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“The best revenge, is a life well lived.” This is fairly self-explanatory, I have always understood it to mean, it is always better to take the high road and not stoop to the level of the person you are seeking revenge on, or better yet not seek revenge at all.

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Conrad was still ranting as I skimmed the paper he had thrown at me.

“I know you talked to this fucking Paul Harris guy. I had a meeting this morning with Jack Kavanaugh, he had gotten an advance copy of his God damn article. Now he has announced he has selected Clayton Hall as his running mate. I have suddenly become a liability. I know you are behind this, you told Harris to talk to my wife didn’t you, you fucking cock sucker.”

I said, “I had nothing…”

He interrupted, “don’t try and feed me any of your bullshit, Heather told me that she talked to you, and you know everything. You fed that story to Harris to keep me from getting the Lt. Governor job. I am going to make your life a living hell from this point on, you will not get away with this. I promise you…”

Mike yelled, “for God’s sake Connie, shut up for once in your life and listen. Devin had nothing to do with this.”

Conrad glared at Mike, “but I …”

I said, “Jesus Christ Connie, what would I have to gain by outing you?”

He stammered, “well you …”

Mike said, “shut up and listen.”

I said, “when will you get it through your thick skull? You mean absolutely nothing to me. You’re right, I hated you in high school, especially after what you did. But I can count the number of times in the last 20 years that I have given you a thought on one hand. Fuck, I have a life, I have a career I like and am pretty good at. How would hurting you benefit me? Are you really so paranoid that everyone is out to get you?”

He just stood there, staring at me, not sure what to say.

I continued, “you have spent the last 20 years hiding who you really are, God your life must have been miserable. Not to mention the hell you have put Heather through, hell, I don’t know Will, but I would bet even he deserves to be treated better. God only knows why he has stood by you for so long. Fuck, you didn’t even have to come out, but you sure as hell didn’t have to be so anti-gay. There are a lot of politicians that don’t necessarily support gay rights, but they don’t publicly bash it like you did. That is what makes you such a hypocrite and why Kavanaugh dumped you so fast.”

I could see Conrad thinking, maybe what I was saying was finally starting to sink in.

I shook my head, “damn it Connie, I have moved on from your stupid stunt, why can’t you?”

Conrad looked at me and then at Mike, he swallowed hard.

Mike said, “you cost me and Devin 20 years Connie, you aren’t going to fuck it up for us again. Why don’t you just slink away and stay the hell out of our lives?”

I gave Conrad back his paper as he turned and walked out the door with his head down, without saying another word.

Mike and I turned to each other and exhaled. Mike asked, “do you think any of that sunk in?”

I shrugged, “who knows, maybe it was enough to get him to at least leave us alone.”

Over the next few weeks, Jack Kavanaugh made it clear that he chose Claton Hall over Conrad, not because Conrad was gay, but because Conrad had lied about it. He even went as far as to say he would have selected Conrad if he had been honest from the beginning. Mike and I weren’t sure about that, but he was pandering for votes, so he said what everyone wanted to hear. Conrad had just a few months left of his term as senator, and he announced he would not be seeking reelection for his senate seat. He of course didn’t make the announcement himself, his press secretary had to do that. Heather or her sons never made the news, I assume her father stepped in to protect her.

The night after Conrad visited Mike and I, we took dad out for a nice dinner.

After we were seated, dad asked, “what’s the special occasion? My birthday is in March.”

I chuckled, “I can take my father out for dinner without it being his birthday, can’t I?”

He shrugged, “I guess so.”

I said, “we do have something to tell you though.”

He raised an eyebrow, “un-huh, I figured something was up.”

I smiled, “I have made a decision on whether I am staying in McAlester.”

He looked at Mike and back to me, “ok, and what have you decided?”

I said, “I’m going to stay, what do you think?”

I could see the look of relief in his eyes, “if that’s what you want Devin, I’m happy for you.”

Mike said, “there’s one more thing Dave.”

Dad furrowed his brow, “and that is…?”

I said, “I’m going to move in with Mike.”

He nodded as a smile crept across his lips, “I expected nothing less of you two. I think that’s great, it’s about time you guys settled down.”

I knew in my heart that dad would be happy for us, and he confided in me later that he was always hoping I would not go back to Houston, he did like having me close by.

A week later, I flew back to Houston to tie up loose ends. I talked to my landlord about getting out of my lease. He was happy to oblige, he told me that my rent would be increasing at the end of my lease, and he already had a waiting list for my apartment. He was happy to increase the rent a few months earlier when the new tenant moved in. I talked to my publisher, letting him know I would be working from McAlester from now on. I also told my editor at the Chronicle that I was would not be available for anymore freelance articles. I spent the rest of the week cleaning out my apartment, getting rid of my furniture, Mike’s house was furnished, and I wouldn’t be needing mine. I made all the changes and notifications at my bank and post office. Mike drove his truck down on Saturday and we loaded the things I did want to keep, and we were soon headed back home. Home? I chuckled to myself, I never thought I would refer to McAlester as home again, but it sure felt right.

We arrived back in McAlester late on Saturday, so we just covered the things in the back of the truck with a tarp and went to bed. Dad and Cole came over on Sunday to help us carry everything inside and rearrange the furniture. We then went to dad’s place and took the few things I had there to the house. We grilled some burgers for dinner and after a couple of beers with Cole, dad had his single beer as had become his new custom, Mike and I fell asleep on the couch watching the news.

We woke up the next morning in each other’s arms, I smiled as we snuggled together. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to get used to this.

Mike smiled and gave me a kiss, “good morning, how did you sleep?”

I said, “very well thanks, with the moving we did this weekend, I think I could have slept through anything.”

He chuckled, “me too. I guess I better get up and get to the shop. I’m interviewing a new mechanic today.”

I asked, “why, did Todd or Calvin quit?”

He said, “no, I am thinking of moving Todd into sort of an assistant manager spot. I was thinking I might want a little more free time now. Todd is capable of stepping in when I’m gone.”

I grinned, “more free time huh?”

Mike grinned back, “yeah, you see I have this new roommate, and he seems kind of needy, he might be taking up all my free time.”

I gave him a kiss, “I like that idea, a lot.”

I spent the first week getting my work area set up and getting into a routine. I needed to get back to my schedule that I followed in Houston, the last few months dealing with dad and his Drs appointments had gotten me off that schedule. Mike and I were still getting together with dad, 2 or 3 nights a week for dinner, we took turns hosting.

Over the next month, I got my revisions for my Oswald murder book and finished it, and it was set to be published. I was starting to research my next book, I had read about a few cases that I found interesting and was trying to decide which one to write about. I made a few notes and noticed it was about two hours before Mike was due home from the shop. The last time I picked up groceries, I got the ingredients to make fettuccine alfredo. I was putting the finishing touches on it as Mike walked through the door.

He gave me a kiss, “wow, something smells good, damn Devin you are spoiling me.”

I had taken on the task of cooking for us, with me working from home, it was easy for me to get things ready and still get my writing in. Plus, the fact that Mike really wasn’t a good cook, frozen dinners and the microwave were his go to for most meals. (Shh, I have never told him that, it will be our little secret.)

We sat down to eat and after he took his first bite, Mike said, “shit, this is wonderful, it tastes just like we used to get at Shapiros.”

I smiled, “yeah, I was able to talk Mr. Shapiro into giving me his recipe right before he retired.”

Mike always helped clean up and did the dishes, our system was working well for both of us.

We were relaxing on the couch after our nightly clean up, Mike had his head laying on my chest.

He looked up at me, “thanks for making dinner, and for all you do around the house.”

I kissed his forehead, “I’m glad to do it. Thank you for letting me move things around and making this feel like home.”

He smiled, “it’s your home too. I admit, Todd gave me some pointers on what it was like when he moved in with his wife after they got married. He told me to merge your stuff, just like you merged your life.”

I thought for a moment, “merged our lives. Huh, I like that analogy.”

Mike smiled, “I liked it too.”

I asked, “what would you think about completing that merger?”

He furrowed his brow, “what do you mean?”

I shrugged, “Todd and his wife completed their merger with a wedding.”

Mike sat up wide eyed, “you want to get married?”

I nodded, “yeah, I do. What do you think?”

He smiled, “your dad did say it was time we settled down. Yeah, I would love to get married.”

A month later, Mike and I welcomed our friends and family to our back yard. We planned a quick simple ceremony, one of Mike’s customers was a minister at a small church and agreed to marry us. We had a local BBQ Restaurant prepare smoked brisket and all the sides. Dad and Cole were first to arrive and helped us set up the chairs and tables that we had rented. Mike’s sister and her husband showed up, his parents still had not talked to him since the whole Conrad/picture incident. Mike’s employees also came. Uncle Al and Aunt Sarah brought my cousins and their families. We were so happy to have all their support and for them to be there for us.

I looked at my watch, “I think everyone is here, you have ten minutes if you want to run.”

Mike rolled his eyes, “I ain’t going anywhere, you’re stuck with me now.”

I gave him a kiss, as we turned to join our guests in the back yard, a truck that we didn’t recognize pulled up.

My eyes went wide as I saw Nate stepping out of the truck, I ran to him and gave him a hug. When Mike joined us, another man stepped out.

Nate said, “when you told me you were getting married the last time we talked, I told Walker not to book a show, so I could be here.”

I grinned, “I’m glad you did.” He quickly introduced me to Jake, his boyfriend, and I introduced him to Mike.

Mike shook his hand, “it’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Some motion caught my eye as two more people climbed out of the truck. Walker yelled, “hey roomie, is it ok if I crash the party?”

I wrapped him and Jenna in a hug and said, “hell yeah it is.” Again, I made the introductions and Mike, and I started to walk to the back yard.

We were again surprised went another car pulled up, Conrad stepped out and walked toward us.

Mike and I looked at each other as Conrad looked around and saw what was going on.

He said, “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know this was today. I won’t stay long, I just wanted to talk to you. Is that, ok?”

We nodded, I said, “sure Connie, what’s up?”

He took a deep breath, “I just wanted to tell you both how sorry I am, for everything. I had a lot of time to think about what you said to me that day, and you were right. Anything bad that happened to me was my own fault.”

Mike said, “thank you Conrad, we appreciate that.”

I said, “yeah, thank you. So, what’s next for you Conrad?”

He motioned back toward his car, “Will and I are moving to Kansas City, his dad wants to retire and have us take over his law practice. It’s just a small practice, it will only be Will and me. We will be writing a lot of wills and trusts and probably handle some real estate transactions.”

I said, “that sounds good to me.”

He smiled and nodded, “I think so too, the spotlight isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

Mike nodded, “good for you, and for Will.”

Conrad sighed, “yeah, he’s been through a lot. So has Heather, she and I have things worked out too. We have sold all our marital assets that didn’t have my dad’s name on them, and I gave her half, she is free to marry Jeff and raise her boys in peace. My family wants nothing to do with me now, but I have Will, so I’m good.”

I shook his hand, “we wish you the best.”

Mike nudged me, I knew what he wanted. I nodded and said, “Conrad, we have plenty food, there’s no fancy cocktails, but lots of beer. You and Will are welcome to stay for our wedding.”

He smiled as he waved to Will to join us, “thank you, we would be honored.”

Twenty minutes later, we were officially married, everyone was filling their plates, and the beer was flowing. Conrad and Will were blending in well, and we were all having a great time.

I saw Walker walking toward Nate’s truck, he reached in the back and pulled out his guitar.

He smiled at me as he returned to the back yard, “do you mind if I play a song or two.”

I gave him a hug, “I would love it.”

Walker strapped the guitar on and said, “I just wrote this sappy love song, is it ok if I try it out on you guys?”

Everyone clapped and yelled. He said, “for those of you that don’t me, I roomed with Devin in college and got know him pretty well. I’m betting he’ll be bawling his eyes out before I’m done.”

I shook my head as I nodded, I knew he was probably right. He began the song as Mike, and I held each other. While I wasn’t bawling my eyes out, we both did have a tear running down our cheek. It was a beautiful song, and everyone clapped and cheered when he finished singing.

Walker said, “I have one more song I would like to do. Today was the first time that I met Devin’s dad, but I know they have a special relationship. Devin told me this was a special song to them, and it may not be considered a wedding song, but I still want to give it a try.”

I felt a lump in my throat as he played the first chord. When his rich baritone voice sang, “I woke up crying late at night, when I was very young.” The tears were already running down my face, I felt dad and Mike put their arms around me as their tears were also flowing. Walker’s prediction came true as he hit the chorus, “That’s my job, that’s what I do.” Dad and I were both sobbing onto each other’s shoulders. When he was finished, I called Walker a son of bitch as I wrapped him in a hug. Dad gave him a hug too and said, “and now I two of them to take care of” as he gave Mike a hug. Everyone else wiped the tears from their eyes as they cheered and clapped.

The rest of the party was more upbeat, and Walker played a couple of more songs. Our guests began to leave, Mike and I thanked each of them. We were married and everyone had a good time. Once again, Dad and Cole helped us clean up and we were finally able to relax, alone.

Mike sighed as we sat on the couch, “that went well and in case I haven’t said it today, I love you.”

I gave him a kiss, “you’ve said it a hundred times, but I will never get tired of hearing it. By the way, I love you too.”

We sat in silence for a minute, Mike said, “I’m really proud of Conrad.”

I nodded, “yeah, me too. Will seems like a nice guy too, I hope they are happy.”

He said, “no way they are as happy as I am right now.”

I took his hand, “come on, let’s go to bed, we have any early flight in the morning.”

The next afternoon, we were checked into our room in the beachside hotel in Key West, our room overlooked the ocean.

As soon as we set our luggage down, we were pulling each other’s clothes off. As soon as our naked bodies touched, my mind went back to the first time we were together. That same spark was there, and I realized that I only felt that spark with Mike. It occurred to me that if I had felt that with Matt, I would have gone to college at the University of Oklahoma. If I felt it with Nate, I would have gone to Nashville with him. I loved both of them, but it was different with Mike. I still think the reason I was never in a serious relationship while I lived in Houston was because of Mike, even if it was subconsciously. Maybe dad’s heart attack was a way to bring us back together. Mike was still single and, like me, hadn’t had a serious relationship either. This was always meant to be. I knew Mike and dad were the only reason that I would return to the town that I swore I would never call home again.

I ran my hands down his side and we both grasped each other’s ass cheeks as we fell onto the bed. Our two swollen members were soon engulfed in each other’s mouths, filling the room with moans and satisfied slurping sounds. Mike ran his finger across my waiting hole just as he had me near a climax. I rolled onto my back and pulled my legs up, exposing my love tunnel, my leaking cock filling my belly button with my nectar.

Mike grinned at me, “you are so sexy when you’re in that position.”

I smiled back, “well then, you know what to do.”

He leaned down and began to lick my hole, his tongue darting in and out with every lick. My eyes rolled back in my head as I spread my cheeks as wide as I could. As soon as I was sufficiently rimmed, Mike came up for a kiss and slowly filled my chute with his manhood. Again, moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to piston in and out. More precum oozed from my overstimulated cock as it remained trapped between our stomachs. I grabbed Mike’s ass as he continued his assault, pulling him as deep as I could, his love stick hitting my sweet spot on every stroke. Our eyes locked on each other as I panted, “give me your seed.” Mike gave on last thrust, and I felt him explode, filling me with his love juice. He gave me a kiss as his spasms finally stopped and I had him milked dry.

I smiled as I looked up at him, “my turn.”

I pushed his shoulders, sending Mike flying onto his back. I quickly got to my knees and pushed his legs up and my mouth immediately found his moist, tasty pucker. I took my place between his legs as we kissed, and I sank my aching cock into his welcoming hole. Just as he had done to me, I got up to speed, causing my seed to boil until I released it into the love of my life’s waiting canal. We laid tangled together on the bed until our breathing returned to normal and my head was clear enough to form words again.

I hoarsely said, “wow.”

Mike nodded, “yeah, me too.”

I said, “I can’t wait for the second hour of our honeymoon.”

He chuckled, “me either, but I may need a little time to recoup. Why don’t we go grab a beer and get a bite to eat?”

I nodded, “good idea, I saw a nice place just down the street when we checked in, should we go check it out?”

Mike said, “sure, let’s shower first.”

Of course, the shower took longer than normal, but we finally got out and dressed and walked down to the bar and found a table.

Our waiter smiled and said, “hi guys, can I get you something to drink?”

We nodded and both ordered a beer. I noticed the waiter looking back at us as he went to the bar to get our drinks. He was still looking at me as he set them in front of us, he looked at my credit card as I handed it to him.

He grinned, “I knew it was you Mr. Taylor, I’m a big fan of your books.”

I smiled, “thank you.”

He said, “yeah, I just got your new book, it’s just as good as the others. I’m only about half finished with it.”

I said, “thanks again, it’s always nice to meet a fan.”

He asked, “would you autograph it for me, I have it behind the bar.”

I nodded, “of course, I would be happy to.”

He ran to the bar as Mike said, “wow, I didn’t know my new husband would have such cute fans.”

I laughed, “don’t worry, he is cute, but I’m old enough to be his father.”

The young man returned and handed me his book, I asked, “what’s your name?”

He said, “Gio, my name is Gio. G-I-O, thank you so much Mr. Taylor.”

I signed the book and handed it back to him, I said, “please, it’s Devin and this is my husband, Mike.”

He smiled at us both, “it’s nice to meet both of you. So, have you decided what your next book is going to be about?”

I shook my head, “I have a couple of ideas, but haven’t figured it out just yet.”

Gio said, “oh, I have a great story for you, you should talk to the owners of this place. They were involved in a kidnapping a while back.” He looked toward the bar, “hey Tyler, Malik, come over here and talk to Mr. Tay… I mean Devin.”

Mike and I sat there mesmerized as they gave a quick run-down on their story.

Malik went back to the bar and returned with a business card and handed it to me and said, “if you like the story, you should call this guy, he can give you a lot more details.”

Tyler said, “yeah, there were a lot more guys than us involved.”

I looked at the card, and read, “Miami Police Department, Missing Persons, Lead Detective, Drake Ridgeway.”

 

The End.

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First of all, let me say that I have been overwhelmed by all of your comments and I sincerely appreciate all the support. I really hope that you all aren’t disappointed with the ending. From all your comments, I know a lot of you really wanted something bad to happen to Conrad. I considered rewriting the ending, but I am already 5 chapters into my next story, so I stayed with a happy ending for all. Thank you all for love you have shown on this story, please know that it truly means a lot to me.

The medical school Student trouble- makers next door have been spying on Dr. Frankenstein(through the basement windows) and they report  to the Police that they see someone repeatedly fucking a dead  body, in the mansion’s basement.

 The police show up, seach the place and meet Frank/Francesca. The girl’s voice coming out of the man’s body spooks them- and they say they have to take Frank in for questioning-just overnight. The Doctor protests, but the police have their way.

 That evening the jail janitor, Fritz, a forty  year old straight man, handsomeface-but with a crooked shoulder,and  a small hump-back,(that makes him shuffle as he works)-gets to talk to Frank/ Francesca.

“Help me”  Francesca says  in her beautiful  musical  voice. “I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I think Dr. Frankenstein did it to me.  I am woman-was in a terrible accident and somehow, ended up in this mans’ body. Can’t you tell I’m a woman from my voice?”. “You sound like a woman, and a pretty woman”, Frtiz said, shuffling over.

“It’s known  Dr. Frankenstein has done  evil things in that house,said fritz. One time a pig escaped from the Doctor’s house, and it barked like a dog, and acted like a dog. Dr. Frankenstein is rich, so it was hushed up, and the animal destoyed.”

“I believe you are a woman”.

“And the doctor’s assistant Igor fucks me up the ass every night with his big Noodle, said Francesca.  Help me!, Help me!”

 I’m off the next two days,said Fritz.

My brother, Gunter, is a transexual and is going to join a group of transexual Gypsies up in the mountains. I’m sick and depressed with this place. they treat me like a dumb animal. They are very cruel. We both can have dinner and,then I’llhelp you escape.

I’ll send a message to Gunter.also.

We can take the night train to the transexual’s village. I’m straight but have had a few gay affairs. I Like men and women both for sex. How about a little kiss? You have a beautiful,sexy  voice.”

Francesca came over and he gets to  kiss her ruined lips. “Well, here comes supper,he says, shrugging his hump.

Two hours later they are a hundred miles away from Vienna by train, low mountains all around them. They get off at a deserted stop-with Fritz’s brother Gunter.

Gunter is dressed as a German hausfrau, raggedy wig and light makeup and a long, black cloth coat. They all have suitcases and bags.

 A gypsy in a ratty fake fur coat is waiting for them. Nn the dim light, she looks like a pretty prostitute.woman. Closer up, you can see it’s a very mannish woman with makeup.

“I’m Sophia’, the gypsy says, “we have to walk-the cart broke down on the way here. We are only a mile out of the village up on our own small hill.”

They walk along and Sophia is a very pleasant lady, jangling lots of silver jewellry, basically a happy person.

“Fortune telling is very big in our area”, she says. The  women come for the cards,the men for liquor and the  sucking, or  fucking gypsy ass. It’s a living..no complaints.”

In the winter we move into Vienna to the poor quarter, where the Vienna transexuals, our friends, live.

Men are horny everywhere we go, and we make a few coins-enough to get by. And we steal food and clothes of course.

“Francesca ,Your story is a strange one. Even up here we know of Dr. Frankenstein.

We can teach you the Tarot, and with a wig, you won’t look too bad. And you have nice legs.”

 “Fritz, many people like to  rub a man’s hump for good luck , or for the ladies to get pregnant-so you will be able to make a living also. And have a spare bed for you two to share.”

“The othe ladies will be very sympathetic, Francesca… as your predicament is the oposite of ours-but just as hard to bear.”

The went up the small trail off the road, and were soon at the cluster of five cottages.

Given some food, Fritz and Francesca settled in for the night. Transexual Gunter had  met a congenial lady transexual and was upstairs with her.

Fritz was horny and  Francesca was sweet and obliging, and he got to slowly fuck a beautiful male body, and quivering, shoot abig load of cum in her ass-with Francesca saying in her girlish voice, how good it felt.

It was a honeymoon of a sort.

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Brandon woke the next morning with an intense hardon that throbbed relentlessly beneath the sheets. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking about the incredible experience he’d had during the Living Sushi event and the compliments he’d received from the guests.

Working on the breakfast shift that morning, Brandon quickly realized that he was becoming an even greater spectacle than the day before. Not only was he just in the thin white shorts and topless, the older male guests seemed to be more aware of his presence and eager to touch and admire his body having experienced the previous night’s living sushi event. He felt like a prized exhibit rather than a human being, and it both unnerved and aroused him at the same time.

In the middle of the shift, Teddy, the owner of the resort, approached him with a broad grin on his face.

“Brandon, my boy, you were quite the hit last night!” Teddy exclaimed, slapping Brandon on the back with a hearty laugh. “As you may have noticed by now, the guests simply couldn’t get enough of you. And judging by the size of your… tip this morning, they were more than generous in showing their appreciation.”

“I think it’s safe to say you’ve made quite an impression on our guests,” he said, patting Brandon on the shoulder. “They’re already asking about when they’ll get to see you again.”

Brandon looked at Teddy in surprise. “Really? You mean they want me to do… all of that again?”

Teddy nodded, his grin widening. “Absolutely. In fact, some of them are even offering to tip a lot more for private sessions with you.”

As Brandon continued his duties, the weight of Teddy’s words lingered in his mind. The men’s gazes were unmistakable, their eyes tracing every contour of his body as he moved. Whispers filled the air, crude remarks and suggestive comments reached his ears despite their hushed tones. The attention was unsettling yet oddly arousing.

Despite his unease, Brandon maintained a professional demeanor. He couldn’t deny the thrill of their curiosity. As he served them breakfast, the older men bombarded him with questions. They wanted to know about his life, his physique, and his transformation into a living sushi platter.

“Brandon my dear, how did you get into this?”

Brandon explained about his background in swimming and how he ended up at the resort.

“So, Brandon, we love you in last night’s Living Sushi event,” said one of the men, his eyes gleaming with interest. “What was it like to be the center of attention like that?”

Brandon blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “Hmmm…to be honest, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I’ve never felt such a rush of adrenaline before.”

“And what about the physical sensations?” another man asked, leaning forward eagerly. “Did you enjoy having all those people touching and admiring your body?”

“Yes,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was intense. Their touch…it felt electric, and I couldn’t help but respond. But it was also scary, not being in control like that.”

The men exchanged knowing glances, their interest piqued by his candid response. “Sounds like quite the experience,” one of them remarked, his tone laced with admiration.

Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at sharing his feelings. “It was definitely something I won’t forget anytime soon.“”

One of the men, a distinguished-looking gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, placed his hand on Brandon’s arms, “Brandon, tell us more about how your muscles reacted to the tongue licking and eating of sushi on your body during the event,” he said, his eyes sparkling with lust.

Brandon shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. But he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him at the memory of those tongues touching his skin. “Well, it was… nice,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “Every lick and touch sent shivers through my body. I errr… could feel myself getting more and more aroused as the night went on.”

The men exchanged excited glances, their interest in Brandon’s experiences growing more intense by the minute. They peppered him with questions about every aspect of the event, from the way the sushi felt on his skin to the sensations he experienced when the guests fed on him. The men listened intently, their interest palpable. It was both overwhelming and strangely satisfying to have their full attention.

Brandon found himself opening up to them, sharing details he hadn’t even admitted to himself. The more he talked, the more he realized that he craved their attention, their touch, and their admiration. It was as if he had been starved for this kind of connection his entire life, and these men were finally able to satisfy his deepest desires. He was being objectified, yet he was also being admired and appreciated. It was a confusing blend of vulnerability and empowerment. Brandon can’t help but think of Coach Thompson’s sessions at this thought of being desired by old men. Strangely, he also remembered Mr. Chen who had always emphasized that men like him, experienced and wise, were crucial in shaping young talents like Brandon and Brandon should always embrace their admiration and eagerness to mentor and guide him.

Throughout the shift, Brandon was pinched, groped, praised, admired, and molested more often than the day before. His body was no longer his own, and he found himself growing more and more anxious about his lack of control. Despite his unease, Brandon couldn’t deny that there was something exciting about being the center of attention. The sensation of hands on his skin, the whispers in his ear, and the feeling of powerlessness combined to create a heady cocktail of desire and fear.

As they made his way through his breakfast shift, Brandon found himself being pulled aside by these men, each one eager for a private word or a stolen touch. They showered him with compliments and gifts, some even offering him large sums of money in exchange for his time and attention.

Brandon did his best to navigate the choppy waters of their affections, trying to give each man the attention he desired without letting things go too far. But despite his best efforts, he could feel himself slipping further and further into a world of pleasure and desire that he had never known existed.

Brandon was overwhelmed by his overnight stardom and decided to take a moment for himself and stepped outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall, he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. He was proud of his performance, but he couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the way the old men had treated him.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he noticed a group of the old men huddled together, whispering and casting furtive glances in his direction. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clear that he was the topic of their conversation.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Brandon sidled closer, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. “He’s so young and beautiful,” one of them said, his voice tinged with desire. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Another man chimed in, “Just imagine having him all to ourselves, without an audience. We could do whatever we wanted with him.”

Brandon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what they were discussing. It was clear that these men were attracted to him, and the thought of being alone with them filled him with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“We should ask him for a private session,” said a third man, his eyes gleaming with lust. “I’m sure he wouldn’t say no. We could make it worth his while.”

The others nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with excitement at the prospect of having Brandon to themselves. They approached him, their eyes full of hunger and expectation.

Brandon’s heart raced as they surrounded him, their presence both thrilling and intimidating. One of the men, a rotund silver-haired gentleman who had a lusty smirk and looking grimey, grabbed Brandon’s biceps and squeezed while nervously speaking up. “Brandon, we were wondering if you’d be interested in having a private session with us. We’d love the opportunity to spend some quality time with you, away from the public eye.” The rest of the group surrounded him, each one vying for his time and affection. They touched him, caressed him, and whispered their desires into his ear, creating a cacophony of lust that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Please, Brandon,” they implored, their voices thick with desire. “We’ve been dreaming of this moment since the first time we saw you at the resort. Let us show you how much we appreciate your beauty.”

Brandon stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of intrigue and unease. As the men continued to plead, he felt hands stealthily exploring his body. One man, with a sly grin, gently squeezed his ass while another, more bold, tweaked his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was both invasive and thrilling, his body responding against his better judgment. The group tightened their circle around him, each man eager to claim a piece of him. Their touches grew bolder, more insistent, as they whispered their fantasies into his ear. “Just imagine, Brandon, being ours completely,” one murmured, his hand sliding lower on Brandon’s thigh.

Brandon’s breath quickened, his resolve wavering under their relentless advances. He was torn between fleeing from the overwhelming attention and succumbing to the intoxicating allure of their desires. The line between discomfort and arousal blurred, leaving him suspended in a haze of conflicting emotions.

Brandon started to respond, “Err..sorry sirs…I’m still at work…”

Before Brandon could finish, Teddy burst into the swarm, his presence commanding immediate attention. “Gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption,” he said with a polite yet firm tone, “but I need to take Brandon away for a moment.”

The group of old men looked annoyed and disappointed but reluctantly stepped back, allowing Teddy to approach Brandon. “Brandon, I need you to handle a special room service request,” Teddy explained, handing him a tray laden with gourmet breakfast items. “It’s for one of our VIP guests, and they requested you specifically.”

Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. “Of course, Teddy. I’ll take care of it right away.”

As they walked away, Teddy chuckled, glancing back at Brandon with a knowing smile. “Seems like you’ve become quite the sensation, Brandon. Those old men were practically drooling over you,” he remarked, his tone light but teasing.

Brandon flushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. “Yes sir,” he admitted, adjusting the thin white shorts that seemed to barely contain his excitement.

Leading the way through the large rustic corridors of the resort, Teddy continued to tease him. “You’ve got them wrapped around your finger, or should I say, your shorts?” he laughed, nudging Brandon playfully.

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As they stopped in front of the grand suite doors, Teddy pulled out a mobile phone and made a phone call on speaker mode. He waited for a moment until the call connected.

“Mr. Chen, good morning! It’s Teddy. I’m here with Brandon!,” Teddy continued, keeping his voice low and conspiratorial. “I just wanted to update you on Brandon. He’s been absolutely phenomenal here at the resort. The guests are raving about him, especially after last night’s event.

“In fact Mr. Chen, you’ll be pleased to know that Brandon is just about to deliver some very special room service. I believe our VIP guest has quite an appetite this morning.”

Mr. Chen’s response was immediate, his voice laced with unmistakable lust. “Ah, Teddy, always looking out for our finest assets. Tell me, is Brandon… prepared for this particular meal?”

Teddy chuckled, glancing at Brandon with a mischievous grin. “Oh, absolutely, Mr. Chen. He’s dressed for the occasion—or should I say, undressed? Those thin shorts leave little to the imagination, don’t they?”

Mr. Chen’s laughter was rich and resonant. “Perfect, Teddy. Of course! It’s not just food that needs to be savored here.”

Teddy replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m sure Brandon will provide service with the utmost care and attention. After all, we wouldn’t want any… dissatisfaction from our esteemed guests.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Chen murmured, his tone growing even more suggestive. “A young man like Brandon must learn to appreciate the finer points of hospitality.”

Teddy nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn’t see it. Teddy grinned and tapped the screen of his phone, switching the call to video mode. “Mr. Chen, I think you’ll want to see for yourself” he said, turning the phone so that Mr. Chen could get a clear view of Brandon.

On the screen, Mr. Chen’s eyes widened appreciatively as he took in Brandon’s muscular form and the thin white shorts that clung tantalizingly to his body. “Ah, Teddy, well done,” Mr. Chen purred, his gaze lingering on Brandon. “It’s always better to see our jock in action.”

Brandon was waiting nearby, his face flushed with a mix of nervousness and arousal. His nipples had hardened and under the thin fabric of his white shorts, and his cock twitched into a semi-erection, tenting the material noticeably.

Teddy held the phone with a sly grin as Mr. Chen’s video boomed through the phone, warm and encouraging as he gazed lustfully at the young man’s exposed state. “”Brandon, my boy, you’re making us all proud.”

Brandon blushed deeper, feeling both pride and embarrassment as he adjusted to keep himself in view. “Thank you, Mr. Chen. I’m just trying my best.”

“Keep up the good work, Brandon,” Mr. Chen continued, his eyes lingering on Brandon’s aroused form. “And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove.”

Teddy continued the video call with Mr. Chen as he handed Brandon the key card, maintaining a steady stream of dialogue between them both. “Here we go, Brandon,” Teddy said, his voice a mix of encouragement and anticipation. “The guest is expecting you. Just be your usual charming self, and everything will be fine.”

Brandon took the key card, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the weight of expectation not just from Teddy’s words but also from Mr. Chen’s watchful gaze on the video feed. Swiping the card, he heard the soft click as the door unlocked. As he pushed it open, a strange feeling crept over him—being followed not just by Teddy but also by Mr. Chen’s virtual presence through the phone screen. Teddy kept the phone steady, ensuring that Mr. Chen could see every step they took into the grand suite, enhancing the surreal sensation of being monitored and exhibited.

The grand suite unfolded before Brandon, a sprawling oasis of luxury that seemed to blend the rugged charm of a modern wooden lodge with the opulence of a five-star resort. The living room alone was vast, with rustic beams crisscrossing the high ceiling, casting intricate shadows that danced across the plush, dark wood furniture scattered throughout. Large windows framed the lush greenery outside, offering an almost secluded view that belied the bustling activity just beyond the walls. To the right, a doorway hinted at another realm within this expansive space. It led to the bedroom, hidden from immediate view but promising further indulgence. The air in the suite was thick with anticipation, as if every piece of furniture and every beam had been meticulously arranged to heighten the senses.

Brandon stepped further into the room, his presence amplified by the grandeur surrounding him. Teddy remained close behind, still holding the phone so that Mr. Chen could see every detail through the video feed. As they moved deeper into the suite, the bedroom door loomed larger, its darkness inviting yet mysterious.

“Good morning Sir? Brandon called out, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space. “I have your room service.”

He placed the platter on a grand oak table in the center of the room, then stood there absentmindedly rubbing his pecs, feeling slightly uneasy in the emptiness of the suite.

Brandon hesitated, his steps faltering as he approached the unseen room. He cleared his throat and called out once more, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Sir? Your room service has arrived.”

A soothing voice soon responded, “Ahhh, Brandon. We are so happy to have you here!” It was a voice that Brandon found familiar, and not unexpected in this context.

Out of the blue, Mr. Gold sashayed out, completely naked. The tall, distinguished man had a fairly chunky body and was especially thick at his hips, giving him an almost regal presence despite his nudity. His skin was pale, dotted with age spots, and his member hung soft and small between his legs.

Brandon’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of not only Mr. Gold but of him naked. The contrast between the older man’s confident stride and his own intense discomfort made Brandon feel even more exposed than he already was. He couldn’t help but stare, a mix of repulsion and fascination warring within him.

Mr. Gold noticed Brandon’s reaction and chuckled softly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Surprised, dear boy?” he asked, his voice smooth and unapologetic. “There’s no need to be shy.”

Teddy kept the phone trained on Brandon, ensuring Mr. Chen had a clear view. “Brandon, why don’t you introduce yourself to our esteemed guest?” Teddy suggested, his tone smooth and guiding.

Brandon swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. The situation was becoming increasingly surreal, and he wasn’t sure how to navigate this new layer of intimacy and exposure. He stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. “Good morning, sir. I’m Brandon, and I’ll be taking care of your breakfast today.”

Mr Gold smiled, a slow, knowing grin that made Brandon’s skin prickle with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Excellent,” he replied, his eyes roving over Brandon’s form appreciatively. “I trust you’ll make this meal memorable.”

Teddy chuckled softly, maintaining a steady stream of conversation for Mr. Chen’s benefit. “Oh, I have no doubt about that Mr Gold,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He then turned to engage Mr. Gold in small talk, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and conversational.

“Mr. Gold, how has your stay been so far?” Teddy inquired, keeping his tone casual yet attentive.

Mr. Gold, unabashed and still completely naked moved closer to Brandon, a lusty gleam lit his eyes. His hands reached out, brazenly gliding over Brandon’s muscular chest and down his taut abs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Teddy, my stay has been utterly splendid,” Mr. Gold murmured, his fingers tracing patterns that caused Brandon to shiver involuntarily. “And having Brandon here… well, it’s an added delight.”

With a casual wave towards the phone held by Teddy, Mr. Gold acknowledged Mr. Chen with a smirk. “Hello there, Mr. Chen. Seeing is believing, isn’t it?” he chuckled, his hand now resting possessively on Brandon’s pecs. The older man’s touch was firm yet exploratory, making it clear that he intended to enjoy every moment of this encounter.

Teddy nodded, understanding the underlying message. “I’m glad to hear it Mr Gold. Mr. Chen, you’re missing quite the spectacle,” he teased, shifting the phone slightly so that Mr. Chen could see the entire room, including Brandon standing there somewhat awkwardly yet undeniably captivating.

Mr. Chen’s voice resonated through the phone, tinged with both envy and admiration. “Indeed, Teddy, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time,” he remarked, his tone shifting to address Mr. Gold directly. “And Mr. Gold, it seems you’re enjoying our young star jock quite thoroughly. I must say, your enthusiasm is quite contagious.”

Teddy grinned, enjoying the moment. “Just doing my job, Mr. Chen.”

With that, Teddy decided it was time to leave the young man to his duties. “Well, I’ll leave you gentlemen to enjoy your breakfast and… other activities,” he said with a knowing wink before placing the phone strategically on a nearby table where Mr. Chen could continue to observe unobstructed.

“Have a wonderful morning, gentlemen,” Teddy added before turning to exit the suite, leaving behind a palpable tension mixed with anticipation as Brandon prepared to serve his VIP guest under Mr. Chen’s watchful eye.

Brandon felt every word like a touch against his skin, aware of how exposed he was under their combined gazes. His movements became more deliberate, each placement of a dish or utensil performed with careful precision. The thin fabric of his shorts clung even tighter to his aroused state, betraying his inner turmoil beneath Mr. Chen’s watchful eye and the Mr Gold’s appreciative stare.

As Teddy left the room, Mr. Gold licked his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer to Brandon, his hand still on Brandon’s pecs with his fingers circling Brandon left nipple. “Remember yesterday, Brandon?” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “That quickie in the dining hall toilet? And later, during the living sushi event, when I had my tongue buried deep in your asshole?”

Brandon’s face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he recalled the intense sensations from those encounters. He tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but the memories were too vivid, too enticing.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, pulling Brandon into a tight hug. The older man’s naked body pressed against him, their flesh touching in an intimate embrace. Brandon struggled to keep his composure, not wanting to give away how much the contact affected him. “Why am I the only one naked?” Mr. Gold teased, his hands roving over Brandon’s back. “It’s so unfair. After all, you’ve seen every inch of me.”

Brandon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mr. Gold’s gaze on him. The older man’s confidence was both intimidating and alluring, drawing him further into the web of desire and submission that surrounded them.

Mr. Gold leaned closer to the phone on the table, ensuring Mr. Chen could see and hear everything clearly. “Mr. Chen, I hope you are seeing this,” he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Our young Brandon here is quite the star.” He tightened his grip around Brandon, pressing their bodies even closer together. “Isn’t that right, Brandon?” he kissed his neck as he whispered, his breath hot and inviting.

Brandon nodded reluctantly, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. He could feel Mr. Chen’s eyes on him through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment.

“Oh, absolutely,” Mr. Chen’s voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. “Keep up the good work, Brandon. You’re making us all very proud.”

Mr. Gold laughed softly, his hand sliding down to cup Brandon’s ass cheek firmly. “See, Brandon? Even Mr. Chen is impressed by your abilities.”

Mr. Gold’s hands roamed freely over Brandon’s muscular torso, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest. The older man’s naked body pressed firmly against Brandon’s, their skin touching in an intimate embrace that sent waves of sensation through Brandon’s body.

Mr. Gold’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “Feel that, Brandon?” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice low and seductive. He reached up with one hand to gently twist and tug at Brandon’s nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young athlete. “Your body is so responsive.”

Brandon bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as Mr. Gold continued to explore his body with bold touches and suggestive words. The older man’s actions become increasingly daring, each touch sending shivers down Brandon’s spine. Mr. Gold’s tongue flicked out, licking one of Brandon’s nipples before circling it slowly, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming.

“Ah!” Brandon gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as Mr. Gold’s skilled tongue worked its magic. The older man chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the younger jock. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the process with equal dillgence, causing Brandon to writhe slightly in his grasp. “You like that, don’t you?” Mr. Gold whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He continued to lick and twist Brandon’s nipples, each movement designed to elicit a response from the sensitive flesh.

Brandon’s reactions were immediate and intense, his breathing growing heavier as he struggled to remain composed under Mr. Gold’s relentless assault.

Through it all, Mr. Chen’s gaze remained fixed on them through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. “That’s it, Brandon,” Mr. Chen’s voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. “Let yourself feel it.”

Mr. Gold continued his tantalizing assault, his tongue flicking expertly over Brandon’s nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through the young athlete’s body.

“Brandon,” Mr. Chen’s voice interrupted again, this time more insistent. “Are you enjoying your nipples being played with by Mr. Gold?”

Brandon sheepishly nodded his head, his cheeks burning with a deep blush as he admitted to the arousal that was evident even to him. He couldn’t deny the thrill of the sensations or the attention from both Mr. Gold and Mr. Chen, whose eyes seemed to penetrate through the phone screen, watching every reaction, every quiver.

The older man’s hands roamed lower, tracing the contours of Brandon’s muscular thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the thin fabric of his shorts.

“Now,” Mr. Gold said, his tone turning serious yet playful, “let’s make this breakfast even more memorable, shall we?” He turned to face the camera directly, giving Mr. Chen a clear view of their entangled bodies. “What do you think, Mr. Chen?”

Mr. Chen’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. “Absolutely, Mr. Gold. Show him how it’s done.”

Mr. Gold’s actions were swift and assertive. With a sudden tug, he pulled Brandon’s thin white shorts all the way down, almost ripping it in the process, revealing the young man’s hard, throbbing 7-incher. As the thin fabric gave way abruptly, Brandon’s erection bounced and throbbed in the cool air of the grand suite. Mr. Gold’s hand wrapped around it with a practiced ease, his fingers gently squeezing as he leaned in to lick around the head of Brandon’s cock.

Brandon gasped, his eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure surged through him. The sensation was overwhelming, yet undeniably thrilling. Mr. Gold’s tongue was warm and wet, teasing every sensitive spot on Brandon’s shaft while his other hand continued to fondle him all over, exploring his muscular frame with a possessive touch.

“Enjoying yourself, dear boy?” Mr. Gold murmured against Brandon’s skin, his voice dripping with lust.

Brandon could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. His body responded involuntarily, arching slightly towards Mr. Gold’s ministrations.

Through the phone, Mr. Chen’s voice cut sharply into the moment. “Brandon, it’s rude not to respond verbally,” he chided, his tone mockingly stern yet teasing. “Tell Mr. Gold how much you enjoy his touch.”

Blushing furiously, Brandon forced himself to speak, his voice thick with arousal. “Yes, Mr. Gold… I love it when you touch me like that,” he admitted, each word a struggle against his mounting desire.

Mr. Chen’s voice softened, becoming more coaxing than chastising. “That’s better,” he said approvingly. “Now, tell him what you want next.”

Swallowing hard, Brandon glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with eager eyes. “Please, Mr. Gold… suck my cock,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he surrendered to the older man’s control.

Mr. Gold, on his knees, looked up at Brandon and grinned triumphantly. “As you wish, my hot stud,” he declared before turning his full attention back to Brandon’s erection. With renewed vigor, he deepthroated and teased Brandon’s shaft, his movements precise and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure.

Mr. Chen’s voice crackled through the phone, his tone firm yet teasing. “Brandon, I want you to tell Mr. Gold exactly how it feels to have your cock sucked by an old, perverted man.”

Brandon’s face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting between Mr. Gold and the phone. He cleared his throat, struggling to find the words. “It… it feels strange,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But also really good. His mouth is so warm and… his tongue so …experienced.”

Mr. Chen chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Brandon’s response. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Do you want to feed him your cum?”

Brandon’s breath hitched at the question, his body tensing in anticipation. He glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with a dreamy lusty gleam in his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, feeling a mix of shame and excitement. “I want to feed him my cum.”

Mr. Gold’s grin widened, his satisfaction palpable. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Give me your nectar, Brandon.”

Mr. Chen’s approval echoed through the phone. “Excellent,” he purred. “Now, show us how much you enjoy this experience.”

With that, Mr. Gold resumed his position on his knees in front of Brandon, his lips wrapping around the young man’s throbbing erection once more. He worked with skilled precision, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive head of Brandon’s cock while his hands fondled and flicked Brandon’s nipples.

Brandon moaned softly, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax with each passing moment.

Through the phone, Mr. Chen’s voice urged him on. “That’s it, Brandon,” he coaxed. “Let yourself go and give Mr. Gold what he wants.”

As Mr. Gold continued sucking Brandon’s veiny cock with passionate expertise, his other hand reached out deftly for the fruit bowl on the breakfast tray. The room smelled of sweat and sex, heightened by Mr. Chen’s voice filtering through the phone, urging them on with a lusty passion in his tone.

“Feed the old pervert your juice, Brandon,” Mr. Chen commanded, his voice a mix of desire, envy and authority.

Brandon’s breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the climax building rapidly within him. “Ahhhh Mr Gold! I’m cumming!!!” he yelled, his voice echoing slightly in the grand suite.

At that moment, Mr. Gold expertly raised the fruit bowl just as Brandon erupted, capturing some of the young man’s cum in his mouth while allowing the rest to splatter generously over the colorful fruit platter below. The sight was both decadent and surreal, a tableau of pleasure and submission laid bare before Mr. Chen’s watchful eye.

Mr. Gold swallowed audibly, savoring the taste before looking up at Brandon with a satisfied grin. “Delicious,” he murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You truly know how to start a morning.”

Through the phone, Mr. Chen chuckled approvingly. “Well done, both of you,” he said, his tone warm with approval. “Brandon, you handled that beautifully.”

Blushing deeply yet feeling a strange sense of pride, Brandon nodded weakly, still catching his breath from the intense experience.

Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smirk, placed the fruit platter back on the table, careful to position it so that Brandon’s cum-splattered fruits were prominently displayed. He then leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust as he savored any remnants of cum from the young man’s still erect cock.

Turning towards the phone, Mr. Gold engaged in a conversation with Mr. Chen, his voice carrying a tone of shared understanding and desire. “Mr. Chen, I must say, your protégé here is quite the performer,” he chuckled, glancing at Brandon with an appreciative nod.

Mr. Chen’s voice resonated through the phone, equally amused and approving. “Indeed, Mr. Gold. He seems to be adapting well to our little Cove traditions.”

“Absolutely,” Mr. Gold agreed, his gaze never leaving Brandon. “And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove,” he said firmly, reinforcing the unspoken rule with a meaningful glance at Brandon.

Mr. Chen echoed the phrase with a chuckle. “Indeed, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove,” he repeated before adding warmly, “Brandon, I am so proud of you. I look forward to seeing you back home.”

With that, Mr. Chen bid them goodbye, ending the video call.

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Mr. Gold turned back to Brandon, who was still panting slightly from the intense experience. “Now my dear, why don’t you take a seat by the oak table?” he suggested gently, guiding Brandon towards a plush chair positioned strategically in front of the lavish breakfast spread.

Brandon, still catching his breath, glanced at the fruit platter and then back at Mr. Gold. “Wait Mr Gold, isn’t this breakfast for you?” he asked, confusion lacing his voice.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands already beginning to massage Brandon’s shoulders from behind. “Oh, my dear boy, I had my first course already,” he said with a sly grin, referring to Brandon’s cum.

As Mr. Gold continued to knead Brandon’s shoulders, he reached out with one hand towards the cum-splattered fruit platter. He selected a piece of fruit that was generously coated with Brandon’s essence and held it up for Brandon to see. “Open up,” he instructed gently, positioning the fruit near Brandon’s lips.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the fruit glistening with his own cum. “I… I have to eat that?” he stammered, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coloring his tone.

“But of course, my dear,” Mr. Gold replied soothingly, his voice dripping with encouragement. “It’s all part of the experience. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

With a deep breath, Brandon opened his mouth, allowing Mr. Gold to feed him the fruit. The taste was strange yet familiar, a potent reminder of his own submission and pleasure. He chewed slowly, savoring the unique flavor as Mr. Gold watched with an approving smile.

“How does it feel?” Mr. Gold inquired, his voice soft and curious.

“It’s… ok,” Brandon admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “errr not too bad?”

Mr. Gold laughed softly, picking up another piece of fruit for himself. “See? You’re learning to appreciate new sensations,” he said before taking a bite himself, relishing the taste of Brandon’s cum on the fruit.

Mr. Gold’s hands, which had been gently massaging Brandon’s shoulders, began to drift lower, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He circled around each nipple with a tender yet firm touch, causing Brandon to shiver and moan softly.

“Your body is meant to be played Brandon,” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “It’s a pleasure to see you react like this.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Mr. Gold continued to play with his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer twists that made him arch his back involuntarily. “Ahh… Mr. Gold… that feels good,” he admitted, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and desire.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mr. Gold replied, his fingers dancing more boldly over Brandon’s pecs. “You have such sensitive nipples… they seem to love being touched.”

As Mr. Gold’s ministrations grew more intense, Brandon’s cock hardened once again, standing erect and throbbing in response to the older man’s skillful touch. “Your cock seems to agree,” Mr. Gold chuckled, glancing down at the impressive erection before returning his attention to Brandon’s nipples.

Brandon bit his lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape. “Please… don’t stop,” he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, I won’t,” Mr. Gold assured him, his tone promising even more pleasure. “I intend to make this experience unforgettable for you.”

With that, Mr. Gold intensified his actions, using both hands to tease and torment Brandon’s nipples while occasionally reaching down to stroke his cock, ensuring that every sensation was maximized. Brandon’s moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure arousal again as he surrendered completely to Mr. Gold’s expert touch.

Suddenly, Mr. Gold, with a playful glint in his eye, maneuvered himself to sit directly on Brandon’s lap. The older man’s substantial weight pressed down on the young athlete’s quads, causing Brandon to gasp at the unexpected intimacy and heft. Their flesh touched intimately, Mr. Gold’s pale large body contrasting sharply with Brandon’s tanned and muscular form.

Mr. Gold’s pudgy, thick body rubbed constantly against Brandon’s muscles as he sat face to face with Brandon on his lap, their torsos pressed intimately together. For the first time, Brandon caught a glimpse of Mr. Gold’s cock—soft and limp, uncut, and shorter than his own.

“Put your arms around me,” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice smooth, commanding but almost desperate. “Hug me tight.” Brandon hesitated but complied, wrapping his arms around the older man.

Mr. Gold embraced him back warmly, his lips finding Brandon’s neck and planting soft kisses there. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Brandon felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as he realized this was his first true intimacy with an older man’s naked body. “How does it feel?” Mr. Gold whispered against his skin, his tone soothing yet probing.

“It’s… my first time…with an older man,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands moving with purpose. He placed one wrinkled hand on Brandon’s nipple, gently teasing it, while the other found its way to Brandon’s hard, erect cock.

“Now,” Mr. Gold said, his voice low and encouraging, “feed me.” Brandon’s breath hitched as he reached for another piece of fruit from the platter, this one also glistening with his cum. He held it up to Mr. Gold’s mouth, watching as the older man opened wide and took a bite. “Mmm, tasty.” Mr. Gold purred, his eyes locked onto Brandon’s as he chewed slowly, savoring every bite.

Mr. Gold, still chewing the fruit laced with Brandon’s cum, suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Brandon’s. The older man’s mouth was warm, and as he opened it, Brandon felt the sweet taste of the fruit mixed with his own essence being shared. Taken aback, Brandon’s eyes widened in shock, but Mr. Gold held his head steady with one hand, deepening the kiss while his other hand continued to stroke Brandon’s cock with a firm, rhythmic motion.

Brandon’s initial reaction was one of repulsion; the intimate sharing of his own cum via a kiss from a strange old man was a step beyond anything he had experienced. However, as Mr. Gold’s tongue explored his mouth, coaxing him to taste more deeply, a wave of arousal began to override his disgust. The sensation of Mr. Gold’s soft, wrinkled hand on his erection combined with the aggressive yet skillful kissing started to stir deep within him an unexpected enjoyment.

Mr. Gold broke the kiss briefly to look into Brandon’s eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmured before pulling Brandon back into another passionate kiss. This time, Brandon responded a little more willingly, his body relaxing into the embrace as he surrendered further to the erotic sensations.

As they kissed, Mr. Gold’s hand worked faster on Brandon’s cock, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Brandon moaned softly into the older man’s mouth, feeling a mix of shame and delight at how much he was enjoying this intimate exchange. The line between revulsion and pleasure blurred, leaving only the raw thrill of submission and desire.

As they continued to kiss, Mr. Gold’s movements became more deliberate, his heavy body shifting with a surprising agility that belied his age. With practiced precision, he maneuvered himself closer to Brandon, their bodies melding together in a strange physical juxtaposition. Mr Gold’s eyes never left Brandon’s, locking onto them with a greedy gleam as he guided the young athlete’s throbbing cock towards his own eager entrance. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of arousal and tension.

Mr. Gold’s hand wrapped firmly around Brandon’s shaft, aligning it perfectly with his own trembling hole. He raised himself slightly, positioning his ass directly over the veiny, pulsating erection that begged for entry. Taking a deep breath, his expression one of intense focus and unbridled anticipation, he murmured against Brandon’s lips, “Ready, my dear?” His voice was a low, seductive rumble. Not waiting for a response, Mr. Gold began to impale himself onto Brandon’s leaking cock in a slow, deliberate motion.

Brandon’s initial reaction was one of pure shock. The reality of Mr. Gold sitting himself on his cock was overwhelming, and a part of him wanted to shove the older man away, to escape this bizarre and intimate situation. But as Mr. Gold moved with sexual precision and prowess, each descent sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon’s body, he found himself paralyzed by the sensation.

Mr. Gold’s eyes still locked onto Brandon’s, filled with a deep sense of worship and desire that both unnerved and thrilled Brandon. The older man’s movements were slow and reverent, as if he were performing some sacred ritual. Despite his initial shock and desire to flee, Brandon couldn’t deny the intense pleasure that Mr. Gold’s worshipful actions were eliciting from him. The older man’s expressions of adoration and the sheer intensity of their physical connection left Brandon feeling strangely empowered yet utterly submissive. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, each thrust bringing him closer to surrender.

As Mr. Gold began to lower himself down, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; the head of his cock pressing against the older man’s tight opening, stretching it wide as he was slowly engulfed. “Ahhh… Mr. Gold…” Brandon gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

With deliberate precision, Mr. Gold continued his descent, inch by inch, swallowing Brandon’s length until he was fully consumed by the young man’s throbbing erection. The feeling of being enveloped by the older man’s warm, tight body sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon’s veins.

Mr. Gold let out a satisfied groan, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled so completely. “Feels so good,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. “Your cock is perfect inside me.”

The room fell silent as if to allow for the sounds of labored breathing and the soft squelching noises as Mr. Gold adjusted to the fullness inside him. Mr Gold leaned back slightly, allowing Brandon to fully appreciate the sight of his cock disappearing into the older man’s body. The contrast between Mr. Gold’s pale, chunky frame and Brandon’s tanned, muscular form was stark and erotic, each movement drawing out gasps and moans from both participants.

The room seemed to spin around them, the only reality being the intimate connection between their bodies. Mr. Gold began to move, lifting himself up before sinking back down onto Brandon’s shaft, each movement eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure that left them both gasping for breath. Mr. Gold’s hands moved to brace himself on either side of Brandon’s muscular shoulders, his fingers digging into Brandon’s toned arms. He began to rock his hips slowly, savoring the sensation of being filled by the young athlete beneath him. Each thrust was precise and calculated, crafted to heighten the ecstasy for both of them. Mr. Gold’s movements were methodical, each descent a testament to his experience and desire, ensuring that every inch of Brandon’s cock was met with equal intensity.

The sensation was overwhelming; each inch of penetration felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both men. Mr. Gold’s muscles clenched rhythmically around the invading member, squeezing and releasing in a tantalizing dance of desire.

Brandon’s hands inadvertently found their way to Mr. Gold’s hips, gripping tightly as he encouraged the older man to move faster, deeper. Mr. Gold’s eyes locked onto Brandon’s once more, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he quickened his pace.

“Feel that, my dear?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with lust and triumph. “Your cock inside me… it feels so good. Tell me how you feel my hot jock.”

“It’s… incredible,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt every ridge and vein of his cock being squeezed tightly by Mr. Gold’s inner muscles. “Oh god… you’re so tight Mr Gold…” he moaned, his hands gripping Mr. Gold’s hips tightly.

Mr Gold encouraged Brandon. “Fuck me Brandon. Fuck me hard.”

His body responded involuntarily to each thrust, arching off the chair in a desperate bid for more contact. The friction grew unbearable as Mr. Gold rode him harder, their bodies slapping together with increasing urgency. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, every thrust driving them closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Mr. Gold continued to bounce on Brandon’s dick, he unleashed a torrent of expletives, his voice filled with raw lust and admiration. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Brandon! Your cock is amazing, so hard and throbbing inside me!” he shouted, each word punctuated by the vigorous movement of his hips.

The praise fueled Brandon’s arousal, driving him closer to the brink. “Mr. Gold, I’m gonna cum!” he yelled, his voice cracking with intensity.

Without missing a beat, Mr. Gold quickly dismounted, positioning himself deftly in front of Brandon’s pulsing erection. “I want every drop,” he growled, his eyes locked onto the young man’s as he prepared to swallow the impending release.

Brandon’s body tensed, his muscles quivering with the force of his climax. “Here it comes!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the grand suite. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts from Mr. Gold’s previous movements still ringing in his ears, Brandon erupted, shooting thick streams of cum directly into Mr. Gold’s open mouth.

Mr. Gold caught every spurt, his lips sealed tightly around the head of Brandon’s cock as he swallowed greedily. “Yes, yes! Fill my mouth, you magnificent stud!” he exclaimed between gulps, savoring the taste and texture of Brandon’s essence.

The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon’s heavy breathing and Mr. Gold’s satisfied moans as he continued to suckle gently, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The sight was both explicit and intimate, a testament to the raw power of their connection in that moment.

Mr. Gold, his mouth still wrapped around Brandon’s softening cock, nuzzled gently against it, the warmth of his breath sending a final shiver through Brandon. With a content sigh, he looked up at Brandon, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing.

“You know, my dear,” Mr. Gold murmured, “I find myself quite enamored with your company. We must meet regularly. You bring such… vitality to my days.”

Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smile, went into the room and produced two crisp business cards. He handed them to Brandon with a meaningful look. “This is for you, my dear,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “One is mine, of course, and the other belongs to a very close associate, Mr. Porkski. He handles my… more discreet affairs.”

Brandon accepted the cards, his fingers brushing lightly against Mr. Gold’s as he took them. The texture of the thick cardstock seemed to whisper secrets in his hand. “Discreet affairs?” he queried, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious term.

Mr. Gold leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. “Indeed,” he affirmed, his voice low and conspiratorial. “There are venues—exclusive sanctuaries where men like us can explore… shall we say, more intimate desires. Places like saunas, bathhouses, and private clubs where your allure would be unmatched.”

A thrill mixed with apprehension coursed through Brandon at the explicit implications of Mr. Gold’s words. “And Mr. Porkski manages these places for you?” he inquired, his voice steady despite the tumult within.

“Precisely,” Mr. Gold replied, his tone laden with suggestion. “We would be delighted to guide you through these exclusive realms. Imagine, Brandon, being feted in such hallowed spaces, your every wish anticipated, your every desire fulfilled, your every move celebrated.”

“And what about Mr. Chen?” Brandon inquired, curiosity mingling with a touch of trepidation as he considered the broader implications of his encounters. “Does he know about these… arrangements?”

Mr. Gold’s smile grew, a cat-like satisfaction curving his lips. “Oh, indeed he does,” he confirmed, his voice a silken murmur. “Mr. Chen is quite aware of our little establishments and finds them most… invigorating. ”

Brandon felt a surge of both pride and unease at the revelation. To be so valued by such powerful men was heady, yet the stakes seemed ever higher. “He approves, then?” he asked, seeking clarity amidst the swirl of emotions.

“Approve? He revels in it,” Mr. Gold corrected, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Mr. Chen and of course, I see in you something special, Brandon. A rare talent that enriches our community. These cards are more than just contacts—they’re keys to a world where your abilities are not just appreciated but worshipped.”

The weight of Mr. Gold’s words settled on Brandon, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, yet the allure of being embraced by such influential figures was undeniable. “I… see,” he managed, his mind racing with possibilities and questions.

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I went back to the tent to find my step dad still sleeping. I’d been across to the shower block for a shower and was expecting my step dad to be up and sorting some breakfast for us both. I was loathe to wake him as I knew mornings were not his best time of the day but I wanted us to be up and out and exploring the countryside which was the reason for our trip.

I was about to wake him when he rolled onto his back, his sleeping back gaping wide and his naked body in full view. What surprised me was the fact he had a massive hard on and the sight of it made my own cock start to erect.

His naked body was awesome, nice and hairy and muscled and his cock was pretty damn impressive too. At 58 he was a fine specimen of hot daddy desire and he was making me so fucking horny,

I knelt down to take a closer look, my cock straining in my shorts. I reached out a hand to touch his cock and it felt silky warm. I began to stroke it very gently as he slept soundly. Well soundly as I thought but the truth was he was well aware of what I was doing.

“That’s nice” he muttered without opening his eyes

“Keep stroking it lad”.

I wasn’t exactly a lad I had turned twenty four which I thought very adult at the time. I’d not let on to my step dad that I was gay though, a fact that he must have known all along.

After stroking his cock for me time I took hold of it in my hand and just felt the throb of it before I began to wank it slowly.

“Oh! Son! That feels so nice, so fucking nice” he said, his eyes still closed.

“Kiss me as you wank me lad” he said suddenly.

I leaned over my hand still wanking him slowly and I pressed my lips to his. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped into my mouth with a sensual ease. We kissed for some time, my dick aching to be released from my shorts.

Finally we broke away and he told me to get undressed.

I nervously removed all my clothes, my prick springing out of my underpants and throbbing wildly.

“Come and sit on my face lad” he said “Let me rim your tight little arsehole”.

I’d never had a tongue up my arse before so I gladly sat astride his face and let him work his tongue up and down my crack and then wriggle it into my hole.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I started moaning straight away as his tongue worked around and in my hole.

My cock was laying across his nose, glistening pre cum oozing from the tip as he licked my arse.

My balls were restricting his breathing but were soon settled in his mouth for a hell of a gobbling.

With my cock getting sucked next I was in absolute gay heaven, my knob easing into his throat as his tongue rolled over my shaft.

I reached back for a feel of his cock and found it to be magnificently rigid and oozing pre cum of it’s own.

Once more I felt his tongue licking towards my arsehole and then the feel of it probing and pushing

inside, his hands holding my cheeks apart for greater access. I was moaning with pleasure as his wet tongue rootled into me the immense pleasure so intense I thought I was going to come.

I was wanking his dick slowly the stiffness of it so thrilling it kept my own cock rigid.

After some minutes of excessive tonguing my step dad eased my arse off of his face.

“How about you start sucking on my cock son” he said.  “Turn around and I’ll continue rimming your juicy hole as you suck on my cock”.

I turned around, my arse now up and over his lips and I moved forward to lick his stiff shaft holding the base of his prick tight.

Pre cum was flowing from his knob and I just started to gobble on it.

Having his thick shaft in my mouth was so good and was such a hot mouthful that his throbbing helmet was teasing my throat. With his tongue lapping at my arsehole frantically both our pleasurable moans filled the tent space with rampant lust.

I tried to get his prick down my throat but gagged every time. My step dad, an expert obviously in deep throating cocks, just stopped licking my hole briefly to swallow my cock down to my balls in one hot move, again leaving me moaning my fucking head off.

“You see son you just have to relax your throat and any size prick will slide down your fucking gullet.” he said clamping his throat around my stiff cock.

I tried again to get his cock down but it was a lot bigger than mine but was fun trying.

I eased his dick from my mouth and just stared at the lovely specimen. Pre cum was again running from his knob and my firm grip of his thick shaft kept it running. I licked the clear juice up his shaft from base to knob end  rolling my tongue around his helmet without a thought that it might spurt an even juicer load into my mouth.

For some reason my step dad could not resist my arsehole and was again pushing his tongue into me and driving me crazy. Slobber was running down my thighs and my arsehole twitched helplessly against the force of my step dad’s hungry tongue.

He pulled my arse cheeks wide again, his face buried between my cheeks, his wet tongue making me moan deliriously.

I sucked his cock to the best of my ability. I’d only sucked a mates dick once before but that was nothing like this, this was serious cock sucking and I was loving it.

“Have you ever had a cock in your arsehole lad?” he finally said.

My arsehole was still twitching from the rimming and his question deserved the truth. I’d never been fucked before.

“Think you could take your step daddy’s dick up your arse son?”

I released his big cock from my mouth and looked at the throbbing size of it.

“I’d sure like to try” I said.

He got me to get up on all fours and after some minutes of heart stopping rimming his tongue left my arsehole gaping and ready for cock.

He spat onto his palm and worked a load of saliva over his prick.

“Now relax those arse muscles lad and let me in. I nee o fuck you so bad”.

I did as he said, my heart beating wildly my cock still stiff , my saliva wet arsehole quivering with expectation.

I felt the warmth of his knob against my hole and it tightened up immediately.

“Relax son, just relax and take daddy’s big cock”.

It was getting rather hot in the tent and it was just starting to rain, the fresh smell of my surroundings would become a lifetime’s memory. That and the first initial feel of my step dad’s cock easing into my arse.

My instinct was to push it out as it fucking hurt but he kept telling me to relax and inch by inch he fed me his cock until he was ball deep inside my hot burning arse.

“Oh! Fuck! Hold it there” I whimpered “It’s so fucking big and it’s hurting. Oh! Fuck! It’s so hard!”

“You’ll get used to it son, just keep relaxing those arse muscles and love the feel of it in your hole”.

I was gasping and clutching the sleeping bag white knuckled. My heart was thumping so fast and my thought was to push the fucker out of me but I persevered and patiently my step dad held his prick still in my hole until I could bear a little movement of his eager cock.

The slow fucking got me relaxing more and more and I was beginning to like the feel of his hot prick inside me. Once he was brushing my prostate with his silky knob I knew I wanted him to fuck me harder.

“Is it feeling nice now? he asked, picking up speed.

“Oh! Yes!” I replied emphatically “It feels awesome”.

I was groaning deeply now and getting more and more excited. I was loving the fuck now and realising that I was also going to get flooded with my step dad’s spunk which thrilled me even more.

With his right hand now wanking on my cock as he fucked me hard I was in absolute bliss, my balls jiggling as he slammed my arse.

“I’m gonna fill you with so much fucking cum lad you’ll be foaming at the mouth”.

“Fuck yes!” I hollered “Do it! Give me that creamy load”.

W were both nearly thee but then he pulled from me and laid me on my back.

“I want to fuck you and see your face as you take my prick” he said, rolling spit around his engorged knob..

He lifted my ankles onto his shoulders and shoved his cock back into me in one hard thrust that slammed his balls against my butt. I wailed like a stuck pig as he towered over me and started to fuck my arse off.

His staying power was awesome and he opened my arse up good and proper and I was loving it.

If this was gay fucking then I wanted more and more my arse certainly did as it clung passionately to my step dad’s thick fucking cock.

“Oh! Fuck! Son! he said suddenly “I’m coming I’m fucking coming!” and he began to grind his prick against me as he shot his load off.

The immense pleasure was too much for me and I began to cum too, my stiff dick jerking and tossing a load of spunk onto my chest, a shot even hitting my face which my step dad ferociously licked up.

“Fucking Hell lad,, that was fucking awesome” he said wiping cum from his lips. “Who needs to go rambling in the countryside when you can fuck and spunk in a cosy tent”.

It was still raining as we huddled together, my arsehole seeping my step dad’s juicy cock nectar.

My hole was throbbing wildly and feeling virgin sore but fuck I want more of my step dad’s cock and I was sure going to get it.

Matthew stepped out of the shower, his curly orange hair plastered to his head and water droplets sliding down his pale skin. It was Halloween night, and the excitement buzzed in the air like static electricity. He toweled off and pulled on a pair of baggy jeans, then a t-shirt with a grinning jack-o’-lantern on the front. The thrill of the night’s adventures lay ahead, a sweet candy-coated promise that had him practically dancing around his room.

The streets were a whirlwind of colors and shadows, with the occasional flicker of candlelight piercing the gloom from within the carved pumpkins that lined the sidewalks. The crunch of leaves underfoot and the rustle of his plastic candy pail were the only sounds that accompanied his light steps. The chilly air made him shiver, but the thrill of the night kept him moving forward, eager for the next house and the treats it might hold.

As he approached the house at the end of the block, the music grew louder, pulsing with a beat that seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. The house was lit up like a neon sign, with strobes of red and blue flashing in the windows, casting eerie shadows that danced on the lawn. A group of three muscular figures, dressed in black and wearing skeleton masks, lounged against the porch railing. They watched him approach with a predatory stillness that made his heart skip a beat.

Matthew, an 18-year-old with curly orange hair and pink lips, excitedly prepares for Halloween, donning a themed t-shirt. He ventures out into a vibrant, yet eerie neighborhood, where the sound of his plastic pail and footsteps are the only noises. At the end of the block, he discovers a house with a raucous party, illuminated by flashing red and blue lights, where three muscular black men in skeleton masks, named Tremaine, Derek, and Daniel, stand ominously.o

Tremaine, the largest of the three, stepped forward as Matthew reached the bottom step. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he rumbled, his deep voice a stark contrast to the high-pitched giggles of the mask. “Ain’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating?” The other two, Derek and Daniel, chuckled menacingly, their eyes gleaming with something that made Matthew’s skin crawl.

“Hey, I’m just out for some fun,” Matthew replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He held up his candy pail. “I’m not bothering anyone.”

Tremaine’s gaze raked over him, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, we like fun,” he said, his voice dropping to a purr. Derek and Daniel leaned in closer, their eyes never leaving Matthew’s body. The tension grew thick as the candy corn scent from the house behind them.

“We’ve got a little party going on inside,” Tremaine offered, gesturing to the door with a flourish of his hand. “You should totally come check it out.”

Matthew’s instincts screamed at him to turn and run, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, his heart hammering in his chest. He took a step back, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape route. “No, I’m good,” he managed to croak out.

The three figures tilted their heads in unison, the skeleton masks tilting with them in a disturbing parody of curiosity. “Oh, come on,” Derek coaxed, his voice smooth and cajoling. “Don’t be scared. We just want to show you a good time.”

Before he could take another step, strong arms banded around him, one from either side. Derek and Daniel had moved with a speed that belied their size, and now they held him firmly in their grip. “Don’t be like that,” Derek murmured in his ear, his breath hot against Matthew’s neck. “We’re just having some fun.”

Matthew struggled, his heart racing as he felt himself being dragged up the stairs and into the house. The music was deafening, the bass thumping in his chest like a second heartbeat. He caught a glimpse of his costume in a mirror as they passed, the grinning jack-o’-lantern looking grotesque in the strobing lights. Panic set in, cold and sharp, as he realized the gravity of his situation.

Derek’s grip was like steel, his arms like tree trunks that held Matthew in place. He managed a muffled protest as they pulled him into a dimly lit room, the walls painted a deep crimson that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the bass. The air was thick with the scent of weed, making his eyes water and his head swim.

Tremaine followed close behind, his skeletal grin never leaving Matthew’s line of sight. He stepped in front of the door and with a wicked chuckle, slammed it shut and turned the lock with a metallic click that echoed through the room. The sound was final, a stark declaration of Matthew’s new reality.

Daniel’s touch was the first intrusion, his hand snaking out to grab a fistful of Matthew’s damp hair, jerking his head back to expose his neck. The cold, wetness of a tongue slithered down his earlobe, sending a shiver of disgust through his body. Matthew tried to pull away, his eyes squeezed shut as if that could somehow protect him from what was happening. But Daniel’s grip was firm, and the sensation of the wetness on his skin was a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

The room spun around him, the strobe lights painting the walls in a dizzying pattern that made him nauseous. The music grew louder, the laughter of the other partygoers a distant cacophony of horror. And then, the warm spray of saliva on his cheek as Daniel pulled away, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell of Matthew’s ear. The salty, bitter taste was a violation, a personal assault that made bile rise in his throat.

Tremaine stepped closer, his skeletal grin bobbing with his deep chuckle. “Take that stupid ass Halloween costume off,” he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Show us that ass.” The words were a command, a demand that made Matthew’s stomach clench in fear. He felt the tug on his shirt, Derek and Daniel working together to strip him of his defenses.

With trembling hands, Matthew pulled the shirt over his head, the cold air of the room hitting his bare skin like a slap. His heart hammered in his chest as he saw the three of them eyeing him hungrily, their dark figures stark against the pulsing red walls. The pumpkin on his chest looked obscene in the strobe lights, the grin leering rather than playful. His stomach clenched as he reached for the button of his jeans.

The sight of his bare torso made the three men’s eyes light up, and Matthew felt a cold, clammy hand trace the line of his ribs as Derek stepped closer, his breath hot against Matthew’s skin. Tremaine’s gaze was transfixed on Matthew’s chest, his tongue darting out to lick his thick lips. Daniel’s eyes had dropped to Matthew’s crotch, where the bulge of his arousal was impossible to miss, despite his fear.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” Derek sneered, reaching down to give Matthew’s trapped erection a rough squeeze. “But we’re not done yet.”

Tremaine nodded in agreement, his skeletal grin growing wider as he reached behind his head and yanked off his mask, revealing his handsome, dark features. “Strip,” he ordered, and his voice was like a whip crack in the air.

Matthew’s trembling fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, the zipper giving way with a metallic hiss. The fabric pooled around his ankles, leaving him in just his socks and underwear. The coldness of the floor seeped into his skin, and he felt the weight of their eyes on him, heavy and oppressive. He looked up, his eyes meeting the three sets of hungry, dark eyes staring back at him, and knew what was expected.

With a sneer, Tremaine gestured to his crotch. “Take it out,” he said, and Matthew’s hands obeyed, his cock springing free, hard and exposed. The three men laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the taunts of demons. “Now, suck.”

Matthew’s eyes widened in horror, and his throat constricted, but he knew better than to refuse. He dropped to his knees, his body trembling as he leaned in, his mouth open to take in the head of Tremaine’s thick, black cock. The first touch of skin on skin was electric, and he gagged as the shaft was forced into his mouth, his tongue retreating from the salty, unfamiliar taste.

“Suck it like you mean it,” Tremaine said, his voice thick with lust. His hand came down to cup the back of Matthew’s head, guiding his movements with a firm grip. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and something musky that made Matthew’s stomach turn, but he knew that if he didn’t perform well, the situation could only get worse.

To his surprise, as he focused on the task at hand, the horror of the situation began to give way to a strange thrill. The feeling of powerlessness was oddly exhilarating, and the way Tremaine’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took his cock deeper made his own arousal throb in response. Derek and Daniel had stepped back, watching with rapt attention as their leader claimed his prize.

But the show was far from over. Derek and Daniel, seemingly emboldened by Tremaine’s actions, began to strip away their own costumes, revealing their muscular, black forms. Their cocks were already hard, bobbing with anticipation as they stepped closer. Derek’s was long and thick, a testament to his towering height and broad shoulders. Daniel’s, on the other hand, was shorter but thicker, with a girth that made Matthew’s mouth water despite his fear.

“Look at this slut,” Tremaine commented, his voice thick with lust as he watched Matthew’s tentative movements. “He likes our thick cocks so much his mouth is watering.”

Matthew’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the truth in the man’s words. The fear and adrenaline had transformed into an unexpected arousal, one that made his own cock throb with need as he took more of Tremaine into his mouth. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort, and felt a strange sense of power in the way the man above him gasped and bucked his hips. It was as if he was controlling this beast with nothing but his mouth and tongue, and that knowledge sent a thrill of excitement through his body.

“Oh, fuck,” Tremaine groaned, his hand tightening on the back of Matthew’s head. “Slow down, I’m gonna cum.” His words were a mix of warning and pleasure, and Matthew felt a strange pride at being able to bring such a powerful man to the edge so quickly. He pulled back slightly, letting the head of Tremaine’s cock slide out of his mouth, and took a shaky breath.

“Tremaine sluts out Matthew, can I?” Tremaine panted, his voice strained. “Can I cum in your throat and make you my bitch?”

Matthew felt a surge of arousal so intense he thought he might pass out. The words were degrading, but they only served to fuel the fire burning in his belly. He was turned on beyond belief, his body responding to the power dynamics in the room like a moth to a flame. His eyes watered with the effort of holding back a whine, his mouth still wrapped around Tremaine’s cock. His head bobbed slightly, the only way he could indicate his consent without breaking the suction.

Tremaine took the cue, his eyes locked on Matthew’s. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, and Matthew felt the first hot spurt of cum fill his mouth. It was thick and bitter, and it coated his tongue and the back of his throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the sensation of the man’s seed sliding down his throat was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was a claiming, a marking, and he couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of pride as Tremaine’s grip on his hair tightened, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into Matthew’s eager mouth.

As Tremaine stepped back, his chest heaving, Daniel’s hand was already on Matthew’s shoulder, pushing him down onto the cold floor. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and musky, and Matthew felt a strange, almost feral hunger growing within him. He looked up at the three men, his eyes glazed with lust, and took in the sight of Derek stroking his cock, watching with a hungry gaze. The strokes were slow and deliberate, the shiny black head of his shaft glistening with pre-cum.

“Does mine taste better?” Derek asked, the challenge in his voice making Matthew’s cock throb painfully against the floor. He didn’t bother with the formality of asking permission, instead leaning in to take Derek’s cock in his mouth. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, the velvety softness of the skin and the iron-hardness beneath. Derek groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of Matthew’s head as he began to move in sync with the younger man’s eager mouth.

The smack of flesh meeting flesh grew louder with each passing second, the sound echoing in the small room like a drumbeat that grew more and more frantic. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, and Matthew could feel himself getting lost in the rhythm of Derek’s thrusts, the taste of precum on his tongue driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each movement, the sound of his mouth on the cock a wet, obscene noise that seemed to fuel Derek’s lust even further.

“You like that, don’t you?” Derek growled, his hand tightening in Matthew’s hair. “You like being my little slut.”

Matthew’s eyes watered as Derek’s cock plunged deeper into his throat, the thickness of it stretching him to his limits. He tried to nod, but the only response he could give was a muffled gag that only seemed to excite Derek further. The man’s hips snapped, his cock moving with a brutal rhythm that left Matthew gasping for air. It was almost impossible for him to think, let alone speak, but the demand for a response only made his own arousal spike higher.

As Derek approached his peak, Daniel knelt beside him, his hand wrapping around Matthew’s cock. The touch was rough, almost painful, but it sent a bolt of pleasure through Matthew’s body. He moaned around Derek’s cock, the vibrations sending the man over the edge. Hot cum shot down Matthew’s throat, and he swallowed automatically, his own body jerking with the force of his own orgasm.

The room was spinning, the lights flashing faster, and the music grew louder, drowning out the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of flesh on flesh. Derek pulled out of Matthew’s mouth with a wet pop, and Daniel’s hand tightened around his shaft, jerking him off with a brutal efficiency that had him spilling onto the floor between them.

Matthew’s eyes fell to the puddle of cum at his knees, his mind racing as he tried to process the events of the night. He felt used, violated, but also… alive in a way he’d never been before. The power they held over him was terrifying, but it was also intoxicating.

“Now, for the main course,” Daniel murmured, his voice thick with lust as he stared at Matthew’s trembling ass. His hand trailed down Matthew’s spine, the roughness of his palm sending a shiver down his body. “You’ve got a nice tight ass,” Daniel said, his breath hot on Matthew’s skin. “I bet you’d feel amazing around my cock.”

Matthew’s eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of Daniel’s monstrous erection. It was indeed larger than the others, a thick, veiny shaft that seemed to pulse with an eerie life of its own. The fear was palpable, his body taut with the anticipation of pain and the unknown. Yet, there was a strange, pulsing excitement in his gut that seemed to be growing with every passing moment. He knew he was in trouble, that he had crossed a line he never thought he’d even approach, but the thrill of it was like a drug, making him dizzy with want.

“Say you want it,” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against the back of Matthew’s neck. The demand sent a shiver down Matthew’s spine, his knees threatening to buckle. The room was spinning, the strobe lights flashing in his eyes like a warning siren, but all he could focus on was the need to satisfy the men who had taken control of his body. “Say you want us to fuck your ass, slut.”

Matthew’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as the words slipped from his mouth. “I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy,” he whimpered, the words barely audible over the thundering bass of the music. The term “Daddy” had always been a fantasy, a taboo whispered in the darkest corners of his mind, never to be spoken aloud. But now, here he was, begging for it from these three men who had turned his world upside down.

The room felt hot, the air thick with the scent of desire and the faint tang of fear. Daniel’s hand left his neck, and Matthew felt a cold, slick finger trace the puckered entrance of his ass. He clenched involuntarily, the sensation foreign and terrifying. Daniel chuckled, the sound dark and sinister. “Good little bitch,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver down Matthew’s spine. “You’re going to take us all, aren’t you?”

Matthew’s eyes snapped to Derek, who was still stroking his cock, his gaze hungry and intense. He nodded, the word “Yes” slipping out on a breath that was equal parts need and terror. He didn’t know if he could handle it, but the idea of being filled by all three of them was a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist.

The next thing Matthew knew, Daniel’s hand had replaced Derek’s on the back of his head. He felt the heat of Daniel’s cock press against his lips, and without thinking, he opened his mouth, welcoming the thick intrusion. Daniel’s grip on his hair was merciless, pulling his head back and pushing his cock deeper, until Matthew’s nose was buried in the man’s groin. He felt the head of Daniel’s cock hit the back of his throat, and he gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to adjust to the size.

But Daniel wasn’t gentle. He began to fuck Matthew’s mouth with a ferocity that left no room for air, the sounds of his hips slapping against Matthew’s face melding with the thumping bass of the music. Matthew’s eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure and pain blurring together until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock throbbing with every thrust, every grunt that Daniel made.

The sight of Matthew eagerly swallowing him whole brought a feral grin to Daniel’s face, his eyes burning with lust as they locked onto the young man’s. The joy in those wide, watering eyes was a drug, a visual symphony of pleasure and submission that had Daniel’s heart racing like a runaway train. He watched as Matthew’s throat convulsed around his thick cock, the boy’s cheeks hollowing with every greedy suck. The sound of his own ragged breathing was all he could hear, drowning out the cacophony of the party outside the door.

The sensation of Derek’s hands on his ass was a stark contrast to the velvety heat of Daniel’s cock in his mouth. The coldness of the lube made him flinch, but the anticipation of what was to come was a thrilling jolt of fear and excitement. He could feel Derek’s strong fingers spreading the slick substance around his tight hole, preparing him for the inevitable invasion. The room spun around him, the strobe lights casting shifting shadows that danced across their bodies like ghosts at play.

Matthew’s breaths grew ragged as he pulled away from Daniel’s cock, gasping for air. “Please,” he begged, the word a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air like a prayer. “I need it now.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, his eyes wide and wild with lust. The power of the moment had taken over, and he didn’t care if he sounded like a desperate slut. All he knew was that he wanted to be filled by them, to feel the burn of their thick, black cocks inside him.

Daniel couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, his own need to claim Matthew’s tight ass mixing with a strange sense of pride at the boy’s willingness to serve. He pulled his cock out of Matthew’s mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before it snapped. “You’ve earned it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’ve done so good, baby.”

Day 120. We as a group of five had survived pretty well. Holed up in a disused petrol station a fire was roaring just about as we battled the cold and the elements. We were thankfully dressed and had a stock pile of weapons to deal with any hordes of the walking dead that may gatecrash our location. I had just turned 19 and was second to my step-dad in terms of looking after our clan. My main focus and drive was to survive and see the next day.

On that Halloween of 2024 I had noticed a change in our make shift home. We were steadily running out of supplies. In the past we relied on killing our food but the deer, wild boar and rabbits had been wiped out by a virus. We had to rely on the tinned food to get by, be it through safe storage, theft or trade. We went from 2.5 meals a day to 0.5 meals a day if we were lucky. I noticed my older sisters looking thinner, I notice my folks were getting more tetchy with hunger seeping through. Yet, us men of the household continued to be optimistic and to continue the search for food. It was clear to anyone though that lady luck would be our only saving grace, with a sprinkling of thoughts and prayers.

It was 11PM as we were wrapped up in our sleeping bags that very Halloween evening that we were graced by the Kingsleys They were a gang on the look out for fuel. They strolled in in their white caps, trackies and hooded tops making it clear they wanted fuel.

“I am sorry lads but your gonna have to leave empty handed” said my dad firmly as he slowly got to his feet. I always admired my step-dad for being firm. Before the end of world he worked as a fireman and as a builder. He was stocky build, bald, thick set black stubble, piercing blue eyes and large hands. In his thick leather jacket, chequered shirt and cargo trousers and boots he remained on his feet and stared the lads out.

“Oh yeah? Well we are just looking for fuel buddy. We are happy to give a deal” said one of the gang. He appeared to be the leader. He seemed someone that would use violence to get his point across. Yet, my step-dad kept the shotgun he was carrying in his hand. It was as much an impasse between them and us. We then spotted a lad, slightly smaller than the gang-leader return and shake his head 

“Just found the one canister of fuel Darren” he added showing his disappointment. It was clear in his voice. Both sides knew it was pointless displaying violence or challenging it. Dad with his hand and a nod waved it as acceptable and Darren offered his thanks with a nod.

“How you surviving?” asked Darren as he and the four lads knelt, leant against the counter on the other side of the room. Mum was the first to speak and echo that October had been the toughest month. At length she explained how since the virus developed food was becoming scarce. As they listened one of the quietest took an apple from his pocket. He put it to his mouth and started to crunch into it. I don’t know why but the sight of him tucking into a miserable apple started a chain reaction amongst us. If you looked at all our faces and eyes you could read the desperation we had. 

“See we have not had that problem as we are not from these parts” said Darren who clearly had a more northern accent. “We are so desperate” said Mum as she welled up a bit, comforted by my eldest sister Katie. A rub of the shoulder to display that we are all struggling with this together.

“Is there a chance that you could offer some of your stockpile of food?” asks Katie. She was trying to display their good nature. Charity. The lads laughed and that laugh was clear to all of us that they were not simply going to help us. I felt myself shaking with anger. Not so much because of them but the situation. There was a pause and a stony silence.

“There must be something you need?” asked my mum to the older of the gang. He just shrugged “Not really, we have enough food, we have water, we have weapons…fuel is all we need” he added. I see the exchange with eyes between my folks that simply just showed that this was something we simply did not have. Fuel was non-existant. Even for fires we relied on burning wood or fabrics.

“Then we will be on our way” adds Darren. Mum buries her head and cries at length. The tears cut through all of us.

“How far would you go then, for food?” asks Darren. Mum gives him a look and he holds his hands up “No we are not after your girls, our own girlfriends are in the next town. But how far would you go?” he asks. It feel a question we don’t know how to answer. We shrug and the conversation ends there. The room goes quiet. Its getting close to midnight. Its clear the lads are just waiting for the right point to leave.

We then all stare open mouthed as Kyle one of the gang brings in a massive hamper. Its like Christmas has come early. Hannah my other sister just breaks down in tears “Mum, there is Beans, Chocolate, Biscuits, fucking sausages!” she says as tears roll down her face. “Thank you so much” adds Mum as the girls rifle through the hamper.

“Its not a gift…I am showing you what we have love” adds Darren. Slowly the enthusiasm drains from Hannah as she puts the tins back in. “You can have it on one condition” he adds. “Them two fuck” he adds, his finger directed at me and then moves to point at my step-dad. “What the actual fuck” someone from our side says and I see the other lads laugh. They are mocking us. “Fuckers!” scream Hannah as she launches herself at one of the lads flailing. The mockery cutting right through us.

Darren picks up the hamper and closes it as he places it on the counter. “Look we can come to a deal mate” adds step-dad as he walks over. In the shroud of darkness they start to talk. I feel sick to the core like my sisters that they are mocking and laughing at us. Hannah plays with a label dreaming of some beans on bread. Feeling cheated it was in our grasp.

Darren walks over and slowly puts a pan down near the fire. He opens one can of beans and slowly places it into the pan. “Thank you” says Mum as he seems to be showing some gratitude to our situation. “You don’t know how tough its been” she adds as she rubs his arm. “Your must understand that?” she asks and he nods. He slowly stirs the beans in the pan and the smell is so overpowering. It fills my nostrils and I close my eyes. I picture myself sat in my kitchen before the crisis, a normal Saturday, getting ready of footy practice. Mums cooking filling the air.

As I open my eyes I see my step dad walk over and slowly sit beside me. “Managed to get some food for us” he smiles as he ruffles my hair. I beam a smile. “We always pull through don’t we?” I add and he nods. We watch the beans cooking as he pulls out a plate and loads some up for Hannah. We all sit there and watch as she wolfs down her portion of beans. her actions show how hungry we are. Next he loads the plate and gives it to my other sister and she starts to savour each mouthful as she feels the warmth of the hot beans. “Thank you so much lads” she smiles.

Mum takes her plate and slowly takes a portion as the last remnants of the beans are used up. She slowly scrapes the beans into her mouth and asks Darren “They barely went around all of us?!” she asks. Darren nods. “Well the second tin is here” he adds as he loads the pan. Mum nestles her head into Hannah’s shoulder as he knows we are all going to be fed.

“Want me to cook up the second batch now mate?” asks Darren. My step-dad adds “You upheld your side of bargain for the girls, we’ll uphold our side” he adds. I watch as he slowly pulls off his jacket and folds it up. He slowly slides down the side of my sleeping bag and slowly undoes his belt.

“So where abouts do you lads hail from?” he asks as he slowly pulls off his trousers. “We come from Lincoln, we are basically on our way to repay a debt” adds Darren as he folds up his trousers. The room is eerily silent from our side as I watch his boxers come down, his cock erect and tented at 8′. “You know I never want to see you pricks again yeah?” he adds and all lads nod. I feel him get close to me in the sleeping bag and slowly pull down my PJ bottoms and toss the garment to one side.

“I’ll put your beans on now mate” he smirks as I feel my left leg slowly cupped and lifted into the air. My head is turned and find myself slowly locking lips with him. I have always dated girls, always felt that I was straight but a seed in my mind has always considered same sex. Situation though has drawn me into the arms of mums boyfriend. He has only been in my life for a few years but I am now finding myself locking lips with him. He is shaking, he is quivering, he cannot believe as well he is in this situation. His chest is beating so much I can feel it as we kiss and as soon as we started he pulls away.

Darren can sense that he cannot do it. Even for a months supply of food. Its too close to call, his wife is opposite, he has never had gay sex before and not with a lad he knows so well of 19yrs. Darren knew this wasnt going to happen. Darren did it for pure entertainment. What he did not expect or anyone including Steve was my reaction.

“Fuck me now” I moan as I have dilated eyes. Looking him directly in the eyes. He look me back in eyes with shock. Even the gang did not expect me to respond in that way. “I need you badly” I say as breath heavily. “No” he said firmly. “Its fine, lets do it, I need it” I responded. He kisses me on the forehead and slowly starts to push against my asshole. His cock head slowly pushes against my bare asshole, tufts of hair circling it as he pushes against it. It slowly opens my asshole as it grows and becomes accoustomed to it. It slowly edges in as I let out a “Fuck Fuckety Fuck” as I close my eyes and let it sink in.

No one, not even Darren can look at us or believe we have gone through with it. Steve grits his teeth as he pushes deeper and I feel the whole head inside me. His mature cock fucking my bum for the first time. He cups my leg and kisses my forehead as he feels guilty as hell seducing.

He places the beans in the pan and slowly starts to stir as I start to feel a cock of 7′ slowly fucking me. Sounds of the fire crackling but also rustling of sleeping bag and balls slapping as it pounds away into me.

“Credit to you two, no way did I think you would go through with it by fucking” he chuckles. I smile “Well, all turned out alright” I add as I smile as I get fucked. He starts to pant and pick up the pace. “Should have done it sooner!” I gloat as he laughs. “Fuck me harder, yes fuck me” I moan as he carries on. Pounding away into my arse. 

Switching positions and on my hands and knees, feel him remount and slowly push from behind. I stretch out as I feel all 7′ re-enter. “Don’t stop, fuck me for being good” I moan and flirt as he picks up the pace. His manly hands wrapped around me and he whispers “Were doing good, think of the food” he adds trying to focus on the deed is for food.

However for me its just the sex. Food is distant from my mind. In a months time we will be a couple, the girls having left us and our unit fully broken. I look at the lads thinking if I could have them as well. Rocking, pushing back on his cock as it pounds away, my hair gripped so he can get leverage as he pounds away. 20 minutes he has been fucking and finally I feel a judder and a sensation of heat as mountains of cum fill my bum. He leans over my back as he ejaculates. He instantly gets up and rushes off to clear his head with fresh air. 

I remain on my hands and knees, having just had sex. I am sweaty, I am clammy. “Fuck that was amazing Darren” I say turning the tables on him. Knowing we will be fed!

This is a 7-part story, outlining a couple of moments of a gay couple living in Amsterdam. Please help me improve my writings, sending love to [email protected].

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Voyeur

Daan and I live in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Like many gay couples in Europe, we try to embrace life, being active and positive about it. And it really goes that way. When you seem to have the things, you start to feel unsettling, anxious, and look out for something new, anything. Just for the idea of it. We met 7 years ago in a home warming party of our mutual friends, fell in love, and have been married for 3 years now.

Daan is 31 years old, 5 years younger than I am. He is a bright young spirit. Standing 187 cm, with a toned lean torso and hairless pale skin, always with sunny boyish smile on his face. What really makes him stand out is his gorgeous blond hair, waving down to his ear. You can say he is somewhere in between a European twink and an American jock. I like that; the energy and sparks from him always make me feel tinkle inside.

I am somewhat different, more calm, introvert, I like to plan things rather than spontaneously go with the flow. I am slightly taller than Derek, 189 cm, more muscular, thanks to my natural bone structure, and regular visits to the gym, making me look naturally stronger and more mature than he is.

Nonetheless, we both are versatile. Again, like many European couples, we have fluid yet active roles in sex life, thanks to the diverse gay themes in Europe.

It is Thursday when I came back home from work, knowing my beloved husband is working from home, waiting for me for dinner.

“Marc, I have another business trip next week, I wanted to go early on Saturday for this one, so I can spend a day checking out the city.”

“Then you will be out for the entire week?” I asked; he is an auditor at a public accounting firm; travel is common. 

“My return flight is on Friday afternoon with KLM, I would be home around evening if no delays.”

“I hope you can make it in time. I want to visit the beach next weekend, if the weather allows.”

“I want that too”

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On Saturday, after seeing Daan off at Schiphol, I returned home in the late afternoon. Sunshine was still good in the late May. I decided to head to Basic Fit to get some sweat.

It was not crowded around this hour, most people were enjoying sunshine at local parks drinking their heads out. After almost half an hour of heavy lifting and a recovery run, I headed to locker, there I saw my gym buddy David coming in.

“I didn’t expect you here on the weekend. Where is your Daan” David asked.

I smile back, “He is not my Daan; he is just Daan. He went on a biz trip to Berlin.”

“On a Saturday?” David shined his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he wants to have a short break as well.”

“I hope it doesn’t mean to break from you,” we both laughed.

When I came out of the shower, dressed, David was just about to hit gym. He turned to me, “Do you want to hung out tonight?”

David is a single gay student, at 21 or 22. He came to study at the University of Amsterdam from Prague. He is tall, very lean, with long, slim fingers. He has an innocent face as well, which fits into the typical Czech boys I see from my visits to Prague. Just that he may be more talkative and flirty.

“It is warm outside, do you want to visit Vandelpark?”

“Sure, see you around 8? ”

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We bought some drinks and sandwiches, heading straight to the rose garden, where many gay guys from Amsterdam came, dressing whatever they felt conformable. It is packed when we arrived, as I expected, given the rare warm weekend in Holland. I greeted a few of my acquaintances.

While I was about to lie down our accessories, David could not wait to undress himself, revealing a tight baby blue swimming slip, attracting some hungry eyes from a distance. I can see why, he is slim, but not without muscle. And he is young. Gays like youth. David is no shy of it; he deliberately did several slow motions to show off his meat-a piece of lamb in front of all these wolves. Gays in Amsterdam really like wolves. As I said, when people have a hollow life, with no substance but ideas, they start to fall for ideas.

We chatted about many things about life, his studies. He occasionally lay over my torso, grinding his head over my stomach, accessing my skin and my bulge. He is a naughty boy, he likes to tease me, rolling his head, or brushing his hands on different parts of me. I, of course, just let him. I enjoyed his little game. I am a gay man after all. He reminded me of Daan, from the early days of our meeting.

Hours past, It is getting darker, and the garden is getting empty. Only a couple of locals remain, and they were drunk as far as I can tell. Maybe it is all the lust in the air, maybe it is the alcohol we had, maybe it is his on and off teasing, I got hard and leaking, I am always leaking when I am hard.

David’s hand has found his way into my pants, softly fondling my cock. Even now he is still teasing. He massaged my cock up and down, before finding my head, using his index finger to pat the wet spot a couple of times. I look at him and try to hold my breathe steady. He turned, smiling at me deviously. He is such a teaser. Then he pulled out his hand, I felt disappointed. But he only raised his hand to his tongue, tasting it with eyes shut, like really enjoying it, all these happened in slow motion. My cock jerked.

Time passed another hour or so, it is getting really dark. We packed and walked towards the bushes, which is one way out of the garden. It is by then I heard some moan coming from inside of the bushes; David heard it too. I voluntarily slowed down my steps and kept it as quiet as possible.

We moved closer, enough to watch but without being discovered. With slim light, I could see three people cursing. Two were standing, kissing and rubbing each other, while the third one was kneeling in front of them sucking their cocks, each at a time, or both.

I felt hands touching my pecs and abs. Turning my head, it is David, who is hugging me from behind. I am getting really horny now. I always like live outdoor actions. So I didn’t stop David, but rather enjoyed his sensual touches sending electronic currents to my spine, making me shiver. The only thing I can think of is to inhale more air to keep my body under control. But the scene is just too arousal.

When I was back to conscious. David had undone my pants and used his right hand to caress my fully awakened 9 inches. And David is hard too, grinding his hard pole on my muscled bum. As usual, he did it gently, just so gentle that I can feel it, but not really pressing it. I played along.

Few minutes past, the three changed positions; now two guys are sucking the third. They seemed hungry but focused. They didn’t lurk around like most of the cruisers would. I continued to watch, trying to fill more details about the scene.

I quietly turning my head, gazing him with tender affection. He saw through the lust in my expression and sent a firmly and confident stare back at me, asking me to go with it.

Don’t know when another David’s hand found my left nipple, the slim fingers of his like a magic wand, sending waves of sensations to my body, weakening my legs. Suddenly, he fed two fingers to my mouth, it is my own pre cum I am tasting, salty and bitter. I did nothing but allow his fingers to intrude on my mouth; actually, I welcomed them, sucking them fully.

His finger retreated after I had it thoroughly cleaned or wet up. That hand guided my left hand towards his own now leaking cock, warm, well girthed twink cock. It must be at least 7 inches, shorter than mine own but definitely not thinner.

Cupping his cock with my folded palm, he started to fuck my hand, moving forth and back. It didn’t go long before I took control, actively masturbating his big cock. Same time, I was increasing my pace at fucking his hand. We like two gas balloons, waving in some sort of rhythm. 

The cruisers were getting louder now; maybe they are about to finish. And I felt David’s warm mouth behind my right ear, breathing heavily. He was close too. Taking it as an encouragement, I went into full force to jerk him; he did same to me. Both of us lost in it. We could not keep it as quiet as before any more, the cruisers noticed us, but they didn’t stop, neither did we.

That it is, we burst ropes of hot sperm into the warm air almost at the same time, accompanied by several contractions of our torsos. I continued to fondle his cock, scooping last drop of cum from his split, as we both fell into each other. I look into his clear, innocent East European eyes, giving him a long kiss, French kiss.

“Wow, that was hot, wasn’t it.” David’s voice broke the silence night. 

To be continued..

As my boyfriend Charles, and I continued our walk through the bars of sunny New Orleans, we grew more sober but our inhibitions stayed down. The rhythmic sounds of the music vibrated through our veins as we danced. Finally we found ourselves meandering in the in the dimly lit streets. Night falling and my arm tightly  wrapped around Charles.

My boyfriend has a huge kink for anonymous sex and I have a fetish is for cucking. They blend together beautifully, it creates an intense and thrilling dynamic. The encounters we’ve had when indulging in this particular combination have gone beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Watching a stranger invade the body of the man I love, knowing it brings him unparalleled pleasure to not know who he is and not care as long as it’s not his boyfriend, makes me feel amazing.

These encounters blur the lines of trust, control, and jealousy, transforming them into a dance that’s intoxicating. Our love for each other is tested and strengthened as we explore new heights of passion and intimacy.  The men, at times, notice the intimate connection between me and Charles, as they slide inside him. Their reactions range from playing along and indulging the situation to showing complete disregard. Both scenarios turn me on, but the moments when the strangers play into me being a cuck drive me wild.

One asked one time “Why are you in here taking random cock if you have a boyfriend? He not enough for you?” It was honest and curious but I  had to hold back from shooting my load. And my boyfriend, is a master of words, his responses when they play into it always make me stroke my cock harder and faster.

When we first started dating he told me early on his need for anon encounters and when I saw the kind of cocks he liked in comparison I told him I was I cuck.  I was nervous to tell him before, and he was so horny and turned on by it like no other guy I’d been with before had been. That had led to him finding another cock to sit on. The large, throbbing cocks that frequently invade his beautiful ass, leave me  feeling a tad inadequate. I love it so much.

As we strolled along the streets of NOLA we looked at each other and knew it was time to visit our favorite spot in the city. We made our way to the bar on the corner street, and upon entering the clubs, we made a b-line for the stairs that led top floor, to the dark room. As we  sand at the bottom of the narrow dark stairwell, we could already hear the sounds of heavy breathing and flesh slapping against flesh.

I take a moment to enjoy the view as we ascend. My boyfriend’s ass is quite the sight to behold. With each confident step, his tight, black shorts cling to the full, round curves of his massive cheeks, perfectly showcasing their luscious, plump contours.

The shorts ride low on his hips, leaving his jock band exposed,  hugging the small of his back. The sight of that thick band riding just above his waistline, paired with the way the fabric stretches tautly over his supple, round cheeks, is enough to send shivers down my spine.

The tip-top of his hairy crack peeks out from underneath the waistband. I pause suddenly unable to resist, grabbing his hips to halt him too. I’m a few steps below him and at perfect hight  I run my nose along that slick, tender surface. Sniffing the exposed crack. He looked back at me knowingly and says “Soon piggy.” With a wink.

We reach the floor and the scene is straight out of our fantasies. The room was engulfed in dark, save for the faint light emanating from the numerous screens playing porn. Sweaty bodies moved in unison, grinding against one another, and the intoxicating scent of lust filled the air.

We don’t hesitate clasping hands and reaching out to pull each other closer, as the loud moans and grunts filled our ears, we join the writhing mass of bodies. Making our way to the back of the room.

I pushed my back against the wall, my heart racing as my boyfriend pressed against me and whispered into my ear, “You ready for me to show it off, huh baby?” My voice trembled, “Yessss,” as I fished the little brown bottle from my pocket giving him a big hit. His eyes smoldered with desire, the intensity almost indiscernible in the darkness.

“Pull them down for me, baby, leave my jock on though,” he demanded, his breath hot as he moves against my neck. I complied, my fingers lingering on his sweat-slicked skin as I peeled his shorts down, revealing his plump cheeks. I leaned in, kissed him deeply, then dropped to my knees and continued to remove his shorts, burying my nose in his crotch before standing and tucking his shorts into my waistband.

As I continued to kiss my boyfriend, I spread his cheeks wide, letting them clap, each sound met with an eager moan. Like bating a hook to catch a fish. I turned him around, facing the crowd, and spread his cheeks once more, admiring the sight of his sweat-slicked, ready-to-be-devoured entrance. His hands on his knees he squatted down so his hairy cheeks spread and his ass opened for me. The scent of his heat and desire only fueled my own, and I could feel the urgency in my balls. I buried my nose in his hairy hole and closed his cheeks around my face wiggling them to get his scent on me.

The Louisiana heat, bearing down on us all day, had only prepared his tight, inviting hole for my pig mouth. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, musky flavor, and I couldn’t resist any longer, diving in to feast on his intoxicating, sweaty opening.

It didn’t take long, and  our actions began to draw the attention of others in the dark, sweaty room, my boyfriend signaled for a change in position, a double tap on my hands that still gripped his ass cheeks. My instincts took over, and I immediately withdrew my face from his hole, standing.

With urgency, I pulled him back into me, his ass pressed against my aching crotch, cock rock- hard. I fumbled with my buttons, the haste making the task clumsy, but finally undid them, allowing my shorts to fall to the ground. My cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum.

It is neither long nor particularly thick, and, while it may be more enough for everyday fucks, it’s not quite enough for him when he gets like this and has a need for anon raw cock. However my head is huge, and he loves it when I slip just that inside him to massage his prostate.

We could see a significant crowd around us “Should I turn around and show them what they want, babe?”  My boyfriend whispered as his head leaned on my shoulder, the thought  of hands, fingers, and tongues diving into his ass sent a heady burst of pleasure through me.

I didn’t answer I just turned him back around and started to kiss him, presenting his quivering, ass to the eager onlookers, the air in the room seemed to thicken with desire. A frenzy of hands shot out, groping and clutching, their fingers diving into his tight, waiting entrance without hesitation. Men began to lose themselves in his  flesh, their own arousal growing with each touch.

One of the men, decides push the others out the way and bend down behind Charles and he lowers his head towards his tight, hairy ass crack. The stranger’s tongue venturing into my partner’s hole causes my boyfriend to moan into my chest, his body trembling with excitement.

“Spread my cheeks for him, babe,” he whispers to me, his voice filled with raw need and anticipation. “Let him get a better access to my sweet hole.” I watch and oblige, as he bends  forward slightly, and I spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing the pink, puckered hairy entrance. The man behind him wastes no time, diving in, and the sound of his eager, lapping tongue against his exposed skin makes me moan out loud. The combination of the new, intimate sensation and the sight of his ass being worshipped by a complete stranger sends shivers down my spine, fueling the fiery furnace of desire that rages between us both.

The man finishes, stands up, and slaps my boyfriend’s ass with a resounding SMACK that makes him yelp and jolt. He saunters up to us, and places his hand on my boyfriend’s, he whispers in his ear before guiding his hand to wrap around the base of his member. The secret conversation leaving me out.

My boyfriend’s eyes widen as he looks up at the stranger, excitement playing on his face. Nodding obediently, he agrees to the man’s proposition, unable to resist the allure of the mammoth cock now in his hand. I am also entranced by the sight of the enormous, pulsating member, and as I join my boyfriend in stroking it, I can’t help but gasp in awe. This monster of a cock must be over nine inches long and thick as fuck.

The man, satisfied, saunters off, “What did he say to you?” I ask frantically in his ear eager to know the details, of what my man agreed to.

My boyfriend, still reeling from the encounter, swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “He said, ‘After you take a few loads in you, I’ll come back and taste you again. If I taste enough cum in there, I’ll fuck you with this,’ and then, he he grabbed his massive cock and placed it in my hand….. AHHHH FUCKKKKKK” A shudder runs down my spine as I contemplate the graphic images conjured by his words. But then he pushes his chest into me his head laying on my shoulder as someone grabs his hips. The prospect of my boyfriend filled with sperm, wouldn’t be part of my imagination for much longer the man who took the cum hungry man’s  place behind my  boyfriend wasted no time, he quickly aligned his dick, with my partner’s quivering hole. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust into him, the sensation of his engorged member stretching my boyfriend’s tight hole making him moan in ecstasy.

I lean in closer to Charles my face barely an inch away from his, watching the intense expressions that flash across his features. I see the raw, unbridled pleasure, the desperation for more, and the utter dependence on this stranger’s savage handling of my boyfriend’s body. I give him a big hit from the little brown bottle. I reach behind him and feel the base of the man’s cock. It is thick as fuck, I have no clue how long it is, but from the look on my man’s face, I’m sure it isn’t disappointing. Feeling emboldened by the sight before me I speak loud enough for the man to hear “Yeahhhh. Fuck my boyfriend, man. Fuck his hole good with your big cock. Make him feel it deep.”

The sound of my encouragement only serves to fuel the man’s lust, his powerful thrusts growing faster and more brutal. My boyfriend, lost in the haze of his desires, moans, a symphony of raw, unadulterated pleasure, as his ass is ruthlessly violated, leaving both of us aroused, breathless, and hungrier for more.

My boyfriend, caught up in the dizzying swirl of sensation, is momentarily distracted, his gaze drifting as his gaze going hazy with lust and that cock assaulting his senses. His neck, previously arched and taut, now sags limply and swings succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure only to stiffen once more when it hits the right spot multiple time. He throws his head back with a rasping moan.

I am determined to keep my lover grounded in us, and grab him by the throat, making him meet my gaze. My piercing eyes hold him captive as I remind him of the primal, animalistic reason he’s here: to submit to the rough, anonymous cock plundering his ass and feed my need to see him love it. To reinforce my  control, I lick his swollen lips and bite down pulling him into me, a wicked, possessive claim. Reaching behind him, I smack his ass and shake it, the sting makes his eyes widen and I tighten my grip on his throat.

He moans into my mouth, his body shuddering with the pleasure that overwhelms him. He may be a slut, willingly offering his body to the unknown, anonymous men who get to claim and mark him for a time, but that does not diminish the undeniable bond between the two of us. My little cock that can’t give him what he needs, doesn’t mean he isn’t mine, his mind body and soul say that in eyes this moment as he’s being fucked and I kiss him more softly this time. I own him just as deeply as he owns me. As I continue to kiss him deeply and maintain eye contact, I reach between his legs and stroke his erect cock, making him pant in my grip, and we both share a moment of unspoken understanding, the two of us bound by an unbreakable thread of kinky need and love.

He pants, caught in the thrall of the moment, and it reminds me that other men cum have to fill his guts before he can savor the monstrous cock that he craves. I know that’s what he truly needs tonight, to be ravaged and used.

The man behind my boyfriend, moans and driven by my words “Load up my boyfriend, I need you to put your seed in him. Mark him with your load.” My fervent pleas echoed by the agreements of my boyfriend, speeds up the pace of his frenzied thrusts. He, too, is intoxicated by the rapturous sensations that envelop him, his body quivering as he nears his breaking point.

The room is punctuated by the sound of grunts and moans, a primal symphony of uninhibited carnal lust. The man, unable to contain himself any longer, lets out a guttural, earth-shattering roar as he deposits the first load inside my boyfriend’s quivering, inviting depths. The man let out a deep sigh slapped his ass and left pulling on his pants as he walked towards the stairs.

But it’s only the beginning, the first load we need to get that big dicked stranger back here to evaluate and taste his hole, to deem it worthy to fuck.

I watch, feel his ass in the dark as the first seed-filled load slowly seeps out of my man’s loosing ass. My fingers touching it, slick with the viscous liquid, gently tracing circles around the raw, exposed opening, feeling the hot, pulsating effect of the stranger’s ravenous lust.

I pull my boyfriend’s face up closer to mine to  deepen the kiss, so he is now standing up straight and I am not hunched over. We are sharing the taste of the anonymous, raw experience. In this moment, the two of us are in perfect unison, our lips entwined, my fingers circling his hole, and your hearts beating as one in the throbbing rhythm of unyielding want.

A stranger, approaches and he unapologetically pushes my hand away, the roughness of his actions a testament to his eagerness to claim my boyfriend for himself.

The stranger’s large hand, rough and calloused, spreads Charles’ reddened, swollen cheeks apart, exposing now gapping hole. And he lets out a moan “mmmm already used my favorite.”

As the stranger’s throbbing, menacing erection teeters at the edge of my boyfriend’s spread crack, Charles reacts, sliding his ass back ever so slightly, inviting the man to take him. His wyes look up at me again, brimming with desirer and the unspoken message of trust and surrender passes between the two of us.

I reach back guiding the stranger’s raw, uncut member with surety, I pull, nudging him further in, without the slightest hesitation, the man plunges forward, filling his cummy hole with a forceful, primal claim. The room is filled with the wet, carnal sounds of their bodies colliding, the smack of flesh on flesh punctuating the cacophony of their lust. Fast and hard.

The new man, is a deliberate contrast to these frenzied actions, he pumps his engorged length in and out at a languid pace. The difference is both exhilarating and erotic, his unhurried advances adding another layer to our lust.

As the man’s measured thrusts continue, I mirror his movements by stroking his cock when he pulls out of his hole, the pleasure of the moment heightens his fuck.

My fingers are coated in the slick cum and ass juice of my man’s hole. I pull off the man’s cock and step back. As the intensity of the moment reaches a fever pitch, I cannot resist the urge to raise my cum- and ass juice-slicked hand to my nose, inhaling deeply the intoxicating nasty scent of my dirty slut boyfriend.

A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I present my hand to my boyfriend, inviting him to partake in the sensory experience. He eagerly takes in the heady fragrance, his eyes meeting mine and sniffing deep, moaning hard.

Without breaking the connection, I use the slick residue from your hand to stroke my throbbing cock, the motion smooth and deliberate. As my pleasure mounts, I  lower my hand, guiding my aching, swollen member to my boyfriend’s eager, parted lips. I shove it in, taking pleasure in the way his tongue dances along the underside, and tries to clean off every inch to taste all of that cum.

As the stranger’s pace remains unchanged, you hear his voice rise above the symphony of lust that fills the room. Repeating the phrase “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” his moans trails off taking on an incoherent speech. I pull my cock out of my man’s mouth.

Pulling Charles up and pushing the man back, I can’t hold back any longer, urgently pulling him away from the stranger’s cock. In the space of a heartbeat, I press my lips to his, a fervent, desperate kiss fueled by a shared desire for release.

Circling his ass once more, I confess my voice breathless and raw with arousal. “I need to cum. I can’t stand this. I’m so turned on.” I put his hand on my cock to ask him to stroke me off.  In a sudden flash of inspiration form him, a solution presents itself. “Well, I need loads to get that man to come back and fuck me, so add your load to me, baby.” I nodded furiously and took my hand off my cock to stop my self form cumming. 

(Part 2 Submited! Coming soon.) 

The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for a mature audience. 

My grandparents died within two weeks of each other.  Guess one couldn’t stand to be around without the other.  They’d been married since they were eighteen, fresh out of high school.  Retired when they were in their early sixties, relocated to the Deep South and kicked off only a few years after.  Didn’t seem fair, even to me who was only in my mid-twenties and had, hopefully, a long way to go.  You work all your damned life, reach the point that you can finally relax, and then boom you’re gone.  It taught me a valuable lesson:  I’ll be damned if that was going to happen to me. 

The folks went back and forth over what they were going to do with the property.  Gramps and Granny had left behind, among other things, a two-bedroom house in a wooded development.  Mom, who was their only child, hemmed and hawed over what to do with the property.  One day she wanted to sell; the next, she didn’t.  There was no chance of their relocating.  Dad had a good-paying job in the city up North.  And Mom had all her girlfriends who, quite honestly, she spent more time with than her own family.  Ultimately they decided to hang onto it and use it as their vacation home.  The place was only a short drive to the coastline and the popular beaches. 

I had other ideas.   At twenty-five, I still lived with the folks.  Okay, so I’m a bit of a freeloader.  Not much freedom, but it was cheaper that way.  My job provided the luxury of working from my room-office.  I only put in four days a week, but the pay was good.  Kinda sucked, though, that I could never bring a guy home for the night.  I truly needed my own place. 

Presented the idea to Mom and Dad over dinner one night.  I had thought of everything to persuade them to agree with me taking over the Carolina place.  Mom was a bit reluctant (didn’t want her one and only to fly from the coop).  Dad was more receptive.  My persuasive argument was that the place lay vacant for fifty weeks out of the year.  Renting was risky.  I could be there full-time (free, of course) attending to the upkeep of the place.  When I generously offered to foot the bill for any repairs Dad said that wouldn’t be necessary.  Gotta love that guy.  Mom finally relented, promising to visit often.  Oh, boy! 

Within a matter of days, I had my car packed up and was ready to roll.  There was a lot of hugging from the folks and tears from Mom.  Jeez, you’d have thought I was going overseas to fight in a war.  In my rear view mirror I saw them still waving as I rounded the corner and left the street I’d lived on since birth.  Hopefully for the last time. 

It was a ten-hour drive but it took me eleven.  My fault.  On one of my gas stops I went to the rest room to relieve my bladder and wound up sucking off a big, burly trucker.  What can I say?  When I see something I like I’ve got to get down on it.  By the amount of rich, tasty cum that guy shot he probably hadn’t gotten off in weeks.  My belly was so full I wouldn’t need to stop for lunch or dinner. 

I arrived a bit after eight.  By the time I had unloaded the car and did a cursory inspection of the place I was bushed.  Found it a bit creepy to sleep in my grand folk’s bedroom with all their stuff still there so I opted for the guest room.  Slept like a log with visions of hairy trucker’s cocks filling my dreams. 

Now, allow me to make a little confession here.  I’m mostly attracted to older guys.  I’m twenty-five and my interest starts at about forty, occasionally a few years younger.  I don’t know what it is.  Maybe I have a daddy complex.  No, I’ve never done my own Dad.  Not that he’s grotesque, but the idea of it is.  At least to me.  In high school my Geometry teacher fucked me through all four years and at College I had more than one Professor who delighted in my oral and anal ministrations.   I’ve never had a problem attracting the type I prefer.  While I’m not exactly a GQ cover model I’m not all that bad.  A bit ordinary, I suppose.  Medium length sandy-brown hair, grey-blue eyes, lightly tanned complexion, and a lean, lightly muscled bod.  My cock is a smooth perfect seven, invitingly arced and topped by a juicy plumb. It has been giving me lots of pleasure ever since I figured out what it was used for. 

The next few days were spent packing away all of my grandparent’s stuff which didn’t quite fit in with my aesthetic.  Which was a lot.   And then there were their clothes.  When they had passed Mom and Dad had made a quick trip down there and hadn’t gotten around to disposing of their wardrobe.  All that stuff I packed up, drove down to the local Goodwill and replaced with my own garb.  I needed to do some shopping for artwork and bric-a-brac, but there’d be time for that later.   Instead, I loaded up on items for the fridge and pantry, cruising a cute teen clerk in the Produce department just for fun.  He knew exactly what I was doing and shot me a pearly toothed smile.

Then there was the problem of the swimming pool.  Just outside the sliding patio doors in the “sunroom” was an expansive area fenced on all three sides with a kidney-shaped pool serving as its nucleus.  It was a hot mess!  Full of leaves from the tall trees which bordered the back of the property.  And algae city!  For this I needed professional assistance.   Put an ad out on the local FB page, selected one with the best reviews and hired him.  Nearly creamed my designer jeans (well, actually they were shorts—very short shorts.  It’s hot as the pits of hades here in the summertime) when he came to inspect the situation.  Nice looking guy of about six feet with dark blond hair and thick mustache, piercing blue eyes and a fit looking bod.  His partner was a good deal younger, just as hot but with a lot of tattoos and piercings. 

As it turned out, they were brothers.  The younger was a wild one and had gotten himself into a bit of trouble with the law.  Older bro had taken him under his wing in an attempt to straighten him out before that boy became bait for every horny convict in a jailhouse.  They returned next day to begin work.  Must have been one hundred degrees out there in no shade.  To my delight they were stripped down to shorts in no time.  Talk about temptation?  I was frequently trotting out back in my sluttish Daisy Duke cut-offs with Iced Tea and, as the day wore on, beer.

The job required more than one day.  I wasn’t the least bit upset about that.  Other than an unappetizing green hue the pool was beginning to look good.  They’d been working at it for about half an hour (with me peeking through the kitchen window and stroking my cock) when the younger one headed to the patio door.  He knocked once and then let himself in as I scrambled to put my piece back in captivity.  Encountering me in the kitchen he announced he had to take a piss.  I knew he couldn’t have missed the outline of my hardon throbbing against the crotch of my too-tight cut-offs.  I directed him to the bathroom.  The kid didn’t even bother shutting the door behind him and I heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy stream hitting the water in the bowl.  When I looked down I saw a wet spot where the head of my cock pulsed. 

When he came prancing out I immediately noticed his shorts were still unzipped.  Cockily standing before me he grabbed his bulge, squeezed and said, “Don’t think we don’t see you peepin’ at us.  So, you wanna get fucked or what?”

My shorts (no undies) were down in a flash and I was holding onto the edges of the counter with my ass thrust back at him.  I grunted when he shoved his dick into me, quickly discovering he had one more piercing.  That kid rode me like a runaway train.  And I loved every second of it.  When he came he shouted out, held onto my hips and filled me up with sweet young cum.  The sound of a clearing throat brought my attention to the doorway where big brother was leaning against the frame stoking his big one.

“What’d I tell you about fucking the customers?” he demanded, but not especially angrily.  Next thing I knew he had taken his baby bro’s place and was heaving his thick meat in and out of my already warmed-up hole.  To tell the truth, I couldn’t say one was better than the other.  They both had a good family act going on.  Eventually he came, growling and holding my ass flush against his groin as he seeded me.  Afterwards, I contracted with them as my pool service techs.  A once-a-week visit would get the pool cleaned and chemically treated.  And I would get my hungry hole treated by whichever one was servicing the area that week. 

As it turned out the young wild one was my pool boy the following week while his older brother attended to another customer.  The kid wasted no time.  He fucked me right out there on the diving board before he even attended to the pool.  He was a bit rougher than I was used to, slapping my ass as he fucked it and leaving tell-tale welts.  But I liked it.  When he was finished vacuuming and adding chemicals, sans clothing, he stretched out in a lounge chair and had me suck him off.  This time my hair got pulled and my face smacked as he thrust his fullness up into my gagging throat.  Called me all sorts of vulgar names as I gave him a superior blow job and blasted a super-tasty load which I eagerly scarfed down.

A couple days later I was lounging out back in the buff, getting a nice all-over tan and listening to tunes through my buds.  Wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was a comfortable eighty-something degrees.  The sun’s rays felt awesome on my firm ass cheeks.  Couldn’t do this kind of stuff in the back yard back home, only at the nude beach which was a short distance away.  I was comfortably laying there on my belly, my hard dick poking through the latticework of the lounge as I thought about next week’s visit from the pool men.  While I enjoyed the aggressiveness of the younger one, I was sort of hoping next week’s tech would be the brother.  I hadn’t had a chance to suck his dick yet and was horned up thinking about it.  Of course, the ultimate would have been if they showed up as a team, the young one pounding my puss as the older one fucked my tonsils.  My dick was throbbing down below as I envisioned the lurid scenario.  I started grinding myself against the lounge, my dick moving in and out of the space created by the crossing straps of the chair’s lattice.  My ass began to rise and fall as I more determinedly fucked the makeshift glory hole.

I heard a shrill whistle.  Was it an audio effect in the dance tune playing in my ears?  There it was again.  Confused, I ceased my chair humping and lifted on my forearms to look around me.  As my attention shifted to the back fence I froze.  Standing there with a sly smile on his face, leaning on his thick and hairy forearms across the back fence was the neighbor from across the street.  An older guy, married with adult children, probably mid to late fifties.  Name was Huck (not sure if that was his birth name or a nick).   Not a tall guy, maybe five-nine or ten, but with big arms and a bull’s neck.  And a beer drinker’s belly.  His face was creased and read like a road map but the eyes set therein sparkled like two jewels.  I had been fairly certain that the too-brown-for-his-age hair atop his head was a toup, especially since the fur going down the back of his scruffy neck was gray-to-white. 

When I met him out by the mailbox, shortly after moving in, I knew instantly that he was a homegrown Southern boy.  It was all there in that dialect.  We’d only talked briefly, him offering condolences over my grandparents and me telling of my intent to take over their home.  His grip when he shook my hand was extremely firm, his warm skin rough and calloused.  This was a guy who either was, or had once been, a blue-collar laborer.  A real man, capital M.A.N.  When I turned away to head back to the house, I was sprouting a hardon under my, thankfully, baggy shorts.   Barely made it in the door before they were down, the junk mail scattered about on the floor, and I was flogging my dick while fantasizing having that “good ole boy” atop me.  Told you I had a thing for older dudes.  Now I had one right across the street.   (As it turned out, there were quite a few.  This was, after all, mostly a fifty-five and older community.)

Now I had been caught red-faced (and not from the sun) with my hard dick dripping beneath the lounge and my bare ass there for his amused eyes.  As I said earlier, the property backed up on wetlands.  There was much foliage and tall trees, which provided utmost privacy.  I would not have been out there as I was, otherwise.  Well, maybe not.  The fence on both sides was tall and bordered by even taller bushes from the outside, providing utmost seclusion.  The lengthy back, however, was only four feet of crisscrossing lattice between evenly spaced posts.  Anyone walking back there had a clear view of the pool area.  With the neighboring back yards on both sides thoroughly fenced-in I hadn’t a reason to think anyone would be wandering back there. 

Trapped in a compromising position what else was I to do but rise up on my elbows, pull out the buds and say, “Hey, neighbor!”

He was grinning with amusement.  “Looks like you’re enjoyin’ the day, son.”

Son?  Oh, fuck yeah.  My dick pulsed.  “Sure am.  Wasn’t expecting anyone to be roaming around back there.”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he replied.  No he wasn’t.  “Rang your bell a couple times, saw your car in the garage so I took a chance you might be back here.”

That heavy Southern accent was making my ass lips tingle.  I hoped he could see that.  Those mischievous eyes of his were definitely roaming.  “Something I can help you with?” I asked suggestively, no longer embarrassed by my nudity, and hoping my neighbor-man would poke his cock through the fence and say yes.

“See you got pool help,” he said.  Boy, do I ever, I thought. 

”Sure do,” I replied.  “Don’t know much about pool maintenance so I had to hire a professional.”  Pros, hot and hunky and with dicks to die for. 

“If I’da known I coulda helped you with that,” he went on.  “Got one of my own.”

There is something else you can help me out with.  This dick of mine, the head scraping the ground beneath and the itch up my ass.   But instead, “Gee, thanks.  That’s mighty neighborly of you.”

“You notice the grass been fresh cut? “In fact, I had wondered about that.  “I been doin’ it since your Grandpa died.  Kinda a favor to your Grandma.  She was a nice lady.”

“She was a sweetheart,” I agreed.  I was itching to wrap my fist around my cock and beat off.  Here we were, me nude and hard, having this casual conversation.

Almost sheepishly, he continued, “I’d be willin’ to keep doin’ it for ya if’n you want.  I got me a ridin’ mower.  I do a few of the neighborhood yards around here.”

“That would be great!”  I replied enthusiastically.  “How much do you charge?”

“Well now,” he said, looking down bashfully, “I’m sure we could work somethin’ out.”

Boldly I said, “Why don’t you come back here and we can, ahem, discuss it?”

Excitement flared in those sparkling eyes.   I fearlessly rose from the lounge and, my raging hardon leading the way, went over to the gate at the side and flipped the latch, permitting him entrance.  I’d never seen an aging man move as fast as he did.  He stepped through the entrance wearing baggy worn jeans, a loose t-shirt and sockless loafers on his feet.  I quickly shut and latched the gate behind him.  He stood there before me with a nervous smile on his heavily lined face.  My hand quickly reached out and latched onto his crotch.  Boy, I hoped I was reading him right.  Sure enough, he had a hard mound there.  I squeezed and watched beads of sweat pop out on his high brow.  And it wasn’t just from the sun.

“Well, hel-lo neighbor,” I chimed.  “Nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise,” he gushed almost timidly, his breath smelling of coffee.  As I reached for his zipper, I took one of his paws in my other and wrapped it around my hard dick.  At first he resisted but curiosity, I guess, got the better of him.  His calloused hand wrapped around my dick and, with my coaxing, began stroking.  “I ain’t no queer,” he announced.  “It got me a wife of nigh onto near forty years.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I reassured him.  “I’m queer enough for the both of us.”

“I-I wasn’t sure,” he stammered.  “You don’t seem like one of them there fairies.”  Fairies?  Boy, was this guy ever backwoods and old school.   

“We come in all shapes and sizes,” I told him.   Speaking of shapes and sizes, the pecker I’d flushed from his fly was fairly impressive.  His Daddy dong was a solid eight, I figured, and quite thick, indeed.  Those nasty veins haphazardly rising from the hairy base were visibly pulsating with hot blood.  His dickhead was fat, blunt tipped and leaking.  Whether it was pre-cum or piss, I wasn’t exactly sure.  I’d learned long ago that old guys sometimes had pee control issues.  Not that I cared.  I can be a piss pig for the right guy.  

I clutched the shaft and ran my thumb over the piss slit.  He grumbled and more fluid drooled from the gaping lips.  Although I already knew it wasn’t urine, I brought my digit to my mouth for a taste of his juice.  He grunted again at my ribald display.  My hand took hold again and ran that cock from the head down to those silver-grey coated balls.  His calloused paw was still on my stiffie and he was slowly whacking it as if it was his own.   His hand was strong and sure, the fingers like sausages.  His brawny forearms were thick and corded. 

Running my free hand up under his t-shirt I felt what once must have been a rugged chest.  His meaty pectorals were coated with fuzz and his nipples were quite large and rigid.  I took one between my fingers and squeezed, eliciting another deep groan from the Silverdad. 

“You’re in good shape for a guy your age,” I acknowledged.  He proceeded to tell me he had worked his father’s farm from a young age and then took it over after his Pa was gone.  Apparently, they had a huge spread with fields of wheat and corn which the family cultivated and sold at the market.  When bailing straw and hay he became adept at using hooks to lift and carry the bail.  All this work had built him a strong upper body.  Working most of his life outdoors under a blazing sun also explained his deeply grooved leathery face.

Unfortunately, the day of the farmer had long passed and times became tough.  His young son and daughter had no interest in farming and it was becoming expensive to hire on help.  He contemplated a land developer’s lucrative offer for a long while before accepting.  It saddened him to let it go, but if he held on much longer the county would have taken it over.  The deal was sweet.  If he played his cards right, he would never have to work again.  The farmland, now a major housing development, was only a few miles away from where we now stood.  He took a drive out there every once in a while to sit and reminisce, saddened by the loss but fortunate he had gotten out when he did.

To tell you the truth, I really didn’t care about any of this.  At the moment all I wanted was his cock inside me.  He was ramrod stiff, pulsing like a motherfucker and seemed ready to shoot. 

“Seems like your old cock-a-doodle-doo hasn’t had much attention lately,” I remarked.

“Onliest time I fuck my wife is when the lights are out and she’s on her side.  And that’s maybe two, three times a year,” he confessed, releasing my dick.  “Since she went through her changes, she don’t wanna no more.  And she’s gotten so fat and gawt damned ugly it’s hard even gettin’ it up fer her.”  I had seen the beast; he wasn’t lying.  Such a shame, I thought.  Even with that cheesy toupee he was a stud.

Figuring he might as well be as stripped down as me I hastily lifted his “t” over his head and flung it aside.  Letting go of his dick I slapped my hands against his pecs, kneaded the flesh and taunted the nips.  “You’re a real catch, Huck.  Any woman would be glad to be fucked by a guy like you.  And some of us guys.”  Old Huck got a pleased look on his lined face and puffed up his chest proudly, an action which made his buds even fuller.  I dove in for a taste, swirling my tongue around one teat and then the other.  As I sucked and chewed on the meat Huck’s big hands came behind my head and held me in place.

“Dayum, I ain’t never had nobody do that to me before,” he gushed huskily.  “That feels good.”

I paused long enough to abandon the tit, only momentarily, to look up at him.  “That’s because you’ve never had a man at your service.  Believe me, neighbor, you’re going to wish you’d tried it sooner.”

I resumed milking his teats, making them stand out nice and puffy.  They’d stay that way for days, making him hard every time they brushed against his shirt.  My tongue glided up over his chest to his arm pit.  I burrowed under his arm and, understanding, he lifted the limb giving me free access.  As I cleaned out the funky pit he actually sighed.  Boy, this old guy had become like putty in my hands.  His sow of a wife was going to get exactly what she wanted:  he’d never need to fuck her again with me living in the neighborhood. 

I went from one pit to the other, avoiding his lips on my trek across his chest.  I figured it was too soon for him to mug it up with another dude.  Another time.  I licked hell out of that pit, too, leaving it dripping in saliva before running my tongue straight down the middle of his chest, his hairs tickling my licker.  Over the mound of his belly, swirling around and into his navel, and further downward I went.  Yanking his pants and boxers all the way down as I got to my knees, I took him from behind the haunches while his dick was directly in front of me. 

Because I could feel his legs quivering, I suggested we move over to a lounge chair.  He hobbled over with pants around his ankles and laid across the one I had been earlier fucking.  I stripped him of sneakers, socks, pants and underwear so he was now as nude as me.  Standing before him I stroked my cock as I feasted on him with my eyes.  For an old dude he wasn’t bad.  Not bad, at all.  Oh sure, there were some tell-tale signs.  Places where the skin was a bit lax, age-related thickness to his frame, the white-grey hairs on his body, the obvious toup, but he still looked like a buffet to me.  I actually smacked my lips before I attacked. 

Crawling up between his spread legs I reached out for his pecker.  Using the flat of my palm I pressed it back against his protruding belly and went for his nuts.  The thick vein on the underside of his prick pulsed against my palm with unbridled expectation.  When I sucked one sweaty, hairy ball into my mouth he groaned.  When I sucked the other one in, running my tongue along the crease between them, he emitted a sexy Southern moan.  His nuts were a mouthful, for sure, and ripe after being confined during the afternoon heat.  I licked, sucked and chewed on that bag while his cock fought against my hand restraint.  I felt his free-flowing pre-cum leaking over my hand.  This good ole’ boy was all mine.

He probably thought he was finally going to get blown when I freed his aching nuts.  But I wasn’t finished exploring yet.  Still holding his cock captive under one hand I pushed his nuts up and out of the way with the other, exposing the highway to glory.  Old Huck squirmed and grumbled as my tongue slapped wetly over his tasty taint.  Each time my long tongue slithered through the secret spot his entire body jumped.  It was sticky and tart but tasted all male.  When the tip of my licker touched the wrinkled lips of his hole I thought he was going to rocket off that chaise lounge.   I zeroed in on that steamy Southern hole, quick flicking the rubbery ring and willing it to open for me.  It was fairly obvious Big Bertha, nor anyone else, had ever sampled his hetero shitter and I was fully committed to showing him what he’d been missing while keeping himself for the so-called fairer sex.

Kept on working to relax those tight lips before finally digging my way inside.   His sphincter fought, but I’m a persistent ass eater.  His ass flesh quivered when I slipped into that tight hole.  As my tongue slithered around inside his lower extremities, I glanced up to see him there in apparent ecstasy, the front of one husky forearm across his brow as if shielding himself from the sun and a constant low wail escaping from his open mouth.  I locked my lips around his grasping hole and noisily sucked while I tongue-fucked his grasping ass.  He was sizzling like country fried sausage on a skillet, his deep-throated moans of pleasure music to my ears.

That cock of his was growing harder to contain so I slipped my tongue from his grasping hole, dropped his balls and released the monster.  It slapped up in the air, spraying my face with beads of pre-cum.  My tongue flattened against the base of his throbbing member and I worked my way upward, exploring every veined contour of his meat.  At the crest I swirled around his heavily leaking cockhead, tasting the flowing man juice.   In my experience older guys didn’t normally secrete as much, but my neighbor Huck was flowing heavy.  I grabbed for his balls, squeezed and dragged them downward between his thighs.  The effect was Huck’s prick standing more upright.  I took him in my mouth and then deeper, deeper into my throat. 

Took me a few years to perfect this feat, but by now I’m a pro at it.  Practiced first on a big fat, foot long cucumber until I was eating the entire thing.  Was jonesing to try It on the real thing for the longest until finally, one night at the holes at the dirty bookstore in the city a monster came through the opening.  I showed him my practiced accomplishment.  Just like I was now doing to old Huck.  My good neighbor was maybe four inches shy of a foot, but eight inches is eight inches.  It fit comfortably in my gullet.  The rock-hard shaft was dancing in my throat as I purposely hummed around it.  Huck was a-buckin’ like a rodeo rider.  Guess he never got full-throated before, either.  Poor old guy.  Welp, goes to show you.  You’re never too old for new experiences.

His hips were thrusting up against me, fucking his unit inside the hot, wet confines of my face hole.  I let him go for it; I’m easy that way.  Only thing is, I didn’t want him cumming quite yet.  I wasn’t done with his training.  It wasn’t easy but I managed to hold his hips down while his cock flexed in my windpipe and my lips chewed on his hairy root.  Finally, and steadily, I came up off him, my tongue pressed against the thick underside, until it popped from my mouth.  I gave the head one more teasing swipe before rising.

The look of disappointment in him was endearing.  But he had nothing to fret over.  Turning to face away from him I straddled the lounge and deliberately lowered my ass to his crotch.  Not dumb at all, Huck caught on right away and held his old Johnson steady by the base.  The sticky head touched my hole and I pushed downward.  It was an easy fit.  I’d practiced there with the cuke, as well.  Many times behind my locked bedroom door.  Surprising that Mom never wondered where the cukes and zucchini had gone to.

Every inch of that straight neighbor’s dick felt amazing as I sat down on it.  I wriggled my butt from side to side, front to back and worked it in until all eight were up my puss.  With my glutes pressed firmly against his groin I used my inner muscles to sluttishly squeeze the buried cock.  Although I trained my hole with produce, I knew it to be pleasingly tight.  Glancing over my shoulder I observed the look of wonder on Huck’s weathered face.  His wife’s fat, sloppy cunt was no match for my male pussy.  His dick probably hadn’t been in anything this taut in years. 

With a satisfied smile, confident this man was in my control, I slowly pulled off.  I was still closely watching the object of my conquest.  Huck’s glazed eyes were on my hungry hole, observing as it released his cock.  My ass lips fluttered around the rim of his cockhead before I pushed down to the root again.  I was certain I heard a husky sigh as he was once again buried in my moist warmth.  This time I didn’t’ hesitate, immediately rising up only to glide down again.  I was taking my time fucking myself on his rigid staff.  It had been a while for me, although probably not as long as for this stud.  Although it was a challenge not to go wild on his cock, I wanted him to enjoy it every bit as much as myself.

Down again, grinding myself on his crotch before once more beginning the ascent I looked back again and saw a man in utter bliss.  “You likin’ that boy pussy, neighbor?” I asked, already confident of the answer.  (Okay, so at twenty-five I’m no longer a “boy”, but to this guy I might as well have been.)

“Fuck, yeah!” he managed, his eyes locked on the point of contact.  “Tight fuckin’ pussy.” 

“It’s all yours, neighbor,” I assured him as I worked myself up and down the slick shaft.  What the heck, I needed a fuck buddy and was into older guys.  Perfect match. 

I had deliberately positioned myself facing away from him, figuring it might be a bit much for him to see my happy staff as I rode him.  Now was not the best time to potentially cream his face when I blasted off.  There was time for that later.  He was retired and home all day while his bitch worked.  One day soon I’d have him atop me, doing all the work.  In the throes of passion I’d “accidentally” whip off that cheap toupee, and then rub his bald head like a fortune teller’s crystal ball.  I was sure he would look older without it but, for me, the older the better.

As passion consumed me, I began rising and falling with ever increasing speed until I was literally sailing over his dick.  His coarse hands were now holding me by the hips.  His moans were constant.  I half expected one of my side-yard neighbors to trek back along the low fence to see what was happening.  Boy, what a sight they would behold!  At this point I was far enough gone that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.  Doubted old Huck could either.

Damn, I loved the way that cock felt spreading my ass walls, taunting my inner button and filling my starved hole.  I was panting like a motherfucker, sweating like a dog in the sun and literally throwing myself down on that fat dick.  I was beyond carried away.  My head was lolling about on my shoulders, my tongue hung from a corner of my mouth and my eyes were rolling around in their sockets.  I couldn’t take much more.  I wanted to.  Oh, how I wanted to.  But I had gone too far.

Just then I felt Huck’s cock expand even wider.  Chancing another look I saw him grinding his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and stiffening.  His tits were so rigid they looked like they might pop right off his chest.  Perhaps he might even flip his wig.  With a deep, manly bellow he thrust his crotch up into me and began firing.  For an old guy, Huck came an awful lot.  Surge after surge hosed down my insides with his cock throbbing against my prostate.  All of a sudden I was panting, too.   I swear I saw stars, or something like it, as thick gooey cream blasted from my cock to shoot clear across the chaise and seed the grass below.  I don’t think I’d ever cum as much.  Doubted Huck had shot that big a load in years, either. 

There under the bright sun in the great wide open I milked his cock of every last drop, grateful to be seeded by this hot older man.  It took us both a while to come down.  I guess me on top of him, still working him with my twat muscles, kept us both in the throes of lust.  When I was finally able to catch my breath I slid off his pussy pleaser, turned to offer him a hand and helped him up from the lounge.  There was a look of contentment on his face as well as a trace of shyness.  Old fuck couldn’t believe another guy had gotten him off so well.  Taking hold of his half-hard dick I squeezed and fondled.  I’ll be damned if it didn’t begin stiffening again.

“Thanks for welcoming me to the neighborhood,” I seductively said.  “Looks like we’re going to be the best of buds.”  He grinned somewhat sheepishly.  Buck was as drenched in perspiration as I, so I led him by his cock to the pool stairs.   While I immersed myself he went in waist deep, dropped down to his shoulders and used his hands to splash water on his sweat-sheened face.  I know, the toupee.  I’d break him of that.  Before long he’d be tossing it in the trash. 

If Huck was a representative of the over fifty-five crowd in this development I knew I’d be getting the folks to sign their property over to me in no time. 

Wilton Manors is the gayest town in America-right next door to  Fort Lauderdale.

Joe and Earl, good looking gay guys in their 50’s, run a gay health food store; (with the help of roomate, (and sex toy), blonde, twink, Ronnie). In the back of the house is a long attached building with three large  bathrooms (for the handicapped), and a large gay laundry room(that brings in money)-with washers, driers and a sink.

All windows have a silvery plastic-opaque covering to keep out the heat. The bathrooms have an inner door and an outside door that opens on to the outside courtyard.

 Joe and Earl live upstairs on the second floor of the cinderblock building. They are close to broke as Gays don’t buy that much health food. But the new Organic Milk is  making a big profit-with things still financially precarious.

People are buying the ‘Mothers Milk’ (biotech producted). It’s women’s breast milk-(the new cult health drink)-artifically produced from the  actual milk of four women(and blended).

 Cows milk is for baby cows, not really suitable for humans, and people have finally woke up to this fact. The healthiest milk you can drink is women’s breast milk.

  Business is still slow, so twink Ronnie is  watching the store.  Joes and Earl’s latest endeavor, in the annex below, is making most of the  money for them to live on.

The four large handicapped  bathrooms and the laundry have become  a casual gay sex hot spot-(due to the bathrooms having both inside and outside doors). Guys can come in both doors, hook up, have some  group sex, and discreetly leave.

And the gay laundry with it’s silvered windows  (and a buzzer system for guest- pass users)-has also seen some  wild sex scenes.

Unknown to the users, Joe and Earl designed things to be as they are.

 All over the bathrooms and laundry are hidden  cameras. They  sell the Live-Feed sex scenes-(on the Internet- to customers in Europe, (and also the DVD videos). Money is starting to come in, now that they’e getting known.

(Customers think the place is in Miami, due to fake signs in the rooms.)

  “Hey Earl”, Joes says,  “C-21 is back”-(all the big cocked guys are numbered, as they don’t know the guy’s names). “He’s Fucking a tall Latino boy in his 20’s, (bathroom #3)- with that Huge, hard 10″ brown,uncut, Snake. The closeups are great.”

 “Oh, an older guy just came in the other bathroom door and is down on his knees- sucking the twink’s fat 7″ cock. The Twink is in ecstacy-wait till they see this in Europe!”

  Having shot his load, The Latino guy(C-21)-goes through an inner door-to the laundry sink and washes his huge, still still-rigid cock off. He seems on drugs, has glassy eyes.

He just stands there, like a statue, hard cock sticking out-and two small, older gay guys in bright Hawaiian shirts come over.  One kneels, removes his teeth, and starts sucking and deepthroating the huge brown Hog. His partner, also in a Hawaiian shirt, goes aound and starts enthusiastically rimming the Latino guy’s ass. The guy stands still, and in about 5 minutes, his large rigid cock  give a jerk and shoots a load of Cum into the older gay’s mouth. There’s so much Cum it’s dripping out of the sides of the guy’s mouth. The gay  guy taps his partner, who comes from the Latino’s ass, and they share the Cumload-then slowly and thoroughly lick the massive Tool clean of Cum.

 The muscled Latino ignoring them, puts on sunglasses,pulls his shorts up and slowly leaves.

  Then a clean-cut, good-looking All- American guy, about 25, brown hair, comes into  the laundry room. He goes over to the laundry sorting table, pulls down his shorts, lubes up-rests his elbows on the  table- spreading his legs, with his big suntanned ass up in the air.

Earl, says to Joe, “forget the action in the #3 bathroom-look  at the new Ass lubed up  in the laundry room-(camera #4)-a real Honey Trap for a Top.”

  A tall thin black guy, also about 25, is in the corner being sucked on by two older gay men. He stops the sucking-comes over and says a couple of brief words-and Mr. ‘Clean-Cut’ nods yes.

  The black guy’s cut, thick, 9″ cock hangs almost to his knees. He strokes the monster cock a couple of times-and it becomes rigid. He walks around, grips the beautiful buttocks, and expertly shoves the massive Tool way up the college guy’s ass.

He fucks steadily and thoroughly and a long time-about  10 minutes. You can hear the white boy moaning and groaning  with every thrust.

Finally the Black guy give an extra hard thrust-and grunting with pleasure-shoots his load. He grabs a rag and  cleans up the kid’s lubed ass. The  College student  gets up, grabs a  wash cloth and goes down and cleans up the still rigid, big black cock.

Then he expertly starts sucking and deep- throating the big Tool-(only able to get half of it in his mouth). He jerks it some  too, and in 2-3 minutes  a big load of cum is blasted down his throat-some dripping out of his mouth. He licks the swollen cock clean and  gets up.  He and the young black guy lean against the laundry sorting table, and  have a few quiet words together-(the black guys long arms cuddling the white guy’s buttocks.  They pull up their shorts-The white guy grabs his gym bag and they leave , sort of holding hands as they go out.

  Joes says,” that’s C-30,-and he always seems to find a young guy to fuck.”

“Well, he’s young himself. And those skinny old gay guys are from the trailer park down the road. The come in every day to do laundry. The neighbors must think they are Clean Freaks.”

 “Oh look”, Joe says- It’s C-11, the old Timer.

Haven’t seen him in a while  Still, the  biggest Cock of them all.”

  An older black guy, 50’s, has come in-has on a long shirt  and long pants. The shirt is partly open and shows a still Muscular chest with black hair, sprinkled with gray.

  He goes and sits in a big padded chair in the corner, and takes down his pants and underwear, lays back, and opens his legs.

He has an 11″ or 12″ cock, very black, thick and veiny.

It’s at least eight inches across,uncut- semi-hard, immense and  deep black-with a huge pink head.

Two older gays  who have just finished sucking other cocks rush over. It’s our friends in the Hawaian shirts-and are joined by two other short slender gay men-all with white or gray hair.

 The Black guy, with his very dark sunglasses on, just lays back in the chair. The guys take turns sucking and licking the balls and massive black shaft. Then two at a time they  share sucking the  long foreskin and the big pink head of the  cock.

The cock becomes very rigid and swollen. It’s way too thick to deepthroat-being over  8″ across.

The older gay couple shows the way. With their mouths sucking the foreskin and then the cock head-they use their four hands to  slowly Jerk upward on the huge shaft. (And the other couple sucks and licks the huge balls.

 In 6 to 8 minutes, due to the combined sucking and jerking-the huge cock volcanically shoots it’s load of white Cream- all over the faces and foreheads of the four gays.

They lick the Cum off each other faces and  taking turns, lick all the Cum from the still swollen cock. It’s still rigid and rock hard-so the younger couple, repeat the first couple’s moves-and suck the head and foreskin while gently jerking the  huge cock with their hands. (The older gays, are now sucking and licking the  huge balls.)

 It takes longer for the second load, but eventually the rock-hard Cock jerks, and a second huge load of CuM erupts on to their faces.

 They lick each other’s faces again,, and also lick the cock clean, then get up and go talk in the corner. They chat and relive  the thrilling  brief encounter with the huge cock.

(One couple is younger-and after some  discreet gropes of their cocks by the older couple, and ass pats-they all go out together, to someone’s home for  more fun.)

Meanwhile two other tall thin old gay guys have knelt and are ravaging the Black guy’s  still rigid, huge Cock with their tongues and hands;(as they had seen the other couple’s do).

 When the cock erupts, they get  a good load of white Cum to suck off each other faces.

Two younger tall gays 40’s , shaved heads, beards, muscular, come along and chat with the older gays. The older guys move aside. The 40 year old gays start to suck and jerk the Huge Cock,-like the other gays-but they sit in such a manner that they can take their thick 7″ cocks out and be sucked by the two older  gays.  The bearded gays  rapidly suck and lick the huge piece of rigid meat.

The older gays are happy- each  has a big 7″ dick to suck on, and being experts soon have the cocks rock hard-and the newcomers have the  monstous cock to play with.

Soon, it spits a big load on Cum on to their faces. A minute later the older gays get nice loads of sweet tasting Cum down their throats, from the bearded younger gay men-(who have  have been fucking their mouths).

 Everybody cleans up, and the younger gays give their business cards to the older gays-for later meetings.

 The seated Black guy, poss. on heavy pot or pills, stirs, wakes up-gets up, pulls on his underwear and pants- his dick having shrunk to a thick, half-hard 10″ cock. And, his dark glasses, the frame shining, slowly makes his way out of the gay laundry.

Joe turns to Earl-“we’re going to make a fortune out of those all those  guys sucking that monster Cock!- “We’ll call the Episode-  ‘Blaster-the Biggest Black Cock Ever’  “.

“That was …Hot!…Hot!…Hot!…”)