Author: admin

  • Crying In Front of My Teacher

    “Of course I’ll come in.” We took a seat on the couch and started talking. “So what’s happening with your boyfriend?” I told him about everything, the chastity cage, calling him daddy, him slapping me, me being a virgin.

    “Are you comfortable with all these things?” He asked as i finished telling him what happened.

    “I didn’t mind the chastity, and I love the idea of calling someone my daddy.” He blushed as I said this. I don’t even know why I’m pouring my heart out to him like this, but he looks at me with so much understanding in his eyes. “And I wanna be a good boy for him and take his big cock but I’m scared and I didn’t like being slapped like that.”

    “You don’t deserve this, Liam. You need someone who’s on the same wavelength and knows what you like and need, who won’t take advantage of you.” He consoled me.

    “But he’s so tall and strong and I love that.” I replied.

    “There’s many other tall, strong men in the world who would love to be with you, Liam, and who would love to be your daddy.” He said and winked at me. He was looking so handsome right now. My eyes landed on his ever-present bulge, which now seemed even bigger than usual, if that was even possible.

    “Do you like being called daddy, Mr Scott?” I asked, feeling braver than ever. He blushed.

    “I can’t tell you that, Liam, I’m your teacher, but I’m sure you can use your imagination.” He smiled at me with the most handsome smile I’ve ever seen. I wanted him so so bad right now.

    “What if I don’t wanna use my imagination?” I said as I moved closer to him.

    “Fuck, Liam, what’re you insinuating?” He said, blushing again. I could see his bulge growing bigger in the corner of my eye.

    “I’m saying I wanna find out, daddy.” I could see him trying to fight his urges, but eventually, he gave up.

    “Fuck it, baby boy, come sit on daddy’s lap.” I jumped up and sat down on his lap, facing him. I could feel his bulge through our pants. I started grinding my little ass against his bulge and it felt huge against me. I felt my dick throbbing in my cage, trying to get hard but unable to do so. I slowly leaned towards him so our faces would be closer. He grabbed the back of my head and put his lips onto mine. He was so tender and sweet and I felt so small and protected right there in his arms.

    His other hand started to move down towards my ass and squeezing it. He could almost fit both my butt cheeks in one hand. I started kissing him in his neck. He whispered sweet things in my ear. “You’re such a good boy, baby, you deserve the best daddy to protect you and take care of your needs.”

    “That’s you, daddy.” I started feeling up his big muscles and moved towards his bulge. When i almost reached it, he grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

    “Be patient, baby. Now be a good boy and lie on your stomach. I wanna see your little hole.” I did as I was told by Mr Scott and displayed my butt. I wanted him to like my hole. I wanted him to want to stretch it out and wreck me, and make me whimper and cry from pleasure.

    “That’s such a pretty hole, my little prince. Now that your cock is locked up, your hole is the only way to pleasure yourself.”

    “I only want pleasure from my hole, daddy. I want to feel pleasure by pleasuring you.”

    “Such a sweet little slut.” He said right before he dove his tongue into my hole, while holding my buttcheeks and squeezing them. I moaned softly while he went to town eating out my hole. He then stopped and laid on top of me, with his full body weight, turning my head around to kiss me. I felt his huge cock pressing against my butt cheeks through his pants. It felt even bigger than my ex boyfriend’s cock did. I was scared of the damage it could do to my virgin hole. My cock was throbbing in its cage.

    “I wish I could take your cock, daddy.” I whispered into his ear.

    “We’ll work on it, babyboy. Inch by inch till you can take all 11 inches.” My breathing stopped for a minute. 11 inches? That thing is bigger than my forearm. How am i gonna get that inside of me? “Don’t worry baby, i’ll be gentle.” He said to comfort me.

    “I trust you, daddy.” With that, he turned me around on my back and took off his shirt. I stared up at his big chest while he grinned down on me. I started fumbling with his belt, brushing my hands against his huge bulge.

    “Excited to see my dick, little prince? It’s all yours baby.”

    “Yes, daddy. I wanna see.”

    I struggled with his belt until i finally got it and pulled his pants down. His dick sprung up with huge force. I stared at it for a while out of sheer bewilderment.

    “Go on, you can suck on it, babyboy.”

    His dick barely fit into my mouth as i tried to take it all in me. He laid his hands on the back of my head and started pushing it further in, helping me get it all inside of me. It was definitely a lot bigger than my boyfriend’s, but I was already trained to take a huge cock down my throat. After a few minutes of him throatfucking me, he got it all in and held my head down, with his entire 11 inches stuffing my throat. I looked up at his proud face as he called me a good boy. He then released my head and took out his cock so I could breathe again.

    “I want to take it in my pussy, daddy. I want to feel you stretch me out.” I said to him as It tried to catch my breath.

    “Are you sure that your pussy is ready for wrecking, babyboy?”

    “Yes, daddy. Anything for you.”

    “That’s my good little slut.” He groaned as he easily picked my up and carried me to my bedroom, where I had stashed lube just in case I was ever ready for my boyfriend.

    He laid me down on my stomach on my bed and started licking my hole again. I was moaning loudly and begging him to start fucking me. I was so horny for his cock by now, I wanted him to push his entire cock in me with one move and no preparation. That would’ve been painful but I wanted him so so bad and needed him inside of me. I told him this and he chuckled.

    “I’m gonna at least start with a few fingers, baby boy, to get some lube into that pretty little pussy. But don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay. Daddy’s here for you.” He said, as he squirted lube onto his finger and slid it into my relaxed hole. He started fuck my pussy with his finger till he felt it was loose enough to add another one. The anticipation was building and i was getting more and more horny with his two fingers inside of me. I needed daddy inside of me.

    “PLEASE JUST FUCK ME DADDY.” I managed to scream out. I felt some of the weight of his body as he lied down on top of me and whispered in my ear.

    “Whatever you want, babyboy. Just relax my little angel.” He whispered as he lined up his cockhead and forcefully pushed all the way inside of me. I gasped and started panicking as a mix of intense pleasure and pain came over me.

    “It’s okay babyboy, it’s all the way in now. Relax, it’s just daddy’s cock, this is where it belongs.” He groaned into my ear and I started to calm down and felt his cock lodged in my hole, far beyond my second ring. I then realised the sheets under me had gotten wet.

    “I think I just came, daddy.” I moaned back to him. He chuckled.

    “That’s great, baby boy. That means you’ll be cumming a lot.” He pulled out around half of his dick till his head was at the entrance of my second ring again, and pushed back in all the way. He made small strokes as the pain started to subside.

    Mr Scott wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me over, while still impaled on his massive cock. Laying on my back, I looked down to my stomach. I was shocked to see that with every stroke, I could see daddy’s dick moving inside me and creating a bulge in my stomach. Then again, an 11 inch cock lodged into a 4’10 guy is bound to leave a mark.

    I move my hand to my stomach and press down on the bulge his dick is making.

    “I can feel your hand, babyboy.” Mr Scott says proudly. “I can’t believe you’re taking my whole cock right now. Many boys have tried to get it all in, but they usually only get halfway.” I smile up at him, feeling proud and loved. Even though my hole is being ripped apart right now, it feels like this is how it should be. “You’re being such a good boy for daddy. This is the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

    I would have reacted if he didn’t lift up my body and start jackhammering his mega cock in and out of me in mid-air after saying that. I came hands free, once again, squirting a bit of cum on his defined abs. I was being drained despite still being caged. I was holding on for dear life, digging my nails into his biceps, which were about 4 times the size of mine. Generally, everything about him was about 4 times the size of mine.

    He laid me back down on the bed, and re-entered his dick into me. I let out a gasp, but calmed down seeing his smile. It’s like I melted away. He started kissing my neck, and I felt shivers down my spine. Mr Scott was groaning and cursing under his breath. Finally, he moved his mouth up to my ear and growled “I’m gonna cum, baby. Take daddy’s baby juice.” With a final groan, I felt him shoot a river of cum deep inside of me. He kept cumming, shooting spurt after spurt of cum, as if I still had space inside of me for so much extra volume. I felt so full. He moved down to kiss me in the most sweet and tender way I’ve ever been kissed. How could a man so big and strong be so gentle? His dick was still lodged into me, even though the copious amounts of cum inside of me were pushing back. I felt wrecked. His finger brushed against my cheek. “You’re the cutest boy I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I finally got to be inside of you.”

    I smile proudly and fall asleep in his arms. His dick still eleven inches deep inside of me, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel daddy all night in my dreams.

  • An End Zone

    CHAPTER 12: “I THINK I’M IN LOVE”

     

    I quickly made my way through the storm of reporters outside my building. Every last one of them hurled questions at me about Santiago. I didn’t understand how the world had found out about anything. I was so confused and so angry.

    “Are you and Santiago Hernandez dating? How did you meet? How does the team feel about this?” The question came in quick succession. 

    I powered through and entered the building. It had been a week since the article broke. I was trying to navigate my way through it all. I had been ignoring everyone’s calls and messages. The only person I talked to was Dakota. I had told him to keep a low profile. I didn’t want him caught up in my mess. 

    My best friends couldn’t even reach me. I just needed to get away for a while. The elevator stopped, and I stepped into the hall. My heart leaped, and my eyes lit up. Standing in front of my door was Dakota. He tried to look incognito with his baseball cap and shades, but I could tell who he was anywhere in the world.

    “What are you doing here,” I asked.

    “I had to see you. You know I can’t stay away from you too long. Now you gonna just stand there, or you gonna give me a kiss?”

    I walked over with this bright smile on my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and we kissed. I slowly sucked his lips. I could feel his erection pressing against mine.

    “Let’s take this inside,” he said.

    I quickly unlocked the door and pulled him into the apartment. I slammed the door, and he quickly began to undress. I ran my hands over his chest. His body felt so good in my hands. 

    “Damn, your body feels good,” I exclaimed.

    “You taste good,” he said as he licked my ear. “I was thinking. How about I get you out of the city for a few days? I can take you to the Maldives.”

    “That’s too expensive, Koda.”

    “No, it’s not. It’s perfect for a getaway. I want to spend time with you away from this. Let me do this.”

    I struggled to say it, “O..okay, fine.”

    He laughed, “That wasn’t so hard.”

    “Easy for you to say. You’re the one paying for it.”

    “Well, you can pay me back with some ass and some dick. Starting right now,” he said as he lifted me up.

    I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started kissing more. He stumbled back onto the sofa. I pushed my tongue in his mouth. Just as he started to suck my tongue, there was a knock at the door.

    Todd shouted, “Bitch we know you’re in there. Let us in. We’re here to help you through this. We’re your best friends, and we want to help.”

    I sighed, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

    Dakota pushed me off of him. He stood up and went to the door with a huge tent in his underwear. He opened the door, and I laughed my ass as Todd, Tadeo, and Tao’s mouth’s dropped.

    “I need you guys to wait out here quietly for like 30 minutes. I’m desperately trying to fuck my boyfriend.”

    He closed the door and walked back over to me. He pulled his underwear off, and his swollen member twitched. 

    “You called me your boyfriend,” I said.

    “I know. Now, if you don’t mind, I want you naked. This dick is not going down till we fuck.”

    I bit my lip, “Yes, sir.”

     

    ***

    I felt like I was the main attraction in a room filled with spectators. No one was there for my best interest. It was all about protecting Santiago. He was sitting across the table from me, sandwiched between two high-powered attorneys in suits. Sadness was in his eyes. 

    The gentleman at the head of the table cleared his throat. He was the one in charge. He looked intimidating. I felt intimidated. I also felt alone. 

    The man spoke, “Are the two of you in a homosexual relationship?”

    “No,” I answered.

    “We fucked,” Santiago added. 

    Someone else said, “There are rules in place for this sort of entanglement.”

    “Entanglement?” I asked to make sure I heard and understood correctly. “I wasn’t an entanglement. We had a genuine…,” my voice trailed off. For some reason, I couldn’t finish my sentence.

    “Your involvement with Santiago should have followed the rules of the game,” the head man said.

    Santiago yelled, “We followed the rules. This wasn’t our doing. We did things right. I know for a fact Tyson didn’t do anything wrong.”

    “Well, someone somewhere fucked up. Now, we have to make a choice. Deny or admit. The league is prepared to back you, Santiago, no matter what you decide.”

    Santiago quickly answered, “Deny. There’s no other option. It’ll all blow over, and we’ll be good. We’ll be good, right Ty?”

    I made eye contact with him. That last part of the question had a deeper meaning. He was referring to my forgiveness. I forgave Todd, but Santiago’s transgressions were more complicated. 

    “I’d like to be let out of my contract,” I announced.

    Santiago’s eyes widened, “What?”

    “I no longer feel comfortable in my position, and I’m sure the guys are not going to feel comfortable having me examine them. We can say all day long that I’m not gay, but the doubt is out there. It would be in the best interest of everyone if I left.”

    “You can’t leave.” It sounded almost like Santiago was pleading. 

    “I can. I want to. I will.” I firmly stated. I turned to face the head man, “Please let me out of my contract, sir.”

    Santiago stared at me and said, “If you let him out of his contract then I’m done playing. I’ll sit the rest of the season on the fucking sidelines.”

    My blood boiled. All I wanted was to be done. He couldn’t let me have my dignity. I didn’t know how to feel. 

    ***

    I went into my office. I slammed the door behind me. Santiago had pissed me off royally. The door opened behind me. I turned around and was staring Santiago in his smug face.

    “Can we talk? I’ve missed you. It’s been two months, Papi,” he said with that charming smile. 

    He was so arrogant. That arrogance pissed me off. I wanted to smack that grin right off his face. He had no right to interfere with my life. 

    “Why the fuck did you just do that,” I asked as I got in his face.

    He threw his hands up, “Relax, Papi. The team isn’t going to judge you. I’ll shut all that noise down.”

    “I don’t need your help. I needed you not to fuck my best friend,”

    He hung his head, “I fucked up.”

    “Damn right!”

    He looked up at me. His big eyes were full of sorrow and regret. There was something so beautiful about it. It touched my heart to a degree.

    He sighed, “It wasn’t my choice. Jessica wanted to get even. She was mad that I left her at the club for you. She said I was becoming a fag, and I was falling for you.”

    I asked, “So, she told you to fuck him?”

    Santiago continued, “She was going to tell the world. I had to protect myself. I gave in to her demands. She remembered him from the first night we all met at the club. Jessica is resourceful. She got his contact info, and the next thing I know, he was there.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me the night you showed up? Literally right after you fucked him,” I asked.

    “I was scared I’d lose you, Tyson,” he confessed. 

    I shook my head, “I was never yours to begin with, Santiago. You were always Jessica’s.”

    I started to walk past him. He grabbed my arm. I turned around and he pushed me against the desk. I heard the stacks of papers and pens hit the floor.

    I gritted my teeth, “Let me go, you bastard.”

    “Make me,” he said as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me. For two months, you’ve ignored my calls. Had me round here walking like a sick puppy. This shit ends now.”

    I hissed, “Fuck you!” 

    “Fuck me? Yeah, okay,” he said as he spun me around.

    He pushed me over the desk and slammed my face into it. Santiago kicked my legs apart. I was completely frozen for a moment. He pulled my pants and underwear down. The warm air in the room circled my ass.

    “You look so beautiful like this,” he said as he ran his hands over my smooth cakes.

    I heard his zipper, and then I felt his swollen beef on my cheek. He took his meat and slapped my hole. He ran his length up and down my valley against my tight ring. 

    “Say you want it. Say you want us to resume what we were doing. I want us to appreciate each other again. Let me have you, Tyson.” With each word, he would grind his cock against my puckered hole. 

    I turned around and stared him in the eyes. He looked sexy as hell. He licked those fat lips. I looked down at that thick, uncut meat. It had been so long since I’d seen it. It looked delicious, leaking its precum all over the floor.

    “I don’t want you anymore,” I told him.

    I pushed him out of the way. He stumbled backward. I pulled up my pants and left out the room. 

    ***

    The tropical sun was on our naked skin. We were locked into each other, hidden away from the world. Our lips rubbed back and forth as we kissed under the sun. Dakota wrapped his arm around my waist and placed his hand on the small of my back. It sent shivers up and down my spine. I took his throbbing penis in my hand and stroked him.

    He moaned in my mouth. I couldn’t seem to get enough of touching him, holding him, and having him. He just felt good. One of the best parts of my day was talking to him. I didn’t even have to be around him. Damn, I was falling fast. He made it so damn easy to want him.

    Those slow kisses and tugging of his dick had me weak. He knew just how to tease my body. I could feel his blood pumping away in his meaty cock. His tongue wrapped around mine, and our chests pressed together. My body felt overstimulated in the best way possible. I was damn lucky.

    He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his talented mouth. He teased the head with his lips before sliding his tongue down and around my shaft. I moaned, and he wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and gave it a stroke. He stood up and pulled me to the futon.

    He lay on his back, and I climbed between his thick legs. He looked so sexy, lying there waiting for me. I couldn’t resist his lips. I kissed him again. My cock slid between the wedge of his ass. His cock rested against my stomach. As we made out, I grind my cock against his pulsating hole. My balls dragged across his cheeks.

    I moved down his body and took his brilliant cock into my mouth. The taste of him was everything. As always, it left me feeling empowered. As he moaned, I took his big balls into my mouth. I sucked on his sack, making sure I coated them well with saliva. I teased the head of his cock and then planted soft kisses around his pelvis.

    I hiked his legs up and exposed his pretty hole to me. I buried my face in him. My tongue moved around his ring, sucking and slurping all over it. He rocked his hips, feeding me more of his sweet-tasting ass. His hands ran down my smooth back onto my juicy ass.

    I flipped onto my knees and presented him with my ass. He kissed my spine, taking his time moving down my body. He loved to draw it out. It made it all that much better. He ran his hands over my cheeks. He kissed my hole. His long tongue ran along my rosebud. He used his tongue with such passion to bring me close to the edge. I found myself throwing it back on him. His tongue worked my hole as I worked my hips. I needed him inside of me.

    I eased down on his cock. It slid inside of me like a welcomed friend. I rocked my hips back and forth. My hands planted on his chest. Our moans mixed with the sound of the ocean and birds chirping was magical. I moved my hips faster, and his cock slid deeper inside of me.

    As my body moved, my hard cock swung back and forth. Dakota squeezed my ass as I rode him. His cock pushed deeper inside of me. It touched my depths and made me beg for more. His dick understood the assignment. His dick knew it’s way around my insides. We didn’t need any words. We completely understood the other person. We knew what each one wanted, liked, and loved.

    He rolled me onto my back. My legs spread wide, and he gave me a deep fucking. Over and over, he fucked into my tight chute. My walls clung around his swollen member. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him inside of me. Our noses touched, and our lips grazed one another. I moaned like a woman finally finding her king. I didn’t understand what was happening to me and why. He smiled at me. It was such a beautiful smile.

    “I want you inside of me,” he said as he pulled his cock out of me.

    Dakota pulled out of me. He got on his back, and I slid in between his legs. My dick eased inside of him. His hole opened and let me in. The warmth of his insides took me. I rocked my body, moving my hips and cock in and out of him. He looked at me with loving eyes. His moans were deep and passionate.

    I took his firm dick in my hand and teased the head as I gave him my jewel. He smiled and moaned deeper. His legs kicked out and began to shake. I could feel his insides melt as I picked up the pace of my stroke game. His eyes pleaded for more. I went deeper inside of him. My cock swelled even more. His walls pulled at me like a soft hand guiding me through life. I felt lost in his passion.

    Deeper and faster, my body smashed into his. He stuck his tongue out, and I sucked it. He dug his nails into my backside. The pain and pleasure mixture was perfect for me. I could have stayed in him for hours. I wanted to stay inside him for hours. There was nothing greater or better than what we were doing.

    I rolled him onto his knees and slid back inside of him. I started to plow his backside with deep and long strokes. His ass bounced and throbbed around my member. My balls felt tight as they smashed into his taint. He fell onto his stomach as I pushed my dick deeper inside of him. His ring felt even tighter around my dick. I fucked him with a greater urgency. I could feel the pressure building in my balls.

    I humped into his backside faster and deeper. The cum started to move up my shaft. I bit down on his neck and let out a loud growl. My dick exploded and flooded his insides with my hot and sticky cum. My dick twitched inside his tunnel. Eventually, I pulled out of him. He rolled onto his back. I took his swollen member into my mouth.

    He thrust his hips up, and his cock erupted. I swallowed his heavy, hot load. Rope after rope of hot cum went down my throat as some trickled down the side of my mouth; he was a tasty meal that left me completely satisfied. He snuggled up next to me, quickly taking the role of the big spoon.

    “I’m never gonna let anything happen to you,” he said as he kissed the nape of my neck.

    I turned around and faced him. His beautiful eyes were so calming to my soul. The silence felt so peaceful. I just wanted it to stay like that forever. I interlocked my fingers with his.

    “If the reporters are still there when I get back home. I’m going to come out as bisexual. I’m proud of my sexuality. You should probably stay clear of me for a while. I don’t want rumors going around about you. You’re a rising star. You don t need my drama tarnishing you.”

    He kissed my hand and said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

    “Koda,” I started.

    He firmly stated, “It’s not a debate. Most things with us are. This isn’t one. You wouldn’t abandon me if it were me. I’m not abandoning you. I’ll be here to help however you need me to. Just don’t expect me to disappear from your life.”

     

    ***

    The black SUV pulled up in front of my building. The crowd of reporters were still gathered outside. Dakota took hold of my hand and kissed it.

    “I can have the driver take you somewhere else. You don’t have to do this,” he said.

    I smiled at him, “It’s time to take back my life. No one gets to pull me out of the closet. I make that decision on my own terms.”

    I leaned over and planted a kiss on his soft lips. His kiss gave me the strength and courage to do what needed to be done. I got out of the SUV. The reporters began to circle around me. The camera flashed, and everyone’s voice sounded like muffled, incoherent thoughts in my ears.

    I stopped in front of the door. I took a deep breath and turned around to face everyone. I could see all their mouths moving and people pointing microphones at me. My heart started racing. The nerves in my body tingled as anxiety settled in my stomach. Finally, I heard someone’s question.

    “Tyson, are you in a relationship with Santiago?”

    “He’s not!” I didn’t expect to hear Dakota.

    “Dakota, how are you connected with Tyson,” someone asked.

    He strolled right up and stood next to me. He took hold of my hand. Our fingers interlocked. There was a look in his eyes that I didn’t understand.

    “He’s here for support. Though I’m a bisexual man, I am not in a sexual relationship with Santiago. I am only his physical therapist,” I answered.

    “Tyson, are you in a relationship with anyone in the league,” someone asked.

    “He’s in one with me, and I think I’m in love with him,” Dakota said as he pulled me closer.

    Our eyes lingered, and our hearts raced. Then he sealed his fate and planted a kiss on me for the entire world to see. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. The reporters lost their minds. I heard more questions and felt more camera flashes, but that didn’t matter. We had just changed the game, and he was possibly in love with me. Holy shit!

    TO BE CONTINUED

    © Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.

  • Aaron the Houseboy

    “How’s life in the burbs?” Jake asked as he spotted Aaron, shoulder-pressing 75 pound dumbbells in each hand. Aaron had no threshold when it came to weights, and it wasn’t hard at all for him to put on muscle. He loved working out, loved taking loads in the gym sauna, and didn’t see why it was so hard for other men. He and Jake were on their fourth hour of working out today. After they finished shoulder presses, Jake had promised to fuck Aaron’s face. 

    “It’s been amazing,” Aaron said. “Conan’s having a slumber party at the house with some of his football buddies. I can’t wait to meet them.”

    Aaron lived with Jake, Sami and Anthony at their house. But he’d recently been invited by one of his favorite clients, Jason, to come live with him, his son Conan, and his husband Bobby, as their houseboy, even for a month or so. He couldn’t say no. 

    “So how does it work?” Jake said. “I mean, who do you sleep with?” 

    “It’s like how it is with you guys, at home. I take shifts.” 

    “You’re a pro,” Jake said, as Aaron completed his last set. 

    “Well, Conan comes back from school before the guys are home from work. He’s always horny, so I gotta be waiting for him, in his bedroom, on all fours. He usually goes about four rounds. Then, his dads get home, and usually both want to have me in the shower, but they’ve got an amazing bathtub, too. Once they’ve both had me, we eat dinner, and then the whole family gets to use me. I tuck Conan in by sitting on his face, then head over to Bobby and Jason, for a DP before bed.”

    “I love those,” Jake said. Both men were standing, and Jake was rubbing his hardon into the deep ravine of Aaron’s ass, spandex and mesh the only thing keeping him from going all in in the middle of the weight room. 

    “I sleep with them, and wake them up by kissing and sucking their morning wood, bright and early. They both like to start the day by pumping my throat and cumming in my face. Jason likes to sleep in, a little longer, so Bobby and I go down to make coffee, and I let him spank me over the table before drilling me. Then, I go wake up Conan.”

    “Damn,” Jake said, now pinching Aaron’s nipples. “That’s quite a routine.” 

    “Yeah,” Aaron said. “And while they’re all at school or work, when I’m not here, I’ve been walking around the neighborhood, getting to know some of the local parks. The cruising’s been fucking amazing. I took five loads to the face yesterday, just from some neighborhood dads in the park.”

    “And tonight’s the slumber party?” 

    Aaron spun around. He was so excited. Now their hard-ons were rubbing onto each other. 

    “Get this,” Aaron grinned, “they’re all virgins. They’ve only been with girls. They’ve got a big game and they’re coming home to sleep over. I can’t wait.”

    “Come on,” Jake said, kissing Aaron, “let’s go stretch you out before your big night.” 

  • Drago You Don’t Want To Be a Preacher

    I was in my bedroom sitting in a chair playing a video game when someone knocked on the door. I said; “Come in!” The door opened and in walked in my high school friend Drago. He was two weeks from graduating along with me.  He was 19 and I was 18 years old and we were both looking forward to the next phrase of our lives after high school.

    After closing the door, Drago walked in and sat down on my bed. I paused my video game and turned to look at him. He told me that he had decided what he was going to do after he graduated. I asked him to tell me about his plans. We had been best friends since eighth grade and pretty much talked about everything.

    Drago said; “I am going to seminary. I want to become a preacher!” My mouth fell open and I looked at him in shock. Drago had talked about going to college and playing sports for as long as I had known him. He was the best athlete in school. After composing myself from the shock I asked; “What happened to becoming a professional player for a sports team. You have always wanted to play either professional football or basketball.”

    Drago responded; “My mom just told me that she has always wanted me to become a pastor and has been praying for me to go to seminary when I graduated from high school. She has told me that she prayed over me when I was born and God ordained me to become a preacher.”

    I told Drago that what his mom wanted is not what he wanted. I told him that I didn’t think it was fair for his mom to make a lifetime decision for him when he was a baby. God gives us the will to make our own choices. So, I told him that I didn’t think God would mind if he became a professional athlete if he gave him thanks, praise and the glory for his success.

    Drago said; “I have always known in my heart that God wanted me to do something great and becoming a preacher would make him love me. It would bring blessings on me and my ministry and make my Mom who has loved me and stood by me all my life unlike my shithead of a Father who abandoned me and my Mom when I was five years old very, very happy.”

    I walked over and knelt down on my knees in front of Drago and said; “I think God would love and use you no matter what you decided to do with your life as well as your Mom.”

    I placed my hands on Drago’s legs and felt the warmth coming from his body. I knew Drago was under a lot of stress thinking about his life decision. I rubbed up and down his upper thighs trying to calm him. As I rubbed his legs I noticed a movement in his crotch. I looked up at Drago and saw a 19 year old boy who was confused and didn’t know who he was and yet he was trying his best to make a life decision.

    I looked down between his legs seeing an obvious change in the bulge between his legs then, back up at him once again smiling and locking eyes with Drago. He looked back at me with a very nervous, half smiled. I sincerely, in a soft, loving voice said; “I don’t think you want to become a preacher.”

    Drago replied; “Your wrong!”

    I rubbed my hands closer to his crotch each time noticing movement in his pants with the front starting to tent as I looked up into Drago’s eyes and said; “Believe me. You don’t want to become a Preacher!”.

    I looked at Drago intently staring into his beautiful light brown eyes as I let my hand move over his crotch and started gently fondling his cock over his pants feeling his hardness and said; “You definitely, don’t want to become a Preacher.”

    Drago didn’t answer but I could see the sexual arousal, the hunger as well as the desire for sexual release in his face as well as the heat coming from between his legs and his rock hard cock.

    I reached for his belt and started unbuckling it. I unsnapped his pants and unzipped them. I pulled hard and managed to get Drago’s jeans pulled down to his knees. I saw his underwear tenting from his rock hard cock. I looked at him and said; “I don’t think you want to become a preacher.

    I put my hand on his cock. I felt the head of his dick rubbing and caressing it. I grabbed the waist band of his underwear and pulled down. Drago’s long, thick, uncut eight inch chocolate brown cock with a mushroom shaped dick head barely covered with foreskin stretched out from his erection sprang into full view.

    Drago’s dick was perfect. I lovingly rubbed and stroked the soft velvety reddish purple brown helmet shaped head and shaft of Drago’s cock with my fingertips as I softly whispered saying; “I don’t think you want to become a preacher!”

    I leaned over holding Drago’s erection between my thumb and index fingers kissing the head of his beautiful chocolate brown penis several times, licked it like my favorite flavor of ice cream cone then, opening my mouth took the head and two inches of Drago’s cock inside.

    Although, Drago and I had been friends almost 5 years he had no idea that I was gay and madly in love with him and had spent many, many nights dreaming about sucking him off, tasting that beautiful chocolate brown uncut cock and finding out the flavor of his cum load.

    I started sucking on the head and first two inches of his erection like it was a straw and I was drinking a frozen, thick, creamy, tasty, delicious milk shake from McDonald’s. I sucked him for a few minutes then, started bobbing my head up and down on his penis taking more and more of his dick into my mouth. As I took five inches inside my mouth the head of Brago’s dick pushed up against the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and opened my throat allowing Drago’s cock to slide inside and down my throat. I let his big black cock slide down my throat until I felt his dick hair tickling my nose and my chin was firmly pressed against his nuts.

    I started sucking, bobbing my head up and down and deep throating his hard dick using my throat muscles to squeeze and massage Drago’s cock. I made swallowing motions with my throat to provide a jacking motion on his dick. Soon, I heard him making low soft moaning sounds. I sucked and milked Drago’s dick trying my best to get him to cum down my throat.

    Suddenly, he pulled my mouth away from his dick. He pushed me backwards then; he stood up pulling me to my feet. Drago moved behind me. I felt his hands grabbed the waist band of my basketball shorts and pulling down jerked both my shorts and briefs down around my ankles.

    When he had my clothes around my ankles he had me step out of them. He gently placed his right hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward saying; “Bend over!”

    I placed the palms of my hands on my bed leaning over it as Drago moved behind me getting between my widely spread legs. I heard Him spit into his hand and knew he was adding his spit to my saliva covering his cock. I felt his dickhead push between my ass cheeks. He pushed hard forcing his rock hard black dick deeper into my white boy butt crack. I felt his dick head press against my ass opening. He continued to push hard until I felt the tip of his dick head stretching my asshole. Drago moaned from the pleasure he felt as his dick slid balls deep inside me. Drago tightly gripped me by the waist and started fucking me hard, deep and fast. He said; “You like my big black dick up your white boy pussy don’t you, pussy boy? I always knew you were a queer boy by the way you looked at me in the locker room especially when I was taking a shower. You have wanted my dick ever since we were eighth graders. Well, faggot you got it so take it Take all of it. I am going to fuck the shit out of your tight asshole. I am gonna leave a big load of my black boy cum deep up your white boy ass then, that will be the end of this sinful nature that you have stirred up inside me then, I’m gonna leave here, go home and tell my Mom I am going to the seminary and become a Preacher!”

    Drago fucked me like a wild man for ten minutes. My body rocked back and forth in timing with his fucking motion and my head bounced wildly from the force of Drago’s fuck strokes. He slammed his dick up my ass pounding his crotch hard against my ass cheeks as he rough fucked me filling my bedroom with loud rhythmic jack hammer fucking pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, naked skin to skin anal fucking sounds. Finally, Drago shoved his cock balls deep and let out a super sexy orgasmic growl and started shooting a load of his cum deep up inside my boy pussy. I heard him say; “I am cumming inside you. I am breeding your sweet white boy pussy and getting you pregnant.”

    Drago pumped his dick back and forth using slow fuck movements until he had stopped cumming. He held still for a few seconds completely finishing inside me then, quickly jerked his spent big black cock from my butthole letting out a slightly painful grunt from the sensitivity of his dick head after breeding me.

    I heard a loud pop and a wet sticky sound ring out as Drago’s big black dick popped out of my tight white boy hole caused by the huge amount of semen he had fucked up inside of me.

    As Drago’s cock head popped out of my hole my ass ring slammed shut immediately, sealing in every drop of his huge black boy cum load inside my pussy and leaving the contents of his balls deep inside me.

    I heard him frantically pull up his pants, zip his fly, buckle his belt and hurriedly leave my bedroom without saying a word to me.

    I tried to gather my underwear and briefs and catch him but before I could do anything I heard my bedroom door close and Drago was gone. I didn’t have time to say anything to him.

    We didn’t talk again but a week later I heard Drago had accepted a full athletic scholarship to a division one school. He went on to become a professional sports player being picked up by an NFL team and paid handsomely.

    I was a graduate student and only a few days from earning my master’s degree in sports medicine degree when I heard a knock at my dorm room door. I got up and went to the door. When I opened the door I saw Drago standing in the hallway smiling. I said; “What the fuck? I uh, huh, hmmm, mean.”

    I gathered myself from the surprise then, I said hello to Drago and welcomed him inside my dorm room.

    Drago sitting in a chair across from me sitting on my bed said; “I wanted to come congratulate you on your upcoming graduation. I heard you will graduate at the top of your class. I replied that he was correct. Drago asked me what I was going to do next. I told him that my dad had gotten me a job interview at our home school to be the sports medicine manager taking care of player injuries for all sports teams at our high school.

    Drago let out a sexy giggle then, got up and came over kneeling down in front of me placing his hands on my knees and said; “I don’t think you want to go home to our old school for a job especially since, I have the perfect job for you!”

    He started rubbing my legs eventually moving to my crotch. As he gently squeezed my cock and balls he looked up at me, locking eyes with me as he raised up his left hand, putting it on the side of my face and pulled me down into a deep passionate tongue kiss. As Drago kissed me he pulled down the front of my basketball shorts and my underwear freeing my 6 inch cut penis. He broke off his kiss and moved his mouth to my cock and started masterfully sucking my dick. I moaned out in heavenly sexual pleasure by the loving and masterful way Drago sucked my cock. He sucked on my penis for five minutes getting me close to cumming when he stood up and said; “I have never forgotten the evening I came into your bedroom and told you I wanted to become a Preacher and what happened.”

    He looked down at me with his beautiful light brown eyes, smiled and said; “I have never forgotten what happened and I have never forgotten you. I have never been able to get you out of my head and mind no matter what I do. I think it’s time I told you how I feel. I love you Billy and want you to become my boyfriend.”

    I stood up and pulled Drago into a hug deep passionately kissing him and in a flash, we were both naked on my dorm bed with my arms and legs wrapped around Drago’s neck and waist as he rhythmically thrust his big black uncut 8 inch dick into my tight white boy pussy while we feverishly, passionately kissed until we both grunted out into each other’s mouths letting out super powerful orgasmic growling breaths as Drago ejaculated inside my pussy and I squirted my cum load between our bellies hands free. We lay still until we recovered from our extreme orgasm when Drago looking down at me said; “That was fucking amazing. Billy Donavan, I love you and I don’t want to spend another second without you in my life. Billy, will you do me the honor of marrying me becoming my husband and making me the happiest man in the world?”

    I smiled, giggled, laughed happily and loudly yelled saying; Oh my fucking God yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I will marry you Drago Williams!”

    I graduated and we got married. I landed the job of the sports trainer working with athletic injuries for Drago’s professional NFL football team. We both had high paying jobs until we both retired then, moved to Hawaii living happily together for the next 55 years!

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  • Boys of Eternity

    The Merging of Forever

    Four excruciating, long days had passed since Alex and I had hung out for the very first time, and we were now on the fifth day of being apart. We had only seen each other in school and were only able to communicate through text and video chats once we left the school.

    His mother had taken a full week off from work and wanted him around the house. The way Alex spoke of her, she seemed like the type of person who didn’t put much stock in the whole school system, so she was fine with him being out for a few days. Evidently, his parents managed to climb up the business ladder through their own efforts. And of course, Alex was more than okay with not being in school, since it gave him some time to do whatever he wanted when he wasn’t busy helping her.

    He told me he was busy doing in-house chores for her. Since they had moved to Missouri at the beginning of the school year, there were still many things to fix up at their house.

    I also learned that his parents hadn’t bought the house, but instead, they were renting it out until they were very sure it was what they wanted. Some tiling needed to be installed down in their basement, and the spare bedroom needed repainting. Apparently, the walls had a grungy, dark brown wallpaper. They were going to strip it and repaint it to transform the room into very bright colors. Also, he said the fireplace looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in years, and they needed to make sure it was safe to use. Although, they may need a professional to come out and do that.

    I was so proud of him. The more I learned about him, the more I adored him. He was a killer drummer, played sports and had the skills to do handy work around the house. Those are all things I had no idea how to do. If it was me, I would have had to go online to view DIY videos on how to do everything.

    While he was busy at his house, I did my best to stay busy with my music. My new private teacher had taken me down the path of improvisation. He had me playing all these different patterns in every Key. It was something you just don’t do in regular music class in any high school. He told me that if I was able to play all my scales, chord tones and multiple patterns in all Keys, I’d stand a better chance of getting my ideas out from inside my mind and through my saxophone.

    It made sense what he was saying, but everything he was teaching me was so new, and I was struggling. Clearly, I didn’t have all the scales and patterns down as second nature. Every time I tried improvising, I felt very mechanical, and I didn’t really have any ideas flowing. I was still trying to grasp his concept of playing the melodies in my head, based off the scales or Key that I was in. But it also made sense to follow his instructions of starting simple, only playing three, four or five notes at a time.

    It also didn’t help that I was separated from Alex this past week. After sealing the deal and becoming his boyfriend and professing our love for each other, it was hard to stay focused when I couldn’t even see him for more than five minutes at a time.

    Alex and I were both feeling the pangs of separation. As much as I adored all the pictures he texted me, I wasn’t able to touch his face or feel the warmth of his hug. And even all the sexy talk through text was just that, sexy talk. It was nothing like the real thing. After all, I wanted to touch him, smell him and taste him. Nothing in the universe could possibly compare to that.

    When we did video chat, Alex didn’t have a problem with privacy and personal boundaries, since his room was in the basement of their house. For me, I had to close my door and cover myself with a blanket to muffle the sound. I wasn’t ready for my parents to hear me making kissing sounds and telling somebody “I love you” on the phone. If it wasn’t for all the video chatting, I think I would’ve gone crazy. At least we were able to see each other’s facial expressions and hear each other’s voices. A few times, we were able to get sexy.

    On this fifth night of being apart, Alex showed me around his room during our video chat. It was hard to see and imagine everything, since it was only through a small phone. He had his own private bathroom with a full shower in it, and the colors of his room were bright and cheerful, which matched his personality. In the corner of his room was a shelf filled with stuffed animals. There was one cute plushy toy in particular that I kind of made a big deal about.

    “It’s SOOOO cute!” I had the biggest grin on my face. The stuffed animal was fat with whiskers, but it wasn’t a cat. It was just a big fat blob of lime green cuteness. “Where did you get that?!”

    “I won it at a carnival back home in Michigan. I spent a lot of money trying to win it, but it was worth it.” He seemed rather proud of his win. “You like it that much?”

    “Yes! I wish I had one like that. I don’t even have any stuffed animals. Just a few video games.” I frowned a little. “But seeing your room and your toys, you just seem so open and colorful, and it makes me feel happy looking at everything.” His personal space gave me warm feelings. I imagined what it would be like if we ever lived together.   Is that even possible?   I tried not to think about that too much, but it was definitely something I wished for.

    For a little while longer, we chatted until we were both very sleepy. We said our good nights and made kissing noises. Alex blew me a kiss. “I’m finally returning to school. If it wasn’t for you being there, I’d totally be bummed out. But since you’ll be there, I can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow in Band. Good night, my sweet baby.”

    I blushed, although he couldn’t tell, because it was a little dark in my room. “Good night, sweety. See you tomorrow.”

    The next day at school, I walked inside the band room, eager to see him. I looked around, but he hadn’t shown up yet. I texted him and asked him where he was.

    Me: where you at? I’m in the band room already
    Alex: I’m here already. Just not at band room. cu in a sec

    There was a wink at the end of his text.

    Me: okee pokes, sweety

    Within a minute, the band room door swung open, and Alex walked through. There was a huge smile on his face, and he waved at me. A couple of students said hi to him, and he fist-bumped one of them. Immediately, he walked up to where I was seated in the saxophone section. We still had a few minutes before class started, and most of the other students were still loud and running around the room. Alex kneeled down on the floor beside me and poked me on the arm.

    “I love you,” he whispered. He curled his lip and just smiled.

    I smiled back. “I love you too,” I whispered. “But I feel like you’re not saying something.”

    “Maybe.” He stood up. “Maybe you’ll see after class.” He then turned and walked to the back of the room where the drum section was.

    After class, we both walked together toward my locker. Alex was already prepared and had his book for his next class. He was acting strange, but in a funny, good-natured way. When we finally got to my locker, I turned to him. “If we weren’t in school, I’d pin you down and make you spill the beans on whatever it is you’re holding in.”

    A sly smirk spread across his face. “You know, I’m the one who usually pins you down. But honestly, I might actually like it if you do that to me.” There was a sassy tone in his voice. “You gonna open your locker?”

    I poked him in the stomach. “Maybe I WILL pin you down.” I then spun around and turned the numbers on my lock to open up my locker. “Five, eight, zero, one.” The lock clicked open, and I pulled on it. Before I opened my locker, I turned to Alex, and while nobody was looking, I blew him a kiss.

    Ignoring my kiss, Alex reached over and pulled on my locker. It opened up, and I froze. Staring at me on the middle shelf of my locker was the fat, lime green, cute plushy animal. “Oh my god!” I think my voice might have carried down the hall to the other end of school.

    “It’s yours, my sweet baby.” I could tell he wanted to hug me, but he held back. “I wanted you to have it. We still have another day til we can hang out after school, so I thought you could have this in your room as a reminder that I’m always there. Plus, you don’t have any stuffed animals, so this can be your first.”

    My lips puckered, and I wasn’t sure what to say. “You’re the sweetest boy in the universe.” It came out as a whisper. “I love it a lot. I… I love you so much.” I paused. “How did you know my locker combination? I’m not mad, just curious.”

    “Babe…” He started to laugh, then stared at me with an incredulous look. “You do realize that every time you open your locker, you say the numbers out loud, right?! I’ve heard you say it twice before today. And today makes the third time. Five, eight, zero, one.”

    I looked up and to the left while thinking for a few seconds. “Ohhhhh, shit. You’re right. I DO do that, don’t I?”

    “It’s all good. Just try not to say it too loud next time, so nobody’ll hear you. Come on.” He tugged my sleeve. “I’ll walk you to your next class.”

    I grabbed my book and locked my locker back up, and we walked down the hall to my next class. Once we reached the door, we said our goodbyes. I wanted so badly to kiss him, but I couldn’t. I just watched him walk back down the hall to his class. While I was staring at him, I caught a glimpse of a couple of other students, a girl and a guy, pecking each other on the lips before they too separated. She went into class, and he walked down the hall in the same direction as Alex. Emotions of jealousy and anger welled up inside me.   How fair is that?! I wish we could kiss out in the open.

    Later in the day, Alex and I saw each other a few more times. We had lunch together, and English also. And before I left school, we gave each other a quick kiss in the bathroom after everybody had cleared out. He then walked out into the parking lot to meet his mom.

    At night, once we were both settled into our rooms, I called him so we could talk on video. It was so good to see him again. But with all these feelings still pent-up, neither of us could take it. It was very clear how horny we were, and just the sight of each other was driving us nuts.

    I heard him breathing, and he asked, “Can I see you naked?”

    “Of course.” I flipped on a small corner light, and I took off my underwear and pointed the phone at my body.

    “I wanna see your face also.” He gave me a pleading look. “That’s the best part of you. You’re so cute.” Already, he was taking off his underwear, and his cock was rock hard.

    We both set up our phones so we could see each other’s bodies and faces. Just being in his energy and seeing him on camera made me want to shoot. “Sweety, I already know I’m not gonna last long. I’m so horned up right now, just from looking at you. It’s like fire running through me.”

    He snickered and stuck his tongue out at me. “Go ahead and cum if you have to. I don’t think I can last long either.”

    I nodded and started tugging at my dick. I stuck my finger in my ass and watched him do the same. A minute must have passed by, and my balls were already tingling. I saw his body tremble, and I knew he was as close as I was.   Gods, neither of us have any stamina when it comes to sex.

    I faintly heard his say, “Fuck. I’m cumming, babe.” I saw his body shake, and I knew his cum was splattering all over his stomach.

    I gave myself one more tug, and my loins felt like they were exploding. My body shook, and my cum hit me in the face. Alex had already sat up, and he was staring at me intently.

    “That’s so hot,” he told me. “Let me see your cum.”

    I put the phone up close to me and showed him all the cum on my face and chest.

    He licked his lips. “If I was there, I’d lick you clean.”

    I giggled. “You know we’d both lick each other clean. But since you’re not here…” I took a pair of my dirty underwear from a pile and wiped myself. I saw him wiping up also.

    He glanced up. “You should save that pair of undies for me. That way, I can put it up to my face and smell them whenever I want.”

    My face turned beet red. “Oh my god. That’s incredibly sweet and really perverted. It’s such a turn on.” I set the undies aside. “I mean, if you’re serious.”

    “Of course I am.” He grinned and licked his lips.

    “Alright. I tell you what. I’ll cum in them again tomorrow morning, and I’ll give them to you at school. They’ll probably still be wet when I hand it to you.”

    “I can’t wait.” He blew me a kiss. “Also, you know, starting tomorrow, I can hang out at your place again after school. We don’t have to be apart anymore.”

    “I know. I’ve been counting down the days. It’s been really hard not being able to hold you or kiss you.” I paused. “I guess I could just give you the undies when you come over tomorrow after school.”

    Very quickly, he blurted out, “No. I’d like them in the morning, so I can feel the wetness on my face.”

    “They’ll be wet alright, but it’s not like it’ll be a lot. If I could cum a gallon for you, I would.” I just shrugged, and the corner of my mouth curled up.

    Alex didn’t say anything for a short bit. Finally, after nearly fifteen seconds, he broke the silence. “Will you cum and piss on them for me? And just stick them in a little baggie?”

    My eyes were wide, and I just stared at him. “Ummm… ummm… you’re serious? You want that?”

    He shook his head up and down. “I uhhh… I’m really sorry. I don’t mean to be gross or anything. It’s just that, I’ve tried my own piss before. And well, it kinda turns me on. Like, a lot. So, if it’s your piss, I’ll be turned on a thousand times more.”

    I bit my lower lip, and a rush of electricity shot up my spine. In my eyes, everything about him was extremely hot. “Okay, sweety. I’ll bring them to school wet. If that’s what you want.” For some reason, I couldn’t possibly say no to him about anything.

    “It is. Thank you.” He blew me another kiss.

    I saw him toss his cum rag to the side, and he pulled his blanket over him. From that point, we talked for another twenty minutes, before deciding to call it a night. Once again, we said our goodbyes and good nights. It was nice, but it still left me feeling empty.

    Once the light on my phone was out and I was lying in my bed in the dark, I realized how lonely I felt without him. Thankfully, I was tired from my earlier orgasm. I was drowsy enough to fall asleep, and I welcomed that, since I didn’t want to feel that loneliness anymore.

    The next thing I knew, my alarm on my phone was going off. I had set it for an hour earlier than I normally set it, just so I could fulfill Alex’s wishes. I rubbed my eyes and slowly awakened myself to the new day. I glanced to my right and saw my pair of dirty undies, and I just laughed out loud. Just thinking about our conversation made me instantly horny.

    I grabbed the undies. “What should I do first?” It seemed that my body was telling me. I got out of bed and quietly headed to the kitchen. Once there, I pulled out a sealable zip bag and walked to the bathroom. So nothing would spill onto the floor, I stepped into the tub and held the undies under the head of my dick. After a few seconds, a steady stream of piss began to flow. Before I knew it, the entire pair of undies was completely soaked. I stared at it, not knowing if I should wring it out or not. I didn’t want to wring it completely, but it was a lot.

    I gave it a light squeeze. “Well this is something I never thought I’d be doing.” I laughed to myself again. The undies were still really wet. I stuck them in the bag, then stepped out of the tub. After rinsing the tub out for a few seconds, I got back into bed and started to jack off.  If this is what he wants, then I’ll do it.

     It only took a few minutes, and I had pumped seven streams of hot cum into the little baggie holding my piss-soaked undies. There was so much piss, I could see little bubbles of it in the corners of the bag. “Ooohhh… I’m gonna have to double this bag.”

    Just then, my phone began to ding. It was Alex, texting me.

    Alex:  Good morning! I miss you 🙁
    Me:  you’re so sweet! Morning!!! i miss you back
    Alex:  You sleep okay??
    Me:  yessss :)))  and I already did the deed
    Alex:  you mean you peed on your undies???
    Me:  I peed a LOT on them, and I cummed on them too
    Alex:  omg, I literally can’t wait to see you. Can we meet up this morning?? Early??
    Me:  YES!!!! What you have in mind?
    Alex:  my mom and dad are both staying home today and they said I can take the van
    Me:  you all have a van?
    Alex:  yeah it’s an old one dad bought when we moved here mainly to haul things. He doesn’t plan on keeping it.
    Me:  cooool where should we meet?
    Alex:  I’ll just pick you up. I’ll be there soon
    Me:  okee pokes, c u soon, i love u!

    I quickly raced to the shower, rinsed, dried, brushed my teeth and put my clothes on. As soon as I had finished getting ready, Alex had pulled up, and I immediately ran out the door to meet him.

    Once in the van, he placed his hand on my lap. And as soon as we had pulled away, our lips locked, and our tongues danced for a few seconds. While Alex was driving, I pulled out the clear bag with my soiled undies in it. I was a bit embarrassed, even though he was the one who requested it.

    As soon as he saw the undies with my piss running in the corners of the bag, his eyes lit up. “Oh my god,” he whispered.

    “Where are we going?” I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

    “Are you okay with just parking somewhere? There’s that abandoned lumber yard place. Nobody ever goes there, and it’s out of sight. And besides, it’s so early anyway.”

    “I’m definitely fine with that.” I couldn’t contain my excitement. “I’m just happy to be with you now.”

    It took nine minutes to get to our destination, and we had an hour and twenty minutes before school started. Once we parked, we both leaned into each other and basically sucked each other’s tongues. Alex kept the van running with the heat on, since it was cold outside. And unless somebody looked inside, directly through the front windshield, we were completely hidden in our own little private sanctuary.

    With the doors locked, we moved to the back of the van, and Alex asked me for his prize. I hesitantly handed him the clear bag filled with my piss and cum-soaked undies. Opening it up, he inhaled and smiled, clearly excited.

    “You really like piss?” I asked him.

    “No. I LOVE piss.” He stared at me for a short moment, then leaned over and kissed me. “Again, I don’t mean to gross you out or anything, but it’s just something I experimented with myself. I watched a lot of porn with boys pissing, and it always turned me on. And when I finally tried my own, I couldn’t stop. I took a chance last night and brought it up to you, hoping you wouldn’t be disgusted with me.”

    “I’m not disgusted. I’m curious. I’ve never tried it. But if it’s with you, I’ll try anything.” I touched his cheek and kissed him on the nose.

    Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, he carefully pulled out my dripping undies. His hands were wet, and he held them up to his nose, touching it lightly. After a few seconds, he rubbed his mouth on it and began sucking the piss out of them. Seeing some of the cum, he quickly licked it up. It strangely turned me on, and I was as hard as could be.

    “Can I try?” I whispered.

    Nodding his head, he slowly placed the wet undies to my face. With my eyes closed, I took a deep breath of my own piss. After some time, I tasted it and began sucking out the liquid while Alex stroked my face. Opening my eyes, I lowered the undies. I was breathing hard.

    “You okay, babe?” he asked me.

    “Yeah. O gods. That’s really hot. I can’t believe how freaky this is, and I could probably shoot my load right now without even touching myself.”

    A small laugh escaped from Alex. “That makes me happy.”

    He then took the bag and tilted it upside down toward his mouth. All the piss that was at the bottom of it slid into his mouth. I watched him, but I didn’t see him swallow. Instead, he slowly leaned over to me and pressed his lips against mine.

    Overcome by a new and thrilling experience, I readily accepted. Our lips sealed, and his tongue was pushing inside my mouth. The next moment, my mouth was filled with my own piss. Neither of us swallowed, at least, not too much. We were pushing the piss back and forth between us and savoring the moment in ecstasy.

    While this was happening, we both undid our pants. Finally, all the piss in our mouths slid down our throats. Our dicks were now exposed. Alex licked his lips, then mine. Immediately, his face went straight down, and he began sucking on me. I squirmed, because it felt soooo good.

    It was so good, that I had to yell out, “Stop! I’ll cum in like two seconds. Even though I cummed this morning already, I can do it again.”

    Alex lifted his head, and a playful smile was on his face. “Wanna taste a little more piss?”

    “I…” I nodded my head up and down. “Yesssss.”

    “I love you, Emmett.” He then sat up and spread his legs. Very gently, he guided my head toward his dick. “When you put your mouth on it, make a tight seal around it. I’ll control the flow, so it’s not too much for you. Try not to swallow it all, okay? When your mouth is full, come back up and kiss me.”

    I nodded and waited. Within seconds, my mouth filled up with his warm fluid. It was the best and hottest experience I had ever had. And it was, by far, the dirtiest, up to that point. When I could take no more into my mouth, I tapped him lightly, and I felt the stream from his cock stop.

    Lifting my head, I looked into his eyes. And like a wild beast, Alex devoured me. His tongue was ravaging my mouth, and he was moaning, sucking up all the piss from my mouth. Back and forth, his piss rushed between our lips until it was no more. Breathing heavily, I lowered my head again and placed my lips back on his head, ready to tap the spout once more.

    Again, my mouth was filled with his warm piss, and we repeated the process, until the piss had completely slid down both our throats. After doing this a couple more times, Alex had released all his piss. At that time, we turned our bodies on the seat and sixty-nined each other, shooting our loads into each other’s mouths.

    After cumming, we both stayed in that position, lightly sucking and licking. Alex ran his tongue up my balls and licked my entire shaft. As he did, I leaned over and stared at his hole. It was so beautiful, and I knew that some day in the future, I would be exploring it in depth. For now, I was content to touch and smell it. I was ecstatic.

    Ten minutes had passed, and we both sat up. With our noses pressed together, we locked lips. Sucking his tongue, I could still taste the piss. I loved it.

    I looked at my phone. We had twenty-two minutes before school started. Alex pulled out a roll of paper towels and some wet wipes. “I came prepared.” He handed me a few wipes.

    Once we were both clean and somewhat fresh, I put my jeans back on. Alex had paused, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. I then saw him reach over to the clear bag. He pulled my undies out. They weren’t dripping like before, but they were still wet.

    He then slid them over his ankles and pulled them up. My eyes were so wide. I couldn’t believe he was going to school like that. He laughed when he saw my expression.

    “It’s hot,” he told me. “I once saw this on a porn with two hot guys, and I always wanted to do it with my own hot boy. And now that I have the chance, I’m not gonna pass it up.”

    “Won’t it be wet all day? You’re not scared that it’ll seep through your jeans?” I asked him.

    “I’ll be fine.” He took his own dry undies and slid them over my wet ones. “My own pair of underwear will help contain that wetness. But at least I’ll get to feel your piss on me all day.”

    I merely shook my head and laughed. But deep down, I was loving every minute of it. It turned me on, knowing he was wearing my piss-soaked undies to school.

    “Gods.” I looked around and peered out the window. “I have to piss again. I guess drinking you up made me wanna go again so soon.”

    “Well, don’t worry about going outside. It’s cold.” Alex brushed my face with his hand. “If you have to go again, stick it in my mouth. You have to know by now that I don’t mind.”

    My lips twisted, and I shrugged and undid my pants once more. After I spread my legs, Alex lowered his head. Before sealing his lips on my dick, he said, “You can go full force. I’ll take it all, babe.”

    He wasn’t joking. I let it loose, and he sucked up every drop. But before he swallowed it all, I made sure to say, “Save me some.”

    Once I was finished pissing down his throat, he lifted his head, and our lips locked once more. It was such a rush, feeling the warmth of my own piss enter my mouth. Kissing Alex and experiencing this taste, the feeling, the warmth, and the smell. It was unlike anything I could have dreamt up.

    I loved it. I loved everything about it. And it was at that moment that I realized something. I had no control when I was around Alex, and he had turned me into a deviant little monster.

    FORTY MINUTES LATER

    Sitting in Band, half the class was over. We were in the middle of playing our pieces for the upcoming Winter & Holiday concert, but all I could think about was Alex and what I had just done with him. Every detail played through my mind. The more I thought about it, the closer I felt to him, and the more I craved to do it again.

    After Band was over, we went to our separate classes. The rest of the school day was like any other normal day. At the end of the day, while waiting at Alex’s locker, I heard him speaking to one of his friends. “I’m heading over to a friend’s house to check out some of his games. He was walking with a girl I knew only as an acquaintance.

    She waved at me. “Hey, Emmett.”

    “Heya, Josie.” I waved back. She then took off in her own direction, leaving me and Alex alone.

    Alex took one look at me and grinned. It was so cute and boyish, and it melted my heart. He nearly did a happy dance where he was standing. “I’m so excited to go to your house again!”

    “Me too.” I wanted to hug him, but I refrained. “Do you like anime?”

    His eyes were wide, and he nearly resembled an anime character come to life. “I LOVE anime! You wanna watch some?”

    I laughed, because his own excitement was making me excited. “Yeah! We can watch something…” I leaned in closer and whispered, “after we make out… and stuff. Then we can cuddle and watch something.”

    On the way home, we talked about our morning and everything we experimented with. While driving, Alex massaged my leg with his right hand. “I love you, Emmett. Thank you for being who you are and for letting me explore that curious side of me. You’re very special to me.”

    I didn’t have any words. My heart was melting. Finally, I could only think of four words to say. “I love you too.”

    We finally reached my house. Upon walking in, we set our bags down in the hallway, then immediately headed toward my bedroom.  He stopped us. “Wait. I really want to make sure of something, in case you didn’t realize it from what I said on the drive over. I actually love being around you. The sexy stuff is awesome, and it’s a dream come true. But I love you way more than all of that.” He paused. “Just so you know.”

    Again, I was speechless, and I felt myself welling up inside. He hugged me tightly and pressed his nose to mine. I finally managed to get some words out. “I love all the sex n stuff with you too. But I definitely love you way more than all of that too.” We stood in place, holding and caressing each other.

    After a minute, he tugged me, and I followed him to the bedroom. The entire time, neither of us could take our eyes off the other. We were like prey to each other, but in a romantic and lustful way. Once in the bedroom, we sat next to each other on the bed. His hands were already all over my legs and moving up to my button on my jeans. I moved my arms out of the way so he could do whatever he wanted. By this time, he was already kneeling in front of me.

    Once my button was undone, he unzipped me and pulled my cock out. He was gripping it with his left hand, and his right hand was massaging my back. Before sticking it in his mouth, he looked me in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was sitting in my boring classes. Being away from you made me want you even more.”

    And with that, my cock was shoved straight into his mouth. The suction from his lips and his tongue swiping across it made me scream. “Aaaaaahhhh… ohhhhh… that feels so good! Fuck! It feels good.”

    He stopped to let me catch my breath. “I absolutely love your dick.” He then pushed me onto my back and pulled my jeans off. Once they were off, he too stripped off his jeans. I could see that his underwear was damp from my piss-soaked undies he had been wearing the entire day. He stripped both pairs of undies off, and I could smell my own urine on him. It turned me on, and all I could think was,  God, I’m such a horny slut.

    He then pulled me forward, and my ass was hanging off the bed. He lowered his head until he was about a foot away from my ass.

    I whimpered. “Sweety… don’t. I’m not really the cleanest right now.”

    He didn’t say a word. I saw his head gradually move closer to my hole. He seemed to be contemplating something and taking his time. I lifted my head up from the mattress, and I sat up on my elbows and watched him. After nearly fifteen seconds, to my utter surprise, he very slowly touched his nose to my hole. I heard him inhale deeply, and he pushed gently into me, his nose sinking inside my dirty hole.

    A paralyzing fear shot through me, and I repeated myself. “Baby, please don’t. I’m not clean. And it’s not… it’s not just a sweaty dirty.” I felt helpless and wasn’t sure what to do. If he in the slightest became grossed out by me, I didn’t know what I’d do. My heart pumped faster, and my muscles were tense.   Fuck! What is he doing?!

    His head tilted upward, and his eyes met mine, right before his tongue licked the outside of my hole. I screamed again. “Unnnggghh!” My body was shaking, and his tongue was darting in and out of my dirty ass. Harder and harder he pushed with his tongue. It was like he was overcome by a ravenous hunger, and he wouldn’t stop.

    As he ate my ass out, both his hands push my legs toward me and apart. I helped him out and grabbed my legs with my arms, holding them in position. When I did, his left hand grabbed hold of the base of my dick. Slowly, he stroked it up and down. His right hand came up to my ass, and he pushed two fingers inside me.

    “Aaaahhhhh! Oh my god!” My eyes were wide, and I felt like I was on fire. It was like little sparks of electric all over my skin and through my spine. He was jacking me off and shoving his fingers in me pretty hard, and his knuckles were hitting the outside of my hole every time he pushed in.

    He knew if he continued, I would spray everywhere. He slowed his pace down inside my ass, and his left hand stopped moving. Very slowly, I could feel him swirl his fingers around inside me. And then it dawned on me. As good as it felt in me, I knew, as soon as he would pull his fingers out, they would be covered in filth. I was horrified. I was breathing hard, and I sat up on my elbows again.

    I watched him swirling his fingers around in me. He looked mesmerized. And then, I felt him stop, and I could feel his fingers slowly pulling out of me. It freaked me out. “Uhhh…” I didn’t know what else to say.

    He didn’t even acknowledge me. His fingers slipped out, and they were a soiled mess. Not a word escaped from his mouth. He was just staring at it. My world was ending, because I knew he would turn around and puke. My head was shaking from left to right, and I was ready to jump up and run to the shower.

    Before I could say anything, and before I could make another move, he closed his eyes and shoved his dirty fingers into his mouth. I could see his tongue moving around. My heart was thumping, and my dick twitched. Strangely, watching him lick up all my filth, turned me on. It took about twenty seconds, and he finally opened his eyes. When he pulled his fingers from his mouth, they looked as clean as could be.

    His left hand released from my dick, and he pushed me back onto the bed. Once I was down, he wrapped his fingers around my pole, and once again, he buried his face into my ass. Faster and faster, he jacked me off while licking my hole. And with his right hand, he began wildly jerking himself off.

    This lasted for nearly a minute until we both peaked. My legs and my ass tensed, and cum sprayed everywhere. It was on my face, my chest, my stomach and on my sheets. Even after I shot my cum everywhere, he continued to lick me. I heard him grunt, and I saw his body shake. I knew he was spraying the side of my bed and the floor with his cum.

    For a few moments, we were both silent. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing. I sat up and gazed at him. He looked empty and silent, but very happy. It made me giggle. I motioned for him to come up to me, and he climbed up on the bed and sat next to me. His face was just a few inches away from mine, but he hesitated and would not kiss me.

    My forehead creased. “Kiss me.”

    He shook his head from side to side. “I can’t.”

    “You always kiss me after we do things together.” I twisted my lip and scowled. “Kiss me.”

    “Not this time.” He turned his head slightly away from me.

    I let out a sigh and gently turned his head back toward me. Before he could say another word, I leaned in and pushed my lips onto his. I then slid on top of him and pinned him down with the back of his head on my mattress. His lips tightened a bit, but I did manage to slip my tongue inside his mouth.

    I knew why he wouldn’t let me kiss him, but at this point, the entire experience had already turned me on. Once my tongue entered into his mouth, I tasted my own filth. I sucked on his tongue until he stopped resisting. Our mouths were wet, and he was kissing me back. And just like he always did, he filled my mouth with his saliva. Only this time, it was his saliva with a hint of my own dirty mess.

    Eventually, we came to a halt. This new sexual experience seemed to settle. Silence ensued as we lay with our arms wrapped around each other while gazing into each other’s eyes. We were satisfied, content. We had become very subdued, and our minds were like a clear lake. We remained quiet for some time. Words didn’t really need to be said. The feeling itself was better than anything. It was a strangeness I had never before felt. The longer we lay still together, the more I felt like I was falling into a deep ocean of love.

    I closed my eyes and just felt his touch, his closeness. I seemed to have disappeared. My thoughts were gone, and I felt expanded in all directions. In that moment, I couldn’t tell where I ended and where he began. All I could feel was a complete oneness with him. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity.

    My head was spinning, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was unforgettable.

    Alex finally broke the silence. “I can feel you. Like, really feel you. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

    “You don’t have to, sweety.” I kissed him on the cheek. “I think I’m feeling the same thing you’re feeling. It feels like I’m lost inside of you, like I don’t exist anymore, and neither do you. But it feels like it’s an US that exists, kinda like one thing.”

    He was silent for a few seconds. “Yeah. That’s it. That’s exactly how it feels to me.”

    He whispered, “It doesn’t even feel right to tell you I love you. It feels like the two of us as one, are love itself.”

    “That’s exactly it.” I kissed his lips and stared deeply into him. It seemed as if hours had passed, or maybe seconds, while we stared into each other. “But for the record, I love you, Alex. I love you til the end of days and beyond.”

    “And I’ll always love you, Emmett. I’ll always want you, and I’ll always love you, for forever and a day.”

    For another few minutes, we basked in the feeling of oneness with each other. Alex was first to come to his senses, and he glanced at the time. “We should clean up.”

    We both stood up and walked toward the bathroom. Once in there, I turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to warm up before we both stepped in. As the water hit us, we just stood facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

    The longer we stared, the more I felt expanded. That feeling of oneness never left. He could tell that I wanted to say something, but I actually had no words. He just smiled at me. “I know.” He kissed my forehead. “I still feel you. Every part of you, like the universe exploded in us and we both disappeared.”

    I nodded. “I can’t tell where I end and where you begin.”

    Alex kissed my nose, then giggled. “I’m excited to watch anime with you. It’s not every day that I get to watch something I love with somebody I love.”

    His words made me feel wanted. “Maybe we can cuddle and watch anime every day together.”

    “Maybe.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Maybe someday, every day will be a thing for us.”

    We continued to stand in the shower with our foreheads pressed together. Time had stopped and seemed to no longer exist. The hot water was raining down on us, and all our thoughts had dwindled to nothing. He didn’t exist. I didn’t exist. Sex didn’t exist. All that existed in that moment was a feeling of forever and a day that expanded in every direction.


    NOTE from the Author:  Thank you for reading my story. This is a chapter out of my book, “Boys of Eternity: First Glance” which is out on all major platforms. You can visit and support on Patreon:  https://www.patreon.com/boysofeternity    ~ Ezra Velour

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  • My Date with Dennis West

    I started looking at pornographic images in the fall.  Why?  Basically I’ve been extremely horny lately.  It’s like something kicked in.  I recently lost 100 pounds on Ozempic and now my testosterone levels were through the roof!  We’re talking jacking off seven times a day horny.  So I was really really horny and was looking to jack off to pictures of hot looking men I see on the internet.

    Where had all these good looking men been my entire life?  What was I doing my entire life if I wasn’t having sex with these really great looking men?  I find it laughable when I read about men who spend the years from age 20 to 45 working on their careers, and then suddenly find they are still a virgin and expect people to just spread their legs for them.  How dumb is that.  The brother of a good friend of mind spent years working on his doctorate and then more years putting it to use.  Then one day he wakes up and discovers he’s bald, fat, and his bed is empty.  He’s not exactly something desirable.  His only option now is to roll up his sheepskin doctorate and stick his dick in that.  My message is fuck when you are young as much as possible, people need to get their priorities and goals in order.  Sex should always come first.

    But I’ve seldom looked at porn, just didn’t seem like something I wanted to do with my life and time.  Now I’m really really horny and I like looking at these great looking men, wow, where have these great looking men been my entire life?  I read names totally unfamiliar:  Calhoun Sawyer, David Skylar, Johnny Rapid, Jimmy Fanz, Aleks Buldocek, and Dennis West. None of these names (all made up no doubt) and faces are totally new to me.

    One face stands out.  Seriously.  Have you ever seen a man who just takes your breath away?  Has there ever been that one person in your life who does something inside you that no other man has?  I see a picture of a man who is so perfectly handsome that it’s totally beyond belief.  My god, I had no idea a man could look so handsome.  And yes, I’m turned on by his body, all of it.  But seriously, this guy turns me on so much that I’m even past the part about the sex with him. I know it’s going to be great, absolutely.  But what I really want to experience is his sexual response, not mine.  I have found such a man and his name is Dennis West.

    The initial information I find on Dennis really was purely by accident.  I wasn’t searching on his background or location, nothing like that, honest. Doing a search on Google really for somebody else, I see a search result or “hit” as its called it for some porn database website.  Never heard of it.  I click on the link.  I can now search on anything related to porn, perhaps the focus is narrowed to “gay” porn (as a side note I will not use that word for the rest of this story as I absolutely loathe the word).

    I type in Dennis West. Wow, I didn’t know all this about him.  He “retired” from the business in 2017.  What does this mean?  How much more can I write here?  Let’s just say there are several bits of information on the website, I can put several things together.  Then I see something really interesting on the page.  His last known address is in my hometown.  The problem is that everything I find on the guy is inaccurate.  Totally.  He moves around a lot.  Dates overlap so nothing makes sense or is of value.  He has a past involvement with the law, won’t go into that, nobody is perfect.  Every attempt I try to locate him fails.  Is he really in my town?  Is he well?  Is he alive?  Why do I care? Danger Danger Will Robinson, maybe this is somebody I shouldn’t meet?  “Computer:  stop this simulation right now and immediately shut down the holodeck!”

    Speaking of deep thoughts, had to do some deep thinking, soul searching, and think about things from his perspective.  If I am able to find him, then what?  Do I just throw myself at his feet professing my total and complete love for him, I will do anything he wants kind of thing? No, that doesn’t seem like an effective strategy.  What do I say to the guy?  What can I offer him? Maybe he doesn’t even like men, which would be rather surprising all things considered, but anything is possible.  David Skylar with his huge mushroom head cock says he’s straight, but he sure has no problem licking a guy’s asshole and then plowing it thoroughly.

    I put the whole thing aside.  I may in fact may be making myself sick thinking about him.  The problem I’m having is I really can’t justify spending the money it’s going to take to find the guy and suspect it will be a total waste.  But then a light bulb goes off, if getting a report on Dennis is a total waste, then maybe it’s worth it because then I can really say I tried everything possible to find the guy and failed and can then put the whole thing behind me, pack it up in a box labeled Pandora, close the cardboard flaps, seal it up tight with tape, put the box on a shelf way up top in the closet, never to be looked at again, that’s what I should do.  One PI hung up on me when I called and asked for his help, that seemed rude, said he could lose his license.  I never saw Jim Rockford, Frank Cannon, or Barnaby Jones hang up on perspective clients.

    I get a telephone number on him.  Don’t ask me how.  I could send him a text and wait.  Seems prone to failure, that’s what everybody does but I’m not just anybody.  What do I write?  What will they write about me when I am gone, that he chose a different path in life?, it’s possible.  Assuming the number is legit he’s probably going to think my message is spam and gets immediately deleted.  Too general or specific has risks.  I spend a few days thinking about this and then arrive at a solution.  I’ll call him.

    He answers the call.  My heart is pounding.  “Hi Jimmy, my name is Bob.  I’m in town.  I have $1000 cash on me. For an hour of your time. Nothing below the waist. Only above the waist (I figure my chances of meeting the guy greatly improve by dialing back on things). But I want to touch you. I want to kiss you.  I want to smell your armpits. Please. I really like you. I can show you on my tablet a complete vaccination record (not sure about this but seems like a demonstration that I’m an honest and clean person, which I believe I am).”  I’m afraid I may sound weird, trying to put on my most serious manly voice but it’s not a fake, it really is how my voice sounds.  I’m getting the sense that this is not the first time this guy has heard this exact presentation, the money thing is an unknown.

    About the money, how did I arrive at $1000?  All I can say is that I overheard a conversation (he was a drug dealer in prison, don’t ask me about that, all in the past) where a guy said he hired a female escort in Las Vegas that ended up costing him $1200.  He did say she agreed to have sex with two of his friends along with him, so that’s $400 a fuck.  What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

    I think my offer is quite reasonable, probably more than what he’s used to getting, I have no idea.  Maybe he doesn’t even do this sort of thing.  How would I feel if a total stranger walked up to me and said they’d give me a large sum of money if they could put their hands down my pants?  Obviously it would depend on several factors.  What did the person look like?  What did they want to do?  Again, I’m trying to think about things from his perspective. Honestly, if a woman offered me a million dollars to touch me I’d say no, it’s just too repulsive.  I have to walk a fine line here.  But here I am, a man obviously, I’ve made my offer and he knows I’m serious.  I’m thinking of just giving him $100 (I got all hundreds out of the bank earlier), he can keep that, buy himself lunch, if he wants the other $900 he knows how to contact me now.

    He’s reluctant to meet.  Says he’s had bad luck with such encounters and is tired of being used.  The only thing that keeps him from hanging up is the money.  He needs the money.  I can see from the report that he’s not doing well.  All of the housing he’s lived in the past few years are government subsidized, section 8 they call it.  That’s a real comedown from a person who was probably flying first class at one time, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he had a private jet once.  Maybe my offer of $1K is laughable?  Heck, I’ll buy him a car if that’s what it takes.  I am totally fucked 10x over.  See, I’m in love with the guy.  So I pull out all the stops and really lay it on the line:

    “Jim.  I think you are the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.  I really like you.  I don’t expect you would find me attractive nor do I want you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do.  That’s why I’m offering you so much.  I have it.  And I’d also like it to become something regular and I get the sense that you need help.  Please meet me Jim.  I want to take care of you. We can meet at Starbucks, do you have transportation?”

    He agrees to meet me.  We pick the location, 10am. He says I’d better be there.  Believe me, I’ll be there.  I’m there at a table in the back of the place.  He walks in and my heart is pounding.  It’s really him and he’s even more handsome than I had expected.  Wow, is this really happening?  Am I having a dream.

    “Hi Bob, I’m Jim.  Nice to meet you.”  He puts his hand on my shoulder, actually touches me.  Maybe it’s a positive energy transfer thing.  This guy is a pro.  He sits down across from me with his coffee, suddenly I feel like I’m on a job interview.  Why do I want this job? What passions will I bring to the workplace?  Where do I see myself in 5 years?  Have I ever managed large product developments? I snap out of it and return to the present.  My heart is pounding.

    “Hi Jim, I’m really glad we’ve finally met.  I really want to apologize if I’ve offended you in any way.  This just seemed to be the best way to get to know you.  I have the money with me.  We can leave and go to my house now if you want.  Just an hour Jim.  You will have a good time.”  He doesn’t have a car (“it’s in the repair shop”, I’m skeptical of this statement), so he goes with me in my car and I drive back to my house which isn’t that far away.

    When we get to my house, I lead him in and down the hallway to my bedroom.  I was with a guy once who said to me that he was most turned on by a man who has a “take charge” kind of attitude, and I think I know what he meant by this.  Once in the bedroom I tell him to please take off his shirt so I can see his tattoos.  He does so and again my heart starts pounding.  My god, this is him, I am now standing in front of the sexiest man who ever lived, I am not exaggerating!  “Jim, I am hopelessly in love with you.”

    And then we kiss.  Passionately and deeply.  My tongue is inside his mouth and his tongue in my mouth and it’s fireworks.  Wow, I just stuck my tongue in the mouth and am exchanging saliva with a retired porn star.  As I said, I have been vaccinated for everything that a person can be vaccinated for. If anything he’ll get some immunity from me.  Now I’m thinking what else do we do or more importantly what’s he going to let me do?  I did say I wouldn’t touch him below the waist.  I smell his armpits and he smells great.  We kiss some more, I run my hands over his body, we lay in bed and hold each other and talk, he’s reserved but opening up to me.  I tell him about the first time I had sex with a man in San Francisco:
    —————————————
    I’m 20 years old, first time in San Francisco.  I don’t have to report to Mare Island shipyard for a few weeks so have lots of time to explore and play in this unfamiliar city.  I have a hotel room on Union Square, seems like a nice area.  I walk towards the Tenderloin, it’s a bad neighborhood, the police are walking around but so are the criminals.  I really don’t like this area.  I picked up some free newspaper earlier that had an ad for the Campus Theater.  It’s billed as a place to see young college men dance (if you can call it that) on stage between movies.  Sounds horrible, man I hate these places, but I am totally clueless, have no idea how to meet and have sex with men, I’m scared, even if I could go to a bar I wouldn’t, that seems really scary also.  I went to the Castro once and that scared me.  Lots of older men walking around with socks and other objects shoved in their crotch area to make their dick appear bigger, felt like I was being stared at.  No, won’t be going back there.  As I said, I’m totally clueless and totally inexperienced in the ways of sex and men. So the Campus Theater in a bad neighborhood is my destination.

    When I get inside the theater I sit in the front row.  The live show just ended, saw the guy standing outside earlier.  Later he just walks on the stage, takes out his junk, and then does some kind of dance thing.  It was dumb.  There may have been 4 guys total on stage, it’s all terribly thought out, I think I just wasted my money on another disappointing experience.  The movie starts, it’s your typical porn movie, bad dialog and script, very predictable action.  Obviously this isn’t going to get me off, may in fact may make me hornier and even more frustrated.  I’m getting ready to leave, there’s an electronics store on Market Street called Zack Electronics I want to visit, I want to buy a Fluke DMM, I’m tired of using substandard crap in the lab where I work at.  Then I hear a voice from behind me – “may I sit next to you?”

    OK, this is weird and wasn’t expecting this.  I say yes, come on up, really don’t know what to expect.  He’s young, later he tells me his name is Mike and is 19 years old.  He sits next to me in the front row, takes out his dick and starts jacking off with some lube.  Where the fuck did you learn to do something like this (I’m thinking)?  As hot as the guy is and he’s really good looking, having him sit next to me in this horrible place isn’t what I want to do with my time here in this beautiful city of San Francisco.  I tell him that I have a hotel room just up the street on Union Square, let’s go there and continue this.  He readily agrees, we walk the city blocks leading to my hotel, he’s really a good looking fit young man, says he lives in Daly City and comes to the city every so often to meet people.

    We get to the hotel room, I take off my clothes, and then proceed to take off his.  This is what I like, I really like taking the clothes off a man I’m getting ready to have sex with.  It’s actually very exciting to me.  When pull down his underwear, I’m shocked frankly.  He’s really erect, like super erect, his prick is about 10″ and he’s super excited.  He then says something to me that nobody has ever said to me prior or since, he says, “I’ll do whatever you want.”  Wow!  We get in bed where we jack off in each other’s mouth (back then that seems like all I ever did with other guys, the fucking came later).  I did do something daring, something that I was just getting into but hadn’t a lot of practice.  I smelled his ass.  I sometimes think I was a dog in a previous life because I’m totally turned on by a guy’s ass.  I bury my noise between his fine ass cheeks and totally breathe him in.  He smells great and isn’t turned off by what I’m doing.  He did say I could do anything I wanted, didn’t he?

    This is pretty much our evening.  I think we both came three times, all three times I swallowed his cumload, he swallowed mine also. Not sure what else there is to do.  It’s time for him to go, nothing is really said about meeting again.  He calls two days later, I’m getting ready to fly to New York in the morning.  He wants to see me again.  I think.  I was so stupid back then.  I told him I had other plans for the evening and never heard from him again.  I always wonder what we would have done if he had come back to my room and we had a roll in the hay again.  “Computer, replay holodeck sequence timestamp on file for Mike of Daly City.”
    —————————————
    When I finish telling Jim my story he starts taking his pants off.  Why?  What’s happening?  “Your story turned me on Bob and now I want to have you.” Wow, wasn’t expecting this.  He has a full erection and it’s beautiful.  His balls are quite large.  I sit on the edge of the bed while he stands and I suck his really huge dick, it’s filling up my mouth and could easily gag on it.  I try to go as deep as possible which he seems to really like and he’s moaning.  I’m afraid he’s going to cum but he’s ok and in control.  He says he wants to suck my dick which I allow him to do.  I smell and lick his ass, I figure with this guy he’s not afraid of a guy touching him down there, so I really enjoy myself, it’s totally wonderful, he smells totally great and I stick my tongue into his asshole as deep as possible.  He says he wants to fuck, he hasn’t gotten off in a few days and has a huge cumload to shoot.  That’s exactly how he says this.  I have a tube of K-Y in my nightstand, I had anticipated something like this happening.  Do I have condoms? No, I tell him I want to do it bareback, that seems to get his attention and then he’s all over me!

    I tell him that I’m looking for maximum penetration, so we agree that we’ll do it laying on our sides.  He lubes up his dick  and then my hole with his finger and then he’s pressing himself against me.  Believe me, I am tight because this hasn’t happened often.  He tells me to relax, when I do so he presses against me even harder and then he’s inside.  It really hurts!  I try to relax and realize that the more I relax the better it feels and the deeper he goes inside of me.  Ok, now I understand how this is going to all work.  He’s sticking his tongue into my ear while he fucks me and this is just driving me crazy!  How did he know what was going to make me feel so good?  And then he’s reaching around and jacking me off while he fucks me.  Says he likes to feel a guy’s penis slide back and forth in the palm of his hand when he plows ass, says it’s a constant reminder that he’s fucking a guy, something he clearly enjoys doing.   “Fuck me Jim!  Fuck me Jim!”  Suddenly he’s thrusting harder, is really getting into the groove of things, I lose all track of time, and then he’s coming.  He starts moaning and even bites my ear, tells me he’s coming, he’s thrusting deeper and then he rams it in and keeps it inside me, that’s when I know he’s depositing his load deep in my ass, he says the word “fuck” each time he ejaculates, says it several times and then he relaxes.  Pretty much collapses actually, lays still, still inside me, let’s out another sign of relief, and then slowly pulls out.  The job is done, I am fertilized!  Well not really, that’s just the way it feels, the whole process has been extremely erotic and moving, perhaps the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.

    We put on our clothes, slowly.  He keep staring at me, not sure why. He then holds me again.  Tightly.  We don’t kiss, just stand there, he’s holding me, pressing his body against me so no space exists between us.  “What just happened between us felt real good.  I want to see you again.  Maybe next week same time?”  This sounds reasonable.  I call him an Uber and give him the envelope.  It’s yours now, I hope it makes your life better.  The Uber arrives and it’s time for him to go. I’m really not imagining this, I’m getting the sense that we both don’t want things to end. Of course he leads a complicated life, I can’t kid myself and think he really cares about me.  I knew all of this going into the arrangement. OK, your name is Jim, you will always be Jim. But when I first saw you and you took my breathe away, I knew you as Dennis West.  I’m in love with you man.

  • Under Dark Covers

    Under Dark Covers – Chapter XIII.

    Flashes.


    I pulled into the driveway. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted today. Something in me. And I didn’t know how to deal with it.

    I slipped off my shoes by the door and I stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing, my thoughts tangled in a mess I couldn’t quite sort out. Flashes kept coming, moments of people, of images, of things I’d barely registered at the time. They didn’t feel like memories so much as pieces of a puzzle I wasn’t sure how to put together.

    Peter’s words earlier, the ones about how he’d made his side income on OnlyFans, were still floating around in my head, but they weren’t what had me twisted up. No, it was the flashes. The sudden, sharp images that hadn’t made sense when they first appeared. Those flashes of faces, of bodies, of things that felt too intense to just be casual thoughts, of this guy who strangles Peter and who pushes Aaron down on his knees; this guy that didn’t feel like me but that I somehow lived through my eyes.

    I sank into the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen as if it would somehow provide an answer. It didn’t. My mind kept circling back to those flashes. It wasn’t just the images, but the feelings that came with them. They weren’t normal flashes of sexual attraction like I’d had before—they were deeper, more vivid. I could almost feel the heat of them, the urgency. They weren’t something I could just ignore, and that unsettled me.

    The conversation with Peter was also still fresh in my mind, echoing louder than I wanted it to. I couldn’t stop thinking about how weird and fascinating this OnlyFans thing all was. Was it just curiosity or something more? My brain kept bouncing between confusion and self-reasoning.

    Part of me wanted to understand it better. I couldn’t just let this go without knowing more. The curiosity gnawed at me. I pulled my phone out, already heading to Google. Maybe I could find his account. I figured it wouldn’t be that hard, people who made money off of these platforms usually had a solid presence, at least I thought so.

    I tried. I really did. Spent an hour or more on my phone, tapping through search results, scrolling trying to find any trace of Peter’s account. But I came up with nothing. There was no account with his name or anything that seemed to fit. I leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. So, what now? Was I just supposed to drop it? I couldn’t. Not after everything Peter had told me.

    Then an idea hit me. I knew someone who was way better at this kind of thing: Clay. If anyone could dig up something, it was him. The kid practically lived on the computer.

    —New text to « Claymore 🖤»
    Me: Hey, you got a minute to help me with something?
    Clay: Working on my thesis, but sure?
    Me: I need help with something on the Internet
    Clay: The Internet’s wide, you’re gonna need to be more precise
    Me: Can you dig up everything you can about Peter?
    Clay: Peter? Why, something wrong?
    Me: You’re gonna tell me
    Clay: Alright, can it wait until tomorrow tho?
    Me: Yeah, sure, alright.
    Me: Thanks brother

    Of course, I couldn’t explicitly tell him about an OnlyFans account, it would have started too many questions; also, I kinda promised Peter not to tell anything to the group. I slumped back into the couch, groaning a little. Clay would help, eventually, but that didn’t solve my problem right now. I was still left with those flashes and the thought of Peter and his strange side gig running through my mind.

    I was tired as hell, and really hesitated about just letting it go or talking to someone. I could’ve talked to Charles, but our earlier conversation left me a little puzzled. Somehow, I thought about Aaron. After all, and even if I had only learnt about it yesterday, he was officially the most diversely experienced guy in the group now. Even if yesterday’s… thing between us at my place was still in my mind, I didn’t know who else to ask.

    —New text to « A-Bomb Aaron 💣 »
    Me: Yo, what are you doing? Can you come over, need to talk about something.
    Aaron: Now? Dude, it’s kinda late already
    Me: Yeah, no you right
    Aaron: Everything alright?
    Me: Yeah, yeah, just needed to talk.
    Aaron: I’ll be there in 10.

    Aaron was different. He was someone who could talk about sex, about relationships, without the awkwardness. The guy had a way of not taking things too seriously. Maybe that’s exactly what I needed right now: someone who could help me figure out why I was getting these flashes, why my mind kept spiralling.

    I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, trying to ground myself. The flashes were still there, like fragmented dreams that wouldn’t fade. I needed to ask him, needed to figure out how to talk about this without sounding completely lost.

    A little while later, Aaron walked though my door, looking as laid-back as ever, without even knocking, as if he was coming home. He saluted me, slipping off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair next to the door. Wearing an opened denim shirt over a red v-neck tee and a pair of beige chino pants, he waked towards me.

    « So, what’s going on? » he asked, throwing himself down onto the couch next to with that usual careless confidence. « You look like you’ve got something on your mind. »

    I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I let my eyes drop to my hands.

    « I’ve just been… I don’t know, feeling a little off lately, » I said finally, my voice quieter than I’d intended. « Like, I’ve been having these flashes, you know? Like, random stuff keeps popping into my head, and it’s not… it’s not what I’d expect. It feels weird. »

    Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly curious but not pushing. « Flashes? Like, what kind of flashes? »

    I swallowed hard, trying to frame it in a way that wouldn’t make me sound like I was losing it.

    « I don’t know how to explain it. Like, I’ll be thinking about something, and suddenly I’ll just get this image or a feeling, something that makes me feel… I don’t know, kind of turned on, but also, like, uncomfortable. Like I’m seeing things I shouldn’t be seeing. Or maybe I want to see them but don’t know why. »

    Aaron leaned forward slightly, his attention locked on me. « That sounds… kinda intense. But, hey, that’s normal, right? Everyone has weird thoughts. Hell, I’ve had my share of random flashes. » I shook my head. « No, this isn’t like that. I mean, yeah, I’ve had the usual stuff; girls I like, people I’ve hooked up with. But these? They’re different… »

    Aaron’s gaze softened. He shifted in his seat, maybe sensing I was serious, not just rambling.

    « Different, you mean with guys, right ? »
    « Yeah, » I muttered, rubbing my hands over my face. « I guess. It’s like, I can’t tell if I’m just getting confused because of these thoughts, or if there’s something else going on. »

    Aaron paused, clearly taking it all in. I expected him to laugh or tell me I was overthinking it, but instead, he just nodded slowly, silently. « Like, how did you know you… » I said, but words struggled to come out, as I was talking about a very taboo topic, when in fact it was just questions about my sexuality. But it was too hard to keep going for me at this point. Fortunately, Aaron finished my sentence, obviously seeing my inability to continue: « …what? Wanted to try things out with guys? ». I nodded, silently, my eyes down.

    « I don’t know really. I guess at some point I just thought some guys were attractive, in the same ways girls are. And then, you know, it got me wondering about how it would be to kiss a dude, and then, well, I guess I started wondering about what it would be like to go a little further than that. »

    I stood up, started walking around the room, obviously uncomfortable, feeling kind of lost, rubbing my hand on my chin. I had never really thought about that. I mean. I’ve kissed other guys, mostly guys from the group it never triggered anything in me, and I’ve never thought about going further than that. I kept pacing back and forth in the studio. Aaron, feeling my mixed emotions then asked:

    « Wanna tell me about those flashes?
    – I don’t know man…
    – Dude come on, nothing you’re gonna say is going to change anything
    – I know, I know. I’m just not sure what to make of them.
    – Let me help you with that then.
    – It’s… I don’t know, it’s not that clear. It changes. Sometimes I see myself strangling other guys, or pushing them down on their knees, it’s… I don’t know man, I’m not even sure I’m the guy in those flashes.
    – Alright, what, so some kind of submissive kink?
    – NO! Dude, no!
    – Well, that’s kind of what you just described you know, strangling.. people on their knees in front of you.. »

    I had never thought about it that way. The thought scared me somehow. I mean, I knew there were a lot of different movements and tendencies in intimacy, but that’s something I had never explored, not even thought about… I always saw myself as a gentle sweet dude, so the thought of being described as a dominant made me visibly confused. I sat back down, fidgeting my fingers, eyes and head down. Aaron tried to comfort me, even if there wasn’t really anything to comfort:

    « Dude, don’t beat yourself up like that, it’s totally normal. A lot of people like things like that. I mean, I’m sure you probably experimented that field a little with one of your exes already, right? It’s totally fine and I get it… I mean you wouldn’t be the first guy to be turned on by the feeling of being in power… That’s what politics is all about! Maybe you should consider running for office! »

    I grinned to the joke, Aaron knew how to comfort me. I was visibly a little more relaxed now. I still didn’t really know what to make of the fact that it was mostly guys I saw in my flashes; and I could tell Aaron’s curiosity was also a little peaked, still.

    « So who have you been seeing in those flashes? » he asked.
    « Nobody you’d know… » I answered, hiding the fact that he actually was in one of my most recent ones. « Most of the times, it’s people I don’t even know myself… A lot of my flashes seem to have Concrete as a setting.
    – Concrete, huh? Yeah, I can see why that place could trigger them.
    – You do?
    – Well yeah, I mean, it’s a very sensual place… lots of people wearing little clothes, the dim lights, the sweat, the general openness of people there.
    – I thought you weren’t a fan of that place?
    – Of the music, no. I never was into techno, but that place sure is something different.
    – Yeah…
    – Anyway, so you tell me it’s exclusively dudes in those flashes? Have you been wondering about what it would feel like to be with another man?
    – Dude, no. I wouldn’t even know where to begin, or who to begin with.
    – Well there’s probably some guys you think are attractive? I’d start there.
    – Yeah but, I don’t even know if I want to start…
    – Well… Maybe you should just give it a try. That’ll settle if it’s something you like or not… »

    I was back to uncomfortable, even if that proposition seemed logical, I could wrap my head around the idea of experimenting like that. I wasn’t repulsed by it, but the thought of another guy close to me, intimate like I could have been with girls before was… unheard of. It’s not that I didn’t want to do it, but my brain wasn’t wired for that. Would I even enjoy it? Maybe I was just craving some kind of domination? It seemed like I had invited Aaron over for some answers and that I found myself even more lost than before.

    « I don’t know man, » I answered. « I just never gave it any thought
    – Well, I can suck your dick if you want. »

    A-Bomb Aaron. He dropped that one in the most normal voice, I lifted my eyes and gazed at his look, obviously shocked at the proposal. A couple of seconds passed; then Aaron burst into laughter: 

    « Dude, I’m just messing with you, you should’ve seen your face. That was priceless. »
    I was pissed, but relieved; I surely didn’t want to have to deal with that situation.

    « You piece of shit, you got me scared there. » I said, bumping his arm. Aaron leaned back, still laughing a little. « But seriously, man, everyone’s figuring themselves out in some way. There’s no wrong way to be who you are. It’s not about fitting into some box. It’s about understanding yourself. And if you don’t have the answers today, that’s cool. You’ll get there. »

    I let his words settle over me, the tension in my chest easing. Maybe I didn’t have all the answers, but I didn’t have to force them either. I glanced at Aaron, feeling oddly lighter. « Thanks, man, » I said quietly. « Seriously. » He grinned, giving me a nod. « No problem. Just remember, no one’s got it all figured out. Not even me. »

    I chuckled, the sound a little hollow, but still real. « Yeah. I guess you’re right. »

    We both sat there in silence for a while, the weight in my chest lightened, even if I didn’t have all the answers yet. The flashes hadn’t gone away, but maybe, just maybe, they didn’t need to be feared. Maybe they were just a part of something bigger I had yet to understand.

    The silence stretched on a little longer, comfortable now. I was still processing everything Aaron had said, but somehow, things felt less complicated, less like a knot in my gut. The flashes were still there, but they weren’t as overwhelming anymore. I didn’t need to have all the answers tonight. Maybe just understanding that it was okay to not know everything was the first step.

    Aaron shifted in his seat and glanced at his watch, a sign he was about to head out.

    « Alright, man, » he said, stretching his arms over his head, « I should probably get going. »
    I stood up too. It felt like I’d just started to scratch the surface of what was going on in my head, and I wasn’t ready to let go of the calm he’d helped bring to it.

    « Thanks for coming over, Aaron, » I said, my voice a little softer than usual. « Seriously. »
    He gave me a lopsided grin, his usual easy confidence back. « Anytime, man. That’s what friends are for, right? »

    I nodded, feeling a warmth in my chest that wasn’t there before. It wasn’t just about the conversation, it was about the way he’d listened, how he’d made me feel like it was okay to not have it all figured out, like I wasn’t the only one fumbling through confusion.

    As he reached for the door, I followed him, he pulled me into a quick hug. It was warm and familiar, something I didn’t even realise I needed until that moment. I stiffened for a second, surprised, but then I let myself relax into it.

    « Take care of yourself, alright? » Aaron said softly as he pulled away, his hands clapping my shoulders. « You’ll figure it out. »

    « Thanks, man, » I murmured, the weight in my chest feeling lighter than before. « I appreciate it. » Aaron walked out the door, and I watched him disappear into the night. I stood there for a while, just breathing. It felt like something had shifted, like I had just taken a small but important step forward, even if it wasn’t the giant leap I thought I needed.

    The flashes hadn’t disappeared, for a moment they even brought me to a world where I would follow him into the darkness, remove his shirt and rip off his red t-shirt. But I manage to bring me back to the threshold of my room. I shut the door softly behind me, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel so alone in my head, didn’t feel alone with my flashes, I knew I had to take them in, tame them, maybe even embrace them.

    As I was headed to my bed, to finally be able to embrace a good night’s sleep, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

    —New from to « Claymore 🖤»
    Clay: Dude you have to come over.
    Clay: Right now.
    Me: Man, it’s late, I was about to go to bed.
    Clay: I found something about Peter
    Clay. Come over. Right. Fuckin. Now.


    This story is part of a series exploring the outrageous adventures of a tight-knit group of friends. It delves into the chaotic mix of bromance, experimentation, and discovering new boundaries of friendship and pleasure. While purely fictional, some moments may be loosely inspired by the author’s personal experiences. Feedback is always welcome!

    Thank you for reading.

  • BBC Homecoming

    The weekend had started out with a bang, getting fucked by six black men in singles and multiples. This was definitely shaping up to be a record cumdump session. I needed to take measures, or I would cum myself, which would limit how much I could still bottom. I went into my supplies and got a chastity cage, slipping it on and locking down. It was a good model, no pinching or rough edges, allowing me to forget about my cock and revel in the parade of black rods I hoped to get.

    After recharging for a few minutes, hydrating, and doing some Kegels to get my bussy to tighten a bit, I was on the prowl for more BBC. No one had reached out in a few, but I guess it was dinner time and they had to be with their wives. I was sure I would get some more fun soon, especially if that group of guys who just left spread the word like they promised. And I had ads out there as well, that already had the motel info in it.

    As if on cue… a knock at the door brought me out of my daydream. “Yes?” I called out. I had set up a discrete mirror on the nightstand, allowing me to see the door without turning around, preserving the anonymity.

    The door opened slightly, offering no resistance since I had taped the lock. I saw a black face peek in, his eyes go wide at the sight of my ass.

    “This the place for breeding white booty? Got the info online.”

    “This is the place. Come on in and let me serve that BBC.” I wiggled my ass in his direction.

    He grinned and opened the door wider. I saw he had two friends with him. They all were college guys, lanky jocks, their fraternity letters on their t-shirts or pullovers.

    “Damn, that’s what I was hoping for.” I heard another of the boys say. They all quickly entered the room, shutting the door behind them. This was a dream! All black dick is great, but three hot college BBC, that never happens to me. I figured they wanted a slutty bottom, and I was ready to play the part.

    “Come on fellas. I got two empty holes, why are y’all still dressed?” I wiggled my ass again. One of them whistled.

    “LOL, you both heard the honky. Time to stuff his holes. I hadn’t nutted in a week, been so busy with Homecoming prep.” The three college guys quickly shed their sweatpants and t-shirts, revealing toned bodies and three hefty black cocks. “You sure you can handle all this meat here, cracker? Once we get going, we ain’t stopping.”

    “Don’t you worry. I was put on this earth to service black cocks, and I am very good at it. I’d take your whole fraternity if you let me.” I hoped they could hear the joy and arousal in my voice.

    “Maybe some time in the future that can be arranged. Right now, we’re gonna go for a test drive, LOL.”

    Two of them got on the bed, one at my mouth and one more to the side, where he could watch the action at both ends. The third planted himself firmly behind me and started to check out my ass and bussy with roaming hands.

    “Nice back here. Smooth to the touch, like a pussy should be.” He gave it a smack, then fingered my hole. “Feels like we ain’t the first been inside, LOL. How many BBC you had already?”

    I stopped licking the balls in front of me briefly. “Six black kings have been here earlier Sir.” I went back to bathing the full ebony orbs dangling in front of my mouth. I could tell the king attached to them was loving it from the sounds of contentment he was making.

    “Damn, you really are a white slut! Well I guess I don’t have to work you open, so I’m going in!” With that he smoothly positioned his cock and plunged inside. “Damn, you still pretty tight back here, considering. Feels good.” I responded with some anal contractions, to let him know I had skills.

    Fuuuuuccckkkk! White man here just did some magic shit with his pussy! You boys gonna love fucking this piece here.” He picked up the pace, pounding my hole.

    “Hot damn, that’s what I was hoping for.” The side guy said. “I told you, fucking some little white college boy can be fun, but they ain’t got the skills or the stamina to take black cock regular like. You want to really fuck, you find you an older white guy that likes BBC!”

    I had moved on to slurping on the nice ebony rod, but took the time to pop it out briefly and acknowledge the wisdom. “Preach there, Sir! I wish more of you college kings understood that truth. I live in town but always lose out to those white college twinks. That’s why all I was expecting this weekend was older alums.” I resumed my enthusiastic mouth assault on the black cock.

    “LOL, well if that ass is as talented as Dwayne is saying, we’ll work to change that in the future. Now shut up and suck both these cocks!” He sidled over and shoved his dick alongside the one already in my mouth. I obey and stretch to accommodate them, using the rhythm of Dwayne’s pounding, plus my tongue and hands, to give them maximum pleasure.

    “MMMmm, that’s good mouth pussy there. This cracker got full skills!”

    “You ain’t lying. I ain’t never had a chick could do this, take two so well.”

    The pounding behind me was getting even faster, if possible, so I figured Dwayne was getting close. I tightened a bit in a pulsing manner, which sent him over the edge.

    “Oh! Man! That’s right milk that cock baby. ARrrrrgghhh, I’m flooding that hole, breeding you good.”

    He wasn’t lying. It felt like he shot at least seven times up inside me. Then he collapsed on my back while he softened inside me. “Whew!”

    “About time. I need to try me this magic pussy.” The first guy, whose nuts I had bathed, slipped out and around to my waiting hole.

    Dwayne joked, “All my cum up in there, may not be room for you Jay. LOL”

    Jay smacked my ass lightly. “That right cracker? Why don’t you make some room. Push that nut out for me.”

    I happily obliged, contracting my muscles to fart out a nice gob of jizz from my previous fucks.

    “Daaaamn, that’s a lot of cream. Now we made some space, I guess I can give you mine, LOL.” Quick as a cat he has his cock up and in, bottoming out. I felt his pubes smashing against my ass. Jay clearly wasn’t in to a slow fuck, he just went for it, full speed. Meanwhile, the guy I thought of as Preach now took charge of my mouth proper.

    “Let’s see how good this throat really is now. Best breathe when you can, cause I’m going deep.” He grabbed the sides of my head and proceeded to shove his long cock down my throat. I had no gag reflex and knew proper technique, adjusting my head position to minimize the bend in my passage. He slid down easily, his pubes smashed into my nose. He held it there, filling my windpipe, as my natural instinct spasmed my throat around him. Finally pulling out to let me breathe, he was all smiles.

    “Yes sir-re, this is damn good throat! I might just feed you my nut direct.” He dropped back down, once again sliding down deep. I was over the moon in pleasure, being fiercely spit-roasted by these two black kings, both pushing as deep as they could. Meanwhile, Dwayne had recovered a bit and was on the bed, pinching my nipples and rubbing my throat and neck, offering encouragement, to me and his boys both. “Yeah, take those dicks. Man, I can feel that cock sliding in your throat, wicked.” He had one my arms pulled to my back, and was using my hand to fondle himself while he spoke.

    “Yeah, keep taking that dick. Jay giving it to you proper! You a good white whore, serving these black cocks.” A smack on my ass, more nipples pinched. “Damn good whore.”

    “Oh, fuck that throat is good. I’m gonna nut! Swallow this load bitch!” Preach exclaimed as he shot ropes of jizz down my gullet. The action caused a reaction in Jay, who let loose with a primal sound of his own and flooded his load deep inside me. I was on sensory overload, living the dream. We all collapsed in a heap on the bed.

    “Fuck that was hot,” I said. “You all are welcome anytime for a repeat. I have a house in town.”

    “Bet. That was best sex I had in a long while. And no worries about being a baby daddy! We’ll definitely be using your pussy holes again!” Dwayne smacked my ass and got up to get clean. They all went to the sink and soaped up, getting the sex off of them so they could go party. Luckily, I had slipped the front desk a twenty, to give me a load of extra towels for the bathroom.

    As Preach started dressing I asked for his phone. I added a Telegram account I used just for hookups, so they could contact me in the future. He smiled “Don’t you worry. The whole frat is gonna know about that magic ass and throat. After you fun with the old folks this weekend, you’ll be getting college BBC all the time. Bet.”

    “Excellent.” I smiled back.

  • A Lazy Afternoon

    The next morning, the sun peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. Steven was the first to stir, his eyes fluttering open to meet Richard’s. He felt a gentle tug in his chest, a reminder of the love between them. He slipped out of bed, his bare feet making no sound on the cool wooden floorboards.

    Moving through the quiet house, he found his way to the kitchen. The scent of coffee filled the air, and he couldn’t resist the urge to brew a fresh pot, the aroma a comforting familiarity in this new chapter of his life. As the coffee maker gurgled to life, he stepped onto the patio, the cool morning air kissing his skin. The world was still, the only sound the distant call of a bird greeting the dawn.

    Steven’s heart raced with excitement and a touch of rebellion as he sat naked in the patio chair, the cool wood against his skin starkly contrasting with the warmth that Richard’s love had brought into his life. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of dew-kissed grass and the promise of a new day. The sun had barely begun to crest the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of pink and orange that seemed to mirror the passion of their love.

    He heard the soft tread of footsteps on the stairs, and his heart leapt in anticipation. Richard appeared, his muscular frame moving with the grace of a panther, the morning light highlighting the contours of his body. He was equally bare, his cock half-hard from sleep, and the sight of him made Steven’s arousal stir. The older man’s eyes widened slightly when he saw the teenager sitting there, a hint of surprise and desire flashing through them.

    “Morning,” Richard murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He crossed the patio to stand behind him, his strong hands resting on Steven’s shoulders. The warmth of his touch seemed to seep into his very soul, grounding him in a way that was both comforting and thrilling.

    Steven leaned back into the embrace, his eyes drifting shut as Richard’s hands began to knead his tense muscles. The gentle pressure was heavenly, the perfect balm to the ache that lingered from their passionate night. He felt himself relaxing, his body melting into Richard’s as if the two of them were one.

    Just as he was about to voice his appreciation, the sound of footsteps on the gravel path snapped them out of their reverie. Richard’s grip tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing in concern as he turned to look. Selina appeared, a bag of bagels swinging from her hand, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

    “Good morning, you two,” she said, her voice light.

    Steven’s eyes flew open, his cheeks flushing as he realized his mother had caught them in their intimate embrace. Richard’s grip tightened for a brief second before he stepped away, giving Selina a sheepish smile. “Morning,” he mumbled, reaching for the bagels with a slightly trembling hand.

    Selina’s knowing smile grew wider as she handed the bag to Richard. “I take it the two of you had a… good evening?” Her tone was teasing, but there was a warmth in her eyes that told Steven she was happy for them.

    “Mum,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Could you not?”

    Selina chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m your mother, Steven. I’ve seen you naked before.”

    “Not like this,” Steven mumbled, his cheeks burning.

    “Sorry, Selina,” Richard said, his voice tight with a mix of embarrassment and regret.

    Selina waved him off with a laugh. “Don’t apologize, love. I’ve seen plenty of naked men in my day, and I’ve raised a fine young man here.” She winked at Steven before turning back to Richard. “Besides, I’ve seen enough to know you’re good for him.”

    Her words were like a balm to Richard’s nerves, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, if you’re sure,” he said, glancing down at his nakedness.

    “Absolutely,” Selina said, having walked into the kitchen, and setting the bag of bagels on the counter. “Now, let’s not let these go to waste. Who wants breakfast?”

    The three of them sat at the kitchen table, the air thick with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and toasting bagels. They ate in companionable silence, the occasional laughter piercing the early morning calm. Richard felt a sense of belonging that was foreign and exhilarating, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the beverage in his hand.

    Selina’s acceptance was a gift, one that he hadn’t expected so soon. Her casual demeanour about their nudity was both surprising and comforting. It was as if she were saying, ‘You’re home now. You’re safe. You don’t have to hide.’

    As they finished their meal, Selina leaned back in her chair, her eyes on the two of them. “So, what do you two have planned for the day?”

    Steven and Richard shared a look, their thoughts in sync. “We were thinking of going for a hike,” Steven said, his voice tentative.

    Selina nodded. “That sounds wonderful. Just be careful, and don’t do anything stupid.” She winked at Richard, who couldn’t help but laugh.

    They cleared the dishes away, the domesticity of the moment feeling surprisingly natural. Richard’s heart swelled with love for this boy who had so bravely stepped into his life and claimed his heart. He knew they had a long road ahead of them, filled with challenges and obstacles, but at that moment, he was content.

    “You know,” Richard began, turning to Selina with a hopeful smile, “it’s supposed to be a beautiful day. I was thinking maybe we could all go for a hike together.”

    Selina’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “That sounds like a lovely idea,” she said, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “We haven’t had a family outing in ages.”

    The word ‘family’ hung in the air, a silent acknowledgement of the shift in dynamics that had taken place. Richard felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that Selina’s acceptance was a significant step forward. “It’ll be great,” he said, his voice earnest. “We can show you some of the spots we found yesterday.”

    Selina bustled around the kitchen; her movements efficient as she packed a lunchbox that looked like it could feed an army. She filled it with sandwiches, fruit, and even a few cookies she’d baked the night before. The sight of her preparing for their outing was a comforting reminder of the love that existed within these four walls, a love that had now grown to encompass Richard as well.

    The drive to the lake was a symphony of joy and laughter. Selina’s cheeks were flushed with happiness, and her eyes sparkled with a light that had been absent for too long. The radio played an old tune from their childhood, and she sang along with gusto, her voice a bit raspy but filled with life. Richard and Steven shared smiles in the rearview mirror, their hearts swelling with the same warmth that filled the car.

    As they arrived at the lake, Selina’s expression fell for a moment before she burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh dear,” she said, her voice light with mirth. “I don’t know what we were thinking, but it seems we’ve all forgotten our swimming costumes.”

    Steven and Richard shared a look, the same thought crossing their minds.

    “It’s okay, Mum,” Steven said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “We won’t need swimming costumes.”

    Selina’s eyes widened, the realization of her son’s words hitting her. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

    “Well, Mum,” Steven began, his voice steady despite the blush creeping up his neck, “you’ve seen us naked before, and we’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

    Selina’s cheeks grew rosier, but she chuckled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said with a nod. “But I’ve never been one for skinny-dipping.”

    “Come on, Selina,” Richard said with a grin, “it’s never too late to start.”

    Selina looked at the two of them, the young men she had come to accept and love in ways she never thought possible. “Alright,” she said with a laugh, “but don’t tell anyone you saw me naked.”

    They arrived at the lake, the same spot where Richard and Steven had made love. The water was a serene mirror reflecting the cloudless blue sky. The picnic blanket was laid out with care, a feast of food and drinks sprawled across it. Without a second thought, they peeled off their clothes, the fabric slipping away to reveal their bare skin.

    Selina’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of her son and his lover in their natural state. But the look in Richard’s eyes as he gazed at Steven, and the way the boy returned his gaze with a mix of adoration and excitement, convinced her that this was a moment of pure liberation for them. She felt a swell of pride, not for their nudity, but for their unabashed love.

    Steven’s cock bobbed slightly in the water, a testament to his youthful vitality. Richard, however, remained relaxed, his manhood hanging comfortably between his legs. Selina couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity, having never seen her son in such a state before. Yet, she quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the joy that filled the air as she stepped into the water naked.

    The cool liquid kissed their skin, a refreshing embrace that seemed to cleanse away any lingering tension. They swam together, their laughter echoing across the lake’s surface. Selina watched her son with a newfound appreciation, his body sleek and strong, a man in every way. Richard’s muscles rippled as he moved through the water, his confidence and comfort in his skin a stark contrast to the shy boy she had met just days ago.

    They settled onto the picnic blanket, the soft grass tickling their bare bodies. The food tasted like a celebration of life, each bite a reminder of the love that had brought them here. They talked of their dreams and fears, the future, and the past, all the while the sun warmed their bare skin. Selina felt a kinship with Richard that went beyond their shared love for her son, a bond formed in the crucible of acceptance and openness.

    Steven’s eyes kept drifting to Richard’s cock, his arousal growing with every glance. The need to touch, to taste, to claim the man who had captured his heart was almost overwhelming, but he knew it would have to wait. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a delicious agony that only served to heighten his desire. He shifted slightly, trying to hide his erection from his mother’s view, but the knowing look in Richard’s eyes told him that the secret was out.

    The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over their naked forms. It was time to head back, but the promise of what awaited them in the privacy of their own home was a tantalizing thought. Richard reached for Selina’s hand, pulling her to her feet with a playful tug. “Let’s get out of here before we’re caught,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with mirth.

    Selina giggled, the sound surprising even to herself.

    “What is it, Mum?” Steven asked, his cheeks reddening as he realized his erection was now in full view.

    Selina took a deep breath, her eyes flicking between her son and his lover. “Could I… Could I watch?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    Richard’s eyes widened, his hand frozen in midair. “Watch what?” he asked, unsure if he had heard correctly.

    Selina’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she met his gaze with a newfound boldness. “I… I want to watch you two make love,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I know it’s not the most conventional request, but… I just can’t shake this feeling.”

    The silence that followed was heavy, charged with an electric tension. Richard and Steven exchanged a look that was both shocked and intrigued. The idea was unexpected, but the raw honesty in Selina’s voice resonated with them. They had shared so much already, and in that moment, it felt as if there was nothing they couldn’t conquer together.

    “Mrs. H,” Richard began, his voice tentative, “are you sure that’s what you want?”

    Selina’s eyes searched their faces, looking for any sign of rejection or disgust. But all she saw was curiosity and a hint of desire. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t want to miss out on it.”

    Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and Richard felt his cock twitch in response. He knew this was a boundary they could either shatter or tiptoe around, and the excitement was intoxicating. He glanced at Steven, whose eyes had gone wide with surprise but were filled with a hungry curiosity. “If it’s something you both are comfortable with,” she said slowly, “then why not?”

    The tension at the lake had shifted from playful banter to a thick, palpable anticipation.

    “Mrs. H,” Richard said with a smirk, “are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

    Selina’s face grew even redder, but she held their gazes, her voice firm. “Yes,” she almost shouted, “I’m horny and I need to… I have my needs like you boys!”

    The words hung in the air, a declaration of her desires that seemed to echo the very essence of the intimate bond that had grown between Richard and Steven. She sat there, her chest heaving with excitement, her arousal palpable.

    Without breaking eye contact, Richard leaned in and captured Steven’s mouth in a deep, slow kiss. The teenager’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. Selina’s eyes were glued to the sight, her hand slipping between her legs to explore the warm, wet folds that had been yearning for attention.

    As their kiss grew more intense, Richard’s hand travelled down Steven’s body, caressing the soft skin and hard muscles until it reached his erect cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it pulse in his grasp. Steven let out a low moan, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation.

    Selina watched, her breath hitching in her throat. The sight of Richard’s strong, calloused hand on her son’s cock was something she had never thought she would witness, yet it filled her with a strange mix of arousal and maternal pride. Her hand stole down to her pussy, her fingers teasing the swollen lips, eager to explore the heat that had built within her.

    With a final, lingering kiss, Richard pulled away and slowly knelt before Steven. His eyes never left Selina’s as he took the young man’s cock into his mouth, his lips closing around the sensitive tip. He felt the pulse of life in the hard length, the heat and the need that coursed through it. Selina’s breathing grew ragged, her eyes never leaving the erotic scene unfolding before her.

    Steven’s hips bucked involuntarily, a gasp escaping his lips as Richard took him deeper. His tongue swirled around the sensitive spot just beneath the head, eliciting a moan that was a mix of pleasure and surprise. Selina watched in fascination as her son’s body reacted to Richard’s skilled mouth, her hand moving faster as she matched the rhythm of their lovemaking.

    The sounds of their passion filled the clearing by the lake, a symphony of moans and gasps that seemed to resonate with the very earth. The world outside faded away as they were lost in the moment, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Richard’s eyes closed in pleasure, savouring the taste of Steven’s cock, feeling the power of giving this gift of love. Selina’s hand was a blur between her legs, her breathing now a series of pants as she approached her climax.

    The air was thick with lust and love, a potent cocktail that seemed to intoxicate them all. As Richard’s head bobbed, his cheeks hollowing with each suck, Selina’s eyes grew wide with desire. She had never felt so alive, so connected to her son, as she watched him lose control of the man she had come to accept and even love.

    The tension grew, a coil of pleasure that tightened with every passing second. Selina’s orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her body and leaving her trembling. Richard looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and she knew he had felt her release as surely as he felt the pulse of Steven’s cock in his mouth.

    Steven’s breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting upward as Richard’s skilled mouth worked him to the edge. Selina watched, her hand still playing between her legs, her climax building once more. She had never been so open about her sexuality before, but in that moment, she felt a strange kinship with the two men.

    Finally, with a guttural cry, Steven’s body tensed, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum into Richard’s eager mouth. Richard swallowed greedily, his eyes never leaving Selina’s, as if drawing energy from her pleasure. The sight of her son’s release sent Selina hurtling over the precipice once more, her body convulsing in ecstasy.

    Her hand moved faster, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. She watched, entranced, as Richard lovingly cleaned Steven with his tongue, their intimacy a stark contrast to the quiet serenity of the lake. The sound of the water lapping at the shore seemed to mimic the rhythm of their lovemaking, a gentle reminder of the beauty of their union.

    Steven looked down at Richard, his eyes filled with a fiery need. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. Richard’s eyes widened in surprise, but the excitement in Steven’s voice was unmistakable. He nodded his desire now a living, breathing entity that demanded attention.

    Selina watched as her son straddled Richard’s body, the sun casting a warm glow on their skin. She had never seen anything so beautifully raw, so unashamedly erotic. Her hand had stilled, her orgasm waning as she focused all her energy on the scene before her.

    Steven’s cock was rock-hard, a testament to his need, his desire. He reached for the small bottle of lube they had brought with them, a silent nod to the intimate moments they had shared before. His eyes never left Richard’s as he squeezed a generous amount onto his shaking hand. Richard watched him with a mix of excitement and nerves, his cock already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.

    Selina’s hand stilled between her legs, the intensity of the moment holding her in a suspended state of arousal. She watched as Steven positioned himself, the tip of Richard’s cock nudging against his hole. Richard took a deep breath, his eyes squeezed shut, and she could see the muscles in his neck tense as he prepared himself.

    With a gentle push, Steven sank, enveloping Richard’s cock with his warmth. Richard’s eyes flew open, a look of pure ecstasy washing over his features. Selina couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, the sight of her son’s love for Richard so starkly displayed before her. The two men moved in unison, their bodies speaking a silent language of desire and need.

    Selina’s hand slipped between her legs once more, her fingers sliding through the slickness that had gathered there. She watched as Richard’s cock disappeared inside Steven, the way the muscles of the younger man’s ass clenched around him. It was a sight that was both erotic and profound, a testament to the love that they shared. Her arousal grew with each thrust, her hand moving faster as she watched them become one.

    Their rhythm grew more frantic, their moans and gasps a harmony of pleasure. Selina’s eyes were glued to the spot where their bodies met, the intimate dance a symphony of passion. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within her, her body responding to the raw emotion that surrounded her. The air was thick with it, a tangible force that seemed to pulse with every beat of their hearts.

    The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the clearing, a rhythmic crescendo that seemed to crescendo with the setting sun. Selina felt her climax approaching, her body tensing in anticipation. She watched as Richard’s face grew increasingly intense; his eyes squeezed shut as he approached his release. And when it came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them.

    Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her with a force that left her gasping for breath. She felt the warmth spread through her core, her hand still moving between her legs as she rode the waves of pleasure. The sight of Richard’s cum spilling out of Steven’s ass was almost too much, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

    The three of them lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of love and lust. The sun-kissed their skin, the last of its rays painting them in a warm, golden light. Selina felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t known in years, a warmth that filled the void that had been growing in her heart.

    They dressed slowly, the fabric of their clothes feeling almost foreign against their sensitive skin. Selina watched as Richard helped Steven into his tighty whities, his hands lingering on the firm curves of his son’s ass. The intimacy between them was undeniable, a bond that had grown stronger with each shared moment. Richard put his boxer briefs on followed by his shorts. Steven had decided that he only needed his tighty whities for the trip home, feeling hot and satisfied beyond expectations.

    As they packed up the picnic basket, Selina couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. She had witnessed something beautiful, something pure, and she was forever changed by it. The world had shifted on its axis, and she knew that their lives would never be the same.

    The drive home was filled with laughter and the occasional stolen glance. The secret they shared was a delicious one, a shared moment of passion that had brought them even closer. Selina knew that she had to accept the new dynamics of their relationship, but in her heart, she felt nothing but joy and love.

    As they pulled into the driveway, Selina turned to Richard. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

    Richard took her hand, his eyes shining. “Thank you, Selina,” he replied. “For being you.”

    The night that followed was one of whispered confessions and shared secrets. The house was alive with the sound of their voices, the walls echoing with their love. Steven remained in his tighty whities throughout the whole conversation until it was time for bed.

    Richard took Steven’s hand and led him back to his house and as they lay in bed together, Richard and Steven knew that their love had grown stronger, that the bond they shared was unshakeable. They had faced the world and come out on the other side, together.

    Selina lay in her bed, pleasuring herself again, her mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events. She had never felt so alive, so free. The love between her son and his lover was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew that she had a place in their lives, a place she would cherish and nurture.

    Their love story was just beginning, and she was eager to see where it would take them. But for now, she closed her eyes and let the whispers of their love lull her into a peaceful sleep, the warmth of their shared passion a gentle reminder that she was not alone.

  • Monthly Fisting Party

    I had the pleasure of attending a fisting gathering the other day. This is a monthly, organized gathering for fisters to enjoy our kink in a safe play space. Speaking of the play space, there were four different rooms with multiple varieties of slings, and a multiple variety of fuck benches and even a cubby where there were stirrups hanging if you wanted a go on your back, and a knee bench if you wanted to go on all 4’s.

    I’d heard about this monthly gathering through some ffriends I’d made in the local fisting community and had always wanted to attend. It was great to begin the new year with this experience.

    Before heading to the location, I spent the morning cleaning out well and had planned on taking some potent gummies, gradually,  so that by the time I arrived to the venue, I’d be at full peak state of high and desperate for a hand in my hole.

    Luckily, I was able to arrange for a ride to and from the location, so driving under the influence was not a concern for me.

    Just before leaving out for the party, I not only took those gummies, but I took a big hit off a freshly packed bowl and in minutes my mind was drifting and on another planet. I couldn’t wait to get there and strip down to my red and black neoprene jockstrap, red socks and harness and get a fist inside me.

    When I arrived, there was a small locker/changing area. There were a small group of guys in there with me. One of which immediately captured my attention. He was a good looking Latino guy, about 5’9”, 150#, toned body, some hair on his chest, wore an orange/white harness and small cut army fatigue briefs that did a good job of accentuating his package. He had a beautiful smile and thick beard. We exchanged glances, and for me, was a signal of interest.

    Once we had put our things away he asked if I wanted to play. I wasn’t even there 10 minutes and I found myself in one of the slings in one of the rooms upstairs. I’d had with me two fresh bottles of poppers, Amyl and Triple Scorpio.

    As soon as my body hit the sling and I took that first hit of the TS, I closed my eyes and saw all kinds of colorful shapes under my eyelids. At the same time, my new friend had been stuffing Crisco up my ass. At first two to three fingers just to push a healthy glob deep inside, but I was hungry for more and not bashful to ask for it.

    “More please…give me your hand!”

    “Someone’s got a hungry hole today”, he said.

    I opened up so easily with all those chemicals assisting me. My fister’s hands were magical, pushing through my first ring and edging towards the second within minutes. With each hit of the brown bottles my hole was opening more and more, I found myself moving forward on the sling, raising my hole up for optimal punching.

    “You have such a beautiful hole”, my fister said over and over again.  Always great to hear that from a fisting tops while being a hand puppet for them. I can tell when we locked eyes he was enjoying it just as much as I was getting it.

    “Go on take another hit. Just going to give your hole a little stretch.”

    Damn, my hole was in a cooperative mood, I hit those poppers again and my hole bloomed right open to take a second hand.  I’d never opened up so quickly without the assistance of my girlfriend “Tina”, so I was happily surprised by this unexpected development. It helped that my top had smaller hands, knew how to use them, and was very slow and methodical about it. Once he was inside with two hands, I took some slow punches. My hole was humming, so was I.

    After this round, my top helped me up from the sling and we kissed a bit.

    I was still quite high from all those chemicals but did manage to walk into the main vestibule where several guys were hanging out looking to pair. There was a younger 30ish looking Black man in a wrestling singlet who approached me and asked if I wanted more ffun. His hands were on the larger side, but I happily agreed to play with him.

    We found an empty sling in one of the rooms and I mounted it. My new friend helped place my feet into the stirrups. I laid back while he gloved up and seconds before he was about to enter me I took a huge hit of Amyl. It was the perfect timing. Riding that warm wave of sensation while a hand pushes right through you. Once again I opened like a knife through butter, the larger hand not a problem.

    “Damn, boy, your hole is gaping for me. Look at that!”

    My top pulled out, put more Crisco on both gloved hands and this time when I poppered up, my hole was getting boxed out by one fist and then the next. Serious handballing. My cock leaked big time throughout. I heard someone getting fisted in the sling next to me and it added so much to the experience. Also, I could see myself in the mirror hanging on the ceiling taking those punches. It amazes me to watch this fit man obliterate my wrecked cunt.

    I think I wore him out after 30 or so minutes of continuous play, and given this event was only for six hours, the idea was to rotate around a bit. So we decided a break was in order and we hugged it out and I found myself back on the first floor to grab some water and to refill another bowl of Crisco.

    As I was sitting in the drink/snack area, I saw one of my fisting pals that if played with twice before, Paul. He said he was definitely gonna get in my hole a bit later, which excited me.

    But it was an older gentleman, I’d say mid 60’s, full beard, blue eyes, hairy chest, wearing a black jockstrap and leather vest who approached me next.

    “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?”

    “No, this is my first time attending.”

    “Awesome, what do you think so far?”

    “It’s been great, better than I could have ever imagined.”

    “Love to hear that. I’ve been coming here for years myself. Great to see fresh faces and get into new holes.”

    I giggled, again, I was still quite high.

    “So, you wanna go upstairs?”

    “Sure”, I said. When I’m high, I’m not talkative. My mind drifts away, my body’s nerve endings are ultra sensitive and the pleasure is unlike anything I can ever describe.

    We walked into another room with an open sling and I practically jumped in, anticipating even more wonderment.

    My more experienced fisting partner held my gaze as I held the poppers up to my nose and let my body completely surrender. I raised my arms up over my head, and as his fingers probed and pushed, I pushed my sphincter out, welcoming his entire closed fist inside me. It truly felt like a large billiard ball moving in and out of my rectum. I truly loved when he went deeper, three quarters to the elbow and began to saw into my hole, one hand then the other. My previous fister definitely paved the way for this to even happen. I was crying out in utter joy as this man played in my guts.

    I wore him out, too, he said he needed to take a break to save himself for the rest of the afternoon. I was cool and understood that. As I was about to dismount, another older guy I’d talked to online and met earlier, an Italian hottie, said he wanted a turn. Terrific luck for me!

    I noticed next to us there was a young buck, a good 190, hairy chest, beard, in a black Diesel jock destroying the guy next to me. It was so hot to feel my Italian fister play inside me while just next to me another man was demanding to get his hole destroyed.

    The Italian guy had very talented hands, and he was not as rough as what was going on next to me, but as I was in my poppered up haze, he managed to slip in his second hand. Getting stretched that wide is my favorite thing in the world and it was happening for a second time that afternoon, once again the visual above me had me creaming in my jock. My fister kept telling me how hot it was that my dick was locked.

    So that was guy number four when he finished, I must have been in that sling well over an hour. That’s when my buddy, Paul, who fisted me twice found me, and so I just stayed where I was and took even more punches and depth up to the elbow. My hole was sloppy, so much grease and I was open like a goddamn tunnel. It was phenomenal.

    After the three successive guys hit my cunt I went back downstairs to rehydrate and get even more Crisco. I sat for a bit and in my view I could see a very tall, thin, Blaisian man changing from his street clothes to his fisting uniform. A black and red leather vest with the name of his leather group embroidered on the back, and a black Nasty Pig brief. I hoped to get some time with him.

    I did notice the time was close to 4pm at this point and five guys had been in my hole in a span of three hours, I’d cum close to cumming a couple of times, but for me, it’s not about chasing the orgasm, it’s more about sustaining the intense pleasure over an extended time.

    I decided I wanted more. The young buck ass destroyer that was fisting the guy next to me in the sling earlier said he wanted to get in my ass. He took me to the room that was labeled, “play only”, meaning nobody could stand around and watch. It was just the two of us.

    It was a darker room, smaller, and just seemed more intimate. There was one other sling in the sane room, but that remained empty.

    Once again, my ankles were in stirrups and my legs were spread, hole open for business.

    “I saw you destroy that hole next to me, dude. I want that!”, I said.

    “Oh yeah? You think you can take it?”

    “I fucking want to, fucking punch my pussy open!”

    “Take a hit, let’s see what this hole can do!”, he said with the most devilish grin on his face.

    My hole offered up no resistance at all, taking his full fist upon entry half way to the elbow.

    “Nice fucking hole! Fuck!”, he said.

    I worked my way down the sling and raised my hips slightly, then I took a deep hit. We locked eyes and fuck, this dude had me seeing stars. It was amazing taking those fully closed fists, knuckles scratching up every nerve ending making me grunt out like a wild beast. I kept begging him to fucking wreck me harder and faster and the poor chap was sweating up a storm. It was a beautiful rhythmic buildup that we both choreographed perfectly.

    When he tapped out, another guy around my age, Larry, said he’d been hoping to play with me all night. He had a full head of blondish grey hair and a full porn stache. He was fit, toned. He had me laying in one of the flat platform slings, they are wider than a typical sling, and just as much fun.

    I never imagined I’d be playing with him the longest out of all my fisting sessions is had so far. He was saying over and over how much he loved my hole. His hands were massive, I couldn’t take his double but I will say, his full on obliteration of my pussy lips with his fist was out of this world and made my body orgasm. It was a fistee’s masterpiece. I thanked Larry profusely for playing with me. Feeling his porn stache on my face was hot.

    It was now after 5 and I thought I had time for just one more round. Almost scripted, the Blasian guy winked at me. He was sitting in that fisting cubby. He tapped on it with his hand and nodded me over.

    We talked momentarily and then I got into the cubby, my knees on the lower platform. This was the first time all afternoon I couldn’t see my fister, not watch from above, but it was so great having a forearm ream me out from another angle. We played like this for quite some time as I reached to tweak and twist my nips as my home took a good punching.

    He then had me flip onto my back and we put my ankles in the stirrups. They hung almost by my head so I was not necessarily spread out, but my hole was at another new angle. This time I got to watch my fist fucker’s face for one final anal blowout.

    My hole was closing and getting a bit sore now. I checked the time, it was well after 6pm, and for me, over five and half hours of almost continuous fisting was enough.

    I texted my ride and was picked up for the drive home. During the drive I was asked to spill all the details, which I did. My ride said he wanted to fuck my sloppy ass, so I agreed. When we got to my place, we made our way quickly to my bedroom and stripped. I was still in just my jock. I sucked his eight inch dick to get it wet and hard. Then I was in my hands and knees. My fucker got behind me on his knees and slid inside me.

    “Holy fuck, your hole is so creamy and warm!”

    After all those fists and eight inch dick was nothing. My fucker said he wasn’t going to last long because the Crisco felt amazing on his dick. He began to aggressively fuck me.   There was melted Crisco flying out of me, dripping down my balls and taint. Not even five minutes later, I felt a warm burst of his sperm erupting inside me.

    We cleaned off his sloppy cock with one of the white old ratty t-shirts in my hamper and off he went.

    Now that is what a call a ffantastic day!