and wondering where my next massage would come from.

Which is when Tom happily appeared at my door, scruffy and unpredictable as always, and immensely welcome. After my initial surprise I practically fell upon him, hugging him as if there was no tomorrow before dragging him into the flat and hugging him some more. His arms around me felt tight and as he pushed his face into my neck I realised we were both crying. It really had been too long.

Pulling ourselves together we caught up on each other’s news as I clattered about in the kitchen, knowing that the long train trip from Sydney would have left him in his usual ravenous state; it remained a mystery as to where his tall lanky body stored all the food he could put away. Sitting down to a hearty meal with him that evening felt just about as good as it gets.

As did climbing into bed with him later on. We were no strangers to intimacy, and as my flat had only one bed and a couch too small to sleep on, this was just as well. I’d climbed into bed first, keeping on my singlet and boxer shorts as some minor concession to modesty; it had been a couple of years after all.

I watched as he twisted himself into knots in the tiny adjoining bathroom, shucking off his clothes and letting them lie where they fell. He had never known shyness and as he stood there naked he seemed entirely at home. He was as beautiful as I remembered, the additional years having added a sense of solidity to his lithe frame, his smooth dark body hair as lush as I remembered, just like his dad’s. 

Standing over the toilet bowl he let go a torrent of piss, positioning himself just so, knowing how much I’d always enjoyed watching him take a leak. I could feel myself getting hard at the show, the way he pissed trough his foreskin rather than pulling it back as I’d tried to teach him as a child, to no avail. The raucous sound of his stream hitting the water filled the space between us, making me harder still.

I knew that he was exhausted after his long day and simply needed to fall into bed and sleep. He’d talked of taking a shower but I liked his smell (so like my own) and I knew that any delay would only increase his tiredness.  

Expecting him to fall onto the bed beside me I was surprised when he looked at me quizzically before pulling my singlet off and tugging my shorts down, bemused by my reticence. My stiff prick pressed against his stomach as he lay down on top of me, his limp cock heavy and piss-wet resting on my thigh. The feel of him made me weep again. He looked at me and told me it was alright, everything was alright. I kissed him softly and cried a bit more as I watched him slowly drift off to sleep, my arms tight around him.

When I awoke it was still dark outside and we’d shifted automatically in our sleep back to our well worn habits, his arms now around me, his body spooned against my back, his hard cock pressed against my bum. Just like old times.

He must have felt me stir as he kissed the back of my neck and pushed his cock harder against my arse, whispering in my ear if it was okay. I shifted slightly against him, allowing his stiff shaft to slide between my butt cheeks and press against my tight hole. Answer enough.

He entered me as he always had in the past, slowly and gently, coaxing the ring of my arsehole open with his leaking knob. He almost never used lubricant, having an almost industrial supply of precum on hand whenever the need arose. I grunted softly as I felt his familiar shaft push past my sphincter and embed itself in my passage, the tangle of his chaotic pubes soft against my buttocks.

He had always been a gentle lover and his tenderness seemed to have become even more pronounced with the years. He moved almost imperceptibly inside me, no thrusting and pumping, just an endless sense of stimulation and warmth deep within, his breathing against my neck quickening, telling me that he was slowly building to orgasm.

I was on that same path as well. His hand had wrapped around my cock while it was still limp and I gasped now as I realised how hard I had become in his embrace. He’d remembered his old trick of working his finger inside my hood and massaging the taut frenulum cord just below the piss-slit, and as he began to release deep inside me my own body jerked with an unexpectedly powerful orgasm.

I spasmed almost violently in his arms as I ejaculated wads of spunk into his hand and over my chest and stomach. All the while his own rhythm remained slow and intense as I felt the flow of his semen release in a series of controlled small orgasms, a marvellous trick he’d learnt in India, or so he’d told me. I knew that he could continue ejaculating like this for up to twenty minutes or so, barely moving his shaft while he maintained himself at a level of continuous ecstasy. I wanted it to go on forever and pressed myself gently back against him, making sure that his cock didn’t accidentally slip out before he was utterly spent.

I don’t know how much time passed before he finally shuddered and moaned and I felt that one strong thrust deep within, bringing with it the final ejaculation of his thick warm sprog. He moaned “Oh Dad” into my neck as his body stiffened and then relaxed, suddenly drained of all tension. 

I held his arms tight around me and smiled when I realised that he’d fallen asleep, his cock softening in my butt, threatening to slide out at the merest movement. We remained absolutely still and I fell asleep as well, wrapped in his arms as if our roles were reversed and he was the one protecting me from the perils of the dark.

After good food, booze, and a lot of fucking, Daddy and I were drained. The both of us slept through the alarms. When I finally woke up, he was already in the shower.

“No morning action to wake me up today?” I asked when Daddy walked out of the shower.

“Naah, I am way too drained. Aren’t you?”

“I am. My ass is pretty sore.”

“Let’s put a pin in the sex for now. Come on, the breakfast is ready,” he said.

“So, what are we gonna do tonight? Mind showing me the city a little?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

We had a simple breakfast, seeing as we were both running late. He told me about a bunch of places nearby that I could Google and see if they caught my fancy. Soon, we left for work.

I reached the office just a few minutes past my clock-in time, but Shrey was running late. I already knew the reason for it and the work that he’d probably ask me to do for the day. So without waiting, I just got to it.

Almost half an hour later, I saw Shrey walk into the office. By just the looks of it, I knew he was super sore. At lunch, when everyone was up and about, I went into his office. We talked casually and about work and stuff, then I shifted the conversation to the previous night.

“Sooooo… I saw that you’re walking differently. How’re those cheeks holding up?”

“Oh, I am so fucking sore. But it hurts so well… I love it!” he said.

“Haha, Jay’s dick will do that to a person… So, speaking of Jay, how did you like him?”

“I had great fun last night. It was amazing. Raunak and Rishi are nice too. Rishi is goofy, and Raunak is a bit uptight. Perfect for each other.”

“I asked you about Jay, Boss. What about him?”

Suddenly Shrey’s face got all red. He was blushing, how cute! “He was nice too,” he murmured.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” I pushed.

“I said, he was amazing!” He took a deep breath. “He is so fucking amazing! God, when he opened the door in his underwear, I was like *whistles*. And the way he just looked into my soul… I was so taken. And those muscles… OH MY FUCKING GOD! He’s so fucking hot! And confident. The way he just grabbed me. Uff…”

“Someone has a crush, I presume?” I hit the hot iron.

“What did he think of me?” he asked, changing the topic again.

“He loved you. Everything, your personality, your body, hotness, just everything. He was crazy over you.”

I cannot put in words the smile that came up on Shrey’s face. He was beaming. “Umm…. Should I ask him out for a date? Do you think he’d like that? I don’t know if he’s open to it or…” he started rambling a little bit.

I lost it a that point. It was way too funny. These two were so much into each other, it was comical, like a scene straight out of a movie.  “YES!” I said, cutting Shrey up. “I will set something up, don’t you worry.” Am I a matchmaker or what? XD “Okay, so if he’s interested, what have you got in mind? Where will you take him?”

“Umm, I don’t know. Maybe bowling? I love bowling. You think he’ll like that?”

“Let’s see,” I assured him that I’d take care of things and went back to work. I got done for the day soon after lunch and headed home.

I was watching YouTube, naked on the couch when Daddy Jay walked in.

“Soooooo?”

“So?”

“What did he say about me?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I teased.

“Bitch, don’t make me spank you. Spill.”

“Okay, what do you have in mind if he is indeed interested?”

“I don’t know, maybe a movie, then dinner at a fancy restaurant. And maybe hopefully… You know…” he trailed off. 

“I don’t think he’s a movie and restaurant kinda guy.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Ask him for Bowling maybe,” I suggested.

“What? But I don’t know how to… Bowl?”

“Well, then that’s just perfect. He knows how to. Imagine him teaching you all up close. Maybe you guys can go to that bar which also has arcades. It’ll be fun.”

“That does sound perfect. Thanks! Now give me his number.”

“You know what? I’ll just hang out with Raunak and Rishi. Why don’t you take him out tonight?”

“You sure?”

“A 100%. Check your phone, I sent you his number. Text him NOW.”

“Thanks, cutie.”

I went back to watching my video and Daddy went into his bedroom to freshen up. A few minutes later, when he came out, he was giddy with joy. “Everything worked out, I’m guessing?”

“Yes! Thanks! We’re meeting at the bowling alley at 7:30.”

“Perfect.” Daddy and I just chilled like friends for the remaining free time. He was way too excited to meet Shrey to have any dirty thoughts for me.

Daddy dropped me to Raunak and Rishi’s place and headed out. They were about to watch a movie, so I just joined in. To be honest, we were fooling around more than watching the movie. Once the movie ended, we just gave in and started fucking.

It was no different than the previous night. Raunak and Rishi got inside me, then Raunak and I got inside Rishi, then Rishi and I got inside Raunak. As usual, I only got to fuck Rauank’s face. Then they both DP’d me, and then we DP’d Rishi. At the end of the first round, Raunak and I came inside Rishi’s hole. After that Raunak sucked Rishi off.

Soon after, we were at it again. This time we tried different positions and enacted threesome porn videos. At the end of the second round, I came on Raunak’s abs when the couple was inside me together. Then they both gave me a facial.

Late at night, I got a text from Jay saying that he wouldn’t be coming back home tonight and asked if I could stay at the couple’s house. They said yes and I forwarded that to Daddy Jay. As the couple and I were already tired, we went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up by Jay’s call. He said he’d be downstairs to pick me up in ten minutes. He got there the second I reached downstairs.

Daddy seemed extremely happy. “I wanna know everything that happened. Leave no details,” I told him.

“Well, your idea worked. He touched me a lot in order to teach me how to bowl and I did learn it. We had a great time. We laughed, joked around, shared stories, and bowled, of course. After two matches, we went to that bar with games. Luckily there was a snooker table there, which he doesn’t know how to play. Could I have been any more lucky? I left no opportunity to rub my crotch against his ass. It was so fucking hot. By the end of the night, we weren’t drunk but could feel the alcohol in our systems. When we got to the parking, there was no one there. We just looked at each other and started kissing. I’ll be honest, I could have just stood there and made out with him the whole night. His lips are divine.”

“What happened next?”

“Well, he said that he lives close by and asked me if I wanted to go home with him. I obviously said yes. The moment we were inside, he almost ripped my clothes off. And then we made sweet, sweet, but also rough, love. End of the story.”

By the time Daddy finished telling me everything, we were in the parking of his building. When we got off his motorcycle, I noticed a change in his walk. “Did you get a cramp while fucking him or what?” I asked.

He was taken aback by the question. “Um, yeah, sure. That.” I knew he was lying. Then it clicked me.

“NO! You did it, didn’t you? Got dicked down by Shrey, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. I can see why you like it so much.:” he said with a smirk.

“Is that all you’re gonna tell me? Come on, expand. I wanna know how you guys did it.”

“That’s between us now, cute bitch. Now come on, we’re getting late for work. It’s your last day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Daddy and I showered, got dressed, and had breakfast. Just by the way he was being, I knew they had sex in the morning. Otherwise, my throat would have gotten fucked in the shower. But he was a man infatuated so I let it go.

When I got to work, I went straight to Shrey’s office to hear about his side of the story. “So, how was it?” I asked him.

“It was fucking fantastic! He’s such a gentleman.”

“Oh, he’s anything but gentle.”

“True that,” he said with a wink. “Thanks for introducing us, Div.”

“So, I am guessing there will be more dates, right?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

With that discussed, I went on to submit my final work. Around 2, all the interns were given their certificates and a little event happened. After the event concluded, I went into Shrey’s office to tell him that I was leaving.

“You gotta promise to stay in touch and to keep visiting us so that we can breed that sweet bussy of yours,” he said.

“Oh, most definitely!”

“Now that, that’s decided. I can’t let you leave without a final fuck, can I?”

“What are you suggesting?” I asked.

“That I don’t have much work at the moment and washrooms on the floor below are still empty.”

We went to the floor below us and Shrey fucked me really hard for the next 40 minutes. He made me cum on his hand so that he could eat it and while doing so he bred me as well. Then he kissed me a final goodbye and I left the office.

When I reached home, I went to take a nap. I had no idea of when Daddy came back home. “Hey, when did you get back? What time is it?” I asked him.

“When you were fast asleep. And it’s 7.”

“Yeah, Shrey’s fuck tired me out.”

“You had sex with my man?” Jay teased.

“It was his way of saying goodbye.”

“Well, anyways, Uncle was asking about you.”

“What Uncle?” I asked.

“The one you gave a show.”

“Aww, poor fellow. Do you think we should give him a chance?”

“Oh, hell no! He’s super clingy. If you want, I can fuck you on his behalf,” Jay proposed.

“Of course, how can I say no to that? But right now I want it in my mouth. You can breed me after dinner.”

Daddy didn’t say anything. He just grabbed my head and shoved it down on his cock. For the next 45 minutes or so, my throat was mercilessly fucked in all possible positions. I was covered in spit from head to toe. Finally, Daddy got tired and came down my throat.

After rinsing really quickly, we went out for dinner. We also invited Raunak and Rishi so that I could say goodbye to them. After that, we went back to Daddy’s apartment and he fucked me for the next hour or two in all possible positions. It was truly a bed-breaking fuck. Then he unloaded on my face and I went to sleep like that. Also, I had already come two times hands-free, so I was out in a flash.

The next day, Saturday, was my last day in the city. I woke up late, and packed, while Daddy made breakfast for me. He wanted me to leave the city with a pussy full of his cum, so we fucked one last time. This time he was a little gentle but still showed my prostate zero mercy. Once he bred me to his satisfaction, we showered together. I got dressed while he ordered me a cab.

“It was an amazing experience meeting you, Divyang. Thanks, and don’t forget us, okay? Stay in touch,” he said.

“Of course, Daddy!”

“And thanks for introducing me to Shrey as well.”

“My pleasure. You two take care of each other, okay?”

“Okay.”

The next minute my cab arrived. Daddy hugged me and gave me a final goodbye kiss, and then I left.

It has been years since that internship. It was the best week and sex of my life, or so I thought…

We’re all still in touch and really good friends. From what I know, Raunak and Rishi moved to Mumbai, which is much more friendlier towards the gay community. They’re enjoying way too much with the guys there and still haven’t come out to their parents.

Shrey came out to his parents and they were supportive of him, but unfortunately, Jay didn’t have the same experience. Shrey and his family supported him. Eventually, Jay got a job in Australia and he moved there. Thankfully, he has two younger brothers that he could trust to take care of his parents. Shrey moved with him and they got married there.

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And me? What did I do in the meantime, you ask? Well… The Slutty Internship concludes here. Do let me know your thoughts ([email protected]) and stay tuned for the future adventures of Divyang Sharma.

Thanks!

My best straight friend Jack and I always had a night out together, usually in the same bar where we would mull over world problems and of course

end up talking about sex. Both in our forties with wives and kids we had resigned ourselves to a reluctant fuck every few weeks with our wives who treated it as a chore.

“Sometimes I wish Id never married at all. I used to get far more sex then than I do with the wife now” said Jack downing his third pint.

“Same here” I said “Seems that once the wedding ring is on then that’s it”.

“Actually Jane has never sucked me off ever” said Jack.

“Your not alone mate, my wife doesn’t do that either. You look at these porno films and the women can’t seem to get enough cock down their throats”.

I took a large swig of my non alcoholic beer and almost broke the glass as I put it down hard on the table. Jack looked a little pensive.

“Can I ask you Paul, if you’ve ever had a cock in your mouth?”

Jack’s question floored me a little and I must have looked wide eyed at him.

“Sorry daft question mate. Of course you haven’t ” he said picking up his beer again.

“Actually” I started “I have”.

He almost choked on his beer as I said it.

“What? Really?” he asked.

“Remember that kid Kevin in our class, the one with the dark curly hair?”

“No! You didn’t do it with him?”

“No” I said “It was with his father”.

“Fuck! You must have been under age?”

“No” I said “It was some years later, I met him at the gym when I was bout twenty five. We were in the showers together and it sort of happened”.

“For fucks sake, tell me more” said Jack, looking pretty excited. “Think we need two more pints”.

He got up o go to the bar but I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his pants so told him I’d get the drinks.

I came back with the drinks to see Jack full of enthusiasm.

“So tell me more mate. Was it good?”

“Well” I said “If the guy hadn’t moved abroad I’d still be sucking him off every week”.

“Fucking hell mate! said Jack “Did you let him cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, most times” I said “Sometimes he was so excited he would cum within seconds”.

“Wow!” I’d no idea that you would do anything like that. Guess that would make you Bi”.

I picked up my beer and downed half of it in one go knowing that it was non alcoholic and that I was driving..

“Did you do anything else with this guy then?” asked Jack, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Well I did let him fuck me in the back of his car one night”. I said. “It hurt like fuck a first but then it was pretty damn awesome”.

Jack gulped in surprise.

“Fucking hell man, you let him fuck you! This gets better and better”.

“Come on” I said “Drink up we better get home”.

Reluctantly Jack finished his drink and we got in my car to drive home.

Jack was quiet most of the way but then started to ask questions again.

“Did his cock and spunk taste nice?”

“Yes” I said “His cum was on the sweet side and as for his cock it was always so stiff and about seven and a half inches long. It tasted pretty damn good too”.

“If only I’d known you sucked cock I’d have gotten you to suck mine”.

After a few quiet moments again I took a turn into a country lane and parked beneath some trees.

“What you doing?” said Jack.

“Get your cock out mate and I’ll suck you off. That’s what you want isn’t it?”

He looked at me with sheer surprise and whilst continuing to stare at me he undid his jeans and removed his already stiff cock.

It looked a pretty nice suckable dick so I grabbed the hot shaft and ducked down to lick it up and down. When I took half of his prick in my mouth

he moaned with sheer ecstasy.

It had been a while since I’d sucked cock but the technique soon came back and I was soon gobbling it for all I was worth.

“Fuck! Mate! I’m coming already” he said and I sucked and gobbled his prick harder, my fingers pulling his balls out of his jeans.

He started to spurt his excited load into my mouth, his cock pumping cum out like a faulty ice cream machine. I slurped and swilled his sweet spunk around my mouth before swallowing the lot.

“Fuck! Mate! That was terrific” he said. “Fucking terrific!”

I continued to suck all around his creamy knob my fingers bobbing his balls up and down in the hope of more spunk.

“Fuck! How did my cock and cum compare with that other guys mate” said Jack putting his cock away and doing his jeans up.

I wiped my lips, the sweet taste of Jacks spunk alive in my mouth.

“It was pretty nice mate. Pity you didn’t last long as I was just getting into my stride”.

I was of course now as horny as fuck myself and the lingering taste of cum I had in my mouth only served to keep my prick as stiff as a rod. In the pretence of a piss I got out of the car and hurried into the trees.

Wanking myself off in the moonlight was a quick job in itself and I was soon shooting a hot batch of sperm up the tree trunk.

Jack was oblivious to the fact I’d wanked off, he had his eyes shut when I got back to the car and a silly contented look on his face proving what a good job I had done.

Funnily Jack didn’t contact me the following week to arrange to go out so I rang him.

“Hey mate are we not going for a drink as usual?” I said.

“Hi. I’m not sure we should, I mean after last week I feel so fucking embarrassed”. replied Jack.

“Look” I said “I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, what’s wrong with that. Nobody need know, it’s our secret.

I’m presuming you did enjoy it?”

“Fuck yes” came the reply “So much so I can think of nothing else and have wanked thinking about it every fucking day”.

“That’s good mate, so I will pick you up as usual” I said and before he could answer I put the phone down.

Jack was waiting for me outside his house as usual.  he looked  little uncomfortable at first but once he’d had his first pint of beer he relaxed and was soon asking me questions again.

“When that guy fucked you up the arse did he wear a condom?” asked Jack.

I remembered the fuck well.

“No mate, he fucked me raw and shot his load deep in my arse and it was fantastic”.

I could see that Jack was getting excited again and so I awaited his next question.

“Fucking Hell! He shagged you raw, what did his bare cock feel like?”

“Hot! It felt hot and stiff and after a while it felt fucking amazing”.

“Did he ever kiss you?” asked Jack “I’m so curious”.

“Fuck yes! He used to stick his tongue in my mouth as he was shafting me and he was an excellent kisser”.

Jack was beaming now, his face a picture of curiosity.

“I’ll tell you something else he did to me shall I mate?” I said stirring up Jack’s curiosity even more.

“Yeah! What was that? I’m all fucking ears”.

“Well” I started “He did something I’d never had done to me before and it felt fucking awesome”.

“Fuck! Tell me mate! Tell me” demanded Jack.

I took a slow sip of my beer and then told him about the time I’d been rimmed.

“He stuck his tongue up you fucking arse? I don’t fucking believe it”.

“It’s true” I said “We were in the back of his car again, there wasn’t a lot of room but he bent me over the drivers seat and stuck his tongue up my arse and it was the most exciting thing I’d ever had done to me apart from the fuck”.

Jack’s face was wrinkled with surprise and absolute curiosity.

“Fuck mate! You’re getting me so fucking stiff” said Jack his hand covering his bulging crotch.

“Maybe it’s time to go” I said “Maybe you want to stick that erect cock up my arse on the way home, I’ll let you fuck me”.

Jack didn’t know what to say but I could see his cock was twitching in his pants.

I pulled over into the same place I’d sucked him off.

“Don’t look so scared mate” I said “Leave it to me. I’m already lubed up ready for you”.

I leaned across to him and kissed him on the lips. His soft lips opened up and I slid my tongue into his mouth. at the same time I undid his jeans and slipped my hand in to feel his stiff cock.

He responded to the kissing very well and his cock throbbed excitedly in my hand.

With some difficulty I removed my own jeans and pants with one hand keeping his cock nice and stiff with the other.

With his dick straining Northward I eased over onto his lap and impaled myself on his hot pulsating prick. I started to rise and fall on his dick all the while working my tongue around his hot mouth.

He held my bum cheeks in his hands and worked me up and down on his cock, his hot knob end driving deep into my arse.

I rode his prick hard and then told him to take control and fuck me on my back.

We scrambled into the back seat of the car and he managed to get stuck back up my arse and start shagging.

“Hey mate. I can’t believe I’m actually fucking you” he said between thrusting grunts.

“Just enjoy it” I said “Enjoy it and spurt your load up me when you’re ready”.

“Oh! Fuck! I’m ready now” he said “I can’t fucking stop it” and he immediately flooded my hole with his juicy spunk.

The car was a little cramped and we both decided that a fuck on a bed was essential next time.

“I can’t believe I’ve just fucked you mate” said Jack pulling up his pants. “I’ve actually had my cock right up your fucking arse and it was fucking awesome mate”.

I could feel his cum seeping from me and my cock straining to be attended to.

Jack took hold of my pick and began to wank me slowly.

“Least I can do mate is to get you off” he said and after a few moments wanking me he bent down and took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me off.

I was almost there , just getting to that nut juicing stage when a loud tap on the window stopped the both of us in our tracks.

Outside grinning like a cheshire cat was a man of about sixty mouthing something to us urgently. Jack and I both scuffled to get into some sort of order with the man still banging on the window.

Finally I rolled the window down.

“Hey guys I need a lift home can you take me to

the outskirts of Leicester. I’ll make it worth your while” he said.

“Sorry mate” I said still tying to look half decent “We have to get home”.

“I’ll suck you both off guys only please give me a lift. I’ll swallow both your loads only I have to get back tonight”.

Jack looked at me and nodded his head.

“Sounds like a plan to me buddy” he said and he let the guy into the back seat as I got into the front to drive.

We’d only gone a couple of miles up the road when I could see the old guy with his head in Jack’s lap.

“For fucks sake don’t break suddenly” said Jack enjoying the man’s mouth around his prick.

I had a terrific hard on in the front seat and was driving trying to keep my eyes on the road and also on the antics in the back seat.

“I’ll have to pull over Jack” I said “I’m just too fucking excited watching you two”.

I’d pulled into lay by and settled  to watch the old man suck my straight friend off whilst I wanked my rigid prick.

“Oh! Fuck! I’m going to come off” said Jack suddenly and the old man began to gobble faster, his hand waning Jack’s shaft up and down.

“Fucking swallow that load” said Jack, holding the old man’s head down on his cock and I knew that Jack was pumping a juicy load down the guy’s throat.

“Your turn now” said the old man releasing Jack’s cock and wiping his lips and Jack swapped places with me so that the old guy could suck me off too.

My trousers and pants  were soon around my ankles and the old man’s mouth soon slurping around my cock. He was an excellent cock sucker, edging me over and over, lapping my knob frantically and sucking re cum from my cock like it was going out of fashion.

“He’s good isn’t he” said Jack watching us both.

“Good? Its fucking fantastic” I said between gasps of breath.

My balls were tingling and churning up my spunk and the old man knew he had me right there so he began to deep throat my prick over and over, sliding my shaft right own into his hot throat and back. I was in suck heaven and my bollocks just leapt in heir sac and tossed out an abundance of cum that the old man greedily swallowed.

“That was good lads” said the man “Very sweet and juicy. Was it worth a lift home or do you both want to fuck an old man hard when you get him home.

Despite having cum a fucking gallon, my prick twitched and produced another juicy blob of cum.

“Your on mate” said Jack, taking the initiative again. “When we drive you home we both get to fuck you hard”.

“Balls willing” I chipped in.

With at least another forty minutes drive Jack and I knew we would be up to another orgasm and so did the man who’s name was appropriately Dick !

With phone excuses why we would be late home I drove Dick to his house which turned out to be a rather plush bungalow.

After a few beers Dick suggested we got comfy in the bedroom.

The old guy began to undress and to our surprise had a nice firm gym body as well as a good length of cock, even limp.

Jack and I followed and began to strip off too after which the three of us had a shower. Unable to accommodate three of us we showered separately.

My shower was a delicious soapy affair with my prick sliding in and out of my closed soapy fist till I was almost spunking.

When I got back to the bedroom Dick was feasting on Jack’s stiff cock and pulling on my mate’s balls.

I got onto the bed and Dick transferred his lips to my rigid cock and began sucking.

Jack spread a good amount of lube on his cock courtesy of Dick’s jar of Vaseline on the bedside table.

Dick was on all fours laying over me and gobbling pre cum from my prick whilst Jack in his new confident gay mode stuck his prick up the old man’s willing arse. Dick groaned throatily, his mouth gobbling harder on my prick. Jack began to fuck the old man, holding the guys hips and shagging him hard. Dick stopped sucking briefly to give Jack some encouragement, not that Jack needed any.

“Yeah! Mate! Fuck me harder! Harder man! Harder! Stick it all the way in right to your fucking balls. Yeah! Like that. Ooooh! Fuck! Yeah! said the old man.

Jack was giving the old guy a hell of a fucking and my cock was seeping pre cum watching the old man take it. Apart from that my hole was twitching with jealousy and needing some fucking as well.

“Come on, you get stuck in him now” said Jack to me, his cock now out of Dick’s twitchy hole.

I got right behind the old guy and slipped my full length up his arse till my balls were banging against his.

I fucked him hard just how he wanted it, my nuts slapping him at every thrust until a jack hammer of a fuck had my spunk shooting deep into Dick’s hot gut.

I pulled my dripping prick out and Jack got stuck back in the old arse, fucking it without mercy.

Dick was groaning his head off and wanking his old prick in time with the fuck.

When Jack came he hollered so fucking loud and the old man started hollering too as both creamed off at the same time.

We were so fucking late home that night as we stayed even longer and Dick had us both. he was a great fucker for his age and he shagged Jack within an inch of his fucking life before pounding my arse off. Boy was my hole sore by the time he had finished with me and what a fucking load he shot in me, I was seeping cum all the way home as Jack was too.

Our wives were not happy at all when we finally got home and our pathetic excuse of a flat tyre and  then a hold up in a traffic jam didn’t cu any mustard.

“Fuck it” we didn’t  give a toss and the following week Jack and I met as usual and fucked each others brains out after a hot cock sucking session.

We were hoping we would meet Dick out on the road again but we were sure we’d be able to pick up another hot dude, young or old who needed out cocks and our hot hungry arses!

IV

His hand gently massaged my thigh, his fingers grazing upwards with each pulse. My skin burned beneath his touch, even through the fabric of my shorts, and I was surprised by the intensity of such a simple gesture, by the responsiveness of my body. Electricity radiated up into my abdomen, branching out like lightning across a stormy sky, warming my chest, stirring butterflies in my stomach. My eyes held his, each of us watching each other, scanning for the tiniest details or signals, of what I wasn’t sure. 

I felt the pressure of his hand graze my crotch, pressing softly against my balls through my shorts, and I let out an involuntary sigh. My hips shifted forward on the couch, my legs falling open to grant him easier access. He took this sign of permission and pressed his palm against my crotch, squeezing and kneading gently. I let out a shaky breath, and the thought flashed briefly in my mind that I should feel shocked or scandalized by the situation, that my head should be spinning with confusion, but in reality I felt a searing clarity in Parker’s hand on me, in his eyes boring into mine. 

“That feels good,” I said, my voice soft and breathy.

“Good,” Parker smiled. “That’s the point.”

He cupped my balls in his hand, giving them a soft squeeze and letting them slip from his grasp as his hand traveled upwards, coming to rest on my stomach. With a cautious look in his eye, he slid his fingers under the fabric of my shirt, his palm warm and soft on my bare skin. I rested my head back against the sofa, letting myself feel the sensation of his skin on mine. 

It was pleasant, his touch, and through it I felt a sense of heightened reality, a sort of anchoring to the world around me where his skin met mine. His fingers dragged slowly across my stomach, betraying his curiosity while demonstrating his patience and restraint, and he traced a circle around my belly button, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He followed my happy trail to the waistband of my shorts and slipped a finger just barely beneath the elastic, pausing here. I opened my eyes and looked at Parker, his face waiting on permission, which I gave in the tiniest nod of my head. I looked down and watched his hand slip into my shorts.

I felt his fingers slide across my groin, weaving through my pubic hair as they went. 

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m pretty hairy down there right now.”

“Don’t apologize,” Parker said gruffly. “It’s hot.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He flashed a devilish grin, and slid his hand further down, his fingers splitting around the base of my cock and making contact with my balls. I gasped, my back arching, writhing at his touch. My hand reflexively grabbed Parker’s shoulder, bracing myself as if my body may fly away from me at any moment. His hand massaged me for a moment, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of his touch, and I watched his hand rise and fall beneath black fabric, the shape suggestive and erotic, the details hidden from view. With each roll of his hand, a wave of heat washed over my body, and I was already moaning softly under my breath. 

I was shocked by the intensity of feeling he aroused in me. I was no stranger to pleasuring myself; I masturbated most nights at bedtime, and often on lazy Saturday mornings when I first woke up. I’d always assumed the sensations would be more-or-less the same with another person, so I was unprepared for this difference, this potency of Parker’s hand on me. I didn’t want it to stop. 

Satisfied with his warmup, Parker’s hand traveled upwards, his fingers wrapping around the base of my cock, which rapidly hardened in his hand. He slowly traced my dick from base to tip, his grip loose. I threw my head back, and my breath hitched in my throat, and Parker began to really stroke me. As my cock stood to attention, my shorts quickly became a hindrance.

“Can I take your shorts off?” Parker asked, clearly noticing the issue. His voice was kind and reassuring.

“Please,” I growled.

I lifted my hips from the couch and pulled my shorts down, my cock slapping against my stomach. I heard Parker let out a quiet gasp.

“Shit, dude,” he said under his breath. As I sat back, my shorts on the floor around my ankles, his hand returned to my cock and he began to stroke me with a newfound zeal. He pumped me in his fist quickly, in short bursts, then tightened his grip and slowly worked up and down my shaft, twisting his hand and swirling his fingers around the crown, drawing a bead of precum on the tip. He continued in this offbeat rhythm, teasing and surprising me, never letting my body settle into a predictable cadence. 

“Parker,” I gasped, my hand returning to his shoulder. “Dude, that feels so good.”

“Good,” Parker grinned. “Dude, you’re so fucking hot right now.”

His hand kept pumping and somehow my cock got even harder than it was before, heat radiating into my abdomen, down into my toes. My legs writhed as if on their own, my fingers gripped the couch, Parker’s shoulder. After a few minutes, Parker paused and climbed off the couch and positioned himself between my legs. His forearms rested on my thighs, his free hand slid underneath my shirt and up my stomach, and he stroked me slowly, intentionally, as if wanting to avoid any possibility of ending the party too soon. 

In this posture, his face was distractingly close to my cock. It was wild to see that, fully hard, my shaft ran almost the full length of his face. There was something satisfying and terribly arousing about seeing my size next to him, seeing my erection standing tall and proud and shameless before him. He looked up, watching me watch him, and, flashing a wicked grin, he leaned forward and gently licked the tip of my cock. 

I gasped, and bucked my hips, pushing Parker backwards. I heard a thud as his back hit the coffee table. 

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed, leaning forward, nearly knocking our foreheads together as I did. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said with a grin. “Sounded worse than it was.” We looked at each other for a moment, my cock standing tall between us, twitching slightly with my pulse. “Would you want to go to your room? Maybe give us a bit more space?”

“Oh,” I said, a bit surprised. I wasn’t sure if a new location implied new activities, but in my current state I was willing to find out. “Yeah, we should.”

Parker stood and offered me a hand, pulling me to my feet, my erection brushing against his stomach as I stood. He turned and began walking towards the bedroom. 

I sat on my bed and shuffled over so my back was propped against the pillows, legs splayed before me, my dick resting flat against my stomach. Parker looked at me from the foot of the bed, his eyes dark. “You should take your shirt off,” he suggested. I obeyed. As I tossed my shirt to the floor, Parker placed his knee on the bed, starting to crawl towards me. 

“Wait,” I said, startling even myself. 

“What is it? You good?” He asked, removing his knee from the mattress.

“Yeah, I just…” I paused. “You should take your clothes off, too.”

The corner of Parker’s mouth raised a fraction of an inch, and he nodded. “Okay.” Slowly, he pulled his shirt off over his head. I watched the hem of the shirt lift, exposing the smooth, tan skin of his abdomen. My eyes were once again drawn to the definition of his abs, the rounded curve of his chest. His nipples were hard, and in this moment I found myself almost as fascinated by his chest as I typically felt about a pair of breasts. I filed this thought away for later, telling myself in the interim that bare skin is bare skin, while Parker hooked his thumbs into his shorts and dropped them to the ground. His cock was about half-hard, much larger than when we’d showered earlier in the afternoon, and his foreskin had retracted slightly to expose the head of his penis. It was a dark purple and glistened from precum.

“Better?” He asked. 

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly very dry, and nodded. His eyes scanned up and down my body, and he shook his head, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just…” he paused. “You’re so fucking hot, dude.”

I laughed, feeling my cheeks warm, trying to wrap my head around the situation. Lying there naked and aroused, my cock hard and my skin flushed, and seeing the lust in his eyes, I felt sexy, desirable, powerful. It was a far cry from my usual state of timidity. “Right back at ya,” I heard myself say. 

Parker climbed onto his knees on the mattress and leaned forward, his ass raised high in the air. I felt his tongue tease my balls, wet and warm and coarse against my soft skin, and I gripped the duvet for support. I stared at the long, smooth line of his back, the shapely curve of his ass, wondering what it looked like from the other angle. Suddenly, I found myself asking a curious and familiar question – What would it feel like to fuck him? What would a guy’s body feel like beneath mine? It felt like a radical escalation considering we’d just started experimenting with mouths, but I couldn’t shake the thought from my brain. 

Meanwhile Parker’s mouth explored my balls, my taint, the crease of my thighs, and my pubes, licking and kissing and nipping everything but my dick, teasing me until my cock could no longer stand the anticipation. Finally, he licked my shaft, slowly, from base to tip, and took me in his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction from his tongue and suction of his lips unlike anything I’d ever felt before. His head bobbed up and down while one hand rested on my stomach and another teased my balls, and I watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth. 

Somehow, I wanted more, and hips bucking up against him, sliding my dick even further into him. He gripped my shaft and took me all the way in (I felt myself hit the back of his throat) and I moaned loudly, releasing the duvet and burying my hands in his hair. Gripping his head, I rocked my hips feeling his throat open around me, until I heard a gagging sound, and I let go, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I got carried away.” 

Parker looked up at me with watery eyes and a fiendish smile. “Do not apologize for face fucking me,” he growled. “Ever.”

I laughed. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Parker grinned and returned to licking my balls.

My hands moved from his head to his shoulders, massaging the sinewy muscles, feeling the curve of his biceps. I leaned forward, sending my hands down his back, my hands gliding effortlessly over his velvet-smooth skin. I’d never imagined a guy’s skin could be so soft and sensuous, and I stretched my arm as far as it would reach, my palm flat against him. Parker read my mind and began to walk his knees, bringing his lower body up to my abdomen, never loosening his grip on my cock. 

His knee rested against my ribcage, and my hands, following an automatic response, reached out and touched him – his lower back, his upper thigh, his abdomen, his ass. His skin felt delicate and smooth, totally hairless everywhere I made contact, and as my hand continued to explore, I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to touch his most private area, to grip him in my hand, to feel his hardness and warmth. My hand, resting on the small of his back, slowly dragged down, across his bare ass cheek and thigh, my fingers trailing around his hamstring until I gripped the inside of his leg, then, slowly, cautiously, I began to move my hand up. 

I felt his balls first graze the back of my hand, warm and soft, then extended my fingers and felt the backs of them brush against his cock, which hung beneath him. A jolt ran through him, and he took his mouth off me, turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t have to…reciprocate,” he assured me.

“I know,” I confessed. “I want to.”

“Oh,” he nodded absentmindedly. “Well then. Carry on.”

My fingers wrapped around his dick, and I felt him shudder. I was surprised by the feel of it, the softness of the skin over the hard, dense tissue, similar to mine yet simultaneously new and strange. His foreskin slid up and down easily with the motion of my hand, a foreign but not unpleasant sensation. I felt the wet warmth of Parker’s mouth on me and I tried to stroke in synchrony with his movements, eliciting a moan which vibrated through and on and around my dick. A smile crept across my face and I fought the urge to laugh, whether from nervousness or embarrassment or sheer ecstasy I couldn’t quite be sure. 

My hand continued its exploration, finding Parker’s balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. My finger traced the line of his taint, surprised by how smooth and soft the skin was – especially compared to the hair between my legs – and, with an odd mix of arousal and fascination, my finger slid across his hole. Parker let out another moan, clearly excited and surprised by the contact. I took this as a positive sign and continued to touch him, swirling and circling, feeling the folds and ridges of skin at my fingertips. Then, as Parker breathed heavily and stroked me slowly in his hand, I pressed my finger against him. He gave way with surprising ease, and my finger slid inside him. I removed it, startled by the impulse that had motivated me. 

“Oh God, do that again,” Parker panted. 

Carefully, I obliged. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it, then returned it to his hole where I pressed against him. Again, his body relented at my touch, and my finger entered him, pausing about halfway. Inside, he was warm and impossibly soft, not too terribly different from the sensation of his mouth, but the effect on him was noticeable. He writhed and arched his back, pressing back against me until my finger was inside, buried to the knuckle. 

“Fuck, Luke,” he moaned. “That feels good.”

Emboldened, I pulled my finger back and thrust it into him again, eliciting a cry from his throat. His upper body dropped to the mattress, his arms extending above his head, his ass high in the air. I did this again and again, feeling an enormous sense of pride and power wash over me, savoring this newfound ability to have this influence over another person’s body, to cause such pleasure. As I pressed into him again, my finger came across a small, rough lump, and Parker jumped, crying out at my touch. 

“Shit, sorry,” I said, removing my hand immediately. 

Parker laughed, the side of his face on the mattress. “Luke, stop saying you’re sorry.”

“Sorry,” I stuttered. “I mean…I just mean, I thought I hurt you.”

He turned his head to look at me, his expression warm, his brow furrowed. “You didn’t hurt me. You just hit my prostate.”

“Oh,” I said flatly. “Oh! Wait, that’s what a prostate feels like?” 

He laughed. “Yessir, and if you hit that a couple more times I’m probably not gonna be able to contain myself. Literally.” 

We looked at each other for a minute and then burst into laughter. My hand came to rest on his upper thigh. 

Suddenly, Parker swung around and straddled me, his thighs squeezing the lower part of my rib cage, his ass hovering above my stomach, his dick pointing straight out in front of him. He looked at me with a muddled expression.

“This is weird, right?” He asked casually.

“It is,” I laughed. “But also…”

“It doesn’t feel weird…right?” He finished my thought exactly.

“No,” I swallowed. “It doesn’t.”

“Okay, good,” he chuckled. “Thought it was just me.”

Parker cocked a grin and reached behind him, taking hold of my cock, rocking back and forth so that his hand stroked me with the movement. Each time he rocked back, his ass came to rest on my stomach, the heat from the contact radiating through my core. The weight of his body on mine, the pressure of his thighs on my side, felt protective, secure, grounding me, preventing me from drifting away in doubt or disbelief. I looked up at his body, all lean muscle and sharp angles and graceful curves, like a marble statue somewhere in a museum, and a word leapt into my mind that I would never have expected to use for any of my male friends: beauty. I was struck by his beauty. And the thought that someone beautiful could look at me with such desire made me feel infinite. 

I reached up and took hold of his cock, letting the rhythm of his body move him in and out of my fist. He threw his head back in ecstasy and began to rock more fervently, his hand stroking and twisting and gripping my dick all the while. A moan escaped my chest, vibrating through my throat, deep and rough like an animal’s growl, and I began to pump my hand faster and faster. We dissolved into a jumble of rocking bodies and thrusting limbs, a cacophony of heaving breathing and ecstatic whimpers, until I felt the pressure building up in my groin. 

“Parker,” I gasped. “I’m gonna…” 

But I was too late, I felt myself begin to shoot ropes of cum into the air as Parker’s hand continued to work on me without mercy. For a moment, the room fell away, as if sight and sound were cut off to make space for this overwhelming sense of touch, this tidal wave of pleasure washing over me, the weight of Parker on my stomach. It may have been minutes or milliseconds, but I was aware of nothing besides my body and his, until I heard him inhale sharply, felt his cock twitch in my hand, as he spent himself in strings and splatters across my chest, some hitting me in the chin. 

My chest heaved and my heart raced and I tried to catch my breath. As I opened my eyes, I saw Parker looking down at me, an expression of awe on his face. 

“Dude, that was…” he began, but his voice gave way to laughter.

“It was,” I agreed, laughing with him. He looked down at me, no doubt at the puddles of cum – his cum – covering my chest. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get that all over you,” he said, his cheeks turning pink.

I looked down at the mess, at his cock slowly softening on my stomach, and grinned. 

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I don’t mind.”

He stared at me for a good minute, neither of us sure what to say. Finally, he swung his leg over me and fell face-down on the mattress beside me. 

“Well if I wasn’t worn out before,” Parker mumbled into the pillow.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I know what you mean.”

I looked at him, his back covered in a few splatters of my cum, and marveled at what had just happened. I didn’t know what I’d expected it to feel like, but I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be like this. With a friend. With a guy. But it was good. It was very good. And in a weird way, as I watched Parker’s beautiful back rise and fall with his breath, I realized I didn’t see him differently because of it. He was someone I enjoyed being with, someone I cared about, someone I trusted, someone whose presence in my life had come to mean a lot. Someone who’d just made me feel better than I’d ever known I could. 

I admittedly didn’t have a lot of experience with attraction, and even less with romance, but I had to wonder, laying here, side-by-side, smelling of sweat and sex, what more it required beyond what had just taken place. I felt warm, and my hand, almost of its own volition, reached out and rested gently on Parker’s bare butt. It wasn’t a sexual gesture – at least, I didn’t intend it to be – but it felt intimate, possessive, vulnerable.

Parker raised himself on his forearms and looked at me, his brow furrowed. 

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just…,” he weighed his words. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” I nodded, giving his butt a playful squeeze.

“You’re not getting hit by the post-nut clarity?” 

I put on my best thinking face and let out a long, “Hmmmmmm.”

Parker laughed and shoved my shoulder playfully, leaving his arm draped across my chest. “Oh shut up, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t regret anything.”

“I don’t,” I said earnestly. “It was fun, and it felt…” I tried to find a sufficient word. “It felt amazing. Truly.”

“Good,” Parker smiled. “You deserve to feel that way.”

His words hit me in the chest. It was such a simple statement, but it felt like the most radical truth in the universe, an unprecedented rejection of everything I’d grown up believing about myself, about my body, about the space I occupy in the world. It was like a door had opened, one that had long been locked and marked with the words DO NOT ENTER, a door I had been warned against for years and years, but having opened it and stepped inside I found only pleasure, connection, a sense of joy and playfulness and excitement I’d long extinguished, writing it off as naive and immature. I found something I’d thought had been lost for me.

“What?” Parker asked, reading the expression on my face.

“I…” I thought of how to say what I felt. “I think I’d like to do this again sometime. If you’d want to, that is.”

Parker’s eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” 

I nodded.

Parker’s head bobbed side to side as if deliberating my proposal, only the coloring of his cheeks betraying his real excitement as his eyes met mine. “I think I’d like that, too.” 

“Cool,” I smiled, relieved. My right hand came up to clasp his forearm where it fell across my chest. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know what that means. Like, I don’t know if we’d just be friends fooling around or if we’d be…”

“Hey,” he cut me off. “You don’t have to know. You’ll figure that out when you’re ready.”

His eyes burned into mine, and I suddenly felt my nakedness, my vulnerability. “Okay,” I agreed. 

Parker laid back down, his side pressed up against me, his face nuzzled against my upper arm, and we laid there for a while, chatting aimlessly, continuing our usual, friendly banter as if nothing new had happened. Despite our nakedness and the contact of our bodies and the cum slowly drying on our skin, it was just like any of our other conversations, enjoyable and reassuring. 

“So,” he said as we exhausted our discussion about the pros and cons of PC gaming versus console, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

I laughed and thought for a second. “No plans yet. Why?”

“I’ve been wanting to try this new brunch spot in Uptown,” he said casually. “Would you want to go with me?”

A grin spread across my face, though I kept my voice calm. “Sure. I could do brunch.”

“Cool. Sweet,” he said nonchalantly. “Can’t wait.” 

I laughed, and he offered my shoulder a gentle kiss. It was a quick peck, playful and affectionate, and lasted no more than a second, but as we chatted into the night, gradually winding down and drifting off to sleep, I felt the warmth where his lips had been for a good, long while.

THE END

Something about me: I am a 22-year-old university student, studying physics at the University of Ljubljana. I stand tall at 184 cm with what I believe is a great body physic, somehow musculus, with a nice medium large bubble butt. I am sporting a 14 cm soft and 22 cm when fully hard dick, with big balls as well. And my main goal in life is to have as much good sex as I possibly can.

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It was a Tuesday evening, around 19h, and I had a train in few minutes, taking me to Ljubljana for some university stuff I needed to do on Thursday morning. It was an international train, coming from Croatia and with a direct journey to Ljubljana, stopping only at two stations in between. When it came to the station, it was one of those trains that the carriage is open and there are no separate compartments. I boarded it in the last part, as I usually do, and it tends to be emptier there. And so, it was this time as well, only one guy that I could see. He was sitting in the penultimate row of seats, facing the way of me walking. I went all the way down the passage and sat down in the last row, facing the other way, looking directly at the guy. He was wearing a loose black tank top, white (swim) shorts and flip flops, he had a small backpack with him as I could see. He was on his phone.

I put down on the chair opposite to the one that I sat on the things I had with me – a laptop bag and a small bag with some clothes and other things inside. I was wearing light blue skinny shorts, beige fitted shirt, that I had opened with a big V, and some brown flip flops as well. I took my phone from the shorts pocket. Looked at some things and then opened Grindr, in hopes I would find some guy(s) in Ljubljana to hook up with when I arrive there. But when I opened it, I saw a profile with out a picture, that said it was 0 meters away and it seemed interesting. It was only stated the age on 19 years old. I send the ‘Hi’ to him and then I heard the guy’s phone ring, I then send something else, and the guy’s phone rang again.

Then I just closed my phone, putting it on the seat, then I looked at the guy, stood up, walked to his seat and sat down next to him. I greeted him and quite quickly put my hand, first on his leg, then on his crotch. We exchanged a few words, in this time he put his hand on my crotch as well. I got to know that he went on a two-day trip to Croatian coast and was now returning home, he was from Ptuj as he said. His name was Marko. In that short time, we told each other a few things more.

Then I went with my hang under the waistband of those swim shorts that he was wearing and started massaging his dick, that was at this point already almost fully hard. He untied the string on his waist. With the other hand I opened the button on my pants, and he moved his hand inside and did the same. We both were not wearing any underwear. As no other passenger was there, I pulled the front part of his pants under his balls, so his dick was out in the open. It had 18 cm, he said. I lowered my head and put his dick in my mouth. It was still salty. I started sucking him as he leaned back comfortably on the seat. He moved his hand to the back of my pants and started massaging my hole and grabbing my ass.

In that moment we were so into it, that we did not even notice the conductor that came to check our tickets. The conductor was a younger guy, probably in his late twenties, was quite tall and well build, musculus, his pants were clinging around his thighs and ass. His arms were very muscly as well. It was a bit obvious that he did not mind what he saw that much, as he did not say anything, but waited until we noticed him. We quickly went apart, me buttoning my pants, and Marko pulling his pants over his dick. He then did not say anything about that it was inappropriate, but clearly it turned him on a bit, as his bulge was getting bigger, and he grabbed it through his pants. He said that we can continue doing it and that he will come back. Then he just went somewhere. So, we did not even need to show our tickets.

We did not, at least I did not, really know what to expect. We, Marko and I, just looked at each. Then he came back. He said that he put he note that other people do not come in this part of the train, oh and there were only 7 others on the train he said. He then unbuckled his belt, took it down, unbuttoned his pants, but not pulled them down, and took out his dick from red underwear he was wearing. It was very big; I would say that around 20 cm. That was the sign for us that we can continue. This time, I pulled the swim short from Marko completely off, and went down again on sucking him. He started sucking the conductor that was standing up. He put back his hand on my ass. And I put one of my hands on Marko’s ass, the other one, I squeezed in and grabbed the conductor’s ass, it was very firm. After a bit, I took of my pants, Marko saw that and went down on me and started sucking me. I then started sucking the conductor’s dick and I at the same time pulled his pants lower and begun to caress his hole.

On the sound system it was then heard the announcement that the next stop in coming, one of the two on the journey, that means in 2-3 minutes the train will stop. He then pulled his underwear back on, tucking his dick under the waistband, and his pants. He did not tuck his shirt back in, so that it could hide a bit of his hardon. He joked about putting his racket in front of it to hide it. We came to a stop, and he went to the door and directed a few people that came on the train to the other side. We in the meantime sucked one another. He then waved so we started moving again, the next stop was 50 minutes away, and then came back to us.

This time, he took his pants completely off, as he did with his underwear, and sat down on the seat opposite to us. Marko pulled off his tank top, went on his knees and started sucking him again. I then got a gorgeous view of his ass, he was not that big, but still nice and firm, with his hole nicely visible, and not a single hair could be seen, he was shaven recently. I also took of my shirt, then went and started riming him, again getting the salty taste. I started fingering him with one hand and jerking him with other. The conductor’s hand was also on his ass and the other guiding his head up and down on his dick. The conductor grabbed his pants of the seat next to him, and from the pockets took out a stash of condoms and threw it to me. I opened one, put it on my dick then got close to Marko’s butt, slapped it a few times with it, then entered him. He was very tight, but I went all the way in, quite quickly as well. He was about to let out a scream, but the conductor covered his mouth the right time and guided him back to his dick.

I fucked him for a bit, then sat back on the seat behind me. The conductor then gestured Marko to stand up, he turned him around, so he was facing me, quickly put on a condom himself then gestured him to sit on his dick. It went more smoothly this time, because I stretched him a bit, but his dick was a bit thicker than mine. He rode him for some time, and in the meantime, I was standing in front of him, and he was sucking my dick. Then I turned over and gave him my ass to lick. A bit later I sat back down and leaned on the seat, so my ass was facing them and was ready to be entered. The conductor lifted Marko up, ripping away the condom and putting a new one on, got half on his knees then started to enter me. I had my hole nice and tight, so it was a very nice sensation. Marko in that time stepped on the seat next to me, then went over me. He put his dick in my mouth, and I sucked him again. The conductor in that time as well started to eat his ass.

He then stood down from the seats, getting behind the conductor and started licking his ass. He took one of the condoms, put it on his dick and slowly entered him. In that moment the conductor stopped fucking me for a bit and just rested with his dick still in me. Then started thrusting in me again. After a bit I just slightly pushed him out of me with my legs against his stomach. Marko stopped fucking him at that time too and sat down where I was. Then I stood up, went behind him, put a condom on and entered him abruptly. He let out a slight sigh. I fucked him a bit.

We kind a forgot about the time, and out of the sudden there was heard the announcement that we are coming to the next stop. He quickly stood up, leaving my dick behind. Quickly started to put on his shirt as I was giving him his pants and he just stood in them, and I pulled them up (no underwear this time) and buttoned them. His dick this time was tenting his pant quite a bit. But fortunately, there were no new passengers seen on the platform on the station, so he just went to the door like that and just without stepping out waved to the driver. The final stop was just 15 minutes away.

He came back and quickly got out of his clothes. He got down with his knees on the seat on the other side, with his ass up, I went to him and entered him quickly. Marko came closer to, went to the other side, and out his dick in the conductor’s mouth. This time I fucked him harder. That got him to the edge and he cummed all over the sit under him. As he did, that sent me over too, I quickly pulled it out, junked the condom off, and shoot my load all over his back.  Some reached also Marko’s stomach. Conductor then jerked Marko off, and he came on his face, his own stomach and some went on the seat beneath him as well.

The conductor then turned around sitting on the sit behind him, not minding at all that his ass and back were full of my cum, then was now brushed off on the seats, or maybe that was his intention to clean it off. Marko took my dick in his mouth and cleaned it, in the meantime the conductor licked off the cum from Marko’s stomach, and I licked it from conductor’s face.

Then before we put our clothes back on, I really needed to piss. The toilet was right there a row a way from us, and the door was facing the seats we were on. So, I just walked to it naked, leaving the door opened and started to piss. Marko and the guy also came and started pissing. As it was a new train, the toilet has closed drain until flushing. We filled up almost the whole bowl with our piss and were still going. That time the conductor just turned around, not even holding his pee, but doing in all over, and continued in the sink. Marko and I did the same, but Marko held it a bit. When we were done, Marko sucked me and conductor clean.

We went back to the seats and started putting our clothes back on and then the announcement went over the sound system. It must have been the conductors last working train ride, as he put on his underwear, pants and shirt, not tucking it in, and his belt and tie he just put in his bag. We left all the wrappers and condoms right where we threw them, took our bags and went together off the train. Marko went to the different platform for his next train, me and the conductor walked through the parking lot together, he offered me the ride, left me at my place and drove off.