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I wasted my pathetic life trying to live as a straight and “normal” Married vanilla man while secretly submitting to Men. I tried so hard to fight this part of me, having grown up in a religious conservative household. I went through cycles, year after year, where I couldn’t hold back anymore and had the be the cock sucking slutty masochist I knew I was born to be. And then the guilt and embarrassment would kick in and I would try to deny myself this nature. Year after year, until I finally could not do it anymore. I told my wife that I was a submissive faggot, I packed my things and I left. Being free from the guilt of doing that behind her back, I allowed myself to be whatever nature intended me to be.

I talked to Master DP thoroughly, and he was very patient with me, working through these cycles. After realizing we were very much into most of the same fucked up twistest stuff, me wanting to be the victim and him the aggressor. He agreed to own me completely, no limits, no safeword. No way out, for the rest of my life. I knew this was what I was. I’ve always known this was what I was meant to be. So we planned, and I bought a plane ticket. All I had to do was arrive and sign the contract, then Master would take it from there. 

I stared out of the window watching the lights of the runway pierced the darkness as the plane landed. I spent the entire trip listening to hypno brainwashing audio files to help get myself mentally prepared and focused for my new life as a slave. To be completely honest, I was equally excited as I was scared/anxious to meet Master DP. We had talked for awhile, and planned this out thoroughly. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. A part of me was scared that this wasn’t real, and that I would be waiting at the baggage claim and no one would come claim me, and this was all a big joke. I couldn’t help but think that Master DP was having those same feelings. I thought about him driving all this way, anxious, hoping his faggot would actually show up and sign the slave contract that they had both agreed on. This was a one way trip. Once I signed those papers, I knew that my life was no longer my own. I smiled, nervously, ready to surrender. 

I made my way off the plane, with no baggage. I had been instructed to come with only the clothes on my back, my wallet with all essential identification, earbuds, and my phone. Every step made my heart pound. I was ready. I bought the ticket. I got onto the plane. I NEEDED to be owned property, and was ready to surrender completely. I was nervous and scared, but I pushed forward. And then I saw him… Master DP. He met my eyes and gave me a smirk. At that moment, we both knew this was real, and that our lives were about to change forever. There was no going back. I got on my knees in front of him, putting my head to the floor, holding my phone up to him to take, until he commanded me to stand up. I got off my knees, trying to not care about the people staring. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shown clearly by my bright red cheeks. He dismantled my phone as we walked and disposed of it in the garbage on our way out of the airport.

I followed him to his truck and we started driving. I was shaking visibly. Master chuckled, and reached over and touched my leg.

“It’s ok, boy. You did the hard part. You showed up. I have it from here. Relax. You’re property and I take care of my property.”

He handed me a flask, telling me to take as much as I needed. Then he handed me the contract and told me to read it. He pulled off the main Highway road and headed into a secluded wooded area. After a while, he stopped at a spot he seemed familiar with. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it felt very secluded, no one around us for miles.

He led me to the front of his truck so we could be in the light. Then I noticed he had a firearm strapped to his waist. My brain flip flopping, going from thinking he was going to point that at my head and end me- to thinking he had it in case anything or anyone came upon us in the woods. He traced where my eyes were focused and grinned… tapping his sidearm. 

“Get on your knees, faggot.” 

I dropped down to my knees in front of a fire pit, eyes looking down to the ground, counting the circle of rocks. He set up a video camera and handed me the contract and instructed me to read it out loud to the camera.

I read every word, pausing to look up at the camera after every paragraph. And at certain points the Master had stopped me and asked if I truly understood what something meant. And then asked me to explain it in my own words. He made certain I understood every single part of it, as we discussed further. He made sure I could ask any questions that I had because this contract gave myself over to him to be his slave property for the rest of my life. No limits, No safeword, consensual non-consent. I would no longer be a person, I would be his thing that he could literally do whatever he wished with. He could sell me, he could break me as he wished. Hell, he could have pulled out his gun and ordered me to put it in my mouth and I would have had no rights other than to do as he ordered. 

When I got to the end of the contract, reading the last words, I looked into the camera, and said that I consent and agree to these terms, and then I signed. He turned the camera off and then walked over to me to take the contract. He checked the signatures, then he walked to his truck and put the contract somewhere safe. And then started a fire in the pit. I knelt, watching, taking it all in. I was now property. The thing I have thought about for as long as I can remember has finally happened. 

“I own you now, faggot. There is absolutely no going back. Remove everything from your pockets and place them in front of you.”

I did as he ordered, pulling out my wallet and earbuds, placing them in front of me. He grabbed the wallet, pulled out the money and identification, and tossed the rest into the fire. I couldn’t help but let my mouth drop. This was really, really, really happening. I am disappearing into slavery. I no longer existed as a human. Master had complete ownership of me.

“Take off those clothes, faggot. You don’t own anything anymore.”

Again, I complied, stripping down completely naked, a pile of clothes in front of me. He grabbed the clothing, checking the pockets before throwing them into the fire. 

“I need to piss, and you’re going to be my urinal. Then you’ll be a good faggot and suck off your Master. It’s been a long trip picking you up”

I started to sweat from the heat of the fire, watching as everything I owned burned in front of me. I didn’t have a phone. I had no ID. No Birth Certificate. No Social Security Card. Master held all of those. My head spun as he fucked my throat, watching the fire burn from the corner of my eye, taking it as a symbol of its old life being destroyed to nothingness. I was across the country in a place that I have never been, a place where I knew NO ONE. No one knew I was coming here. No one knew I was going to disappear, or where I was ending up. It suddenly got very, very real. 

After the Master played with me for a bit, slapping me around, playing with my tits, cock, balls and ass, he pulled out a duffle bag. He opened it up behind my back, keeping it out of my view. He slid a blindfold over my eyes to further prevent me from seeing anything. He whispered in my ear that we were about to go on a very very long drive to my new home. Master teased me about me never going to know where in the world I really was going to be ending up. That the next time I would see something would be in my new cage, locked in the dungeon. 

He locked metal around both my ankles and wrists and neck. I felt a cold wetness on my ass as he worked fingered into my hole, lubing me up before working a larger plug than I am used to, into my ass. I squealed and tried to fight it, but he squeezed my balls, and told me I needed a lot of training. He held my balls pulling them, while pushing the plug deeper inside of me until it went all the way in. I humped the air, squealing like the piggy I was until the pain of my ass subsided. My tight hole getting used to the big plug.

Then he locked my cock in a cage, a tube sliding down my pisshole. He put clamps on my nips, plugs in my ears, a gag in my mouth, and a hood over my head, and then led me to the back seat of his truck. He laid me down, cuffing my hands and feet so I couldn’t moved. Attached a chain to my nipple clamps that he could pull on as we drove. He covered me with a blanket, told me to get comfy, and we continued on down the highway. Every now and then he tugged on the chain, making sure I was still okay by hearing my moans and growls. My life would never ever be the same, and I couldn’t have been happier.

I had no concept of time or space, no idea what direction or how long we had been travelling. We could have been in another country, and I would have had no idea. The next thing I saw was the dungeon I would be living in. I blinked as my eyes adjusted from the blindfold removal. I looked around, saw a cage, and an assortment of torture devices.

“Welcome home, piggy. Let’s process and inspect you.”

My hands were bound to the ceiling now, still gagged, legs attached to posts on the ground forcing my legs to be spread. SIR started to shave me from the top of my head, my eye brows, beard, neck, chest, back, ass… this faggots entire body was shaved down to smoothness. The eyebrows?! My mind screamed. How could he take my eyebrows. I felt embarrassed at how I must look. 

Master DP started to inspect my body, from head to toe, poking, prodding and judging. He commented out loud, humiliating and degrading his piggy until he got down to its toes.

“Crawl to your cage, piggy. Get some rest. When you awake, we will start your training. We will break you, pig.”

I crawled, his words playing over and over in my mind. He locked me into my cage, turned off the lights, and left upstairs. I found peace in this. I should be scared, but I couldn’t help but feel at home. Faggot was meant for this. I slept. And when I awoke, I entered hell… and loved every excruciating moment of it as Master DP broke me down mentally and physically, piece by piece.  

Transitioning can be scary and fraught with a lot of concerns and worries, especially if you go stealth like I did after my facial feminization surgery or FFS. Now when I say stealth, I mean as much as possible. For me, I spent two semesters at the local community college while I started hormones and had electrolysis and laser hair removal. I started in the fall and by the time the spring semester had ended, my beard was pretty much gone, I was sporting pieced ears and had to wear a sweatshirt or hoodie to hide my budding breasts. I was pushing some serious B cup, almost C’s by that time and it was pretty hard to keep them a secret. That and wearing a hoodie on an 80-degree spring day sucked. During the summer between my 2nd semester and returning in the fall for my 3rd semester, I had FFS and returned for the 3rd semester as Kelly. I returned to college rocking a set of tits to die for while packing my ass into my size 6 skintight Levi’s jeans – SURPRISE!! Needless to say, my classmates knew what happened but were pretty cool with it for the most part. That and some of the new classes that I was taking, people who hadn’t had me in class before were kind of clueless to the whole transition thing and that suited me just fine.

Now, also that fall, I found a 3rd shift job at a warehouse. Part of my duties were inventory control, quality control and driving a forklift as needed. When I was hired, I was hired as Kelly, not the person that I used to be. It was a busy place with lots of temporary help, but I got it with the understanding that this would eventually lead to a technical job in the front office. I was constantly checking to make sure that my seven-inch cock was tucked tightly in my panties and tight jeans but I did wear some tight fitting shirts and low cut tops because I was damn proud of the boobies that I was sporting. This did lead to my first taste of catcalls and occasionally getting my ass grabbed but hey, this is what I had wanted my whole life, so I rolled with it.

Most of this “harassment” happened when I worked with the forklift guys, and I was told by my trans friends to expect this so I wasn’t overly shocked when this happened. One of the guys who seemed to enjoy teasing me the most was a cute guy named Billy. Teasing aside, he was a really nice guy, kind of cute, and was always ready to help me out if I needed a battery changed or had trouble finding something in this giant warehouse. He smelled of weed once and a while and I jokingly called him out on that several times. His reply was always to offer to smoke some with me on next break, but I politely turned him down. I smoked enough of that in high school, I sure as hell didn’t want to get high and hop on a forklift! With that said, I thought nothing more of our banter and, truthfully, never had a hook up with another guy while at work though there were quite a few I fantasized about over the years.

In late early November of that year, something changed between us. It started after last break when I was leaving the breakroom with some of the other warehouse girls. Billy motioned me aside and said, “You know Kelly, I have a niece who goes to the same community college as you and I think you might not be who you claim to be. We should maybe talk about this sometime after work.” When he said that, my heart sank! I was outed or at least I thought I was. All sorts of thoughts raced through my head! Would I be fired if they found out? No, because I had legally changed my name and gender, so I wasn’t lying on my application. Would I be made fun of? Would my chance of promotion and being permanently hired be down the drain? A thousand thoughts swirled through my head as I went back out into the warehouse. After a while, Billy drove up in his forklift, saw that I was freaked out and said, “Hey Kelly, not to worry, I just want to talk to you, that’s all.” And he drove off. 

The next day, after lunch, Billy stopped me in one of the warehouse aisles and said, “Hey, after work, can you meet me by my car so we can talk? I’m parked way in the back, in the left-hand corner.” I really had no choice in the matter, so I told him, sure, not a problem. After work, I hopped into my car and cruised to the back part of the giant lot and saw Billy waving me down. I parked my car and hopped into the passenger seat. Billy started out by saying, “Hey, my niece told me about a cute guy that was in one of her classes and how he left for the summer and came back as a cute girl. Said she now went by the name of Kelly and was pretty smart and a nice person. She has shoulder length hair with highlights and looked really sexy in her tight jeans. She said that she had gotten a job at a warehouse and was driving a forklift there. Does that sound like anyone you know Kelly?” I gulped and said, “Umm… Maybe.” “Ok, that’s cool, so it IS you?” With my heart pounding in my chest, I said, “Yes, that’s me Billy.” “Wow, when she said that you returned a cute girl, she wasn’t kidding! I never thought you were a guy until my niece told me that story!” “So are you going to tell everyone in the warehouse that I used to be a guy Billy?” “Ahh, hell no Kelly, that’s not the kind of person I am!” Billy replied. “I was just wondering if we could get together sometime, just you and me, and you can tell me how this girl stuff all happened, that’s all.”

Ahh… Now it finally dawned on me what he wanted! Part of me was damn mad and the other part of me knew I was screwed, maybe literally AND figuratively! He was blackmailing me into sex to keep his mouth shut or he might tell the whole warehouse who I used to be! What the hell was I going to do? I liked this job and the people I worked with. The possibility of full time employment making some serious IT cash was just around the corner or so my boss told me. Damn! Do I give that all up or… agree to “Get together” with Billy? That and it’s not like I wasn’t sexually active; I’ve hooked up with a few of my trans friends, even met a chick who liked tranny cock and had some awesome tranny on tranny sex. One of my trans friends had a boyfriend and we did a crazy threesome one weekend that left me sore for days. That and I just had texted the first guy I ever had sex with before I transitioned and he was interested in hooking up with me again but this? Yes, part of it was the whole work thing and fooling around with people you work with. I had done that with several woman in the past and I was lucky that it didn’t turn into a big soap opera. I had seen that happen with several men and women that I worked with, and it wasn’t pretty. But a BIG part of it was being sexually blackmailed!

I was trapped, and Billy knew it. I had no choice but to say yes. “Sure Billy, why not? When did you want to get together?” “Kelly, how about next Monday night? We aren’t working, you could meet me here at the parking lot and follow me back to my place. “Sounds like a plan Billy.” I replied. Billy then put his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it. “Kelly, I know that you are looking for fulltime work here, so I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. Believe me when I say that.” “I believe you Billy,” as I patted his hand. I got out of his car and walked back to my car, again pissed at what just happened but again realizing that I had no way out of this mess. As I drove home, a little part of me started thinking, maybe it won’t be so bad, Billy does seem like a nice guy. I also felt a little excitement stirring in my panties, so I shoved my hand down my crotch and rubbed my cock a little. That seemed to just make things worse and on top of that I needed to stop for gas. I stopped at the gas station, filled up my tank and headed for the lady’s room. Once inside, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my semi hard tucked cock out from my silky panties, adjusted it so it just sat in my panties like any typical guy, zipped up my jeans, pulled my hoodie down to cover my crotch and walked back to my car. The whole rest of the car ride home, I kept rubbing my cock through my jeans and silky panties, thinking about what just happened and thinking about what MIGHT happen Monday night, somehow now strangely excited. I pulled into my garage just as I shot a giant load of cum into my panties and jeans, not caring about the mess I just made. I leaned back into my car seat, unzipped my jeans and stroked my still throbbing cock, scooping up some of my cum and rubbing it on my lips and tongue. “My God Kelly, what have you gotten yourself into!”

 

The rest of the week went by uneventful, and Billy must have been off because I didn’t see him again until our Saturday shift. I was in some obscure part of the warehouse doing inventory when Billy pulled up in his forklift. He parked it just so it blocked our view from the rest of the warehouse and hopped off. I was bending over, looking into the contents of some dusty boxes when he walked up and put his hand on my ass. I was startled at first but didn’t move as he slowly started rubbing ass. “Are we still on for Monday night Kelly girl?” I stood up and faced him, replying “Sure thing Billy!” His hand moved from ass and now to my crotch, rubbing me there. I grabbed his hand, held it to my crotch for a second or two, gave him a wink and told him how busy I was. He took the hint and hopped back on his forklift. I stood there, feeling myself getting hard and trying to get back to work. Next time I hit the ladies’ room, I untucked my cock to pee, and I was soaked with precum. “Damn Kelly, you are going to get yourself in trouble yet girl!” I thought.

Monday evening roles around and I am trying to talk myself out of doing this. I can just text Billy and claim that I’m not feeling well or some shit. But he might take that as me blowing him off and then what? The whole warehouse would know about the tranny working there. Screw it, I hop in the shower, soap myself up, paying special attention to my boobies and semihard cock, trim what little pubic hair I have left – I had the majority of that lasered off including my balls and yes, that smarts when a laser goes down there! I put on a matching silky royal blue bra and panty set, a new tight pair of Levi’s and a low-cut top. If you are going to succumb to sexual blackmail, you might as well look good while doing it I always say, ok, not really but whatever. I texted a friend of mine with some details of where I’m going and what time I should get home, hop in my car and head to work. Once In the parking lot, I spot Billy’s car, he hops out and waves for me to follow him. I wave back and start following him. Again, I am nervous big time because I’ve never been in a situation like this before. Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of an apartment complex. I parked my car, and Billy walks over and gently takes my hand. As we are walking to the front of the apartment, He asks me what I am wearing. “Jeans, a top and a winter coat,” I reply. “No Kelly, what are you wear underneath that?” I was a little taken back by that but the way the night was going, what the hell. “A silky royal blue bra and panty set Billy, why?” ”Silky panties?” Billy asked. “Yes, silky panties Billy, that’s the only kind I wear. Just then, he opens the door to the apartment complex for me and there’s an elderly neighbor lady just leaving. She and Billy make some small talk, she looks and me and then smiles at Billy. I’m pretty sure she knew what was going on, she probably knew what I was in for, but I am past the point of caring now.

We get to his apartment, he opens the door, takes my coat, hangs it in the closet and motions me to the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I grab a stool, and Joesph says the bar is open. “What can I get you Kelly girl? A glass of wine? Beer? Mixed drink?” I discount the mixed drink right off the bat, Billy’s a nice guy but why take a chance of waking up naked in a meat locker in Seattle? “A glass of white wine if you have that please?” “Sure, thing Kelly girl.” Billy pulls out a cold bottle of chardonnay from the refrigerator and pours me a BIG glass. “I’m going to have a beer with a vodka chaser, if you don’t mind Kelly girl. Do you want a vodka shooter too?” At this point, I figured why not. I’m probably not going anywhere other than the bedroom so what the hell. Down the hatch! “So why did you want to know what I was wearing underneath my jeans and shirt Billy?” “Just curious, that’s all.” “You want another shot Kelly?” “Sure, why not Billy.” We do another shot and then he walks from behind the breakfast bar and stands in front of me. He spreads my legs, leans down and cups my chin in his hand and kisses me, a deep, wet kiss, the kind that really excites me. After I catch my breath I said, “I guess you don’t want to know about this whole transition thing, do you?” “No Kelly girl I don’t.” He leans in and kisses me again, his hand slowly rubbing my girl cock between my legs.

 

As we keep kissing, I can feel my girl cock getting harder and harder which is really, REALLY uncomfortable when you have your girl cock tucked in your panties. At the same time, I am rubbing his crotch, feeling his dick getting harder and harder too. By this time, I could careless why we are doing this, this is happening and I am enjoying it! Finally, I am like, “Billy, we have to hold on a second here, I have to move something around before I burst!” He looked at me like what are you talking about? “Just give me a second.” As I stood up, kicked off my shoes, unzipped my jeans, kicked them off and pulled my throbbing cock from between my legs. Just like in the gas station, I let my semi hard girl cock free in my panties. As I did that, I pulled my top off and threw that on the floor too. I stood there in my royal blue bra and panty set, rubbing my cock through my silky panties, “See, I wasn’t lying Billy,” I said. With that, Billy reached out and started rubbing my titties, grabbing and twisting my hard nipples through my silky bra and kissing me gently on my lips and neck. The girly hormones that I was on made my breast and nipples way more sensitive than they had ever been before in my life, the more he twisted on my nipples, the hornier and harder I got. I was running one of my hands through his sexy brown hair, the other around his waist as I pulled him closer to me, rubbing my silky clad crotch against his. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. Once on the couch, he slid my bra up over my titties and started sucking and biting my rock-hard nipples, his hand rubbing my girl cock through my silky panties, driving me wild!

His slid hand in my panties, grabbing my rock hard cock and stroking it with his soft hand. He kissed his way down my stomach and slipped my cock into his mouth, sucking it like a man possessed as I ran my fingers through his gorgeous brown hair. I grabbed a handful of that hair and pulled his faced deeper onto my cock as he slipped my panties down until they caught under my balls. He started licking and kissing my balls, gently sliding his hand further down my panties and rubbing my tranny cunt. By this time, I had one leg on his shoulder, trying to slide further to the edge of the couch to give him easier access to my ass. Finally, he stopped sucking my cock long enough to start kissing me again. He was sucking my tongue and my lips while I was reaching in his pants and stroking his rock-hard cock. His shirt came off, then his pants and then it was my turn to pull his cock out of his boxers and stuff it in MY mouth. His cock was gorgeous, a little longer than mine, maybe about eight inches and dripping precum which I eagerly lick up. I slid off the couch and onto my knees, placing my hands on his thighs as I tried to deep throat him. I was getting closer, and I wasn’t giving up, constantly spitting on it to give it more lube. Billy was helping by grabbing my head by my ponytail and jamming my face deeper and deeper onto his cock. “Damn Kelly girl, you can really suck some cock, can’t you baby?” “Oh Billy, if you only knew baby, if you only knew.” I mumbled on the rare occasion he let me up for air.

Billy finally gave me a break from fucking my face and pulled me back up onto the couch. We started deep wet kissing again, this time Billy grabbing my titties and pulling on my hard nipples while I rubbed our cocks together. We stopped for a minute and looked at our cocks as I rubbed them together. His eight-inch tan cock stood out in contrast to my white seven inch girl cock but felt awesome as I kept frotting them together. Though my girl cock was shorter his was defiantly way thicker too, probably the reason why I had some difficulty deep throating him, but I was up for the challenge! He pushed me back on the couch and we started kissing again, our cocks rubbing against each other as I lifted my legs and spread them, being the little submissive whore that I am. Slowly he started nibbling on my ears and neck, constantly tugging and pulling on nipples, pushing me closer to shooting my girl cum. He worked his way down my chest and started sucking my cock again, pulling my panties off as he started working one of his fingers into my eager ass. I thought for a second about picking out my royal blue bra and panty set, only to have them thrown unceremoniously on the floor but I realized that it was the prize inside of that sexy panties and bra that mattered now. He moved from my cock to licking and sucking my balls, pushing my ass up higher as his tongue finally found that sweet spot on my ass. He rimmed me for what felt like forever, his tongue trying to push deeper and deeper into my asshole.

 

Billy slid me off the couch and onto my back on the floor, me lifting and spreading my legs in anticipation of what was to come next. He moved his waist to the side of my face as I took his cock back into my mouth, slobbering and spitting on it to lube it up as much as possible. He moved back in between my legs, grabbing them by the back of my knees and he pushed my ass higher into the air. “Kelly girl, you know you want this baby, you KNOW you want this!” “Yes Billy, YES baby, YES!”. He leaned down, spit on my asshole and slowly started shoving his big, beautiful cock in the tranny hole. “How does that feel baby?” “Oh God Billy, it hurts but keep going baby!” I moaned. “How is that now sweetie?” “Oh Billy, keep going baby, fuck me!” “There, you took it all baby!” And with that, Billy slowly started fucking my eager hole. It DID hurt at first but slowly the pain was replaced with the pleasure of his gorgeous cock sliding in at out of my tight hole with his balls slapping my ass. As he started to really fuck me, I felt myself loosen up, pushing back on his thrust, trying to take more and more of his cock deeper into my ass. Billy leaned down and started kissing me hard, turning me on even more IF that was possible. By now, I had wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded me harder and harder! I reached for my rock-hard cock, stroking it, wanting to cum. “That’s it baby, stroke that tranny cock! Stroke that tranny cock and cum like that little tranny whore that you are!” God, I had never had a cock that big in my ass before and I kept wanting more and more of it!!!

 

“Oh God, Billy, I’m cumming baby, I’m going to shoot my tranny cum baby!! “Cum for me Kelly girl, cum for me baby! Shoot that tranny cum all over those tranny titties baby!!! By now, I’m just about seeing stars as I shoot the biggest load of my life! All over my chest, on my throat and on my chin! I am shaking now as Billy keeps on pounding my ass, harder and harder. “I’m going to cum baby! I’m going to cum deep in your tranny ass Kelly girl!” “Oh God yes, Billy, cum in my ass baby, CUM IN MY ASS!” I felt Billy start to tense up, and then I felt his back arche around my legs, I pushed my ass deeper onto his big cock as I felt his load shoot deep into my ass! I felt spasm after spasm, load after load of cum filling my ass! “That’s it baby, keep filling my ass with your cum baby!” I repeatedly moaned. Billy kept his big cock in my ass until it started to get soft, and then I felt him pop out of my tranny hole. We laid there for about twenty minutes, Billy playing with my cum, rubbing it on my nipples and scooping some of it into my eager mouth. “God Kelly girl, that was a good fuck baby!” “Well Billy, my body thanks you and my tranny hole thanks you even more baby!”

 

We gently kissed and cuddled for a while on the floor, thinking how this guy had blackmailed me into sex. I asked him, “Billy, have you blackmailed other trannies into having sex with you?” “Nope Kelly girl, you are my first AND my first tranny sweetie but not my first cock.” “Well. I don’t know whether to feel honored or pissed,” I replied. “I don’t think you were feeling either of those as I fucked you, Kelly.” “You are such a bastard Billy!” I said and I gave his balls a good squeeze. We both laughed and I said, “Hey baby, I have to pee.” “Do what you gotta do Kelly girl!” As I stood up. I felt some of Billy’s cum leak out of my ass and down my thigh. I turned to him and showed him what had happened, and he laughed again. I then reached between my thighs, scooped up his cum with my fingers and stuck them into my mouth. “Damn Kelly girl, you sure are a tranny whore baby!” “I’ll take that as a compliment sweetie,” I replied with a wink. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked in the mirror and saw some of my dried cum on my chin and thought, “Kelly girl, I don’t know why you were so worried. After the fucking you’ve just had I could careless if Billy tells the whole world that I’m a tranny whore. That and the night is still young girlfriend!”

 

Just as I sat down to pee, Billy walks into the bathroom holding that big, beautiful dick of his and says, “Kelly girl, I have to pee too!” I didn’t quite understand what he meant by that until he took his cock and started rubbing it against my lips. Then it dawned on me… Up until this point in my life, I had never done anything like that before. I had heard about golden showers; I had seen a few porn flicks about it and I even thought about it a couple of times but I had never ACTUALLY done it. Then again, I had never been blackmailed into sex until tonight so why not give this a try too? I opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock into it a bit before I felt his stream of pee start to fill my mouth. “That’s it Kelly girl, take that pee in your mouth baby!” Billy moaned. My mouth quickly filled up and Billy paused for a bit, “Swallow that all down baby!” I LOVED the taste of cum including mine, but this was different. It wasn’t bad and I found myself starting to get hard again as I gulped down his pee. I opened my mouth wide to show Billy that I had swallowed his golden liquid, “That’s a good girl, now here’s some more baby.” He blasted some more into my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could. It started running down my chin and onto my titties where I found myself rubbing his golden liquid all over them. His pee then ran down my stomach and onto my semi hard cock. I was really getting turned on by this as he keep on peeing more and more. He flipped that gorgeous cock of his and squirted me in my face and in my hair. I keep rubbing his golden juice on my titties and stroking my pee soaked cock until it was rock hard again. “That’s it Kelly girl, stroke that tranny cock baby and keep drinking my pee sweetie!” Ever the good girl, I did as I was told and was disappointed when he ran out of pee. Just to be sure, I jammed his cock into my mouth and sucked every drop out of it.

 

“Did Kelly girl enjoy her golden shower?” Billy asked. “Oh my God Billy, I’d never done anything like that before and it was such a turn on baby!” “I can tell by that hard tranny cock of yours that you liked it!” I looked down and I was stroking my still wet cock without even realizing it. Billy leaned down and kissed my wet face and started stroking my cock as well. “Hey Billy, are you into receiving as well as giving?” I asked. That depends, do you have to pee?” “I was about pee when you rudely jammed your cock into my mouth and started to pee on ME baby!” “Ok, lets move into the shower then my tranny whore.” “Stop trying to flatter me sweetie!” I said as Billy grabbed my hand and led my still wet body into the shower. Billy got onto his knees and started sucking my still hard cock, then started licking and kissing my tranny balls and eventually started shoving two of his fingers in my tranny hole. Needless to say, I was getting extremely turned on by this. Every tranny’s dream is to have a guy on his knees, sucking their tranny cocks. This was not creating the right environment for piss play; this was turning into cum play and normally I’m fine with that but I really wanted to pee! I got Billy on the right track again and with a little concentration, I let a stream loose into his open mouth. He signaled for me to stop, motioned me to lean down and he kissed me with a mouthful of my own pee! I’ve cum kissed plenty of times but this was something, again, totally new and it supper turned me on! I straighten up and FINALLY really began to pee, blasting Billy in his face and hair, because, hey, turnabout is fairly play! I finally let out my last stream of pee and Billy got up, kissed me again with a mouthful of pee and we rubbed our wet bodies and cocks together. Again, I found myself frotting with Billy, looking at my white cock rub against his beautiful big tan cock.

 

As we continued to kiss, I whispered into his ear, “Billy, I have yet to get a giant load of your cum in my mouth baby.” “We’ll just have to do something about that, wont we?” he replied as he grabbed me by the hand and lead me into his bedroom. “Are you ready to have your face fucked sweetie?” “Oh Billy, you know it baby, especially if there’s a prize at the end of it!” Being the gentleman that he is, he put a pillow on the floor for me as I got on my knees. Just to be sure, I tightened up my ponytail so Billy would have a good handle to hold onto and went to town on that beautiful cock of his. As I did this, he went over to his dresser, pulled open a drawer and grabbed a camera from it and put it on the nightstand I started out slowly at first, kissing and licking his big shaft and licking the precum from his cock head, still tasting our pee from our piss play. Ever since I sucked my first cock back in my early thirties, this has ALWAYS been such on turn on for me and I don’t know why. Maybe it has to do with wanted to be a submissive woman since I was a teenager, maybe because this was something I always felt real women did but man, I loved it! With my hands on his thighs, I slowly started taking his cock into my mouth, taking more and more of it deeper into my throat. Billy was gently rocking his hips back and forth as I moved my hands to his sexy ass and pulled him as deep into my mouth as possible, gagging a bit but not giving up on trying to take it all. I kept at it, my spit dripping down my chin, onto my titties and onto my hard girly cock. By now, Billy had a tight hold of my ponytail, fucking my mouth without mercy, occasionally letting me grab a breath of air.

 

Billy pulled me off of his cock again, started slapping my face his rock-hard cock and then told me to open my mouth and then spit in it, quickly shoving my face back onto his cock. He did this several more times, spitting more and more into my mouth and onto my face, each time I asked for more. Billy had complete control of my head using my ponytail and I loved it! More of his spit and mine dripped from my mouth, onto my tits and my cock as he continued fucked my face. I started rubbing that spit all over my titties, twisting and tugging on my already sore nipples. My cock was covered with our spit now and I used that as a lube to keeping stroking my tranny cock, pulling on that harder and harder. I could feel Billy tensing up, his thighs starting to quiver as he pulled harder and harder on my ponytail, jamming me deeper and deeper onto his cock. “I’m cumming Kelly girl, I’m cumming baby!” Billy moaned loudly. Just as he said that he pulled his cock from my throat and ordered me to open my mouth. Since this was the prize that I eagerly was waiting for, I quickly complied. “That’s it my tranny whore, open your mouth baby, open your mouth! I’m cumming, Kelly girl!” Just as he said that thick globes of his tasty cum shot into my mouth! He kept stroking his cock and dumping load after load of cum in my mouth as I felt t his thighs shudder and his knees buckle. “Hold it Kelly girl, don’t swallow it.” As he grabbed for his camera. He turned the camera on, slid his cock along the side of my face as he took pictures of my cum filled mouth. “That’s it baby, show me that cum in your mouth. Swirl it around with your tongue baby, that’s it! Now swallow it baby, showing me that empty mouth baby!”

 

I proudly showed him my empty mouth as he took a few more pictures. “That’s it Kelly girl, now lean back and show me your titties baby. Now show me that tranny cock Kelly, show me that tranny cock!” Billy ordered. “That’s it Kelly girl, stroke that tranny cock, stoke it!” “Billy, Billy, I’m getting ready to cum to baby! Let me cum in your mouth Billy, please, PLEASE BABY!” I moaned. I didn’t know how he’d respond to my pleas, but he quickly pulled me up and he slid down on his knees this time. He took my cock in his mouth and started sucking on it, this time me grabbing his hair and pulling his face onto my dick. I was so close to cumming that it only took a couple of thrust into his mouth before I shot my load of girl cum. I didn’t even pull out of Billy’s mouth; I just blew my load as he was still sucking me. “Oh God Billy, OH GOD, that feels so GOOD!” I moaned loudly. Billy didn’t quite let me completely finish cumming as he pulled my tranny cock from his mouth and pulled me down onto the bedroom floor with him. He put his hand behind my neck and positioned his face about a foot over mine as he slowly drooled my cum from his mouth into mine, purposely dripping some onto my cheek and chin. He then leaned down, kissed me hard and passionately while rubbing my cock and milking the last of my cum out of it, as we swirled our cum covered tongues around in each other’s mouths.

 

After he cleaned that last of my cum off of my face, I repositioned myself on the floor with him, laying my head on his chest as we cuddled. I was gently tugging on his cock when he asked, “So Kelly girl, what do you think of blackmail sex?” “Well, after tonight, I hope you keep blackmailing me baby. This doesn’t mean you still aren’t an asshole for doing it though!” I replied as I gave his cock a good hard squeeze. “True,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean that you still aren’t a tranny whore either.” “True to that baby,” was my reply as he slapped me on my ass. We lay there for a little while longer, enjoying each other’s embrace, when Billy got up and left the room. I got up and laid on his bed, wondering how I ended up here but realized that that journey had started in grade school, when I first slipped on a pair of my sisters’ silky panties and got that boner. Billy came back into the bedroom, holding two empty glasses and handed me one saying, “Kelly baby, I have to pee again and this time I am washing your hair!” I groaned as I got off the bed but this time, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom and into the shower. I dutifully got down on my knees and placed the glass between my titties as instructed and Billy proceed to blast me in my mouth, face and hair with his golden juice. Whatever I couldn’t swallow, quickly filled the glass, all of this while I was sucking his bug beautiful tan cock again. Billy instructed me to put my pee filled glass on the sink and changed positioned with me. After Billy had filled me with three big glasses of wine earlier, I was ready to unleash a steam of pee on him and he was eagerly waiting for it. I blasted him in the face, and he was swallowing as much as he could, the rest going into his glass. His hair was soaked in my pee as I pulled it while he was sucking on my tranny cock.

 

When I finished, Billy stood up, took a sip of my pee from his glass and gave me a wet and wild pee kiss again. I grabbed my glass of his pee and did the same thing, tasting our pee in each other’s mouths and our bodies. We each poured pee onto our cocks and stroked them, both of us getting rock hard again. Billy ordered me to drink up the rest of my pee from his glass and I did it, swallowing my own pee was turning me on. I put the empty glass on the sink, and he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the shower. This startled me but as he barked at me, “Come on tranny whore, I am fucking you again bitch!” I understood what was needed from me and followed willingly. Instead of dragging me to the bedroom, Billy dragged me into the kitchen, pulled a barstool over and told me to bend over. Always ready to please, I did as I was told. Billy kneeled behind me and started spreading my ass checks, smacking me on the ass until I could feel the sting of his palm on both of them. He was licking my ass, pulling on my hard tranny cock and rimming me. I could feel his tongue poking into my hole, Billy mumbling, “I can taste my cum in your tranny ass Kelly girl!” He spread my ass cheeks further, opening my hole and dumping some of his pee from the glass into it and then licking me even more. He spit into my ass several times, stood up, and started rubbing his rock-hard cock between my ass cheeks and again my asshole, teasing me and driving me crazy in anticipation. He stopped for a second and I felt him pour the last of his pee onto my ass and over his cock and then without warning, he jammed it into my tranny hole. He then grabbed my pee soaked hair and pulled it hard, “Kelly, do you like getting pissed fucked baby?” “Oh God yes, Billy, YES! Piss fuck me harder Billy!” I groaned. I could feel his cock pounding inside of me, his balls slapping into my balls and the tip of my cock that was bent back on the vinyl of the barstool. I reached behind me and grabbed for his thighs, trying to pull him futher into me, groaning, “Jesus, yes Billy, YES! Fuck me deeper baby, fuck me deeper!!” Billy was pulling my hair even harder now, riding me like a filly in a rodeo, slamming into my ass. I reached over and pulled the other barstool, hoping to support my body from these repeated blows to by ass. My rock-hard nipples came into contact with e cool vinyl and the more Billy fucked me, the more they rubbed on the vinyl, finally sending me over the top and shooting my load of girl cum all over the vinyl of the other barstool!!

 

Billy continued to crash into my ass as I shot load after load of my girl cum. Even as I continued to cum, I was trying to pull Billy deeper into my ass, my twitching cock sliding around in my own cum. Billy started to thrust even faster and the I felt him shot his load deep into my ass. He pulled out of me completely and then rammed his cumming cock back into my ass, again feeling his cum shooting even deeper into me. Finally, he let go of my hair and slumped over the top of me on the barstools, mumbling, “Oh my God Kelly, oh my God!” “I’m right there with you baby!!” Billy stood up, his still semi hard cock sliding out of my ass. I still was to shell shocked to stand up so I grabbed Billy hand and guided his crotch over to my face and stuck his still pulsating cock into my mouth, gently sucking on it and he shot a final round of his sperm into my mouth. Finally, I slowly stood up, Billy reaching over and hugging me in the kitchen. As we embraced, Billy reached behind me and grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back and slowly, gently, deeply kissing me. I could feel our semi hard cum covered cocks rubbing against each other and I lingered in his strong arms as we slowly continued to kiss. “Kelly girl lets go to bed baby,” and he grabbed me by my hand as we walked to the bedroom. Halfway down the hall, I stopped and said, “Oops baby, I’m leaking again,” and I reached down one of my thighs, scooped up Billy’s cum with my fingers and stuck them in my mouth. “Jesus Kelly,” Billy said as he looked at me with a smile. “What, can I help it if I don’t want any of this to go to waste baby?” “Get over here my tranny whore and let’s go to bed…”

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing and Billys arms wrapped tightly around me. I fumbled for my phone as I realized that I could feel Billy’s morning wood rubbing against my tender ass. “Hmm… that feels good.” I thought as I looked at my phone and saw that it was Susan calling. Billy stirred awake as I answered my phone, “Hey Susan, what’s up?” I asked. “Listen Kelly, you were supposed to texted me last night and let me know if you were ok when you got home!” she said. “Umm… Susan, I never made it home.” At this point, Billy kissed me on the back of my neck and got up, that beautiful piss hardon of his bouncing around as he left the bedroom. “Are you ok, Kelly? You’re not in the hospital, are you?” “No Susan, I’m not in the hospital, I’m fine. A little sore in a few areas but I think I’m fine.” Just then Billy came back in the bedroom with two glasses of juice and that big beautiful hard on of his. As he was standing there, I pulled the covers down and showed him my tranny piss hardon, “See, I have one too baby.” I said to him. “Have one too what Kelly?” Susan said over the phone. Billy smiled and handed me a glass of juice and then crawled back in bed with me, grabbing my piss hardon and gently stroking it. “Oh, nothing Susan. And yes, I’m fine, things went a little better than I thought last night, and I never made it home.” “What do you mean Kelly?” Susan asked. “Susan, I ended up spending the night with him!” “Kelly, you little tranny whore you!” “Jeez Susan, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately! I replied. “Heard what Kelly?” “Hey, Susan, I’m going to put you on speaker phone and say what you just called me again,” I asked. “Kelly, I said that you’ve been acting like a tranny whore lately.” Susan said. “Hi Susan, this is Billy and you’re right, Kelly HAS been acting like a tranny whore, especially all of last night!” “Oh, shut up Billy!” I replied as I threw a pillow at him. “Who is this?” Susan asked. “Susan, this is Billy. Kelly and I got together last night, and she wasn’t ACTING like a tranny whore, she WAS a tranny whore last night!” “Sounds like her!” Susan said. “Hey Susan, I thought we were friends? Is that how you talk about friends Susan?”  Jeez, I have one threesome with you and your boyfriend and now I’m labeled for life!” “Kelly, you know it’s true girlfriend!” “Susan, I have to go,” I replied. “Billy has a hard on, er, I mean a hard pressing issue I need to take care of so I’ll call you later tonight. Bye Susan.” “Take care of Billy’s hard on Kelly!” “Bye Susan!” and I hung up.

“A threesome Kelly?” Billy asked. “Yup, Billy a threesome baby.” “Ya know, this sexual blackmail might take longer than I thought Kelly.” “I figured you say that after you heard that.” I replied. “Hey baby, I have to pee again sweetie.” So do I Kelly girl, race you to the shower?” “You’re on baby!”               

My wedding day with Susan was just a few months away, so I thought it would be a good time to see my primary care doctor for a physical. I felt fine, but I usually get a checkup every 12-18 months just to keep on top of things. 

My doctor, Dr. Jeff Hall, was my dad’s college roommate and best friend. They were also golfing buddies. Like my dad, he was early 40s, very masculine, had a gorgeous wife and was the father of two sons and a daughter around my age. Dr. Hall was my dad’s doctor so it was only natural that he became mine too. I had been his patient since my sophomore year in high school so I’d seen him many times prior to this visit. He had an excellent reputation in the community. 

I arrived on time for my 9:00 a.m. appointment, weighed in and answered the usual questions from his nurse assistant. After she left, it was another 10 minutes before Dr. Hall came into the exam room. As usual, he was his cheerful, friendly self.

 “Hi Mark. How are you? Doug (that’s my dad’s name) told me you and Susan are tying the knot in a few months. Congratulations. That’s great!!” 

I nodded. “Yes, it’s coming pretty fast. I hope I know what I’m getting into. It’s a big lifestyle change. I love her to death, but…. well you know.” 

“You sound a little unsure there Mark. What’s the problem? Are you having second thoughts? 

“Oh no, not really. It’s just that there are a lot of things going on in my life right now. Finishing college, career options, the wedding plans, where to live…and, uh, well other things.” 

After a pause, he said, “How’s the physical attraction between you and Susan? I’m assuming you two have been making sure you are compatible in the sexual area. Or is that one of the “other things” you’re concerned about?” 

What the Hell? I’ve been seeing this guy for six years and now he decides to ask out of the blue if I’m fucking my fiancé. I never saw that coming. 

“No, no that’s definitely not a problem. She’s great. Since we are at different schools, I only see her on weekends. I can’t wait to be with her. We have a lot of the same sexual interests. Sex with her and lots of it…that’s not a problem.” 

“Well then, I think you realize most people get cold feet when a big decision comes up. Especially marriage. You’ll work it out I’m sure. Let’s get on with the physical exam and get you out of here. I’m really booked up today.” 

“Doctor (I never called him Jeff or Dr. Hall out of respect for seniors), I need to tell you something. But you can never tell anyone – especially my father. I know you guys are best friends, but you have to promise me that you’ll never repeat this to him, my mom, Susan, or anyone else. Especially my father. He would kill me.”

 “Well if it’s a medical issue, I couldn’t legally tell anyone without your permission. In any case whatever a patient tells me stays with me or goes into your private medical records. Just know that if it’s not a medical issue I probably can’t help much. Fair enough?” 

“Sure. I understand. Oh man, how do I put this? Over the past month or so, I’ve had sex with three people. People other than Susan I mean. I’ve been cheating on my future wife Doctor. Yes, I know that’s wrong. Worse yet, all three were men. One of them twice in the same day. Before the first time, the thought of having sex with a man never crossed my mind. Not once. Just the idea of being with a man was repugnant to me. The first guy was more of a teenager than a man and it really wasn’t my idea. He seduced me to be totally honest. But that experience with him made me want to try it more. I liked it that much. The next two were older men both about your age and my dad’s age. The sex with those two men and that boy were better than any sex I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong…sex with Susan is great. But all I think about is my next time with a man – or a legal teen boy. There’s a lot more to the story that I won’t go into, but that’s the basics of the mess I’ve got myself into. I am sorry to put this on you. I know you’re not a therapist. But I needed to tell someone who might be able to give me some advice.” 

As I’m telling Dr. Hall all this, I realize my cock got hard just remembering those three blowjobs and fuck sessions. I’m hoping he doesn’t see the tent in my pants, or worse that I’ll still be hard when he starts his exam. I know for sure there is going to be some precum no matter what. 

“Well Mark, I really can’t give you any advice on that. It’s certainly not a medical issue. I do think you should see a therapist, or maybe a family planner, a few times before you get married. He or she can give you a lot better guidance than I can. I can assure you that you aren’t the first guy to have similar concerns. It’s common for many men to want to experience sex with another man before they get married. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I had the same thoughts when I was your age. Trust me, you’ll figure it out. I did. By the way, you are using protection when having sex with these men, right?” 

My silence spoke for me. 

“Mark, c’mon, you should know better. Start using protection, especially for Susan’s benefit. 

Okay, you know the procedure here. Get your pants off sonny. Slip out of your shorts, and bend over the exam table over there. I’ll be right with you.” 

Suddenly, I realized another man was going to be putting his finger in my ass. Instead of being apprehensive like every other time I’d had my prostate examined, I was turned on. A lot! My cock was straight out and hard as a rock. I had no idea how I was going to hide it from him, except to stand forward away from the table and hope he didn’t see how turned on I was. As I leaned forward, I heard the sound of latex gloves going over his hands. Not one hand. Both hands. Both of the gloves snapping at his wrists. I glanced back to see him putting KY jelly on them to get them lubricated — nice, wet, and slippery. 

As he moved towards me, I looked straight ahead anticipating the coldness of his hand touching me. But he must have warmed the jelly first, because warmth was what I felt when his finger touched the entrance to my asshole. He slowly and gently slid his finger further into me as far as it would go. He reached to find the innermost part of my cunt and pressed his other hand against my ass gripping the roundness of my butt. I thought I was going to cum all over the table. It was then he stuck a second finger into me. I literally had to squeeze my cock to keep the cum inside. I was pretty sure he’d never stuck more than one finger up my ass during any prior exam. But damn, I liked it and I didn’t care. He could try three if he wanted to for all I cared. He swirled both fingers around to get a good feel of my ass. 

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his hand and fingers out of my ass. I thought he might be afraid I was going to cum. I started to rise up from the edge of the table assuming he was done with the exam. He wasn’t. Instead, he roughly pushed me back down on the table with his free hand pressing hard against my back. In a strict, fatherly voice he said, “Stop moving son, I’m not done yet.” 

Okay, I wondered what’s left to do. All prior exams had been over at this point. My cock was leaking so badly that I was too afraid to look back to see what else was coming. 

Then I heard the familiar sound of latex snapping against skin. Then more KY jelly being dispensed. Did Doctor feel like he needed to check for something else with clean gloves? Did he sense a problem that he needed to re-check? Whatever. I didn’t care at this point. I just wanted to get the exam done so I could go jack off the biggest cum load I’d had in months.  

Then I felt both of his hands spreading my ass cheeks a second time. Spreading my cheeks very wide. Sexually wide to be honest. The kind of wide I felt when Cliff and Steve had fucked my ass before. He was roughly pulling and moving my legs farther apart to be steady for this second exam. 

“Move your legs apart, boy!” I obeyed.

I felt his finger at the entrance of my asshole once again. No, his fucking finger couldn’t be THAT fat. It wasn’t a finger for sure. I knew that much. My doctor’s cock was pressing tight against the entrance to my asshole. Waiting for permission to go in. My doctor is trying to fuck me. His 22-year-old patient. This can’t be. I turned around to make sure. To look into his eyes to see what he was thinking. He had removed his white lab coat and everything under it. Shirt, tie, belt, pants, underwear. All were tossed on the floor in a pile without any order. Just a hurried mess.  Now, all he had on were his socks. 

Goddamn he looked so hot. Fit, tanned, hardly a hint of hair on his smooth olive-skinned body, except for a full head of black hair with gray streaks along the sides. I could only see the remaining part of his cock that wasn’t already up against the entrance to my ass. The visible part I could see of his cock and balls was enough to tell me that his dick was long and fat. His ass and legs were as sexy as I’ve ever seen on a forty-year-old man. Or even most twenty-year-old men. Strong and muscular. Could I take all of this huge daddy cock, or even most of it without having my asshole destroyed? I spread my legs and ass cheeks even more to give him full access to my boy cunt. 

As I looked into his eyes, he pushed me back down to the table and shoved his cock into my ass with one hard thrust. All the way in. No gentle easing in. Just a hard fucking push. I grunted and he moaned at the same time. Or vice versa. I can’t remember which because we both did a lot of each one for the next ten minutes. He started a rhythmic pumping in and out of my ass while reaching around to fondle my dick and balls. 

“Doctor Hall, we shouldn’t be doing this. Your nurse is going to catch us.” 

“Don’t worry. I already locked the door when I put on my gloves. I’ve wanted to fuck your tight little pussy since you were 16 years old you little slut. Every time you’ve been here for an exam, I’ve wanted to fuck you. I jacked off every time after seeing you here. I’m not stopping now having you this close after what you just told me about those other guys. I knew you were a slut and I want my part of your butt. Just enjoy my cock in your ass because I am.” 

Then, he moved down to kiss me while he filled my ass with his daddy cock. 

I lost my load when he did that. Just like the first time I kissed Brian the teenage boy from my summer job. I’m not sure why kissing a man (or boy) does that to me, but it does. I could suck cock and kiss men all day. Maybe I am a slut. 

Doctor Hall kept pumping his condom-covered cock into my ass and I could tell he loved every stroke of it. 

At this point, he stopped calling me by my name. Instead, everything was now “Son.” 

Son, I love fucking you.
Son, your ass is so tight.
Son, thanks for making your daddy feel so good.
Son, I love you. 

All while he was plunging his tongue into my mouth and his dick in my ass. 

I didn’t mind him calling me son, because I had my own daddy issues. First, with Susan’s father Cliff, and then my fuck at Steve’s home after sucking his cock at the adult theater. Both of them were my father’s age and I loved the dad/son taboo of it. Actually, Dr. Hall calling me son only added to my own pleasure. I wanted to call him Dad, but I didn’t want to freak him out until he asked me to call him that. 

I had already shot my load on the floor. I could tell he was close. With his condom on, he pumped into my ass and grunted one final time. He had filled the condom with daddy cum. And all of it was in my ass. 

He pulled out, stepped back, and pulled the condom from his still throbbing cock. He started to wipe clean his wet, sticky cock and balls. 

“Uh-uh Doctor. That’s for me to clean.” 

I went over to him, kissed him full on the mouth, then got down on my knees to clean his cock. Even soft, it was six inches or more with a perfectly cut head. With my hands wrapped around his hot daddy ass, I ran my mouth and tongue up and down and around his balls and cock to get him hard again. It didn’t take long. With the condom gone, he filled my mouth and pushed all the way to the back of my throat. He was now 8 or 9 inches deep with his hands firmly holding my head. I couldn’t remove his cock from my throat even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. 

When I knew he was close to cumming, I put my middle finger in his ass. His cum exploded into my mouth. God, I loved the taste of him and his cum. I swallowed all I could. I didn’t know if I’d ever get another chance, so I flipped him around, pushed him up against the wall, and licked between his ass cheeks. I loved it and I could tell by his moans that he did too. After rimming his ass for a few minutes, I got up and kissed him one more time. He wiped his cum from my face after we finished our kiss. 

By now, he had been paged by his nurse several times. So, we both got dressed and prepared to unlock the door. 

“Thanks Mark. Every time I’ve seen your body, even before you were in high school, I’ve wanted to fuck you. I have the same bisexual feelings you do. Even though I’m happily married, being with other men or even legal-age boys is something I’ve always desired. Being best friends with your dad and not knowing what you liked kept me from approaching you. When you told me of your recent experiences with other men, I knew I had to have you. Especially, when you said two of them were older men like me. I’m sure things will work out fine for you and Susan just like they have for me and my wife. But I hope you’ll let me have your ass from time to time.” 

“Dr. Hall, since I realized I liked men and what they had to offer, I know it’s going to be hard to stop. Especially with someone as hot as you. Would it be okay if I called you Jeff when we’re together? Sounds kinda strange to keep calling you Dr. Hall when we’re making love like this. 

“Yeah, Mark, I agree. You can call me Jeff or Dad, whatever you like. Just hearing you call my name as we made love was perfect. I’ll admit the dad/son taboo has been a big turn on for me ever since I was young. I always wanted to fuck my own father even as a young boy.” 

That reminded me. 

“Speaking of fathers Jeff, you can never tell my Dad about what we did or what we might do again. He’s as straight as an arrow and he would literally write me out of his will if he found out I was a “queer or a homo” – as he always calls them. I know you guys are best friends and golfing buddies, but you have to promise me you’ll never mention that we even discussed the topic. Let alone what we just did.” 

“Mark, things in life aren’t always like we think they are. You know my son Anthony, right? Football star, Track star. Baseball, basketball. Top Jock. Top 10 honors student. Girls all love him, right? And he gets his share of girls for sure. 

He’s going to start Med School next fall, right? Your father has been fucking my son Anthony in my home and other places for the past four years.” 

“BULLSHIT Jeff!” My dad is the most conservative, straight, manly man I know. If Anthony is telling you that my dad ever touched him in any way, he’s a liar plain and simple. I don’t believe you Jeff. Why would you tell me that? Just because I’m half queer doesn’t mean my dad is. Fucking your son? Your son is 25 years younger than my dad for Chrissakes!” 

“Mark, I have them together on videotape fucking in my own home. In my bed. Together. More than once. I can show you the tapes if you want to see them. As far as the 25 year age difference…you mean like you and me? I’ve been complaining to your dad for 4 years that he’s fucking my son regularly and I haven’t even had a taste of his son. He made me promise to never touch you because he knew YOU were straight. I kept that promise until today. But only after you told me you liked gay sex.” 

Now as I promised you, I’m not telling your dad, your mom, Susan, or anyone else about what we did today. I never will. That’s up to you if you ever want to. But, god, I do want this to continue between the two of us. I’ve been in love with your body from the first time I met you six years ago. I can’t have sex with my own son, but I need a dad/son relationship with a young guy like you…if you want that, too.” 

“To be completely open and honest with you Mark, there is one more thing I need to tell you. Your dad and I have been fucking each other since we were roommates in college. His was the first cock I ever sucked. And I was the first guy he ever fucked. Yes, he is a man’s man, but don’t let him fool you. He likes cock just as much as he likes pussy. Maybe more. You don’t think we go golfing every weekend together and do nothing else, do you? He and I are lovers because we have the same passions, the same desires, and, yes, the same taboos. We like young guys like you. I’d leave my wife before I ever quit seeing your dad.” 

In a daze, I walked out of the exam room down the corridor to the elevator and then out to my car. I just sat there in my car in silence. Stunned. It was one thing to try to figure out my feelings about gay sex. It was quite another to think about my own father with another man like Jeff and another boy younger than me like Anthony. How could I be 22 years old and not know my father was gay, or bisexual, or whatever he was? Instead of looking at my dad as some powerful corporate manager chasing skirts around the office, now I had to envision him on his knees sucking the cocks of other men, teenage boys, crossdressers, sissy cock, fucking them and being fucked by them. When I see him at home, how can I compute all that? Looking at my dad and trying to imagine him with a cock in his mouth or in his ass. How could that be?  But, Jeff wasn’t lying. If he offered to show me videos of my Dad and Anthony fucking each other, it had to be true. 

While having Jeff’s cock in my ass and my tongue in his ass that day should have been all I was thinking about, my thoughts were elsewhere. How could I approach my dad about this without telling him how I found out and who told me? “Hey Dad, Dr. Jeff fucked me today and I thought maybe we could talk about a few things…” Nope, that won’t work. 

Seeing my dad for the rest of my life and never talking about it wasn’t going to work either. I would be meeting my parents for dinner at their home in a few hours and I had no idea how this was going to work out. 

On the way there I had a raging hard on. I knew why. I realized after Brian, Cliff, Steve, and now Dr. Jeff, that no matter what happened going forward with Susan, I would always want cock. The next one and the next one. 

And I knew the one I wanted next was my own father’s cock…

To begin with, at 45, I just got divorced out of a horrible marriage, which left me depressed.  I was ashamed to see anyone and decided to move to a different city.  I decided to move to a small town where none knew me.  I found a small studio apartment, which I could afford until I found a job. After spending a week settling into my new place, I decided to take a walk and found a bar where I went in to have a couple of drinks.  I was at a time where I felt depressed and alone.

The bar was somewhat crowded, but I found  a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. I lost time of how long I was in there before a fellow asked if anyone was siting in the stool next to me. I said no and it sat down … he said I wasn’t sure if you were waiting for anyone.  I turned to answer him and realized he was much older than myself and said no.  He started to have a conversation with me, telling me his name was Stan and I replied my name was Bill. and I think back now realizing that I had opened up to him about everything I had been going through, and now I had to find a job before all my money ran out.. He was easy to talk to and before I knew it, he started telling me about himself, he was not married and that he owned a company that provided all types of services. He said he had been interviewing for  a new hire and after our conversation, he said I would be a good choice for his company if I were interested. He told me he handled companies that hired his company to provide private meetings etc, I took what he meant to b company meetings for private discussions, so I sid I would appreciate working for him.

I started my job, looking possible places for private meetings and also met with clients and got all their necessary requirements.  I really was happy finding this job and the money was not great but allowed me to afford my apartment.  I had been working for about a month, when Stan called me, he worked from his home, never in the office, so when he asked me to come to his apartment, I didn’t think anything of if.

After inviting me in, he told me that he was letting me go, he decided that he needed someone who would be able to deal with clients on a one to one or group basis.  I said why can’t I be that one, not really knowing what he meant until he explained.  His clients not only needed a private quarters for meetings, they also want to have some special activities, which included sexual activities.  These activities included being serviced by men for whatever they wanted.  I got up and left without even saying anything.  About a week later, after realizing that now I had no paycheck and didn’t know what to do, I called him. At first, He did not want to talk, but finally said, unless you are willing, please don’t bother me anymore.  I said I would, so he told me t come to his place at 1 pm, which I did.

After getting there, Stan was in a robe, he was a different person the way he talked to me.  He asked me if I had ever been with men, which I hadn’t, that is when he said you would be required to be able suck and be fucked or anything else they wanted, are you willing to do this.  I could feel my face getting red, but said yes.  At that, he told me to strip, once naked, He told me to crawl to him. He then opened his robe and I saw his cock which was  larger than I could imagine, he then told me to suck him. As I put his cock in my mouth, he warned me not to touch it with my teeth, then he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it to the back of my throat.  I gaged, but that didn’t stop him from going in and out telling to run my tongue around the head and lick his pee hole.  As he was fucking my mouth he called me all sorts of names from cocksucker to faggot.  Before I knew it, he began to cum shooting load after load to cum down my throat.  The taste of his cum was getting me sick, but finally he finished and I was allowed to stand.  He said that we had to work on getting me ready for my first client, so he went in the bedroom and came out with a dildo, which had to be 8 inched.  He told me to get dressed and he wanted to put it up my ass each day and leave it there for one hour each day, then he told me to leave and call him the next day.

(to be Cont.)

Chapter 2 – Consummating the Marriage 

“Let me find them.” one of my groomsmen whispered from two places behind me. He had noticed me checking my watch.

“There’s still some time,” I reassured myself.

Leigh appeared in the archway of the church. His 6’2″ stature cast a long shadow across the mosaic floor. He strode from the nave towards us at the altar. His hand raised to signal the pianist. Leigh stopped as soon as he reached his spot right behind me, right where the best man should be. It was on my fiancé’s request that I let Leigh be my best man. I felt the wind as he adjusted his tie. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything” he whispered from behind me. It wasn’t very reassuring as I felt his hard cock behind me when he leaned forward. I hope the front rows can’t see him. They don’t know he’s been fucking my fiancé.

I gazed ahead distracted. Music began playing. It was a soft melody from our favourite film. I looked up and saw Hector walking towards me. 

“He looked good in that suit,” I thought. Time flew by as we exchanged our vows, kissed, took photos and made our way to the reception.

…

I felt vulnerable. Leigh was particularly affectionate with Hector at our reception. On a few occasions, Leigh would step up behind Hector and grab his waist with both hands. He’d lean over and rest his chin on Hector’s shoulder, then joke and laugh with our friends and family. They had become accustomed to his behaviour and assumed it was how he was. He’d throw a smile at me every now and then to let me know it was deliberate. I hated to admit this aroused me each time. In spite of my jealousy, or perhaps because of it, Leigh’s charm was catching. He had become a good friend too after all.

Sensing my anxiety, Hector would touch my arm or look at me in a way that said “I love you.”

It was time for Leigh’s speech. I was anxious. I worried he would reveal our secret or call me a cuck in front of our friends. To my surprise, he was very respectful. I suspect he revelled in my distress. 

Partway through the evening, I glimpsed Leigh whispering with Hector. They ignored the rest of their conversation, and trod hand-in-hand to the smoker’s exit. I wanted to follow, but my departure would call attention to their absence. 

The conversation I was in seemed to go on for decades. I finally excused myself and headed over to the smoker’s area. I stepped out of the light of the hall into the dark night. There was a breeze and a calming stillness about the open sky. Little white fairy lights adorned the shrubbery. I heard a murmur. I followed the faint sounds around the back of a tree and stopped face-to-face with Leigh. He looked at me and smiled before closing his eyes in exaggerated pleasure. My eyes traced down his arm. His hand clutched a tuft of dark hair. He was holding my new husband’s head. Leigh’s pants lay on the ground, and his cock filled Hector’s mouth. 

“Hector, your husband is here,” Leigh shared with a grin.

Hector didn’t stop. He let out a short “mhmm” and continued to savour every inch. 

Leigh smirked as he looked me in my eyes again. The same familiar smirk was saying it all. I stood there paused in disbelief. I wanted to say something, but Hector’s enjoyment was enough for me. I felt helpless watching my new husband sucking my best man’s cock. I looked around to make sure no one could see. In truth, I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want our friends and family to know about this.

“Hey, Orson. You might want to head back in there, Leigh’s eyes moved in the direction of the light. “They might come looking if they see you both missing.”

He was right. If I didn’t entertain our friends and family, they might come looking for us and who knows what they would discover. I left the two of them and rejoined the reception.

Moments later, Leigh and Hector emerged. I felt Leigh’s large hand gripped my bicep. He pushed Hector and I together and mouthed the word “kiss.” I planted my lips onto Hector’s. As we kissed, I could taste the semen still on my husband’s mouth. Leigh knew this would turn me on and I sensed it aroused him too.

Throughout the night, the three of us drank and laughed and danced with our friends.

…

It was the end of the evening. After all the best wishes and farewells, we hopped in the taxi to our hotel. It wasn’t your usual taxi, but an imported London cab. The leather trim felt luxurious after a day on our feet. The city lights bounced in magical colours along its polished black surfaces. 

I couldn’t wait to be back at the hotel. Hector and I held hands all the way there. We didn’t say much. We’d learnt to communicate without speaking years ago. The only words he said were “I hope that was okay?” to which I nodded. I was looking forward to the two of us together, but it felt like something was missing.

After collecting our keys we headed up the elevator to our room. We were on the 30th floor overlooking the harbour. We tapped the key and swung open the door. It was a nice suite with a bedroom, a living area, and a swing-around balcony. 

As we rounded the corner to the bedroom, I noticed an unusual set-up. A bottle of champagne rested in a bucket of ice on the side table, with three champagne flutes. The card read, “Congratulations.” In the same room, there was a large king bed and a single with crisp sheets. A large box and a petite box of French chocolates lay at the foot of their respective bed. The room was lit by two dim bedside lamps, and the city flickered in the distance. 

Without warning, there was a knock on the door. There was no time to question Hector. I assumed it was management coming to check on our room. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked Leigh in shock.

He stood there still in his best-man suit, tie loosened, but looking put-together. 

“I’m going to consummate your marriage before you can,” he answered.

His answer dumbfounded me. This must be some kind of sick joke. He pushed past me and walked into the room. 

“I see the hotel followed my instructions,” he smirked. “Your bed is over there, cuck. I’ll be sleeping with your husband tonight.”

I looked up at Hector pleading for some clarity.

“Babe, I kinda told him you fantasised about being cucked on our wedding,” Hector was sheepish. “I can send him away if you like?”

I couldn’t find any words. On one hand, I was caught off guard. On the other hand, Hector was right. I watched a lot of cuck weddings on XxxHub, and enjoyed listening when he and Leigh would sleep together. He kissed me before I could open my mouth. 

“He’s bigger than you down there, and that way, we’re both satisfied tonight,” Hector knew this would win me over.

I turned around as Hector and Leigh were undressing. Before I had a chance to walk out, Leigh stopped me.

“You’ll get your turn after I’m done”, he said in a deep voice, which I found both annoying and comforting. 

I sat on the single bed and got undressed. Leigh lubed up his cock. He was 10 inches but very thick around. Leigh’s member was more than double my cock in length and width. His pubes were short. Big balls rested in a snug sack under the base of his shaft. I was 5 inches, an inch smaller than Hector down there. Hector fixed himself on all fours on the king bed. Leigh knelt behind him and angled his cock down by pushing with his hand on the base. He pressed in until the back of his hand was touching my husband’s soft buttcheeks. Hector moaned louder with every inch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his upper body collapsed onto the bed. With his back arched and his buttocks pointed upwards, he held his cock and balls in his right hand. This stopped them from bouncing when Leigh thrust. Leigh started slow and began picking up pace. Before I knew it he was pumping away. Each thrust made a heavy slap. 

I had become accustomed to hearing his powerful movements from the other room. Seeing my husband take such a large cock awakened my inner voyeur. I began touching myself. I could feel my heart pumping as I stroked away. Hector was getting loud. I hope the next room can’t hear us. What would they think? Thoughts came flooding through my head.

Leigh flipped Hector onto his back. This was a clue that Leigh was close. He thrust hard into Hector a few last times and let out a long gasp. He was shooting into my husband’s hole… on our wedding night! From his twitching, I could tell it was a big one. 

This startled Hector. Without touching himself, his cock squirted dollop after dollop of cum all over his stomach. I was close too. I wanted to consummate our marriage, but it was far too late now to stop. Fuck. I couldn’t hold it in any longer either. I started cumming into my hand, my whole body convulsing from the intensity.

Hector, Leigh and I collapsed on our respective beds. Hector asked me if I wanted to finish inside him, but I knew I couldn’t blow a second time. I went over to the king-sized bed and dozed off cuddling him. I wish I could say I forgot Leigh was there, but I woke up to the bed shaking and Leigh pumping another load into Hector. 

“I love you too,” I whispered back. They didn’t hear me.

The next morning I woke up next to my husband. I could hear the running water in the ensuite. Leigh must be showering. I rolled over and saw Hector was awake. He kissed me good morning and mounted me. I started thrusting and I could feel Leigh’s semen coating my cock inside Hector’s loose hole. Hector moaned, but it sounded different from when Leigh fucked him. It was more reserved. More quiet. I came inside him adding my load. How many was it now? 

He said, “I love you, husband,” and I said it back. 

As I ambled towards the shower, Leigh exited the bathroom drying his hair with a towel. His thick erect cock swung from side to side as he walked. 

“Thank you for making my husband feel good,” I muttered out of Hector’s earshot. 

“My absolute pleasure,” Leigh smiled with his tongue firmly in his cheek. 

Leigh pulled me into a big embrace. He held onto me tightly for a good minute before releasing and sauntering towards the bed where my husband lay. 

“I’m heading back for thirds,” he said without turning around. 

I held my head down.

 “Well, what are you waiting for?” Leigh growled.

I scrambled behind him. He didn’t need to invite me twice.

I can feel the coolness of the concrete floor underneath me. I know this because I am naked. Bare, as the day I wailed with my first breath into this world. My dangling balls are reacting to the coolness of the frigid concrete floor and the room; they are rolling amidst my many curly haired pubes. I can feel it. Why am I naked? Where am I? I do not want to get a hard-on, especially in a time such as this. My eyes are open, but I am blindfolded. I cannot see, although there are dark shapes moving about near me. I have already tried to talk but all I got was a muffled sound from my mouth. I am gagged. I am not alone. I can hear others in this place, in this room, where I am, but I do not know exactly how many of us there are. I hear four or five voices, six, maybe more, but I am not sure. I am not sure if they are men or if they are women. I just do not know.

I want to scream. Yell. Rip the blindfold from eyes but my hands are bound behind my back. By handcuffs or by ties, I cannot distinguish which they are. The only thing I can say too is that my feet are not bound. Thank goodness. I attempt to stand. But that is halted by a response from my captor.

“Sit the fuck back down, boy. You fuckin’ attempt to stand and I am gonna knock you the fuckin’ floor. Do you hear me, boy? Sit the fuck back on the concrete! Park that pretty little round ass of yours back down!”

I sat back down. I did not expect to hear such a gruff sounding voice. There is something else in the room with us. I hear a low hum despite it being barely audible. But I can hear it.

I do not know how long I have been here. I awoke suddenly against the wall. I panicked but calmed down. Time seems to stand still. I can feel a hard-on growing between my legs. They are so unruly and have a mind of their own despite the situation I find myself in.

I hear footsteps coming up towards me. My captor.

“A boy has a hard-on.” The familiar voice says. The angry man. My imprisoner. Suddenly I feel a hand grip my cock. And pull and tug on it with such fierceness, my cock gets harder in his fingers. “It is a nice one. Long and thick.” The unfamiliar man squeezes my cock harder within his agile fingers. “Stand up, boy. Stand the fuck up! Do it now! Do as I say, boy!”

I struggle to get into an upright position as to his demands. But I finally do, his fingers never leave my cock. He keeps squeezing, as more blood pumps into my erection. A warm wet mouth engulfs my erection. I know it is him. I sigh, despite the gag in my mouth. His mouth feels good. Warm. Hot. Wet. The room suddenly goes eerily quiet. The others, whoever they are, are rapt with attention as my moans, and groans, are the only sound that can be heard. I can feel his nose as it is burrowing deep within my bushy pubes. Each time the air exits his nose I can feel it as it sweeps through my hairiness. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat as he rams his mouth forcefully onto my cock. He is face-fucking his own face with my cock. I am not fighting him, why would I? Despite me not knowing who this man is. I can feel the cum building up within my balls. He sucks harder. And harder. Bringing all the pressure into my raging erection. I shake as the ecstasy floods through me as my jets of cum explodes into his mouth. He does not let up as he milks me dry of my man-juice. I can barely stand as I am raked with an incredible body-shaking orgasm. He finally releases himself from my cock. I can hear him wipe his mouth and gulp down my heaping load. He does not appear to waste any of it. Of me. I feel a warm damp sensation on my toes. Has he spurted his load onto me? Is he as naked as the prisoners he holds in this room?

“Good boy! Good boy! Angel boy has given me his load!” The unknown man tells the room. I am not embarrassed as he took it from me, but I did not fight him. I do not think I could. Does this man know that my name is Gabriel. But everyone calls me Gabe. Does he know me? Is that why he called me Angel boy?

Once he has finished, he walks away but not before he barks and tells me to sit back down, which I do. There is a shuffling in the room I am wondering if the other men in the room are being graced with a similar raging hard-on. Why does he not go to them? Does he only like me?

I am twenty-four. A wispy blonde haired and muscled young man. I stand a little over six feet tall at six-foot and an inch in height. My body is blanketed with similar hair to my head. I wish I were much hairier; I am just not so sure you could see it if I were to have it. My friends call me Adonis, mockingly, not as a good thing but as a form of masculine jealousy. They figure I am getting the pussy that they are not. But I do not care about women, in that sort of way, I am often wondering about how their cocks would taste in my mouth. I long to feel their cocks in my mouth and in my deep hairy hole. But none of my friends know of my hidden desires for them. I hope. I can still hear that hum in the background. What is it?

“Stand up, boys, all of you, now!” That voice again. I can feel my cock hardening as he gruffly talks.

“Angel boy is getting a hard-on, again.” The man says. “Good thing, he is gonna need it. Y’all are.”

I can hear the rustling in the room as everyone stands. I guess we are all men, as he said ‘boys.’ So, there are no women, I would not want any women to be among us as that would just be so wrong.

I feel a rough calloused hand grab my shoulder. And move me to a new spot. And then lift my arms over my head. Unlock my handcuffs, that’s what they are now, I know, and then relock them as my hands are now over my head. Soon, I can feel someone behind me as I can tell there is someone in front of me, too. We are arranged like a human train with our hands cuffed to some type of metal bar above our heads. My cock is still hard, throbbing, as is the guy behind me. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my round butt-cheeks. And there is a wetness on my ass. He is leaking pre-cum. I am sure I am, too.

“Boys, you are going to fuck the man, I mean, the boy in front of each of you. And you are going to enjoy it. I am sure.” The unknown man says. Once he has finished, I can hear some ruffling among these men strung up like we are ready for a human sacrifice. I am sure not all of them are gay and are not interested in fucking another man’s hairy hole with their cock. “If you do not do it boys, I am going to shock you with my electrified cattle prod. Get to fucking that sweet little hole in front of you. Do it NOW!”

It is quiet for a moment. I am not sure how well my not lubed cock is going to slide into the fella’s tight hole in front of me. I have never not fucked a man without some lube. But I will do my best. I begin gently rubbing my cock against the crack of the ass of the man in front of me. I had been leaking for a while since my captor sucked me to fruition, so my juices were in abundance. Getting a hard-on was something I got regularly.

I hear a start in the line as the guy behind me is jolted with the electric cattle prod. His cock does not enter me, but I can feel the roundness of his cockhead and the fluff of his pubes. He is hard but I do not reckon he is up to fucking my hole without some rough prompting. I go into the man’s hole again, in front of me, but so far, I have been unable to breach his posterior.

“Angel boy has the right idea; he is ready to fuck. I like that. I really do.” The man shouts to everyone. “But he needs some help. Doncha boy?”

I can feel the stickiness of the lube as he applies it and then strokes me with his strong hand. I can also sense him apply some lube to the ass in front of me and him poking the man’s hole with his finger. The squishy sounds are easily heard as are the moans of the man directly in front of me do not seem to object to my captor’s fingers.

“Do it again, Angel boy, poke that hard cock of yours back into Rodríguez’s ass. Do it, boy! And do it rough! Do it now! Fuck’em Angel!”

I do not need any prompting. I can feel my cockhead breach his hole. He is tight. So damn fucking tight. I can feel the softness of the hair at the entrance to this man’s hole. The tightest hole I have ever had my cock in. I can imagine my eight inches sliding amongst the man’s dark Portuguese hairs. I like fucking Hispanic men, if he is indeed what he is, as his name implies. But honestly, I like fucking any men. Nationality does not matter to me just the tightness of their ass.

I sigh into my gag as I pump my hips while plunging my hardened eight inches into the man’s hole. I wish I could scream in glee as this man’s hole feels so fucking good.

“Get to fucking boys! Get those cocks a-busy! I want to see you putting all into the ass in front of you!” Our jailer, I do not know what else to call him. I can feel a cock going further and further into my hole. It is thicker and longer than mine own. Fuck! He feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, Bennet, plunge that dark piece of man-meat into Angel boy’s hole! That’s it! That’s it! Fuck him like I know you can!”

My suspicions were that it was a man of color whose cock was deep in my hole. I like men of color and their cocks. They are all men. And their cocks reveal their masculinity very well.

You can hear the rumblings of each of us as we fuck the man in front of us and our loud moans as our ass’ are fucked by the men at our rear. It is an overwhelming and pleasurable sensation. I have never been fucked as I plunged my cock into a man’s dark hairy hole.

“C’mon, Angel and the boys…Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Says our captor in some form of rhythmic tone as we do as we are ordered. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

We FUCK. And are FUCKED. Simultaneously. It feels glorious.

I can see him, our imprisoner, in my mind’s eye, as he strokes his cock in time with our fucking/fucked situation. This excites me. Despite the situation I am excited. This feels so marvelous, I wish I could see all these men in this room. I can smell the delicious aroma of man-to-man sex in this enclosed room. It is a glorious scent to be wafting into my waiting nose.

“CUM! CUM! CUM!” Our captor yells and demands. “Let that cum empty from your balls!”

I can feel the cum welling up in my balls. His words, like a command for me to unleash my pent-up load. I do. I buck. And pivot as I the cum erupts from me into the hole of the man in front of me. I also feel a warm gush of seed as the man with his cock in my hole dumps his potency into my hole. I am overtaken by ecstasy, as I sigh and moan under the gag in my mouth. The men around me, do the same.

This is a work of pure fabricated fantasy.

“Good, boy. Get over my knee,” he said, patting the bed covers that lay across his lap. I did as I was told, clambering across and waiting nervously for him to begin. My bottom quivered as he held the cool brush against my right cheek.

“Ten strokes, which you will count and thank me for. If you miscount, we will start again so pay attention. Are you ready?” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, although not sure how it would feel.

WHACK! He brought he brush down hard in the centre of my right cheek, causing me to squirm and moan.

“One, thank you Sir,” I managed.

“Quicker next time,” he said before bringing the hairbrush down hard again.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” I replied.

Part One

The City Guild University was founded in 1908 and had been providing higher education for boys 18-23 ever since. One of the few private universities in the UK, located in central London, it only admitted some of the most intelligent young men in the country. It was different to other institutions in many ways, from the style of delivery of teaching through to the structure and discipline it provided. It’s appeal, less so for the boys and more so for parents and guardians, was the firmness it provided.

The university was single sex, with a view that young women would prove an unnecessary distraction when seeking academic attainment. The boys were accommodated within the university for the entirety of their degree and were given special privileges according to their year of study, academic performance and behaviour. 

First and second year boys were placed in twin bedrooms, with four bedrooms making up each hall. They would be allocated their room at the start of the first year, and providing there were no issues, would remain sharing the same room until their third year. In their third year they were given a private room, in a block of six, to allow them to focus on their final exams.

It was a view shared by the founders, and passed down the generations of Chancellor’s that uniform would be mandatory through university life. The uniform would be standardised for all three years of study, and would mark each boy as equal amongst their peers. The uniform, not too dissimilar to one worn at Grammar Schools, would consist of the following: a black jumper, a long-sleeved white shirt, a blue and silver striped tie, black trousers, white briefs, black shoes and socks. The uniform would remain the same all-year round, with the boys given the option of removing the jumper in the third term if the weather was too hot.

The stipulation of what underwear a boy was permitted was frequently a topic of discussion, with some feeling it was childish. The view of the University senior leaders was that men wore boxer shorts, and these boys would not be considered men until after graduation. Therefore, white briefs would be the most appropriate for their time of study. Unsurprisingly, the stance of the university when it came to discipline set it apart from many others. It had a long-standing tradition that boys whose academic performance is below par or who’s general behaviour is poor, would be disciplined in the same manner. This meant corporal punishment, which was always applied to a boy’s bare bottom. As they were eighteen, they were legally adults and therefore would consent to following the rules of the university.

The discipline was firm but fair, with discipline often beginning with the hand before moving onto more effective implements like the slipper, tawse and cane. There were two levels of cane, the junior and senior, and the use of which would be determined by the boy’s year of study and offence. Boys in the first year were given the junior cane, unless the offence was determined serious enough for the senior cane. Boys in their second and third year received the senior cane regardless of nature of offence.

It was fair to say most boys hated this method of discipline, although over the years there were patterns of behaviours from lads that suggested they rather enjoyed the thrill of it. There were also rumours, never proven and naturally denied by the university, that boys would sometimes thank their spanker for the discipline received. The suggestion was that following the slippering or caning, a boy would kneel and orally pleasure the Master who spanked him.

In a university with boys aged 18-23, it seemed highly likely that there was a level of homosexuality that went on. The boys were together almost twenty-four-seven and naturally would develop affection for one another. Sex wasn’t banned at the school, but was strictly to be kept private, and if any boy was to be caught in any compromising position, they would likely feel the cane on their bare arse.

Places at the university were highly sought after, particularly amongst the upper classes as it demanded wealth to accept higher than average fees. A year’s study would typically cost in the region of £60k, with this figure including tuition, accommodation and all meals. This figure had grown with inflation and was one of the highest even amongst the private institutions. 

I was very academically bright, but with almost no common sense which had been my undoing throughout my teenage years. I had lost both my parents in a freak boating accident when I was very young and had been placed in the care of my grandparents. They were kind but stern and had little time for my teenage nonsense. They were wealthy, and my grandfather’s connections were enough to see me interviewed at the university to study there. To my surprise I passed the interview and entrance exam and have arrived at the university to start my first term.

Edward Harwood, room 443. 

I found my name and room number on the noticeboard at the grand old entrance to the university building. The university was tucked away in the Buckinghamshire countryside, close enough to the capital to attract the students it wanted without the buzz of the big city being a distraction. It was a mix of old and modern buildings, with some of the highest-level technology in existence.

I was sharing a room with a guy named Scott Williams, who was already unpacking when I arrived. He was stocky, with thick arms and legs, and I wasn’t surprised to learn he was a rugby player. He shook my hand firmly, leaving my hand a little red afterwards, and pointed out my bed in front of me. He had taken the bed nearest the window, and the desk that overlooked the university grounds. First-come, first-served, I thought begrudgingly as I began to unpack too.

Our uniforms were already hung in the wardrobe, and we had a small section for casual clothes which would be permitted at the weekend. I put away a few of my belongings before laying on the bed for a few minutes. It was Sunday evening, and we had an introductory meal with all other students before teaching started on Monday morning.

The university only offered eight courses, and they were all the traditional subjects one would think of. History, Classics, Literature and Music made up the humanity subjects, with Law, Maths, Chemistry and Physics for those more scientifically persuaded. I was studying Literature and was surprised to learn that Scott was learning Law. He explained that his father and grandfather were both barristers, so he was given very little option but to follow in their footsteps.

The university, very unlike any other institution, didn’t publish details of students who studied there, or alumni. They felt that the reputation of the university was strong enough that it’s students and graduates preferred a level of discretion. On CVs, if such thing was required as most people got jobs on their name alone, graduates would simply write CGU, and employers would know exactly what they meant.

Dinner was fine, and it was nice to chat to some of the other students who all had far more glamorous and exciting families than mine. I just listened, nodded along and would occasionally comment otherwise staying silent. Scott sat further down the table than me, but I could still make out his deep and manly voice as he told another tale from the rugby pitch. I was grateful to make it to bed that evening and was asleep within seconds.

We shared a shower block of four, with two separate bathrooms at either end of the corridor. We would be expected to shower together, and any hopes for a level of privacy within the hall were quickly dismissed. But it was still a surprise to wake up on Monday morning to see a fully naked Scott walk through the door and past the end of my bed. His thick muscly legs and firm arse the last thing I saw as I clambered out of bed myself.

Aware of the rules around punctuality, I had a quick shower and left plenty of time to arrive at my first lecture. The lectures were small with just nine of us studying Literature in our first year, so there was little chance of sitting at the back and not paying attention. They were taught in two-hour blocks with typically a lecture and seminar per day, leaving four hours for reading and personal study. You were expected to read two books a week and write an essay on one or two each fortnight so the study time should be used wisely. 

The first day passed without any real issue, and I returned to my room at just before six PM to find it empty. I changed into my more casual clothes, before settling down on the bed and reading three more chapters before dinner. I ate dinner on my own, returning to the room to a distinct smell of sweaty kit. Noticing a pile of rugby kit that had not been there before, I assumed Scott had returned from training and gone to shower. Foolishly, I moved off the bed and over to wear his kit lay. I lifted his shorts up and surprisingly myself I gave them a good sniff. I found the smell of sweat arousing, and my cock stiffen in my briefs as I did. Hearing noises outside, I quickly dropped them down and jumped back on my bed.

Scott looked at me strangely on his return, towel around his waist this time, but didn’t say anything. I asked him how his day was, and we chatted normally for a few minutes before he disappeared to get food. I went for a wander round the campus that evening, exploring some of the facilities and learning where everything was. There was a state-of-the-art gym with the latest equipment, and a fifty-metre indoor pool. Returning to the room I found Scott asleep already, so ignored the urge to do anything risky and went to bed myself. 

The next few days passed quite quickly, and I found myself in the flow of the university life until we reached the weekend. On Saturday I had a day in the library to get ahead on my studies, returning to the room about 6pm. Scott was dressed in his casual clothes, and said he was going down for dinner and then to chill with some rugby mates. I said I’d be down shortly, noticing another pile of kit in the corner. They had a match today against another university, so I guessed it was kit from that.

Putting my bag down on the floor, I walked across and knelt on the floor near his kit. I saw a pair of briefs, mud-splattered, and lifted them up. Opening them out, my eyes went for the crotch, and I lifted them up. Taking a long, hard, inhale, I let the material sit just beneath my nose.

“Well, you really are a dirty pant-sniffer aren’t you,” said Scott, who had returned at the doorway. I felt my body freeze in panic, taking a second or two to drop his briefs and turn. “I came back because I left my phone. Good job I did really. What were you going to sniff next?” he asked, closing the door.

“N-n-nothing,” I stammered, and attempting to stand back up. With four determined strides he was stood over me, and with a firm push I was back on my knees in front of him. 

“This isn’t the first time you’ve sniffed my dirty pants, is it, boy?” he asked, looking down at me.

“No,” I said quietly, after a pause.

“Speak up,” he snapped.

“No,” I said more loudly this time.

“Does it turn you on, smelling a real man’s underwear?” he continued, taking my face and pushing it against his thigh.

“Ye-yeah,” I replied, truthfully.

“Show me,”

“What?”

“Take down your fucking pants and show me,” he replied, loudly, releasing his grip of my face.

Awkwardly, I fumbled with my belt and jeans but managed to slip them down to my knees. I could see my cock already tenting in my underwear, but I knew from a raised eyebrow from Scott they would have to come down too. I managed it and was kneeling in my room, my jeans and briefs around my knees and my stiff cock on display. Without warning, he unfastened his own jeans, sliding them down and revealing a pair of black CK boxers.

“Take a deep sniff of these,” he said, taking my head and holding it against his crotch, so my face was just inches away from his cock. His bulge was significantly bigger than mine, and although I hadn’t caught a proper look, I could guess his cock was much larger too. I did as I was told, inhaling his scent as I did, and my little dick responding positively.

“Like the smell, boy?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, weakly.

“Good boy. Stand up,” he instructed, and I awkwardly clambered to my feet. I went to pull up my underwear only to have my hand slapped away. Taking me by the ear, he led me across the room to the wall near to his bed. He pushed me up against the wall, so I was standing upright with my back against it. He lent down and moved my pants and jeans down to my ankles.

“Are these your books?” he said, pointing to a pile stacked on my bedside table.

“Yes,” I replied.

“When I ask you a question you reply ‘Yes, Sir,’. So, let’s try again. Are these your books?” he said, moving across to them.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, feeling my face flush with shame.

“Stick your arms out, palms facing up,” he said, and I did as I was told. He placed the books on my hands and instantly I could feel the weight dragging my arms down. He then bent over, picked up a pair of his socks and balled them in his hand. “Open wide,” he said, and as I did, he pushed the socks inside. Taking his worn underpants, he placed them carefully over my head, so that the crotch was in front of my mouth and nose.

“I’m going for dinner. Don’t move an inch and we’ll continue our little chat when I’m back. Remember, I’m always watching,” he added, before chuckling to himself and leaving the room.

Well, I knew at that moment things were going to change between us. How could I be so naïve and stupid as to do this in my first couple of weeks. Keep your dirty habits and obsessions to yourself, I thought ruefully, as my arms began to ache with the weight of the books. The time passed so slowly, but finally after what felt like hours, I sensed the door open again.

“Achy?” he asked, removing the books from my arms and putting them on the floor.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, through a mouthful of sock.

“Not surprised with those weedy little arms. Need to get you down the gym, boy,” he replied, giving them a squeeze. “But at least you got a good sniff,” he added, removing the pants from on top of my head. “Open,” he added, removing the socks and tossing them to one side.

He moved across to his bed, and sat on the edge, telling me to kneel between his legs. Knowing all the power lay in his hands, I did as I was told.

“So, I’ve been thinking, and it seems quite an advantage to share a room with a dirty pant sniffer like you. I was used to having someone to clean up after me at home, and now I’m here I have you. From now on, you will keep this room clean and tidy, and you will do all my washing and cleaning. I expected all my clothes to be clean, ironed and put away. You will treat me like a King in this room, and in return you will get to sniff my pants. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, pathetically.

“Good boy. But I have high standards, and if you don’t meet them then you will be punished. No slipper or cane in here, but I have a very handy wooden hairbrush that will turn your pathetic arse black and blue. If you’re a very naughty boy, then you will feel my belt too. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I repeated.

“Good, feels like we are getting somewhere. One of the boys has sneaked some beers in so we’re going for a few in his room. My dirty laundry is in the corner, so you can get on with that and give my shoes a good polish. I expect them to be shinier than the moon when I get back,” he continued, before reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table. “If they’re not, you will feel this,” he said, taking a thick wooden hairbrush out and tapping it menacingly against his palm. “Understood?” he said, and I nodded. With that he stood up, placing the brush away and heading for the bedroom door.  

“Oh, and from now on when you’re in this room, you will be naked. See no reason why a dirty little pant sniffer like you deserves any clothes. See you later!” he said, from the doorway, before closing the door behind him.

Resigned to my fate, I quickly got to work in standing on his laundry. Gathering all his dirty clothes together, separating his colours and whites, I took them down to the laundry room on the ground floor. Like any laundrette you would visit, they are split into washing machines and tumble dryers. Loading his clothes into two separate machines and set them off. The washing machines were quick, and within an hour all the clothes were clean. Splitting them between hang-dry and tumble-dry, I was piling his kit into a dryer when a voice caught me unawares.

“Didn’t know you played rugby?” said Alan, a lad who was also in my class.

“Oh, I don’t. They’re my roommates,” I replied, instantly thinking I should have lied.

“You’re doing his washing?” asked Alan, smirking slightly.

“Yeah. He was out and I said I didn’t mind. Nice to be helpful,” I said, realising how strange I must have sounded.

“Is he paying you?”

“No not paying,” I reply.

“That’s a bit weird, mate,” said Alan, giving me a strange look before taking his clean clothes and leaving.

When the tumble-dryer had finished, I gathered up the clothes and took them back to the room. I stripped off my clothes and began to sort his laundry whilst completely naked. It felt kind of free to me naked in the room, and I forgot about it in a few minutes as I focussed on the task in hand. When I’d sorted his clothes, I took out his shoes and grabbed my polish.

I spent a good thirty minutes polishing each pair of his shoes, and by the time I had finished they were gleaming. I gave mine a quick onceover too and then spent the rest of my time tidying. I left his shoes next to his bed, so he could see my work, before I ironed several of his shirts that were dry and hung them neatly in his wardrobe. Just as I finished up, I heard the door open and him return.

“Here he is, the pant sniffer,” he said, sounding a little pissed, closing the door with a. bang behind him.

“I’ve done everything you asked, Sir,” I said, like I was trying to impress him.

“Good boy. What the fuck are these doing here,” he said, walking round and seeing his shoes by his bed.

“Just thought I’d show you, Sir,” I said.

“Put them away,” he said, waving his hand dismissively at me. A little annoyed he wasn’t impressed, I put them away.

He stripped down to his boxers, before climbing into bed and turning his light off. I was about to do the same when I felt something land on my duvet. I reached down and felt his boxers in my hand.

“Goodnight sniffer,” he said with a laugh, before turning and facing away from me.

“Night, Sir,” I said, taking the boxers and laying them on the pillow next to me. A few seconds passed before I pulled them into my face and inhaled deeply, flooded with the scent of a real man.

I woke before him the following day and could hear him snoring softly. His pants were pressed against my cheek as I woke, and I tossed them off almost annoyed. Today was going to be different, and yesterday was a one off, I thought positively as I clambered out of bed to make myself a coffee. Dressing in a pair of pyjamas, I headed into the kitchen and boiled the kettle. Despite my show of defiance, I still made him a coffee with one sugar and returned to our room with both mugs. Placing mine on the side, I walked as quietly as I could round to his bed and placed the mug down on the side. He opened his eyes as I approached, and a funny look formed across his face.

“Why aren’t you naked?” he said, still half asleep.

“I had to go to the kitchen for the coffee,” I explained.

“What was my rule and don’t forget your manners,” he said, sitting up slightly in the bed.

“I must be naked in the room, Sir,” I said.

“What happens if you break the rules?” he asked.

“I get the hairbrush, Sir,” I replied, and he nodded.

“Take your clothes and off and get the brush. Then you can beg me to tan your little arse,” he said, sitting up properly in the bed, placing the pillows behind his head.

Any moment of defiance that I had felt a short time ago had evaporated, and almost no hesitation I slipped my clothes off and took the hairbrush from his drawer.“Please Sir, can you spank me with the brush for breaking the rules,” I said, holding the brush out in front of me.

“Good, boy. Get over my knee,” he said, patting the bed covers that lay across his lap. I did as I was told, clambering across and waiting nervously for him to begin. My bottom quivered as he held the cool brush against my right cheek.

“Ten strokes, which you will count and thank me for. If you miscount, we will start again so pay attention. Are you ready?” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, although not sure how it would feel.

WHACK! He brought he brush down hard in the centre of my right cheek, causing me to squirm and moan.

“One, thank you Sir,” I managed.

“Quicker next time,” he said before bringing the hairbrush down hard again.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” I replied.

The next four strokes came and went, with remembering to count and thank just in time. He paused after the sixth stroke, rubbing and squeezing my upturned cheeks.

“The next four will be harder so get ready,” he said, before lifting the brush and bringing it down hard on the upper thigh of my left leg. I squealed in pain and felt a tear form in my eye.

“S-s-s-seven, thank you, Sir,” I managed to squeak out.

The brush came down again, mirroring the seventh stroke but on my right leg. The reaction was the same and I felt a searing pain run through me.

The final two strokes were slightly higher-up, in the middle of each cheek and delivered with an almighty whack. I held it together enough to murmur each count and to my relief I heard the bedside table drawer opening and the brush going away. He rubbed my cheeks a little before slapping the back of my thigh and telling me to stand back up.

“Stand against over there and put your nose against the wall, hands on your head. Don’t even think about rubbing your arse whilst I enjoy my coffee in peace,” he ordered, snapping his fingers and pointing to the same spot of wall I had stood with the books yesterday evening. I did as I was told, taking up position, the burn from my bottom unrelenting.

I had many thoughts about this place, when I had read the rules online, and I had been dreading any discipline that may had been handed to me. However, in all my expectations before arriving here, I never once considered that it would be my roommate who’d deliver my first spanking. As I stood against the wall, my red bottom on display, I knew deep down this was just the start.  

I wasn’t really planning on getting my cock wet during this trip. But these things sort of just happen, and you shouldn’t really pass up a good time. Not when you’re a married man. 

My wife, Madison, and I were spending Christmas and New Years with my family, in my Wisconsin hometown. Nothing really to write home about except that my parents had recently bought a lake house that was just a two-hour drive from town, which made future summer visits more exciting. So, we were going to cozy up, light the fireplace, have a few drinks and let the time pass with my folks. We might need more than a few drinks to bear it, but hey, that’s what the holidays are for. A little indulgence. 

But Madison informed me she had to cover some shifts at her hospital. She had a shift covered last minute to come with me to a Friendsgiving last month, so she was repaying the favor. Annoyed, she told me she couldn’t be there until Christmas day. Bummer. Two extra days of rebuffing investigatory questions about when Mad and I were going to have kids or move back to Wisconsin or take up that job Dad was always offering at his company, all by myself. 

So, I sucked it up, and in the early morning darkness, loaded my bags in the Lyft, and headed to Wisconsin all by my lonesome. My parents picked me up from the airport, excited as all get out, and jabbered away at me the entire ride, exercising their familiar probing into our married life until I was forced to change the subject and ask about their lives. And they had even more annoying responses about repairs around the house, taxes, the homeless problem (which meant they saw one guy holding a sign at their main busy intersection) and how politicians are too busy with the “Woke Agenda” to do anything about it. Typical Midwest democrat bullshit. My parents are well-meaning, and I love them for not giving into the Republican-MAGA temptations that populist fascism has to offer. But there were some issues we were still far apart on. Small wins, I guess.

Feeling more frustrated from the ride than I had even anticipated, I unloaded my suitcase in the spare bedroom after telling my folks I needed to take a nap. I collapsed on the bed and scrolled my phone. Pretty quickly I realized I wasn’t just frustrated, I was horny. And in about the same amount of time I realized this, I also remembered I was by myself. Well, no wife at least. My cock hardening in my sweatpants, I downloaded and logged onto my favorite cruising app. 

I should probably explain some things. First is I occasionally hook up with other men behind my wife’s back. I know some people try to explain it away as something other than cheating, but of course it’s cheating. I don’t want my wife to know because she’d leave me if she found out. But I do it anyway. Ergo, cheating. I feel bad about the deceit sometimes, mostly because I know she’s probably more loyal than I am, and I’m getting my nut with what is sometimes some premium pussy. She’s only got her toys to get off from when it’s not my dick (toys that I happen to borrow when I’m feeling adventurous). And my dick isn’t bad by any means; 7 inches, cut, thick, heavy balls, can go multiple rounds, makes Mad cum every time. But I’m probably having a little more fun than her, and I feel a little guilty. A little. 

I should also explain I’m not always going around fucking guys. Mostly because it’s too damn difficult to pull off without getting caught. Too much lying and anxiety over being found out. When we were dating, and especially before we moved in together, I would love dumping my load into some Anon bottom’s hungry hole. Sometimes I’d even do it before I went on a date with Mad. Helped me clear my head, and if we had sex that night, I would last longer. Win-win for everybody. The first year of our marriage I tried to keep up the routine but was almost caught one time and had to seriously back off for a while. 

From then I mostly stuck to porn and chatting with other guys online. I’d show off my dick mostly and sext about how I would breed some bottom slut. Occasionally I would meet a hung top, and I would feel compelled to show off my own ass. Why not? I’m not a bottom myself, but it’s not like we’re actually fucking, and big dicks still turn me on. Plus, I had a nice ass. Firm but soft ass cheeks with a slightly hairy, pink hole that I could flex on command. And my ass had gotten bigger over the years from my weight training. I’m pretty fit for being in my early-30s. Strong arms, decently sized chest, thick legs, a hint of abs, but also some remnant of love handles. Can’t win ‘em all, and I wasn’t all that fussed about it really.

I loved showing off my body for guys online. My cock, chest and abs, ass. All of it. Guys love worshiping other guys, even if they don’t want to admit it, and it’s a part of us we should engage in more actively. It compelled me to keep my body in shape, and my wife never complained about the extra hours in the gym. 

But sometimes porn and sexting weren’t enough, and that urge to feel the warm confines of an eager bottom’s gripping hole built up enough that when I had the chance, I seized it. Usually, I only acted upon it when Mad or I were out of town. I traveled occasionally for work conferences, so it was easier then. But sometimes I had the house to myself for a weekend, and thus the luxury of walking a mile or two to somebody’s place and getting to fuck, so that I was back in time to watch the game or make dinner. 

I had a few rules for myself of course. The biggest ones were the most obvious. Number one was avoiding sketchy hookups and staying up to date on my STDs. Getting caught cheating on my wife I can handle. It would be miserable, and a pain in the ass to sort through, but it would be nothing compared to giving her some disease. The other rules were less dramatic but still important. Never leave evidence on your phone; don’t try to sneak out when she’s home or in town; and keep everything anonymous. This last one is why I came to love meeting up with other married men. 

Fucking married bottoms is the best. They’re almost always anonymous. There’s no fuss or emotional entanglements. And often, they’re real men. Since being married, I’ve hooked up with a few younger bottoms, openly gay usually and in college or seniors in high school, and it was fine. They liked that I was older, a little hair on my chest, and I could fuck hard and breed them even harder. But they usually were too feminine or wanted to know my name or get closer to me. Once, one of them acknowledged me in public with Mad. I had to play it off as someone I met through work. A couple weeks later, I logged onto my cruising app and found all of these messages of that little fucker berating me for cheating on him! So, I tried steering clear of those types. 

Anon bottoms on the apps usually meant married and cheating. They wanted to get cock just a little more than they wanted to get caught. I loved showing up to some random man’s house, the lights dimmed, face covered, hairy ass up in the air and a wet, sloppy hole winking at me, wedding band still on his hand. Those were usually when I had the best orgasms. Two men engaging in carnal desire. The smell of cum, sweat, and spit filling my nostrils like the best cologne. And when there was a group? When a married bottom had a half-dozen other married men to load him up? That’s where the real fun was. Most of us had that shared understanding. That need to be with men while maintaining our other life, which we also cherished. 

And that’s what I also need to explain. I love my wife. I’m not one of these cheating men who’s secretly in the closet and miserable. I’m sympathetic to that experience of course. It’s hard and, depending on the environment and culture you’re in, nearly inescapable. I’m thankful I’m not one of those men. Madison knows I’m bi, but that I prefer romantic relationships with women over men, which is true. She also knows I’ve slept with a couple guys in college. Obviously, she doesn’t know the extent to which I’ve done it and still do it. She’s bi herself but has only ever kissed other women. I’m not hiding my sexuality from her, just the, well, activities. I find the people who hate their bitch wives or whatever deeply infuriating and eye-rolling. You should be lucky you have someone to share your life with, who actually wants to share their life with you. If you hate her so much, man up and leave her.  

I’m lucky that Mad is smart, kind, and infinitely curious. She reads almost as much as I do, and we spend as much time engaging in hobbies like riding bikes, knitting, and baking as we do just sitting around and laughing at each other’s dumb attempts to get the other to smile. 

I don’t want to go on too much about my loving wife in a story about fucking other men. Trust me. But I want to set the record straight that this secret life I’ve cultivated is not born out of some deep self-hatred or failure to accept who I am. Nor is it a vehicle to share how much I enjoy punishing an unknowing woman with my sexual depravity.

This is about how much I’ve grown to love the unadulterated pleasure that comes from fucking another man, from feeling their bodies, hearing their grunts, and telling each other disgusting, downright offensive things while we do it. Anything goes with another married man. Things I wouldn’t dream of telling or doing to my wife in bed are all welcomed and encouraged in anon fucking. And on top of that, I love that it’s in secret. That I get to have this part of me that I don’t need to explain or justify. Reminiscing on the carnal scenes in my head as I drift to sleep. It’s pure fucking bliss. 

Speaking of pure bliss, I was looking to escape what was shaping up to be an annoying holiday trip by burying my dick in some fucking ass. I swiped and scrolled through the cruising app as I idly fondled my growing bulge in my underwear. Nothing of real interest was coming up. Mostly weirdos with no pictures or college kids home for Winter break. I was just about ready to give up and jerk off to porn when a picture popped up on the map less than a mile from me. 

The name of the profile read STR8 MARRIED BOTTOM. I opened the profile to see a few pictures of a man in his late 30s showing off his ass. It was thick, a modest amount of hair on the cheeks. One of the pictures was a shot of his used, pink hole, which was evidently dripping out a load of cum and was probably taken by the stud who gave it to him. Among his stats read an updated description:

“DL married bottom needs to be bred. Home alone for a few hours. Looking to take some loads. Be clean, discrete, and don’t just say hey. Send a pic or gtfo.”

My cock was fully hard now, a stain visible on the front of my underwear from where my precum leaked. I released the throbbing piece of meat, letting it bounce against my stomach. I gave it a few pumps and took a picture, sending it to the bottom slut along with a text. 

“DL married top looking to unload in that sweet pussy.”

Hardly a minute passed as I waited for his message, slowly stroking my cock and admiring his pictures. It really was a nice ass. Finally, he responded.

“Fuck yeah, come on over. Be quick.”

The bottom sent me his address and instructions for entering the side of his house, evidently wanting to avoid awkward questions from the neighbors about random men entering his home in the middle of the day. I messaged back, telling him I’d be there in 10. 

I rushed to pull my pants back on and informed my parents I was going to try and do some last-minute gift shopping before Mad got here. Within five minutes of sending my cock to some random married guy, I was on the road, excited for my first anon fucking in God knows how long. 

I pulled up to the address and parked just a few houses down. I braced the chilly December air and marched up to the house. It was a shingle style house with a wide front porch and asymmetrical rooflines. Several large trees surrounding it gave the house a discrete quality. Were those Walnuts? Didn’t matter, I guess. I skipped the porch and located the side entrance. As I was opening the gate, I saw another man walking up the sidewalk. He was in a puffy coat and grey sweatpants. I hesitated to open the gate, not wanting to draw too much attention to this bottom slut’s extracurricular activities. He was about six-foot-three. He had a strong jaw and a heavy shadow of a beard. He walked with a purpose. He too stopped at the gate and looked at me with his piercing green eyes. 

“Going in?” he said to me. 

I raised an eyebrow at him, not sure how to answer. Yes, I was going in, but was it for the same reason as him? The man flashed me a bright smile, accentuating the structure of his jaw and reassured me. 

“Let’s go, bud. My dick’s gonna’ be a lot warmer in there, I tell you what.”

I chuckled and undid the latch to the gate, stepping through. “In more ways than one,” I quipped.

The man gave a booming laugh. The sound, even louder from the dampening of the snow that fell the previous night, was somewhat startling. It wasn’t that funny. “Ha! Good one, man!” He gave me a hearty pat on the back. I looked around to see if any of the neighbors were observing this peculiar scene. The street was deserted.

Feeling a little awkward, I trudged through the snowy side yard with the tall guy next to me. He was humming to himself. I half-expected him to ask me what I thought about the weather. I slowed my walk, realizing I had forgotten the instructions to get in. There were two doors on the side of the house. 

“Here, let me,” said the man, scooching by me. He opened the door on the right which led into a laundry room. He held the door open for me, smirking somewhat.

“Thanks,” I said, unable to contain my own smile. 

We both kicked off our snowy boots and entered a hallway, which led to the living room. As we walked through, I couldn’t help noticing the decorations on the wall. A lot of Live, Laugh, Love style art. Christmas decorations seemingly continued throughout the house, not just this entry. And of course, the ornate Christmas tree in the corner. There were also family pictures hanging up on the wall. A family with two children, around 8 and 10, a cute but slightly chubby and short wife with blonde hair, and a husband. He was also short and though he was less chubby than his wife, he certainly gained a few pounds around the belly. His hair was thinning, and based on the house and the pictures, I imagined he worked as a data analyst or some other boring consultant job. It looked like a happy middle-class family. 

It took me longer than I cared to admit that there was a naked man on the couch, blindfolded, his ass pointed  up scandalously in the air. 

“There he is!” exclaimed the man I was with as he strode forward. He came up to what was evidently the husband in the photos and the Str8 Bottom I had messaged earlier and smacked his round ass, which jiggled seductively and made the bottom yelp. The man whistled appreciatively in response as he firmly gripped the bottom’s ass with both hands and began massaging it. “Always better in person.”

I had to admit the man was right. The bottom was positioned so that his ass perched on the couch’s arm rest, his ass hanging over slightly. I walked up next to him to observe the bottom’s fuckhole. His ass cheeks had a perfect layer of fur on them which traveled to just the ring his pink hole. It looked moist and warm and certainly inviting. It winked a little as the man continued feeling his ass. I reached a hand out too and felt the softness of this bottom’s fat ass. His back was slightly hairy and from the position he was in, I could see how some of the fat on his torso folded. This was your average married man who had a juicy, delectable man pussy, and he understood that it was meant to serve cocks. The initial shock of the winter chill and strange encounter earlier passed. I was hard again and ready to drop my seed. 

“Mmmf, is that you Nick?” said the bottom finally, moaning a little at the attention to his butt. “And you brought a friend?”

“Shit, am I that obvious?” said the man named Nick, laughing a little. “No friend. Not yet anyway. Just came at the same time.”

Nick looked over to me and gave another smile. I smiled back. So, these two knew each other. So much for being anonymous. But what did I care? I’m only in town visiting. I wasn’t going to see this bottom, or Nick for that matter, ever again. And besides, I was horny as fuck. Any of the inhibitions that might have been still floating around in me were soon to be discarded. I watched as Nick’s hands moved the bottom’s ass some more, occasionally obscuring and revealing the pink entrance. On the coffee table next to the couch sat a bottle of lube and poppers. I looked at Nick again who was clearly becoming dazed by the wobbly ass. 

“You mind if I…?” I said motioning to the ass before us. 

“Not at all man,” he said, still smiling. He stopped his massage and stepped back to watch. 

I crouched down to be at eye level with this delicious asshole. I leaned in so that my nose was centimeters away. I inhaled deeply, smelling this hole. It was the perfect balance of clean and musk that only men can produce. He clearly was prepared for some deep fucking, but he probably hadn’t showered since last night, letting the morning’s sweat accumulate. I growled hungrily. I wanted it so badly. And then I stuck my nose directly into the winking pink hole, continuing my sniffing. I used both hands to massage his ass while I tried to fuck him with my nose. The bottom responded in kind, pushing his back onto my face and giving a soft moan. I then leaned back to catch my breath. Instead of resuming my nose fucking, I plunged my mouth into those fat ass cheeks and began rimming him thoroughly. 

“Oh, ho-ho, we’ve got an eater!” teased Nick as I heard and felt him smack the bottom’s ass playfully. “Fuck yeah get in there, man.”

The bottom’s hole tasted better than it smelled. I made out with it, kissing and spitting on it, chewing at the inside of his cheeks, punching my tongue in and out. I was obsessed. He even squeezed on my tongue whenever I got in deep. I’m an expert eater, and this was the best man cunt I had ever tasted. 

I heard Nick walk away from me and toward the front of the couch. “You want to do some eating too, Alan?” he said. So, we’ve got two names now. 

“Fuck yeah I do,” Alan responded. 

Though I couldn’t see, because I had a man’s ass enveloping my entire face, I could feel Nick’s body getting on the couch. And I could hear the sloppy sounds of a drooling mouth servicing a cock. Nick moaned and encouraged Alan to suck his dick while I continued rimming Alan. 

“Where’s the–nggh–fam today?” Nick asked, grunting. 

I heard a loud, wet pop and a gasp for air as Alan took out Nick’s cock to respond. He was panting. “Linda’s…working…kids…last day of…school.”

“Mmm, nice. Sneaking in some fucking before the holidays, huh? Always such a good faggot slut.” I could tell that Nick was smiling as he said all this. Having known him now for a solid 5 minutes, I could assume that he was generally a positive and fun guy. I heard Alan resume his sucking. 

“Yeah, I’m lucky I checked the app,” Nick went on. Jesus, this guy loves hearing himself talk. If I wasn’t face deep in ass, I would’ve rolled my eyes. “Just–mmfuck yeah–got out of the gym. Almost went straight home. That’s right, work those balls. But Stacy’s at work too, so I thought I’d check. Ngghh fuck man, you’re hungry.”

So now there was three married men all embracing in carnal pleasure with each other. Interesting. This Nick guy may be a bit chatty, but he seemed to be tapped into my own specific kink. 

“And whaddya know? My favorite fucking hole begging for cock. I’m glad you got to taste mine when it’s extra sweaty.” 

Alan moaned at that, his sounds muffled by the cock pulverizing his throat. His hole flexed around my tongue, making me moan too. For what felt like a lifetime, but was probably just another minute, I continued worshipping Alan’s ass. Until, that is, I felt a hand on the back of my head massaging me and ruffling my hair. 

“Man, you love eating ass, huh?” the voice behind me said. It took me a second to realize it was Nick and not some new anonymous guy, to realize he had evidently got up from the couch and came back to me. 

“Yeah, I love eating ass too. Especially man cunt. It’s the fucking best. Pussy never really compares unfortunately.”

I wanted to tell Nick to shut the fuck up and let me enjoy my meal in peace, but I didn’t want to leave that precious hole to speak the words. I wanted to spend the rest of the trip right there, my face in a fat sweaty ass. 

“How’s that married shithole taste?” Nick said. Alan groaned and shoved his ass back into my face more. This got my attention. Nick was way too yappy for a pump and dump session, and I was getting really annoyed listening to him. But this was something different. I love some good degrading talk, and apparently so did Alan who responded like a bitch in heat by grinding into my face. I was going to respond that it’s the best man cunt I’ve ever had. But as I released my mouth from Alan’s hole and turned my head in the direction of Nick, I found myself face to face with a fat, throbbing, shiny cock. 

Nick’s cock had to be about 10 inches. The head of it pointed directly at my face, more specifically my mouth. I could tell the shaft was shiny from all the spit he forced Alan to drool on him. His piss slit pumped out globs of pre-cum, which now made for a long dangling strand headed straight for the floor. He had a furry bush, but nothing too crazy. And his balls. Holy shit, his balls were fat and only slightly fuzzy. They moved like heavy weights from even just the slightest adjustment. This was the prettiest fuckstick I had ever seen. My lips were less than an inch from the leaking head. I could feel the warmth of his groin, smell the musk that he was bragging about before. I licked my lips and looked up at Nick, past his donkey dick and thick, but firm, fuzzy stomach, to his shit-eating grin.

I had nearly forgotten the question. The span of time it took for me to unlatch from Alan’s cunt and process the giant cock in front of me felt like days. I realized I had come here to fuck a married bottom’s ass, and I also realized I was squatting before some hung stud like a slutty pornstar. I’m not really a cocksucker, but something was compelling me. Maybe it was the cock, maybe it was Nick’s nonchalance and openness to being a nasty fuckpig like all married men should be. Either way, my mouth was watering when I answered, “Married cunt always tastes good.”

Nick smiled even more broadly, his cock bouncing as if nodding in agreement. Alan gave a slight whimper at my compliment. 

“Mind if I…?” Nick asked. 

I nearly opened my mouth. For a moment I thought he was asking to face fuck me. And I think I was going to let him. But then I remembered why I was here. And why he surely was here too. I turned back to look at Alan’s puckering hole and then back to Nick. I stood up and stepped back to allow him space. 

“Not at all,” I echoed. 

Nick stepped behind Alan and lined up his cock. He had the bottle of lube from the coffee table in his hand already and squirted some onto the length of his dick, stroking it a little. I stood right next to him watching as his fat cockhead poked at Alan’s wet pink hole. Watched as it sank, millimeter by millimeter, until the head was in. Alan gave a grunt and moaned into his couch cushion. Nick gave a soft chuckle. 

Alan was starting to thrust back onto Nick’s cock. He clearly wanted more, but Nick had different ideas. With a deep grunt, Nick slammed the entire length of his dick into Alan’s fuckhole. 

“Oh fuckkk, Jeeeeesus!” Alan yelped. His whole body spasmed, long, wailing groans escaping him. His ass gyrated uncontrollably. And I could see that he was pissing himself, his floppy dick spraying onto the towels underneath him. Alan calmed himself but was still panting. “Fuck, Nick, seriously?”

There was an awkward pause. Then, they both started laughing. 

“Come onnnn, buddy, you can handle it right?” Nick asked, teasingly. 

“Yeah, maybe when you’re not the first cock I take for the day, dumbass,” Alan shot back in fake outrage. 

“Ah well, you have a point there. I’ll give you a sec to catch up then.”

Nick looked over to me. I probably looked like an idiot watching these two fool around with each other. I felt like I was invading on something private. They acted like horny teens. And they were made for each other. Thick, hairy, hungry hole and fat, throbbing, monster cock. And the way he just slammed into him. It was so powerful. Nick didn’t give a shit about Alan’s hole. He just wanted what he wanted. And yet, here he was, giving Alan a moment to get used to his dick. But judging by the way Alan could take a cock like that in one thrust without passing out, I was pretty sure that Alan’s manpussy was destroyed long before today. 

“Wanna get a little more comfy?” Nick asked me, looking me up and down. I closed my gaping mouth, still processing the scene. 

“Oh…uh, yeah,” I said. Nick laughed, but I silently took off my shirt and slid off my pants, my 7-inch cock bouncing free. Long strands of my own pre-cum pulsed out.

Nick smirked and said, “Fuck yeah” as he continued checking me out. I only had eyes for Alan’s ass and Nick’s cock though as I started stroking my own dick.  

Nick seemed to notice what I was looking at and decided to slide his cock slowly out of Alan’s cunt. When it was about three quarters of the way out, Nick pulled away even faster until it was all the way out. Alan’s hole gaped and flexed and farted loudly at the sudden exit.

“Fuck yeah, good boy,” Nick said as he smacked his ass. Alan yelped again. Nick plunged back into Alan’s hole and began fucking him thoroughly. 

It was a sight to behold. I had to remind myself that I was going to fuck next and not blow my load jerking off to this full-on porno. Nick wasn’t fat by any means, but he was beefy. His thighs were powerful, and his ass was thick and firm like mine. They both flexed with each powerful thrust. He kept slamming into Alan’s hole. Nearly the entire length of Nick’s cock slid out before he shoved it back in. This gave me ample opportunity to admire the shiny juices coating his dick. Alan’s ass rippled as he was met with Nick’s thighs. And Nick’s balls were slapping against his fuzzy taint. Alan’s hole was nice and loose from only just a couple minutes of fucking. Every other thrust was met with a loud, wet fart. Combined with Alan’s groaning, it was practically a symphony of pig bottom encouragement. Nick was spewing a string of his own encouragement as he worked up his load. 

“Take this dick…stupid fucking hole…nasty fucking…dumb…shithole…fag…fucksleeve…God, this pussy is the best. Fuck!”

I had to stop stroking my cock. I let it bounce and pulse out strand after strand of needy pre-cum. Nick’s fucktalk was getting me too riled up. Luckily, he seemed to be working himself to climax too. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become shorter, more erratic, desperate to unload and flood those walls that gripped his cock so lovingly. The talking was replaced with grunts, both Nick and Alan timing their pleasurable sounds with the meeting of their bodies. Slapping and queefing and heavy breathing. If I looked closely, I could see the sweat forming on Nick’s forehead drip onto Alan’s fuzzy ass, mixing with his own perspiration. 

I was in awe. 

Nick didn’t announce his orgasm, but it was obvious. He gave a long, deep groan and plunged as deep as he could into Alan’s ass. He made several small pumps, then slowly slid out his long, thick shaft until only the head was submerged. He turned his head to the side to look at me, his face lost in lust and mouth agape, almost as if he was inviting me to admire his expert breeding. I did. His fat cock shaft was shining with globs of cum. I could see it pulsing violently, as if it was still shooting thick heavy ropes into the fucker. After he was satisfied that I had gotten a good look, he made another forceful thrust deep into Alan who responded with such a lustful moan, I nearly came hands free. 

Nick fucked Alan some more. I thought he was going for round two, but he clearly just wanted to feel his pig bottom a little longer. I couldn’t blame him. Normally if a top went before me and was taking up this much time, I’d start to get annoyed. But this was purely pornographic. I almost didn’t want it to end. And the way he treated Alan—a combination of tenderness, teasing friendship, and downright depraved degradation—gave me a feeling I had never truly had before. Perhaps it was my pent-up lust and my need to cum, or maybe it was the sheer size of Nick’s cock and the way he handled it, but I had the distinct desire to bend over right next to Alan and offer up my ass too. I wanted this married stud to leave me a leaking, gaping mess. This thought gave me chills. My cock bounced again, and I subconsciously rubbed one of my fat ass cheeks. 

“You good?” a voice drifted to me through the haze. 

“Wha…?” I said, snapping out of it. Nick’s cock was out of Alan. It rested on one of his fat, fuzzy globes, a small pool of cum tangling in his hair. The massive thing wasn’t as hard anymore, but it was clearly still bigger than me. Alan’s cunt was oozing what looked like gallons of cum onto the towel underneath him as he flexed his hole pointlessly, trying to keep the load inside. I gulped. “Oh yeah.”

Nick gave a barking laugh and smacked Alan’s other ass cheek, who responded with a sexy moan and made his ass jiggle invitingly. “All yours, pal.”

If I wasn’t already so close to Alan’s cunt, I would’ve stumbled in my rush to get to it. I positioned myself behind him, pointing my cockhead at his entrance, and grabbed both of Alan’s hairy ass cheeks for stability. My fingers brushed against Nick’s glistening cock, which was still resting on top of Alan’s butt. I heard a low growl rumbling in Nick’s throat. 

More cum was being pushed out of Alan’s hole involuntarily. God, what a wrecked mancunt. I licked my lips and plunged the full length of my 7 inches into that sloppy hole. 

Despite following a cock that was 3-plus inches bigger than me, Alan’s walls were surprisingly tight. The warmth of his insides and the lube of Nick’s cum provided the best hole I had ever had the pleasure of fucking. Better than any other married bottom, girlfriend, or indeed wife. My whole body shuddered, and it took me several seconds that I wasn’t even really fucking Alan. I was just grinding against him, grunting and panting. 

“Holy…fuck…this ass,” I let out in gasps.

Nick put his hand on my shoulder and started messaging me. “Pretty good, huh? Best cunt in town, I think.” We looked at each other. Nick’s hands were big and strong. He pressed firmly into the top of my shoulder, moving to my Trap, alternating between firm and soft. “Go on, fuck this bitch.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I started to really rut this pig. Pumping in and out while Alan moaned unabashedly and Nick encouraged me. The squelching sounds of Alan’s used, cummy fuckhole would’ve been fuel enough to keep going, but this only added to the pleasure. Nick continued rubbing my shoulder until eventually he was moving down my back. His own cock was still on Alan’s ass, but now it was hard again and bounced scandalously with each powerful thrust I gave the bottom. I had to slow down several times so as not to cum too early. 

I felt Nick’s beefy hand cup my ass and grip it aggressively. I turned my head to look at his face. I nearly pushed his hand off me. It’s one thing to fantasize about being dicked down. It’s another thing to do it, and I didn’t want Nick to get the wrong idea. I was here for topping only. 

But I didn’t move his hand. Instead, I did the opposite. I moaned and pulled my dick all the way out pushing my ass further into Nick’s hands. Alan’s hole farted again, protesting my removal. Nick smiled and released his hand from my ass. I almost whimpered at that, but was quickly met with a hard, stinging smack to my ass cheek. I groaned, my mouth agape and nearly drooling. Nick’s mouth was slightly open too, his eyes never leaving mine. 

And then our mouths collided into each other. His lips were full and moist, and his tongue invaded my mouth, pressing against my own tongue. We swapped spit, tried to force our lips harder against each other. I breathed in deep, taking in the faint scent of his post-gym musk. Nick moaned into my mouth, his hands traveled all over my body, eventually ending back at my ass. 

Nick was ever-present it seems, even in this passionate embrace. His hand cupped my ass once again, but this time he guided me forward. I broke from our kiss and looked down and watched as my achingly hard cock, which pointed directly at Alan’s abused hole, was slowly but deliberately reintroduced to that warm home. The wet squelch that the mix of cum, spit, and sweat made was like a sigh of relief, welcoming back its lover. I let out a gasp as the sensation ran through my entire body. Alan groaned, impaling himself on me. 

Nick cupped my chin and turned my head toward him. We resumed our kissing, this time even sloppier and more unhinged as I began to pump my cock in and out of Alan with abandon. I opened my mouth more to breathe; Nick responded by tongue-fucking it. I was close now, just a few more thrusts and I would be over the edge. Nick’s hand traveled back down to my ass, felt my slightly hairy globes. He squeezed one cheek, then the other. His hands spread my ass, and his thick beefy finger rubbed the length of my crack. I made sure each thrust pushed firmly back into Nick’s hand, encouraging me. I don’t know what I was doing. The sensation of Nick teasing my sweaty, hairy hole combined with my cock aggressively rutting another sweaty hole was making me dizzy. I was vaguely aware that Nick had half of his finger in my ass by the time I felt my orgasm building past the point of no return. 

I unlatched from Nick’s mouth. I could tell how swollen my lips were as I moaned, “Oh fuuuuuck.” Pump. Pump. Pump. I gave Alan’s hole deep, deliberate strokes. Nick’s finger sunk deeper in me. Alan was wailing a constant moan now. Then it hit. That surge. That rush of an incoming tidal wave. I could practically picture my balls letting the dam open, the rush of hot, thick, creamy cum coursing through my shaft, and rope after rope firing deep into the perfect cumdump pig. 

I continued a stream of gasps, almost in shock. I thought I wouldn’t stop cumming. My load was unending. I slowed my strokes until I was completely still. I trembled, grinding my cock deep into Alan’s hole. He ground back. 

“Jesusfuck,” I blurted out. I smacked Alan’s ass. 

“Fuck yeah,” Alan responded. His blindfold was still on. I chuckled at that. “Y’all wanna stay for round two? Got a couple guys swinging by before I need to clean up.” I was still inside the fucker, and he was asking for more. 

“Shiiiit, buddy, that’s tempting,” Nick said. He had slid his finger out of my ass and was stroking his fat cock lazily, balls gently bouncing with each pump. “But I told Mary I’d pick up some groceries for her, so I need to hop to it.”

“Yeah,” I added. “I should probably head home too.” My softening dick was still lodged inside Alan. 

“No worries,” Alan said easily. “But you better feed me those loads you guys dumped in me before you leave.”

I smiled at that. What a nasty fucking whore. My cock slid out easily as I immediately squatted down to eye-level with Alan’s cunt. His once pink hole was blushing red and puffy, the hair of his inner cheeks matted with all that cum and sweat. Delicious. 

“Push that shit out,” I told him. I saw Alan’s hole flex, distantly heard him grunt from the effort. 

“Push, push, push,” Nick was encouraging. “Push those fucking loads out. Theeeere you go. Fuckkkk yeah! Look at that…”

It came easily and in torrents. My load. Nick’s load. They practically squirted out into my mouth. I had my tongue out like I was a pornstar waiting for the money shot. Alan did not disappoint. The force of his loose hole pushing out the loads that were so deep in him made the most beautifully disgusting sound as waves of cum shot into my mouth and splashed around my beard. Alan was moaning like a true slut. I imagine pushing out all that cum felt amazing. I had to resist the urge to swallow it all. Once I had a mouthful I stood up, but not before giving that hole one final kiss. 

With the loads sloshing around in my mouth, I walked to the other end of the couch. Alan had slid the blindfold up and over his head. Nick moved next to me. Alan looked me up and down, admiring the body of the top that just fucked him deep and felched out his own load. 

“Figured you didn’t care about the anon thing anymore,” he said smiling. He was right. Nick basically ended that when he started using names. Alan thought we knew each other at first. I would have tried to smile back with my mouth full, but instead, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to Alan’s and let that flood of cum rush into his. Alan moaned as I fed him our loads. Our lips pressed together as we briefly kissed. He moaned into my mouth, fully immersed in the bliss of being fed loads that were just in his ass. He probably didn’t get this intimate with other anon tops. It was a nice Christmas present for both of us. Alan swallowed with a satisfied groan. Before I stood up, I spit in Alan’s face, a loud and aggressive sound. He flinched but quickly used his tongue and hands to scoop as much of my cum-mixed saliva as he could off his face and into his mouth. 

Nick stepped a little closer as I stood up. His cock throbbed lazily, growing softer by the minute, yet it was somehow still bigger than my own when fully hard. It glistened from all the juices we were reveling in. Alan opened his mouth again and received the half-hard delicacy the married stud was offering him and cleaned it off, savoring it just as much as he savored the cum I fed him. Nick turned his head to look at me. He ignored Alan hungrily worshiping his cock. He was a true whore after all, only worth paying attention to before one got their nut off. This implication, this understanding, was conveyed in Nick’s expression. And I’m sure it showed in mine. He and I were on the same page. I hadn’t told him, but he knew I had another life. He knew I appreciated the pleasure only other men could provide, and I was not ashamed. Knew I enjoyed keeping things separate, a cherished secret. Nick’s lips pressed into mine, and our kiss sealed this bond. Two married men consummating a passion pursued. 

As much as I wanted to stay and watch more cocks use Alan, I knew I had to get going. I broke our three-way embrace and went for my clothes. Nick started doing the same. Alan was quick to get on his phone, surely securing a few more tops before he needed to hide all the evidence. I vaguely wondered how he would disguise the scent of sweaty man sex from his family in just a few hours. That was his problem I guess, and this didn’t seem like his first rodeo. 

Nick and I left the house at the same time, both of us giving Alan’s fat, soft ass a smack in farewell. We stepped out into the chilly afternoon air and toward the gate. I realized how flushed my face was as the wind fought me in gusts. Nick and I walked through the gate and paused. 

“Happy holidays,” Nick said. Was his tone solemn? Or was this the casual way you said it to a stranger you only just met? I couldn’t tell. 

“Thanks,” I replied. “You too.”

We turned heel and walked down the street in opposite directions. I got in my car, bracing the even colder temperature in it, but was surprised that it was still a little warm. I marveled at the realization I had only spent twenty minutes in that house. It felt like hours, perhaps days. I turned the key, and the car rumbled to life. 

 

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I still did some Christmas shopping. Not because I didn’t want to seem suspicious, but because I hadn’t got my parents anything yet. Madison and I did our exchanges before I traveled. No sense in flying with shit only to have to fly it back. I grabbed a couple items from the grocery store that were needed for the big dinner too. In total, my little horny escape lasted an hour and a half. 

I pulled into the driveway of my childhood house and began unloading my haul. It was starting to snow. On the third trip back to the car, I heard kids shouting playfully. A truck sat in the driveway. A little girl was running around the front yard and yelling nonsense. Another child, her brother I assumed, was chasing her. I chuckled as I grabbed the bags. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” the little girl squealed. “Monty is going to kiiiillllll me!”

“Call the cops!” a booming voice called out jokingly. “That’s my daughter you’re chasing, sir!”

Both the kids laughed as the figure of a man stepped out of the front door and walked onto the grass. He started chasing both of the kids who shrieked excitedly and ran around even faster. I stopped my unloading of the car to watch. 

Nick had changed his clothes from when I last saw him. He was in sweats still, but they weren’t the ones he wore to the gym and to fuck Alan. He chased his children around in circles, deliberately tripping so as not to catch up to them. Eventually he stopped, panting a little. The kids recognized their chance to escape and ran into the house giggling. Nick watched them go inside. He looked around the yard, perhaps taking in the glittering snowfall. His eyes continued scanning the scenery until they fell on me. A few seconds passed as he processed what he was seeing. Nick tilted his head to the side slightly. I nearly ran inside, hoping to escape myself, but I was rooted to the spot. Then, Nick’s knowing half-smirk broke across his face. He waved his arm high and enthusiastically. 

“Hi there!” he shouted. 

Despite my shock, I returned a smile of my own. I’m sure I had what was likely the most stupefied expression on my face, a mix of shock, anxiety, and a dawning realization of exciting possibilities. I raised my hand slightly to wave back, too disbelieving to say anything. 

To be continued…

Colin fancied his nephew Luke ever since he saw the twenty five year old lad in the shower. Luke’s  oversized cock looked out of place on such a slightly built lad and Colin desired his nephew instantly.

They’d both been playing a football game locally with Colin as referee of the match. Hitting the showers together didn’t seem to phase his nephew who was quite comfortable being naked in front of his fifty eight year old uncle.

“Seems we’re the last two guys here” said Colin giving his hairy chest a good lathering.

“Yes” said Luke “I like to come in here last as the other lads make fun of my cock. They call me ‘petrol pump’ and Anaconda”.

“They’re only jealous lad”  replied Colin staring directly at Luke’s magnificently long dick. “Your dad had a fucking big cock too, seems I missed out on the family dick parade”.

“You look good enough to me” said Luke working soap around his prick.

“I mean” said Colin “It’s not even stiff. It must be a brute of a cock when it’s fully erect?”

Luke realised that his uncle was gawping directly at his cock.

“Do you want me to show you?” asked Luke, grabbing his own cock and wanking it with soap.

Mouth dry and hardly able to speak, Colin said a pathetic ‘yes’ and watched as his nephew tugged his cock to an amazing stiffness.

“Fuck! Lad! That is some cock!”.

“I’ll have to finish it off now uncle as I’m pretty excited as you can see. Unless of course you want to wank it off for me?”

Colin’s own cock was now semi hard and the lad’s suggestion got it even stiffer. He stood behind his nephew in the shower, his dick pressing against the lads butt and he grabbed Luke’s cock in one hand and the lads balls in the other and began to toss him off.

“Wow! Lad! Your cock is fucking fantastic. You know I’m gay don’t you and what I wouldn’t give to have this fucker sliding right up my arse and fucking me good”.

His uncles words were enough to tip Luke over the edge, what with the warm running water running around his balls and his uncle’s hand wanking his long cock off. The lad’s spunk shot out and hit the tiled wall of the shower. Four jet’s of baby batter that seemed to spurt in slow motion leaping from the lad’s gorgeous knob and Colin joined in as his own dick creamed the lad’s butt cheeks with no manual stimulation at all.

“Fuck! Lad! I enjoyed that” said Colin and the two men soaped one another’s cocks clean.

Two weeks later and Luke was sliding his lubricated eight inches of cock  up his uncles fuck ready arsehole right to the balls.

“Oh! Lad you’re so fucking big. Wow! That is one massive prick. Oh! Fuck! Oh! Sweet Fucking hell!

Colin was on all fours in his bedroom and  Luke was behind him gripping his uncles hips and pushing his cock deep,

Colin gripped the bed sheets his knuckles white as his nephew impaled him with his hot throbbing cock.

“Aw! Fuck! Oh! God! It’s so fucking big” said Colin now biting into the sheets.

Luke began fucking his uncle, his long stiff cock moving back and forth up the tight hot arsehole making his uncle moan repeatedly.

“It’s so big. Oh! It’s so big! Fucking Hell!  You’re fucking me good. Oh! Don’t stop lad. Fuck! It’s so fucking big Oh! Oh! Awwwwwww!”.

Luke was enjoying the fuck, enjoying his uncles moans and groans as his cock went deep.

“Oh! I’ve never been fucked by such a big cock before. Oh! Fuck! It’s so good, so fucking good.

Give me all of your spunk Luke, fill your uncles arse with cum”.

A fast fucking with Luke’s balls slapping his arse  and Colin was shooting his own load all over the place with Luke following with a massive load of cum that shot deep into Colin’s waiting guts.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! I’m coming” screamed Colin.

“Me too” said Luke, his massive prick jerking inside the burning hot arsehole and spurting it’s cream into his uncle.

“Wow! Luke! That was some hot fuck. You’ve wrecked my fuck hole and flooded my guts that’s for sure. can feel your cum running out of my arse”.

True enough, once Luke had pulled out of his uncle’s ravaged hole, spunk was oozing out creaming the hole good.

“I can fuck you again in about twenty minutes if you want?” asked Luke, his big cock now shrinking, the knob clogged with cum.

“Fuck! Yes lad. I’d like that.” replied his uncle, his arsehole twitching at the thought of another fuck.

“Here I bet you can suck your own cock with a cock that big lad”

“Yeah!” replied Luke “Give me a while and I’ll show you if  you like?”.

Half an hour later and Luke had his legs over his head and half of his prick in his mouth sucking it sensually whilst pulling on his own balls.

“Fuck lad! Wish I could do that. Be great to suck myself off whenever I felt horny”.

Colin wanked his own cock to a sturdy stiffness as he watched Luke slobbering on his own prick.

“Do you swallow your cum lad?” he asked.

Luke nodded and took even more of his dick inside his mouth.

“Wow! Lad that is one clever talent and it’s making me pretty horny now.”

Without asking Colin latched his mouth onto Luke’s arsehole and stuck his tongue up the lads butt hole.

Luke moaned in appreciation and Colin licked harder.

Colin wanked his cock as he sucked on Luke’s arse, the lad still gobbling his own dick and letting slobber run from his lips.

Colin licked from Luke’s arse and then up the lad’s balls and onto Luke’s prick, licking the part of the shaft not stuck in Luke’s gob.

“What a cock lad. It’s fucking awesome and I need it rammed up my arse again” said Colin rolling onto his back.

Luke got between his uncles thighs and let his long slobber wet  cock find the twitching fuck hole. A push and Luke let Colin have half of his cock. Colin wrapped his hairy legs around his nephew and Luke ploughed the rest of his prick into him.

“Awwww! Fuck! Fuck me! You horny fucker. Fuck me! squealed Colin.

Luke pulled out to the ridge of his knob and then thrust the length back in making Colin catch his breath. He repeated the manoeuvre again and again letting his uncle feel every fucking inch of his long stiff prick.

“Oh! God!” sighed Colin “That’s so fucking deep in my arse. Oh! Sweet Fuck! It’s fucking huge but so good. Oh! Fuck! Keep doing it, keep fucking me and go faster”.

Luke rammed his uncles arsehole faster, the groans of lust filling the room, then he slowed down again driving his big cock all the way in and all the way out again. Colin could see the massive prick throbbing menacingly between his thighs and begged his nephew to fuck him some more.

Luke slammed his prick home, his balls smashing against his uncles bum cheeks his thrusts becoming more urgent as he hurtled towards his climax.

“Give me that spunk lad. Give me all of your spunk. Oh! Fuck! Ravage my fucking arse” and Luke began to shoot a hefty load of cum into his uncles hot gripping arsehole.

Colin wanked his own cock as Luke creamed his hole and his own spunk shot out and hit him in the chest and face.

The session was hot and both men were wet with sweat plus Colin was cum splattered with his own jizz.

“Luke you are one great fucker lad, my arsehole is tingling like fuck and creamy as hell”.

Luke just smiled and told his uncle that he had enjoyed the fuck immensely.

“What now lad?” asked Colin.

“Do you want me to fist you uncle?” said Luke.

An hour later and Luke’s greasy fist was pushing against his uncle’s hot sphincter.

“Relax uncle” said Luke “Let me in”.

Colin was breathing very heavily his arsehole now taking three of Luke’s fingers.

Luke worked his fingers around in his uncle’s hot hole pressing hard against the prostate until pre cum oozed from his uncles stiff cock.

“Fucking hell lad! That feels good, give me more” sad Colin wriggling his arse against the fingers.

Luke pushed four fingers right in, his thumb pressing the fleshy part between his uncle’s balls and arsehole.

“Nearly there uncle. Is it good?” said Luke

“Fuck yes! Oh! Yes! I want more!”

Twenty sweaty minutes and Luke was pushing his whole fist up his uncle’s throbbing hot hole.

“Ooooooh! Yes! Yes! Fuck it’s so good” squealed Colin his forehead dotted with beads of sweat his stiff prick wet with the continuous flow of pre cum.

Luke started to move his fist in and out , his uncle’s arsehole opening wide to get fist fucked.

Luke grabbed his uncle’s cock with his other hand and began to wank more pre cum out of it.

Colin pushed back on the fist, his prostate jumping his cock throbbing in his nephew’s hand. Cum was just moments away and with a twist of Luke’s fist in his arse Colin began to pump out his creamy spunk.

The orgasm was tremendous and like no other, his arsehole going wild his jerking cock splattering spunk everywhere.

Luke pulled his fist out and Colin’s cock jerked another two jets of sperm.

With hardly a moment to let his uncle recover Luke rammed his own huge prick up his uncle’s arse using some of his uncles cum as lube.

The cock slid effortlessly into the gaping arsehole to the lad’s balls and the fuck went berserk.

Luke needed to cum and he needed to fuck hard and fast, his uncle’s burning arsehole twitching like mad as his nephews gigantic cock shagged him wildly.

“I’m gonna shoot” said Luke, ramming his prick home and creaming his uncles arse with a bollock load of spunk.

“Fucking Hell! Lad “You know how to make an old man’s arse sing. Fuck that was so awesome Luke”.

Luke just smiled a boyish cheeky smile and said

“What shall we do next uncle?”

Nobody believes me when I tell them I’m a time traveler.  They look at my like I’m nuts, like what happened to the character Kyle Reese in the movie “The Terminator.”  It happened in the desert of course, back in 1986.  I was riding my bike in the Mojave and took a different route, a route I’ve never been on before.  All I had was a road map, there was no internet back then.  I had planned to stop at a town on the map called Garlock.  Turned out it was a ghost town, totally abandoned when the gold was exhausted many years prior.  There’s no water here and I’m very thirsty.  The only alternative is to ride all the way to the town of Mojave, another 20 miles south in this scorching sun or head back to base with no water.  Didn’t plan this bike ride out very well.  I’m really thirsty.

I see a small building in the distance at the end of an unpaved road still in Garlock.  There’s even an electric pole to the shack, maybe somebody lives there?  Maybe they have water?  It’s possible, desperate times call for desperate measures.  I get off my bike and roll up to the shack.  There’s no door to get into the building, it’s more like a gate.  Very old iron.  I’m on the lookout for rattlesnakes.  The gate is unlocked.  I call out very loudly, “hello hello, anybody there?”  Nothing, I walk inside.

The wooden floor is remarkably clean like it’s been recently swept.  The room is mostly empty.  There’s what you would call a wardrobe at the other end of the room, this was something people had before built-in closets became the norm.  Or maybe rich people still have a piece of furniture called a wardrobe.  I’m looking for a faucet somewhere, is there a bathroom?  Is there running water here?  Still don’t know.  I walk towards the wardrobe and start to open one of the doors.  And then something hits me on the head. BAM!

When I wake up I’m on a surgical operating table in the same room I entered.  Several hours have apparently passed as the sun appears to be in the western sky now, I’m thinking it’s close to 4pm.  Shoot, I won’t be able to get back to base in time to eat at the chow hall, that seems to be my most important worry but in truth I have more important things I should be thinking about.  What happened?  Where am I?  Why can’t I move?  There are two people in the room, both men.  They’re dressed in surgical gowns.  They tell me they just completed an operation on me.  I look down and notice there’s a thin scar line on my abdomen, it sure wasn’t there this morning.  They tell me an extra organ was implanted next to my spleen.  Its purpose is to regulate production of telomerase, which was necessary for the next phase of the experiment.  One of the men I later learn his name is Martin takes out a syringe, clearly the barrel is filled with a blue liquid, and injects me in the neck.  They tell me to place my hand on my head where I was struck earlier, and think about the time when I first entered the shack.  I close my eyes and do so.  And then it happens. BAM!

It’s 11am and am about to turn left on the road leading to Garlock.  Didn’t this happen before?  Am I dreaming this?  This is too freaky.  There’s now water in the two bottles attached to my bike.  I ride back to base as fast as I can pedal, takes me a good two hours to get home.  Once back in my dorm room I shower and then crawl into my rack, I’m unusually tired, don’t even bother jacking off.  I miss dinner and don’t wake up until the following morning.  My head still hurts, I think those two goons did something to my brain also (they did and a lot more).

I’m sitting on the edge of my rack.  I look at the clock, it’s 9am.  My head still hurts so I place my hand on the area, just like last time when I was told to do so.  I’m thinking of all the shit I’ve gone through the past three years, boot camp especially was a royal joke, there was the time when the company commander BoilerTech1 Williams was yelling at me because I failed to put my unwashed dungarees in the laundry when BAM!, I’m now in boot camp!  It’s the year 1983 and I’m in boot camp.  Again?? No way, I don’t want to go through this experience again.  I walk into the head (that’s what they call bathrooms in the Navy), look in the mirror, and am shocked at what I see.  I look exactly like what I looked like in 1983.  I see John Camp in one of the toilet stalls.  Didn’t he and I have a thing during basic? Now I remember, it was late at night, I go into the head to piss, and there he is with his big cock, he wants me to suck him off, it’s going to be another four weeks until his wife shows up for graduation and he can’t take the pressure in his balls anymore.  So I … wait, I don’t want to relive this crap.  This really is too much, I put my hand on my head in the area like last time, close my eyes and think about the year 1986 and BAM!, it happens again.  I’m back in my dorm room, it’s 9am.  Now I’m really getting a headache, put my hand on my head and start to think about the year — when BAM! it happens again and I’m back on the table in the shack room at Garlock.  The two goons are there also.  One of them speaks.

“My name is Martin.  We are not from your solar system.  We are here to observe only.  You shouldn’t have intruded on us but since you did we had no choice but to use you in our experiments.  You cannot travel back to any time where you are under the age of 18 Earth years. Your physical appearance will match the age you would be at the time of arrival.  You will no longer age past 24 Earth years for all of eternity.  You cannot travel into the future, only to where you would be normally.  Your brain has been implanted with a biological wafer that interfaces with our equipment, it will be another 5000 years before Earth men develop such technology.  Now get back to work.”  BAM!, I’m back in the dorm room, it’s June 6, 1986, 9am.  Now what?  Where do I go?  I think about Richard.  It was a year ago when we met at the Powerhouse bar on Folsom St. in San Francisco.  I put my hand on my head and think about that time when BAM! and it happens…

The date is now Thursday, June 6, 1985, one year ago.  Just completed the long drive up Interstate 5.  I’m headed West on 580 towards 80 and the Bay Bridge.  I’ll be in San Francisco in 45 minutes.  There’s a motel on 7th Street where I’ll stay.  I have the whole trip planned.  For the rest of the day I’ll sightsee, go to an Italian restaurant in North Beach, then turn in for the night.  I brought my bike, on Friday I plan on riding over the Golden Gate Bridge in the morning to Sausalito where I’ll find a place to eat along Alexander Avenue.  By the time I get back to the motel it’s 3pm.  Maybe take a quick nap (the bike ride was rather exhausting), eat a light dinner, the bar cruising starts at 10:30pm.

I shower again and feeling anxious.  But I have no reason to feel this way, I’ve been cruising the leather bars for a year now.  Success rate has been 100%, I go to a bar at 10:30pm, no later than 1am I’m fucking a guy at his place, tonight will be no different.  I put on my best 501’s and a dress shirt.  I wear what some guy called “cum fuck me boots”, not sure what was on his mind, they’re just a pair of really nice hiking trail boots.  I think I look great!  The walk to the Powerhouse takes 20 minutes.  I smell the stale cigarette smoke and alcohol as I walk past the leather curtains hanging at the entrance.  I’m in the Powerhouse Bar in San Francisco, the date is now June 7, 1985.  This isn’t the first time I’ve been here though.  I think of Matt.

Are you surprised I knew Matt? Yes, he and I were brief lovers and it was wonderful.  I seem to have the unfortunate habit of falling for the guy who is standing behind the bar and I fell for Matt.  He was really into me also.  I just can’t believe it, I was with Matt , wow do I want to relive that again?  Here’s exactly how it happened a few months prior:

By the time I met Matt I had developed buckets and buckets of self-confidence from everything I had done the past two years, I wasn’t so much a transformed person as I was perfected – that’s really what I was then.  A perfected man.  This exists in every person but seldom is expressed.  It takes a lot of hard work, determination, circumstances, good genes, income, what existed was the Sigma of many factors.  I was really on top of the world physically and in my appearance.  When I walked into the Powerhouse and saw Matt, I knew what I had to do.  He was at the end of the bar so I walked over to his end and ordered a beer.  Something in a bottle.  He’s sort of doing a double-take on me as he gets my beer, he’s not used to seeing men like me walk into the bar.  As he hands me the beer, I give him $10, a slip of paper with my name and hotel number, lean over like we know each other, I know I have an audience and say to Matt, “You look great.  Do you have a boyfriend? I’ll be sitting on the bench over there watching you and enjoying the show.  Hope you have a great evening.”  And then I smile and walk away.  The seed has been planted.  Later it will happen again in a different form.

The following afternoon I’m in my hotel room when the phone rings.  It’s Matt.  I can tell he’s horny by the way he’s breathing.  “Hi Bob, here I am thinking about you and what you said the other day, can I come over?  I’d really like to see you.”  I know what’s on his mind.  He arrives half an hour later.  As soon as he’s inside we immediately start to kiss.  He’s not a big man and he’s older also, like in his early 30’s? Usually I don’t fool around with guys this old.  But Matt is different.  He’s really sexual and also very handsome, like strikingly so.  Haven’t I seen you before?  Yes, like on television.  Wow, you have been on television.  But who cares, let’s just take off all our clothes and climb into bed.

I look into his face and see a total masculine man looking back.  In a way he’s selfishly sexual, everything he does to me is for his own sexual gratification, not mine.  And yet we seem to mesh so perfectly, his dick totally turns me on, it’s veiny with a huge shaft, my god, looking at Matt’s dick really turns me on.  He rims my ass which is something seldom done, I do like how it feels and can tell he’s really turned on by my body.  He says he wants to fuck and brought condoms.  He fucks me in several positions, pulls out, takes off the condom, and jacks off on my chest, squirting several strong streams of cum on me which tastes good.  We just had a really hot sexual experience.

I figure by the time I met Matt he was already infected with HIV. You can see his obituary in the BayAreaReporter archives.  Years later I’m at a party in the home of the co-owner of the Powerhouse up on Twin Peaks and see Matt’s ashes on the fireplace mantle.  Some kind of small marble box with his name on top. Will people who read this now understand who I am?  Seriously.  If I told you I was a time traveler, would you believe me?  Speaking of the BAR, I should have picked up a copy because tonight at the Powerhouse on Folsom Street in San Francisco is a special night – Underwear Competition!

Once inside the Powerhouse I get a beer, wink at the bartender (he’s a real cutie, may have to put the moves on him later if things don’t work out), and then sit on the bench seat in the corner where I can look at who is walking in and who’s at the bar.  It’s a perfect location for watching. Mr. Marcus is at the bar, a writer for the BAR, tired old queen fart, barf.  Somebody is setting up a stage for the competition.  Richard walks in and rocks my world.

He walks up to the bar and buys two beers.  He walks back to where I’m sitting, hands me a beer, and introduces himself.  “I’m Richard.  And you are?”  I introduce myself.  We talk for awhile.  He has a degree from Stanford, something to do with urban planning.  Not sure how that works.  He’s originally from the East Coast.  He seems to know the area where I’m from.  He went to the Hill School in Pottstown.  “Are you here for the competition?  I’d sure like to see you get on the stage and win first prize.”  I’m starting to dislike the guy, he may in fact be creepy.  I’m thinking of playing a few games of pinball and get away from this man.  I think he senses he went in the wrong direction and we talk about something else.  He shows me a newspaper clipping from the BAR, it’s an ad for the Campus Theater, the same disgusting place I visited two years prior.  He thinks he’s going to have a good time there looking at hot looking men dance on stage between porn movies.  Am I supposed to be turned on by you showing me your plans for later in the evening?  I’m not.  Really, the only reason I haven’t moved to the bar and talk to the cutie behind the counter is because Richard does have a couple of things going for him.

I can see he has a hairy chest, dark chest hair is spilling out from the top of his shirt.  He’s incredibly handsome, has a nice ass, I detect a nice bulge in his crotch area, I like what I see.  He then comments on the clothes I’m wearing.  “You don’t look like somebody who goes to leather bars often, it’s unusual to see men wearing a dress shirt.”  Now I’m pissed and get ready to leave.  The SF Eagle is just a few blocks away, maybe I’ll have better luck there, this guy is creepy.  Richard senses he hasn’t said the right thing to me.  “Would you be interested in coming back to my place? I live on Portola at the top of Market Street.  I have a car.”  Hmmmm.  An offer.  Interesting.  Why not? It’s an offer, that’s why I came here, I agree and we leave for his place.

The car ride to Richard’s place is uneventful.  By this time I’m familiar with the layout of San Francisco.  When Richard said he lived on Portola I knew exactly the location, nice area.  Once inside his home I’m struck by the magnificent view out of his living room window.  Wow, this is like something from a movie, I had no idea people could live like this.  There’s a Steinway grand in the living room.  It’s not just a piece of furniture either.  I ask Richard to play me something which he does.  Chopin.  Can you imagine that?, we just came from a South of Market leather bar stinking of cigarette smoke and now I’m listening to somebody play Waltz in C Sharp Minor.  There’s obviously a lot more to this man.  Maybe that’s the way it is with all people.  I’m starting to feel something for this guy but the best is yet to happen.

I’m nervous now because I really don’t know what to do with this man.  I have no idea what he’s into.  He walks up behind me and pats me on the backside.  That was ok but weird also.  Perhaps kind of passive.  I have to take this evening and man in a whole different direction.  And yes, once again I have to be the one who has the “take charge” attitude so I … BAM!

I’m back in Garlock, in the shack, Martin and the other goon are there, I’m in a chair now.  Nothing more.  Martin says to me, “We’ve been watching you.  The whole time.  Just be aware that the human you call Richard is HIV+ and knows he is.  He doesn’t want to infect you.  If you do become infected, your immortality will cease and will age naturally.  Now get back to work.”  BAM!