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  • Family lust

    This my first post everyone! Please be nice lol and feel free to share your thoughts in the comments! 


    (Inspired by true personal events)

    On a warm summer day when the temperature was 101, I was lying on my bed trying to cool down, however, of course, that’s impossible with a house full of energetic men. I lived with my 2 older brothers and my dad, my mom had died with I was a little kid and my oldest sister lived halfway across the country. As I was lying down on my bed my dad called my name from the backyard “OWEN!!” Of course, I stood up like a soldier and replied with “coming” and I went downstairs to the backyard. When I stepped out to the backyard there was my dad standing a glorious specimen of a dad, he had salt and pepper hair but he had always carried about his physique, he was super hairy all over his body, and he had a small gut but you can see the outline of a 6 pack but he’s best aspect was his arms, his biceps where huge and muscular and his arms where raised up in the air holding onto something and his armpits where magnificent.

    He called me over to help him pull down one of the tree branches he was holding, and I helped him pull it down but right at that moment there, it was his armpits right in front of my face. I just wanted to stuff my face and lick it, but of course, I couldn’t. However, I felt the rush of blood to my dick I couldn’t help myself, after I finished helping him, he was standing there sparkling in the sun with all that sweat dripping over his hairy chest, at this moment I was trying to hide my hard-on from him. He called my name, and I snapped out of the daydream. I looked up at him and I said “Yes?”

    He replied, “Are you ok?”

    I said, “Ya Dad I’m good just warm from the heat.”

    He smiled at me and said, “Son, go drink a cup of cool water and relax, I’m going to take a shower and take a nap.”

    A few minutes later I grabbed a cup of water and headed back to my room, I was sitting on my bed when I can hear my dad in the shower, I imagined him in the shower naked and touching his body and imagining how it felt to touch him and again I felt a rush of blood in my penis, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. My body automatically started walking towards his room I tried to control myself but I just couldn’t I don’t know what came over me. I kept telling myself to stop with these thoughts and feelings but I couldn’t, I wanted him I needed him.

    When I walked into my dad’s room I heard him in the shower I wasn’t worried about my brothers seeing me one was at work and the other was with some friends, when scanning Dad’s room my eyes widened up with happiness there it was his underwear on the ground. I grabbed it like my life depended on it and escaped to my room, while walking to my room I could feel how wet it was with sweat and I couldn’t resist right when I entered my room I shut my door and stuffed the underwear in my face. I felt the sweat on my face and sniffled the musk in, it was blissful, it heavenly. I don’t know how to explain the smell it just smells like Dad it was strong and musky with a hint of sourness to it. I stood there forever just smelling it and licking it tasting the sour taste of it. I started touching myself I pulled out my dick and started stroking it. I laid face down on my bed the underwear stuffed in my face and I started humping my pillow I went on for a good few minutes not even realizing I was moaning and didn’t even care if my dad would hear me. After a while I laid on my back and let a load go I had never seen ropes of my cum come out of my dick like this it was amazing I had never felt like this before. I laid down for a minute just to collect my breath and started to clean myself up I tasted my cum and like always it was nice and sweet something I pride myself in. After I cleaned up I thought to put back my dad’s underwear before he started asking questions.

    When I left my room and stepped into the hallway I listened to the house for a second, no one was home and my dad had finished his shower. I quickly and quietly went into my dad’s room there he was fast asleep, one this about my dad when he would sleep he could sleep through a storm so I wasn’t worried about him waking up. I put his underwear on the bathroom towel rack and was about to head back to my room when I heard my dad moving, I quickly stopped and looked worried he was awake to use the restroom or something. However, he just turned around in his sleep, and there he was naked nothing covering him up of course because it was hot.

    I just stood there looking and him. His hairy body, armpits exposed, and then best of all his dick it looks so beautiful I thought to myself, my dad was bigger than average he was at least 7in (cut) unlike my 6in (cut) dick it was amazing. I was standing there for a good few minutes seeing his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing and just thinking about all the things I would do to him, without even noticing I started walking closer again I couldn’t stop myself from moving it was like my lust took control over me.

    Next thing I knew I was on my knees at his bedside just staring at my dad’s dick and licking my lips thinking how it would taste and how would it feel to suck my dad’s dick. It wasn’t my first time seeing a dick I have given a couple of blow jobs to men but nothing else and never with this kind of lust. I couldn’t hold myself back, I lifted my hand and touched the dick. It was so soft and warm just like every other cock but dads dick had and weight to it it was so heavy and thick. The lick that took me over I wasn’t even scared of the fact he might wake up. I started jerking it up and down, after a few minutes of playing with it softly it started to get harder and harder and the next thing you know it was standing straight as a flag pole, at the same time my dick was pulsing with blood I was amazed that I was hard again. Without a second thought, I wrapped my lips around the dick and I feel so much bliss knowing my dad’s dick was in my mouth that same dick that made me was now in my mouth.

    I slowly worked my way on the dick licking it and stuffing it down my throat all of course quietly. After a few minutes of bobbing up and down, I was amazed that Dad had not even woken up all he did was moan in pleasure in his sleep, while looking at his face, wanting to kiss his lips I felt dads dick harden even more, in a split second cum started shooting out like a fountain I watched in amazement after he finished I quickly cleaned up the cum slowly with my fingers and was putting it in my mouth when I tasted his cum for the first time I felt like I could take over the world and my life was complete with my dads cum in my mouth. I didn’t swallow it. I just kept it in my mouth after I cleaned up the mess I went back into my bedroom quietly put down my pants and released my dick I opened my mouth letting all the cum fall on my dick and jerked off After a few minutes I let go another load and just sat in my bed realizing what happened I wasn’t disturbed or disgusted I was proud and happy.

    After an hour or so I heard my oldest brother Thomas come home from work I heard him come up and knock on my door, and I answered “Yes?” Thomas responded, “I brought dinner home come down and wake Dad up and tell him food is ready.” I said, “ok will be down in a minute.” I was excited to see Dad again so I put my clothes on and I felt my body was still a bit sticky with my cum and dad’s cum and I headed into dads room. I came up to his bedside and reminisced about how an hour ago I was right here giving my dad’s head, his dick was now covered maybe he pulled the blanket over in his sleep.

    I slowly started stroking his muscular bicep and told him “Dad, Thomas brought food for dinner. He’s calling us down.” My dad snapping out of his nap replied “ok I’ll be down in a second.” When I stepped out in the hallway I could hear Dad saying “What the hell, how did I have a dream?” And I could not help but laugh to myself. I went downstairs and I saw Thomas waiting already at the table, he was always the nice one and the most polite of my 2 brothers.

    Thomas had my mom’s golden silky hair, and he was tall even taller than dad, Tom short for Thomas was around 6ft and 1in my dad was 5ft and 11in I was around the same height as my dad probably an inch shorter. Tom’s build was amazing something like Christian Bale’s body in American Psycho. He was kind and lovely he had a big heart and cared about me. He was super active in his life always went on morning runs and worked out in his free time he wasn’t fitness crazy like my other brother but he cared for his physique. As I was sitting across from him out of nowhere I had this urge to lust about him, thinking about how his body felt and how his dick tasted I had never really had a feeling like this but now it was different, I had tasted dads cum now my eyes where fixed on Tom.

  • Matthew

    I seldom talk about Matthew. My stories might give the impression I’m just a slut having casual sex with different people, but this is not entirely true. Matthew I meet on a regular basis. I like to call him my ‘throat coach.’

    Matthew never fucked me. Although he has a gorgeous cock there is a mutual understanding. He works as a fireman here on Wideawake airfield but has a wife and kids back home in South Africa. Fucking another guy he finds somehow wrong.

    The first time I sucked him was his first time being sucked by a man. Alcohol was involved. We met in the bar and ended up talking. Having a couple of beers together he spoke about his life. Eventually the subject of him missing his wife and being intimate with her came up. 

    I always wanted to experience having a black man. The images and stories I’ve seen and read about their cocks fascinated me. So I asked him if there was any truth in this. He said he would show me if I wanted. I went with him to his car and we drove off out of town to a quiet area close to Deadman’s Beach.

    He switched off the 4×4 and unzipped his pants. ‘See’ he said, and there was his beautiful flaccid cock. Not one of those long skinny ones. Still a very respectable length but it was the girth that did it for me. Nice and thick. ‘That must be some weight carrying around’ I said.

    He said I could hold it if I wanted. I slowly took it in my hand and lifted it. It felt heavy in my hand and I pulled it up and down a bit. He didn’t seem to mind and I just got very horny, falling in love with this cock. I bent towards it and really wanted to kiss it for starters.

    When my lips first touched his shaft he pulled me away. ‘I haven’t had a shower yet today’ he said. ‘Shame’ I said with some disappointment in my voice. ‘I can go shower if you want’ he eventually. Obviously I said that would be nice and we left for his room.

    I was sitting down in his room as he left to take his shower. I hoped he wouldn’t change his mind and be back soon. I removed my own clothes and went to lay naked on his bed. I didn’t figure out yet there was little hope for getting fucked. I was laying on my stomach facing the door waiting.

    The door finally opened and he walked in, looking slightly shocked seeing me like that. ‘I never did this before’ he said. ‘It’s okay, I’ll be nice’ I said. He took his bathrobe off. Strong, beautifully toned body, and this time with an erect cock. It was big. 

    ‘Come here’ I said as I turned over on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. That’s when I realized I didn’t mention chastity. He looked surprised and a bit relieved at my cock trapped in the cage. Although it is quite a heavy cage it moved around as my cock struggled.

    He didn’t say anything but did move slowly closer. When he was close enough I grabbed his cock and gently moved it over to my head. I played with his cock while I started to suck his balls. Also big. Big balls I rubbed my face in and licked.

    I placed my left arm backwards behind his lower back. Then pulled his cock down and let my tongue lick the base of his shaft. There were drops of pre-cum on the tip. I let my head hang back and opened wide. Still playing with his cock with my hand I pulled him close enough to massage the tip of his cock with my tongue.

    When the head of his cock was far enough in I closed my mouth around it and started sucking it tenderly. Now it was in I used the hand on his back to move him closer. I moved up and down his cock, everytime trying to get him in a bit deeper. Then I felt it reached the back of my mouth.

    I let it sit there for a while and grabbed him by the balls, massaging them gently till I was ready. I opened my throat and pulled him in till I felt the gag reflex coming. Again I waited till it subsided and pulled him in a bit more. Eventually it was all in and he started moving. 

    (I find this by the way easier with a more girthy cock. I am automatically opened up wider and the gag I find worse when something smaller tries to poke its way in.)

    I noticed that even as things got more intense and moaning started he did not touch me at all. No hands on my head or body, just his cock fucking my mouth and throat. No words either. I like it when someone plays with my balls or ass.

    His bed wasn’t very high and after a while his legs couldn’t hold this position anymore. ‘How do you want me?’ I asked. He went to lay down on his back next to me and I climbed on top of him. I put his cock up and rubbed against it with my ass. ‘No’, he said, ‘just sucking.’ I bent forward to kiss him. ‘And no kissing.’

    And so the rules were clear. No reason for me to stop sucking his cock. It was about the same size as my dildo I often practice with. But this was a real cock with the salty taste of pre-cum. My dildo often ends up in my ass. I could still do that when I got home.

    So I moved down and took his cock in my mouth again. I was going to show him why he should keep me as his cocksucker. I was sucking passionately and deep. Using my hands more to make him come in a way he would never forget.

    When his moaning increased I moved more over his cock and opened up my throat again. I moved up and down his cock faster and faster. Deeper too, to the point I was gagging at times. When that happened I just pulled it out for a second and admired his cock. 

    Saliva all over it moved in and out with ease. It drove me crazy and I just wanted his cum. ‘I’m coming’ he moaned as a warning. I didn’t pull my head off. Instead I increased the speed till I felt the throbbing started.

    I tasted and felt the first shot in my mouth and then sank his cock all the way down my throat. I rested my head and let him finish pumping his cum till he was all done. I let his cock slide back into my mouth and swallowed up everything before I let it go.

    And since that day I visit him almost every week in his room for a quick job. I work myself up during the week thinking about ideas for our next meeting to keep things exciting. For myself, but mainly to make sure he wants more.

    The nice thing about Matthew, besides his cock, is that he’s always nicely groomed and clean. His loads are always big. If I want to try different positions or have some weird ideas, he just let me try. Lately I use lipstick and lingerie quite often.

    I like being feminine, submissive and in chastity. He doesn’t like being intimate with a man so there is no kissing or making out. It’s just me, his gorgeous cock and my mouth. He is good looking, fit and muscular. If things go a bit further one day I definitely wouldn’t mind, but it’s no must.

    He doesn’t mind if I use poppers, butt plugs or tight chokers. I tried to get him more involved in those things but with little success. I managed to get a silicone cockring on him. He allows that I think just because it turns me on. 

    One day I laid on his bed and showed him how I played with my butt plug, all lubed up. I was so loaded with poppers I really needed a cock in my ass and I took a chance. Instead he pinned me down on the bed and shoved his cock deep in my throat and made me gag many times before I had to swallow one of his biggest loads ever.

  • Rubber Pleasures on the Horizon

    Spanning over 11,000 square kilometres, Jasper is the largest national park in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. Visitors from all the country and round the world travel there to admire the vast wilderness, the majestic peaks and the outstanding natural beauty. Two hours southeast of Jasper, George Mulhouse raises purebred and crossbred cattle, sheep, pigs and poultry. Cereal and legume crops are grown on the surrounding rolling land.

    In this kind of setting, you can imagine that men and boys wear boots from 5 a.m. to almost 9 p.m. Terrence, the younger 9-year-old son, is very proud to show off his new black rubber boots with a dark red sole. He can now drag himself through puddles of water without being scolded by his mother.

    Terrence’s best friend is Wilfrid, living next door (so to speak because three kilometers separate the two ranches). He made sure that his parents knew what he wanted for Christmas: dark green rubber boots with a bright orange sole. Wilfrid puts on his new boots and rushes towards the Mulhouse farm. The boys like to sit on bales of hay in the barn and let a calf lick their boots until they become very shiny.

    Today, the hired man is cleaning the stable of its manure and his boots are terribly shitty. Terry and Wilfrid offer to clean them with a watering hose. Brad accepts and the boys play a trick on him by squirting some water in his face. Brad dabs himself with one arm and admits that it took some of the sweat away. He is now a sparkling cowboy. Terry can’t help but notice the well-developed muscles of the hired man. He tells himself that one day he will be in as good shape as Brad, but he will not be a hired man, more of a boss.

    Terrence just entered high school. He has two sisters, Janet and Nancy, who are 15 and 17, and two older brothers, Michael and Jeremy, who are 18 and 20. On the Mulhouse farm, every family member has specific chores to do. George trains his elder sons to become professional ranchers.  
    Unlike Wilfrid, Terry does not perform well in class. He’s always distracted, thinking more about bulls than algebra problems. A week before he turns 16, his mother asks him what he would like to receive as a birthday gift. “I need a jockstrap. Our coach recommends we wear one when playing football and hockey. Wilfrid has a medium Bike 10 gear and says that it fits well.”

    Seven days later, Terrence is ready to try on the #10 athletic jock that payshomage to the history and early beginnings of the BIKE brand. The wrapped gift has a 3-inch elastic waistband with signature BIKE® stripe, a moisture-wicking fabric pouch, and one-inch elastic leg straps. On the package, you can read: “The fit of the #10 Original Jock is soft, lightweight, and breathable. The pouch is constructed to support you firmly and comfortably beneath all your clothes. Say goodbye to the sag… you’ll never have to worry about shifts or discomfort. The signature BIKE® stripes on this 3″ waistband gives your jockstrap a vintage look and feel.”

    Terry invites Wilf for a BBQ steak dinner. After the candles are blown out and the chocolate birthday cake is fully enjoyed, the boys go upstairs, Wilfrid whispering that he already has his jockstrap on. “I’m anxious to see how the Bike #10 gear will support and frame your assets.” They have already seen each other naked in the shower. Both are hairy, have a 9-10-inch-thick cut dick and a firm peachy ass. While Terry tucks hic cock in the pouch, Wilf picks up a rubber boot from the closet and starts to rub it on his crotch, getting hard in no time. The idea of masturbating with the help of a rubber boot has never crossed Terry’s mind, but he is more than willing to see how it feels.

    Each boy boot-rubs himself, slowly at first then with more rhythm. “Fuck! The feeling is awesome”, whispers Terry. Wilf approaches him, takes charge of the boot to continue the frotting and also to kick his friend’s balls. To Terry’s surprise, Wilf then slides the boot into the ass crack, triggering a deep moan of pleasure. Knowing that he will soon cum and not wanting to stain his new jockstrap, Terry removes his #10 gear just on time. Wilf positions the boot so that Terry’s jizz heavily drips on the shiny rubber. He then licks the creamy reward. “Welcome to boot masturbation, my friend. That’s my birthday gift.”  

    Terry and Wilf continue to meet behind closed doors. They get naked, caress each other’s cock and ass before putting on their jockstraps and rubber boots. They sit on the bed so that they can exert pressure on the pouch in front with their orange or red sole. This has the effect of making the cock swell. Once aroused, they quickly move on to rubbing and fencing, taking turns to ejaculate on the shiny rubber. The boys also meet in the hay stack, using a horse blanket to make their nest comfortable. They piss on each other’s boot to make it look as shiny as possible. Wilf loves to slide the rubber tip in Terry’s crack while squeezing his balls full of vitamins that he will soon taste.

    Meanwhile, Michael is fascinated by what a bull is doing in the field. Terry’s older brother is observing a male-male mount, and that gets him hard. He has never been fucked but imagines Terry’s thick dick pounding his ass. “I’m sure I would enjoy my little brother inside me!” But Mike’s job, right now, is to stop the bull fucking another male because this can affect its reproductive performance. The next day, Terry and Mike are alone in the stable, each doing his part of the chores. When Terry needs to pee, Mike tells himself that it’s time to take advantage of the situation, to engage in some man-to-man pleasure.

    “Feel free to shoot your amber stream on my dirty boots. You have a fuckin nice thick rod. We can have fun together.”

    “What do you mean? I can only make your rubber boots shinier.”

    “You can also pee in my ass hole, bro. That would be awesome!”

    No sooner said than done. Mike’s ass hole is hairy and Terry loves to splash it with his golden shower. He goes further by sliding his cock in Mike’s crack and that gets him pretty excited. Mike turns around and starts tasting a bit of family urine before sucking the fat joystick. Once Terry’s rod gets really hard, he invites his younger brother to shove it in the back door. Neither Mike nor Terry have experience in fucking, but natural pleasure is innate and the means to achieve it are carried out without ceremony. Well, not exactly. Terry wants some decorum. While pounding his brother’s butt, he needs to caress and lick Mike’s rubber boots. That energizes him full speed.

    Wilfred doesn’t foul around anymore with Terry because he is now dating his sister Janet. Mike gets fucked every other day by his younger brother. They drive to Calgary and explore the gay scene. This discover that guys into leather – boots and chaps – gather at the Black Eagle bar. Terry cruises a dude wearing a jockstrap and has fun with him in the dungeon room, but squirting your jizz on leather Harness boots is not as exciting, for him, as exploding your load on shiny rubber. Terry meets Alan who is also 18. The teenager is handsome, and has a big firm ass highlighted by tight faded blue jeans. Most of all, he wears knee-high brown rubber boots with a red stripe at the top.

    On their first date, Alan cuddles, caresses and kisses Terry affectionately, projecting the image of a romantic partner. But this behavior is just a way of coaxing Terry. What Alan wants is to penetrate his ass like a bull in heat. Terry has never been ass fucked and the 13-inch cock displayed by Alan scares him. “Can my tight hole take that mighty rod? I can’t even suck half of it!” To tame him, Alan first caresses Terry’s tight plump ass and plunges his nose into the crack to inhale the virile aroma; he then tickles the rosebud with the tip of his tongue and gradually twists it in to savor the most succulent shit hole.

    Terry is more relaxed but still stressed, imagining what will come next. Alan surprises him by pulling a double-ended dildo out of his backpack. The sex toy is the same color as the rubber boots and the two mushrooms are red like the stripe. This excites Terry and makes him more receptive. Alan greases each tip, positions himself ass to ass and inserts it gently at first, then a little more vigorously. Cries of pain quickly become moans of pleasure. When Alan switches from dildo to cock, 13 inches (32 cm) of penetration trigger an ecstasy that Terry will never forget. While Alan fills his trunk with creamy jizz, Terry spurts his own man juice on the rubber boots that will accompany his sexual fun for months to come-cum!

  • Leather Lovers

    “This has been a fabulous holiday,” Leo commented as he nursed a coffee standing on the balcony that ran the full width of the house front beneath the eaves. He realised he was going to be sorry to return to London in just a few more days. The revelation that Bruno and Gretchen, though married, were in fact ‘partnered’ with Elize and her husband Frans-Josef explained as great deal — not least why Max had avoided visiting until now. Turning to where Max sat with his coffee, he asked, “What had you in mind for today, love?”

    “Business, I’m afraid,” Max replied. “I need to go to see the Landesampt with Gretchen. There’s a few things to sort out with the property registration and I have to appear in person. Shouldn’t take long.” He grinned. “You wanted to do some sketching or painting?”

    “If you don’t need me, then I will find a spot down there, and do some of the sketches I want to get on paper so I can paint when I get home.” Sipping the coffee, he added, “And I still want to draw and photograph you, my love — and I’ve decided on the perfect setting for it.”

    Max laughed. “You don’t give up, do you?” Draining his mug, he stood, taking Leo’s empty mug, he put both on the handrail, then drew Leo into a hug and kissed him. “Okay, love. This afternoon?”

    Wrapped in a towelling dressing gown, Max found Leo waiting on the bench at the front of the chalet. 

    “Your ‘model’ is here, Mr Artist.” Kissing Leo’s cheek, Max grinned. “Where do you want me?”

    “Here!” Laughed Leo. “How’d it go in the Rathaus?”

    “All sorted out.” Max frowned. “Silly really, somebody had misfiled a deed and the lease to Gretchen. It was filed with her Gasthaus registration. Anyway, I’ve provided all the attested documents they need, so it was smiles all round. Now, my love, what do you want your model to do?”

    “I’ve found the perfect spot, love.” Gathering his sketch pad and his camera, Leo stood. Kissing Max, he smiled. “This way gorgeous.”

    Leading max in his towelling bathrobe from the house toward the lake, he turned aside toward a copse of trees through which ran a small stream. On the further bank an outcrop of rock stood against a backdrop of beech trees with a stand of towering foxgloves to one side and wild roses among the trees.

    “I want you to sit on the stone, love, facing a little downhill toward the lake.” Leo positioned Max, seating him on the now folded bathrobe. Carefully he arranged his lover, with one knee drawn up, his hands on the knee, the other leg grounded in front of the outcrop, his body half facing the position he planned to sit to sketch his subject. The arrangement of his legs left Max’s semi-tumescent penis and his scrotum displayed, framed by his torso and his thighs. Satisfied with the pose, and that it was comfortable for Max, Leo took up his camera. “Okay, Max, pick something to focus your gaze on. I want a sort of ‘far away’ look, as if you’re deep in thought, unaware of your surroundings, dreaming of … a lover — that’s it! Hold that look, it’s perfect …”

    The camera clicked a number of times as Leo took numerous photos while trying to find the perfect viewpoint and angle. Out of the corner of his eye, Max watched, having trouble not to laugh at the strangeness — for him — of the situation. 

    “Right, love. Don’t move now. I’ll try to be quick, but I need you to keep really still while I get the rough sketch done.”

    “I’ll do my best, love.” Max laughed, then resumed his carefully ‘dreamy’ expression. 

    Leo’s pencil and pad were already in use, and Max wished he could see how his partner drew him. An hour later, he closed the pad, walked to Max and helped him stand, then kissed him tenderly.

    “I knew you were the perfect subject, my love.” Hugging his naked lover, Leo kissed him again. “Let’s go and see what Gretchen has for afternoon coffee.”

    “Like this?” Max joked, his now hardening penis pressed against Leo.

    “Hmm, maybe something needs some attention first.” Leo dropped to his knee, smiled at his lover and kissed the shapely ‘head’ in front of him. “Why waste the moment, love? May I?” He didn’t wait for a response, seeing it in Max’s expression. His mouth embraced his lover’s gorgeous penis and he gave it his full attention.

    A little later, they walked back to the house, hand in hand, the bathrobe draped over Max’s arm and Leo carrying his drawing pad and the folding stool he used. Neither spoke, there was no need.

    Leo watched as Max prepared to go to work. The two weeks in Bavaria seemed, in a sense, a distant memory, and Leo could almost sense that the Max he’d shared there, was a different person to Max Fennister, KC, the barrister expert he lived with here. He was still loving, attentive, considerate — but there was a constant tension in him, eating away at his spontaneity and enjoyment of simple pleasures. Max felt this as well, and it bothered him that he’d lost the spontaneity they’d shared in the chalet overlooking the ‘see’ in Bavaria. Somehow wearing lederhosen here in London, in private, just wasn’t the same …

    “Do you miss Walchensee, love?” As if reading his mind Max asked as he finished tying his tie. 

    “Of course.” Leo grinned. “But I’ve got you right here, so the most important part of Walchensee is still with me.”

    “You say the nicest things.” Max laughed briefly, blowing a kiss and wishing he could take advantage of his lover’s nakedness. “I think I got the better gift …” Smiling he watched as Leo pulled on a bathrobe over his naked body. “I’ve been thinking. You need a proper studio. I know you’ve always worked in your flat, and it may work for your photography, but isn’t the lighting wrong for painting? My aunt always talked about the need to have ‘north light’. And this flat faces south-west and yours faces east!” 

    “True, but it’s not essential.” Leo replied as he followed Max into the dining area where he’d laid out their breakfast while Max showered. “These days you can achieve it using lighting. That’s what I do. I backlight a wall behind me and use the reflected light in the same way you would in a north facing studio — like the ones in Talgarth Road.” He grinned, helping himself to muesli. “It’s not perfect, I could really use a larger room with a higher ceiling, but it serves — and, no, I wouldn’t want to live on Talgarth Road with the traffic heading for the M4.”

    “I wondered how you managed.” Max added, grinning as he spooned yoghurt onto his muesli. “Would it help if we found a place that gave you a proper studio? I’ve been thinking that maybe we need to look for a place that gives us more scope and you a proper studio.”

    “It would, but it would mean moving out of London, love. I certainly can’t afford the sort of rents or the purchase prices for anything in the city — and neither can you,” he added as Max made to reply. “There is a property that would work — belongs to an aunt — it would need some work, but it’s never going to be as convenient to the city for you as this place.”

    “That’s not a problem, love.” Draining his orange juice, Max dabbed his lip with the paper napkin. “As long as I can access a rail service into one of the main stations … where is it?”

    “Near the Epsom Race course. It’s a fairly large property, the old girl is fairly well-off.” He grinned. “Her hubby was a QC … you’ve probably heard of him, Sir Jonathon Ewell. Anyway, it’s Edwardian, I think, and has a sort of barn on the grounds I could turn into a studio.”

    “You’re related to Jonathon Ewell?” Max laughed. “Well I’ll be damned. You could say I’ve heard of him … he was head of the Chambers I did my Pupilage in. I must have seen him every day for four years …”

    “By marriage … My aunt is my mother’s elder sister. A bit of an old dragon, but she’s always had a soft spot for me. Time I paid her a visit anyway. She won’t sell, but I might be able to persuade her to let us rent it — and the Trust would love to have the flat freed up …” Leo paused, frowning in thought. “I’ll sound her out.”

    “You don’t have to, my love …” Smiling, Max rose collecting his dishes. “I’m pretty sure the property portfolio I inherited includes a couple of places you could turn into a studio. Let me run it past my agents and we can then make a decision.”   

    “I’ll sound my aunt out anyway — Epsom appeals. Lot’s of memories of visiting her there, and exploring the house.” Leo pulled his bathrobe tighter as he watched Max putting the briefs he’d been working on through the night before back into his elegant briefcase. “And I think you’ll love it.”

    “It sounds nice, and if you’d be happy there …” Max walked across and hugged him. “Then let’s explore it.” Glancing round the living room, he added, “This place has been nice, but I think it’s time to move on — too many reminders of how I had to suppress myself …”

    Lady Ewell welcomed them with a warm smile. 

    “Leonides,” she greeted her nephew, accepting his kiss on her cheek. “Mr Fennister I presume?” She offered her hand to Max, her eyes twinkling. “I believe you trained in my late husband’s Chambers.”

    Taking the offered hand, Max resisted the urge to kiss it and instead simply held the delicate, yet strong, fingers in his as he replied.

    “I did, Lady Ewell.” His amusement flashed through. “He was quite a slave driver. Very demanding of us poor pupils.”

    “I can believe that.” Her laugh was musical. “He could never quite leave the courtroom behind.” Stepping aside, she invited them inside and shut the door. 

    “Thank you for inviting us,” Max said, unbuttoning his overcoat.

    “It’s a pity the weather’s so disobliging, I’d thought we could take tea on the terrace, but it’s far too chilly and wet. Never mind.” She watched as they hung their overcoats in the entrance lobby. “We can be quite snug in the small sitting room and you can see the garden and the barn Leonides thinks he can convert into a studio.” 

    The room she led them into at the back of the house had French windows that opened onto a terrace and faced the garden. Comfortable chairs were arranged around a coffee table where a tray with tea cups, small plates, milk jug and sugar bowl waited, and she indicated that Max should sit as she turned to Leo.

    “Leonides, dear, would you fetch the tea pot from the kitchen? You might need to boil the kettle again before you fill it. Oh, and bring the cake stand with you.” As Leo left on his errand, she seated herself and smiled at Max. “As you and Leonides are partners, I think we can be a little less formal, Mr Fennister.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m Frances to my friends.”

    “Thank you.” Max returned the smile, instinctively liking this upright and very elegant old lady. He suspected her husband, the late Sir Jonathon, had not been allowed to be in charge of this house, though he probably never realised it. “I’m Max to my friends and Leo …” He saw the slightly raised eyebrow. “Short for Maximillian I’m afraid. My father’s choice.”

    She laughed. “And you’d rather it wasn’t quite so pompous. I can understand that, Leo hates his full name, so I’m being naughty and teasing him today.” She paused as Leo returned with the teapot and a two tiered cake stand laden with small cakes. “Just put them on the table my dear.” Turning back to Max she said, “I knew your parents, of course. I’m pleased to say you take very much after your mother.”

    That made Max laugh. “I’m relieved to hear it! My father terrified me most of the time.”

    Lady Ewell poured the tea and invited them to enjoy some of the delicacies, leading the conversation into a wide range of topics. Max found himself amused and then slightly awed by the skill with which the old lady drew information out of him and Leo. Learning in the process that she was herself a qualified lawyer, though she’d left practice when she’d married.

    After a brief tour of the house, actually smaller than it appeared, though it boasted a large sitting room at the front, a dining room, study, the small sitting room and four bedrooms upstairs with two bathrooms and two small ‘servant’s’ rooms in the attic. The garden was extensive and, as Frances Ewell pointed out, worth far more than the house, and the ‘barn’, though small, had a mezzanine and was substantially built and dry.

    Back in the house, the older woman wasted no time getting to the point. 

    “The house, and I’m sorry to say, the garden needs a lot of work, Leo, but it would be a very good investment for you.”

    “I can see that, Aunt.” Leo glanced at Max. “I can certainly raise the deposit to buy it from you, but I’ll need a large mortgage.” Addressing Max, he asked, “What do you think, Max?”

    “A mortgage won’t be a problem, love. Nor will the renovations.” To their hostess he said, “My family trust can be persuaded to underwrite us and they have a property management arm that will know how to manage the work needed. We’ll make this our project and our home — but, Frances, where will you move too?”

    “I’ve been wanting to move into town, for a while, my dear. I have a very nice flat in the West End. Perfect for my needs. I’ll give you the details for my solicitors and you can get your people to handle the business.” She smiled, glancing from Max to Leo. “I think you’re exactly what Leo needed in his life, Max. I’m sure you’ll both be incredibly happy here and your mother would have been delighted to know you had someone in your life you really love.”

  • Cable Technician

    A week after Matt’s bachelor party, Jake and I arranged to meet for lunch to discuss the new marketing strategy I had been working on. We met at a trendy bistro downtown, the kind of place with exposed brick walls and an open kitchen that filled the air with enticing aromas. I arrived a few minutes early, going over my notes as I waited for him.

    When Jake walked in, he immediately spotted me and made his way over. His confident stride and easy smile set my heart racing, and I had to remind myself to stay focused on the task at hand.

    “Hey, Jay,” Jake greeted me warmly as he sat down. “Thanks for meeting me.”

    “Of course,” I replied, returning his smile. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

    As we ordered lunch and settled into our seats, we dove into the details of the marketing strategy. Jake was engaged and attentive, asking thoughtful questions and taking notes as I outlined my ideas for boosting his business’s visibility and lead generation.

    “I’ve been really impressed with what you’ve put together,” Jake said, leaning back in his chair. “In fact, I’ve decided to fire the firm I was using. I’d rather have someone in-house who really gets what I’m trying to do.”

    His words took me by surprise, and I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Really? That’s a big move. Do you have someone in mind?”

    Jake met my gaze, his expression serious but warm. “I do. I want you to come on board as my full-time marketing director. You’re passionate and creative, and I trust you to help take this business to the next level.”

    The offer left me momentarily speechless, excitement and gratitude welling up inside me. “Wow, Jake. I’m honored. I’d love to accept the position.”

    “Great!” Jake exclaimed, a broad smile lighting up his face. “I think this is going to be a fantastic partnership.”

    Over the next week, I transitioned into my new role, settling into the office space Jake had set up for me. I threw myself into the work, creating detailed plans and strategies to elevate the company’s profile. The thought of spending more time with Jake was thrilling, adding an extra layer of motivation to everything I did.

    One afternoon, as I was finalizing a presentation for a new campaign, Jake came by to see how I was doing. He knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside, his presence filling the room with a palpable energy.

    “Hey, Jay. How’s it going?” he asked, his eyes scanning the charts and graphs on my screen.

    “Good! I was just about to go over the latest plans with you,” I said, gesturing for him to come closer.

    Jake moved to stand behind my chair, leaning over me to get a better view of the screen. His proximity was intoxicating, and the subtle blend of his manly, musky scent mixed with cedarwood cologne made my pulse quicken.

    As I walked him through the strategy, his closeness became almost overwhelming. The heat of his body and the intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through me, making it hard to concentrate on the task at hand.

    “Everything looks solid,” Jake said, his voice low and approving as he studied the presentation. “I knew I made the right choice bringing you on.”

    His words of praise only added to the heady mix of emotions swirling inside me. I could feel his breath on my neck, each word stirring a deep longing that I had been trying to ignore.

    Without thinking, I turned slightly in my chair, meeting his eyes. There was a moment of charged silence, the air between us thick with unspoken desire. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, we leaned toward each other, and our lips met in a passionate kiss.

    The kiss was everything I had imagined—electric and intense, filled with months of built-up tension and unspoken feelings. I felt myself melting into him, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his embrace.

    As his hands found their way to my shoulders, I stood, letting the chair roll back slightly as we pressed closer. The kiss deepened, and the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us and the heady rush of emotions.

    Jake’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer, and I responded in kind, my hands tangling in his hair as our kiss became more urgent. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the quiet hum of the computer, creating an intimate symphony that heightened the moment.

    Just as the heat of the moment threatened to consume us, the shrill ring of the office phone cut through the air, breaking the spell. We pulled back, breathless and slightly dazed, as the reality of our surroundings came rushing back.

    “Sorry,” I said, reaching for the phone and trying to steady my voice. “I should get that.”

    Jake nodded, a mix of amusement and frustration in his eyes as he stepped back to give me space.

    “This is Jay,” I answered, trying to regain my composure.

    “Hi, Jay. Your two o’clock client is in the building and on their way up,” the receptionist informed me.

    “Great, thank you,” I replied, hanging up the phone and turning back to Jake, who was watching me with a knowing smile.

    “Well, I guess we’ll have to continue this later,” Jake said, his voice laced with promise.

    “Definitely,” I agreed, feeling a flush of anticipation and excitement.

    As Jake left the office to let me prepare for the meeting, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and eagerness for what lay ahead. The connection with Jake was undeniable, and I knew that this new chapter in my life held endless possibilities, both professionally and personally.

    A few days after our passionate kiss in the office, Jake and I decided to take things to the next level. Our connection had grown stronger, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. I was ready to explore what had been building between us, ready to experience true intimacy with a man for the first time.

    Jake invited me over to his place for dinner. He had a cozy apartment with a stunning view of the city skyline, and the warm ambiance made it feel welcoming and intimate. The table was set with candles, and the smell of a delicious meal filled the air.

    “Dinner’s almost ready,” Jake said as he greeted me at the door, his smile lighting up his face. “I hope you’re hungry.”

    “I am,” I replied, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

    As we sat down to eat, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We shared stories and laughter, the comfortable rapport we had developed making the evening feel special. Jake’s eyes held mine across the table, a silent promise in his gaze that made my heart race.

    After dinner, we moved to the living room, where the city lights twinkled outside the window. Jake put on some music, a soft, sensual melody that filled the room with a sense of possibility. He poured us each a glass of wine, and we settled onto the couch, our bodies close.

    As the conversation drifted, I felt a growing tension in the air, the anticipation of what was to come making my pulse quicken. Jake set his glass down and turned to me, his expression earnest and filled with desire.

    “Jay, I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” he said softly, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “I want to be with you.”

    “I want that too,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned into his touch.

    He kissed me then, his lips capturing mine in a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened with each passing moment. The taste of wine lingered on his lips, a heady mix that only heightened the senses.

    I melted into him, feeling his arms wrap around me as he pulled me closer. The kiss became more urgent, filled with the longing and desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

    Jake’s hands moved to my shirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it before sliding it off my shoulders. His touch was gentle and sure, igniting a fire within me that burned bright and hot. I mirrored his actions, my hands exploring the planes of his chest as I pushed his shirt aside, revealing the strength and warmth of his body.

    We stood, our bodies entwined as we made our way to the bedroom, the world outside forgotten as we focused on each other. The room was dimly lit, the glow from the city casting soft shadows on the walls.

    Jake led me to the bed, our lips never breaking contact as we lay down together. His hands traveled over my skin, each touch leaving a trail of sensation that made me shiver with anticipation.

    “I’ve got you,” Jake murmured, his voice a soothing promise as he began to explore every inch of me. His kisses were like fire, branding my skin with passion and leaving me breathless.

    I felt myself opening up to him, the barriers I had held onto for so long crumbling away as I surrendered to the moment. His touch was reverent, each caress and kiss a testament to the connection we shared.

    As we came together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us and the electric intimacy that bound us. Our bodies moved in sync, a rhythm as old as time, and the pleasure that coursed through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

    Jake’s whispered words of encouragement and affection filled the air, grounding me in the moment as we explored the depths of our passion. I felt a sense of belonging and acceptance, a realization that this was where I was meant to be.

    The culmination of our lovemaking was a crescendo of sensation, an exquisite release that left us tangled together, breathless and sated. As we lay there, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath, I felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment.

    Jake held me close, his arms a safe haven that wrapped around me with warmth and security. We stayed like that for a while, savoring the intimacy and the knowledge that we had taken a significant step in our relationship.

    “I’m so glad you’re here,” Jake whispered, his voice a gentle caress that made my heart swell with happiness.

    “Me too,” I replied, feeling a sense of peace and anticipation for what the future might hold.

    In that moment, I knew that this was the beginning of something truly special, a journey of love and connection that I was eager to embrace.

    The next morning, I awoke with a sense of contentment and joy that lingered from the night before. The room was bathed in soft morning light, and I turned to see Jake still asleep beside me, his breathing steady and peaceful. A smile spread across my face as I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.

    I decided to make breakfast, hoping to surprise Jake with a meal to start our day. The kitchen was cozy and familiar, and I quickly set to work, cracking eggs and sizzling bacon in the pan. The aroma filled the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of domestic bliss as I moved around the kitchen, humming softly to myself.

    As the bacon crisped and the eggs began to set, I heard the soft pad of footsteps behind me. I turned to see Jake emerging from the bedroom, completely naked, his hair tousled from sleep. He leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smile on his lips as he took in the scene before him.

    “Good morning,” he said, his voice warm and slightly husky from sleep.

    “Good morning,” I replied, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of him.

    Jake’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, his eyes filled with appreciation and affection. “Something smells amazing.”

    “I thought I’d make us breakfast,” I said, gesturing to the food on the stove. “Hope you’re hungry.”

    “Starving,” Jake replied, moving closer and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the intimacy we had shared.

    For a moment, I was tempted to turn around and pull him back to the bedroom, but the sizzling bacon reminded me of our impending workday. Reluctantly, I refocused on the task at hand.

    “As much as I’d love to continue where we left off, we’ve got work to get to,” I said with a playful grin, trying to keep my mind on the breakfast.

    Jake chuckled, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder before releasing me. “Fair point. But I’m definitely looking forward to more of last night.”

    “Me too,” I replied, feeling a flutter of excitement at the promise of more shared moments.

    We sat down to eat, the food warm and satisfying, a perfect start to the day. The conversation was light and easy, filled with laughter and shared stories. It felt natural, as if we had been doing this for years, and I savored the simple pleasure of being in his company.

    After breakfast, we quickly got ready for work, the routine familiar yet filled with a new sense of anticipation. As we prepared to leave, Jake paused, pulling me in for a lingering kiss that left me breathless and smiling.

    “Have a great day,” he said, his eyes holding mine with a promise of more to come.

    “You too,” I replied, feeling a warmth that carried me through the door and into the day.

    As we arrived at the office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and satisfaction. The night we had shared had deepened our connection, and I was eager to see where our journey would lead. The day ahead was filled with potential, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next, knowing that I had found something truly special with Jake.

    As we settled into our routine at the office, the atmosphere between Jake and me was charged with an undercurrent of romance and sensual tension. Each glance, each subtle touch, was filled with the memory of the night we’d spent together, an experience that had left us both craving more.

    The morning passed in a blur of meetings and emails, but my mind kept drifting back to Jake, to the way his touch had felt against my skin and the promise of more moments like that. I caught him watching me more than once, his eyes filled with a heat that sent a thrill through me every time our gazes met.

    Around lunchtime, Jake suggested we step out for a quick break. We walked to a nearby park, the crisp air invigorating and the sun shining brightly. The tension that had been simmering between us all morning seemed to heighten, each step bringing us closer to what we both desired.

    “Last night was incredible,” Jake said, his voice low and filled with genuine emotion as we strolled along the path. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

    “Me neither,” I admitted, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “I’ve been counting down the hours until we can be alone again.”

    We found a quiet spot under a tree, the shade providing a sense of intimacy that made the moment feel more private. Jake reached for my hand, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles, the simple gesture loaded with promise.

    “I don’t want to wait any longer,” Jake murmured, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. “I want you, Jay. All of you.”

    His words ignited a fire within me, a need that had been building since our first kiss in the office. I leaned closer, the world fading away as I focused on the feel of his hand in mine, the warmth of his body so near to mine.

    “I want that too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in to close the distance between us.

    The kiss that followed was slow and deep, filled with a longing that had been simmering for far too long. I felt myself melting into him, the connection between us electric and undeniable. Jake’s hand moved to my neck, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before slipping into my hair, anchoring me to him.

    His touch was both gentle and commanding, a reminder of the raw, masculine energy that had drawn me to him in the first place. I responded in kind, my hands exploring the solid strength of his shoulders, the firm muscles beneath his shirt that hinted at the power he possessed.

    Our kiss grew more urgent, a dance of passion and desire that left us both breathless and wanting more. Jake’s lips moved from mine, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck, each touch a promise of the pleasure yet to come.

    The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us and the heady mix of emotions that bound us together. I felt a sense of freedom in the moment, a release from the constraints of the day and an embrace of the connection we had forged.

    As the kiss ended, we rested our foreheads together, our breaths mingling in the space between us. There was a sense of anticipation, a shared understanding that this was just the beginning of something deeper, something real.

    “I’m looking forward to more nights like last night,” Jake said, his voice a rough whisper filled with promise.

    “Me too,” I replied, my heart racing with the thrill of what was to come. “I can’t wait.”

    As we made our way back to the office, the rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and excitement. The work that had once seemed so important was now secondary to the connection I felt with Jake, a bond that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

    The hours seemed to drag on until the end of the day finally arrived. As we gathered our things and prepared to leave, Jake’s hand found mine, a silent promise of the night to come.

    “Let’s go home,” he said, his voice a warm invitation that sent a thrill through me.

    We left the office together, stepping into the evening with a shared sense of anticipation and desire. The world around us was alive with possibilities, and I knew that whatever the future held, it was something I was ready to embrace with Jake by my side.

    Back at his apartment, the night unfolded with a sense of inevitability and excitement. We moved through the space, our bodies drawn together by an irresistible pull. The tension that had been building all day reached its peak as we stepped into the bedroom, the air thick with promise.

    Jake’s touch was a revelation, each caress igniting a fire within me that demanded to be satisfied. I matched his intensity, my hands exploring every inch of his skin, savoring the feel of him beneath my fingers.

    Our clothes fell away, leaving nothing between us but the heat of our desire. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of us and the connection that had drawn us together from the start.

    As we came together, the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a testament to the bond we shared. Each touch, each kiss, was a reminder of the passion that had been building between us, a celebration of the love and desire that had brought us to this moment.

    In Jake’s arms, I found a sense of belonging and fulfillment, a realization that this was where I was meant to be. The night stretched on, filled with the joy of discovery and the promise of a future filled with love and connection.

    As dawn broke, we lay entwined in each other’s arms, the world outside slowly coming to life. The night had been everything I had hoped for and more, a new beginning that held the promise of endless possibilities.

    “I’m so glad we have this,” Jake murmured, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the morning.

    “Me too,” I replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment and joy. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

    In that moment, I knew that whatever the future held, I was ready to face it with Jake by my side, our hearts intertwined and our lives forever changed.

  • Golden Boy

    When I was 18, my uncle Col – short for Colombo – started coming round our house fairly often.  Ostensibly he was lending a hand to my dad and me with the remodel of our basement.  We were putting in a new bathroom with shower so I could eventually move down there and away from my kid brother Kevin who annoyed the hell out of me.  I had to time my long jerk-off sessions to when he was in band practice or at soccer.  Every weekend Col showed up Saturday morning and helped himself to a steaming cup of coffee and whatever breakfast we were all having.  I could tell my mom wasn’t thrilled about his presence – Col tended to be loud and boisterous and he cracked lame jokes.  He also seemed to forget to wear deodorant and sweated a lot which I liked but I heard my mom complaining to dad, “your brother stinks like a barnyard – tell him to buy some Lifeguard for God’s sake!”  Dad just rolled his eyes and shrugged.  Unlike Col, Dad was quiet and introspective.  I also overheard dad telling mom that Col and his wife, Aunt Debbie were having “issues” and he was sleeping on the couch.  No wonder he was at our house so much.

    I had no issues with Uncle Col helping us – I’d had a crush on him since I started growing pubic hair and realized my dick got hard for the other boys in my clas.  I hardly noticed the girls.  He was 6’3” tall and still in decent shape but had a prominent beer gut and a big Sicilian ass that made my mouth water.  I dreamed of burying my face in his hairy haunch.  Thanks to watching episodes of “Survivor” with my parents I figured out I really liked mature men with body hair.  I would put a pillow in my lap to hide my hard-ons when really hot guys on the show wore only underwear that was frequently wet and outlined their swinging dicks. 

    While we worked on the basement bath, Uncle Col would often remove his shirt since it was so hot in there in August and we only had a window AC unit.  I loved it when he smiled at me and patted my shoulder.  “Hey Mikey you should take your shirt off – don’t be stuffy like your dad here!”  Dad gave him the finger and kept working but I stripped off my t-shirt in a flash.  Col put his arm around my shoulders and I could smell his pungent BO; he was coated in sweat.  I got instantly hard as I breathed in his manly aroma.  He smiled down at me as I briefly put my head on his slick shoulder while my dad’s back was turned.  Col’s hand seemed to brush my ass cheeks before he let me go. 

    Col had a lot of black curly hair on his chest and back and the forest continued down his arms.  The strip of black hair went down his belly and below the waistline of his khaki shorts.  Damn I wanted to see it all – we’d been swimming and hiking and although Col got naked to change, he always turned his back to us so I only saw his big fuzzy ass which provided me plenty of spunk material.  Sweat had dripped down his back and into that tantalizing butt crack.  God I wanted to lick the sweat off his ass. 

    That afternoon, it seemed like every time I paused in nailing drywall and looked up, Col was looking right at me.  I swear once he even appeared to lick his lips.  I flushed bright red and quickly went back to work.  Stealing glances at him I think I saw a lump in his khaki crotch that hadn’t been there before which of course got me hard.  Col seemed to notice and gave me a knowing smile, almost a leer.  My head was exploding with lust and the heat was making me crazy as my whole body was like a sweaty erection. 

    Suddenly my dad announced he needed to dash over to Home Depot to get some plumbing parts.  Once we heard the car start, Col said he needed to piss.  Since the new toilet wasn’t installed yet we had all been using the shower drain to piss – it was just us guys.  Col and dad had always been demure while pissing and turned their backs to the others but now Col went over and unzipped while facing me.  I tried not to look as he fished out his fat uncut Italian salami of a dick.  He fingered the head and piss hole as he skinned back that amazing dangling foreskin and came up with a glistening drop of sticky precum.  I could see it on his finger as he popped it into his mouth with a sneer.  “Damn that’s good!” Col proclaimed while I tried not to squirm with my hard dick trapped inside my shorts.  “You ever taste yours, Mikey?”  I just shook my head no.  “Come over here Mikey and let’s piss together, you know, cross swords.  Just like your dad and me did as kids.”  “What??? You and dad pissed together?”   “Hell yeah and let me tell you, your dad has quite a strong stream.  He could put me to shame!”   Col laughed and his belly shook. I could hardly wrap my head around the thought of Uncle Col and dad standing naked together and pissing – it was too much goodness.

    “Don’t be shy Mikey, I’ve seen you naked all your life.  It’s just us guys, nobody will know.” My mom was out shopping and Kevin was God knows where so it seemed safe to step over next to Col still trying not to stare at that fat cock.  As soon I was there I got a whiff of his dick and damn it smelled ripe and musky, maybe even a bit of smegma.  Sure enough Col looked right at me as he skinned back his foreskin and I could see white flecks and the aroma was so fucking sexy.  He was getting hard and was leering at me while I fumbled with my belt and zipper before finally getting my pants open.  My rock hard dick was trapped by my underwear and I felt shy about unleashing it – I wasn’t as big as my uncle and didn’t want him to ridicule me.  “Go ahead Mikey, it’s okay” said my uncle softly.  He reached over and put a hand on my naked shoulder.  “Listen I’ll go first, why don’t you hold my dick for me and aim the piss into the drain. Nice and neat.”  I gulped and looked up at him – Col’s beautiful brown eyes were shining and looked at me like I was a delicious snack cake.  I wanted to reach up and kiss his full red lips.  “Are you sure it’s okay, Uncle Col?  I mean what if someone sees us?”  “Ain’t nobody here kid but us two men who both seem to be enjoying ourselves.  I can tell your cock is hard as stone so take it out and give it some air and help me with mine.” 

    I fumbled with the button on my fly and unzipped; my shorts dropped down my slender muscular thighs and hit the floor.  My dick bulged in navy boxers and the head started to poke out the fly, the head glistening with precum.  “Wow your dad and mom cut you, wonder why they did that when your dad, me and your Uncle Sal are all uncut?”  I was beet red and shrugged – I had no idea, it just was.  “But you have a beautiful long cock son and it’s great to see it at full mast.  Let your Uncle Col have a taste.”  He reached over and swabbed a dab of precum from my dick and popped it into his mouth.  “Sweet!  Now try mine!”  Col’s was streaming out of his pee hole and dribbling onto the floor.  I tentatively reached over and got a big gob of it on my fingertip.  “Go ahead, Mikey.  Taste your uncle.” He said gently, quietly.  I licked it up like candy and damn it was delicious!  “Pull your shorts down, Mikey, and take ahold of my dick while I piss.  Help me aim.”  I did as directed and soon a strong yellow stream started shooting out of Uncle Col’s penis into the shower drain on the floor.  I decided to be bold and put my finger into his piss stream and it sprayed all over. “Whoa Mikey whatcha doing?”  Col laughed.  “You wanna play with my piss?  Go ahead boy, do it.  Anything you want, this is our secret.”  I cupped my hand and let his warm yellow piss run over my palm.  Col’s eyes were shining and he had a sexy nasty smile so I decided, what the fuck? And I licked up his piss from my hand.  “Wow Mike you are a hot little piggy, aren’t you?  If you want, get down and drink from the tap.”  Col’s dick was hard but he was still able to piss, now it was a big arc of steaming golden urine.  I got down and let the piss run over my face and head and opened my mouth to gulp the bitter brew – but I fucking loved it.  “Yeah Mikey that’s it, enjoy my piss.  Maybe your uncle will want to taste yours too.  We’re a couple of pigs in a piss trough!”  Col laughed and it made me even bolder.  I started licking up and down his cock and licked his pissy balls as his stream faltered.  I got the last of the piss and swished it around in my mouth.  Feeling like a different man, I stood up and started to reach up for Uncle Col’s neck to pull him down in a kiss.  At first he hesitated but lust got the better of him and he let me do it.  I opened my mouth and drove my tongue and his hot piss into Uncle Col’s mouth.  We really went at it and sucked each other’s tongues.  Suddenly my cock started spurting cum just from kissing and rubbing up against Col’s pant leg, my cum went all over but Col reached out and started sucking my dick and taking the rest of the cum – there was so much!  “Lick it off my pants, Mikey, clean me up” he commanded and so I did but then I went into for another open mouth kiss and we swapped my cum back and forth. 

    Col had to hold me up since the force of my orgasm buckled my knees – we were both panting heavily and suddenly realized we’d heard the garage door open.  I grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over my head and let it clean the floor.  We both zipped up as we heard my dad coming down the stairs.  “Got the part!” he shouted as he entered the basement.  “Damn it smells like a broken urinal in here, did you guys miss the drain?”  Col laughed and scoffed at my dad.  “No we both were drinking so much water and Coke we had to piss like horses.  You remember what that’s like, right Gio?  Or are you too old to piss hard now?” Col taunted.  My dad gave him a funny look and just shook his head.  “The sooner we get the toilet installed the better” was all he said. 

    A while later Col offered to go get us lunch – “Mike and I will run get sandwiches and pick up the tile.” My dad nodded.  “Okay get me a roast beef with provolone and extra onions” dad yelled.  “Jeez Gio you’re gonna be sleeping on the couch too with that many onions”.  Dad just smiled “Sorry brother I never sleep on the couch – Gina would be cold without me”.  I rolled my eyes.  As we headed up the stairs I told uncle Col I needed to use the bathroom before we left.  He touched my shoulder and shook his head while putting a finger in his mouth.  I got the picture and started getting aroused again.  We went into the backyard in a private spot and Col got down on his knees.  I unzipped and pulled out my semi-hard cock and began pissing all over him.  He sputtered and gulped as he wrapped his thick pink lips around my dick head.  So much piss foamed in his mouth it started to leak out despite Col’s best efforts to drink it down.  His shirt was a mess so we needed to deal with that but as I finished pissing I leaned over and kissed him hard.  This time he didn’t resist and our tongues really wrestled inside his mouth and I got to taste my own sweet piss.  He grabbed my dick and stroke and started to blow off again and Col gulped down my hot creamy cum.  “Damn Mikey you are really horned up today” Col smiled with his cum coated lips.  I licked my own sperm off his face and kissed him again.  “Mikey we gotta find a way to be together for a whole day and night – we have lots to explore!” Col whispered.  “I need to taste my nephew’s butthole next and you will have rim me too”.   “Yes uncle Col but how can we do that?”  “I’ll think of something but let’s get going.”  “Your shirt is soaked with piss!”  “Nothing to be done – I’ll drive with the windows down.  People will think it’s sweat.”   I didn’t mind the smell – it turned me on.  But everything about uncle Col did – I couldn’t wait to have him taste my ass and get to lick his.  Maybe he’d fuck me and take my cherry.

    Once in the car, uncle Col slipped a hand down the back of my shorts and started gently fingering my moist tender virgin butthole.  I moaned and squired with his thick finger inside.  He pulled it out and sniffed his finger and then licked it clean.  “Aaah that’s real boy butthole” he smirked.  He re-inserted his finger in my ass and then brought it up to my nose.  “You every sniff your own butt, Mike?  It’s like fine wine – the best.  I had done that but I sniffed it again – I wasn’t very clean but I liked my earthy stinky aroma and licked his finger.  Col started squirming in his seat and I could see he was hard.  “I gotta pull over Mikey.  Just for a minute.  I’m too turned on to drive.”  He pulled the car behind a deserted dentist office and we parked out of sight from the street.  “Mike pull down your shorts and stick your head out the window.  I can’t wait, I need to taste your butthole”.  I did as he asked.  First I felt his nose in my butt crack sniffing up and down.  I had a smattering of hair in my crack and surrounding my hole.  Col licked the hairs and sniffed all around my hole before he lightly licked my anus.  I moaned and so he licked harder.  He ran his long wet tongue all around the edge of my ass.  “You smell and taste fucking amazing Mikey!”  He drove his tongue deep in my ass. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart giving him better access.  Col’s hairy face was literally smashed against my ass as he ate and ate my asshole like his last supper.  He started sucking on my asslips getting all the juices out while jerking his own dick.  “Don’t cum uncle Col I called out, I want your cum”.  “Get ready Mikey I’m gonna blow”.  I pulled my ass off my uncle’s scratchy beareded face and turned around diving onto his cock just in time as his cum started shooting out, spurt after spurt into my mouth.  It was so nutty and tasty I couldn’t get enough.  I looked up at my sexy uncle with a mouthful of his cum and reached up and made him kiss me, our tongues coated with sperm. 

    “Mikey that was amazing – I could spend the whole day with my face in your ass.  Can’t wait until we do that again, maybe you’d let your old uncle fuck you too?”  “It’s a date uncle Col- it’s time I lost my virginity.”   Col started the car with a big smile on his face. 

  • Escape from Russia

    1.

    My name is Ilya. I was born and raised in Russia just outside Moscow. My father had a well-paid job unlike others around us who struggled with rising prices. My mother was involved with groups that tried to help the less fortunate, but she was outspoken about the government and how they lined their own pockets at the expense of the general population. My father supported her but eventually their actions were their undoing. They were both arrested and sent to prison miles away from Moscow. I had just reached the age of sixteen. I never heard from either of them again, so I guessed what their fate had been.

    My one and only uncle took me in and sent me to a boarding school to finish off my education. It was hell because the other boys soon realised that I was different. I had realised I was gay from an early age. My parents accepted what I was but recommended that I kept it secret. Although not illegal, the general population did not accept homosexuality, and it was illegal to promote it. However, I quickly made friends with another boy whose name was Fyodor.

    Our friendship blossomed and we became very intimate. We were now seventeen and were satisfying our sexual needs when the master, who supervised the rooms on our floor, came bursting in and found us both stark naked with me kneeling astride Fyodor massaging both our erect cocks.

    “What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.

    “We are satisfying our sexual needs, Sir” Fyodor replied as I tried to stifle my giggles.

    “Get off the bed” the master shouted. We did and stood to attention in front of him, out stiff cocks still standing proud. “Put on some clothes” he shouted trying not to look at our manhood, of which we were proud.

    Once dressed, we were both taken to the principal ’s room. Having heard what had happened, he asked me, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

    “Performing natural needs for boys of our age” I replied.

    “And why did that involve sitting naked astride your roommate?”

    “It enabled me to satisfy both our needs together.”

    He sighed before asking my friend what he had to say. He kept to the same line as me.

    “This is serious” he said, sitting back in his chair. Fyodor and I just looked at him as we stood in front of his desk. “I have no choice but to expel both you. It seems to me you were involved in sexual activity together. Pack your things and leave the school.

    “How do we get home?” Fyodor asked.

    “I will give each of you travel passes. I will leave you to explain to your parents why you have finished school early.”

    We returned to our room with our travel pass and packed, which did not take long.

    “What the fuck do we do now?” Fyodor asked as we packed. “My parents will kill me.”

    “My uncle will know what to do. Come home with me. We cannot remain in Russia, so we need a new identity.”

    “Leave Russia? What will we do?”

    “Do you trust me?” I asked.

    “Of course. You know I do. I love you.”

    I looked at him and smiled. He had never said that before. “I love you.”

    We kissed and I felt his crotch. He was soon hard.

    We slipped out of school without anyone seeing us. It was early evening, and a bus soon arrived. This took us to the nearest station where we travelled by train to Moscow. From there, a train would take us to the small town where my uncle lived. Whilst we waited for that train, I phoned my uncle. When he heard what had happened, he laughed. He laughed even more when I told him the explanation that I had given to the principal.

    “I am bringing my friend. His parents will react badly when they hear what has happened.”

    “You are so fucking lucky to have an uncle like that” Fyodor said after I’d finished the call. “I am not joking when I say my parents will never forgive me. Life is going to be hell from now on.”

    “Come away with me. Once we are miles away send them a letter and say you have left home.”

    He agreed and we smiled at each other and held hands, making sure that nobody saw us.

    The train took just under an hour to reach the station where my uncle agreed to meet us.

    Fyodor introduced himself and I explained Fyodor’s situation and why he needed to get far away.

    “Will they not worry about you?” he asked.

    “I very much doubt it. They will be thankful I expect.”

    We arrived at my uncle’s house, which was not that large, and he suggested we go to bed and talk in the morning. There were only two bedrooms, so Fyodor shared my bed. We stripped naked, climbed into bed, and hugged.

    “We will be okay” I assured him.

    2.

    I woke to sunshine coming through the crack in the curtains. It lifted my spirits and although I had no idea what the future would hold, I felt confident that things would be okay somehow.

    Fyodor woke and I kissed him. I felt between his legs and took hold of his morning erection. He grunted his approval. I slipped down the bed and sucked his beautiful cock until it filled my mouth with its juice.

    “Morning. Did you both sleep well” my uncle grinned.

    “Very well” I replied. Fyodor was not sure what to say. “We’ve decided we want to get far away from here, ideally out of Russia” I added.

    “Very wise. As you know, despite being legal between consenting adults, most people do not accept homosexuality, especially those in authority. I will call my friend Dimitri. He will be able to help you.”

    Whilst he made the call to Dimitri, Fyodor and I ate our breakfast.

    “All arranged. I will drive you to a meeting point where he will take over. You do realise, Ilya, that you will never be able to return, so we may never see one another again, but keep in touch if you can. Be careful, both of you and make sure you are not being followed. You know what the state police are like. If asked, I will say I thought you were still at school and haven’t seen you.”

    I hugged and kissed him as Fyodor watched on.

    “If your parents ask me if I have seen you, Fyodor, I will say I’ve never seen nor heard of you.”

    We knew we couldn’t take much with us so we removed our school clothes and dressed in casual gear, packing what we could in rucksacks provided by my uncle. To avoid being seen, we entered the garage via a side door, climbed into the back of the car and laid on the floor behind the front seats. My uncle placed a blanket over us to hide us. He then opened the garage door and drove out.

    “Keep hidden until I say so” he said as he drove out of the village. Several miles later he said we could come out of hiding. When we did so I realised we were driving through a forest. A few miles later he drove off the road down a rough track before parking at the end.

    “Dimitri, I can’t thank you enough” my uncle said as soon as he got out of the car.

    “You are more than welcome, my friend. You’ve been supportive of me over the years, not to mention you once saved my life.”

    I watched both men hug and could tell they were close friends. Fyodor and I had now climbed out of the car.

    “So, these are the love birds” Dimitri grinned as he shook hands with both of us.

    I hugged my uncle, and he kissed me on the cheek. “Good luck my friend.” I then watched him drive off.

    “Put these on and keep the hood up to hide your face” Dimitri told us. We put on the hoodies and climbed into his car. “I understand you want to leave Russia if you can” he said as he drove down the track to join the road. He turned left in the opposite direction from which we’d come.

    “If possible but we don’t have much money” I replied.

    He laughed. “Don’t worry about that. You won’t need money, but you will need to pay in kind.”

    “In kind? What does that mean?” Fyodor asked.

    “You like sex with men, don’t you?” he laughed.

    I at once realised what he was getting at. “Yes, and we’re willing to do anything to escape from this country” I replied, glancing at Fyodor.

    “Yeah, we are” he added having understood what was being said.

    “Excellent, because I arrange for guys in senior positions to have fun with young guys like you and they pay me good money. Once you’ve been fucked by a few and paid your debt to me, I will help you get out of the country. I assume you both like being fucked” he laughed.

    I looked at Fyodor knowing that neither of us had proceeded to that stage in our relationship but knew I wanted to experience being fucked.

    “Yeah” we both replied.

    After a few miles he drove into a disused industrial estate and parked inside an empty unit.

    “Stay in the car” he instructed as he got out of the car.

    “Do you trust him?” Fyodor whispered.

    “My uncle clearly does, so I do too. Besides, being fucked sounds good” I laughed.

    “Yeah. It certainly does” Fyodor chuckled.

    I watched Dimitri talk on his phone whilst looking at us. I could imagine what he was saying about us. ‘Two seventeen-year-olds ripe for fucking.’

    “Okay, guys. Get out. Your first payment is about to be earned. Strip naked and stand by the car.”

    We both obeyed without question. Once naked he took hold of our cocks, one in each hand. As usual they both reacted to his touch.

    “Nice. Guys are going to love both of you. Don’t ask questions or answer any. If you’re asked your name, say nothing.”

    A few minutes later I heard a car approaching and stop outside. A guy walked into the area where we were standing.

    “Oh, yes. Beautiful” he grinned.

    “They’re all yours. One fuck each. Usual fee” Dimitri told him. The guy pulled out a stash of cash and gave it to him. He then removed his trousers and shirt. I could see his cock already hard beneath the thin material of his underwear.

    “On your knees” he told me and instructed me to remove his boxer shorts and suck his cock. After removing them I took the hard cock into my mouth and sucked it. From the sounds he was making, he was pleased. A few moments later he told me to bend over the car bonnet. Dimitri had already lubricated our arse to ease entry. I felt the big hard cock thrust its way in and start to fuck me back and forth.

    I could see Fyodor standing to one side, watching the big organ thrusting in and out of my arse. He seemed in a trance, and I hoped what he was watching would not put him off from being fucked.

    The fucking finished when the guy had dumped his load inside me. He pushed me aside and told Fyodor to bend over the bonnet. I watched his still hard cock thrust its way inside Fyodor’s virgin arse. He winced as it breached him but settled down as the cock fucked back and forth. I hoped he was enjoying it as much as I did.

    After dumping another load of cum into Fyodor’s arse, the guy pulled out and dressed.

    “Bring them to my private party on Saturday evening. My friends will make good use of them” he told Dimitri. “You will be paid by the hour. You never saw me, understood?” he directed at us.

    “Yes, sir” we both replied and watched him leave.

    “You did well” Dimitri told us as we dressed.

    He took us to where he lived which was a large room in a converted commercial building.

    “The other two rooms are vacant, so nobody else is around” he commented as he led us inside. “Make yourself comfortable. By that I mean strip off” he grinned. “I want to sample what I’m selling.”

    Fyodor looked at me and I shrugged as I removed my clothes, and he did the same. Dimitri also stripped naked and showed off his big erect cock.

    “Having taken client J’s cock, I reckon you can take mine” he grinned, waving it back and forth to keep it hard. “Let’s first see you fuck each other. Who wants to fuck first?”

    “I will” Fyodor said, which pleased me since I had dreamt of having his stiff cock inside me. As instructed by Dimitri, I laid back on the bed and held my legs over my head to offer my arse. Having lubricated his now stiff cock, Fyodor gently pushed it into my arse.

    “Ah, fuck. That feels so good” he exclaimed.

    “Fucking right it does” I said. His cock wasn’t big, but it pleasured my arse. Ten minutes later his body jerked, and I knew he was pumping his lovely creamy cum, that I’d tasted on many occasions, into my arse. I then realised that Dimitri was filming the action.

    “The footage goes on a porn website, but your faces are not shown, so don’t worry. Footage like this makes good money” he explained.

    Fyodor and I changed places, and I looked at his beautiful hole that was now on view for all to see. I felt a sudden rush of excitement at the thought of fucking my boyfriend for the first time. I lubricated my hard cock and pressed it against the puckered hole. I was conscious of Dimitri filming it enter the tight arse, but it didn’t bother me. I realised I was entering a life of porn to make money.

    My cock was now deep inside Fyodor and his reaction showed that he was enjoying every second as much as me.

    “Yeah. Keep fucking that arse. It’s beautiful” Dimitri muttered as he continued filming.

    “Ah, fuck. I’m coming” I shouted.

    “Pull out and spill over his arsehole before pushing it back in” Dimitri said excitedly. He knew that shots like this were popular.

    Once my load had ejected, I felt the intense excitement disappear, but it still felt so good.

    “You guys are going to be brilliant and if you want to make money doing porn, then I’m your man to introduce you to the scene” Dimitri said excitedly.

    “But not in Russia?” I queried.

    “Of course not. This fucking regime doesn’t allow people to follow their natural desires. I’m talking about Europe. That’s where the money is. Where are you thinking of going?”

    “London, England. There’s a gay scene in Soho.”

    Dimitri smiled. It was a place he knew well. It was time to leave Russia and make money from gay porn.

    “Hungry?”

    “Starving” we both replied.

    “Do me a favour and stay naked. I want to enjoy your beautiful bodies. I love being naked when home.”

    We both agreed. I too liked showing off my naked body.

    “Are you okay?” I asked Fyodor as we watched a naked Dimitri prepare a meal. I offered to help but he declined saying he only had to heat up a pizza.

    “Yeah. I loved the feeling of your cock fucking me.”

    “What about the other guy?”

    “That too. You?”

    “I enjoyed your cock. The other guy was just a job, but it was good” I replied.

    As we ate, Dimitri explained his plan. “I will obtain English passports for each of you. After the sex party on Saturday, which will more than pay your debt to me, we’ll make our way to the border. I know someone who will take us across in his vehicle. It will be an uncomfortable journey but we’ve no choice. We’ll then take a ferry from Calais in France to Dover and enter England as UK citizens.”

    “Sounds brilliant but what about money? The guy you know will want a lot of money to take the risk” I said.

    Dimitri smiled and took me into his arms. He kissed me and rubbed a hand over my naked bottom.

    You’re very astute. Yes, he will want money, but I have plenty to cover that. Besides, he owes me a favour.”

    “Are you okay with that plan?” I asked Fyodor.

    “Sounds good to me. Anything to get away from this country, and from my vile parents.”

    “Why do you hate them so much?” Dimitri asked.

    They’re homophobic, and in their eyes, I can’t do anything right. I shall not miss them nor they me.”

    “I’m sorry” Dimitri said as he hugged Fyodor and rubbed his naked bum.

    There was only one bed so when it was bedtime, Fyodor and I slept on the floor having placed a thick folded blanket on top of the carpet. We snuggled naked under the cover and hugged, kissing as we did so.

    3.

    The following day, Dimitri arranged for more guys to fuck us. This time it was one on one, so I was taken to a large house where I met a guy in his late thirties. Dimitri had told us not to give our name and that the client wouldn’t either.

    “It’s purely a financial arrangement. You get fucked and he pays” Dimitri said.

    Having left me and arranged a time to pick me up, he drove Fyodor to his client.

    “Let’s have a look at you” the client said in Russian. I undressed and stood stark naked in front of him.

    “Very nice. Let’s first have a drink.”

    I watched him pour two Vodkas and pass one to me. Having seen him drink his in one go, I did the same. I felt the rush go to my head and it felt good.

    “Kneel on the bed and bury your head in the pillow so I can fuck that cute arse of yours.”

    I did as he’d asked, spread my legs wide apart, lifting my arse high so he could fuck my puckered hole.

    “Oh yes” he cried. “That’s a beautiful arse to fuck and I’m gonna fuck it hard. Ready boy?”

    “Yes, sir” I replied, thankful that I’d lubricated my arse before I arrived.

    I then felt his big erect cock thrust into my arse. I winced as it breached me but once inside it felt wonderful.

    “You like that do you?” he giggled.

    “Yes, sir”

    “You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

    “Yes, sir”

    “What are you?”

    “A slut, sir” I shouted as he slammed his cock in and out until he’d dumped his load of cum inside me. He pulled out and gave my buttocks a hard slap which stung for a while.

    “Another drink and then I’ll fuck your sexy arse again” he chuckled as he prepared two more Vodkas.

    When the glasses were empty, he told me to lay on my back and lift my legs over my head. He tied my hands and ankles to the bedhead, so I was now helpless with my legs wide apart and my fuck hole ready to be fucked.

    “That is so beautiful” he muttered as he bent over to lick my hole. The sensation sent shivers of excitement through my body. He then lubricated his big hard cock and inserted it into my hole. I watched it slowly move inside until his balls were touching mine. “Oh my. This is a beautiful arse to fuck.”

    This time it took him longer to reach his climax, so the fucking was intense. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot his load over my face. I could feel the warm cum rolling down my cheeks. He used his fingers to gather it up and told me to lick them. It tasted good.

    He then inserted his cock back into my arse and fucked for another ten minutes at which time I was sure he came again and dumped another load of cum into my well fucked arse.

    When he’d finished, he kissed me on the lips. “You’re beautiful. I’ll be hiring you again” he smiled.

    Dimitri arrived at the agreed time and looked at me. “Okay?”

    “Yeah, fine” I smiled.

    As we drove away, Dimitri said that Fyodor’s client was interested in fucking me. “He pays top rate so it’s worth it. Since you guys have been so willing, I’ve decided to give you a small percentage of the fees. Are you up for it?”

    “Yeah, you bet. I love being fucked by these guys.”

    “Excellent” he replied and patted my thigh with his spare hand as he drove. He then slowly moved it into my crotch. I put my hand on his to encourage him to give my already hard cock a squeeze.

    We arrived at another large house and walked up to the front door. It opened and a naked guy, who looked to be in his forties, invited us in. “Is he willing?”

    “Yes” Dimitri replied. He paid the additional fee and led us down to a basement. Fyodor was standing stark naked and smiled.

    “Are you okay?” I whispered.

    “Yeah”

    “Strip, boy” the client demanded. “I’m going to fuck your arse hard like I’ve done your friend here.”

    Once undressed he told me to bend over a padded bench. Fyodor was told to do the same beside me. He lubricated each arse and then slammed his hard cock into me. My body shook as he fucked. I could see Dimitri watching from one side. After a few minutes he changed over to Fyodor. As he fucked him, he pulled my stiff cock between my legs and massaged it.

    “Fuck, fuck” he cried, having reached his climax, and filled Fyodor’s arse with cum. He then quickly transferred to my arse and fucked until he’d reached another climax and dumped another load of cum.

    “Are you guys, okay?” Dimitri asked as we set off home.

    “Yeah, it was great” Fyodor replied, and I said the same.

    “You did well. I’m proud of you” he replied and placed a hand on my crotch again.

    The next day we prepared for our next stage. Dimitri had spoken to his contact who agreed to take us over the border and arrange passports for our entry into the UK. To my surprise, Dimitri said he was joining us.

    “I’m living on borrowed time in this country, so it’s time to move on. I have contacts in London, and I have accommodation. We can then start offering you guys for sex and make money. I can also do more footage for the porn site if both of you are willing.

    “I am” I replied. I knew my body was my biggest asset, so why not make use of it. Fyodor agreed.

    The plan was that we would drive to a place two miles from the border where we would meet the contact. We would drive during the night so would make our way straight after the sex party. We packed our rucksacks in preparation and helped Dimitri clear his one room accommodation of everything connected to him. By that evening, the place was bare apart from the fixtures and fittings.

    “Are you ready to leave your homeland?” I asked Fyodor as we lay naked beside one another in bed.

    “Yes, and I have no regrets. I’ve written a letter to my parents telling them I’ve left home since they consider I’m useless and a waste of space.”

    I hugged him and kissed him. “I love you.”

    “Love you too and we’re going to have a great time together.”

    “Okay, guys. Time to leave” Dimitri announced. Our backpacks were stowed in the car boot and the two of us climbed in with our hoods up to hide our faces.

    On arrival at the house the client let us in. He was wearing a G-string and nothing else. He paid Dimitri the fee for the hours we’d agreed and invited Dimitri to join the party. He declined saying he’d sit in the car so we were shown into a room where we could undress. Once naked, Fyodor and I were told to go to the kitchen to help with preparing food. We found a young guy who looked about our age preparing various buffet dishes. For a moment all I could concentrate on was his beautiful naked body.

    A while later we were told to move to the large living room where the party was being held.

    “The guests will be arriving shortly, so stand by the door with a tray of champagne. Once everyone has arrived, and your tray is empty, mingle amongst the guests with trays of food. If a guest takes an interest in you, dump your tray on the nearest table and service his needs. Understood?”

    “Yes, sir” we both replied.

    The drinks on my tray were soon taken so I collected a tray of food and walked around the room with my offerings. There were twelve guests, and most were interested in me rather than the food. One guy grabbed my balls and took the tray of food from me. After placing it on a nearby table, he told me to kneel between his wide-open legs. Like most of the guests, he’d stripped down to his boxer shorts, but these were soon removed leaving him stark naked.

    I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and began sucking. He seemed happy enough and when it was fully erect, he told me to straddle his legs and lift my buttocks so he could fuck me. I’d already lubricated my arse as suggested by Dimitri before he left. “These guys never bother with condoms or lube” he grinned.

    The cock was not large but once inside my arse it provided a pleasant sensation. I rode it for about ten minutes before he gasped and shot his load.

    “Beautiful. I shall take you again later” he chuckled before grabbing another drink.

    I noticed that Fyodor was also being fucked so his tray of food had been placed on a table for guests to help themselves. The client was roaming the room, chatting to guests and feeling cocks. Everyone was now naked, and I viewed the mix of bodies. Some guys were young with athletic bodies, others were older and starting to show flab.

    It wasn’t long before another guy had grabbed hold of me and was fucking my arse with gusto. The evening continued like this until all twelve guests plus the client had fucked both of us. Despite the number of cocks up my arse, it wasn’t feeling sore, but Fyodor said his was.

    After the allotted hours, Dimitri arrived to collect us. We dressed and followed him out to the car. We drove for more than two hours before he pulled up in a forest clearing where a large box van was waiting. Arrangements had been made for Dimitri’s secondhand car, which was part of the deal, to be collected.

    Dimitri introduced us to his contact without using names and we were not told his.

    “It’s necessary to change your identity” he explained. “You’ll be Trevor Johnson” he told me “and you’ll be Dan Thomas” he told Fyodor. He then proceeded to cut our hair shorter to match the photograph on our new passport.

    “Your new identities are based on real people. You were friends and on a ferry with your parents. The ferry was caught in a storm and each of your parents were drowned. Their bodies were found but yours weren’t. Neither of you has been declared dead. This happened two months ago. If asked, you claim that you don’t remember anything of what happened or your past. Only landing on a small beach in France feeling dazed. If asked, be vague where that was. You’re now travelling home to England to make a new life. Got it?”

    “Yes, thank you. Did any relatives come forward at the time of the accident?” I asked.

    “Apparently not” he replied, handing us our passports, which looked water stained as if they’d been in the sea, albeit in our pocket.

    “Your story will be that you met me, and I’ve agreed to help you start a new life” Dimitri added. What I hadn’t realised was that he had been born to Russian parents in England so had dual Nationality. Both his parents had since been killed in Chechnya.

    “Okay, let’s get moving. We’ve got a long drive to France” the contact said.

    The box van was filled with cardboard boxes of tinned fruit. At the end nearest the driver a cavity had been left for us to climb into. We each had a rug and a bottle of water. Once settled, boxes were put back in place, so we were now hidden.

    “Are you okay back there?” I heard Dimitri ask from the passenger seat in the front. I replied we were fine but whether we would be after several hours of being cramped in a small space, I had no idea. The van set off, bumping its way down the rough track to the road. Fyodor held my hand and squeezed it in the darkness.

    The rhythm of the engine noise and the road rushing beneath us sent us to sleep. We woke when we heard knocking on the panel separating us from the two in front.

    “We’re about to cross into Belarus, so keep quiet even if you hear knocking” Dimitri said.

    I could hear the border control talking but not what was being said and we were soon on our way. Several hours later we arrived at the Polish border. This time we could hear the back doors being unlocked and opened. Boxes were removed for inspection but quickly returned. My heart stopped for the few moments, and I held Fyodor’s hand.

    Once away from the border the van stopped and were were released from our hidden space. I was busting for a pee and so was Fyodor. We rushed to the nearest tree and relieved ourselves.

    Back in the van we continued our journey. We crossed from Poland into Germany and into France. At each checkpoint we held our breath, but all was well. It took almost eighteen ours to make the journey from Russia but finally, we were within smelling distance of the ferry at Calais that would take us to our new home.

    We said goodbye to Dimitri’s contact and watched him drive off.

    “We’ve now got a walk back to the main road where we can take a bus to the ferry” Dimitri explained.

    After finding the bus stop, we only had to wait ten minutes for one to arrive. Once at our destination, Dimitri suggested we found somewhere to eat. I was starving and so was Fyodor. We found a street café which suited us. Dimitri booked the ferry tickets on his mobile phone for a ferry that left two hours later, so we had plenty of time.

    It reminded me that the two of us needed new phones since we’d been told to leave ours in Russia to avoid being traced. We’d destroyed the SIM cards and chucked the phones into a river. I wasn’t sorry to leave mine behind because it was cheap basic phone.

    “I’ll buy you phones in England. Secondhand. Can’t afford new ones” he laughed. “You’ll also need new clothes to look English” he whispered.

    Finally, we were on the ferry, and I was feeling excited. Our passports were not challenged by passport control, and we did our best to look relaxed as the guy checked us against the photograph. I still don’t understand how Dimitri’s contact managed this, but he had, much to my relief.

    The ferry journey took just over an hour and a half. Having been born and raised in England until he was ten years old, Dimitri’s command of English was good. Fyodor and I had learned English at school and my parents encouraged me to use English at home, but I now had to get rid of my Russian accent, as did Fyodor.

    We were met by Steven who was the same age as Dimitri, and they had grown up together. I could see that they were close friends. He was also gay, of course!

    Dimitri introduced us to Steven as Trevor and Dan. We now had to get used to our new names.

    “I’m so sorry about the loss of your parents. It must have been horrific.”

    I quickly realised what was talking about. “To be honest neither of us remember what happened. We must have been semiconscious in the water for a long time before being washed up on the beach.”

    “We’ve both lost all memory of our lives up to then. Can’t even remember where we lived” Fyodor added with conviction.

    I didn’t dare look at Dimitri. “It wasn’t until I read my damp passport, that somehow survived in my pocket, I knew my name was Trevor.”

    “Me too” Dan added.

    Steven led us to a car in the car park.

    “Still got it” Dimitri commented.

    “Of course. It’s yours. I knew you’d return in due course so kept it for you. Want to drive?”

    Dimitri declined the offer saying he was tired.

    “Long night?!” Steven grinned.

    “You could say that” he replied.

    Two and a half hours later we arrived in Soho.

    4.

    We were led into a loft apartment in what had once been an industrial building way back in history. The apartment had been purchased 30 years ago by Dimitri’s parents who let it when they moved back to Russia with their son. When they died, the apartment became his.

    He’d modernised it to produce a property which was now worth considerably more than his parents had paid. It contained two double bedrooms, a large open plan living room with a kitchen at one end and a spacious bathroom. Knowing he’d return to London at some point, he invited Steven, his long-term friend, to occupy it and keep it in good order for him.

    “I need a rest for a few hours” Dimitri announced. I said I did too so the two of us were shown the room that we were to occupy.

    “Wow, this is amazing” Fyodor exclaimed as he tried the double bed.

    “Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted despite doing nothing in the back of that van” I replied.

    We both removed our clothes and fell onto the bed, hugging and kissing one another. Our cocks were soon hard, but we were both too tired to satisfy them.

    We slept for about four hours, and I’d just woken when Steven knocked on the door before opening it.

    “It’s 6 p.m. The meal is ready” he said as he gazed at our nakedness whilst I gazed at his semi-nakedness. All he was wearing was a pair of briefs which left little to the imagination. He also had a stunning body. “Um, it’s entirely your choice but Dimitri and I tend to only wear our underwear at home.”

    “Great, suits me” I grinned, taking a final look at his body.

    After refreshing ourselves in the bathroom, which had two basins and two showers side by side, we joined the other two in the living room. Dimitri smiled when he saw us dressed only in our briefs.

    “Are you refreshed?” he smiled as he placed a hand round my waist and led me to the table. Fyodor followed and I held his hand.

    “Mm, this smells delicious” he commented as he sat down beside me at the round glass table.

    “Meat balls in a tomato and chilli sauce” Steven smiled.

    “The four of us will be living here” Dimitri said as we ate “So I’ve told Steven the true story about you guys. It would have been too complicated to keep your new identities secret from him.”

    “I won’t say anything to anyone and if I’m asked who you are, I’ll just say you are two guys that Dimitri met on a visit to France. So, your secret is safe with me.”

    Fyodor thanked him and so did I.

    “As I’ve already said, you guys are welcome to live here with us, but we’d like to divide the necessary chores between us. Steven has agreed to be the main cook, although any one of us can help him as necessary. We’d like you guys to be responsible for keeping the apartment clean and deal with laundry duties. I will manage finances and the running of our source of income. Steven will also help me manage the porn website and the escort business in which all three of you will be actively involved since that will be our main source of income. I’m also going to offer you guys for nude modelling for artists, of whom there a plenty around here.” He paused for a moment to let everything sink in.

    “Does that sound okay for you guys?”

    I looked at Fyodor who nodded. “Yeah, sounds brilliant.

    “I’m so looking forward to working with you guys” Steven added. “The advert I placed on the website has already produced some interest and I’ve got three guys set up for escort work this coming weekend.

    “Brilliant” Dimitri replied and gave him a kiss on the lips. I suddenly recognised the love between them. He then went on to explain what share of the client fees we would receive. It sounded fair to me and Fyodor agreed.

    “Tomorrow, Dimitri and I will take you guys shopping. You need a new set of clothes to remove any link to Russia” Steven explained.

    “And don’t worry about money. I’m paying” Dimitri added.

    I jumped up and threw my arms around him. “Thanks. You’ve been so kind.” I then moved to Steven and did the same. He seemed surprised but enjoyed the attention.

    We decided to have a quiet night, knowing that our lives would be erratic from now on depending on the number of clients who were willing to use our services, which now ranged from being nude models for artists or art classes, escorts which may or may not include sex, although I doubted many guys would not want to fuck our cute arses. We’d also produce gay porn films for the website and if possible, find other guys willing to take part.

    “Is this really happening?” Fyodor giggled when we were in our room preparing for bed.

    “I think so” I smiled, taking his now naked body into my arms and kissed him. It soon turned into a passionate kiss, and we sank onto the bed.

    “Fuck me” he implored.

    “My pleasure” I grinned as I lifted his legs over his head and pressed my lubricated erection against his hole. It slipped in with ease and I took my time to fuck him until I’d climaxed and left ribbons of cum inside him. With my cock still imbedded inside him, I leaned forward and kissed him.

    ***

    The next day we went shopping and Fyodor and I purchased a mobile phone from a shop that sold second-hand versions. Even though it was an older model, it was far better than the one I’d owned in Russia.

    After lunch, Steven told us to strip off. “I need to take photos of you for the escort advert on the website. He took us into another room which I’d not noticed before. It was small and was empty apart from a bed and a fuck bench. The walls were blank, and he explained that our images would be superimposed on different backgrounds. We posed for him in several erotic poses, some with our cock semi-hard.

    Within an hour of the images being placed on the website, three enquires had been received. One had chosen me another had chosen Fyodor and the third was happy to accept whoever was free. Within minutes Dimitri had arranged times for each of them that evening.

    He then showed us how to get to our respective client which involved using the London underground. “The first thing to do when you arrive at your client is to ask for the fee in cash. ‘No fee, no fuck’ is our motto” he laughed, but they’d been forewarned beforehand of the payment rule.

    An hour before we were due to leave, the three of us showered. Just the thought of being fucked by a client was turning me on and my cock was already getting excited.

    Another rule was to wear minimal clothes. “No socks and no underwear” he explained. “Just a T-shirt and the sweatpants we bought.”

    My client was in Kings Cross, so I used Google Maps on my new phone to work out the route. Dimitri had also switched on ‘My Location’ so he could see where I was at anytime for my safety.

    At the appointed time I left and made my way to Leicester Square underground station to take the Piccadilly line to Kings Cross. My client was a ten-minute walk from there. He lived in a Victorian block of apartments which had a lift that had been installed in what had originally been the central void of the winding staircase that accessed the five floors. He lived on the top floor, so I was relieved there was a lift. I knocked on the door and a guy in his mid-thirties opened it and invited me in, glancing to see if anyone else was in the corridor.

    “I’ve got a nosey neighbour” he laughed, “although she knows I’m gay. No point in hiding it, unless you have to.”

    I smiled and nodded, deciding I liked him.

    “I’m David” he said as he invited me into the apartment.

    “Trevor” I replied, using my English name whilst kicking off my new trainers. He gave me the fee for two hours which I placed in the zipped pocket of my new bomber jacket.

    He moved up to me and held my head in his hands. He kissed and I kissed back. I could feel his erection inside his boxer shorts pressing against mine. He slipped off his T-shirt and removed mine.

    “You’re beautiful” he commented and proceeded to feel my growing cock.

    “Mm, nice. Big cock, I bet that will feel good inside my arse.”

    I pondered the remark. I’d assumed he’d want to fuck me.

    “Let’s move to the bedroom.”

    I followed him to a room down the corridor and noticed another room we passed which looked like a home office. The main bedroom was large with its own ensuite shower room. He told me to lay on the bed and removed my sweatpants. My cock sprang to attention, and he knelt between my legs to suck it. I uttered low grunts of enjoyment.

    He removed his boxer shorts to expose his fully erect cock. He lubricated it and lifted my legs over my head. I felt his cock breach me and proceed to fuck. Several minutes later he deposited his load over my chest.

    Having cleaned that off me, he led me into the living room.

    “Let’s have a drink. What would you like?”

    “Vodka?”

    “Ah, a man after my own heart. I love Vodka.”

    I watched him pour two shots. We sat beside one another on the only two-seater sofa.

    “Cheers” he grinned as he downed his drink. I decided to take it slowly.

    “I’m visiting a friend on Saturday. He lives in Surrey. He owns a beautiful country house. He’s holding a party for five of his friends and I’ve been asked to provide the entertainment.”

    I smiled, guessing what that meant.

    “It would involve driving down with me on Saturday morning and coming back on Sunday morning. I’d like to hire you for twenty-four-hours. Interested?”

    “Yes, but you’d need to apply via the website and explain what you want. You’ll then be given the fee.”

    David said he would and explained what would take place. “It may involve being tied up. Would that bother you?”

    “No”

    “And being fucked. Although one or two may like to be fucked.”

    “No problem. I’m versatile. When you make the booking, explain what you want and what it will involve, so the fee can be calculated.”

    He kissed me and asked me how I’d got into the porn business.

    “Needed the money. My parents are both dead” I replied without expanding.

    “I’m sorry to hear that” he replied as he felt my cock.

    He still had twenty-minutes of his two-hour session left so he told me to fuck him. He knelt on the sofa to offer his arse and rested his hands on the back. I lubricated my erect cock and pressed it into his arse. It slipped in with ease and I was soon pumping back and forth. As I fucked, he sniffed poppers before passing it to me. This was another new experience, but I enjoyed the rush it gave me. I made the fuck last for as long as I could. Fifteen minutes later, I reached my climax.

    “Wow, that was brilliant. Shall look forward to being fucked by that beautiful cock on Saturday.

    The two hours were now up, so I dressed and left.

    Dimitri wanted a full report on how I’d get on and was pleased when I told him about the party in Surrey. A few hours later David placed his request.

    Fydor returned from his client session, and we exchanged our experiences. Our cocks were rock hard as we discussed what we did or had done to us.

    “He wants to hire me again next week” he said excitedly. I told him about my client wanting to hire me for a whole weekend at his friend’s country house.

    “Fuck. That sounds awesome” he exclaimed.

    Over the next few days Dimitri filmed the three of us having sex, either in pairs or a threesome, which I enjoyed. He’d worked out a storyline for each film, so he filmed introductions and endings to each film by filming us meeting outside or greeting at the front door. Some scenes involved sex in the kitchen where I fucked Steven up against a workbench. The final results were brilliant and produced a lot of interest. Trailers were uploaded to one of the major porn sites, with links to the full paid version on our site. The fees obtained were divided between the performers and Dimitri.

    I was now eighteen, as was Fyodor. Our birthdays were within two days of one another. It seemed that we were destined to meet and fall in love with one another. Dimitri had also found another guy to join us. His name was Mark. He was Guyanese and he was also eighteen, so we immediately got on with one another. As soon as I saw him naked, I knew he’d be popular, and he was. He loved being fucked and I enjoyed fucking him, especially on film knowing that thousands of other guys would be drooling over us.

    5.

    I made my way to David on the Saturday morning. It was a warm sunny day, so I’d worn a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He invited me inside and told me to strip naked. I did as he asked, unsure of why.

    “Put these on. When we arrive, the guys want to tie you up and strip you naked by ripping off your clothes, so I’ve put small cuts in these to make it easier. Put your own clothes in this bag.”

    I chuckled as I put the T-shirt on and a flimsy pair of shorts which did little to hide my burgeoning cock. He then led me to his car, a smart Mercedes, and we set off for Surrey.

    A guy named Andrew owned the country house which was down a narrow lane on the outskirts of the small village. I was on edge by the time we arrived having realised how remote it was. I then remembered my phone which Dimitri could track. I’d left this in the pocket of my other shorts.

    I was told to get out of the car barefoot.

    “Ah, here’s our fuck boy” a naked guy announced, walking towards us. He was introduced as Andrew, the owner of the house. “Hi, David. This creature looks divine.”

    The guys kissed as I watched from the sidelines not sure what to do.

    “Leave your clothes in the car” he told David. “You won’t need them until you go home” he laughed.

    Whilst David removed his clothes, Andrew turned to me.

    “I understand you’re willing to be tied up and fucked bareback.”

    “That’s what I’ve been paid for” I grinned.

    “Excellent. We’ll remove your clothes once you’re at our mercy” he laughed. Turning to a now naked David, he said, “As the weather is nice, we’ve brought the gear into the garden.”

    He then led me and David to the back of the house where four other stark-naked guys were sunbathing.

    “Here’s a gorgeous guy to fuck, so get hard, guys” Andrew laughed. Two guys jumped up. I later found out they were Aaron, a Jamaican, and a Nigerian named Jamal. They both had muscular bodies and big cocks which were growing by the minute. I was taken to an X frame made of wood which was supported by two other pieces of wood fixed by pegs in the grass causing the frame to lean back slightly. My arms were outstretched, and my wrists were tethered to the X frame. My legs were spread open wide, and my ankles tethered to the bottom of the X frame.

    Surprisingly, I felt relaxed and was looking forward to having my arse well and truly fucked. The other two guys moved forward and began ripping off my two items of clothing. As David had predicted, they were now in shreds. I was then fitted with a poppers mask. With my hands tied it meant I had no control over it. I started inhaling the poppers and the rush filled my head. I noticed several other guys now wearing them.

    “Okay guys. Let’s start fucking” Andrew laughed and plunged his hard cock into my arse. He fucked hard which caused me to breathe more and inhale more poppers. But I felt good and enjoyed the experience. I was then conscious of a guy sucking my cock which soon became hard. As he sucked, another guy fondled my balls, sometimes squeezing them hard causing me to squirm as the big cock continued to fuck.

    “Ah, fuck. I’m coming, guys” Andrew gasped.

    “Fill him up” another guy shouted. Andrew pumped and pumped as his cum was ejected into my arse.

    As soon as he’d removed his cock, another guy thrust his in its place. When he’d dumped his load, another took his place. This continued until all six guys had dumped their load.

    “Are you okay?” David whispered, removing the poppers mask. I nodded and grinned. To be honest, I’d loved every minute, including the constant flow of vapour from the poppers mask.

    I was released from the X frame and laid facing up on the grass. My arms and legs were spread-eagled with wrists and ankles tethered to the grass. Kabir, an Indian who looked the youngest, fitted a nipple clamp to both nipples.

    “Let me know if they’re too tight” he whispered as he straddled my body, lubricated my erection and guided it into his tight arse.

    “Ah” I grunted.

    “Good?” he grinned.

    “Yeah. Fucking good” I grinned. As he fucked himself by riding my cock, whilst another guy knelt across my face and told me to rim his arse. His name was Hugo, and he was Swedish.

    When not fucking me, the group indulged themselves in sex drugs and alcohol. The sexual activity became intense, and guys were fucking one another, as well as me.

    Eventually, the activity outside came to a close and I was led into the house. The group went upstairs where everyone showered. Once downstairs I was introduced to Marcel. He was a Ugandan refugee who Andrew had taken in as his houseboy.

    “Help him prepare tonight’s meal” Andrew instructed. I looked at the stark-naked boy who looked no more than sixteen and smiled. We worked well together, and the meal was finally prepared. We carried the dishes of food into the dining room where six naked guys were sitting around a large table. As Marcel and I served the guests, hands handled our cock and balls, but we continued our chores.

    As they ate, we had a sandwich in the kitchen. Whilst the guys enjoyed the dessert, we cleared away the dishes. After coffee had been served, we were told to clear the table.

    “Get on the table and lay face down” Andrew instructed Marcel. Without hesitation he did so.

    “You” he barked at me, “fuck his arse hard.”

    With the helping hand of a guest my cock was soon hard. After lubricating Marcel’s beautiful arse, I slipped it in.

    “Fuck him hard” Andrew shouted.

    “Yeah, real hard” others added.

    I was now slamming my cock into the arse. I felt my climax come and deposit my load, but continued fucking until another load was pumping into his tight arse.

    I stopped and the guys applauded.

    “Fucking brilliant” David exclaimed. I noticed he was holding a camera so had filmed the action.

    The remainder of the evening was less hectic. Alcohol and drugs continued on be consumed and I was draped across naked laps sucking cock or having my arse fingered.

    “Okay, guys. One last fuck before we go to bed” Andrew giggled. Me and Marcel were bent over the back of a chair and each fucked by six guys.

    I slept with Marcel in his room in the basement.

    “Do you mind being fucked like that by Andrew and his mates?” I asked.

    He shook his head. “I have food and roof over head. I didn’t have that in my home country, so I don’t mind.”

    I hugged him as we lay naked together.

    “Would you fuck me again. I liked your cock inside me” he grinned.

    Not wanting to disappoint him, I did just that.

    We were up early the following morning. When we went up to the kitchen, we found David there eating a piece of toast.

    “I suggest we leave before the others get up and want to fuck you again. They liked your arse very much.”

    I grabbed a piece of toast and followed him to the car. I found my clothes and dressed. On the way, we pleasured one another’s cock.

    ***

    Dimitri wanted a full report when I arrived home. Fyodor listened intently.

    “What was it like being tied up and being fucked by six guys?”

    “Brilliant” I grinned.

    “You’ll find out on Friday. A client in South London wants an escort for his partner’s birthday party and you’ll be the guy to satisfy his needs. Expect a late night and your arse being well used” Dimitri laughed.

    My next assignment was to be a model for an artist nearby. His name was Roland, and he wanted me to model in the nude.

    “He’s asked if you’d be willing to model with an erection. I’ve told him you’d love to” he grinned.

    “Different, but not a problem” I replied.

    As we lay naked beside one another that night, Fyodor wanted more detailed information about my experience in Surrey, now he knew he was to be the centre of attention at a party. By the time I’d finished answering his questions we both had stiff cocks that needed attention, so we fucked each other.

    The artist lived in a small flat at the top of a house five minutes away.

    “I’m Roland. Thanks for coming.”

    I smiled at the use of that word and wondered if either of us would be doing that. He explained that he’d been given a commission to paint an erotic picture of a young man.

    “You’re perfect. As soon as I saw your profile on the website, I knew you were the person I was looking for.”

    He showed me where he wanted me to pose and how, which was on a bed on my side with ruffled sheets behind me and one knee bent.

    “To start with play with your cock whilst I sketch your outline. I take it you don’t mind being captured on canvas with an erection?”

    “Not a problem for me. Shown my stiff cock on many occasions” I smiled.

    “That’s perfect. Keep that facial expression.”

    My cock was soon hard. As I gently played with it, I’d mentally stripped him naked. He was wearing a pair of shorts with nothing else so I could enjoy his naked torso.

    “Excellent, can you keep that hard. Shall I put some porn on?”

    “If you removed your shorts, that would help” I grinned mischievously. To my surprise, he did. His cock was huge, and I imagined it fucking my arse.

    After an hour he suggested we stop. I stood up and looked at his work which was just a sketch.

    “Wow. That’s so lifelike.”

    “I use the sketch as a guide when I’m painting the actual painting. However, I’ll need you to pose for that. Is that okay?”

    “Sure. You’re paying” I chuckled.

    “You’re so relaxed about sex. I wish I was.”

    “Are you gay? Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that” I immediately added.

    He smiled. “I like women, but I’m also attracted to guys. Presume that makes me bisexual. I’ve slept with several women but never had sex with a man.”

    I looked at him trying to assess if he wanted me. “You could try it out with me, if you wanted. Free of charge” I added, “but don’t tell my boss” I laughed. I glanced at his cock and could see it was reacting.

    He moved up to me and gently kissed my lips. “You’re very sweet. I’d love to lose my gay virginity with a man such as you.”

    He gently moved me onto the bed and sank on top of me, our cocks now kissing one another and reacting to the sensation it caused. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back. My cock was rock hard and so was his. I felt like saying ‘you’re certainly turned on by men’.

    “Can I fuck you? I’ve got condoms and lube.”

    I nodded and turned over, guessing he’d prefer that position. I felt his cock slip into my arse and fuck until the condom had been filled.

    It required a further three sittings for the painting to be finished and at the end of each session he fucked me, but this time with me on my back and my legs over my chest.

    ***

    Life slipped into a routine of satisfying client needs, posing for artists and producing more gay porn for the website which was now very popular. Dimitri had found three other guys to join the team. One was twenty-two and the others were eighteen.

    I was invited by David for more weekend sex parties in several locations and a range of guys. It was lucrative work, and I enjoyed it. One party was held at a large country estate with twenty guests, so they wanted more than one escort. Fyodor and Mark joined me much to their delight. We had to arrive at the venue stark naked so had to remove our clothes just before reaching it.

    “A client wants you this evening” Dimitri told me. “He lives in Hackney, East London.”

    Very little had been given as to what the client wanted so I arrived at the block of flats in Hackney wondering what I’d be expected to do. I took the lift to the seventh floor, knocked on the door of flat 706 and within seconds it opened.

    “Hi. You must be the escort I’ve hired. I’m Frank.”

    “Hi, I’m Trevor” I replied, my eyes automatically fixed on his muscular body. I estimated him to be around forty years of age. All he was wearing was a flimsy cloth around his waist, his large cock pushing it out.

    “You can leave you clothes here.”

    ‘No hanging about, then’ I chuckled to myself as I stripped naked and dumped my clothes on the floor by the front door.

    He led me into a bedroom and to my surprise a young guy was sitting naked on the end of the bed.

    “This is Dan, my son. He’s sixteen and is gay. He’s still a virgin so wants you to fuck him whilst I film the action. Lay face down on the bed, son.” Turning to me, he said “Once in, fuck him hard and do it raw. Want him to feel flesh against flesh. Far better, don’t you agree?”

    “Yeah, I do. Much prefer bareback. I’m fully tested regularly, so am clean.”

    Just talking about it and imagining my cock inside this sixteen-year-old had caused my cock to get hard. I straddled him, lubricated my cock and pressed against the puckered hole.

    “Just relax” I told Dan. He groaned as I breached him but once the big head of my cock was through, he settled down. Frank passed me a bottle of poppers and I noticed Dan was sniffing from his own bottle. As I fucked, hard as instructed, I processed what was happening. Here I was fucking a young guy whilst his father filmed his son being fucked by a stranger.

    “Dump your load inside him” Frank told me. “I assume you can cum more than once in a session.”

    “No problem” I smiled as I continued fucking and making it last as long as I could. Ten minutes later I was pumping my white creamy cum into the lad’s virgin arse. I felt privileged to be the first guy to do that.

    “Now change over. You, on your back with you legs over your chest and you, Dan kneel between his outstretched legs. You’re about to fuck your first arse.”

    Dan obediently did as he’d been instructed, and I lay on my back with room above my head as instructed. Dan’s cock was now hard and lubricated. I watched him insert it into my arse and fuck as if he’d done it before. Frank had knelt at my head and told me to lick his cock. It was huge and I imagined it inside me.

    “Keep fucking” he told Dan as he filmed his hard cock pumping my arse. A few minutes later, he climaxed and shot his load of cum into my arse.

    “Let’s make this more interesting. On your back, boy” he told his son. I jumped off and watched the lad do as he’d been told. “Tie his wrist to the bedhead” he told me. Once his hands were secure, his legs were lifted over his head and his ankles tethered to the bedhead. “Fuck him” he told me, so I knelt between his outstretched legs and plunged my hard cock into the waiting hole. I then felt Frank’s cock plunge into me. He fucked hard whilst I did the same to his son.

    “Nice arse” he commented as he fucked.

    During my time as a gay escort I came across several bizarre situations but nothing quite like that. My life free from Russia was so much better even though it meant I had to sell my body.

    *****

  • Glory Hole

    I wandered around the middle square of video booths, checking out the ones with glory holes for several minutes. A few other men were doing the same or just leaning on the walls and watching. One of them was a clean-cut, handsome black man who asked me if I was “looking for some dick.” I thought about a positive response for a moment and then wandered on. I wasn’t sure who to trust.

    I walked into a booth with a glory hole and checked out the booth next to the one I was in. An older black man was beating his meat. He had a nice average cock, about six inches long and skinny, liking black cock as much as I do; I stuck my hand through the hole and wiggled my fingers. He stepped up to the hole, sticking his cock through to the booth I was in. I held it in my hand and slid the foreskin back to lick the head of his dick.

    “Suck it, white boy,” he whispered through the thin partition separating us.

    “Yes sir, Master,” I responded and took the head in my mouth and sucked on it gently.

    He quietly laughed as I slid my lips down his cock, taking about three inches or half of his cock in my mouth. I sucked a little harder. He started hunching back and forth as I sucked. He was fucking my mouth, and I sucked his peter farther into my mouth. He was at the back of my mouth, trying to get into my throat. I got as close to the wall as my nose would allow, and my lips were at the edge of the partition. I was so close that we were in the same booth.

    I could feel the head of his penis at my throat and his pubic hair on my lips. I kept swallowing as I sucked. I tried to tilt my head to give him access to my neck. I could feel his dick swelling up, and I knew he was close to filling my mouth with cum. The head of his dick popped into my throat, and I could feel his belly and pubic hair on my lips as he sawed back and forth in my mouth. I was happy the partition was so thin. My cock was throbbing. I was delighted with a mouthful of black cock.

    He had been fucking my face. Now that he was close to feeding the white boy his black man’s cum he used minimal movement and kept his cock head in my throat. I was going to have to pull back to allow myself to breathe. I held onto what I had as he squirted cum down my throat. I didn’t get the full taste, and I missed the ropy feeling of his cum sliding across my tongue, but I was happy with the events, and my cock was still throbbing. I pulled back and breathed through my nose as I sucked him gently until he was soft again.

    He zipped his pants like I did, and we exited our booths simultaneously. He looked at me, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

    “Thanks,” I said to him. “That was good.”

    “Anytime I can get a white boy to suck this black dick is a good time,” he replied and started for the entrance.

    I turned in the other direction and wandered the hallway more. My dick was still hard.

    I wandered around the hallway after the older black man, and I parted company. The handsome young black man who had asked me if I was looking for a dick was still leaning against the wall. I looked him over and moved on. He still made me nervous. I didn’t want to run into a police officer in the arcade. A few others, both white and black men, were doing as I was. We were all wandering, hoping to hook up with what we wanted. Me, I wanted more cock to suck. Feeling the old man’s pubic hair brushing my lips as he filled my throat had me more excited than ever.

    I rounded a corner just as a light appeared over a booth, indicating it was in use. The door was closed completely, indicating that the occupant didn’t want company in his booth. I went back around the corner and entered the adjoining booth. I left the door open about eight inches to signal others that it was ok to join me in the booth. I thought if the handsome young black guy joined me in the booth, pulled his zipper down, and exposed his black dick to me, then he wasn’t a police officer, and I would be happy to service his cock.

    I put a few tokens in the machine to start the video. I sat down in the chair provided and looked through the glory hole to see a stocky black man rubbing his crotch. He saw me looking at him and smiled at me. Ok. He looked good, so I stuck my hand through the hole and wiggled my fingers at him. 

    When I pulled my hand back, he turned towards the glory hole and unzipped his pants. He pulled out a horsecock That made my mouth water. He skinned back the foreskin and shook the purple head of his dick at me, grinning all the while. Dang, it was big. I was drooling as I admired his cock. 

    He stepped up to the hole and stuck that big purple head through the thin partition. I immediately licked it. I had to open my mouth wide to get that big thing in a position where I could suck it good. It filled my mouth as I sucked it like a baby sucking a tit.

    That cock had to be nine or ten inches long, maybe two or two and a half inches thick. I was struggling to suck the head, and maybe one or two more inches he managed to get in my mouth. He pushed more cock through the wall until he was against the partition. There was no way I would feel his hair against my lips.

    I raised my butt out of the chair provided for patrons and started taking my pants off, and dropped them on the sticky floor.  I thought about all the sticky cum deposited on the floor and walls. This place was filthy as any arcade that catered to cocksuckers like me. This big black cock had me so excited I just had to get naked. I took off my shirt and dropped it on the sticky mess.

    Standing there bent over with my naked ass facing the partially open door, I continued to suck that big cock. I had one hand against the wall for support, and the other held onto the horse cock. I couldn’t get my fingers to close around the cock. It more than filled my hand. I suck harder. I was in love with this guy’s cock. I wanted it in every hole.

    I stopped sucking and turned around with my backside to the glory hole. I bent over and reached behind me to take his massive cock in my hand. I guided it to my asshole and backed up against it. When I got it and myself in position, I shoved myself back against his dick. The only lube on it was from my mouth so that he would almost dry.

    That cockhead pushed through, and I felt my sphincter tear. The pain was fierce, but the head was in my ass. I went back more, and more cock slid in me. It hurt so bad, but I didn’t care at that time. I just wanted him in me.

    I kept backing up until my ass was against the wall, and I had all nine or ten inches inside me. He pulled back a little and pushed it back in slowly at first. Then he picked up the pace, drilling me hard and fast. My dick was soon dripping fluid as that big thing massaged my prostate. That’s the best kind of orgasm. 

    He fucked me hard for two or three minutes and then slowed the pace. Now, he was barely moving back and forth, in and out. He was filling my ass with black man’s cum. It’s just what I wanted. I could feel his cock pulsing as he deposited that seed in me. He finally stopped and pulled out of my torn ass. I turned the chair around and sat down facing the door. I sat there with my butt leaking cum and bleeding on the seat. My ass was torn and hurt. But I enjoyed the fuck anyway. I would do it again as soon as I could.

    I sat there, dressed only in shoes and socks, getting myself together as the door opened. The handsome black man, who I thought might be a police officer, entered smiling. 

    “Leandre told me he fucked your brains out,” he said.

    “Oh, hell yes. He did me good,” I replied

    The young man unzipped his pants and pulled out a nice, average, seven-inch black cock.

    “Maybe you need a good face fuck now,”

    “You know I need it if it’s a black man face fucking me.” My dick was still hard, and the head was covered with precum. I leaned forward in the chair as he approached. He grabbed my head and shoved his dick in my face.  I took his cock in my mouth, and his face fucked me hard.

    He sawed in and out while I sucked as hard as I could. Every few strokes, he hit my throat hard. I managed to control the gag as he held my head so I couldn’t escape. 

    He had left the door open so anyone in the hallway could see and hear what we were engaged in. I heard them talking and laughing about the faggot getting it good. That was ok with me. These guys would know what I wanted the next time I frequented the arcade. They heard me telling the young man to cum in my mouth so I could taste it.

    He only lasted a minute or two before filling my mouth with several shots of cum. I loved the slightly salty taste and roopy feeling as it slid across my tongue. I continued sucking gently as I knew he would be sensitive. He pulled his shrinking cock from my mouth and complimented me on my cock sucking abilities.

    “You can suck my cock any time you want,” he said as he left the booth.

    My dick, still hard and oozing precum, needed attention. I jerked it several times, and right away, it started spewing cum. I caught it all in my left hand. Licking it from my hand, I enjoyed the taste. Not too bad, just not as good as another man’s cum

  • Dylan and Friends

    Of course, the Moms weren’t ready to go, so Chubby and I waited for them on the front steps smoking our second cigarette of the day, or was it our third?  In a little while, the moms came outside, we got into the Volvo station wagon, and Chubby drove us to the restaurant with the Moms acting tense the whole way. They don’t trust our driving yet, but they will soon enough.  I’ll be driving home. The Moms work at this restaurant, so they know all the waitresses.

    The waitress who took our drink orders was Cid; she brought the mom’s drinks called straight-up Manhattans. Chub and I had strange-looking drinks that Cid set in front of us, saying, “And for the boys here are your Shirley Temples.” Chubby said, “What the fu..?” and Tris said, “Language, Jeffrey!” I sipped my drink and mumbled, “Hey, this is good, Chub!” The three women were chuckling, so this was set up for a laugh. Chubby grinned and drank half of the sweet concoction that tasted suspiciously like cherry Coke with a maraschino cherry.

    The food wasn’t as good as Ken’s Steak House, but it was pretty good.  We had some laughs with the waitress, Cid, who was a part-time school teacher, too. She was telling us things her young second and third-grade kids said. The two stories I remember are: Cid asked her second grader, Glenn, how he spells ‘crocodile’, and he goes ‘K R O K O D I A L.’  She said, “No, that’s wrong.” Glenn said, “It might be wrong, but you asked me how I spelled it.”  The other one was Cid asked her third grader, Maria, to go to the world map and find North America. Maria goes up and points at it, and Cid, the teacher, says, “That’s correct. Okay, class, all together now, who discovered America?” and they said in unison “Maria.”  

    There were others that seemed funnier than they actually were with Chubby doing his contagious laugh, Cid told the stories in a funny way, too. I drove us home super fine after dinner, and it had been a good time out with the moms, which is something we should try to do more often. It was getting late, so both Chubby and I went to bed shortly after getting home, as we had work tomorrow.  I lay in bed feeling good that I was part of our joint family.  Later, it was the same old thing: trying to think about how I was going to tell Willie I was cheating on him.  He deserves a lot better after all the things he’s done for me, all the places he’s taken me, and the presents he’s bought me.

    Then I thought about Robby and knew I’d need to tell him about my cheating, too. This has been a great weekend, and yet I’m in a depressed mood because of troubles I’ve brought on myself.  Then, wait a second! I didn’t go out looking for two boyfriends. I didn’t go out looking for a boyfriend at all. Willie and Robby found me; I didn’t find them. Well, I may have found Robby, I guess, and I didn’t fight Willie off. Oh, hell, it’s probably mostly my fault.  If only they both weren’t so perfect, if only I didn’t love them both, and if only I didn’t actually love, love, love doing sex with them… if only.  

    My alarm woke me, and I felt apprehensive because this is the last full week of my summer job before school starts, a week from this Wednesday, and I still have that problem of what to do about my two boyfriends. Still, it is kind of nerve-wracking that the first day of my senior year of high school is almost here. That takes precedence over my boyfriend’s problem, and is what I’m thinking about walking through the locker room at Dicker’s Landscaping and Design, exchanging friendly insults with the college guys and saying good morning and high-fiving the guys on my crew.  

    It’s been so much more fun coming to work with no Joel to worry about.  Starting next week, after school, I’ll be meeting a whole new group of guys as a bag boy at Super Stop and Shop. I put Chubby’s name on the bag boy waiting list, but there were a lot of names ahead of his, so for the time being, he’ll stick with the window washer job after school and on Saturdays.  Plus, Saturday nights, as they’ve been doing all summer. However, I do not want to think about Chubby and Ricky right now, and I do not want to think about tomorrow’s confession to Willie, either.

    No, instead I want to think about Robby, who I should be seeing any second now.  Ah yes! There he is at my locker with my coffee and his big smiling eyes that make me feel like the most important person in the world.  He looks so glad to see me, I shout, “Yo, stud, what are you smiling about?”  Robby looked down and shrugged.  It’s hard to believe he’s the same boy who showed such leadership and confidence at baseball practice yesterday. After all we’ve been through together, he still acts like I’m a big deal, and he isn’t. Jeez, he’s a much bigger deal than me.

    Next to his ear, I murmured, “You are the cutest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. You make me sweat,” and I mussed his soft and silky hair. He stood still allowing me to do what I wanted with him. I could feel my dick getting hard, so I sat on the bench in front of my locker puffing a few long breaths and then sipping my coffee. Robby sat beside me and said, “I get all squirmy when I see you, Dylan. You’re like my idol or something. I’m not too proud to admit that.” Without even looking around to see if anyone could see us, he leaned close to my face and licked across my lips with his saliva-soaked tongue.  

    I gasped and grabbed my hard cock to adjust it from its uncomfortable position, pushing out my cargo short’s zipper. “Damn, you’re hot, Robby, but can’t you look around first to see if anyone is watching?”  Robby took my head between his hands, and with me trying to pull away, he licked up from my chin, across my lips, and right up the front of my nose, leaving behind a wet trail of spit. Oh my God, one second he’s shy and the next he’s doing this kind of sexy aggressiveness.  

    Gulping, I inhaled his spit then coughed when a speck got in my windpipe. Robby patted my back hard and said, “You taste good!  Dodger said you and Chubby were at baseball practice yesterday.  I wish you guys stayed around till practice was over.” After patting my back, he left his arm around my shoulders and leaned against me harder, pushing at his lap. It was awkward, but that fact didn’t appear to register with Robby. Clearing my throat and shrugging my shoulders, I explained how Chubby and I didn’t want to interrupt his practice. I told him he was very cool running the show, which made him blush again and mumble, “I’ve always been pretty good on a baseball diamond, so I feel really comfortable there.”  

    Thinking to myself, ‘I guess so,’ he adds, “Can we go in the back locker room and do a quick make-out now?”  I was happy to get out of this cuddling position in the middle of the locker room, so I quickly nodded, “Great idea!”  I stood up to readjust my boner sideways, hoping it wouldn’t show as much that way. Robby’s boner was poking undisturbed straight out the front of his pants. He looked at me, his mouth slightly open, panting and with a longing in his beautiful blue eyes that had me doing some panting myself.

    On the way, he said, “Wasn’t our date Saturday night the best date ever, Dylan? Have you ever been on a date as cool as ours?  I dreamed about it last night. Guess what? I’m getting as bad as my brother with the jerking off. You know, from thinking about you.” I mumbled, “Wha…?”

    We were in the way-back locker section by now, and instead of responding to his comments further, I got my arms around his neck and made out with him the way Willie taught me to make-out. Robby’s and my boners dueled as we kissed, licked, and sucked on each other’s tongue, and face, and lips…. and, oh God! Go good! Picking-up from where we left off Sunday morning, our make-out quickly became very intense. This time I got so close to climaxing in my pants I had to stop making out and rest my face side by side with Robby’s, as we swayed together cheek to cheek, hugging and grinding our crotches together, desperately trying to catch my breath and, at the same time, allow my nuts to relax their sperm-making chores; whoa!  

    This room has no air conditioning, and our sweat just added to the erotic feeling. We were just about to start again when the five-minute work warning tone sounded loudly and we slowly let go of each other and took a step apart. My face felt red and hot and Robby’s looked red and hot, which made him even sexier looking then normal, sweat on his upper lip, some dripping at his temples, beading sweat on his forehead near his hairline.  My knees felt weak from gawking at him; what a hot picture he makes.  I reluctantly nodded toward the door and Robby did the slightest grin at me, then we walked out into the refreshingly air-conditioned main locker room.

    Already in his Dickers Landscaping and Design outfit, Robby followed me to my locker to watch while I changed. For some reason we were both quiet now, just grinning a bit at each other. We’re totally relaxed together now, and didn’t feel the need for talking all the time.  I could still smell the spit in my nose from Robby’s early lick. His saliva has refreshingly cool smell as if he’d been chewing Wriggle’s Spearmint gum before our make out.

    Robby said, “I, er, we only have a couple minutes before work, but I need to tell you something.  Confess something to you, Dylan.”  I was dressed by now and stood, holding my coffee, curious, “Confess? What is it?”  He takes a deep breath, then mumbles, “Don’t hate me. It’s just that I had such a crush on you for weeks and weeks.  I didn’t know what to do. Um, anyway, it’s stupid and dumb and I hate myself for doing it. Ah, you know.” Nodding encouragingly, “Know what, and Robby?” He blurts out, “It was me who put that stuff in your locker at the beginning of the summer, before you got a lock for it.”  

    Shocked, this was coming up now, two months after the fact, and I’m super-shocked it was him. I mutter, “You…?  It was you?.” He looked away and whined, “I wanted you to notice me. You were always goofing around with the college boys. I thought you’d never, um; anyway, I was fucked-up in my head and I did it and I’m so sorry, Dylan.  Say you forgive me.”  I drank some coffee trying to think how I felt about it and decided it was no big deal after all the other stuff that’s happened since then. I said, “Of course, I forgive you, but that was some nasty stuff. That condom and all.”  

    Naturally, he’s blushing a dark red and sweat broke out on his forehead again, air conditioning or not. He looked down like he does frequently, and swallowed hard, then mumbled, “You said you forgive me so is it okay if we never bring it up again?” Thinking about my confession to him about Willie coming up this Wednesday, I quickly added, “Oh sure, you bet dude. I mean: bring what up?” We did a quick hug and the side of his face rubbed mine, and it not only looked red and hot, it was hot.  He’d blushed the darkest red I’ve ever seen. I said, “It’s forgotten forever. I’m no angel either, you know!”

    The work day flew by. I did give some thought to Robby putting that nasty shit in my locker; the ‘queer’ signs and the condom with cum in it and all. I wasn’t mad at him though; basically, I’m shocked he was that nasty and then I felt bad for what his state of mind must have been back then, him trying to get attention while being a closeted gay, and feeling all alone, hoping upon hope I was gay, too. I know that feeling, so I know it had to be very stressful for him and as a consequence he’d made bad choices. As I said, I can relate to some of those feelings because my gayness was buried in my subconscious mind until very recently.

    Well, I some of the longings and desires, I just didn’t recognize them as gay.  It’s always amazing to discover what people are capable of when they feel they have nothing else to lose, and that feeling of desperation takes over. Sure, it’s hard to believe that sweet and innocent Robby would put that shit in my locker, and even harder to believe he’d put Joel’s life in danger, but he’s guilty on both counts. He’s a dangerous motherfucker if you’re on the wrong side of him. Haha, for real.

    No, not really. I don’t pretend to know what to make of it, so I’ll just be grateful it all turned-out so well and leave it at that.  At the end of the workday, Robby and I only had a quick make-out due to time constraints. We were excited about the Wednesday night barbecue coming up, and he had something he had to do for that. He told me he had been trying to formulate ways he and I could be alone again.  “If none of my plans work, you may need to do me in the pickup truck, Dylan.  Is that okay?”  

    I told him, of course, it’s okay. I’m beginning to ease up on my worry about the consequences of confessing Willie to Robby.  My sexual exploits with Willie might not be a big enough deal to piss Robby off; he just might forgive me anything. At least, that’s the impression I’ve been getting from him.  It doesn’t hurt that he felt the need to confess that locker stuff to me today, either.

    Monday, after work, Chubby and I completed all but two hours each of our driver training with Ms. Personality-minus. We both felt comfortable behind the wheel, and confident we can pass the State Trooper’s driving test, too. We’d already passed the written portion. Well, actually it’s not written; we did it on their computer at the DMV which is to say, the Department of Motor Vehicles. We’ll finish up the driving portion this week and take the driving test on Monday, two days before school starts.  Then, in a couple of weeks, we’ll shop for a car which will be purchased under Tris’ name as owner, but be driven by us boys.

    Until then we’ll be walking to school just like always, driver’s license or not because the Moms needed the Volvo getting back and forth to work. It’s exciting to be this close to our dream, though. The things we’ve had to go through to get this far have been; well, never mind because we’re here now.  Chubby and I messed around after eating dinner and then he passed up the foot massage opportunity, so I had to think maybe he did Ricky’s feet after work today.  Enuf’ said about that; no sense dwelling on it because there isn’t anything I can do to change it right now.

    Also, I was getting myself worked-up to confess to Willie on our Tuesday date. That was taking a lot of my energy and most of my contemplating time. It kept me up half the night trying to think of the proper words to say.  The only thing Willie ever asked of me, and he asked this early on, was for me to be true to him.  It had to do with safe sex, but was also a trust thing between us.

    Yeah, well, he’s the experienced one and I’m positive he’s participated only in ‘safe’ sex. After asking me to be true to him, the first outside sex I had was with Dodger and he forced that on me in the pool that time. I had no choice, or almost none.  Then the mohawk man, working under a misconception, spanked the shit out of me and fucked me so hard that just thinking about that sexual experience now gives me a stiff dick. Interaction with the Marine was mostly before Willie’s time, and Willie actually was most of the reason I told the Marine no more, or words to that effect.

    So, what to confess and how to say it?  Obviously, me fucking Robby is what I’m guilty about, mostly. I do not want to lose Willie because I seriously don’t think I’ll ever find anyone who fits with me so well.  I’m referring to fucking here, of course, but I could easily include the way he wraps me up afterward, or the way we’re perfect size to dance together, or take a shower with, or just sleep together, and I actually mean sleeping. Willie is the perfect boyfriend for me and yes, I’m definitely including his dominant side, too. It’s just dominant enough to get my balls buzzing, but not too much to become seriously stupid like the Prep school boys.  

    If Robby was a hot top for me, it would be a close call who was number one; Robby or Willie. It’s nuts the way you fall in love and it gets totally in your head and all. What am I going to do when he says the words, whatever they’re going to be. The words that call me names and tell me to get the fuck out of his sight. I can think of plenty that apply to someone like me, but why torture myself?  Sleep did come eventually and then it was Tuesday morning and nothing went right from the minute I got up.  

    I bumbled around trying to get ready for work, almost missed my bus, forgot money to pay for the bus and had to borrow it from the black hospital orderly kid, then never even got my bus ride boner. Getting off the bus, I caught my shorts on a screw and ripped the pocket which made me mumbled, “Fuck!” and when I looked up there was a nun waiting to get on the bus. We both looked away. Damn, what a morning.  

    At work I couldn’t concentrate on my make-out with Robby, and finally had to lie to him saying I wasn’t feeling well; I had an upset stomach. That wasn’t a total lie because I was sick to my stomach with worry.

    Telling Robby that I’ve been fucking my brains out with others whenever I get the chance, and I’m telling sex partner I love him, ans… it’s awful! Plus, I need to tell Willie the same thing; that I love someone else, too, and that that someone-else loves me.  Getting goofily ridiculous, I thought of saying to Willie, “Who knows how many boys I can have sex with and fall in love with simultaneously; a world’s record perhaps.”

    Oh, man, I’m a promiscuous whore, a slut, a two-timing cheating bastard.  That’s how my entire day went. After work, my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding and I’d worked myself into a frenzy.  As I was leaving, Robby hugged me and whispered, “Get better Dylan, please. Tomorrow is our Wednesday barbecue day, remember? And, you know what else we want to do, right?”  I smiled a little smile for him, and said, “Absolutely,” and his father called him for their ride home.

    Willie will be waiting at the bus station; and all my planning went for naught because I couldn’t remember any of the words I wanted to say to him about my cheating.  I was like a convict being led to the gallows, or something.  

    By now I was resigned to losing Willie, but hopeful I’d still have Robby.  Half the time I told myself that there wouldn’t be any need to confess to Robby after Willie dumped me, but that’s the coward’s way out. I was determined to start fresh with a clear conscience, but first some rationalization.  If the worst-case scenario happens and I lose both boyfriends, there are gay guys in high school and this is my first full year as a gay, so who knows what might develop, right?

    My head filled up with numerous rationalizations the closer I got to Willie; but I couldn’t think straight about a single one of them. I got off the bus and there he was, sitting on the bus stop bench, grinning as he stared at me.  He looked sexy.  His hair was growing out and looked especially cool today. I loved that little spray of tint freckles on the bridge of his nose and I loved that little-boy look of his.  That’s his natural look, not a phony face he puts on. And to me it’s so beautiful when he smiles.

    He isn’t beautiful like Robby is beautiful, it’s more like there is something about his looks that I connect with and he makes my heart go bump, bump, bump, and my dick starts taking on blood, and what are you gonna do? Ha, it just happens! Willie and I are just right together. We worked-out our differences when they popped-up, although there really weren’t that many of them anyway, and we really enjoyed being with each other.

    Wait a second here. Exactly why do I need to lose him as my boyfriend?  It isn’t fair to him. It will hurt his feelings something terrible should I tell him how I’ve cheated on him behind his back. That may be the worst of it, me hurting him like that.  I don’t want to hurt him.  I don’t need to tell him, why should I? Where did I get this idiotic idea that I needed to confess? It’ll only do harm. Nothing good will come out of it! Jesus, what was I thinking?

    It’ll just be bad for Willie in every way possible, and he doesn’t deserve to suffer just because I’ve been unfaithful.  He’s more fragile than he thinks, you know? He has no family involvement to speak of, so he was considering me his family, sort of. He did all kinds of sweet things for me; I can’t hurt him.  I won’t!

    Willie stood right up when I got off the bus and with a worried look on his face came over to me to grab each of my biceps stopping me in my tracks to ask, “What wrong Dylan, you’re so pale.” I said, “I’ve been cheating on you for a while now Willie, and I have a wicked guilty conscience about that, and I’m so sorry! Please forgive me.”  He said, “Wha…?  What’s this all about?”

    I’m such a baby, I felt the tears building up behind my eyes, but I will not fucking cry!  Clamping my jaws together I made myself not cry and then a single goddamn tear ran down my cheek. Fuck! I inhaled a long breath through my nose. Willie put his arm around my back, mumbling,  “C’mon, baby, let’s go over and get in the car. You can tell me about it there.”

    Feeling like a six-year-old zombie I walked across the street to Willie’s car and got in. He got in the driver’s side and when his door slammed shut he said, “Oops, I didn’t slam that on purpose; it slipped. Do you want a cigarette?” Nodding that I did, Willie fished his hard pack of Marlboro Lights from one of the pockets of his cargo shorts and lit one up. I was thinking, well, I got it out. My confession is out there now and I can’t get it back, so now I’ll see what happens.  I wasn’t all shook up anymore because, ironically, being with Willie calmed me down.  

    He took a drag, passed the cigarette to me and quietly said, “Do you want to tell me about it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  I smoked and talked while looking straight ahead. I told him about having a crush on Robby when I thought he was straight and about Robby coming out as gay to me in the locker room, and about how it wasn’t long before we were making out and doing sex together. I didn’t get explicit about the sex, and I didn’t mention the Joel incident or the unsavory things Robby had put in my locker at the beginning of the summer.

    Hmm, I also didn’t tell him about Dodger fucking me in their pool or Mohawk man because all that would do is complicate things. I wanted to keep my unfaithfulness simple and concise and direct.  It took maybe a minute to recite my cheating, and then I ended it with, “I don’t want you to dump me, Willie.  I love you.” He patted my shoulder affectionately and said, “Jeez, Dylan, I don’t know, um,  ah, no one has ever confessed anything to me before.  I don’t want to say the wrong thing, so let me think a minute.”  

    I mumbled, “Sure, drive around and think about it.” He pulled away from the curb as my head was buzzing with thoughts, but most of them were now positive thoughts, not negative ones like I’d been having up to a moment ago.  I wasn’t feeling quite as down-in-the-dumps now, either. I actually had hope for the first time that it would all work out okay; not great, but okay.  Willie didn’t even seem pissed-off, or surprised, or anything I thought he’d be.  I glanced over at him and saw that he had the tip of his pink tongue just barely out between his lips, which I know is what he does when he’s concentrating.

    Steering through some congested traffic on route 9, he said nothing. Then out on route 30, a two-lane road, the traffic let up and he said, “I’m trying to come up with the right thing to say, Dylan. Something that will help you to calm you down and reassure you we’ll be fine, but something else keeps pushing that out of the way and demands my attention.”  

    Wondering where he was going with that, I dropped the cigarette butt over the side of the convertible without doing any damage, and quietly asked, “What’s that?”  Willie says, “Don’t be offended or get your feelings hurt or anything, but did you two guys have safe sex?” Oh, so that’s what he’s worried about. AIDS, of course.  I told him it was Robby’s first sex ever, so we didn’t use a condom, but then, why would we since I’m safe and it’s his first sex ever?

    Willie believed that I believed Robby was a virgin, but said he didn’t know Robby as well as I did and so, for his peace of mind, would I mind being tested?  Willie said he’d get tested with me to keep me company and he wanted to do it right now.  He was referring to a blood test, of course, and this very afternoon with his personal doctor in Cambridge. Willie had been out as an active gay teen from early puberty to his doctor, who lectured him every time he saw him on the need for safety and all that.  

    Relieved, I mumbled, “Sure, I don’t mind,” and Willie smiled at me and patted my thigh, saying, “Thanks, baby! I’m paranoid about that stuff.”  In my head I’m wondering; that’s all there is to it? He’s not mad?  I’ve been worried sick for two weeks and all we need to do is have a blood test? Oh, please, let it be so!

    On the Mass Pike it was too noisy to talk, so I contemplated Willie being so cavalier about me cheating on him.  Doesn’t he care if I’m faithful to him? He told me not to stray way back when he was away at his grandparents, early in the summer.  He was adamant about it back then, which is the reason I’ve been worrying so much about my straying.  This typical of me; the second I discover Willie isn’t going to yell and scream and dump me, I drop that concern, and in its place, I worry about why he doesn’t yell and scream and dump me.  Stupid!  Be happy, be grateful, talk to him about it, try to understand it, but don’t fucking worry about it! It’s a goof thing.

    Willie is being so his self about it. Driving past the toll at the Cambridge exit, I asked, “Aren’t you at all disappointed in me, Willie?” He looked over and said, “I don’t know what to think, Dylan. You’re eighteen, we fuck up as teenagers. I wish you hadn’t told me I’m not the only one you love. I feel kinda foolish because I thought you were madly in love with me, and me alone.  I feel stupid about that, you know?”

    I mumbled, “I’m sorry, Willie, I really am. I really do feel like a total shit about this, if that makes you feel any better.”  Willie was amazingly philosophical about the whole situation. He shrugged and said, “Like I just said, we’re gay teens in the prime of our sexual life, so, of course, we’re going to over-do it sometimes just because, well just because we can. We’re all stupid to some degree Dylan, stupid but trying to be happy.” And he actually chuckled, adding, “Hey, I learned something from this. I learned I’m not as irresistible as I thought.  You were somehow able to resist me long enough to fall for someone else, too.”  

    He did an imitation of a laugh, but I think he was covering up his hurt, and so I said again, “I’m really sorry. When I need to, I’ll come and talk to you about whatever I feel I should talk about. We’ll work through whatever it is together. Okay? Nothing going on behind your back.”  Willie nodded, and muttered, “That’d be great.”  I wanted to hug him and thank him and apologize again and tell him I love him best, but I did none of those things. Instead, I was congratulating myself on still having him as my boyfriend.

    We both had to endure a lecture from Willie’s doctor when we got in to see him.  Dr. Warner ended the lecture with, “You know, William, that I keep very private what you and I discuss, and I do that so you can always feel confident about telling me anything. You, Dylan, are a lucky fellow to have a boyfriend like William here, he is as upfront as a person as I’ve ever met, adult or otherwise.  Nurse Ramos will take your blood and we’ll rush the results through for you boys.  Be super careful boys, Aids has no mercy.”  

    The Rapid HIV test results, which we got in fifteen minutes, were negative.  It’ll take longer for the results for the Western Blot test results and we’ll redo the test in five or six months, but we all knew we were safe.  Willie was satisfied and apologized for doubting Robby’s honesty but I stopped him and told him the testing was no big deal, it made sense and was the very least I could do for him. Back in the car I asked, “Do you think we can do it tonight, Willie?”

    He gives me a look, and says, “God almighty Dylan, I couldn’t stop myself even if we tested positive.  You’re irresistible, sweetheart!”  I played along, but I knew he was joking. I’m pretty sure if I tested positive Willie would use a condom tonight. We ate at an Italian restaurant and talked about us, and about what we knew about being in love, which turned out to be, not much. Willie was very forthcoming about his ignorance of the topic of love. On the topic of dating, he freely admitted that his conception of dating came from his imagination, from comic books, and from TV.

    Understandably, he asked questions about Robby, and I gave truthful answers without elaborating. Willie said, “I’m jealous of him, but I know life ain’t exactly the way I want it to be at all times, so, I need to deal with it somehow. For now, though, I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

    I nodded, and Willie smiled at me indicating that everything is okay. I smiled back at him.  A little later, with mouthfuls of pizza, we discussed how it felt to be in love with one another, finally agreeing that without prior experience, who knows if it is actually true love, or merely puppy love, or not love at all, but a heavy crush, or maybe we were just in love with the sex.

    We laughed at ourselves because we don’t care what it is, we are very pleased continuing as we are. Walking to his car, with his arm around my waist, Willie asked, “Um, what would you like to do now, Dylan?”  I’m like, “Hmm?  How about we hang-out in your bedroom and play monopoly, or something?”  Willie smiles, “Great idea!” We joked around with that while driving to his house.

    I took the time to considered my confession and how I’d been surprised about almost everything that transpired after it. Surprised at how dumb I was to start with. Surprised at how patient Willie was about everything, and how he didn’t make fun of me even though he must have thought I was a nut-case worrying so much about having sex with another boyfriend when he, Willie, had done it regularly and openly with Larry. The good thing is, Willie’s now losing interest in Larry, although I’m still not dropping Robby. I can’t!

    Whatever, all I know for sure is that it’s a wonderful feeling having things out in the open. I’ve never dated a girl or boy before Willie, so what did I know about what’s acceptable and what’s not? Plus, what’s acceptable to one, might not be to another. Chubby’s dated girls, but only a couple of times. None of the guys we know are big on dates; not as couples. One-on-one dating wasn’t prevalent in our lives like it apparently it was back in our parents’ day.

    Pulling up Willie’s long driveway, I tried to remember how many times I’ve come here with him this past summer.  Not sure, but it’s been quite a few. Earlier during our pizza dinner, we discussed how we’d shortly only be able to see each other on Saturday nights during most of the school year because Willie boards at the Prep School and only gets home on weekends.  Oh yeah, speaking of dating, Willie wants me to spend a weekend in his dorm room in November. That’s when they have their big Fall dance and I’ll be Willie’s date. That was a scary thing for me; being out and openly gay like that with a couple hundred kids.

    It was not a big deal to Willie because he’d been a known gay student from day one at Prep, and there are quite a few other openly gay students, too. The overwhelming majority of the students were straight, of course, but a group were openly gay, which was a fairly easy thing to be in that inclusive Prep school atmosphere.  The dance was almost two months away so naturally that concern went on the back burner for me.  Willie’s fight with Larry meant that Willie needed a new roommate, which complicates things for him.

    My confession and everything else between Willie and me had worked out wonderfully, and I’m optimistic that Robby and I will be fine now, too. The reality of it all seems to be that I never had a dilemma to work-out, which is fine with me.  I just need to forget about all my days of worrying, they’re in the past. Willie is driving us up his long driveway as I asked, “Everything okay, Willie?” and he replied, “Absolutely!  I was just feeling bad you had to get yourself all worked up over doing it with Rob Dickers. You’re such a sweet guy, Dylan.”

    Damn, now that everything has worked out so perfectly, what’s left that could possibly go wrong?

    To be continued…

  • Addiction!

    Andy had been called by the man in Rome who had hired him for a weekend. Was he available that weekend Friday to Monday? He was and quickly accepted the booking – it was a lucrative one.

    He actually flew out on the Wednesday, intending to spend a couple of days looking around the city – doing the touristy things. By the late afternoon he felt in need of a bit of relaxation.

    He heard of a number of saunas which might prove ‘interesting’ and decided on visiting one. He headed for one of the more famous, and, hoped, busier ones, The Apollonia.

    As he entered the locker room he was immediately noticed – the blonde hair, the blue eyes a sure fire attraction to the patrons. He noted that most of the men there were a lot older than him – just what he needed, somebody with ‘experience’ rather than a young lad out to fuck and fuck and fuck.

    As he peeled off his clothes he got a number of admiring looks and a few gasps. He tied the towel loosely around his waist, smiled at the other men and started to wander the rooms and passageways of the ancient sauna complex.

    He saw dicks galore poking through the glory holes, all eminently suckable, all already oozing precum in expectation of a warm host mouth engulfing them. The sight of them all rampant had him hard in seconds. One looked particularly inviting – black, slender but long. He was on his knees instantly!

    He engulfed it, the sweet precum dribbling from it down his throat. He swirled his tongue around the head, extracting more juice. He felt the dick thrust into his throat, face fucking him hard. His own cock was drooling pre and jerking. He slowly wanked the cock with his throat, massaging the shaft. There were groans of pleasure from the man and then a sudden earthquake hit him as the jizz flew from it and down into Andy’s stomach. God, how he loved the taste of spunk!

    He took 5 loads at the glory-holes, his own cock constantly solid, his boicunt twitching! He needed feeding spunk at both ends….

    As he wandered further past rooms occupied by writhing men, rooms empty, rooms with ‘inviting’ men, waiting – jerking their dicks or fingering their cunts. The deeper into the complex he got the hornier it got. Towels were now over the shoulders not around the waist, everything on display, everything on offer! The atmosphere was electric, filled with sounds and smells of debauchery.

    He rounded a corner and came upon a true Roman Orgy. A room full of taboo and illicit sex. Well endowed Italian stallions mounting their colts, transmen showing off their man-made pussy’s, ‘boys’ riding sturdy looking daddy cocks, fathers fucking their sons. Andy knew he had reached his destination!

    As he stood there, a ‘boy’ dropped to his knees, his pouting red lips ready. Andy smiled down at him, seeing the eagerness in the lads eyes as Andy nodded and his dick was swallowed by a tight young mouth. He felt a tongue at his hole, spearing his cunt. His senses reeled. The ecstasy was intense. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, shouldn’t be doing this bit his all consuming addiction now controlled him.

    He had tried to control it, resisting the temptations presented to him, the urge to fuck the ‘boys’. The tongue had been replaced by slender fingers, easily penetrating him, exciting him even further, increasing his lust. Finally the dam broke.

    He pulled the ‘boy’ from his cock, now slathered with drool, and took him to one of the roman style couches and ordered the lad to get on al fours on it. “Show me your boicunt”

    The lad pulled his pert cheeks apart to reveal a winking pink hole, smooth, hairless. Andy was on his knees , his face buried in the crack, licking from top to bottom, lingering over the boicunt, tongue probing. The ‘boy’ was still tight. The lad whimpered as Andy sucked on his balls, full of laddish spunk. He yelped as Andy’s finger slid into him. He was very tight….

    The urge overwhelmed him and he was on is feet, his dick positioned. He knew he should be gentle but lust over powered him and he lunged into the ‘boy’. Then, as his cock slid home, he felt that tell-tale lube surround his dick – spunk! “Oh fuck! a cum filled twat! heaven!” he cried out as the boy enthusiastically started riding his dick, pushing back on him.

    The velvety feeling of the boicunt was sensational! His cum lined cunt worked Andy’s dick to perfection. The lad begged for Andy’s load, demanding that he load him with his spunk, to breed him.

    The expert cunt wanked him, his balls boiled, the lad got what he wanted. Andy exploded inside him.

    Andy couldn’t believe it – he had just bred the ‘boy’ and he remained hard! It stood erect, twitching, leaking droplets of precious cum. One of the other lads scrambled to clean both him and the ‘boy’. Still Andy remained hard!

    Then it dawned on him – the free bottled water he had been drinking. Diluted powdered Viagra!

    “Fuck! I’m going to make good use of it then!” he thought.

    He saw a couple on a double bench, a well endowed young guy and a hairy FTM. Andy watched as the man finger fucked the man-made cunt, rubbing the pricklet/clit, exciting the hairy cunt beyond belief. He had never fucked pussy before but now he just knew he had to fuck this one as he walked over.

    The man took the fingers from the cunt and offered them to Andy to ‘taste’. One hesitant lick was enough – he dived between the legs and started to eat out his first FTM pussy! It was soo juicy! He loved it and eat it out voraciously. He tongue fucked it, licked its puffy cunt lips, tasting the juices and leaking cum.

    The next thing he knew the other guy was slipping his dick into the arsehole. The hairy lad squealed in delight and begged Andy to fuck ‘my mancunt’! Never one to refuse – Andy slowly slid in. An FTM sandwich fucked in arse and cunt! Andy swore afterwards he could feel the other guys dick! He felt the guy spunk in the hairy ass, felt the squirts from the man pussy, felt the cunt orgasm, milking him of his load.

    “Fuck! that was awesome” Andy thought as he as he left the guy fingering his cunt and rubbing his clitty.

    Andy’s lust had not diminished and his boner was still as hard, now coated with juice.

    He saw the ‘boy’ he had fucked earlier taking the hand of a tall, older, greying haired guy, a fit body, hairy in all the right places and both a gorgeous looking cock and ass. ” The boy is in for a good time” Andy thought. The boy said something to the man, smiled and called Andy to follow them.

    The ‘boy’ led them both into a smaller, better appointed, room off the main area. Here there were beds rather than couches or benches, 6 in all. On all but one there lay naked bodies, all ‘boys’, some with other guys, some alone but clearly ‘available’. “A special room for special men” the lad said, giving a coy smile “You can fuck just me or all of us”. The older man’s dick jerked, Andy’s drooled. “You first!” the man said in a broad American accent.

    To say the ‘boy’ pleasured them was an understatement! His mouth excited their dicks and then his hole was used well. He was spit-roasted, straddled them, submitted to their cocks with cries of joy – even as they double fucked him. It was amazing what the lad could do with his cunt!

    His were not the only cries of joy to echo round the room. ‘Daddies’ came and went – mounting a lad ejaculating and leaving. Andy saw one lad impaled on a big black dick – and by big he meant big! Andy had seen some dicks in his time but this truly was a ‘python’! The ‘water’ must have helped it in just getting hard – all the blood that would be needed to engorge it.

    Andy had heard that Nigerians had the largest dicks in Africa and he guessed this guy must have been from there – it looked as if it was well over 12″. He couldn’t imagine what it lust be like for the lad! The sight of their fucking only spurred Andy and his American partner on. The high point was as the ‘boy’ took his second double fuck – shooting his load high in the air! Spraying both of them with his ‘boy’ jizz, pushing them over the edge.

    Even though their dicks showed they could fuck and fuck again, their sweaty bodies showed the need for a respite. They decided to “take a break and return”. They left the ‘boy’ on the bed, legs wide, being fucked by another ‘Daddy’!

    The two guys wandered around and found the chill out area, flopping down onto a sofa. The American, being very polite, stuck his hand out “Names Todd” “Andy”. They exchanged details – Todd was in Rome on a stop over from Saudi to New York “Thought I’d see the sites” he laughed “have a little fun”. “Well we certainly had fun” Andy grinned. Out of the blue, Todd cupped one of Andy’s pecs and leaned in and kissed him, forcing his tongue into Andy’s willing mouth.

    Andy gasped as Todd’s hand moved to his stomach and then his dick.”Oh Todd that’s fucking nice” he purred as his dick was gently stroked. “It’s a nice dick” Todd responded as he took the head into his mouth. Todd’s tongue worked him to fever pitch. As Todd came back up his body he said “I’m about done here – but not with you. Lets go to my hotel”.

    As Andy lay in Todd’s hotel bed, Todd’s arms round him, he felt somehow different. Todd had been an expert lover in every way. For once Andy felt truly contented, the insistent urge to fuck no longer there for some reason.

    “I leave for London tomorrow” Todd said wistfully “We may never meet again”. “How long you in London for” Andy asked tentatively. “Oh I’m there for a month or two on secondment from NYC”. The one thing Andy had been vague about, until now, was where he was from just “The UK”. Now he told Todd he was from London too and “so we may meet again, if you like” he added hesitantly. Todd beamed “I would like, Like very much”.

    Todd left the following day, Andy ‘went to work’.

    As Andy boarded his flight home, his cunt sore from the use 8 men had given it, he wondered if Todd would contact him.

    Not only did Todd contact him, he was waiting at the airport for him! He even had a big bunch of white roses in his hand!

    Tears welled up in Andy’s eyes as he listened to Todd’s explanation. “I’ve hated these few days. I wanted to text, ring, speak to you, i don’t know why. I just ‘felt’ something, hard to explain. I knew I shouldn’t, couldn’t, expect the same thing from you. I’m just a bloody idiot I guess but I had to see you again’. The tears rolled down Andy’s cheeks as he grabbed Todd and hugged him, almost crushing the roses. “If you’re an idiot, then so am I”. It was now Todd’s turn to have tear streaked cheeks.

    Todd took him to his loft conversion in Docklands, overlooking the river and they made exquisite love. Andy knew he had to tell Todd everything about himself and feared dreadfully the reaction.

    “I have something to tell you Todd….” he started. “I think I know what it is Andy” “You cant do, not all about me…” “Not everything, yet but the important things right?” Andy nodded not fully taking in the “yet” and what it could mean.

    Todd stroked Andy’s chest softly “I now what you do for a job OK? I know why you were in Rome. I know you were there to get fucked and used. I’ll let you into a secret – there should have been 9 men at that villa.” Andy stared open mouthed at Todd “Yes me…”

    “After the sauna I cried off, I couldn’t bring myself to see you getting fucked like that. Oh, I knew what you looked like before hand, your ‘Daddy’ had sent photos of you. I knew in the sauna but then some thing happened. I felt a need in you and a need in me. Not just sex. I tried to be logical about it – a male escort and a business guy, it’d never work out. It would be just like any other client relationship. I tore myself apart for three days over it”.

    Todd was now sobbing heavily as he continued :

    “I’ve had the bad times too – lovers that cheat, dump you, some you thought you loved ‘forever’ only finding they had hidden agendas. I had given up thinking I’d find that ‘special guy’. Then you walked in. It was that old saying “Love at first sight”. and I was scared”.

    “Me too”, whispered Andy.

    “So what we going to do about it? Todd nervously asked.

    “We try, we try our damnedest Todd Pitman, because I love you”.

    Epilogue

    All the parts of Addiction are based on the true stories I have been told by a group of truly wonderful, honest, guys. Obviously I changed names and expanded the detailed memories but only to make them more readable. “Andy” and “Todd” are real people and prove that love ‘can conquer all’ – they now live in London, and after a few ‘fights’, they live deeply contented lives with one another.