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On a weekend trip with a few friends from college it was decided, after much consternation on my part, that we would all go horseback riding that Saturday afternoon after we had arrived at our cabin getaway in the Great Smokey Mountains. I personally was opposed to the idea because well, I had never ridden a horse before, and I wanted to see the sights, and at the very least go hiking with my own two feet.

I had only recently met these guys at the college job fair earlier that semester, and we hit it off when it was discovered that we had all three come from the same area. They were both Juniors, and they seemed to be the best of friends. They were always together, and they were both funny as hell. John was a tall and athletic, with short dark brown hair and an average looking Irish face. He wore glasses, and played dumb about most issues, but I knew he was smart because he was in a special program for aspiring NASA scientist. Rick was short and a bit more rotund, with a wild looking blondish red hair, often wearing a baseball cap and sporting a big burly beard. He was always playing pranks and keeping John on his toes. Both reminded me of guys from back home, and when we met, we immediately hit it off as if we were long lost friends.

Only in my freshman year of college, I had been on a full-time schedule while waiting tables on the weekends. I still had my clean-shaven face and my Irish good looks, but I felt I was maturing somewhat. Standing at 5’ 11’’ and keeping myself fit going to the gym and bicycling to and from classes, I was determined to maintain my bubble butt even though I was thinning a bit, and my aspirations for sex had gone out the window with my busy schedule.

In fact, I had not come out in the college scene. My interest was purely in older men, and when I met John and Rick, I didn’t even feel compelled to tell them what my bedroom proclivities were because neither of them interested me, and besides it was nice to have regular friends to goof around with.

  John and Rick invited me out to a local dive bar after the first time we met. We drank beers and played pool and laughed out asses off the whole time. After that we started texting in a thread to each other. Mostly funny memes and raunchy humor.

      One day John and Rick mentioned getting a cabin in the Smokeys for an upcoming weekend, and I stayed quiet. It was nearly impossible to take time off work and school when I could barely afford rent. John and Rick met me after work that next Saturday and drove me to the bars. The weekend mountain trip was brought up again that night after I had had several drinks, and I eventually agreed when they insisted that they were already paying for the cabin and gas, and all I had to do was provide my food and beer.

  I apprehensively marked myself off the schedule at work for that next weekend and threw caution to the wind. Having dudes to hand out with and do normal dude stuff was appealing to me. We had all grown up in the south, from middle class rural white families, and it just seemed like a natural adventure for a college boy to go on. Besides I had never really been able to experience the Smokey Mountains as an adult. My mother and I had gone when I was a kid, and I had only remembered the doing touristy stuff. 

When we took off that Friday, I had skipped a few classes and was already feeling guilty when the two assured me that it was going to be a fun weekend and that I would be glad that I had come along. The whole way Rick made me laugh telling stories about John and the stupid shit he had done. John would always have a hilarious comeback as if he had no clue why it was so stupid, turning it around on Rick as If he had missed the whole point. I just laughed and laughed. There was never a dull moment with these two.

   When we got close to our destination and we started to see the beauty of the mountains, a discussion about our options for weekend activities begun. John mentioned zipline and ATV rides, and then Rick mentioned horseback riding. I was not comfortable with horseback riding. It didn’t seem like the best way to spend a Saturday, riding on a sweaty horse and being scared shitless the whole time. Both John and Rick seemed to disagree, and they spent the next thirty minutes trying to convince me that it would be fun.

After I had been worn out on the subject the car went silent and we drove through the mountains pointing out attractions and mesmerizing places as we headed towards our cabin, stopping on the way for another hilarious adventure in a local grocery store to get beer and food.

 When we arrived at our cabin, we had to double check the address a few times because the place was so big. It had a big wrap around porch and several bedrooms, and a big stone fireplace in the middle. A nice size set of brown sued couches adorned the room. We sat out groceries on the big island counter and walked around the whole place ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ as we picked out our rooms.

  When we finally settled in, we popped some beers open and cheersed each other from the couch. John had discovered a jacuzzi on the back patio area and we all went out to look at it. This place was beautiful, and we could only see one other cabin adjacent to us on the small winding road. We drank several beers and sat in the jacuzzi until I was conked out from trip. I went to bed early partially dreading the next day, but I knew whatever we did it would be fun. John and Rick had a way of bringing out the best in me, and I slept like a baby on the big queen size bed.

The next morning, I awoke to birds chirping and the sound of bacon sizzling. When I walked out into the spacious main room, John was cooking us up some basic country fair, and Rick was sitting on the couch engrossed in his phone. They both greeted me, and we ate our breakfast sitting on the stools that lined the big kitchen island.

   “You ready to ride some horses?” Rick asks me with a mouthful of bacon. “Yeah, I guess so” I answered, still noticeably unenthusiastic. “Come on, it won’t be that bad” John chimed in. I gave them both a slight grin wavering to the twos assurances as they both patted me on the back and made wild grunting sounds in unison.

  The incredible views on our drive through the mountains washed away most of my nervousness, and when we drove down a country driveway to a set of large stables that were surrounded by an incredible mountain scene, I was starting to get excited again.

   When we got out of the car and walked around the barn, we were greeted by a very handsome cowboy named Bill, that insisted we call him Mr. Bill. He was about forty or so with just enough stubble on his face to drive me wild. He wore a tucked-in denim shirt and denim blue jeans with the trademark belt buckle, and he had on brown cowboy boots, and a brown cowboy hat to match, under which was a bit of longish brown hair trailing behind his ears. He was the quintessential rugged man of my dreams, and he beamed at us with earnest big blue eyes.

   While he explained to us what we would be doing and how we were to follow his lead, and how we needed to always listen to him, I stood there gob smacked trying not to think about what I would rather be doing as I watched him lead our horses out of the stables on by one.

  When he helped me onto my horse, I felt his touch on my leg and I nearly melted. ‘What a stud” I thought. His piercing blue eyes looking into mine as he steadied the horse and gave me directions. John and Rick were goofing around as per usual, and I was transfixed on Mr. Bill. He seemed to take to me, and when we rode out, I followed close behind him on my horse watching him in the saddle. Wishing I was that saddle.

 Mr. Bill started to talk to me exclusively as we made the decent into the trails. He asks me what I did, and I told him I was in my freshman year of college and that I was waiting tables for money. He seemed to be a little more than interested in me, to the point that when we took a break in a large clearing to wait for John and Rick, Mr. Bill ask me if I had ever gone camping before. I said that I had grown up in a rural area and I had camped a bunch growing up, and he seemed surprised. “You don’t look like the type” he said looking at me as we both sat on our horses facing each other. “I don’t?” I said coyly, realizing this unimaginably hot cowboy was getting friendly with me. “What’s with these guys? One of them your boyfriend?” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t believe he had said that, and I didn’t get a chance to answer because at that moment John and Rick came riding up through the woods behind us.

 As we made our way through the trails, all I could think about the way that Mr. Bill had made conversation with me. From the very first time he had spoken to me, he seemed to be only interested in talking to me, and John and Rick were oblivious to the whole thing.

   When we stopped for a breathtaking mountain view on the final ridge, John and Rick both continued to goof around while Mr. Bill told me about how his grandfather had owned the land we were on as long as he could remember. He said that he had been camping on that very ridge dozens of times and I thought of him out there in the wilderness stoking a fire looking out over those mountains. It must have been an amazing childhood I thought. I also thought about the possibility that he might have been lonely out here growing up, and that if I was reading his signals correctly, he was probably still lonely, and man that made me hot.

  Mr. Bill helped me back on my horse as we readied ourselves to ride back and he looked up at me and gave me a sexy rugged dimpled smirk like he knew what I was thinking.

  We talked a bit more on the ride back down the mountain, and I eventually got around to tell him that John and Rick were just college buddies, and that they had forced me out there to ride horses, but I was glad they did. He didn’t answer me at first, but when we were out of earshot, while riding next to me he said that he was also glad I had decided to come along.

   ‘What the actual hell?!’ I thought, did he just tell me he was glad I had come along with those beautiful blue eyes like he was into me? And what about the camping questions? Did he want to invite me to camp with him? Like be outside all night alone with each other? I couldn’t stop thinking about it and when we arrived back at the stables we dismounted and John and Rick were asking me if I had had as much fun as they had, and all I could do was answer with “I loved it, but I think I might have dropped my wallet”

“You what?” Rick said laughing. “Why did you bring your wallet?” John said in disbelief. “I don’t know but I must have dropped it somewhere” I said patting my jeans. Mr. Bill came back from taking the horses into the barn to take off their saddles, and John told him what had happened.  “Well, I guess we’ll need to ride out and look for it” he said without much thought. I was looking at him when he said this, and I could sense a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  “Well damn, we can wait here I guess?” John said, “No way man that’s a long wait” Rick said and started towards the car. John looked at me as Rick walked away “We gotta get something to eat soon, or Rick will start foaming at the mouth” he said, and I looked at Mr. Bill for an answer. Mr Bill patiently leaned back against the barn lifted up a leg up and placed his boot against the barn to steady himself, and after a brief moment of silence, while I felt around my pants for my wallet for the hundredth time and Rick rifled through the car Mr. Bill spoke up “If you two want I could drive him back down to the cabin after we get his wallet, I’ve got to make a run into town later anyway?”

 I nearly lost my composure when he said this, but I was going with it. This cowboy and I were about to be alone in the woods.

 John looked at me to see what I thought about that, and I shrugged. “You still have the address on google maps?” John said seeing that I was ready to do what I had to do.  I looked at my phone and nodded.

  “Not much service up here, but I’m sure we can find it” Mr. Bill said slightly grinning at me as he stood up from his perch and started walking back into the stables to re-saddle up the horses, leaving us to work things out for ourselves. I gestured to Rick that I was sorry with a shrug of my shoulders when he looked at me from the car, gesturing back a ‘what the fuck?’ with his arms in the air as John started walking back towards him to tell him the plan.

  I watched them both drive off down the long driveway, feeling my stomach knotting up as I thought about the situation I was in. Here I was at a desolate mountain ranch all alone, as far as I knew, with an extremely handsome older cowboy, and I was pretty sure he was feeling the same way I was about it judging by the looks he was now giving me as he brought out the horses and led mine over to me.

  He helped me back up onto my horse and again gently gripped my leg as he put my foot into the stirrup. “You think you might have lost it on the ridge?” he said as he hopped on his horse with ease and then turned her around to face me. “Yeah, it’s probably there where we got off the horses on the ridge” I said thinking about it for a minute.

 We rode back through the field we had just come out of and down the horse trail along the Wood line. “I’m sorry about this” I said, “If we can find my wallet, I can pay you for the extra trip” We were riding side by side and he answered back “It’s quite alright, I enjoy the company” now looking back at me with that dimpled cowboy grin.  I nearly melted. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best thing that could have ever happened to me, although I was still apprehensive to the possibility that might be thinking what I was thinking.

We rode back up a big steep embankment that led onto a higher wooded trail, and when we came to the clearing where he had made conversation just a few hours before, we stopped and rested the horses.

 He turned his horse towards me rode up next to me “You think you might have dropped it anywhere around here?”  he said looking around on the ground before leaning over and resting himself on the horn of the saddle, and then giving me a look I hadn’t seen before. It was like he was trying to read me. “I don’t think so” I said looking around the ground and trying to act like I hadn’t noticed.

 “Well let’s get up to that ridge and look around and then we can stop and have some lunch” he turned his horse and started down the trail away from me, leaving me reeling at the thought of having a picnic alone with this guy. I honestly wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I mean he was getting damn friendly with me, but there was a chance he was just fucking with me, and at this point I had been making myself pretty obvious with the signals I was giving. He could have done whatever he wanted with me, and I would have eagerly complied.

As we came into the clearing at the ridge, the view seemed all that more amazing to me, and I started to feel that whatever happened this whole thing would be going into my spank bank.

 We got off our horses exactly where we had earlier, and I looked around and immediately saw the missing wallet “Here it is” I said as started taking the horses over to a nearby tree to feed on some prairie grass. I saw him pull an old leather bag off his horse along with an old Mexican blanket and watched him lay it on the ground.

  “Alright. Good deal. Here have a seat” he said waving me over as I watched him sit on the edge of the blanket take off his cowboy hat, and pull off his boots one by one. As I walked over I noticed my legs and thighs were aching like hell, I stretched a bit before nervously kneeled next to him.

  He handed me a canteen of water and a food bar. “The best I got” he said as I drank the water thirstily while still on my knees. I eventually tried sitting down Indian style to graciously accept the food bar. I opened the food bar, and he sat back and opened his, and we both ate silently as we looked out over the vast mountain ranges that were visible in the distance.

“A far cry from the dorm room” he said to me as we nibbled our bars “It sure is” I said looking over at his body all muscular, his slicked back sweaty hair golden brown and long. I could see that it his tan line underneath his collar, and his face was wind worn. He lay back on his elbow and stretched his legs out, his jeans tight around his solid thighs, the white socks on his feet waving there in the wind.

 He looked over at me and smiled as he laid on his back with his hands behind his head “I don’t often get a chance to lie around out here and enjoy the scenery” he said looking over at me with his hands still behind his head, watching me as I laid back, stretching out my legs and then leaning on my elbows next to him. “That’s too bad” I said looking over at him and thinking about how much I’d like to just cut to the chase and get this cowboy pants off. My dick started to harden in my pants at the thought, and I was prompted to sit up in order to hide it.

   I turned over to look at him to see if he had noticed, and we both locked eyes. In that moment It was like he had heard what I was thinking, and his hands came from behind his head and he reached down to undo his belt buckle. He unzipped his zipper and sat up and pulled his jeans down, the legs going inside-out as he ripped them off and tossed them to the side, resuming is position laying on his side holding his head up with his left arm while rubbing his bulge, and then looking at me expectantly.

 I kicked off my boots and then pulled my jeans off more easily than him, throwing them to the side, and lying back down on my right side to face him. I began to rub my hard dick through my black boxer brief underwear slit, and he reached over between us, and grabbed my inner thigh, and then pulled me closer to him.

 I laid back and let him molest me. I could smell his cologne, and hear him breathing heavily as he stuck his hand into the leg opening of my boxer briefs to stick his calloused fingers up into my crack, touching my taint while I stroked my dick with my left hand. As he massaged my hot taint with his fingers, I reached over with my right hand to feel his manhood through his underwear. It was hard and thick, and a perfect length, and I fought my way down through his elastic band to get ahold of it while I opened my legs and let him probe my hot wet teen hole. I pulled away and reached down to pull off my boxer briefs and then remove my flannel and t-shirt while at the same time he was pulling his underwear and removing his denim shirt and undershirt. 

   Now fully nude I crawled back next to him and took ahold of his cock as he resumed feeling my sweaty wet hole between my thighs. I rolled him onto his back and took in the sight of this extremely hot man laying naked next to me, his chest hairs growing down to his stomach hairs, connecting to his pubic hairs. I followed the trail down to his musty crotch where I was holding his big thick manhood. It was pulsing in my hand when I gave it a thorough licking from base to head as I positioned myself below him, coming up between his legs, my knees in the brush and dirt. He laid back and put his arms behind his head and watched me as I looked up at him for approval.  I put his whole manly dick in my young supple mouth and began to suck on it, still looking up at him. It was in my mouth for a few moments when he laid back and grabbed my head with both hands and moaned out an “Oh shit!” like he was about to come. I stopped, not wanting it to end, and I looked up at him arching his back, his heels digging into the ground, and his balls dangling there in a patch of delicious hair. He pulled my head up with both hands and I relented. I then slowly climbed up on top of him, kissing his stomach and then his chest as I I did. 

 He quickly rolled me off of him, and then laid me on my back  before I could kiss him on the lips. He crawled on top of me and then got up on his knees in between my legs. He spread my legs wide apart, spit on his fingers, and then aggressively started feeling in between my young college boy buns, probing his fingers into my wet hole, as I laid back and stroked my cock watching his big strong arms come up next to me on both sides to brace himself as he crawled on top of me to work himself into me, my legs wide apart, my back arching as I let it happen.

Our eyes locked when I felt his dick tearing its way into my sweet young hole, and we both grinned at each other and started to giggle. He was looking at me like he had wanted to fuck me his whole life, biting his lip when it started to go in. I started burning from the lack of lubrication, and I grabbed both of his wrist that were gripping my sides, and started scooting back. He kept driving himself into me, and it started to go in more easily after a bit. I scooted up and off it, and then I turned over to let him the full view of my ass from behind.

 The sight of my sweet bubble butt rising up in the air in front of him made him howl, and he smacked it as he got up close behind me, grabbing ahold of it with both hands and spitting on his dick before feeding it into my shaved smooth hole.

   The blanket that was once underneath us was now crumpled up, laying way off to the left, leaving us on our hands and knees in the grass and dirt, my young limber body now stretched out face down and ass up ready to be broken. When I felt his dick going in me, I cried out, gripping patches of weeds, and feeling my face in the dirt. I lied there helplessly, feeling his manly hands squeezing my big round buns around his cock while he slowly pushed his mighty oak into my thirsty teen trap. It was at that moment that I finally knew what that saddle felt like.

He bucked me like a only a cowboy could, and after a few minutes my legs gave in, and I laid down all the way, my hard dick in the grass, my body itching and twitching as he drilled his cowboy cock into me, his sweaty body on top of mine, the stubble of his chin rubbing on my shoulder as he panted, grabbing both of my arms and squeezing them for support while he grinded his thick cowboy cock into me harder.  

  I felt him start to cum and I demanded that he cum inside me “Fill me up Mr Bill!” I moaned as he got back up on both hands and started to fuck my harder than before. I felt him seize up and then I felt his warm semen start to rush into my insides as he gasp, and then started to move it around slowly inside me, making sure he had released the whole load before pulling out. 

“Damn son! That some seriously sweet ass you’ve got there!” He said, rolling off and fetching his undershirt to wipe his dick off. I rolled back over next to him and jerked myself off, cumming instantly while still covered in grass and dirt “Oh fuck Mr Bill” I said while I was cumming “That was so fucking hot!” He grinned at me and watched as I shot a huge load all over myself. When I had finished he tossed me the undershirt he was using, and I wiped up feeling a bit embarrassed that I was so not ready for what had just happened .

We both stood up sweaty and naked, and brushed the grass and debris from ourselves before getting dressed. If this was what cowboy life was like, I thought, then I was ready move to the country. I mean this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. The whole thing. Hot older cowboys into young twinks. Sex outdoors. Horseback riding. I was hooked. How wrong I was to try to get out of this adventure. 

After getting dressed and drinking most of our water, we mounted up and rode back silently, occasionally catching glimpses of each other, both of us grinning while thinking about what had just transpired. He now had the look of a rowdy teenager to me. So damn handsome too. 

  When he drove me home in his big pickup truck that afternoon, he told me that he had not ever been that intimate with another man before, but he had always wanted to. I ask him what made him think that I would go along with it, and answered that he knew that I had purposefully left that wallet out there when he questioned me on the ride to the ridge. “I just knew at that moment that you were wanting it as bad as I was”

We were at that moment pulling up to the cabin and I looked over and gave him a devious grin “Well it worked, didn’t it?” I said as he parked the truck. He reached over and grabbed my thigh and squeezed “It sure did, now you’ll come on back to the ranch and see me again wont you?” I scooted over and gave him a peck on the cheek, and then slid back over the other way to open the door and climb out. Before I closed the tuck door I looked up at him and I answered “Next time we’re gonna need a bigger blanket”. He gave me a big grin and waved me on, and at that I closed the big tuck door behind me. I walked bowlegged up the cabin stairs and waved back at him as he backed his truck out of the driveway. At that point I needed a shower more than you could imagine, and that Jacuzzi was going to come in real handy that evening, but the truth is I would have gone back out on that ridge and did it again if I could. The serious question now was how did I get myself into these situations? Well the only answer I can give, and Its one that you might have guessed by now, is that maybe, just maybe, I’m am just that lucky 😉

This is a true story. The names and places have been changed 

Later that afternoon we’d tried our hands at surfing; without much success.  The hotel part of the complex building had a sexy-as-fuck surf instructor on the beach and we decided to give it a go.  The surf instructor was good; we just weren’t.  He was clearly bi based on the attentiveness he paid to the attractive woman who had the lesson before ours and then based on his attentiveness to us. When we were out about to make yet another pathetic attempt I just came out with it.  “Lance let’s cut to the chase; are we wasting our time with this sport we’re clearly terrible at but are going to bomb getting you naked too?”

He roared with laughter just as a wave presented.  But again despite his very good coaching we were plopped off our boards into the water and Lance was aborting his skilled ride to assist us.  When he got back to us he gave my shoulder a squeeze.  “I have a second job at night but I don’t work Monday nights.  If that works for you I’m in.”  For good measure he found my crotch under the waves and gave me a good squeeze with his other hand.  “Or more likely you’re IN,” he said with a laugh.  “Or were we talking a quickie; a blow-and-go maybe?”

By then Kent had joined us and he said, “Not that we wouldn’t mind a blow-and-go today for a preview but something a bit more … substantive Monday night would be great.”

Lance had miles-wide-shoulders, was smooth-skinned and tanned, and tightly muscled.  He smiled and said, “I could do with giving my throat some exercise this afternoon.”

We cut the surf lesson short and headed to the surf shack.  He led us through to the equipment room loudly narrating that he was taking us to look at the selection of boards the hotel rents; was it my imagination or did the hotel’s beach equipment guy smirk?  Inside the room of racked surf-boards and masses of other beach equipment he took us through an interior door into a repair shop.  “Nobody works repairs on the weekend,” he said and locked the door behind him.  “Who’s first?” he asked.

Kent whipped his hardening dick out before I did.

“Holy shit man I thought your partner was big!”

“Husband,” Kent said dryly.  “He’s my husband.  When’s your next lesson?”

“You had over a half-hour left on your ninety minutes you paid-for.  I’ll be refunding that by the way,” he added sinking to his knees and taking Kent’s dick in.”

”No need,” Kent told him which caused me to cringe; I don’t part with money easily.  And that won’t be the only big tip you get from us.”

I got my own dick out and languidly stroked it while I watched my husband take hold of Lance’s thick sun-bleached curly dark hair and skull-fuck him.  Lance took every inch and made it look easy.  He also had his own nice-looking hard dick out stroking while he moaned and gulped occasionally.

i enjoyed my husband’s monster dick being worshipped.  I fought the urge to critique with the minor things I noticed that I do better.  Kent is a slow cummer from oral; UNLESS there’s very aggressive ball-play involved.  Harry the surf stud’s mouth was top-tier; but his ball-game was lacking.  Thus I had plenty of time to maintain eye contact with my husband and stroke my throbbing hard-on; Lance soldiered on with emphatic moans and apparent gusto..

All at once after at least ten and probably fifteen minutes at the point I was becoming bored of watching them (I wasn’t really; not at all) Kent pushed him off with a loud grunt.  “Not yet.  Suck my husband.”

Lance didn’t protest.  He seized my dick from my grasp and enveloped it with a very skilled mouth; maybe I imagined it but more appreciative moans than he’d let loose with Kent.

“He’s damn good,” Kent said to me with a wink as he stretched.  The sight of all his muscles flexing and rolling almost made me shoot!  Or was it the baseball-bat swinging from his crotch?

“FUCK!  Let me enjoy this cock-sucker hon.  You keep doing that and I’ll nut right now.”

Kent laughed and kissed me quickly.  Then he settled on the raised bench and grinned as he watched Lance go to work for real on my throbbing dick.  Kent’s knees were wide, he was propped back on his hands, and his huge fuck-rod jutted up like a pillar.  Not helping me prolong the blow-job.  And Kent’s intense eye contact was going straight to my aching balls.  

The surf pro showed he was a cock-sucking pro too.  He worked my long fat dick up and down, all over, and he massaged my head by humming and swallowing after he’d popped me into his throat.  “Fuck he really is damn good,” I panted.

“Don’t hold back hon,” Kent encouraged me.  “I wanna see him choke on your thick load.

He didn’t have to tell me twice because Lance had found my balls, had noticed how intensely I reacted, and was sucking me hard and working my balls harder than he had Kent’s as I sky-rocketed toward an epic blast.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK,” was all I could seem to say.  I literally had no control as he sucked me over the edge and squeezed my balls the way it makes me crazy.

“Fuckin’ take it!” I shouted.

“Fuck yeah that’s it,” Kent roared.

Lance gulped and choked and kept on at it as I shouted and shot and spasmed as he continued working it out of me.

“Fuck bro,” Lance gasped when he pulled off me.  “Dude that load was epic!”

I stumbled back to another beach as Lance scrambled over and stood and bent over my husband’s crotch.  I didn’t have the presence of mind to be proud that I could cum again that day and have it be a gusher.  

Kent still leaned back on his hands and let Lance do the work this time like I had.  Lance bobbed purposefully and groaned and hummed.  Kent threw his head back at one point and yelled, “FUCK that’s good!”  And that was when Kent took Lance’s pretty head in his grip and began slamming him down at rapid pace until Lance was gagging, choking, and groaning when Kent finally held his head mashed into his crotch and grunted through what seemed to be his own gargantuan load.

When Kent finally let Lance up the surfer stumbled backward gasping into me.  I wrapped my arms around his sweaty torso and said, “It was like that my first time too.”  He was working his jaw as if to check it hadn’t been ruined.

Kent was still catching his breath and cum was still drooling out of his dick and onto the floor from the bench where he remained seated.  Lance however finally gasped out, “I.  Can.  Tell.  What.  Made.  You.  Stay,” and laughed and choked when he did.

“Easy man,” I told him and gently released him when he went to stand on his own again.

“If your night job is an escort I bet you make bank,” Kent laughed.

“I did that in college,” the surfer said as if he was describing TA’ing and surprising me.

“So what is it?”

“I’m an engineer at the power plant.  Night shift.  That’s my living.  This I do for the pussy and dick.”

Kent and I looked at each other and he asked, “Do you even like to surf?”

Lance smiled wide.  “Dude I love to surf!  But teaching surfing isn’t surfing.  But it gets me tons of cock, ass, and pussy.”

“In that order?” I asked him.

“By choice the dudes over the chicks.  The chicks are too often married or have boyfriends and get far more demanding than dudes.”

Kent hopped off the bench and got himself adjusted in his jams again.  I followed suit and arranged myself in my trunks.  “Our boy here didn’t cum,” Kent said with a hungry look.

“The fuck he didn’t,” I said and pointed to a wild spray under the bench.”

Lance looked at his watch and waved his still-out dick.  “Seven minutes.  I could easily cum again with some help,” he said with a wide smirk.

Who would refuse a surfer poster-stud?  Kent and I both got to our knees; I had a bit of schadenfreude when I watched Kent go carefully down more like I had to now.  Lance was half-hard again by the time we were passing it back and forth; one of us sucking while the other licked.  “Yeah dudes; fuck yeah.”  His uncut dick still tasted heavily of his first nut.

When I took his smallish balls in my hand he squeaked, “Fuck dude easy!  SO sensitive.”

Oh one of those guys!  I released my exceptionally gentle hold and instead rubbed his tight sac so lightly that it would have tickled me.

“OH FUCK here it commmmmmmes,” he howled.

Kent and I both got some of his spray; watery like the first but very strong-tasting.  He pushed us off yelping and laughing when Kent licked his still-drooling head.  “Too extreme dudes!”

I looked around for something to wipe my face with and grabbed a roll of blue thick paper towels.  Handy.  I ripped a few and handed a couple to Kent and one to Lance who waved it off and pulled up his jams.  “I’ll be back in the water in … “ he looked at his watch again, “about five minutes.”

We left through a back door out of the shop and emerged after a few steps into an empty hallway.  Lance put out his big hand and pointed.  “That way into the lobby.  And remember I’m around Monday night if you want to hang out.  Enjoy your stay and please fill-out the survey.”  He grinned but didn’t laugh.

He was gone back the way we came and before we headed to the hotel lobby I pulled Kent in for a kiss.  The taste of Lance was even stronger in my husband’s mouth.  “I’m so glad your cum is only medium-strong and more sweet than savory,” I told him when we stopped.

“Too bad I’m not famous,” he replied as we headed on our way hand in hand and fingers intertwined.

“Why?” I asked him.

“That would make a helluvan autobiography title!  Medium-strong and more sweet than savory.”

We emerged into the lobby giggling.  When we had our bearings and headed to the condo lobby connector the hotel concierge greeted us as we passed.  “Good afternoon Sherbournes.  How did you enjoy your session with Lance?”

We were laughing too hard to answer and with our free hands each gave a thumbs-up.

We took a nap on the terrace-sized balcony of my former bosses’ sumptuous condo.  The breeze in the sky in their nearly-penthouse unit was strong enough to make the heat and sun just right.  We lay there naked on a wide lounge like the double we have at home on our lanai but set a timer for an hour in case we underestimated the stronger sun in Hawaii; sunburnt dicks and balls are bad enough but the tops of thighs hurt like a bitch!

When we awoke we were both hard; I said a silent prayer to Priapus as I regularly do for our virility.  “Wanna take care of these?” I asked groggily and waved my hard-on toward Kent who’d gotten to his feet.

“God hon always!  But right now I need to piss bad.”  And off he hurried inside.

I stroked myself lazily and calculated the time at home in Florida.  Ten-thirty; no wonder I’m hungry, I thought.  I also had another thought.

I picked-up my phone from under the lounge where I’d put it away from the sun.  “Hey Siri.  Send a text to to Daniel Sung.”  Siri asked me what I wanted to say to him.  “Hey sexy.  How’s your vacation?”  I corrected Siri’s punctuation and told him to send.

Within a few moments a long text appeared.  From Daniel: Tbh terrible. So far two aborted Grindr hookups and two no shoe Sniffies. My wrist was hoping for a vacation too for fuck sake.

I cringed at the un-corrected typo and forced myself to get past it.  From me to Daniel: If your wrist isn’t too sore to eat why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?

From Daniel: I’d rather be dinner.

I was laughing when Kent returned.  Sadly his beautiful huge dick was floppy soft again; still magnificent and definitely beautiful but no longer jutting out determinedly.  “What did I miss?” he asked flopping down next to me.

I showed him the text string.  “That slut,” he said laughing too.

“More than the hiker or the surfing instructor?” I asked with a smirk.

“You make a point.  We might have reached the promised land.”

We both laughed until my watch pinged that I’d received a text.

From Daniel: Sorry if I’m too crass.  I’d really enjoy having dinner with you two men.  I’m actually pretty hungry.  What time?

I Siri’d back asking him how fast he could get to us and dropped a pin.

From Daniel: Whoa men; high rent!

Kent Siri’d that response: You’re our guest, Daniel.

Yes he even added the comma!

From Daniel: Wasn’t scammin for that but now I won’t have to settle for a dinner salad and bread! 😋 Is a half hour okay?

I sent back that we’d see him about six-fifteen and Kent used the phone on the terrace bar to call down for a reservation.

Then I Siri’d another text to Daniel: And not to worry; you’re our dessert.

Daniel’s response came about fifteen minutes later: That’s why I’m just making sure I’m squeaky clean! 😈

As we went into the terrace shower I told Kent, “OH I just had a thought.  WE’RE the sluts!  A hiker, a surfer, and now a flight attendant!  In one day!”

We both laughed as we lathered each other and I again said a silent prayer; this time to the universe for our great life.

The master grabbed my collar with a sudden, firm tug, and I stumbled forward, barely keeping my balance as he led me across the room like a dog. His grip was unrelenting, the cool leather of the collar digging into my neck as he dragged me toward a large, black leather sofa that seemed to dominate the space. He didn’t say a word, but his presence alone was enough to make my heart race.

When we reached the sofa, he shoved me down onto the cool, smooth leather. My back pressed against the firm surface, and before I could even adjust, his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back sharply. The sudden motion made me gasp, my neck straining as he held me there, pinned beneath his control.

Without hesitation, he reached for a length of rope. I felt the rough texture against my skin as he looped it around a space on my collar and secured it tightly to the legs of the sofa. He tied the knot with deliberate precision, each pull of the rope rendering me more immobile. When he finally stepped back, I couldn’t move my head at all—my vision was fixed upward, the dim lighting casting shadows across the room.

His hand appeared in my peripheral vision, starting at my shoulder and moving excruciatingly slowly down my torso. The leather of his gloves brushed against my skin as his hand traveled downward, his touch maddeningly light. When he reached my crotch, still confined in the chastity cage, he paused, his fingers grazing the cold metal.

He gave the cage a sharp shake, the pressure sending a mix of pain and pleasure through me. “Pathetic,” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain. “You’re a pathetic little sub. You don’t even deserve to feel my hand on you.”

His words stung, but they also sent a thrill through me, my body reacting despite the humiliation. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t respond, and even if I could, I wouldn’t have known what to say.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and mocking. “Why did you choose this—” he gestured toward the cage with a flick of his fingers—“over the Wicked Cripple I offered?”

I hesitated, my throat dry. The truth burned inside me, but admitting it felt impossible. Finally, I forced the words out. “I… I wanted to come.”

He laughed, the sound sharp and condescending. “You wanted to come? That’s your excuse? Foolish.” He shook his head, his smirk widening. “I would have let you come anyway. But now? Now you’ve locked yourself away. You’ve trapped yourself in your own stupidity.”

His words left me feeling smaller than ever, but then his tone shifted slightly, the edge softening just a fraction. “If you work well,” he said, his voice dropping lower, “if you do exactly as I say, maybe—maybe—I’ll let you come.”

Relief and gratitude flooded through me, and I blurted out, “Thank you.”

He froze, his expression darkening instantly. “Thank you, sir,” he corrected, his voice cold and sharp. “Have you forgotten your place already?”

Before I could apologize, he untied the rope around my neck with quick, practiced movements. My head fell forward slightly as I caught my breath, but I didn’t have time to recover. He pushed me forward, his hand pressing down on the back of my head until my face was buried in the leather of the sofa. My body folded, my knees still on the floor, and my bare ass was now on full display.

I heard the faint swish of the riding crop cutting through the air as he paced behind me. My heart pounded in anticipation, my skin prickling with fear and excitement. “How many do you think you can take?” he asked, his tone almost teasing.

My mind raced. The truth was that I didn’t think I could take any. I was weak, and the idea of even one strike was terrifying. But I forced myself to respond, my voice trembling. “Five,” I whispered.

He laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Five?” he repeated, clearly amused. “Then I’ll double it.”

I barely had time to process his words before the first strike landed. The riding crop bit into my skin with a sharp, stinging pain that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the sofa as I tried to steady myself.

The second strike came quickly, then the third, each one worse than the last. By the fourth, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I focused desperately on anything to distract myself. My gaze landed on the wet spot on the sofa where my gag had been. Droplets of saliva clung to the leather, slowly rolling downward, and I watched them with an almost obsessive focus, trying to block out the pain.

He continued, the strikes relentless, the sound of the crop meeting my skin echoing through the room. By the time he reached ten, my body was trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps. But somehow, despite the pain, despite the humiliation, I felt more alive than ever.

He left me there, my body trembling and my skin burning from the crop’s relentless strikes. I could hear his footsteps fading away, leaving me alone in the silence. My face remained pressed against the leather sofa, the damp spot from my gag still in view. My breathing was shallow, every slight shift of my body reminding me of the fiery ache on my exposed rear.

From the kitchen, I could hear faint sounds—the clinking of glass, the rush of water, and the low hum of his voice as he seemed to move around with practiced ease. My mind raced, desperate and aching for relief, but also consumed by a longing I couldn’t quite explain. My throat was dry, parched from the gag and the strain of everything, and all I could think about was how much I wanted a drink. I hoped, naively, that he’d return with one for me. But deep down, I knew better.

When he came back, I heard him before I saw him. The confident steps, the quiet creak of leather, and then the faint sound of liquid sloshing as he took a deliberate swig of his drink. I didn’t dare to move, my body still submissively positioned with my head down and my rear exposed. I felt completely vulnerable, waiting for his next move.

He stood behind me for a moment, and I could feel his gaze on my reddened skin. “Your ass looks very red and sore,” he remarked, his tone cool and observational, as if he were commenting on a piece of art.

I flinched instinctively when I felt his hand against my skin, the light touch sending a jolt through me. My entire body tensed, expecting another sharp strike, another wave of pain.

“Calm down,” he said softly, his voice unexpectedly soothing. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not right now.”

His hand moved gently over my skin, tracing the lines of the marks he’d left. The touch was tender, almost reverent, as though he were admiring his own handiwork. My breathing slowed slightly, though I remained on edge, unsure of what to expect. Then, to my surprise, I felt the warmth of his lips pressing against my tender flesh.

The kiss was soft, almost disarming in its gentleness. He continued to caress and kiss my reddened skin, his movements slow and deliberate. I could feel the tension in my body beginning to melt away, replaced by a strange sense of comfort. His hands squeezed me lightly, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he worked his way inward, closer to the center.

When his lips found my hole, I froze, the sensation completely unexpected. He kissed it softly at first, his hands firmly gripping my hips to keep me in place. The mix of gentleness and dominance was intoxicating, leaving me breathless and unable to focus on anything but him. His lips and tongue moved with a deliberate slowness, each touch sending shivers through my body. He gently entered me with his tongue. I longed to be rimmed by him but he kept it short. A tease.

I wanted to speak, to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was stay there, head down, letting him take control. And as he kissed and caressed me, I realized just how completely he owned me in that moment.

I wish I had known what was coming next, but the anticipation made it all the more intoxicating. He spread me open gently, his fingers firm yet careful, as if savoring every moment of control. I could feel my breathing quicken as his lips returned, softer this time, teasing my most vulnerable spot.

I felt myself trembling, not just from the sensation but from the overwhelming mix of desire and submission. I was entirely his. Each touch, each kiss seemed to pull me deeper into this world where he was everything.

As he worked, I could sense his breathing growing heavier. He didn’t speak, but the energy in the room shifted, charged with a tension that sent shivers down my spine. I dared to believe he was enjoying this as much as I was, though he remained so composed, so utterly in control.

I started to push back slightly, instinctively seeking more, craving more, but he chuckled low and stopped me with a firm squeeze. “Easy,” he murmured. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

The words, simple as they were, sent a jolt through me. I obeyed immediately, forcing myself to stay still even as the sensations overwhelmed me. I could feel his arousal pressing against me now, unmistakable and growing. It was maddening.

I wanted to beg for him, for all of him, but I couldn’t form the words. My body spoke for me, responding to every touch, every breath he took. And as he continued, I realized that this was exactly where I wanted to be—beneath him, for him, completely and utterly his.

He guided me upstairs, his head firmly pushing against my back, controlling my every step. I stumbled slightly, unsure of where I was being led. Each movement felt deliberate, his pace unhurried but commanding. When we reached the top of the stairs, I could sense a shift in the air—a heavy stillness, colder somehow.

The door creaked open, and the space swallowed us. It was pitch black, the kind of darkness that made you question the solidity of the ground beneath you. I hesitated, uncertain, but he pressed me forward. My breaths were shallow, the air thick with the faint scent of leather and something else—anticipation, maybe, or fear.

As my eyes strained against the blackness, I felt the wall meet my back. He pushed me against it, firm but not rough, and I could just make out the glint of something metal near my wrists. My heart raced as he methodically secured my hands and feet to the leather restraints fixed to the wall. The straps were tight, but not unbearable—more a reminder of his control than a source of pain.

Finally, he fastened the collar around my neck to the wall, clicking it into place with a sense of finality. The weight of it pressed lightly against my throat, tethering me completely to the wall. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even shift my head without feeling the pull of the restraints. I was utterly immobilized, left entirely to him.

“You’ve been a good boy,” he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the oppressive darkness. “So no more punishment for now. But…” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You need to wait here and think. Think about whether you truly deserve a master’s touch. A master’s caress.”

My voice came out in a rush, desperate and needy. “I do deserve it. I want it. Please, I—”

He interrupted with a quiet chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement. “No. You need to wait. Learn to wait.”

And then he was gone. I could hear his footsteps fading away, leaving me alone in the darkness. The silence was maddening, each passing second feeling like an eternity. My mind raced. Did I deserve him? Did I truly earn his attention? The questions swirled in my head, doubt creeping in with every moment of stillness.

Time became meaningless. My body ached against the restraints, the leather digging lightly into my skin. My cock throbbed, pressing futilely against the chastity device, a constant reminder of my submission. I couldn’t touch, couldn’t relieve myself, couldn’t do anything but wait.

When he finally returned, it was an hour later—or so I thought. It could have been less, or more. I couldn’t tell anymore. I heard his steps before I saw him, the soft sound of his boots on the floor. He didn’t speak, but I could feel his presence, his power filling the room again.

I realized I was whispering to myself, a quiet monologue about how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. The words spilled out unconsciously, my voice low and pleading. And then I looked down, noticing the strain of my cock, hard and trapped within the confines of the chastity device.

I felt his eyes on me, and even though I couldn’t see him clearly, I knew he was watching, studying, deciding. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear, longing, and anticipation as I waited for his next move.

The door creaked open, and I heard his footsteps approaching. My heart raced as he entered the room, his presence immediately filling the space. It had been an hour—an excruciating hour of silence, longing, and relentless anticipation. I felt pathetic, desperate for his attention, like a neglected little dog begging for scraps.

He didn’t speak at first, but I could feel his eyes on me, taking in the sight of me restrained and vulnerable. Finally, he began unfastening the restraints at my wrists, then my ankles. The collar was the last to go, and as he removed it, I felt the weight lift from my neck.

Without the support of the restraints, my legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the floor in a heap. My body was drained, trembling from the tension of holding still for so long, and I could feel the exhaustion settling in.

“Your time against the wall is over,” he said, his voice calm yet commanding. He knelt slightly, his hand brushing over the chastity device. “And since you’ve been a good boy, you’ve earned the privilege of freedom.”

With a deliberate motion, he unlocked the device, the click echoing in the quiet room. Relief flooded my body as the restriction was removed, but it was paired with an acute awareness of how exposed I now was.

He pulled the collar from my neck completely and then stood, towering over me. “Now,” he said, his tone serious, “you are completely naked. Completely unrestrained. If you want to leave, this is your chance.”

The words hung in the air, and I froze. I looked up at him, at the powerful figure looming above me, and there wasn’t a shred of doubt in my mind. “No,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor in it. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to stay longer.”

He smiled, a slow, deliberate smile that sent a wave of warmth through me. “Good boy,” he said, the words like a reward in themselves. He leaned down, his hand cupping my chin, and his lips met mine in a kiss.

The kiss started gentle, but it quickly deepened, becoming hungry and aggressive. His hand moved to my neck, pulling me up as he stood, guiding me to my feet. My back hit the wall, and his body pressed against mine, pinning me there.

Our cocks were both hard, rubbing against each other with every shift of our hips. The friction was electric, sending shocks through my body as the kiss grew fiercer. I could feel his strength in every movement, his dominance radiating off him.

My hands, unsure at first, found their way to his sides, pulling him closer. I could feel the leather of his pants against my skin, the texture adding another layer of sensation. The world outside disappeared; there was only him, his touch, his scent, his power.

At that moment, I was completely his, and nothing else mattered.

He looked at me, his expression a mix of authority and calculated patience. “Let’s see how deserving you are,” he said, his voice low and steady, a tone that sent a shiver through me. “Let’s see if you’re truly willing. If you’re truthful about wanting this.”

I remained on the floor, my hands and knees trembling as I tried to hold still. My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded as I watched him move across the room. He stopped at a small table, where a large red candle stood flickering, the flame casting a soft, warm glow in the dim room.

He lifted the candle and turned back to me, his movements deliberate, his presence as commanding as ever. “If you please me,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, “then I’ll reward you. You’ll get what you’re begging for. But first, you’re going to prove it.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I wanted to respond, to affirm my willingness, but no words came. I only nodded, my body taut with anticipation and fear.

He stepped closer, and I could see the molten wax pooling at the candle’s tip. The first drop fell, hitting my shoulder. The heat seared into my skin, sharp and shocking, and I flinched, but I didn’t move away. The pain was intense, radiating outward from the spot where the wax landed, but I bit my tongue, forcing myself to endure it.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice sharp.

Another drop fell, this time on my chest, and I clenched my fists against the floor. The wax dripped slowly at first, each drop a test of my resolve. The agony built with every second, but I stayed as still as I could, desperate to prove myself.

He moved closer, tilting the candle further, letting a small stream of wax spill over my skin. The heat was relentless, spreading in jagged paths across my torso. I could feel the wax hardening as it cooled, sticking to me like a second skin. My breathing was ragged, and my body shook with the effort of staying still.

The wax dripped lower, tracing a path down my stomach. I tensed, fear gripping me as the heat inched closer to my crotch. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once, but I kept biting down the urge to cry out.

Then it came. The first splash of wax on my balls and cock. The pain was blinding, a raw, searing intensity that pushed me to the edge of my limits. Tears welled in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks unbidden, but I stayed in place, shaking, desperate to endure.

He poured more wax, letting it coat me completely. The sensation was unbearable, the heat seeming to last forever before finally cooling. My thighs were next, the wax painting long, fiery trails down to my knees.

And then, finally, it stopped.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of my shallow, uneven breaths. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming, but I stayed on my hands and knees, waiting.

I didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare speak. I waited for his judgment, for him to decide if I was worthy of his touch, his time. My tears mixed with the hardened wax on my body, a testament to the pain I had endured.

I had proved myself—or so I hoped.

Master stood before me, his presence still overwhelming. My body was trembling, not just from the lingering pain of the wax but from the adrenaline coursing through me. He crossed his arms, looking down with an air of authority, and said, “Cool down.”

I nodded, unsure if I was allowed to speak, unsure of anything except that I needed to obey. He frowned, and his voice turned sharp. “Talk to me,” he demanded.

The authority in his tone sent a jolt through me, and I immediately responded, “Yes, sir.” My voice was shaky, but it seemed to satisfy him for the moment.

Without another word, he stepped forward, lifting his boot and stomping it down on me—not with full force, but enough to push me into submission. The hard leather pressed into my hair, scraping down my back as he dragged his foot along my body. I didn’t resist, didn’t move, leaning forward into the pressure.

“Stay down,” he ordered, and I obeyed, my face nearly pressed to the floor. He adjusted his stance, positioning himself so that his groin was directly in front of my face. With a firm grip, he pushed my face into him, burying me against his crotch.

I could feel the tension in his body as he prepared himself, and then it happened. The warm stream of urine hit me, spilling over my face, down my cheeks, and into my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, humiliating, and utterly consuming. I struggled to take it all, the sheer volume surprising me, and it poured over me like a flood.

The embarrassment burned inside me, the mortifying realization that I was being used like this. Memories of seeing him at the Pride event flashed through my mind. I had been drawn to him then, but I never could have imagined this.

And yet, despite the humiliation, I found myself exhilarated. My heart was racing, my mind spinning, but beneath it all, there was an undeniable satisfaction in knowing I was pleasing him. The humiliation, the submission—it was all worth it because it made him happy.

When he finally finished, he stepped back, letting me fall slightly forward, gasping for air. My body was a mess, wet and trembling, but my heart was full. This was not a story I would ever tell, not something I would admit to anyone, but in that moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Secretly, I was loving every second of it.

Master regarded me for a long moment, his gaze firm but approving. “You’ve been very good,” he said, his voice steady and calm, a small edge of warmth breaking through his usual stern demeanor. He turned, opening a nearby door, and motioned for me to follow.

I rose carefully, still sore and trembling, and followed him through the doorway. The room was dimly lit, and the centerpiece was a large bed with a sleek, black sheet stretched tightly across it. The material gleamed faintly in the light, its smooth, rubbery surface unmistakably designed for the kind of session we were having. The pillows were encased in matching satin, adding an almost luxurious touch to the otherwise stark setting.

“Crawl to the bed,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I dropped back to my hands and knees, making my way to the bed as instructed. The cool, smooth surface of the sheet greeted my skin as I climbed onto it and laid flat, my stomach pressing against the mattress. The sensation of the material beneath me was unfamiliar but strangely comforting, grounding me in the moment.

Master stood behind me, his movements deliberate as always. “Before I give you what you want,” he said, “you need to be ready.”

I tensed at his words, but I trusted him completely. He began working with slow, methodical care, ensuring I adjusted to the sensations as he prepared me. His hands were firm but patient, coaxing and guiding rather than rushing.

“Relax,” he said firmly, his hand on my back as I tried to let go of my tension.

Over time, I felt my body yielding, my mind and muscles both learning to trust the process. His pace was unhurried, giving me the space to adjust as he took me further than I thought I could go. He occasionally paused, giving me time to breathe deeply and let the sensations settle, ensuring that I was as comfortable as possible despite the intensity.

I felt his hand rest on my lower back for a moment, a gesture that felt almost reassuring. “Good boy,” he murmured, a note of approval that sent a warm glow through me despite the challenges of the experience.

With every moment, I could feel myself becoming more open, not just physically but emotionally, as I surrendered fully to his guidance. My trust in him, and my desire to please him, outweighed everything else.

Not so surprise second time

After being fucked by Greg the weekend before, it was all i could think about.  All week I had been jerking off, using a dildo on my ass and imagining Greg inside me and stroking my cock.  When it was again a weekend, I texted Greg and said “can I cum over and watch the game?”.  He immediately replied and said “wife is gone, so cum on over”.  The excitement I felt at his quick response made me immediately hard.

I quickly walked over to Greg’s, hard the entire time and I could already feel my ass pulsating and opening, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen.  I yearned to have his cock in me again.

I went to knock on the door, but Greg opened it before I could.  He was completely naked and his large cock was already hard.  I found myself staring at it and licking my lips.  “Looks like I may have created a slut” Greg said.  “I am your slut” I replied.

I went inside and quickly stripped.  Greg grabbed my cock and started sucking my nipples.  “God that feels good” I moaned out and Greg squeezed my cock harder and sucked my nipples firmly.  I reached to stroke his cock, but he pushed my hand away.  “I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to touch me”.  The excitement I felt at him taking charge was overwhelming.

Greg stroked me some more and then bent down and took my cock in his mouth.  I could already feel the precum dripping out of me and he licked it off the tip of my cock.  My cock had never been as hard as it was in that moment.  He reached around my ass and played with my hole, then penetrated me with no lube.  It burned a little at first, but after a few strokes it felt wonderful.

“Please let me touch your cock”, I said.  “I’ve been dreaming of it all week”.  

“I know you have.  I saw you standing at your window, jacking off staring at my house.  What were you thinking about that day?”.  I replied “I was thinking about becoming your slut and you fucking me however you want”.  “You will be my slut.  I have big plans for you.  Go into the bedroom and stand by the bed” Greg commanded.

I’d never thought about being submissive before, especially for another guy, but I couldn’t help myself.  Greg had unlocked something inside of me that I couldn’t keep from him.  I went into the bedroom and waited for Greg to come in.

“Get on your knees” Greg said firmly.  I did as I was told and he slapped his cock against my face and lips, but wouldn’t allow me to take it into my mouth despite opening my mouth desperately wanting to feel his cock thrust into my mouth and throat.

Greg got onto his hands and knees on the bed and commanded “lick my asshole”.  A gasp escaped me and I quickly put my face to his ass and started tonging his hole.  “Good boy.  Keep this up and you’ll earn my cock”.  I licked with more pressure and faster, wanting to please him.  I NEEDED his cock!

After a few minutes, he flipped over and laid on the bed.  “You’ve been such a good slut.  I’ll let you suck my cock now.  I moaned out and immediately took his cock in my mouth, sliding as deeply into my throat as I could.  I was only get about 5 inches of his 7 inch cock down, but kept trying to take more because I wanted all of it so badly.

Greg put his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down faster and deeper.  I resisted taking more at first, but he said “open your throat, you will take it all”.  I did, and gagged a few times, but eventually got comfortable enough to take it all.  I felt so excited and dirty at the same time.  It was wonderful.  Greg was moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes, I was told to lay on my stomach on the bed.  Greg spread my ass open and licked my ass.  I’d never had that done to me before and it felt so good that i arched my back to give him a better angle.  “Look how eager you are!  You’re taking to this so quickly that I think you’ve been a closet slut for a long time”.  I replied “I am a slut for you.  Please, I beg you to fuck me”.

“You’ve been such a good slut that I’ll let you have my cock.  Get on your hands and knees”.  I quickly got into position and Greg squeezed lube on my asshole and started roughly fingering me.  After just a few strokes, he put a second finger in and I could tell that my wanting hole could easily take three.  “More” I moaned out, reaching back and stroking my cock.  Greg slid a third of his think fingers inside me, curling his fingers with each long stroke to hit my prostate..  I moaned with each stroke and pushed my ass back into his fingers to get them deeper.

I heard the cap flip off the bottle of lube and knew he was drenching his cock with it.  “Oh yes” I said.  He circled the head of his cock against my gaping hole a few times, then easily slid it in.  He would do a long ,deep stroke, pull out of me, then plunge it back in.  I moaned each time, again pushing back against him with each stroke.

“You are now my fuck toy.  You will give yourself to me whenever I tell you.  I don’t care what excuse you have to make up to come over, but you will get over here when I command you”.  Oh my god that was hot!  “I will” I said in a breathy voice.

Greg then pushed hard into me and began fucking me hard and fast.  “Yeah, you take that cock slut” Greg said sternly.  “Uh, Uh, Uh” I moaned with each fast, deep drive of his cock.  “Fuck yourself with my cock” greg said and stopped moving his hips.  I pushed back on him as quickly as I could.  I couldn’t believe how eager I was to comply with his every order.  My god, I am a closet slut!

After a few minutes I had to start slowing down because I was getting tired.  Greg then took over and started pounding me harder than ever.  We were both loudly moaning and sweat was dripping down my body.  “I want you to cum in me” I begged.  “Oh, you’re gonna take my load and it’s gonna be big.  You make me so hot slut”.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and I knew he would soon cum.  He started moaning louder and louder, and then let out a loud “Ungh!!” and I could feel his cum squirt so deep inside me.  “Oh cum for me Greg, cum for me” I shouted.

He told me to turn over, and put his still hard cock back inside me.  “Stroke your cock for me” he said and I grabbed my cock and started stroking it fast..  I could feel his cum dripping out of me, which excited me more.  After just a minute or two, I said “I’m gonna cum!”.  “Cum all over yourself!” Greg exclaimed and I angled my dick toward my torso.  A huge cumshot went into the air and splattered all over my stomach and chest.  Last time I had had the best orgasm ever.  This time beat it by a mile.

Greg stroked in and out me a few times more, then pulled out which felt incredible.  “I’m going to send you a list of tasks this week and you’ll be cumming over again next Sunday”.  I replied “whatever you want, I’ll do”.  “I know you will, because you are such a slut” Greg said.  My mind raced with anticipation and I couldn’t wait to see my orders.

I live in the Olympia WA area.  Any guys in the general area that fit the body description from my first story and want to make it a reality, leave a comment letting me know.  I’ll reply with an email address so we can see if we can make things work

We switch to Garrett’s pov for this chapter. I promise you the next chapter will have all the hardcore sex you can hope for, but as I said, these first few chapters are more of a build-up to the main events. I envision this being a lengthier story, so please stick with me! Thanks for your continued support! Enjoy!

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Garrett

Garrett Henry was drunk.

And horny. But mostly drunk.

Okay, so mostly drunk and horny. But come the fuck on, when was he not? Either way, that was his excuse as to why he was downloading that fucking app again—the one he’d deleted six days ago for the fifth thousandth time, swearing he’d never download it again.

The party was winding down, and he was perplexed as he surveyed those who were left. There were plenty of babes here that he could have hooked up with throughout the night. Fuck, he could have fucked Madison, instead of siphoning her off to Eli. She’d been giving him sex eyes the whole night, along with a host of other chicks. And yet, he hadn’t sought them out.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, telling himself he was tired of all the same trash girls. He wanted a challenge. But now that he was drunk enough, maybe the truth was, he’d been waiting for this moment. Where his inhibitions would take a fucking chill pill and he could go looking for what he really wanted.

Garrett was staying the night at Eli’s tonight, but he hadn’t seen his bro since he caught Eli and Madison heading upstairs. Maybe they’d already passed out. What the fuck ever. It didn’t matter. Actually, this worked out better for him.

Shutting himself inside Eli’s Dad’s private office, he kicked back in the office chair and propped his size thirteen Nike’s on the desk.

He rolled his eyes and cursed himself for having deleted the fucking account last time as he filled out the information again, picking his best shirtless picture for the profile pic. Abruptly, jealousy flared at Eli and his ridiculous six-pack. Not that anyone had ever complained that he was more on the beefy side, it just pissed him off.

After what felt like forever, Garrett started scrolling the various profiles in the nearby area. He would have preferred to cast a wider net in case he ran into someone he knew. Gasp. But seeing as he was drunk, as was normally the case, and he’d have to take an Uber anywhere he went, the shorter the distance the better.

He skipped the blank profiles, settling on the ones with pictures. He had a certain type in mind, with hard bodies like his. More feminine guys were hot, but he wasn’t opposed to jughead jocks like him either.

His mammoth-sized cock thickened beneath his swim trunks and he ran a hand over the outline, sending a basic, “hey” and “what up?” to a few guys.

It was two years ago, right after his sixteenth birthday when Garrett first watched gay porn. That’s what started this whole fucking thing.

He hadn’t meant to click on the video, but he’d been jerking off for like fifteen minutes and had gone down the rabbit hole in a major way, clicking on video after video, one thing leading to another until he was dumbstruck, watching this little twink get railed by a muscled black dude. That’s what had pushed him over the edge. That fucking video had him shooting a huge wad all over himself.

Just like with the app he was now on, he’d sworn he would never watch something like that ever again. But, two weeks later, there he was, jerking off watching two jocks fuck each other’s brains out.

It got worse after that, and for the next year, gay porn was almost the only thing he watched when he wasn’t having sex of his own. Of course, he overcompensated then, fucking more and more girls just to prove that’s what he was really into. And, let’s be serious, it wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy fucking girls, he definitely did. But it still felt like something was missing. It wasn’t until he and Eli started tagging girls together, that sex started to get interesting again. It didn’t help when Garrett realized he spent most of his time watching his bro than paying any attention to whatever chick they had between them.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, rather, they hadn’t done that in quite a while. Garrett never knew why it stopped and found that he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Eli would probably think it was weird. There were certain things you just didn’t talk about, and that was one of them.

The first time Garrett fucked a guy was one month ago. He’d heard of this app before, but because he wasn’t eighteen yet, he’d never been able to get past the age verification. If he was honest, that’s probably what kept him from doing it sooner.

It was the quickest and hottest experience of his life. He didn’t know the guy, didn’t even get his name. Fortunately, he let the stranger take the lead, content to pretend he knew what the fuck he was doing. He’d been absolutely shit-faced, but he remembered every second of the encounter. The hookup had insisted on it being anonymous, and even though Garrett wasn’t even sure what that meant, it sounded hot. Turns out, it was exactly what he needed.

He’d walked into the guy’s studio apartment to find him ass up, face down on the bed. He was a skinny guy, only a few years older than Garrett, but that ass… He was so nervous he practically vibrated the entire way over, hands shaking as he opened the door. But the moment he saw the stranger’s perfect bubble butt hovering in the air, waiting for him like a treasure to be seized, a heavy calm set upon his shoulders. He knew nothing but that perfect pink hole and how much he wanted to destroy it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” the little twink had said, practically whimpering into the pillow. Garrett had nearly fallen apart at the sound. He didn’t respond though. He didn’t trust himself enough.

He got a little nervous again when he slapped his dick against the stranger’s hole a few times. He sent the twink a photo of his dick beforehand, and even though he said it wouldn’t be a problem, Garrett was still apprehensive.

He’d only done anal once with a girl and she’d screamed like a little bitch the moment his head slipped in and demanded he take it out. Did it actually count if he wasn’t even able to get it all the way in?

Eh, semantics.

Turns out, the twink was right. After copious amounts of lube, and only a few minutes of squeezing himself between the guy’s vise-like grip, he slid home. Never did the twink beg him to take it out or complain it was too big. He did scream though, but only for more, more, more.

Garrett wore a condom which was… less than ideal. But hey, he wasn’t an idiot. It didn’t matter though. He was in heaven. He couldn’t believe the feeling, how fucking good he felt—how fucking powerful. Sex with a girl had never felt this good or this primal. He was a fucking man, rutting this little twink into the bed like a fucking god.

He plowed into the guy with everything he had, harder than he ever dared with a girl. Most of them found his horse cock to be too painful for any overly rough fucking. But not this guy. He took it all and he took it hard. Moaning and whining, grunting and begging. Fucking begging him to go harder and deeper.

It didn’t last long. Five minutes, maybe? Which was a fucking travesty and super embarrassing. And that’s when the situation became awkward.

He was horrified. He’d fucked a guy. A. Fucking. Guy. What the fuck? What was he fucking thinking?

He had just enough time to pull out and discard the condom before he rushed out without even saying goodbye, much less asking if the guy had enjoyed himself. Did the guy even finish? What a dick. But hey, at least that was nothing new. Since when did he care about someone else’s pleasure?

Garrett spent most of the Uber ride home trying to make sense of the whole thing. He was straight. He liked pussy, fucking loved it, fucking couldn’t get enough of it. But it wasn’t like he could deny what just happened and what the fuck did that mean?

Once home, taking a shower was first on his list of priorities and he scrubbed himself down harder than he ever had before. He had to get this guy off of him, like right fucking now. As he took the longest shower of his life, he tried to convince himself that sex with a guy wasn’t the hottest sexual encounter of his life. He tried and failed. Fuck, he was half hard by the time he dried off remembering how tight that twink’s ass had felt gripping his dick and how he’d been able to finally unleash himself.

But fuck him.

“I’m Garrett fucking Henry,” he’d said, staring at himself in the fogged mirror. “Garrett fucking Henry,” he repeated, flexing, “the pussy king.”

He wasn’t fucking gay. He didn’t even find guys attractive, he’d just been curious. Yeah, that’s right, just curious. And even though nobody talked about it, he was sure as fuck other guys had tried it with a guy at least a time or two in their lives. Yeah, it meant nothing. He’d tried it and that was that. It would never happen again.

It happened again, one week later. And again, four days after that. And again, a week ago.

They were different each time—too afraid of using the same guy more than once. That felt too much like a pattern. The sex, however, was the same. He only met up with guys who liked it anonymous and with whom he could find face up, ass down, like the first guy. He would fuck them into oblivion and then leave. Simple and clean.

And though he still considered himself straight, like one hundred percent, it was times like these when he could at least admit that maybe it was a kink—an itch he had to scratch every once in a while. Even if his entire sexual appetites this past month were with guys…

Garrett sighed, thinking back on the muscled frat guy he fucked last week, as he reached the end of available profiles. He’d have to pay to see more than a ten-mile radius and fuck that. That had been hot as fuck, seeing someone like him turned into a submissive slut.

A few responses came through, but no one was super interesting. Guys who couldn’t host or just wanted to talk and swap pics. Fuck all that nonsense. Garrett stretched his arm behind his head and leaned back.

Checking the door, he pulled his dick out, giving it a few slow strokes. Fuck, he hoped someone good came through. He needed another tight ass to plunge his cock into like fucking yesterday. Usually, it didn’t take this long. He was hot as fuck, after all.

Lost in thought,  Garrett was stroking himself and thinking about the jock’s huge bubble butt when his phone vibrated against his chest. Garrett gulped, looking at the picture. Under the caption “Couple,” two guys stood next to each other, nothing showing besides their torsos. One was undeniably bigger than the other, his body ridiculously cut, while his… (boyfriend?) was on the skinnier side, though still pretty toned.

Garrett let go of his dick so he could grip the phone in both hands as he read their profile.

About me: Looking for a third, preferably a top to have some fun with us.

His dick twitched and he frowned. He’d never been with a couple before, obviously. But apparently his cock thought it was a great idea. Fucking stupid thing. How would that even work? He knew for sure he didn’t want anything in or around his ass. And they more than likely didn’t want someone to just come in to fuck them anonymously like his other conquests. Right?

He opened the message anyway. Just for fun.

Couple: Sup bro?

DL: Not much. What about you guys?

Couple: Just looking around. You into couples?

DL: I dunno. Never been with one before.

Couple: Gotcha. Well, you’re hot as fuck.

He chuckled. It never occurred to him how awkward it might feel to compliment another guy.

DL: Thx. You guys look pretty fit.

Couple: Haha. Thanks man.

Garrett took a minute to breath. He didn’t know why but his dick was leaking like crazy. And when did he start jacking off again? He was sure he probably sounded like an idiot, which was nuts because why should he care how he sounded? He didn’t usually.

DL: …what do you guys get into? Like, with a third?

Couple: Honestly this is our first time too.

DL: For real?

Couple: Yeah man.

“Fuck,” he said to himself. His dick was rock hard now, standing straight up. Or, as straight as his dick could with it being so long. He watched the thick vein down the middle pulse. Surely he wasn’t actually considering this, right? Yeah, no way. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the fantasy for a little while. At least until he found someone else.

DL: I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m def not a bottom.

Couple: That’s cool, man. I’m a top too.

DL: Which one are you?

Couple: Sent two photos

Garrett swiped through the photos. It was the guy on the left, then. The more athletic-looking one, which wasn’t a complete shocker. Garrett’s hand slid up and down his cock—he couldn’t deny he was a good-looking bro. He probably would have his fair share of chicks if he was even into that sort of thing. All three photos were him in various states: posing in front of a mirror in a pair of black boxers, flexing his cut six-pack (the fucker), and heavily defined biceps. In the second photo, he was in bed, his boxers pulled down under his balls and holding what was probably a seven-inch cock at the base surrounded by trimmed pubes. The only light, probably from his phone, cast a warm glow that highlighted his contours. Garrett found his mouth suddenly dry.

Get it the fuck together, Henry.

DL: Nice man. What about the bottom?

Couple: Haha. Thx man.

Couple: Sure.

Couple: Sent two photos.

Garrett sat up a little straighter. This was definitely more his style.

Maybe the top sensed he was a little on the hesitant side because both photos of his boyfriend were ass shots. Garrett started jerking off again, looking at them.

In both variations, the guy was ass up, just the way Garrett liked it, only he was completely splayed out, showcasing surprisingly defined back muscles. In one, his hands gripped the sides of an impressive bubble butt, spreading the cheeks to display the most beautiful tight pink hole he’d ever seen. The other, however, had him laying on his stomach and wearing a jock strap. His legs were squeezed shut, accentuating the voluptuous curves of his round ass.

“God damn.”

A chill ran down Garrett’s spine as he envisioned what it would feel like, slapping that ass and watching it ripple through the skin. He imagined pulling the jock strap tight, wrapping it around his hand as he sawed the guy in half with his dick.

Garrett shook his head. Fuck.

DL: Jesus. That’s a nice ass, man.

Couple: Smiley face emoji. Fuck yeah, man. You should come experience it irl.

DL: I dunno man. I’m straight. Two guys… I dunno.

Couple: I gotcha man.

Couple: I’m bi… If that makes you feel any better.

DL: For real, for real?

Couple: Yeah.

DL: You fuck chicks too?

Couple: Used to all the time. Still do from time to time, as long as my bf is there. Wink face emoji.

DL: That’s kinda hot, tbh. Your bf bi too?

Couple: Nah. Just likes to watch.

DL: Nice.

DL: You got a chick that could join…?

Couple: Nah, sorry.

Setting his phone down, he reluctantly let go of his cock, rubbing his hands down his face. He should just block these guys. That would be the smart thing.

Why. Was. This. So. Hot?

Especially now that he knew the top liked fucking girls. And his boyfriend… liked watching? Jesus Christ. But it still didn’t solve the problem. Up until now his hookups had all been quick and transactional and he had absolutely no idea what it would look like if these guys wanted to actually… talk to him. Plus, there were two, which meant double the risk that he might fucking know one of them. He hadn’t even seen any of his hookup’s faces, much less let them see his. And what if they wanted to… touch him?

Yeah, fuck that. It was too much of a risk.

Couple: Sent a video.

He shouldn’t open it. He really shouldn’t open it. Of course, he fucking did it anyway.

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

The video wasn’t too grainy, but it was dark. He couldn’t see their faces, it was just a pov shot. The bottom was on his stomach, the top holding the camera down so Garrett had a perfect fucking view of the top’s cock as it slid between his boyfriend’s cheeks and into his ass with zero resistance.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkk,” the bottom whined. “Fuck yeah,” he begged, “give me that fucking dick.”

“Fuck yeah, babe,” the top growled. “I’m gonna fucking breed you like the little whore you are.”

Garrett bit into his bottom lip so hard he was surprised he didn’t draw blood. He was almost close to cumming and he hadn’t even touched himself. That dirty talk was so fucking hot. Fuck.

The video only lasted another fifteen seconds, but already the top was drilling into his boyfriend with such ferocity that the camera shook violently in his hands. Garrett could have cried by the time it ended.

DL: Fuck that’s hot. Shit, man.

Couple: Hahahahahaha. Yeah. Thx man.

Couple: You wouldn’t believe how fucking good his ass feels, bro.

DL: I wish I knew.

DL: He like being talked down to like that?

Couple: Fuck yeah.

DL: Hottttt.

Couple: He’s a good little slut.

Couple: You sure you don’t want to join?

DL: Idk.

DL: ….How would that even work, bro? I don’t get fucked. Like ever.

DL: Do you ever bottom?

Couple: Not really. I only recently tried it for the first time. So like, twice.

DL: How was it?

Couple: Hot. But I’m still a top.

DL: So…. What would we do?

Couple: Whatever you want man.

Couple: I’d be cool taking turns on him with you. Or even just watching. That would be a first for me, but I feel like it’d be super fucking hot.

Couple: Do you have pics?

Garrett smiled. This outta be good.

DL: Sent two photos

Couple: Mouth hanging open emoji. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Dude.

Couple: Yeah, no way could I handle that. My bf is practically drooling though. Hahahaha.

Couple: You’re making me look bad.

DL: Lmfao. Sorry bro.

DL: Ya’ll like it tho?

Couple: Hell yeah.

Couple: You ever had head from a guy?

DL: Nah.

Couple: Well shit. Would you be down for that?

Garrett paused. He’d honestly never thought about it before. Okay, so that was a lie. In the numerous videos he watched, he couldn’t deny that it always looked like guys knew what they were doing sucking dick. Not like chicks who were all teeth and sucked for like five seconds before trying to get you to eat them out.

But getting his dick sucked involved a whole lot of face time…

DL: I mean, maybe.

Couple: Fuckkkk. We’d love to share that huge dick.

Garrett nearly creamed himself. In all the sex he had, and it was a lot, that was something he’d never done.

He shook himself again. What was he even doing? This was a total waste of his time. And since he was apparently incapable of ending the conversation himself, maybe honesty would be the best way to end this shit.

DL: Shit.

DL: Here’s my problem, bro. I’ve only hooked up with like four guys, and they were all anonymous. I came in, fucked them with their heads buried under pillows or some shit, and left. I don’t know how I feel about everyone seeing who everyone is.

DL: That make sense? It just feels like a lot.

When they didn’t immediately respond, Garrett’s stomach bottomed out. Which was fucking stupid. This was the whole point of being honest, so he could move on.

Garrett waited. And waited. And waited.

By the time his phone vibrated, he was positive it wasn’t them.

Couple: What if we all wore masks?

DL: Masks?

Couple: Yeah, like. I got some ski masks. It’d just be our eyes and mouths that would be showing.

His heart skipped a beat. Skipped an actual fucking beat. What the fuck? Was he seriously considering this? His dick sure as hell was. And, truthfully, it wasn’t the worst idea.

DL: Hm.. That might work bro. I dunno if I have a ski mask handy tho, lol.

Couple: I have an extra. I can leave it outside for you.

DL: Shit… Okay…

Couple: Yeah?

DL: So you two would just suck me and then I fuck your boy?

Couple: Sounds fucking hot.

Couple: You clean?

DL: I mean, I might shower?

Couple: LMAO. I mean, like, disease free.

DL: Shit fuck. Haha. Yeah.

Couple: Same. Would be hot for you to fuck him bare.

DL: Wide eyed emoji. You’d be cool with that?

Couple: Fuck yeah. After you leave I’m gonna fuck him too. It’d be hot as fuck to think of him stuffed with two loads.

DL: Damn… that is hot. I’ve never fucked a guy bare.

Couple: It’s so much better.

Couple: If you feel like it, you could stay and watch after you’re done.

DL: Idk man. I probably won’t wanna stick around. No offense.

Couple: Nah, I get it.

DL: Maybe… Maybe we could take turns tho

Couple: Fucking hell yeah, dude.

Couple: So…. You down?

Garrett’s heart was thumping so loudly in his ears, that he couldn’t hear himself think. He was seriously considering having a goddamn three-way with a gay dude and his fucking bisexual boyfriend. How the hell did he get himself into this shit?

Grinding his molars, he let himself imagine it. Two hot, wet mouths, expertly sucking his cock—letting it slip out of one and into the other. That hot tight little ass between two heaping mounds, all his for the taking. Fucking sharing that hole if he wanted, like he used to do with Eli, using that submissive little whore until he was fucking spent.

He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it over his head, and huffed.

Fuck it.

DL: Where you at?

Having decided to re-stucco my entire Palm Springs home, I spent several weeks feeling imprisoned in the home.  Everyday a large crew of workers showed up and seemed to be everywhere in my front and backyards.  I had virtually no privacy.  I kept telling myself that this, too, would pass.

I had taken to closing curtains and pulling down shades to avoid feeling like I was under a microscope.  I did sneak glances at the workers from time to time.  Several were Latino muscle studs who worked in tank tops or shirtless.  I admit I got horned up seeing their ripped physiques—perspiring in the hot sun–with smooth cinnamon-colored skin.  One afternoon, an especially muscled Latino with longish black hair and sleeve tatoos on both arms winked at me as I entered my home.  What was that about, I thought.  I had learned his name was Manny.  He seemed to have a buddy who was even more built and tatted.  His name was Javier.  He had wavy black hair that fell about his handsome face.  

While Manny had a thick patch of black armpit hair, Javier, I noticed, seemed to be entirely hairless.  I wondered why he shaved his pits.  Maybe he wrestled in some independent league, I speculated.  Given my wrestling kink, I hoped I was right.

On about day 17, I needed a release.  I closed the curtains to the French doors leading from my bedroom to the backyard patio.  I pulled out a vibrating magic wand from a bathroom drawer and laid back on my king bed with my back propped against two pillows.  I wore only my white briefs.  I’m in my mid-50s.  I have short blonde hair with specks of silver, blue eyes and a trimmed goatee that is silver.  I stay very fit—each week getting in about three to four strength workouts and a bunch of cardio sessions on a StairMaster.  I’ve got 46” pecs and 16” biceps.  My chest and abs are smooth.  I have cropped dirty blonde pit hair, which matches my trimmed pubes.  My 7.5” cock is cut and pretty thick.

As I settled back, I turned on the magic wand.  I began to run the vibrating head across the pouch of my briefs.  My cock began to swell up immediately.  Once it was semi-hard, I concentrated on massaging the shaft and v-spot under my mushroom head.  After a few moments, my cock head pushed through my waistband. I peeled my briefs down and off my legs before running the wand up and down my shaft.  I moved it down to my taint and then my pucker.  The head was too fat to enter my hole, but the vibrations stimulated my prostate and my hard cock twitched on my abs.  My slit glistened with pre-cum.

I closed my eyes and moved the wand back to my cock.  I massaged the cut head and shaft again and began to feel my climax approaching.  I wanted the session to last longer—edging myself until I shot my load on my chest.  

When I opened my eyes, I was startled to see a crack in the curtain and a grinning face—Manny’s face to be specific—staring at my naked body through the window.

He disappeared from my view.  Just as I felt some embarrassment, I saw the door handle turn.  The door pushed inward against the curtain.  Manny slipped around the curtain before shutting the door behind him.  He was not wearing a shirt.  His brown chest must have been 50”.  He had a cut six-pack.

“Papi,” he almost purred, “You need a man not a vibrator to take care of that.”  He eyed my erection and swollen mushroom head.

I started to object, “What the fuck, Manny!”

“Settle down papi,” he cut me off, “Gonna take good care of you.  It’ll be our little secreto.”

The Latino hunk kicked off his work boots.  He unfastened the belt on his blue jeans.  He quickly unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down his big quads and calves.  He was wearing white briefs, which contrasted nicely with his cinnamon-colored skin.  Curly black pubes sprouted above the top of his waistband.  I wondered if he was half-African American.  His bulge was huge.  The stud was semi-hard.  His cotton pouch tented outward.  I was spellbound by his quick striptease.

Manny moved forward and mounted my king bed.  He moved between my legs and took the magic wand from my right hand.  The hunk smiled at me as he turned off the device.  He looked down at my crotch and fully erect cock.

“Si, papi,” he said with appreciation, “Manny gonna take good care of you.”

He leaned forward, opened his mouth and swallowed my cock.  

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, as he began to suction my manhood.  The stud began bobbing and slurping—feasting on my cock like it was the best lollipop ever.

He pulled off for a second and said with a grin, “Tastes bueno, Papi.  Your pre-cum is dulce!”  He added, “Call me your chupapollas….or just puta!”

The sexy Latino stud resumed sucking my cock.  Never gagging, he went down on me until his nose brushed against my cropped pubes.  I placed my right hand on the back of his head and began to push his face down on my dick.  I applied more pressure and was soon face fucking the muscle hunk.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long.  Manny must have sensed this too and pulled off my cock, giving it a rest.  Without warning, he rose up and grabbed my ankles and dragged my body towards the foot of the bed.  Standing there, he raised and spread my legs then rolled me backwards.  The next thing I knew, the stud buried his face in my ass crack.  His warm tongue found my pucker and began rimming it.  

“Ohhhhh….ohhhhhhh,” I moaned.  All I could see in my pretzel-like position was my hard cock dangling downwards and pointing at my face.

“Fuck yeah, papi, your hole tastes so good,” he murmured before diving back into it.

After a few minutes, Manny rose back up and let go of my legs.  As my view of him returned, I saw the purplish head of his erect cock.  It had risen above his waistband along with half of his thick shaft.  The guy was packing major heat.  At least 9”.  He was uncut but the swollen head had pushed through his foreskin.

Manny saw that I was entranced.  “Like what you see, papi,” he said, then pulled down the front of his briefs and hooked them under smooth balls.  His cock curved upward, not quite like a banana.  His big head seemed to weigh down the tool.  My own cock twitched on my abs at the sight of his tool.

“Maybe we see if papi is also a chupapollas,” he said before moving onto the bed.  He straddled my chest.  I stared upwards at his perfect chest with large dark brown nipples.  His fat cock jutted outward from his patch of black pubes.

Manny’s right hand pressed the head of his cock to my lips.  “Si papi, take my big cock,” he demanded.  I opened my mouth wide and felt his huge tool enter.  My tongue swirled around the bulbous head.  It tasted salty from his sweat.  

His masculine smell invaded my senses and I let him press his cock farther into my mouth until the head was buried in my throat.  He cupped the back of my head and yanked my face onto his full length until my nose brushed against his pubes.  I started to choke after a few seconds and he finally let me pull off to catch my breath.  As I did, long strands of his pre-cum stretched from my mouth to his cock.

“Take it again,” he ordered, once more yanking my face onto his hard cock.  This time I lasted a bit longer.  My nose was pressed into his pubic bone.  

“Fuck, papi, fuck you’re such a good chupapollas!” he exclaimed as I came up for air once more.  His pre-cum was even thicker this time.  It tasted as salty as his sweat.  

My cock remained hard on my abs.  I tried to reach it before the next round of face fucking began, but Manny swatted my hand away.  Instead, he reached back and gave my dick a few strokes.  He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted my arousal.  Then, he roughly skull-fucked me with his thick 9” cock.  The room was filled with my gagging sounds as he owned my mouth.

As this was happening, I heard the door handle turn.  A male voice said, “You got papi ready for me, Manny?”

“Si Javi, si.  Papi is ready for your big cock,” Manny replied.  He withdrew his cock from my throat and slapped the big head against my cheeks.

I couldn’t see Javi from my vantage point.  I heard rustling as he quickly disrobed.  Then I felt hands grabbing my ankles again and raising my legs.  My calves were placed on broad muscled shoulders.  I heard Javi spit and felt the warm liquid hit my pucker.  A very swollen fat head began to press into my outer rim.  “I…I…don’t know,” I sputtered, “It’s….so fucking fat….”

“It’s ok, papi,” the voice said, “You’re gonna be our little puta.”

I felt even greater pressure at my entrance.  Javier’s cock had to be fatter than Manny’s.  But it persisted and after about half a minute, I felt my hole being split wide open.  Slowly, I accepted the massive dick into my chute.  Javi moaned, “Ohhhhh, fuccckkkk,” as his balls finally rested on my ass cheeks.  Thankfully he paused letting me adjust to his girth and length.  

Manny meanwhile shoved his hard tool back into my throat, stuffing me full of his Latino manhood.  I couldn’t see Javier but felt him begin to move his hips, thrusting gently at first but picking up speed.  Soon his big balls were slapping into my ass cheeks.  I grunted and gagged around Manny’s huge piece of meat.  More pre-cum spurted into my throat from his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, puta’s so tight….so good!” Javier declared.  Manny added, “Puta’s a very good cocksucker too.  I’m gonna cum if I keep face-fucking him!”

“No Manny,” Javier said, “Let me catch up to you!”  With that, Javier began pounding my hole mercilessly.  My grunts grew louder.  Manny let me pull off his big dick and I began yelling, “OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!”  Javier grabbed my hard cock and began stroking it in tandem with his thrusts.

I wasn’t going to last long but then Manny did something unexpected.  He pulled out and slid down my torso towards Javier.  Manny raised his hips.  I felt Javier grab the base of my hard cock, holding it upwards.  Then Manny sank downward, allowing his hole to be penetrated by my cock.  “Oooohhhhh, papi, fucccckkkkkk,” he sighed.  His hole felt so good.  I began to thrust upwards.

Javier had pulled out of my hole.  “Fuck that’s hot, Manny” he said.  Then I felt his body move in close to mine.  His hard cock pressed against my shaft and slowly pushed into Manny’s hole along with my own.  “Ohhhhhhhh, Javi, you’re so big.  You and papi are so fucking big, fuuuccckkkkk….” moaned Manny.  

I had slowed my thrusts as Javi pushed into Manny’s hole.  I knew from a little past experience that Javier would be in charge.  He began thrusting faster and faster while I just buried my cock as deep as it would go into Manny’s canal.  Each thrust from Javier sent waves of pleasure from my dick to the rest of my body.  

Manny’s big cock remained hard and bounced up and down, dripping pre-cum on my abs.  His right hand began to stroke the cock.  His eyes rolled backwards, “OOOOHHHHH FFFUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!” he hollered as white cum shot from his cock.  The first blast hit my chin.  The second my neck.  And the third my pecs.  It was a massive, watery load that coated my upper torso.

Javier and I were right behind Manny.  The pressure against my v-spot from Javi’s thrusts took me over the edge and I felt my load explode inside Manny, “OHHH GODDDDDDD, I’M CUMMING!!!” I yelled as my orgasm hit.  Javier moaned his release, “OOOOHHHHHHH PAPI, FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!” he said.  His body shuddered and convulsed as he kept shooting into his buddy’s hole.

As he came down from his release, Manny lifted his hips and moved back up my torso.  He smiled down at me, “Papi, time to clean me up!’  He pressed the still swollen head of his dick into my mouth.  I tasted his salty release and resumed swirling my tongue around his head and foreskin.  I felt Javier’s mouth engulf my semi-hard cock as he tasted my cum and polished my tool.

Manny finally sat back and slid off my body.  Then I saw Javier for the first time.  He was all smooth brown muscle.  He had a large lion tattoo on his left pec.  He had wavy black hair and brown eyes.  His body was hairless.  His big uncut cock had deflated but appeared to be at least 10” long and thick as fuck.  He grinned at me, “Next time I’ll breed papi’s hole…just you and me.”

I don’t know what got into me but I suddenly asked Javier, “By any chance, do you guys wrestle?”

Javier smirked, “Yeah, we do Lucha Libre at a private club in town.  Why?”  I had not heard of this club, but my interest was sparked.  I’d have to check it out.

“Well,” I said, “I wrestle too.  Maybe we should have match?”

“Papi, you’d be no match for us,” Javi said cockily.  “I mean I’m 6’2” and weight 225 pounds.  Manny is 6’1” and 220 pounds.  And this club, it has strip matches with ‘stakes’ on the line.  You understand?”

“Just my kind of wrestling,” I replied with a grin, “And I don’t lose puta.”

(To be continued?)

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Author’s Note:  Most of this story was true.  Let me know if you’d like a sequel.

Donald lives in a remote town of northern Ontario, Canada, on a buffalo ranch. There is only one boy and one girl in the family. Arthur, the father, is proud of his son, and likes to say that Donald was born on a tractor because he has driven one like a pro since he was 12. On top of his cattle chores, Donald’s task is to fill the cistern with fresh water for washing and bathing. To save water, mother and daughter bathe together, same for Arthur and Donald. Nudity is no problem; it’s just something natural. Arthur and is wife were madly in love when they got married, and during the following 12-15 years, but husband and wife now live in separate rooms.

Donald hasn’t dated girls seriously because he is attracted to guys, to hairy dudes in particular. A furry chest or ass is synonym of virility in his mind. It’s only at 18 that the teenager has his first sexual contact. It’s quite unexpected. Of all places, it happens in his home, while taking a bath. His father has huge hairy balls and that triggers an erection that Donald can not easily hide. His father laughs, jokingly asking: “Am I to believe that you are attracted to men?” Donald blushes, continues to soap himself and suggests that he probably just has a normal desire to masturbate.

Arthur grins and gives him a slap on the ass, adding: “Go ahead, you can ejaculate in front of me; I sometimes play with myself in the shower, so I don’t mind seeing some family seed spurting out of your thick dick. We can jerk off together if that makes you more comfortable.” Dad and son lose no time in pumping their man juice, each in one corner of the shower area. Not surprisingly, Donald leashes out almost twice as much creamy jizz as his father. Two days later, when the teenager steps in the bathroom, he sees his father bending down, and can’t help but stare at Arthur’s hairy ass and balls; his erection is spontaneous.

Noticing his son’s hard-on, Arthur pops THE question: “Are you gay, son?” The reply is not a complete surprise: “To be honest, dad, I’m attracted to hairy men. I easily get a boner when I imagine a hairy body. Yours is nice, of course, but it’s your furry balls that I find sooooo sexy.” Although the answer couldn’t be clearer, Arthur wonders how to react. He decides to ask an unequivocal question: “Does that mean you’d like to stick your dick in my ass?” Donald respects his father and appreciates his openness. He simply suggests that he would love to masturbate by rubbing his cock on his father’s balls.

This idea excites Arthur. He has never had homosexual contacts, of course, but he is not repelled by that. He gives Donald a wink, a green light. The son jerks off like never before, as if his dick was a baseball bat but with two balls to slam at the same time. Arthur’s testicles get covered with thick creamy jizz. Seeing the mess he has made, Donald kneels down to lick the balls clean. Arthur is now hard as a rock. When he feels his son chewing the testicles, he quickly explodes with a grin of satisfaction on his face. “Next time, maybe I will be man enough to let you fuck my hairy ass. You’ve made me discover man-to-man pleasure, son, and I better understand how you feel.”

* * *

Donald is now openly gay. He has moved to Sudbury for college education. The first year, Don (as he is now called) joined the local baseball team; he impressed his teammates so much that they named him coach the following year. He likes the atmosphere of comradeship in the locker room; he loves seeing players in their jockstraps too; Don already knows who has the hairiest and plumpest testicles. When a team member doesn’t play well, the coach warns him that he might get hit in the balls with a baseball bat. If a player excels at the game, he offers to suck the guy’s cock and chew his balls as a mark of appreciation. Everyone starts laughing because they all love their gay coach and know he’s making a joke.

The best player is Jimmy. He’s the one who has the hairiest body and the biggest balls. He’s also the one who has a huge crush on Don. Jimmy doesn’t want to let him down just to get sucked and chewed. He decides to hang around a little longer than others in the locker room. When he is finally alone with the coach, he drops his sweat-cum-piss-stained jockstrap and asks if Don wants to sniff it. “Of course, I’d love to get intoxicated that way, but I would also adore burying my face in your crotch, licking those huge furry nuts, and shoving my thick dick in your peachy ass.” Jimmy and Don kiss passionately, feeling each other’s hard-on.

A couple of straight guys enter the locker room and yell out “Faggot!” Jimmy and Don move to the shower area; as they get dry and dress up, the coach loses no time in inviting his number one player to his small apartment above a pizzeria. They each grab a slice – meat lover for Jimmy, vegetarian for Don – and sip a beer on the two-seat couch, keeping on just their jockstrap. Each cuddle, each caress, each kiss increases their bulge. Don sniffs his mate’s intoxicating gear, pulls it down with his teeth and swallows in and out the biggest and hairiest balls he has ever tasted. He moves up and down from balls to mushroom, savoring virility at its best.  Jimmy moans with pleasure and positions himself to suck Don’s super thick rod. He’s not sure he wants to get fucked tonight.

One thing is clear: Jimmy wants to taste the coach’s ass. He explores Don’s crack, sniffing, kissing and licking it before tongue-twisting his way inside. This is the first time the coach gets rimmed; as Jimmy alternates between kissing the ass hole and kissing Don’s lips, the coach feels like he’s on cloud nine. The best baseball player now wants to use his bat; he spits on his partner’s hungry ass, lubricating the divine hole in order to ride it as deeply as possible. Don offers no resistance, quite the contrary. He encourages Jimmy to also alternate his cock between ass hole and lips. The coach adores tasting his ass juice from the tip of a pounding rod.

The two young men have the hottest fucking time. They both know that this is just the first inning. There are typically nine, but a game can go into extra innings if the score is tied.

My fuck buddy called me and asked me if I wanted to go to a black out party with him on Saturday. I had no idea what that was and told him so. He explained it to me and I agreed to go with him out of curiosity.

Saturday came around and he called me telling me to be ready to go at 9pm. I made sure I was good and clean both inside and out.

He picked me up right at 9 and we headed to the club. When we got there and had paid our way in we were told where to put our clothes as there would be no clothing allowed inside the club tonight.

We left our clothes in the lockers provided and were buzzed inside. It was completely black there. There was only a single red light glowing where the bathroom was located otherwise no lights what so ever shone anywhere else.

My friend told me that in here anything goes and I will feel bodies everywhere since we would have to use our hands to feel our way around in the darkness. If you feel someone grope you can either keep moving or stop and let them do what they want with you.

It works that way for you as well. You will be feeling a lot of bodies and if that person stays still then you can do what you want until he moves away from you.

This all sounded great to me as I am a submissive bottom and love being used anonymously.

We didn’t get 2 feet into the place and there were naked bodies everywhere. I felt so many asses and cocks in every state of arousal as well as hands always touching me that I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

I lost track of my friend but didn’t mind as I was constantly being be fondled. I felt my nipples being pinched and pulled, my cock being rubbed and my ass being either slapped or fingered. I’m glad I thought to lube my hole ahead of time as I was sure I was going to be fucked and fucked a lot tonight.

I wasn’t wrong on that part! As I made my way deeper into the room I suddenly came up against a large body. I moved my hands a little and felt what had to be a massive cock at its hardest.

I was pushed to my knees and opened my mouth so I could suck it. I felt hands hold my head and start moving it so I was being mouth fucked. I continued like this until I felt this big cock begin to twitch and drive into my throat. This is when I felt spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat and I swallowed every bit of it.

Just as suddenly as it began it ended as he pulled his now limp cock from my mouth and moved away, leaving me there on my knees. Someone immediately replaced that cock with his and the mouth fucking began again.

When this guy finished and I had swallowed his load I stood up and moved away from him. I began moving around the room again and again could feel cocks and asses as I did. I also was being fondled sometimes aggressively as I moved around.

I suddenly bumped into a bench and after feeling around I found it to be empty so I sat down. People were continually brushing against me as they passed by but no one seemed to be interested in doing anything as I sat there so I got back up and once again I was being pushed around with the flow of naked men.

My cock was receiving so much attention that it was dripping pre-cum furiously. I stopped moving and when I did I felt someone suddenly bump into me from behind. I could feel a hard cock pressed against my ass and it felt good. I reached back and gave it a squeeze.

Hands then came around me and hugged me tightly. Then he began rubbing my nipples as he moved his hips causing his cock to slide up and down my ass crack. His cock was slick with his own pre-cum as it found it was to my waiting hole.

This is it I thought, I am about to get my first fucking of the night and I wasn’t disappointed. I felt the head of his cock begin pushing into my waiting hole. Just as the head popped into me he pinched my nipples hard and pulled on them.

This gave me a whole new sensation of both pain from the penetration and nipple play that I almost came right then from it. I have never experienced this stimulation before and it felt fantastic.

I pushed back to force more of his cock into me. As I did this it caused me to bend over some and as soon as I bent I felt hands on my head guiding it down lower until I felt another hard cock rubbing my lips.

I instinctively opened my mouth and this new cock slid right inside it. I was now being fucked at both ends and was loving every minute of it. Then I felt a hand on my own cock. This one stroked it a few times and then took it into his mouth.

Now I was truly being worked over like never before. My mouth was full of cock, my nipples were being tortured, my own cock was being sucked and I was being fucked hard. A man couldn’t ask for more than this.

But as it often happens all good things must come to an end and this was one of those times. The cock in my mouth filled my mouth with its creamy cum and I swallowed it all. My own cock was swelling up and pulsing so I knew I was about to blow soon. The cock in my ass began to get bigger and pulsing. I suddenly tensed up and started spewing my cum down someone’s throat.

This caused my ass to tighten up and in turn caused the cock fucking me to start filling my ass with its load a baby makers. We all finally just collapsed right there onto the floor.

It took us a while to recover from the sensory over load before we were able to get our legs back under us and start moving away from each other. Everyone then moved away and disappeared into the darkness.

I found another bench and sat down on it to get myself together before exploring some more.

Once I began moving again I noticed that little red light indicating the bath room. I had finally come full circle and was back where I had started with my friend.

Hey, there you are I heard. It was my friend. Did you have a good time he asked me. I told him that I indeed did but was all fucked out right now and ready to leave whenever he was.

We made our way back to the lockers and the brightness blinded us for a minute. We slowly got dressed and left fully satiated.

When he dropped me off he asked if I wanted to go again next month. I told him nothing was going to prevent it and we both laughed.

I went inside and quickly stripped and sat in the hot tub.

The next few days are some of the toughest of my life because I have zero idea where Keegan could be, and as much as I don’t want to think it, there is a horrible feeling gnawing away at me deep down that he’s dead somewhere even though I tell myself to think positively and I will find him again.

It’s been about a week since I last saw Keegan, and I get home from the gym as my brother Brock is sitting on the couch watching a movie “Any news?” he asks as I shake my head, feeling deflated because even the gym doesn’t feel good.

“Nope, his Dad is still on that trip in China so I don’t think he knows anything yet”, I say, flopping back onto the couch, not realising that Mr Warwick has actually arrived back from his junket or described as a “Council Investment trip” and that all hell could be breaking loose here shortly.

Sitting on the couch next to Bryce, he puts his arm around me as all that I want to do is just cry because this is the longest that I’ve not spoken to Keegan since we were seven or eight because even through our disagreements, we barely made it into a big drama. As I sit there, I know that crying or any sense of rage is going to bring back the closest person to me in my life, and it’s not going to do me any good to be feeling like this, even though it’s totally acceptable.

I get up off the couch as Brock grabs me and looks at me. “He’ll be fine, you know his family better than anyone and how intense they are. He probably just needs to let off some steam without dragging you into it all” I look at Brock as he says that, and I don’t even think that if he believes what he is saying in the fact that it will be all ok.

“Oh by the way, there’s a letter upstairs for you and your Culver FC Membership stuff”, he says as I look back across at him. “What stuff? I haven’t gotten my membership this season,” I say as Brock shrugs.

Heading upstairs to my bedroom, I have no idea what the Membership stuff that Brock says he put up there could be. As I read the box, “2016/17 CULVER FC MEMBERSHIP”, I look at the box, confused because there is no way this is meant to be mine because I never ordered it for this season yet. I look at it with my name on it because I never know if I can afford it season to season for it to auto-renew from the year before.

The letter doesn’t grab my attention immediately as I put it aside on my desk and look at the other package. I open it up and look at the packaging, then get what’s inside and see the brand-new Culver FC jersey. I look at it confused at where it could’ve come from because I know I certainly didn’t order it because they were only released about 10 days ago as I study it and turn it around.

Looking at the packaging, there is absolutely nothing that gives me any clue on where it came from other than being from Culver FC, which is really strange because I know for sure that I didn’t buy it, so there is no reason for it to be sent to me like this.

I turn it around and notice the name printed on the back reads “KENNEDY 33”, referring to our mate Jayden, who we were super close to, and he’d just signed a pro contract with the team we all had cheered on together.  The team is still in pre-season camp, so I know I can’t ask Jayden. I pick up the letter and look at it, noticing the handwriting is Keegan’s, but there is no genuine postmark on it to tell me where it was sent from.

Opening the letter, I feel a great trepidation about what the letter could be as I open it slowly, hoping that maybe if something has gone terribly wrong, I could use it as evidence as my mind has thought through too many negative things about all this.

I pick up the handwritten note, which means I know that it’s serious because Keegs always hated to write anything I .pick it up and look at the piece of notepad paper, which I know he has written with his unique hand writing. I sit down at my desk and read it:

“Hey Charlie,

I’ve tried to write this so many times, but I guess there’s no easy way to say it. By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be gone. I know it’s going to feel like I just disappeared, and it kills me to leave you wondering. But if I told you where I was going, I know you’d just try to stop me, and Dad would come after me. And I can’t let that happen.

I shake my head at this, both absolutely pissed off that it has gotten to this situation because my family would have given him all the protection and love that he needs, which they already do at the moment; he is the extra plate at Christmas; he gets birthday presents from my family for his birthday. Standing there reading the letter I’m more than just pissed off; I’m just sad that it had even got to this situation where he felt so stuck that he couldn’t even talk to me about it and that he is/was trying to protect me just as much as he is looking after himself.

Trying to read the letter is hard as tears fill my eyes, but I keep reading it, trying to take deep breaths as I do it to try and stay calm as I read it, but I don’t even know if I can anymore, and it wouldn’t surprise me this is the non-tearstained version he wrote.

“You’ve always been there for me, Char. You’re the only one who really knows me—the first person I trusted enough to tell I was gay, the one person I knew wouldn’t judge or turn me away. I’ll never forget the way you made it feel like it was ok with you like I could actually be who I am. I don’t know how to thank you for that, and I hate leaving you like this, but I need to protect you, too.

I finally told my Dad. I thought, maybe if he knew this part of me, things would change between us. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. He didn’t just say things this time, Charlie. He got physical, like he couldn’t handle the fact that his son could be different from what he expects, from what everyone else expects. You know what he’s like—nasty and controlling behind closed doors, but to the rest of the world, he’s this big, important guy. That’s not ever going to change. But after this, I realised that I have to.

It’s not just about me, either. I know how he is with people close to me, with anyone he thinks could be a “bad influence.” You’re already in his sights. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I don’t want him getting close enough to hurt you, too. I can’t let him turn his anger on you.

I’m not even sure where I’m going yet. I just know that I need to be somewhere he can’t reach. Somewhere, I can figure out who I am, away from him, away from all the lies. It’s going to be hard, but I’d rather struggle and be free than stay and live in fear.

One day, maybe our paths will cross again. But I can’t promise anything. Just know I’m thinking of you, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Please take care of yourself, and don’t come looking for me now.

Thanks for everything, Char. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.

Keegan”

I get through the letter, barely keeping it together as I read through what Keegan said. The piece of notepad paper in my hand, I hadn’t realised how much baggage Keegan had been carrying for all this time and that it was so much that he was also trying to protect me from what was going on.

As much as I would’ve helped him through it and done anything for him, I know why he had to do that because he was a kid who didn’t own a mean bone to his body and would put himself in the way of physical harm to protect someone else even if it left him hurt which he had done for me.

“P.S. Hope you love the presents; I wish I could be there for the boys and to see Jaydz get on the field but this way you’re still there and I’m there with you when it happens.”

The last part of the letter is the part that hurts the most as I read it and see the picture that he put in the envelope, which is the same one I have framed on my desk of Keegan, Jayden and me all outside Teal Arena where Culver City FC play in our jerseys celebrating Jaydz 17th birthday together with Keegan and me on either side of Jayden.

I’m an absolute mess right now as I put the letter down and slam my fists on the desk…

“WHY? WHY?” I say as I’m crying as my brother comes upstairs to check on me not sure if he heard as he walks in.

Brock stands in my doorway. “What’s going on with those packages? Wait, are you ok, Charlie?” he says to me as I just shake my head and give him the letter as he reads it and puts it down as I just hug him tightly, crying as my head is on his chest like we were kids when he was my protector as well.

“He’s gone forever”, I say. I know that there is a chance that our paths will cross in the future, but I doubt it, as the letter suggests. Brock hugs me tightly as words right now just seem hollow as I’m feeling broken right now, but I know that I will see Keegs again and talk to him hopefully in the not-so-distant future.

Brock lets me go as I tell him that I just want to be alone for a while as I lay back on my bed and listen to some music as I just calm myself down, telling me that this can’t be the last time that I’d seen Keegan forever.

Eventually, I head downstairs feeling deflated as Brock offers to play some FIFA with me, which is a bit of fun as I want to spend some time together with him. Next thing, there is a car screeching and pulling up outside and then bashing on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Brock says as he opens the door and pushes past my well-built brother is, Keegan’s Dad.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON? YOU TELL ME,” he says really aggressively as he confronts me face to face, feeling a rain shower of spit as he gets right into my face. “I KNOW YOU KNOW CHARLIE,” he snarls, and I can really imagine what it is like for Keegan when his Dad gets into this mood at home.

Brock tries to get in between but doesn’t want to make the situation escalate into anything physical because he knows how it could look. I stand there “HONESTLY, I DON’T KNOW… I DIDN’T KNOW HE LEFT,” I shout back as he doesn’t look happy at anything.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR IDEA!” he shouts, putting his blame on me for this situation when right now he is showing why he is the cause of all the issues for Keegan and why he could have the best future in the world, but he feels that he needs to give it up. “YOU TALKED HIM INTO IT,” he says as I shake my head at him as Brock stands there, starting to get involved.

“I DID NOT… I ONLY FOUND OUT TODAY…” I shout but then try to control the level of my voice right now to hopefully defuse some of the situation. I look at Mr Warwick “What are you going to do, hit me just like you did to Keegan and your wife?” I say, not really diffusing the situation as Brock steps into the middle using his size.

“STOP IT OR I’M CALLING THE COPS” he shouts as Mr Warwick takes a step back and looks normal and calm as if his aggression is almost at an on-off switch level, which makes things even scarier because I’d seen him annoyed but not this angry ever.

Brock stands there with his 6’3 frame now in the middle “Charlie only found out about what happened about ten minutes ago at most, he hasn’t heard from Keegan other than the letter”.

I stand there, so pleased that Brock has intervened in this. If it was just Mr Warwick and me, then I would be cowering and a total goner no matter what I said because I don’t have the fightback he does. Mr Warwick stands there looking to draw blood again but then calms himself down for a moment. “Ok… ok… I can see Charles you are upset too… if you hear anything from Keegan and, don’t tell me… I will be back, and you know what power I have,” he says as I nod my head and he gets himself away from Brock.

“Think it’s best if you just left now and we forget about this incident”, Brock says with a calmness that I can’t believe, especially holding control of arguably the most powerful man in the whole area and one of the most powerful in the state.

He stands there and walks out as Brock closes the door and locks it. I slump onto the stairs, just upset that this has all exploded. I start crying massively, and my big bro comes and sits next to me.

Just like when I was a kid and, Brock would always be there for me as he put his arm around me and hugs me. “There is nothing you did wrong ok? You don’t need to blame yourself for what decision Keegan made because he needed to do this whether it was the right way about it,” Brock says as I nod my head, still in tears.

“I… could’ve… should’ve…” I struggle to get my words beyond the tears, and I’m struggling to breathe right now. Brock just holds me and tells me to breathe. “If I could’ve been a better friend then he wouldn’t feel the need to run away and I could have protected him”, I say as Brock looks at me and grabs my shoulders.

He just stares at me “You couldn’t have been more of a better friend to him, you were there with him every step of the way from the first day he told you he was gay all you could do was try to create a safe space for him” I nod my head as he says that and I take a deep breath. “Keegan was family… Keegan is family, the amount of times after midnight that you would sneak him into your room or the spare room because he was alone at home or his Dad would be going mental and the way we let it happen because we cared about him”.

Brock looks at me. “Plus I don’t want to know about what you two got up to”, he says, winking at me as I hit him, but it makes no difference to him as I laugh a little bit because Brock knows that I’m bi so swing both ways although right now my eye is definitely on girls more than what I think is just a passing phase of having an interest in guys.

Sitting there with my head on Brock’s shoulder, I’m just sitting there as my big brother tells me that he has all the time in the world for me this afternoon, knowing how hard this is hurting me right now, especially with how much I know it was hard for Keegs to write it.

Brock should’ve put dinner on at about 5:30 for my parents, getting home just after 6 and 6:30, respectively, but we’re just sitting on the stairs as I hold the letter as my Mum walks through the door, the tears still struggling to dry on my face as she sees my face.

“OH GOD…” Brock stands up and looks at her. “It’s not good but not what you’re thinking”, he says as he tells me to go upstairs and take a shower because I hadn’t had one since I got home from the gym, and I’m a sweaty, exhausted and emotional mess right now as Keegan has decided to do all the explaining because I can’t really get through a sentence.

Heading up for a shower is a mixed idea, as my body is feeling so drained and exhausted that every step up feels like a chore. I head into the bathroom and strip off my gym clothes, putting the water in a mix of warmth and cool, which is just what I need to relax my muscles. Standing there, I let the water run down my back, which was aching, copping the brunt of some lousy posture working out and just trying to focus on my breathing, which was always Keegan’s big trick he taught me that he needed to do when life at home was so bad.

Standing in the shower, I focus on my breathing like Keegan would teach me to do; he would give me all the tricks that he used at home and, in general, not to lose his cool. It would always astound me that he would stay calm no matter what the situation, and I knew what was happening in his family life would be the worst, especially as he wouldn’t admit it entirely, but I knew his Dad would get physical with the family.

The cool water hitting my back in the shower feels good; it’s only a temporary relief for the moment as I can try to calm myself down, and the shaking stops for a moment as I focus on my breathing, trying to channel what Keegan told me. Keeping my eyes closed, I try to think about any signs or clues that Keegan was giving me to the fact that he was about to make a drastic decision like this because maybe if I saw it, then he wouldn’t have needed to do this.

Thinking things through, I struggle to find anything where Keegan gave me any clues. No matter how major or how subtle they are, there is nothing out of the ordinary that would even give me a hint that he was planning something like this. The shower timer goes off, and I stand there still, just trying to breathe and focus on everything. I snap back to reality as the timer goes off, and I get out of the shower.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I go down the hall straight to my room, dripping water on the floor, which  I know would be annoying my mother, but I’m so much in my own world right now as I head into my room and just flop onto my bed.

Looking up at the ceiling, I just can’t believe what has happened today, and it feels like my existence has been ripped away from me because everyone joked about how we were conjoined twins and that nobody could ever separate us because every day, we spoke in some sort of sense. The frustration of the situation hits me because I’m never one to get angry or physical, but I just start punching my pillow when I pick up the letter that my brother brought up.

“Please don’t come looking for me.” That line goes through my head because of why he would say that to me. We’re best friends, and even though I know that he needs to protect himself, I would have thought that he would want me around in his life still, but then, at the same time, I wonder if I’d bring back too many bad memories.

Laying on my bed, Mum walks in the door. Usually, she’d be going off about me not getting dressed and laying on my bed wet, but given the circumstances, she doesn’t say anything and instead sits on the edge of it next to me as I lay there.

“I’m sorry about this, Charlie… I don’t know what to say,” she says as I can tell that she is putting on a brave face as she sits there. “Why did he have to do this? I mean, like, he was always safe here when he was with us, but like why not now”.

Mum nods her head without answers because she doesn’t know what to say as she puts a copy of the letter onto my desk. “I was worried that something would happen to the original copy, so I made sure you had one safe because I want you to keep that safe”, she says as I nod my head and just hug her.

The big hug is just what I need even though Brock gave me one; there is nothing better, no matter the age is, to get a big hug from Mum when I’m feeling sad. She looks at me “You two will be back together in no time” I can tell that she doesn’t know whether she means it, but the fact that she says it means a lot.

“I’ve ordered dinner so when it gets here, you can come down and grab something to eat”, she says, getting up and looking down at the bed where my wet body print sits. “Next time make sure you dry yourself off before you lay on the bed”, Mum says to me as I smirk and nod my head, knowing that she would have gotten more annoyed if this had been a different situation.

Sitting back in my room, I walk over to my dresser and pick up a photo of Keegan and me standing there at our High School Prom, where we went as each other’s “dates”, for lack of a better term, standing there in our suits when things were good. Picking it up, I look at it; even though it was a couple of years ago, it makes me wonder if I was really the friend that Keegan needed.

My dad invited me to spend Christmas with him this year. My parents divorced when I was twelve and last year my dad remarried. His new wife seemed cool enough, when I met her. She was young but we didn’t have a lot in common

My mother and I weren’t close. When I turned 18, I moved out and never looked back. My dad moved out of state and I didn’t see much of him. When he said he would buy me a plane ticket, I was excited because I’ve never been to California. I was not looking forward to spending time with his new wife but it was Christmas and I wanted to spend it with him.

My dad picked me up at the airport in his truck. I’m glad he came by himself. My dad was a personal trainer and kept himself in really great shape. I worked out just enough to look good without a shirt on but my dad was on a whole different level.

“Merry Christmas!” My dad said as I got into the truck.

“Thanks. You too.” I said as my dad leaned over and hugged me. He was thick, a solid man. His cologne also smelled really nice. I have always loved his smell, a manly scent.

“I haven’t seen you in months. I missed you!” He says as he drives away from the airport.

“Yeah, thanks for flying in for my birthday.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss your 21st birthday.” He said to me, smiling.

I had my birthday at a gay bar and my dad showed up and had a few drinks with my friends and I. He was a flirt and all my friends fell in love with him. That day, my dad and I had lunch and he surprised me when he said he wanted to hang out with my friends and I that night. My dad has always been cool with me being gay especially compared to my mother.

That night I noticed he was very touchy feely with me. Maybe it was the alcohol but I loved it. He would hug me extra-long. He would rest his hand on my thigh and at the end of the night he kissed my forehead then my cheek when he said goodnight.

“So, Holly is at her mom’s house. We’ll head over Christmas morning. I had an appointment I couldn’t get out of and Holly thought it would be nice if we had some alone time.”

“Wow, that’s cool of her.”

“Oh yeah, I got lucky there.” He said as he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

My dad gave me a tour of his house. My dad showed me the room I would be sleeping in and at dinner my dad said he needed to put in a workout. Afterwards we could watch a movie. My dad had a detached garage that he converted into a home gym. While my dad worked out I snooped around the house. It was a small three bedroom, two bath house built in the 60’s.

I forgot to ask my dad for the Wi-Fi password. So, I thought I would go to his gym and ask him what it was. I went to the side door. I could hear loud music playing as I opened the door. I found my dad doing deadlifts in his underwear. He was sweating from head to toe. His white briefs were thin and I could almost see through them. He was in front of his mirror going up and down. I could see his mushroom head through his underwear. His cock looked big and filled out his underwear nicely.

“Fuck” I said without thinking. My dad heard me and put down his weights and stood up. He grabbed his hand towel and turned towards me.

“Hey buddy, is something wrong?” He asked wiping the sweat off his firm pecs. 

“Ummm. Yeah, sorry. I was wondering what the Wi-Fi password is?”

“Oh, ah, I can’t remember. Holly set the Wi-Fi.” He said as he bent down and picked up his phone. His tight firm ass stretched out his underwear. “I think we can do that thing where I share my Wi-Fi password from my phone.” He said standing right in front of me. I could smell his musk; his scent was intoxicating. I looked down and his large bulge looked so good. I needed to get out of there before my hardon showed.

“Did it work?” He asked looking at me.

“Yeah, thanks.” I said and started to leave.

“Hey, do you wanna work out with me?”

“Oh, no thanks.” I said a few feet away from him.

“Well, if you’re sure. But before you go can you throw these into the laundry basket for me.” He asked as I watched him grab the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. They went passed his big heavy cock and dropped to the floor. He used his foot and kicked his underwear up and grabbed them in the air. He tossed them at me and they hit me in the face. They were wet and musky and his underwear rubbed against my cheek as I grabbed them. “Thanks, I don’t want them stinking up the room.”     

His tan skin was smooth and hairless except over his thick cock. A small patch of dark curly pubes stuck out. “Do you work out naked a lot?” I asked not able to take my eyes off of him.

“Yeah, all the time. I normally lock the door; I must have forgotten today.” He said smiling as he put one foot on his workout bench. His long cock hanged between his legs, along with his big full balls. “You sure you don’t want to do some bench presses with me. I’ll spot you.”

“Um…maybe I could do a few.” I said nervously walking over to him. He moved around and let me on the bench. I laid down and let him spot me. I looked up and above me was the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It was getting bigger and bigger and he just let it grow as I laid under him. My cock was stretching out my underwear from inside my shorts. I wanted to pull it out but I wasn’t sure, luckily my dad was.

“I think it’s time you take off your shorts. Go ahead. It’s ok. I know you want too.” He said confidently.

 He was right I wanted too. So, I grabbed my waistband and pulled them off as I laid on the bench. I kicked off my shoes and wiggled out of my shorts. I laid there in just my socks and t-shirt. My hard cock laying on my stomach, throbbing.

“Nice, I bet it feels good freeing that hard cock of yours. I love being naked in here. It’s nice sharing it with you.” He moved around and got between my legs. “I have been wanting to do this for a while and I think you want it too. It’s been hard trying to get you alone.”

“Oh, dad.” I said looking up at him.

“Now, I finally got you alone.”

“Yeah?”

“But now I need to hear you say what you want.” He said as he got down on his knees.

“Dad…dad, I need, I want you…to suck my cock.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He said as he grabbed my stiff cock. His hand was strong and rough. The heat from his palm felt like it was gonna set me on fire.

He pointed my cock straight up and he looked at me as he stuck out his tongue. Goose bumps ran through my body as he licked the length of my shaft.

“Oh god, Oh dad!”

“Oh, you haven’t felt anything yet” he said as he swallowed me whole.

I almost came right then. His mouth was warm, wet, and so fucking good. He sucked me like a pro. My stud of a father was bobbing up and down on my cock and I just laid there and watched him work. It was too much and I was ready to cum.

“Oh, dad, you are about to make me cum.”

He pulled off my cock and said “Do you want to cum in my mouth or do you want me to fuck the cum out of you?”

“Both! Please dad, both!” I said as I pumped my hard dick into the air.

He put my cock back in his mouth and sucked me harder. My dad’s hand stroked my cock, his saliva running out his mouth and down my length. I was about to dump my load in his eager mouth. I was gonna cum in my father’s fucking mouth. This alpha man was down on his knees servicing me, his son.

“Oh, fuck dad! I’m gonna cum. Your mouth feels so good. I can’t…I’m gonna!” I moaned as I blasted his mouth with his grandbabies. My load fills his mouth as I shook through my powerful orgasm, laying on his work out bench.

He pulled off my cock, my cum running down his chin and says “Now, it’s my turn.” He lifts my legs and pulled my cheeks apart and licks my hairy pink hole. His tongue probed and rimmed my ass. He opens me up and I tried to relaxed as the pleasure runs through my body.

“Suck my dick and get me harder and wet.” He says as he stands up. His long hard dick pointing straight out.

I got in front of him and looked at his beautiful thing. His massive cock made me many years ago. Now, I was going to get to know it, in a new special way. I wrapped my hand around his thickness. His cock radiated heat. His thick veins and huge mushroom head felt good in my hand as I stroked him.

My mouth was watering. I had to taste him. Like he did to me, I licked his cock from the base to his tip. His dick was salty and his skin felt smooth as I ran my tongue along his shaft. My tongue circled his cockhead and I collected his manly precum. I heard my dad moan and I knew it was time to suck his beautiful beast.

His cock stretched my jaw to its limits but I got him in. My lips wrapped tightly around him. I sucked on him and tried to get to his base. I gagged and it caused my dad to groan loudly. He pushed in causing me to gagged even more but I didn’t stop. My hand slid along his length. I felt my saliva all over his cock as I jacked him off.

He pulled away too soon. “I think we are gonna need some lube, to get me in you.” My dad said as he went to his cabinet and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid.

“I can take you.” I said wiping my mouth.

“I like the confidence but I don’t want to hurt you.” My dad told me and it made me love him even more. “Lay on the bench and show me that beautiful hole.”

I laid down and pulled my knees to my chest. My hole was opened and exposed to my dad. He wasted no time as he lubed his fingers and entered me. My hole was hungry and swallowed his two digits fast. He fucked my hole fast and hard as he stretched me out. I could tell he was eager to get in me and so was I. He was big and thick; it might take time but I was going to get him to fuck me. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.  

“Get up, I want you to lean against my bench press. Hold on to the bar so I can fuck you for our first time.”

“Oh fuck.” I moan as I got up and got into position. My ass out, waiting for him. He spread my ass cheeks and spat on my ass crack. He moved one hand to my lower back and his other aimed his cock at my hole. I felt his fat cockhead push against my hole. He was big and I forced myself to relax my muscles.

He pushed in, it hurt but I could handle a little pain. Once he got his fat mushroom head past my tight ring, I exhaled. He rubbed my back as he slowly pushed in. He stretched my ass walls as he pushed his girth deep inside me. He filled me up and I loved the heat building inside me.

He let me rest and get used to his large girth. I felt my father’s cock inside of me, the same cock that made me. I was ready, my own cock was throbbing, I pushed back into him. He got the hint and grabbed my hips. His big hands holding tightly on my flesh. I felt him slowly pull out before he pushed his thick cock back inside. Slow at first and then fast, much faster. Each time I felt him go deeper. Stretching me out and filling me up at the same time.

I held tightly to the bar in front of me. My feet were firmly placed on the floor. His powerful thrusts caused the bench press to shake. He was so strong, he fucked hard and I took it. I let my moans fill the room. I told him how much I was loving it. He told me how he loved my tight asshole and how he loved that I could take his cock like this.

“Oh god dad, Yes!” I moaned loving every second of his cock pounding into me. My cock slapping against my stomach with each thrust. His huge cockhead rubbing against my prostate, hitting me just right, over and over. I was losing it. I cried out, more, more, as I felt my orgasm build. I felt it deep inside. “Oh, oh, Oh god!” I screamed.

My dad’s hand found my cock and squeezed it tight. He jacked it just a few times before I came and I came hard. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs shook and I would’ve fell to the floor if it weren’t for his big massive cock deep inside of me, holding me up.

“Fuck yeah son, my cock can feel your orgasm. I’m right there, I’m so…Oh…fuck. Fuck, I love you!” he screamed as he shoved his cock deep inside me one last time. He pressed into me as he filled me up with his load. His release was strong and powerful just like him. I felt his warm blast of dad batter fill my guts.

He held me so tight as we came down from our orgasms. My load covered the bench press. I felt a sting as he pulled out of me. My hole exposed to the cool air as his jizz slowly leaked out. I couldn’t turn around. So much had just happened. Something I have wanted for a long time. I was worried things were going to be different between us.

I soon felt kisses on my back. My dad’s body pressed against my body. I could feel his semi-hard cock. “Your ass was the Best Christmas gift ever?”

“Really?” I said turning around. I faced him, he was gorgeous standing there naked in front of me.

“I have wanted to do this for so long. I just couldn’t fight it anymore.” He said and then I wrapped my arms around him. I pressed my small frame against his bigger and stronger body. I loved the feel of our naked skin touching.

“Oh god dad. I want to worship your body from head to toe.”

“It’s all yours!” he said as he lifted my chin and leaned in for a kiss.

I had the best Christmas ever. I got to explore every inch of my dad’s body over and over again. I came so many times I lost count. My dad has the stamina of a beast and I took it like a champion. I think he ruined me for all other guys.