Author: admin

  • A Gift?

    He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one – a regular support group meeting on depression in men held at a local church hall – for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was. Handsome and sad looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants.

    I don’t know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and that earring helped define that apartness. He just didn’t fit in with what seemed to be a conservative crowd.

    It was weeks before I got a glint into why he was there. For once I’d gotten to the meeting early – before he had – and I saw him enter the room. He was leaning heavily on a cane as he entered, his left leg appearing to be almost useless. And then I saw that his right arm hung limply at his side as well, as he shuffled to his seat. I turned and asked the man next to me if he knew the gentlemen who had just made this painful entry and long struggle to his usual seat.

    ‘That’s Tim,’ he said. ‘Tim Malloy. Guess you noticed that he has a limp and a problem with that arm of his.’

    ‘Yes, How, if I may ask . . .’

    ‘Automobile accident. Killed the man he was living with and left him in this condition. Guess that’s why he comes here. Guess the combined loss is what sent him into depression.’

    It took me three more weeks to build up the courage, but I finally hung around after a Thursday meeting, waiting for the room to clear. Tim, of course, was waiting as well, not wanting to get between anyone else and the exit and thus impede their effort to get on with their lives with some speed.

    ‘Excuse me,’ I said as I encountered him struggling out of the pew. ‘You are Tim Malloy, aren’t you?’

    ‘Yes, yes, I am,’ he responded in a rich, low baritone voice. ‘And you’re that college kid who’s been monitoring our class, aren’t you?’

    ‘That’s right. I’m Dennis. I just wondered if you are free and could catch a cup of coffee with me this evening.’

    Tim looked a little surprised at the invitation, but he responded with a little, wry smile. ‘Yes, I guess I could do that. I have nothing but time on my hands now.’

    Tim didn’t even ask where we were going, and didn’t even notice that I had worked my way back to near the university grounds, in a residential area, until I was parking.

    ‘There’s a coffee shop around here?’ he asked, as I turned off the engine. ‘I hope it’s not far. I can’t move too . . .’

    ‘I thought we might as well just come back to my place,’ I said. ‘I make a good pot of coffee – certainly cheaper. And, no, it’s on the ground floor. Just over there. I’m sure we can manage, if you’ll let me help you.’

    Tim seemed a little self-conscious about my supporting him to my front door, all tense and apologetic. But I did my best to help him feel he was doing most of the work in moving himself.

    As we sat at the table, leaning over cups of hot coffee and a plate of cookies, I managed to get him to open up to me. I didn’t say anything about being curious because I needed to collect case stories, but I’m sure that’s what he thought I was doing – collecting case studies and giving back pat advice from the textbooks I was reading. In this, I couldn’t help but thinking that he was being incredible patient and tolerant with me. He either was a very nice man or he was so clinically depressed that he had no pride left.

    I could see his eyes moisten up as he, eventually, told me about his accident and the lover of his who had been killed in the car wreck. Getting to this point, however, admitting to me that he was gay and that his lover had been a man, seemed to be his greatest hurdle in our conversation. Once he saw that I didn’t react negatively to that information, his story just gushed out of him. All of the loneliness had been bottling him up, and I could see the tension melt away from him in having someone to tell of his tragedy.

    ‘And how long ago was this accident?’ I asked

    ‘Two years. Two years, two months, and three days ago.’ It flowed out in such sadness and despair. His hazel eyes turned to me and the sadness just brimmed over in them.

    ‘And you’ve had no lover since then?’

    ‘Of course not,’ Tim said, with a snort. ‘Look at this leg. Look at this arm. Useless. I’m useless. Who would have me now?’

    I looked deeply into his eyes, drinking in all of the despair I saw there. Then I stood up from the table and came around to his side, leaned down, and took his lips with mine, kissing him deeply and searchingly. He was in shock and immobile at first, but then his lips quivered and were devouring my mouth. A moan came up from deep within his chest. Eventually, however, he seemed to wake up and pulled abruptly away from me.

    ‘Oh God, I’m sorry,’ he stammered. ‘I shouldn’t have . . . you shouldn’t have . . .’

    I shushed him then, gently pulled him up from his chair and nearly carried him the short distance from the table to my bed. I sat him down on the end of the bed, and shushing his weak exclamations, knelt between his legs, unbuttoned his shirt and buried my face in his chest. His pecs were covered in a short, curly dusting of black- and gray-peppered hair which trailed down the front of him to his beltline. I slowly tongued through the hair and around his nipples as he sighed and whispered how I should stop and that I didn’t have to do this.

    I took a nipple in my teeth and worked it. In response, Tim gave a great shudder and wrapped his good arm around the back of my head, holding my mouth tightly to his breast. He was softly moaning and groaning, as my hands began to get busy at his belt buckle and at stripping his pants and shoes off, all the time attacking his nipples with my tongue and teeth.

    His cock was already half hard and was gigantic. I could fully understand being depressed if he hadn’t been putting that to good use for the past two years.

    After giving his cock and balls a little preliminary attention, I placed my hands on his thighs, to move his legs farther apart, preparing for the descent from his nipples of my searching mouth, when I felt him give a little cry.

    ‘Please, my leg,’ he whispered. ‘Please cover. Don’t want you to see . . .’

    I pulled away from his chest and rose on my knees and took his mouth in mine, not wanting him to have to finish that sentence. When he was calmer, I went back on my haunches, and, holding his eyes trapped in mine, I lifted his crippled leg lovingly in my hands. I slowly slid his sock off and kissed and sucked on his toes. Then I slowly worked my tongue up his leg, kissing and licking each wound crease and knot. His eyes were held by mine, mesmerize, brimming over with tears, as I kissed and tongued my way up along his tender, inner thigh and devoured his cock with my mouth – mouth sucking on bulbous cock cap; tongue tracing throbbing veins; lips caressing up and down the sides of his huge dick; soft mouth taking him in, slowly to his full length and width; holding it there, deep-throated for an eternity, while it pulsated in the warm, wet, tightly clinging sheath; filling out to capacity; and, finally, spasming out two years worth of pent up cum.

    Tim had flopped onto his back and was groaning in ecstasy and release. I swallowed his cum, cleaned off his cock with my tongue and came up on the bed beside him. I suspended my head above his and gently played his nipples with my fingers as I once more stared intensely into his eyes. They looked different now. Not nearly so bleak and despaired.

    ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you,’ he was whispering to me. I placed a finger on his lips to put a stop to this and then leaned my head down and gave him a brief tender kiss. Then I raised my head again, and once again took his eyes with mine; he lay there, drinking me in with waves of love, as my fingers returned to playing with his nipples and in his chest hair.

    I could tell he was building up to saying something he’d had to think hard about – and it took him several minutes to get to the point of being able to speak again.

    ‘Would you like to fuck me?’ he finally asked hesitatingly in that low, melodious baritone of his. ‘I know I’m no longer attractive, but it’s all I can give to you for what you gave to me.’

    I pondered the magnificence of what he was offering me for a moment.

    ‘Is that what your Tony did? Did he fuck you?’

    ‘No,’ Tim answered. ‘I was always the top with Tony. But I know I can’t go back there. All of my Tonys are in the past.’

    I stood up from the bed, below him, then and slowly stripped off my clothes. I could see the intake of breath when Tim saw how I was equipped. I was big and thick, but not nearly as big as he was. But I could see the fear and apprehension, mixed with resignation and, yes, just a slight sense of interest and anticipation in his eyes as I moved over to my nightstand, removed a tube of lubricant, and came back to stand before him.

    ‘You’ll have to spread this leg, I’m afraid,’ he murmured apologetically. ‘It really has a mind of his own, and I need to be open much wider if I’m going to take that in.’

    I was stroking my cock with the lubricant to bring me to a higher arousal, but also, which he hadn’t noticed, I was pushing large gobs of the lube back to my asshole, preparing for my plan.

    ‘Don’t need your legs wide for this,’ I answered. ‘In fact, need them more together.’

    With that, I came back down to the bed beside him and started sliding lube up and down on his gargantuan tool, which was already returning to full staff from the earlier attention I’d given it.

    ‘What? What are do doing?’ Tim stammered. ‘No, no, you’ve been wonderful. I can’t let . . .’

    I moved on top of him, straddling his hips between my knees and once more brought my mouth to his to stop his spewing of depressed self-pity. I positioned my asshole over his yardstick and slowly descended, bringing him into me. Up, up, skin sliding on skin, mushroom cap making love to undulating ass canal walls.

    Tim arched his chest up and his head back and screamed ‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Y-e-s-s-s’ As his chest came up, my lips reattached to his nipples, in turn, and gave deep suck. He writhed in ecstasy under me as I pumped him and, alternatively, held him in me deep and rotated my pelvis around, making love to all sides of the huge tool of his. He had the fist of his good hand wrapped around my penis like it was a joystick in a racing car, and we shoot off nearly simultaneously.

    I collapsed on top of him, and we both lay there, glistening and heaving chest against glistening and heaving chant, neither able to speak for several moments. Panting. Sighing. Both lost in fulfilled arousal.

    ‘Thank you, thank you,’ Tim was whispering. A broken record of self-pity once more under the needle.

    ‘No, it is I who thank you,’ I said firmly through lips plastered to the crook of his neck.

    ‘I don’t understand. You have given me such a great gift. And I don’t deserve. . .’

    ‘No!’ I exclaimed more loudly. ‘The gift was to me from you. Even before I saw that huge dick of yours, which is enough gift in itself, I wanted you. I wanted you in me. From the first day I saw you sitting there in the pew in front of me, I have wanted you to fuck me.’

    Tim started to cry, and I kissed away his tears. ‘You aren’t my class project,’ I continued. ‘You are a gorgeous hunk. Your dick isn’t crippled, is it? Obviously not.’ And then we both laughed, releasing the pent-up tension.

    And when we were spent from laughing, ‘And speaking of gifts,’ I said. ‘Could you gift me with another fuck right now?’

    ‘Could we wait just a few more minutes,’ Tim asked in that deep, rich baritone of his. ‘It’s been so long, I need more time to reload.’

    ‘Oh, all right,’ I answered in mock derision, ‘But only if you’ll keep your dance card open for me next Thursday night.’

    ‘I’m not sure I’ll need to be going to those meetings very many more Thursday nights, but I’m sure I can arrange to be free next Thursday.’

    I felt his cock coming back to life within me, so I lowered my chest to his chest and my lips to his lips again then and went up ever so slightly on my haunches, so that my ass was held a few inches above his pelvis. Then, for a good twenty minutes Tim showed me that there was nothing wrong with his hip and glut muscles as he pumped that huge cock of his up into me in long and short, electrifying, cum-filled strokes.


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  • Travelers

    Day One (Monday) — St. Thomas Island

    Sunday was a grueling day with the long flight to San Juan and getting settled into the ship. This wasn’t my first time in the islands but it was one that I needed the most, for reasons that serve no purpose in this story. I grabbed a bite to eat in the Windjammer Cafe and explored part of the ship then went back to my cabin to unpack my bags. Tired as I was, I couldn’t go to bed till after the lifeboat drill that I thought they always held too late in the evening.

    Fortunately, it was done very efficiently and I returned to my cabin to retire early and get rested up for the adventure that lay ahead. Little did I know what an adventure it would be. I stood out on the balcony for a long time, gazing at the gently rolling black sea swirling away from the side of the ship. I vowed that I would have a good time on this trip and go back with a new and refreshed outlook on my life. I could not know how much my life would change.

    I saw him for the first time the next morning on St. Thomas, walking along the dock away from the ship as I was returning after checking out the jewelry shops at dock-side. The first thing that attracted my attention was his legs. He had beautiful legs. Big, thick, powerful thighs that stuck out of his jeans shorts that strained against the bulging muscles. I eyed the way his muscles flexed and leapt with each step. He walked with determination, with great, long strides, much resembling a strong, young stallion. The rest of him not to be ignored, from there I quickly took in his upper body before he passed by me. He was wearing a thin, white T-shirt that stretched over the heavy musculature of his wide shoulders and his thick chest. I could only imagine what he looked like out of his shirt with his big, steak-sized pecs standing naked and proud.

    I resisted the temptation to turn and follow him, or even to turn around and look after we had passed each other by. I only prayed that we would run into each other again. I looked around to see if Carnival’s ship was docked. It wasn’t. Ours was the only ship in the harbor, which meant the big stud was on it. Still, with over twenty-five hundred passengers aboard, chances were slim that I would see him again. But my luck was with me, as I found out later in the evening. We both had the early seating in the same dining room.

    I saw him come in, looking stunning in his tux. He looked like a model. I was surprised that he came in alone but he went to a table for eight and I thought he might be meeting someone. I watched to see if he joined anyone in particular at the table, or if anyone else came in to join him. No one did that I could tell. I was at a table for four so it was difficult to stray away from the conversation without being rude, but I did manage to get some glimpses of the young man, too handsome for his own good. I was good-looking and well-built myself but this guy’s looks were almost criminal.

    I thought it curious that such a stud didn’t appear to be with anyone but he seemed very personable and was having a good time with the other guests at his table. Better than I was, with the older couple and their young grand daughter. She was about sixteen, gorgeous and sexy, and obvious to the trained eye, hot to trot. She kept looking at me and by the time dinner was over I decided I could have thrown her across the table and fucked her eyeballs out.

    We made casual if strained conversation and I was careful not to mention my cabin number or even the deck I was on. I made mental note to keep all distance between us. After dinner I kept in as close proximity as I could as the handsome, young stud as he walked down the promenade, without appearing to be following him. I hoped to have cause to speak to him, if only to make eye contact. I did, but it wasn’t successful beyond that. All I got was a smile that left me weak in the knees. That night, though, I was able to pull him into my dreams.

    Day Two (Tuesday) — St. Maartens Island

    The next morning I showered and put on a pair of khaki hiking shorts that I’d had shortened to reveal more thigh, and a dark blue T-shirt and hiking boots. I was traveling alone too, but I wanted to look as studly as possible. I checked myself in the mirror before I left, satisfied that I looked studly enough to draw my share of attention, although I didn’t know from who, or to what end for that matter. My cabin attendant, Paco, was in the hallway when I came out.

    ‘You’re looking sharp this morning, Mr. Covington,’ he said with his bright smile. He was drop-dead cute, maybe in his early twenties, with dark olive skin and snappy black eyes.

    ‘Thanks, I just hope its good enough,’ I joked.

    Paco laughed and I went on down the corridor in search of my improbable dream. Despite my dreams of the young stud I certainly wouldn’t fight Paco off if he tried to force himself on me. But there were strict rules against the ship’s staff or crew socializing with the passengers.

    I checked out the Windjammer where I thought my dream stud would probably be having breakfast but I never saw him. After breakfast I went on an island tour that I had scheduled, then took the Atlantis submarine dive. It was an awesome experience but I kept wishing that The Stud was there with me. I would wish that everywhere I went, everywhere I looked. And why not, since fate had thrown us together on the sane ship, both alone?

    I took in the market shops to pick up some things for my parents and nieces and nephews and friends. I wanted to get that out of the way early on. I got brave and against all advice, ate at a small local cafe on the island, both food and drink, and I prayed I wouldn’t come down with some terrible disease.

    I saw him again as I was returning to the ship late in the afternoon. He was getting off of a scuba boat tour. He didn’t see me but I watched him at a safe distance behind, as both of us were walking back to the ship. He had an awesome butt packed into his shorts and his heavily muscled shoulders looked even broader in his damp tank-top, and his thighs thicker, if that were possible. His ham-string muscles bulged with each step. I lost track of him in the crowd of passengers re-boarding but I saw him again in the Windjammer….he hadn’t changed clothes….and we made eye contact again for a brief second. Every little bit helps, I thought. I felt that fate must be with me when I saw him later in the health club. He was in the free-weights section and I took a treadmill where I could watch him in the ceiling-to-floor mirrors.

    He had changed into a pair of dark blue athletic shorts and a yellow tank top, both designed to reveal a lot of muscle. He worked out with the solitary intensity of a body-builder. His muscles were soon glistening with sweat, even in the air-conditioned room. The sight of him left me so weak, I couldn’t muster the courage to approach him.

    Later, I went to a show and had a drink at the Schooner Bar, every moment searching for the young stud. As I lay out on my balcony later I wondered what cabin he was in, on what deck…and what a shame it was that we were both alone and yet so apart.

    Day Three (Wednesday) — Antiqua Island

    I thought I should try to prevent the handsome stud from becoming an obsession with me but my first waking thoughts were of him, wishing that he was waking up beside me. I imagined all sorts of other things, and it was driving me nuts. It could even ruin my cruise.

    I had no particular plans for the day in Antiqua except to see the downtown and maybe take a taxi tour of the island. I wasn’t on any schedule and was in no rush so I walked around the ship first. I found him on the basketball court. He was the only one on the court. His athletic prowess, his graceful, yet quick, powerful moves were a thing if beauty. I stood and watched him for a moment, the muscles in his thighs bulging and leaping with his quick movements, his calves bulging as he powered himself up for the shot. His bare upper body glistened in the sunlight. He was an absolutely beautiful young man, slim-hipped with a taper upward and outward to his wide back and powerful shoulders. I loved the way his lats spread out like bat wings as he raised his arms to take the shot and the well-defined, finger-like muscles that wrapped half way around his rib cage. His thick pecs bounced solidly as he landed like a cat on the balls of his feet, and his tight abs pulled and flexed as he took the next shot. When he came down he noticed me watching him.

    ‘Hey, do you wanta play some one-on-one?’ he asked, standing with his feet set wide apart and the ball held on one hip.

    I always admired guys with that courage to invite competitiveness. I took a moment, I think for the words to reach my ears, for me to realize that he was talking to me.

    ‘Sure,’ I said, without wondering how I might stack up against the guy’s athletic ability. I already wore shorts and I skinned off my T-shirt because I figured he expected me to. I didn’t quite match the guy’s muscularity but I had nothing to be ashamed of in baring my muscles.

    He gave me what I took to be an appreciative look; it was nothing more. The sport forced us together in muscle-against-muscle closeness; I not only felt his warm, hard, sweaty muscles against my own, I got to smell him. It was a heady smell of fresh sweat and overall maleness. He beat me but it wasn’t a hands-down defeat. I was pleased with my performance against him, even more pleased for the opportunity to finally meet him, and flattered that he counted me his competition.

    ‘You’re good,’ he said casually as we came off the court. It wasn’t a compliment as much as a simple statement of fact.

    ‘But not good enough to beat you,’ I said.

    ‘It was just a game,’ he said. ‘Well, I gotta take a shower,’ he said with a friendly smile as he looked at his watch.

    He had a smile that melted my defenses, if I had any left at all. ‘Are you going to take a tour today?’ I asked quickly before he got away.

    ‘Yeah, I’m taking a Jeep safari. How about you?’

    ‘Nothing planned,’ I said. ‘I saw you coming back from scuba diving yesterday.’

    ‘It was great. Hey, do you want to come along today?’ he asked eagerly.

    I was too suddenly excited at first to answer. Was this fate working in my favor, or playing tricks on me?

    ‘If I can still get a ticket, sure, I’d like to come,’ I said.

    ‘You don’t need a ticket. It’s not a ship-sponsored thing. You just rent a Jeep, they give you a map and you go. I’ve got a Jeep reserved all to myself.’

    ‘Maybe you would rather go alone,’ I said, remembering that he was traveling by himself, and maybe for a reason.

    ‘No, I would like the company,’ he said. ‘My name’s Tuck Stoner by the way,’ he added, putting out his hand.

    ‘Brad Covington,’ I said. He had a good grip, big hands ‘Tuck…is that your real name?’ I asked.

    ‘Yep. I’ve spent my life trying to live it down,’ he said, laughing, his rock-hard abs dancing and rippling with his laughter.

    ‘It’s nothing to live down. It’s more a name you have to live up to. I like it,’ I said.

    ‘Do you want to meet at the Windjammer, then we can take off from there,’ he said.

    We met at the Windjammer for lunch. The only table was for two. It was a little cramped under the table for two men our size but I didn’t mind. Tuck didn’t seem to get upset either when our bare legs touched. He simply drew his legs away, as if it was no big deal. We talked the usual small talk; where we were from, what we did, what deck we were on, what land tours we had taken. He was from Nebraska, a second-year student at the university, in sociology and physical education and studying sports medicine. It followed that he must be nineteen or twenty years old.

    ‘It sounds like you’re covering all bases,’ I said.

    ‘It doesn’t hurt to have a day job,’ he said. ‘Most high schools don’t have just a Phys Ed teacher anymore. You have to specialize in something else. I’m not a big fan of the classroom atmosphere so I hope to become a coach or sports trainer, but I’ll have sociology to fall back on.’

    After lunch we headed out to pick up our Jeep. The safari was exciting, as was Tuck himself. He drove up the mountain, giving me the opportunity to watch his tanned, muscular legs sticking most of the way out of his shorts, bulging and leaping when he shifted gears or braked and his calves bulging out of the tops of his socks. At the top of the mountain we went for a short hike then stopped off at a tiny cafe and had something cold to drink before we headed back.

    At his insistence I drove back and we laughed like a couple of high school kids going back down the mountain. I enjoyed his company and I think he enjoyed mine.

    Back at the ship, Tuck suggested we meet at the Schooner Bar for a drink after dinner, after we changed out of our dinner clothes. I was more than happy to accept, his second invitation. I skipped dessert and after-dinner conversation and went to my room to change. I put on a pair of white shorts that contrasted sharply with my tan, and a dark blue knit shirt. He arrived at the Schooner just as I was walking up. We took a table in the curve of a corner overlooking the sea. We ordered and Tuck was the first to get his ship card out to pay. I reached for mine but he told me firmly to put it back.

    ‘I still owe you for half the Jeep rental,’ I reminded him.

    ‘You don’t owe me anything,’ he said flatly. ‘I was glad to have your company.’

    ‘Fine, but you don’t have to pay for my company,’ I said. But he still wouldn’t let me pay. He asked about my table companions.

    ‘Well, I’m with a rather naive, middle-aged couple with a young daughter who would like to throw me across the table and rape me,’ I said. ‘I’m keeping my distance.’

    He laughed. ‘We’ve got a couple of babes like that at our table. They’re not excessively bold, I think out of respect for the two older couples, but they’re sure sending out the vibes.’

    ‘I noticed you seem to be traveling alone,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah.’ His answer was short, almost curt, and I was afraid I had said something out of line. Then he went on. ‘Actually, this was supposed to be my honeymoon but my fiance backed out at the last minute. I got dumped at the alter.’

    ‘Wow! That’s got to be tough!’ I said.

    ‘I would rather it be this way than to find out later that she regretted getting married,’ he said.

    ‘I won’t even ask what happened.’

    ‘It wouldn’t do any good. I don’t know myself,’ he said.

    ‘She just changed her mind, no explanation or anything?’ I asked.

    ‘She said she would explain sometime. Not that I give a dam now, except that I am curious why she practically ran to one of my best friends for solace. My dad urged me to go ahead and take the cruise since it was already paid for. I tried to get him and mom to go but they insisted that I needed to be away by myself.’

    ‘Well parents are usually right. I hope its working.’

    ‘I am enjoying the cruise,’ he said. ‘More since you and I sort of teamed up.’

    I hadn’t realized that we had teamed up but I was glad that’s the way he saw it and happy to go along with it. Our legs kept touching under the small cocktail table. Tuck drew one leg up and laid it across the other. His tanned leg was a beautiful sight by itself. But then our knees touched. He would move his then I would move mine again, till he laughed and said, ‘What do you say we don’t worry about it.’

    So we didn’t and I wondered if anyone took notice of two very masculine men rubbing knees under the table.

    ‘You seem to be traveling alone, too,’ Tuck said.

    ‘Yes, but it’s nothing like your situation,’ I said.

    ‘I hope you’re having a good time.’

    ‘It’s more enjoyable going on the land tours with someone I don’t know,’ I said.

    ‘I’ve got a jungle trek planned for tomorrow morning, then I’m spending the afternoon at the beach,’ he said. ‘It’s a trip out to some island on a catamaran.’ The way he said it was like he was inviting me, even expecting me to come along.

    ‘The beach sounds relaxing but the jungle trek sounds a bit rugged,’ I said. My response was made to sound like I was accepting his invitation, if he was inviting me.

    ‘They said it’s for the young and athletic. You could handle it,’ he said.

    ‘I saw you working out the other morning. It doesn’t look like you miss too many workouts,’ I said.

    ‘Thanks. You either,’ he said, giving me an admiring look up and down. From anyone else it might have had some hidden meaning but that’s all it was from him, an admiring look.

    ‘I try,’ I said.

    There was a short lull in the conversation and I was looking at Tuck. He cocked his head with a smiling frown, like ‘what?’

    ‘I was just thinking what a stupid woman your fiance is, or was,’ I said.

    Tuck laughed, embarrassed.

    ‘You’re certainly not going to have any trouble finding a woman to be your wife,’ I said.

    ‘Thanks, but I have to go through all the courtship again.’

    ‘Like that would be such a chore,’ I scoffed.

    ‘I’m not going to be in any rush to find another woman,’ he said. ‘Actually, we were both too young. I’m giving myself plenty of time this time.’

    It was Tuck who said he needed to go to his cabin. I hated to part company. I wanted to invite him to my cabin but I was afraid it would appear too obvious, especially since we had just spent the evening together.’

    ‘Hey, you never said for sure; is the jungle trek on for tomorrow,’ he asked as he was getting up from the table.

    ‘Sure.’

    In my mind I began to make plans for the remaining days and nights of the cruise. I could not let this opportunity go by without at least trying.

    ‘I’m going to make the rounds of the night clubs this evening, do you want to come along,’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah, sounds like fun,’ I said, but I was instantly uneasy. Tuck would, by his nature, be on the lookout for women, and he would have no trouble finding them. I didn’t know how I would handle a situation with a woman; it’d been so long. But I went, just to be with Tuck.

    He was fun to be with, laughing and joking with everyone around him. Maybe he was overcompensating for his situation, but he made everyone around him happy.

    Paco, the cabin attendant, was sill working when I returned to my cabin.

    ‘Don’t you ever get any time off?’ I asked.

    ‘I’m off just as soon as I stow all of this stuff,’ he said.

    ‘What do you do with your time off?’ I asked. ‘Do the crew members ever go to the shows, or off on the islands?’ I figured he had already seen everything there was to see on the islands; that he was probably from one of them.

    ‘Oh, sure, but I’ve seen the show so many times and they don’t want us taking up seats all the time.’

    Suddenly it dawned on me. I didn’t know this boy and he didn’t know me except as a crew and passenger. I would never see him again after the cruise was over, nor anyone else on the ship. And he was incredibly cute and sexy. I was surprised how easily I asked him if he wanted to come to my cabin for a drink when he was off duty. He gave me a surprised, curious smile.

    ‘I don’t want to get you into trouble. I know you’re not supposed to socialize with the passengers’

    ‘No, I’m not. But, it is my job to make my passengers happy, so….’ He laughed softly and his tone was one of acceptance.

    ‘I can sneak you in and out when no one is in the hallway,’ I said.

    ‘Okay, I would be happy to. Give me twenty minutes. I need to stow this stuff then shower and change out of my uniform.’

    I didn’t know if anything would develop but there seemed to be that understanding between us and I prepared the room for any eventuality. I took the chocolates off the pillow and turned the bed down the rest of the way as a subtle invitation, then pulled the drapes back and opened the door to the balcony. I tried several lighting combinations till I finally settled on the vanity lights only, at least to start out. If it turned out that I needed mood, then I would use the bathroom light with the door partially opened. Then I put on a pair of yellow shorts and sprayed on a few shots of body splash.

    Paco showed up at my door wearing white shorts and a dark blue T-shirt that hugged his tight, muscular torso like a gentle second skin. His shorts hugged his muscular thighs and bulged nicely in front with his manhood. He looked up and down the hall before he slipped into my room.

    ‘I don’t think anybody saw me,’ he said.

    ‘If they did, tell them I sent for you,’ I said. ‘Go ahead, get comfortable,’ I added as I turned to fill the glasses with ice.

    He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his legs splayed wide apart, as if to display his wares.

    ‘You can take off your shirt if you want to,’ I told him.

    ‘Uh-oh, I think I know where this is headed,’ he said.

    ‘Where?’ I asked with a twinkling smile.

    ‘Can I use your bathroom for a minute,’ he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

    After a few minutes I heard the toilette flush and then the door opened and Paco stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his briefs! Very brief, tiny briefs. ‘Is this heading in the right direction?’ he asked with a mischievous grin.

    I was amazed at his boldness, but also delighted. ‘You are DEFINITELY heading in the right direction, ‘I said emphatically as I drank in the sight of his young manly beauty.

    He laughed.

    ‘Dam, you’re beautiful when you laugh,’ I said.

    ‘Oh, yeah?’

    ‘Yes, the way your stomach muscles dance.’

    He laughed again for me. The kid was beauty in motion as he walked around the small glass coffee table to the bed. His lean, muscular legs rippled and his abs twisted and danced with each step. His pecs were like slabs of dark marble.

    ‘I didn’t know how comfortable you wanted me, so I left these on,’ he said, standing beside the bed in his briefs.

    ‘How did you know what direction I was headed?’ I asked as I ran my hand up his thigh. It was like a warm, marble column.

    ‘Radar,’ he said. ‘When someone invites me for a drink then to get more comfortable, it usually means that.’

    I ran my hand on around to his butt and he tightened the muscles for me. They felt like a pair of bowing balls inside his shorts. His shorts were very tiny briefs. The sewn-in pouch bulged with his young manhood which I imagined might be out of proportion to the rest of his body. I ran my hand over the warm bulge then squeezed it and I knew he was going to be a lot out of proportion.

    ‘Go ahead, take them off if you want to,’ he said.

    I leaned up and tugged at the sides and pulled his briefs down off his hips. His abs flowed right down to the hair around his cock, the root nestled in the dark bush. I pulled them half way down his thighs before his cock fell out and swung free like a sleeping anaconda.

    ‘Wow!’ I exclaimed softly. He was beautifully out of proportion. His cock was something that belonged on a man twice his size. He laughed with modest appreciation and put his hand on his hips as if to offer himself fully for my inspection and adoration.

    ‘How the hell did you get so big?’ I asked

    He shrugged. ‘It just keeps growing,’ he said.

    ‘I thought the men down here were built smaller.’

    He laughed again, tossing his head back cockily. ‘That’s a myth, I think, just because we’re smaller in stature. Sometimes I think people get us mixed up with the Orientals.’

    ‘Well, what you lack in physical stature, which isn’t much, you certainly make up for here,’ I said, taking his cock in my hand. ‘My God, I can barely get my hand around it.’

    ‘Just wait. It’s not completely hard yet,’ he warned with obvious pride.

    I ran my hand up his hard abs and squeezed his solid pecs. ‘Actually, you aren’t lacking anything in physical stature. You are beautiful,’ I said, looking up into his eyes.

    His eyes danced and his smile lit up that little part of the room. ‘Thank you.’

    ‘No, thank you, for coming in,’ I said. ‘Do you do this often with your passengers? You had me pegged.’

    ‘No. Very seldom,’ he said. ‘There aren’t that many guys that are worth taking the risk.’

    ‘I’m glad I’m one of them who is,’ I said. ‘I just hope I don’t get you into trouble.’

    ‘You are definitely worth the risk, otherwise I wouldn’t be here,’ he said, trailing his fingers across my chest. ‘You’re a good looking man, and very well built.’ His hand trailed down over the front of my briefs where my own cock was straining against the stretchy cotton material. ‘Why don’t you show me just how good you’re built.’

    ‘Why don’t you find out for yourself?’ I said.

    ‘I only go one way, but I don’t mind finding out for myself,’ he said as he reached down to tug at my shorts. I raised my butt up off the bed so he could take them off of me. My cock lolled thick and heavy over my balls then began to slowly swing around across my hip as it took on more firmness, and finally up over my stomach as it throbbed hard. Paco wrapped his hand around it. He had small hands and it was dwarfed by the size of my cock. ‘Very nice!’ he exclaimed with a grin. ‘Almost makes me want to go the other way.’

    ‘If you feel the urge, go ahead, no one will know,’ I said. ‘Meanwhile….’ I let my words trail off as I reached for his cock again. It stuck out from his loins at an upward angle now, throbbing and quivering and bobbing up and down, it was so hard. I was about to lean up and take him but Pcao lifted his right leg and straddled me on the bed. His muscular legs pressed into my rib cage as his big cock arched upward toward my face.

    ‘If you feel the urge, go ahead,’ he said.

    I felt the urge. I wrapped my hands around the boy’s tight, smooth butt and pulled him to me. He pushed his cock down with his thumb to aim it at my open mouth and as I took him in my mouth I wondered for the first time how old he really was. Not that it mattered. He had come into my cabin willingly, and he wasn’t an American citizen so I doubted if there were any laws against it except that he wasn’t supposed to be in a passenger’s cabin. Well, he couldn’t be underage and hold down a job on the cruise ship. His cock felt good in my mouth and he tasted wonderful. The young ones always do, and he was about the youngest I’d had. I cupped his balls, wondering how much of a load he would give me and how it would taste. Usually, it was fresh and wild and tangy-sweet from a boy his age.

    ‘Ohhhhhh,’ he moaned softly as he moved his cock back and forth over my tongue. ‘Wow! That feels so good!’

    He pressed his cock harder and harder against the back of my throat, wanting desperately for me to take his entire cock. I vowed that I would but I needed time to get used to it and let it stretch the entrance of my throat, and the position and angle weren’t right. Paco was eager and anxious and he knew the ropes. He urged me to lie flat on the bed then turned and leaned across my face in a push-up position. I tilted my head back to take his cock and it went easily into my throat.

    ‘AAwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ he cried softly.

    The position was always a risk with young guys who are in good shape; they can usually do pushups all night. I ran my hands over his body, my left hand over his chest and arms, my right hand up and down his legs and around to his flexed butt.

    After awhile he asked, ‘Do you like to get fucked?’

    ‘Yeah,’ I said around his cock.

    ‘Can I fuck you?’

    ‘Oh, yeah,’ I said.

    ‘You got a condom?’ he asked as he raised up, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and stood down on the floor.

    ‘Yes, in there,’ I said, opening the small drawer beside the bed.

    ‘You were prepared for somebody,’ he said as he found the condom and the lube, as well as ball straps, cock rings and other equipment.

    ‘I’m always prepared,’ I said.

    ‘Extra large, I see. That’s good,’ he said as he tore open the condom with is teeth.

    ‘I was hoping to get extra lucky,’ I said.

    He rolled the condom down over his cock and let the rubber ring snap around the root. Then he leaned over to get a studded cockstrap.

    ‘Do you mind?’ he asked.

    ‘No, I don’t mind.’ He was already pulling the leather strap up under his balls. He tugged it tight and snapped it at the base of his cock. ‘I love wearing these things,’ he said.

    I uncapped the lube and applied it to my ass, then to his gloved cock. He grabbed my legs and pulled me cross-ways on the bed and lifted my legs out wide.

    ‘You’ve got a great ass,’ he said as he guided his big cock toward it.

    ‘You’ve got a great cock,’ I said. The strap caused it to swell even bigger.

    ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy going in,’ he said. Then he added with a smile, ‘But once I get it in, you’re in for the ride of your life,’ he warned.

    I loved his young, arrogant confidence. It became quickly obvious that the boy knew his way around a man’s body, the way he nudged and played my asshole till it was stretched and relaxed. I wasn’t quite prepared, and I let out a gasped moan when the head of his cock popped through my hole.

    ‘Ooohhhhhhh!’

    When he entered me he didn’t give me time to get used to the thick girth of his cock, he simply shoved it in, all the way, till his loins were smashed against my spread butt. His cock went straight in, lifting my guts up from where they were nestled comfortably inside my abdomen.

    ‘AAAwwwhhhh, Goddddd!’ I cried softly.

    ‘That okay?’ he asked.

    ‘Wow!’ I gasped.

    ‘Was that a yes or no?’ he asked, laughing

    ‘Awww, fuck, yeah, it’s okay,’ I assured him.

    Everything inside me came alive with the intrusion of his huge cock. All the nerves came alive and my asshole squeezed tightly around the thick root. My insides undulated with the excitement of having the heat of his manhood buried inside me and my prostate trembled with appreciation for the massage it was getting simply by the throbbing of his meat.

    ‘Hang on,’ he said as he slowly drew his cock back till only the head was locked behind my tight sphincter muscle.

    ‘Ohhh, My Goddddd!’ I cried softly as he shoved his cock back inside me.

    ‘Yeah, it’s fuckin’ good, isn’t it?’ Paco said with a slack smile.

    ‘Yeah, fuckin’ good,’ I agreed.

    ‘You let me know any way I can make it better,’ he said.

    Paco didn’t need any help or suggestions from me. He knew every move in the book. I was amazed at his sexual athletic prowess at such a young age. Of course, maybe he did this on a regular basis, meeting new passengers every week, and he had a lot of experience. And, I didn’t really know how old he was. The more I looked at him in the face, the younger he looked; he would be an obvious and natural target for guys on the hunt for young meat.

    ‘Ohhhh…OHhhhhh…Ohhhhhh…Awww,’ I cried, in cadence with his thrusts.

    ‘Am I doing okay?’ he asked with a proud smile.

    ‘Ohhhh…Awwww, Paco…you know how to fuck,’ I moaned. ‘You don’t need any suggestions from me.’

    ‘Hell yes, Paco knows how to fuck. Paco knows how to treat his people right.’

    ‘Do you treat them all this good?’ I asked.

    ‘Those who want it,’ he said, confirming my suspicions. ‘But I gotta admit, it’s more fun with somebody like you…somebody who’s goodlooking, with muscles.’

    ‘Thanks…Awwwhhhhh, Geezusss, what’re you doing to me!’ I cried as I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders to hold on. He was twisting his slim hips around, cork-screwing his big cock in and out of me….skewering my ass with it.

    ‘You like that, huh?’

    ‘Oohhh…Awwwwwhhh, Yessssss, do it! Like that! Fuck me you little stud…fuck meeeee….!’

    He gave me a few more strokes then suddenly pulled out.

    ‘Ohh, Nooooooooo, no, don’t stop!’ I moaned. ‘Give it to me!’

    ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, laughing. ‘I’m just changing positions. Turn over.’

    I turned over on my stomach and Paco grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees. He knelt down between my legs and plugged my ass again. The new position sent a whole new set of thrills through me. The way his cock drove in at an upward angle made me shake with pleasure. Then he raised up on his haunches and drove it straight down ‘AAAAaawwwwwwwhhhhhhh!!’ I cried out.

    He kept fucking me that way, causing me to cry out with each thrust, alternating between shoving upward, and raising up and dropkicking is cock straight down. After awhile he turned me over on my back and did the same thing. I was starting to have trouble breathing; he didn’t give me time to take in a deep breath before he had me yelling again.

    ‘Turn over on your side,’ he told me.

    He lay on his side behind me and raised my left leg up out of the way. I held my leg up and he drove his cock into me again, and again. It was the perfect position for the curvature of his big cock. Not many guys are big enough to use that position. He went back to the other two positions, too, and when he was fucking me on my side once more he pulled out again and told me to lay on my back, he was going to show me something else. He stood between my legs and lifted my legs up over my body, bending me in half. Then he straddled me, facing the other way and drove his cock down into my ass again.

    ‘Awwwwhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhh…Godddd…Goddd, Paco…I never had anyone do that before.’

    ‘Then you’ll never forget who did it to you first,’ he said.

    ‘Fuck, man, I’m never gonna forget you anyway,’ I gasped.

    After he’d fucked me upside down and backwards for awhile he turned around to face me without taking his cock out and without letting my legs down. He was fucking me from the front, now, doubled in half, with my legs stretched out over my upper body. I’d never felt so completely helpless or submissive or vulnerable in my life.

    ‘I’m gonna take you over the top now,’ he said. ‘Gonna make you come.’

    ‘How do you know you can do that? How do you know I’m even close?’

    ‘Maybe you’re not but you will be,’ he said. ‘You ever eat your own come?’

    ‘I’ve tasted it,’ I said.

    ‘Open wide. I don’t want you to miss any of it,’ he said.

    With that he started fucking me again, raising his hips up and down, driving his cock straight down into me like a pile driver. The bed lurched and I grunted with each powerful thrust. He knew what he was talking about when he said he was going to make me come. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. He shoved me closer to the target with each thrust, forced me closer to insanity, till finally I felt my insides going wild with tingling excitement. It lasted for a full minute or so without letup before my trigger was finally tripped and I was coming.

    ‘Oh! Ohhh, I’m gonna come!’ I gasped.

    ‘Yeah, do it. I wanta see you come. I told you I was gonna make you shoot. Open your mouth.’ He tilted me further back so I was bent so in half that my cock was thrust right down at my face. ‘Open up and see if you suck your own cock,’ he said, pressing down on the back of my thighs.

    I was awed by what he was doing to me. I’d never sucked my own cock before…never even imagined that I could….but he was making me do it. My muscles and joints ached like hell but the pleasure was too much to complain. Paco shoved about half of my cock into my mouth. I sucked and lavered my tongue all around the head of my own cock. At the same time he was twisting his hips all around, making his big cock lob around inside me like he wanted to make sure that no part was left untouched.

    Suddenly I half grunted and half screamed and then I was coming. The stuff coursed through my cock and spurted into my mouth like a powerful fire hose. I was startled by the heat and the volume of my load. It was like Paco was draining the innermost depths of the reservoir of come. I lapped my tongue around the head of my cock, washing the hot come down with my spit, which only caused me to shoot more.

    ‘Don’t swallow it,’ Paco said. After a few more strokes he raised up, pulling his cock free of my ass and let my legs down. Then he pulled the condom off and arched over my upper body and offered me his cock. ‘Now me,’ he said. ‘I want you to make me come. It won’t take long, I’m pretty close. But keep your load in your mouth, and don’t swallow mine either.’

    I sucked him eagerly, trying not to swallow my own come, although I didn’t know why he didn’t want me to. I thought it would be sort of neat, too, to have both of our loads in my mouth and see if our semen tasted different. He gave my throat a couple dozen strokes then pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth before he started shooting his load. It was a hellacious come. Powerful and intense, and in great volume. And I could taste his youthful zest in his thick, hot semen.

    ‘Don’t swallow,’ he told me again.

    He stayed in my mouth till I had sucked out every last drop from the long, pulsating tube then he pulled it out. Now I would find out why he didn’t want me to swallow. It came as a total shock when Paco stretched out on top of me and began kissing me! It was he, Paco, the younger, who pried my lips apart and drove his tongue into my mouth. Eagerly, almost hungrily, he lashed it all around in side my mouth, swirling our come together. His tongue found mine and lashed together, mixing our come into a delicious batter. He sucked some of it out of my mouth and drove his tongue in for more. I squealed and whimpered with the extreme pleasure he was giving me with his tongue. After he sucked the second batch of come out of my mouth, he swallowed.

    ‘Now you can swallow, too,’ he said and quickly locked his mouth over mine and drove his tongue inside again, this time, deep into my throat. I didn’t know if he was trying to force my come down my throat or trying to get more of it for himself.

    I squealed again from the sheer pleasure of his tongue as I

    gulped and swallowed the mixture of our warm, sweet semen. He left me breathless by the time he raised up from me.

    ‘I’ll bet you never did that before,’ he said proudly.

    ‘You would win that bet,’ I said, breathlessly. ‘Dam, Paco, you are so full of surprises. Where’d you learn to do that?’

    ‘An older deckhand showed me when I first came aboard,’ he said. ‘He showed me what come tastes like, my own first, then his. Then he did this to me and we mixed it. He taught me to swallow it and over time I developed a taste for it.’

    ‘I gotta admit, it was pretty good,’ I said. ‘The sex and the kissing. Of course, you young guys always taste good. It was wonderful, mixed with my own.’

    ‘That’s because it’s always fresh stuff,’ Paco said. ‘We don’t let it set. When it builds up, we get rid of it and make fresh.’

    Having kissed me and exchanged tongues and come, I had to wonder what he meant when he said he only went one way. Maybe he was straight and had simply developed that little trick for the pleasure of his passengers; I had to bet it increased his tips considerably. And it followed that he would eventually develop a taste for come.

    I wanted Paco to come back later, after Tuck and I were finished making the rounds at the night clubs, and spend the night but he said there would be questions about why he wasn’t in his cabin. He said maybe we could get together again before the cruise was over. I gave him a twenty dollar bill and he was delighted to receive it. I stopped him just as he was about to open the door.

    ‘I wanta know…how old are you?’

    ‘Truth, or what’s on my papers?’ he asked with a sly grin.

    ‘Truth. Hell, I’m not an agent or anything,’ I said.

    ‘Eighteen. And even if I weren’t, I would tell you I was eighteen,’ he said.

    I didn’t know if he was telling me the truth, but it didn’t matter.

    Paco was a great relief for me but he didn’t quell the awful desire that had built up in me for Tuck.

    Tuck came by my cabin about eight. I hoped I didn’t show it but he took my breath away. He wore a pale yellow knit shirt with sleeves that rode high on his arms, exposing his bulging biceps and open at the collar to reveal the inner slopes of his thick pecs. A heavy gold chain fit snugly around his thick neck. His slacks looked like Dockers; pleated, with plenty of room but that didn’t hide his bubble butt or his thick thighs, nor even his bulging crotch if you looked closely enough when he moved.

    ‘Ready?’ he asked.

    ‘Yep.’

    I was ready, butterflies and all. Godd, how I wished it was just me and him!

    ‘Let’s go see if we can get lucky,’ he said.

    We made the rounds to all three nightclubs, had a drink at each one, and settled on the one with a band and a dance floor. After a few drinks, Tuck wasn’t at all shy about asking women to dance. He was a good dancer. Not in the sense that he was good; he was a typical athlete, a little awkward but still with all the right moves to make him look sexy. Tuck had most of the women in the room breathless, I could tell by the way everyone looked at him every time he walked out on the dance floor with a different woman. I didn’t try to keep up with him but I didn’t sit at the table like a wallflower either. There was no shortage of women, and I had no choice but to ask someone to dance.

    She was sitting alone at a table, a striking brunette, a schoolteacher from Denver, traveling with a fellow teacher. Cruise ships seemed to be a haven for schoolteachers wanting to let loose.

    ‘You don’t look like any teacher I ever had,’ I said.

    ‘They didn’t give us a mold we were supposed to fit into,’ she said.

    ‘Well, you wouldn’t fit,’ I said. ‘Is that your friend dancing with my friend?’ I asked.

    ‘Yes.’ She smiled. ‘You know, everyone was thinking you guys were gay when you walked in,’ she said with a smile.

    ‘Why would they make that assumption?’

    ‘Two guys alone…two very good looking guys.’

    ‘What about two very good looking girls traveling together?’ I chided her.

    ‘Touche.’

    ‘Besides, being gay doesn’t mean you don’t like beautiful women,’ I said.

    She tilted her head with a mischievous smile. ‘Am I supposed to read something into that?’

    I shrugged and smiled.

    ‘You’re playing with my head, right?’ she said.

    I shrugged and smiled again.

    At the end of the dance Tuck and his woman, and me and Diane met at the table. It was obvious that as far as Tuck was concerned, we had our catch for the night. We talked and told jokes and laughed and I got the feeling Tuck was trying to bury some feelings. More power to him. He deserved some happiness on this cruise. After the next dance Tuck announced that he and Lynette were going for a walk up on deck. We all knew it was a polite way of saying he was taking her to his cabin. Which left me alone with Diane, who was no doubt expecting a similar invitation. We lingered over another drink.

    ‘Are you and Tuck traveling together, sharing a cabin?’ she asked.

    ‘Uh…yeah,’ I lied, with great relief that she’d given me the out I needed.

    ‘Well, then, we can to go my cabin,’ she offered.

    She had me backed in a corner. I was nervous as hell as I followed her out of the club. I couldn’t believe she was being so bold…practically coming right out and asking me to fuck her. I didn’t know whether I could do it; it’d been a long time, but I was happy that the desire was still there. I needn’t have worried.

    Back at her cabin she said she was going to freshen up, which meant a shower. She came out wearing a transparent negligee with nothing under it, and the old feelings of intimacy with a woman quickly came to the surface. She was bold and anxious. I let her undress me and enjoyed her compliments about my body and her wide-eyed expression when she revealed my cock. She stayed on her knees when she took my shorts off of me and began sucking my cock. I was hard in nothing flat. She was fingering her pussy at the same time and within a few minutes, she was panting ready. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was shaved smooth as a baby’s butt.

    I urged her to her feet and pulled her tight against me, leaning down to suck her tits. I figured it was something she expected me to do, but she was so hot she seemed to want to get on with it. I eased her back across the bed. I languished in the exquisite feeling that I had long forgotten when I shoved my cock in her, satisfied that she was completely happy with her catch. No brag; I fucked her masterfully, and for that time I could’ve forgotten that I was gay, except that I kept thinking about Tuck and Lynette, and wishing it were just me and him. I performed like a stud, much to her satisfaction. She was awed by my staying power, and I was a little surprised at my own performance. I kept going even after she had her orgasm. In the middle of the second time, thinking of her shaved pussy, I had the sudden, inexplicable desire to go down on her. She had her face buried in the pillow all the way through to her second climax and I left her gasping for air.

    ‘My Godd! I haven’t had a man like you in…well, never,’ she said when she was finally able to speak.

    ‘I’m trying to remember when I had a woman like you,’ I said.

    ‘And I thought you were gay!’ she exclaimed.

    ‘I didn’t say I wasn’t,’ I joked.

    ‘Well, if you are, he’s a damned lucky man,’ she said. ‘I never had any man bring me off like that, and it was the first time I ever had two orgasms.’

    ‘Glad I could oblige,’ I said.

    I half expected Tuck to drop by my cabin so we could trade notes but he didn’t.

    Day Four (Thursday) — St. Lucia Island

    Tuck was at my door bright and early the next morning.

    ‘Ready?’ he asked.

    ‘Last time you asked me that I ended up getting laid,’ I joked.

    ‘Yeah…me too…big time. Goddam, she was one hot teacher! How was yours?’

    ‘Unbelievable. Where were the teachers like that when I was in school? Hell, she was even shaved.’

    ‘Yeah, so was mine,’ he said.

    It pained me somewhat to hear him confirm that he’d fucker her but what else did I expect? And I had fucked her friend. Actually, that made the bond I felt between us even stronger.

    It was quickly obvious why they advertised the jungle trek for the young and athletic, adults only. We were taken deep into the mountainous rain forest, on foot, where we would be given the challenge of making our way back out on our own. On the way in, the tour guide explained the trees and plants and various fruits that grew all around us, and about the wild life, including the various species of snakes. That gave me the willies.

    ‘The routes back out of the jungle are marked, each with different colored flags that you will find attached to the trees,’ the guide told us. ‘We do not tell you which route is longer or shorter or which one is more difficult than the other. It’s up to you which route you want to take, but once you choose, please stay on your own route or you will get lost. If you take a route that you determine to be too rugged you may come back to the starting point and choose another route.’

    ‘At what point do you send in a search party?’ someone asked.

    ‘Oh, as soon as we get you started, we go home for the day,’ the guide said. There was laughter then the guide assured us that they would get us out. ‘We don’t send you off entirely defenseless. My assistant will be passing out knives to cut your way through the brush….or if you encounter one of our species of snakes. Even though you will be on a worn path, the foliage grows very quickly here and your path may be partially grown over in places. Please, do not kill the snakes unless one attacks you.’ He sounded very sincere but the way he rolled his eyes around with a wry grin, we knew/hoped he was joking about the snakes.

    ‘One of the routes leads you to a river where you have to swing across. If you cannot swim I advise you to go back and take another route. If you can swim, don’t worry if you don’t make it across on the ropes, its okay to drop into the water. The stream is about six feet deep and there is very little undercurrent, and there’s nothing in the water but small fish. Of course, you have to be able to swim faster than the piranhas. If you are not a swimmer do not attempt the swing across. Do NOT, under any circumstances, stray off the paths. Those are the routes we take to come in and find you, should that become necessary.’

    I had to trust that he was joking again about the fish. Then with a mischievous grin he opened a pack that he carried on his back.

    ‘Now…for those who have the courage, we also provide you with the proper attire for your jungle adventure,’ he said. He pulled out a soft leather garment that I recognized was a loin cloth! ‘If you want to get the true feel of the jungle, guys, this is a must. We also have a two-piece for the ladies.’

    ‘If we did have the nerve to wear it, where would we change?’ a girl asked.

    The guide rolled his eyes again, causing us to laugh. ‘Look around you,’ he said dryly. ‘You’re in the middle of nowhere.’ He laughed. ‘Of course you can change in the van.’

    I saw how Tuck was eyeing one of the girls, obviously hoping that she would take one of the outfits. If she did, I thought, he would probably want her as his partner instead of me.

    The guide went on, more seriously. ‘If you wish to wear a loin cloth, please don’t be afraid to leave your belongings with us. There has never been an incident where anything was missing. It stands to reason that we could not continue these tours and make our living if it was reported back to your ship that we stole from you.’

    I believed him and trusted him. I looked at Tuck and he looked at me. I don’t know whether it was a dare or a challenge that passed between us but we both took a loincloth. I mean, if one did, how could the other not? Neither of the other two guys took a loincloth. I was disappointed and a bit surprised; one of them would’ve looked great in it. The girls tittered but none of them took a jungle outfit. Tuck was visibly disappointed.

    ‘Dam, I was hoping that one girl would wear one of the outfits,’ he said as we went into the bush to change.

    ‘Yeah, everybody could tell you were,’ I said.

    ‘Can you imagine being off in the jungle with her? Damm!’ he swore as we shed our clothes.

    ‘Sorry you got stuck with me,’ I said. ‘The way she was looking at you, I think you could still team up with her if you want to,’ I suggested.

    ‘Yeah, I’m sure her boyfriend would go for that,’ he scoffed.

    I was nervous as a gay boy in a straight men’s locker room, watching Tuck undress. Godd, he was beautiful! Seeing him naked…well, I prayed I could keep my composure when he took off his shorts. If I didn’t, he didn’t seem to notice. I had to stifle a gasp when he straightened from taking off his shorts. His cock was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He was huge; long and thick and meaty, shit, mouth-watering; all six-plus inches of it. I watched him struggle to get it, along with his hefty balls, stuffed into the pouch. He hefted the pouch and stretched it down till it looked reasonably decent.

    ‘Well, that’s the best I can do; these things are sure snug and small,’ he said.

    ‘Don’t blame it on the loin cloth,’ I said jokingly. At least I hoped I sounded like I was joking. The loincloths were very short, but made with a built-in pouch so everything was safely covered. Covered, but not well concealed. The way the pouches were made they made everything bunch up and out and the frontal piece barely covered the bulges.

    ‘Okay?’ Tuck asked when he had his on.

    ‘It’s okay so long as you don’t bust out of it,’ I joked. ‘If you do, somebody’s liable to mistake it for a snake, and we are going to be carrying knives.’ He looked incredible standing there in the thick green of the jungle in nothing but the loincloth and his boots. We brought our clothes back to the tour guide.

    ‘Whew!’ one of the girls whistled.

    ‘Hey, Tarzan!’

    We were both a little embarrassed at the attention and the catcalls but secretly I was proud and I think Tuck was too. The way the one girl was looking at Tuck, you could tell she was wishing she could team up with him instead of the guy she was with. We weren’t given knives.

    We had two hours to find our way back to the assembly point before they would send people in to find us. Neither Tuck nor I wanted the humiliation of having somebody sent into find us. It was a very exciting and even sensuous adventure, made more so by watching the muscular Tuck move through the thick growth. I purposely let him lead the way so I could stay behind him and watch his butt, which was barley covered by the loin cloth and the cloth was so snug that I could see every muscle in his butt flex when he moved. I had secret fantasies of Tuck and me living in the jungle together and wearing nothing but a loin cloth, or nothing at all.

    Well along the path we came to stopping point where they had placed snacks and water, which they hadn’t told us about.

    ‘Do you suppose there really are snakes?’ Tuck asked as he wolfed down a bar and washed it down with cool water.

    ‘Look around you,’ I said. ‘If you were a snake, wouldn’t you be here?’

    ‘I didn’t need to hear that,’ he said.

    An hour into the trek, Tuck paused on the path. ‘Do you hear what I hear?’

    I stopped and listened. ‘Water.’

    ‘We sure know how to pick a route,’ he said, ‘We got the one crossing the river.’

    Down the path we encountered the newly-wed couple coming back. I thought they would’ve looked great in loincloths.

    ‘Unless you really are Tarzan, don’t bother going any farther,’ the man said.

    Of course we considered that a challenge and I was a little embarrassed for the guy, turning around like that with his bride at his side. But they hadn’t taken the jungle gear so they were fully clothed in hiking shorts. Looking at the guy, I think he could have gotten across, but I think he was thinking of his wife.

    A hundred yards forward we came to the river. It was more the size of a creek back home, about a dozen yards across, clear as crystal and running swiftly over the rugged, rocky creek bed. Tuck didn’t hesitate to grab the rope that was tied to a tree.

    ‘If I swing across, do you think you can catch the rope?’ he asked.

    ‘I don’t know, we can try. If not, well…..’

    ‘Are you a good swimmer?’ he asked.

    ‘I’m an excellent swimmer,’ I said.

    He thought for a moment. ‘On second thought, if I don’t make it, I’ll have to drop in the water, and the rope won’t be any good to you. Do you think this rope will hold us both?’

    I tugged on it and we both put our weight on it. It seemed pretty secure.

    ‘Wanta try it together?’ he asked.

    ‘If you’re game.’

    ‘That water looks awfully cold,’ he said.

    Tuck grabbed the rope high up and I wrapped my hands around it just below his.

    ‘Okay, we get a running jump and you wrap your legs around me,’ he said.

    I shivered at the thought of wrapping myself around his muscular body. We moved back a few yards and took a running jump off the river bank. As we became airborne I wrapped my legs around Tuck’s body. I felt wonderfully safe clinging to his hard muscles. We landed without fault on the other side.

    ‘We did it!’ Tuck exclaimed excitedly.

    ‘Yeah, we sure did.’ I was pretty proud of us, too.

    Watching Tuck in the tiny loincloth gave me the chills every time he moved. He was so damned sexy. I wanted to take him right there on the jungle path, or have him take me.

    Another thing the guide didn’t tell us was that there was more than one river and the second one was wider than the first. To get across we would have to swing out to another rope hanging from a tree over the middle of the water and swing the rest of the way to the other bank.

    ‘What do you think, can we make it together again?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘Depends on how coordinated we are,’ I said.

    ‘Well, you seemed pretty coordinated on the basketball court,’ he said.

    ‘I’m game to try it,’ I told him. ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

    ‘They’ll be sending our bones back after the piranhas get done with us,’ he said.

    ‘Face it, you’ll make a wonderful feast, ‘I joked. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but it just came out.

    We used the rope together, as before, and we managed to grab the second rope mid-stream but hard as we tried we couldn’t get enough momentum to swing all the way to the other side. We clung hopelessly to the rope as we swung back and forth over the water several times, narrowing more and more over the center of the river.

    ‘You said you’re a good swimmer, right?’ Tuck said.

    ‘Yeah.’

    Finally, we let go of the rope and went plunging into the cold stream. Tuck and I both let out a yowl that left no doubt told the rest of the troupe that we had dunked. We swam hard against the current to the other side. I reached the creek bank first. Tuck looked even more incredibly sexy as he came out of the stream, water streaking down his tanned muscles, and his loincloth soaked and clinging to the bulge of his manhood and his tight butt.

    ‘Dam, that was cold,’ he said.

    ‘It wouldn’t be so bad if the sun could get through with a little warmth,’ I said.

    ‘You are a good swimmer,’ he remarked.

    ‘Thanks. Captain of the swim team.’

    ‘I would’ve thought you’re too big and muscular to be a swimmer,’ he said.

    I was glad he’d noticed.

    There were few obstacles in our way for the rest of the journey; it was just a matter of making our way along the narrow path that led around and back to the end. With the rough trek and our setback over the second river, we came out of the jungle last, to the applause of our cohorts and the driver and the tour guide.

    ‘Hey, you guys made it!’ the new groom exclaimed as he shook our hands. ‘You got wet, I see, but you made it.’

    ‘You were smart to turn around,’ Tuck said. ‘There was another river, wider than the first, and that’s where we dunked.’

    Our loincloths were still dripping wet, water running down our legs. The guide gave us each a towel to dry off and told us we could get dressed and that we could keep the loincloths since we had taken the most difficult route and came out on our own.

    ‘And because you had the nerve to wear those things in the first place,’ she said. ‘Now, if anyone wants pictures, I have my camera. They cost five dollars for three photos and they will be delivered to your cabin.’

    Tuck and I readily posed for pictures, as did some of the others.

    ‘I want a picture of those guys,’ the new bride said.

    I swear, I think Tuck could have taken her away from the guy if he half tried. We posed again for pictures for her and then the group posed together. Tuck and I, being gentlemen, moved behind the others but they insisted that we be in front.

    Tuck and I went into the bush to change into our clothes and dry off then our group headed back to the ship. Walking past the dockside shops we passed by a tattoo parlor. Well past it, Tuck stopped and turned around and went back. I went back too, standing beside him at the window.

    ‘You know what?’

    ‘You’re not going to do it,’ I said.

    ‘I need something permanent to remind me of this cruise,’ he said. ‘How about you, are you game?’

    ‘I don’t need a tattoo to make me remember the cruise,’ I said. Then I added, ‘But I’ll do it if you will.’ I must have been out of my mind!

    We went inside.

    ‘Ahh, two more brave souls,’ the man greeted us. He was young, about thirty, good looking, with a neatly-trimmed beard, wearing a denim shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off well-developed arms. He sounded American. ‘If you didn’t find what you want in the window, there are plenty more over here,’ he said, pointing to a wall with swinging panels with hundreds of designs. ‘Or, I can customize a design for you.’

    I spotted the one I wanted right away. Tuck took longer.

    ‘While you’re deciding, keep in mind where you’re going to put it,’ the man said. He pointed to the barbed-wire design. ‘This one, for example, looks better around your bicep or the upper thigh. Not good around the waist or the chest. I make more money on the more elaborate designs but personally, I prefer smaller ones.’

    Tuck kept looking. ‘I’ve found a dozen I like,’ he said.

    ‘You’re not the type,’ the man said. ‘You’ve got too good a body to ruin it with full-body art.’

    ‘This one,’ Tuck said, finally, pointing to a small design of a crawling panther.

    ‘That’s a really popular one,’ the man said. ‘Now, where do you want me to put it? It goes well on your arm, like the panther is crawling up your arm.’

    ‘How about my butt?’ Tuck asked.

    The man glanced down at him with a smile. ‘It would look great on one side of your butt,’ he said.

    ‘Okay. That’s where I want it.’

    ‘How about you?’ he asked me.

    ‘This one.’

    ‘Just Do It! Okay, who goes first?’

    Tuck volunteered to go first. I went into the back with him. I wanted to watch if he didn’t object.

    ‘Okay, its better if you take off your shorts and pants,’ the man said.

    Tuck stripped his bottom half without hesitation. The man turned back with the design template and needles and sat down on a stool. ‘Ahh, this is going to be easy. You’ve got a great butt, good and tight and smooth,’ he said squeezing Tuck’s butt muscles. ‘Not that I’m gay or anything, I’m just saying that it’s easier to do a guy with a good solid butt than a soft, flabby one.’

    Yes, Tuck had a great butt all right. I watched as the design took shape. I just wished Tuck didn’t wince so much. He was giving me the jitters.

    ‘How about you, where do you want yours?’ the man asked me.

    ‘On my butt,’ I said.

    The guy blinked and smiled but didn’t say anything. Tuck’s tattoo looked great. The panther was about five inches long and it looked like it was crawling up over his butt, about to climb up his back.

    ‘How’s it look?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘Great,’ I said.

    ‘It looks great,’ the man agreed as he held a big mirror out so Tuck could see it. ‘You’ve got a perfect butt for it. For any design, actually. You could wear a tattoo anywhere. Either one of you could. Tattoos always look better on a guy with muscles.’ He motioned to me.

    I stripped off my jeans and shorts, ready for the pain and punishment. The man smoothed his hand around my butt and squeezed the muscle. ‘Yes, very nice. This is going to be a snap,’ he said. ‘Just Do It!…which side do you want ’em to do it on?’ he asked.

    Tuck laughed and so did I. ‘Left side.’ I was surprised and pleased that Tuck hung around to watch. I was glad I hadn’t gotten a large design. I wanted it to be finished. When it was done he showed me in the mirror. ‘Okay. It looks good,’ I said.

    ‘I like it,’ Tuck said.

    ‘I think I would be careful who I walk in front of with Just Do It! tattooed on my butt,’ the man joked.

    We all got a good laugh. Deep down, I was hoping Tuck got the full meaning of it.

    ‘Are you guys brothers?’ the man asked.

    ‘No, just ship-mates,’ Tuck said.

    I think the guy was asking, without asking, if we were gay lovers.

    ‘It would be great for each of you to have the same tattoo,’ he remarked.

    Neither of us had thought of that but I was now. I was surprised Tuck would go for it, but he was obviously thinking about it, too.

    ‘Well, which one of us is going to have another one done? It would be easier if you had mine,’ I said.

    ‘Huh-uh,’ he said. ‘I’m not walking around a locker room with a Just Do It! tattoo on my butt. Besides, you didn’t endure any pain with that one. You get the panther. I want to see you suffer.’

    ‘You would look great with a panther,’ the man said.

    I agreed to it, reluctantly. It would be worth any amount of pain to have a tattoo just like Tuck’s, and in the same place. If I never saw him again, we would always have that in common.

    ‘Okay, strip the bottom half again,’ the man said.

    I took off my shorts and briefs and stood naked. Tuck stayed and watched again as I had done him. The panther was a challenge and a test of my manhood.

    ‘Why the hell would anybody do this?’ I remarked between winces.

    ‘See that big snake design?’ the man said, pointing his needle to the panel. ‘I put that one on a guy’s butt. He wanted it crawling right up inside his ass.’

    ‘Dam, that must have been painful,’ I said, wincing from the story more than my own pain.

    ‘He was pretty much out of it, I don’t think he felt much,’ the man said. ‘I put this panther on a guy’s dick one time.’

    ‘Shit, he must’ve been hung!’ Tuck blurted.

    ‘We have a smaller version,’ the man said. ‘But he was easy to work with.’

    ‘I wish I’d thought of that,’ Tuck said. ‘That’d look mean as hell, having a panther crawling up your cock.’

    ‘I can do it for you,’ the man said. ‘With your size, you would be easy to work with.’

    ‘No, thanks.’

    ‘How about you?’ he asked me.

    ‘I’ll be lucky to survive this,’ I said.

    When he was done, Tuck took a closer look.

    ‘How’s it look?’ I asked him.

    ‘It looks great,’ he said.

    ‘No, how does the tattoo look?’ I asked.

    Tuck got a laugh out of it.

    ‘You guys are going to be sore for awhile, just like any other abrasion,’ the man said.

    When we started to pay him, Tuck said, ‘I think we ought to get a discount since we both had such great butts that made it easier for you.’

    ‘I could offer you a discount but I would have to lock up for awhile,’ he said with a knowing smile.

    Tuck didn’t press it. We paid him in cash and left.

    We got back from the jungle trek and the tattoo parlor just in time for a quick bite of lunch on the ship. We both sat rather gingerly.

    ‘Ready for the beach?’ Tuck asked as we were finishing eating.

    ‘After what we just did I could use a few hours relaxing in the sun,’ I said.

    ‘It was fun, though, wasn’t it?’

    ‘It was great. I can’t believe we did it. I can hardly wait to

    see the pictures from the jungle.’

    ‘Can you believe that woman asked for pictures of us with her husband standing right there?’ he said.

    ‘The way she was looking at you, I think she would’ve left the guy and went off with you in the jungle,’ I said.

    Tuck laughed, and a grin lingered, with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘Look…before you decide to come along to the beach…. well, there’s something you should know. It’s a nude beach.’

    ‘Sounds like a LOT of fun,’ I said.

    ‘Well, then, let’s go get changed.’

    I wasn’t completely sure about getting naked in front of a boatload of people so I slipped on a swimsuit under my shorts, just in case I chickened out. I went up to Tuck’s cabin at the appointed time. He cracked his door then opened it when he saw it was me. He wasn’t ready to go. He was naked, which left me breathless. I had seen him naked in the jungle but it was different in the intimacy of his cabin with no one else around.

    A lesser man would have been on his knees begging but I restrained myself; but with the resolve that I would initiate a plan even though I hadn’t thought of one. His body deserved his manhood; he had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen; long and thick and veiny and meaty, with a generous collar hugging the rim of the wide head, showing good potential. It was beautiful! I had to tear my eyes away from it.

    ‘Are you ready for this adventure?’ he asked as he laid out the clothes he was going to wear.

    ‘Ready as I’ll ever be. I’ve never been to a nude beach,’ I said.

    ‘Me either.’

    ‘Well, you’re going to cause a riot at the beach,’ I said, nodding to his nakedness.

    He laughed and gave me a suspicious look. I could tell right away that he had guessed my secret. ‘Don’t tell me…you’re wearing a swim suit, aren’t you?’

    I almost blushed. ‘Guilty.’

    ‘Huh-uh. Take it off,’ he said.

    ‘I can take it off at the beach,’ I said.

    ‘Huh-uh, take it off here. If you wear it, you’ll wear it,’

    With no argument, and happy that he wanted me to, I took off my shorts and then my swimsuit. ‘Toss it over there, you can get it when you get back,’ he said. He looked at me. ‘You’re gong to cause quite a stir yourself.’

    ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’

    ‘As did I.’

    ‘What about the tattoos?’ I said.

    ‘I don’t know…maybe the sun would make them heal faster,’ he said.

    ‘Well, the guy didn’t tell us to stay out of the sun,’ I said.

    Tuck seemed to be coming out of his shell after the jungle and he was downright excited about going to the beach. I was happy that I might have had something to do with that. He was talkative and laughed a lot and I loved watching him and listening to him.

    When the catamaran set sail the first mate took the mike. ‘Welcome aboard the Lucky Star. It will be an hour and twenty minutes to the island. During that time we want you to start shedding your inhibitions so you will enjoy yourself to the fullest when we arrive. Well, maybe not the fullest. The island is a Dutch island and is uninhabited. It is used for the pleasure of people like yourselves and for private parties. Going nude is optional of course, but we encourage you to enjoy this opportunity; after all, that’s why you signed on. Picture taking is not allowed without the person’s permission.’ He paused, holding the mike down as if to gather his thoughts and I saw a wry grin come across his face. ‘I know you’re wondering…,you guys, and you gals…well, all know that it has happened to all of you guys at one time or other, that nature will rear her erotic head at the most inopportune moment. There are no inopportune moments on this excursion. It invariably and quite naturally happens on the island. We don’t feel it’s anything to be ashamed of. No one should be offended, but if you feel the need, simply lie on your stomach. Please, do not attempt to do anything about it, guys!’

    There was laughter all around the boat. I thought, if Tuck got a hardon, there really was going to be a riot.

    ‘There are snacks, rum punch and bottled water on the trip out,’ the man continued. ‘Rum punch and snacks will be served on the trip back as well. For those of you who want to get into the swing of things, you are welcome to strip down and enjoy the ocean breeze. Please, don’t be shy, and don’t anyone be offended. If you are offended or shy, then you caught the wrong boat. Unfortunately, we can’t take you back. So enjoy. But not too much. I am required to remind you that there is no sex on the beach. Sex-on-the-beach is a drink we will serve you on the way back so you can say you had it. Oh, one more thing. You are advised to use sunscreen in all the appropriate places that perhaps have not been exposed to the sun all that much.’

    A couple of guys and girls started taking off their clothes right away. The girls weren’t bad, except for a couple of pounds, and the guys were pretty average and pasty looking. The girls did have nice tits but the guys were nothing to write home about. Still I had to admire their courage. Tuck and I looked at each other. I was thinking if those two guys could do it, we sure as hell could. But Tuck declined.

    ‘I’ll save it for the island, and maybe the trip back,’ he said.

    Actually, I think he felt a little self conscious about taking his clothes off in front of the two guys who had already stripped. Perhaps it was ego, but the comparison would have been devastating and I think he didn’t want to embarrass the guys by revealing his muscular body.

    We both stretched out on our stomachs on the netting and watched the ocean roll under us. Even as many gay clubs as I’d been in, I felt a little self conscious about the prospect of stripping down on the open beach. Maybe because I would be doing it in front of Tuck. I had it all over the two guys who had already stripped down but with Tuck and I being together, I knew I would be compared to him as well. But I had no choice.

    On the island Tuck showed no inhibitions at all. I watched him taking off his clothes, revealing his magnificent body and looked around to see if anyone else was watching. It seemed that a lot of the people had stayed in close proximity to the spot that Tuck and I had chosen, although I noticed that the two male exhibitionists had led their women off a good distance. All eyes were on us and most stayed glued to Tuck as he got completely naked.

    ‘Are you going to do it?’ he asked as he flung a towel out to lie on.

    ‘Yes, I was just watching everyone watching you.’

    ‘Well, I guess that’s what we’re here for,’ he said.

    I stripped off my clothes under the watchful eyes of the same audience, thinking of my swim suit that Tuck made me take off back in his cabin. He was right, if I’d worn it, I would’ve worn it. I was surprised that Tuck watched me as intently as any of the others. When I was naked we sat on the towels in the hot sun.

    Tuck laughed. ‘This was supposed to be my wife doing this with me, I can’t believe I’m here on a nude beach with another guy.’ There was nothing suggestive in his remark, it was simply a casual observation which seemed wryly amusing to him at that moment.

    ‘Well you take what you can get,’ I said sourly.

    Tuck was nicely tanned except around his middle and as we were advised, he put suntan lotion there. I almost gasped as he rubbed the stuff all over his cock and balls, and wondered how he kept from getting a hardon. Then suddenly he pulled his hands away, as if he’d touched a hot stove. ‘Gotta stop doing that!’ he joked, handing me the bottle. ‘Hey would you think I’m weird if I asked you to put lotion on my back? I’ll do yours,’ he said.

    I was only too happy to oblige but I was so surprised at his request that I must have hesitated.

    ‘Hey, it’s not like I asked you to put the stuff on my balls,’ he joked.

    He stretched out on the towel and I fought down a hardon as I applied the lotion to his smooth, hard muscles. His muscles felt good to the touch. Too good. I had a difficult time keeping my hands from trailing down over his tight, gorgeous butt where he had already put lotion. I had to force myself to stop just at the small of his back. I put lotion on my cock and balls. I tried to keep my mind occupied and keep talking as I fought down the tingling between my legs. When I was finished with Tuck I handed the bottle of lotion to him and stretched out on my stomach. His hands felt goodon my muscles, too. I was quite surprised that he went so low on my back, his fingers trailing along the sharp upward curvature of my butt, lower than I had gone on him, very gently as he got close to the tattoo. I was glad I was lying on my stomach. When he was finished he stretched out on his stomach to soak up the tropical sun. I stretched out beside him. I couldn’t recall being so happy and content.

    ‘Dam, this feels good, especially being completely naked,’ he said. ‘Can you imagine living down here?’

    ‘Easy,’ I said. Especially with you, I thought.

    ‘Hell, maybe I’ll think about moving here,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing holding me anywhere else now.’

    ‘You’re going back to college, aren’t you?’ I asked.

    ‘They have colleges down here.’

    There was a quiet time with only the lapping of the waves and the sea gulls, then Tuck suddenly pushed himself up and turned over on his back. ‘Stupid bitch,’ he muttered under his breath, more to the wind than to me.

    ‘What?’

    ‘I don’t understand why she dumped me.’

    ‘I find that hard to understand myself,’ I said. ‘But try not to be bitter; she said she would tell you sometime.’

    Tuck went into seclusion under his old baseball cap and was quiet again. I assumed he was thinking about his almost-bride and I left him to his solitude. A short time later, a lean-built guy, about forty, with a leathery, all-over tan stopped in front of us with his camera. Tuck had his cap over his face so he didn’t notice people strolling by so slowly to look at us.

    ‘Do you mind?’ he asked quietly and politely with a wave of his hand toward us.

    ‘I don’t, but I think he’s asleep,’ I said.

    Tuck tilted his cap and lifted his head.

    ‘Someone wants to take your picture,’ I told him.

    ‘Both of you,’ the man said. ‘I need your permission.’

    Tuck blinked his eyes against the sun. ‘I don’t care if you don’t,’ he said. Then he propped himself up on his elbows and tightened his abs for the man to take several pictures.

    ‘Dam, you guys are awesome,’ he said. ‘Would it be all right…you’re so impressive…if I get some close-ups?’ the man asked.

    Tuck shrugged and arched his brown and said, ‘Knock yourself out, man.’

    I was so pleased with the way Tuck was treating the guy. The man squatted down and leaned in close to get pictures of Tuck’s manhood, then mine.

    ‘Now could I impose on you one more time and ask you to turn over?’ he asked Tuck as he straightened. ‘It was impossible not to notice what a terrific butts you have and that panther crawling around it is very intriguing. You, stay just like that, if you will,’ he said to me. ‘Not that you don’t have a great butt, I just want that pose.’

    With a frowning smile, Tuck turned over and let the guy take some more shots of him from behind. He even flexed his butt muscles for him.

    ‘Oh. Yes, that’s good,’ the man said. ‘That’s a great tattoo. I love the way the animal moves when you flex your butt muscles.’

    Yeah, so did I.

    ‘He’s got one just like it, and should see his other tattoo,’ Tuck said.

    ‘You wanta turn over for me?’ he said to me.

    I turned onto my stomach and stuck my butt for the guy, flexing the muscles like Tuck did.

    ‘That is awesome; Just Do It! on one side and the panther on the other,’ he said. He took us in several other poses. I half expected the guy to ask Tuck to get a hardon for him but he didn’t. He thanked us profusely as he left.

    Tuck laughed as the man walked off. ‘It must be the salt-sea air,’ he said. ‘If anybody tried that back home I would punch his lights out.’

    Another guy and a couple of girls saw it all and came over to ask if they could take pictures, too.

    ‘Your fans approach,’ I said quietly as I saw them coming toward us with their cameras.

    When the two girls had taken our pictures from the front they asked us to turn over so they could take pictures of our butts. Again, we obliged and flexed our butt muscles hard for their pictures.

    ‘Ohhhh, you were right,’ one of the girls said, giggling. ‘They do have a bodybuilders butts.’

    Then they asked us both to stand up for a couple of poses together, posing front and back.

    ‘Oh my, nobody’s going to believe this back home,’ the other girl exclaimed.

    ‘That why we need pictures,’ her friend said laughing. ‘I hope you guys don’t mind but I’m going to make up stories about you to tell back home,’ she said.

    Tuck laughed with them and even hugged them back when they tried to give him a friendly kiss. I thought the girls were going to go into orgasms when he did that.

    ‘If you’ll give me your address, I’ll send you copies,’ one girl said.

    Tuck thought about it but then told them his cabin number instead.

    ‘Oh, Darn! We’re on another ship.’

    But Tuck didn’t offer them his address and neither did I.

    ‘I told you, you were going to cause a stir,’ I said when the girls had left.

    ‘No, you said I would cause a riot. I think people are behaving very well. But we need a sign saying No More Pictures.’

    ‘Hey, it’s not their fault you’ve got such a great looking ass,’ I joked.

    ‘They were just as interested in yours,’ he said.

    It was easy to understand why everybody went ga-ga over Tuck, what with his good looks and terrific body and big, thick cock that draped over his big balls. I wished I’d brought my own camera. Tuck did doze off which gave me the opportunity to lie there on my side and gaze at him. I grew hungry for him. No, I became ravenous; hell, my mouth was watering just looking at him. Wouldn’t it be wonderful, I thought, if we could be stranded out here alone for the night? I wondered if it could be arranged. Or maybe we could miss the boat. I even conjured up scenarios where I would distract him till the catamaran took off so we would be left behind, but quickly dismissed them and left to go get cold drinks.

    Walking alone, I attracted my own share of attention. I was even asked to stop and pose for pictures a couple of times. My Just Do It! tattoo was as bit a hit as the panther. I stopped at the giggling of two women I’d passed and turned around.

    ‘Oh, we’re sorry, but you’ve got the finest looking butt, and we were just watching, when you walk, it looks like that panther is trying to climb up your back.’

    ‘Oh, I guess I didn’t know that,’ I said with a smile.

    When I returned, Tuck was sitting up with his knees cocked up and arms crossed over his knees, talking to a gorgeous babe. His big cock draped over his balls, onto the towel and I didn’t see how she could keep her eyes up.

    ‘I didn’t know we had company or I would’ve brought three drinks,’ I said.

    Tuck took his and offered it to her. ‘Want a sip of mine?’

    ‘That’s very kind of you but no thanks.’ She looked up at me. ‘I didn’t mean to intrude. I just had to come over and tell your friend how gorgeous you both are.’

    ‘Well, thanks,’ I said with a broad grin as I squatted down beside them. It was excellent for her to say so, even though she made me feel a bit competitive. I saw her glance at my cock, hanging nearly to the towel and my first thought was, wouldn’t it be exciting if Tuck and I could fuck her at the same time. ‘You are very beautiful yourself,’ I told her.

    ‘Thank you. I work in a gym and I know how hard people work to get bodies to like yours and I think it’s only right to compliment when there’s an opportunity. I think it’s so wonderful to be able to come here and shed all inhibitions along with your clothes. I wouldn’t dream of walking up to a guy back home and telling him he was beautiful.’

    ‘Especially a man with no clothes on,’ I joked. I didn’t know what had gotten into me; I sounded almost giddy. I was no great lover of women but I did admire a well-built female body and this one had it all. It was as if Tuck could read my mind.

    ‘Don’t get excited, stud, she’s with her,’ Tuck told me in a kindly tone, nodding to a shapely blonde lying on a blanket nearby.

    ‘Oh.’ I said, feeling rather foolish. I would never have guessed she was with another woman. But then, I was with another man. ‘I was only admiring,’ I lied.

    ‘Yes, save you excitement for each other,’ the girl said.

    I looked at Tuck. There was laughter in his eye. ‘Uhhh…. we’re just together, not like you’re together…just friends,’ he said.

    ‘That’s even better,’ she said happily.

    ‘No, we’re JUST friends,’ I said.

    ‘I know, and that’s what makes it so great, that two straight guys can come out here together.’ She eyed us both. ‘I have to say, you two almost make a girl want to switch back to men.’

    ‘Do you want my cabin number, in case?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘No. Well, yes, I would, but no….’ She nodded toward the blonde. ‘There’s sort of a commitment,’ she said.

    ‘You could bring her along,’ I offered boldly.

    ‘She wouldn’t go for that. She’s died-in-the-wool, whereas I am a recent convert. She doesn’t even find you two attractive.’

    ‘Wow! She is hopeless, then,’ I joked.

    ‘Are you models?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘No, my goodness, no,’ she replied, laughing. ‘We’re school teachers. High school. I teach language; Spanish and English. Tara is a math teacher and we both double as physical education teachers, which should come as no surprise.’

    ‘Dam, where were you when I was in high school,’ I lamented.

    She smiled. ‘It might interest you to know that our phys ed classes ARE co-ed,’ she said.

    ‘Ohhh,’ Tuck moaned, pounding his head with the palm of his hand. ‘Born five years too soon. Hey, where do you teach, I need to go back for that Spanish class I flunked when I was in school.’

    It was a pleasure to watch her laugh with her sumptuous tits jiggling.

    ‘Well, I need to get back.’ she said as she stood up.

    Tuck stood up too, as a polite gesture, after a couple of seconds of staring at her pussy. The woman’s eyes fell immediately to his manhood swinging out from his loins….so did mine…and I saw the longing in Tuck’s eyes. He really wanted this woman. And I think she wanted him. I watched to see if he was going to start getting hard. Not yet.

    ‘At least a good-bye hug, teach?’ Tuck asked with a boyish smile.

    ‘Of course.’ She stepped in and smashed her perfect ten, naked body against Tuck’s perfect ten naked body and they embraced for what seemed like a very long time although it was only for a few seconds. I glanced at the other woman but she wasn’t looking our way. Tuck gave her a quick, friendly kiss as they were parting and I saw the longing in her eyes again. I let my eyes rake over her perfect ten as well, before I looked back at Tuck. His cock had begun to fluff out.

    ‘I gotta quit doing that; hugging naked women,’ he joked as sat back down with his knees cocked up.

    ‘The whole world was watching with great expectations,’ I said.

    ‘Geezusss! I just keep on having shitty luck,’ Tuck said. He shook his head, laughing. ‘First, I get dumped then, can you believe it, we meet two gorgeous babes on a nude beach and they turn out to be lesbians. I’m not even gong to tell anybody back home about this.’

    ‘About the lesbians or about coming to a nude beach with another guy?’

    ‘Neither. Geezuss, would you look at this,’ he said, looking down at himself. He was getting hard. His cock was alive and lifting upward with steady pulsations. It was cruel but I couldn’t help laughing.

    ‘Well, what the hell do you expect, the way you’ve been acting?’ I said. I felt comfortable, since he pointed it out, watching his cock growing bigger and bigger and slowly lifting out of its curve.

    ‘I don’t know whether to run down to the water or lay on it,’ he said.

    ‘Lying on it in this warm sand, it’ll probably think it’s a pussy. But going in the water seems a cruel thing to do,’ I chided him.

    ‘Fuck you,’ he said, laughing.

    ‘Sorry, the man said no sex on the beach,’ I reminded him.

    ‘I gotta get rid of this thing,’ he said, and jumped up and headed for the water. ‘You coming with me?’

    ‘If you don’t think people will get ideas, that I’m chasing a guy with a hardon,’ I quipped.

    I stood back for a second and watched. Not Tuck…well, yeah, Tuck’s beautiful ass as he headed for the beach…but more, I watched the others. People sat up, gaping, wide-eyed. A few reached for their cameras without asking Tuck’s permission. I ran to catch up with him. But first I stopped by the two girls.

    ‘By the way, what ship are you on. Maybe we could all have dinner together.’

    ‘The Light House,’ she replied. Her friend never looked up.

    ‘Dam, wrong ship,’ I said. I guess I was sort of relieved but at least I could tell Tuck I’d asked. I ran to catch up with him. We swam for awhile, playful as two dolphins.

    ‘Has that thing gone down yet?’ I asked.

    ‘Getting there,’ he said.

    ‘I don’t know what you’re getting all uptight about. Hell, it’s a nude beach. If I had what you’ve got I would be strutting around showing it off, even letting people take pictures.’ But Tuck didn’t see the humor.

    We had an all-eyes audience when we came out of the water, people watching to see if Tuck had lost his hardon. It’d gone down but it didn’t shrink up all that much even in the cold water. I held back from a little so I could watch the panther climbing around the side of his butt.

    ‘You should see this,’ I said, following a couple of paces behind him.

    ‘What?’ he asked, glancing around. ‘Man, you’re ogling my butt on a nude beach?’

    ‘Everybody’s ogling your butt,’ I said. ‘A couple of women pointed it out to me when I went to get drinks…when you walk, the panther looks like it’s trying to climb up your back.’

    ‘Oh.’ He tried to look over his shoulder and see.

    ‘You can’t see yours, you’ll have to watch me when I walk,’ I said.

    We went back to our towels and stretched out to dry off but one of the crew came around to announce that it was nearing time to head back to the ship.

    ‘I now you all hate to leave but if you want, you can sail back just as you are,’ he said. ‘That gives the crew a chance to ogle all of you gorgeous people.’

    ‘Are you going to?’ I asked Tuck.

    ‘Sure, why not? It’s not like they haven’t already seen us naked.’

    We attracted a lot of attention going back to the catamaran. Everyone commented on our tattoos which, I thought, was their excuse to be looking at us naked. I didn’t mind, and neither did Tuck. We even posed for more pictures. Tuck and I got our places back on the netting and stretched out for the trip back, our cocks hung down through the netting. But a deck hand advised us otherwise. He stepped between us and squatted down, with two towels for us.

    ‘Gentlemen, I have to advise against lying on the netting with it hanging. Some fish might mistake it for bait,’ he said.

    We raised up and tucked our cocks safely under us. We overheard several remarks about our butts and heard somebody talking quietly about Tuck getting a hardon on the beach.

    ‘Are you hearing this?’ I said quietly.

    ‘Yeah.’ But he took it stride and shrugged it off.

    ‘Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed your stay on the island. Did you enjoy the scenery?’

    There was a resounding YES.

    ‘Well, I must say, there is some exceptional scenery on this excursion. I hope you all brought your cameras and got some great pictures of the natural beauty on the island. Now, since you weren’t allowed to have sex-on-the-beach, you can have it now…drinks, that is. There is also rum punch and snacks; feel free to indulge yourselves. The trip back will be a little more casual, about two hours.’

    ‘Are you going to get anything to eat,’ I asked

    ‘No.’

    ‘Do you want me to get you something?’

    ‘If you want to.’

    I chuckled. ‘You don’t want to get up and wall back to the galley.’

    ‘Its rare, but sometimes I get a little self-conscious and tired of being a public spectacle,’ he said.

    I laughed again. ‘I’m sorry but it’s hard for the rest of us to sympathize or understand how anybody who looks like you can get tired of the admiration and attention.’

    ‘What do you mean, the rest of us? You make your way to the galley and see what kind of admiration and attention you get. Go on, I wanta watch. And, hey, would you get me one of those sex-on-the beach things?’

    ‘Now you tell me; hell, we were ON the beach, didn’t you read my butt?’ I joked. I shoved myself back off the netting and made my way to the galley. It was impossible not to brush against other naked people and I got a couple of not-so-accidental gropes. If the trip were a few hours longer, I thought the boat might turn into an orgy. I got us something to eat and drink and headed back.

    ‘So, how’d I do,’ I asked.

    ‘Every eye on the boat was following you,’ he said. ‘Even the two babes.’

    ‘You find it very difficult to call them lesbians, don’t you?’ I chided him.

    ‘It’s just so sad,’ he said.

    ‘The one you were talking to, I think she would sneak off to your cabin with very little encouragement,’ I told him.

    ‘I’m not so sure,’ he said.

    ‘Well, I asked her, but they’re on a different ship.’

    ‘You did?’ he said, sounding surprised.

    ‘The line between gay and straight gets fuzzy when you see somebody who looks like you or her. It wouldn’t take much for her to cross that line.’

    Tuck set his empty cup aside and stretched out again.

    ‘Tell me, why are some people privileged to live like this and the rest of us poor slobs have to go back to civilization?’ he asked.

    ‘Fate,’ I said.

    We lay together in quiet solitude, oblivious of others on the catamaran, and dozed. We were awakened by a crew member who said it was time to start getting dressed. Tuck and I raised up and stepped back onto the deck, to the applause of some of the passengers. I turned to Tuck, red-faced. He didn’t know what to make of it either.

    ‘Just showing our appreciation for the wonderful scenery,’ a woman said. ‘Do you mind terribly if we take pictures before you cover all of that up?’

    ‘Knock yourself out, lady,’ Tuck said. He looked at me. ‘How come your face is turning red. I thought you loved the attention,’ he said.

    Suddenly I jumped…so did Tuck…when a woman came up and grabbed our butts. We jumped but we didn’t move away.

    ‘I just had to get a feel of this before you cover it up,’ she

    said. ‘Would do me a favor and flex your butt muscles? I wanta see those panthers climb.’

    We stood there side by side, feeling rather foolish, and flexed our butt muscles for her and the others. I heard a lot of cameras click.

    The catamaran docked barely with plenty of time to spare.

    ‘I feel like I’ve been on a photo shoot,’ Tuck said as we were walking up the gangway.

    We went to Tuck’s cabin so I could retrieve my swimsuit. As I started to leave, he asked. ‘I’m eating in the Windjammer tonight. Do you want to join me? I’d like to skip the formal shit for a night.’

    ‘Yes, I would like that,’ I said.

    I was still on a cloud when I made my way down to the Windjammer. Tuck was waiting at a table overlooking the ocean. Conversation became easier over dinner.

    ‘I’m glad we met up,’ Tuck said. ‘It’s like we’re old friends. I guess we will be by the time the cruise is over.’

    ‘I don’t think you can get much friendlier than going to a nude beach together,’ I said, laughing.

    ‘Yeah, there is something about a nude beach that tends to bring people closer,’ he said. ‘Those people wouldn’t be applauding two naked guys back home. And the way that babe came up to us, just to talk and pay us a compliment. There was a feeling of absolute freedom out there.’

    ‘Hey, stupid, she wasn’t paying you a compliment. She was hot for your body,’ I said.

    ‘It was funny, her thinking we were together,’ Tuck said.

    Yeah, I thought….funny.

    ‘I don’t think we convinced her we weren’t,’ I said.

    ‘And how about the woman who wanted to feel our butts?’ he said, laughing.

    Tuck wanted us to go swimming in the big pool after we ate. I was only too happy to join him. It was as if he wanted to be with someone, and I was glad it was me. I liked the attention we got, too, with Tuck in his bright yellow bikini suit. He got a lot of looks and second looks and no wonder, the way he filled the suit out. I had been pondering the possibility of making a move. I didn’t have a lot of time. It was after all, Thursday night and if I didn’t have a plan soon, all could be lost. I had to find a way to keep me and Tuck together. I decided to make my move after we were done swimming. We would come to my room first on the way back from the pool and I would invite him in.

    We climbed out of the pool and wrapped towels around ourselves to go back to our cabins. We/he got a lot more looks as we made our way down the hallway and onto the elevator. We met up with the two women from the beach who had taken pictures of us; not the lesbians.

    ‘We were hoping we would see you again’ one of them said. ‘If you want to give us your address we’ll send you copies of the pictures we took. You can show them to your girlfriends back home.’ She held out a pad and pen. Tuck was hesitant but I reached for the pad and pen.

    ‘How am I going to explain who took them?’ I joked as I wrote down my address and thanked her.

    ‘You might be leaving yourself wide open for harassment,’ Tuck warned me when the girls were off the elevator.

    ‘Would I mind?’ I quipped in a macho way.

    At my cabin, I asked, ‘Do you want to come in for a little bit?’

    ‘Sure, might as well.’

    I made us drinks and Tuck slid the balcony door back. ‘Okay if we go out on the balcony?’ he asked.

    ‘That’s where I was headed,’ I said.

    ‘It’s an awesome sight, isn’t it?’ he said as I came out on the balcony and handed him his drink.

    ‘Yeah…yeah, it sure is,’ I said. He didn’t catch that I was

    talking about him. So, there we were, the ship underway, the two of us in our swimsuits, leaning over the rail, gazing out at the black, moonlit sea. Tuck didn’t say anything. His gaze seemed intent as he sipped his drink. Suddenly he turned his head away.

    ‘Dammit!’ he swore softly, and I thought his voice broke.

    ‘Tuck?’ I said gently.

    ‘She was supposed to be here with me for all of this,’ he said in a hoarse voice.

    ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I really am. If there was anything I could do….’

    He waved me off. ‘It’s okay, I’ll get over it.’ He turned to me then. ‘I gotta tell you, buddy, you’ve made it easier.’

    ‘I’m glad. I don’t know how, but I’m glad.’

    ‘Just by being on this ship at the same time I am. And befriending me.’

    ‘You would have been befriended by somebody anyway. You seemed alone,’ I said with a shrug.

    ‘Was I that pitiful?’ he asked with a grin.

    ‘I wouldn’t say pitiful. But a man very much alone.’

    ‘I was a man very much alone. I was beginning to regret even coming on the cruise. I think I was working to have a good time till I met up with you.’

    ‘I’ve enjoyed it, too,’ I said.

    There was a silence that I used to gather my courage. It was now or possibly never. There might not be another chance like this. I had purposely held my drink in my left hand so my hand wouldn’t be cold if I found the guts to reach out. Tuck lit the flame under me when he reached down and tugged at his swimsuit.

    ‘This thing is starting to get uncomfortable,’ he said.

    ‘I think you look good in it,’ I said. ‘So did a lot of other

    people. Not quite as good as you did at the beach, though.’ I paused for a short moment as I took in a quiet, deep breath then I reached down and touched side of his swimsuit. When he didn’t move I bravely reached over and brushed my hand over the front of his suit. He started but when he didn’t move away from me I gently squeezed the pouch of his suit. ‘I was afraid you wouldn’t let me do that,’ I said.

    ‘Why not?’ he said with a shrug.

    I was a little disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm but I couldn’t complain. We both kept gazing out over the ocean. I had moved my hand away but now I moved it back.

    ‘When did you first know that I wanted to?’ I asked as I gently massaged the bulge of his suit.

    ‘Just now, when you reached out,’ he said.

    ‘I tried not to give myself away too early in the game.’

    ‘You didn’t give yourself away at all,’ he said. ‘Although I admit I was a little suspicious when you got that Just Do It! tattoo put on your butt,’ he added, laughing.

    ‘I was afraid I might have raised some suspicion, in the jungle, and especially out at the beach.’

    ‘I didn’t really suspect anything; it was more wondering, in the back of my mind, the way you looked at me a few times.’

    I felt him up some more and he seemed to welcome it, pressing his manhood into my hand.

    ‘You haven’t started something you can’t finish, have you?’ he asked. ‘I mean, this isn’t your first time, too.’

    ‘I never start anything I can’t finish,’ I replied.

    ‘I’m glad. I’m desperate, you know,’ he said with a lopsided grin.

    ‘I just know you looked very lonely. I never thought of you as desperate.’ I ran my hand back and forth over the big hardening lump of his cock. It reached way out to his hip by now. When I tried to slip my and down inside his suit Tuck tugged it down in front and let his cock swing free out over his balls. It swung out and hit the railing; it must have hurt. I cupped his balls first. They were big and heavy. I wrapped my hand around his cock but my fingers wouldn’t reach all the way around it. I hefted the weight of it and trailed my fingers up and down the length of it several times, as if to guess its size.

    ‘Godd, I saw it on the beach but it feels even bigger than it looked. How big is it?’

    ‘Ten-plus inches,’ he replied matte-of-factly.

    I squeezed it a few times then cupped his balls again.

    ‘Can we go inside?’ Tuck asked in an anxious tone.

    ‘You said your suit is uncomfortable; let’s take it off.’ I handed him my drink and slowly knelt down in front of him. I wrapped my hands around his taut butt and urged him toward me so I was face to face with the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. He took a stance as if to move inside but I remained on my knees with a grip on his hips. I wet my lips and slid them over the head of his cock and took about half of it in my mouth.

    ‘Ohhhhh, Godddddd!’ he groaned aloud.

    I sucked for a moment as I pulled his suit off of him and tossed it aside. He moaned the whole time, squeezing the railing so hard his knuckles were white. If there was anyone on the balconies on either side of us they could hear. I didn’t care.

    ‘I think we’d better go inside and close the door, you’re going to have me screaming in about a minute,’ he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

    ‘Nobody would hear you except the fish,’ I said, but Tuck was already going into the cabin.

    He turned down the bed and stretched out across it on his back, anxiously offering himself up to me. His cock stretched up over his navel, throbbing and rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

    ‘Good, that is beautiful!’ I said as I reached out between his legs and began sucking is cock again.

    ‘Ohhhhh! Ohhhh, Sweet Geezusss! That feels so good! I never had anything feel so good!’ he gasped.

    ‘Don’t get too excited too fast, I would like to make it last awhile,’ I said.

    ‘Fuck, me too!’

    ‘Let me know when you get close so I can ease off. I want to give you everything I know how, for as long as you can last.’

    ‘Geezuss! I can only imagine what all that’s going to be.’

    I showed him. I bathed his entire body with my tongue. His warm, smooth muscles felt good to the touch and the way he sort of trembled in the wake of my tongue I think it felt good to him. His cock stood way up over his stomach now, reaching for his pecs, throbbing and bucking angrily. I occasionally gave it a kiss, or went down and sucked on his balls but I concentrated on his body as a whole more than his manhood. There was plenty of time for that. Tuck kept his hand wrapped gently around my head, as if to guide me, or maybe to prevent me from stopping ‘Geezussss!….Fuck, I never had anybody do anything like this before. You don’t have any idea what you’re doing to me,’ he gasped.

    ‘I think I do,’ I said, giving his hard cock a squeeze.

    ‘Please….if you don’t mind…get back on my cock. Stop torturing me and suck it,’ he begged.

    I didn’t mind. I did as he asked. I stretched out between his legs again, propped up on my elbows and sucked his cock slowly, almost reverently. I used my tongue a lot, making his cock twitch and quiver, and that forced out a steady stream of his ball juice that I lapped up. He tasted wonderful and his huge, thick meat felt good in my hand and mouth.

    ‘I wanta come,’ he gasped suddenly. ‘Please, don’t make me hold off, I wanta shoot my load so bad. Don’t worry, I can keep right on going if you want.’

    ‘Okay. Fire away,’ I said. I thought it was so neat that he

    practically begged for my permission to come. I put everything I had into that final moment of servicing him. I wanted him to go ballistic. I wanted him to remember this time for the rest of his natural life.

    His hands gripped my head tighter and he started humping his butt up out of the mattress trying to drive his cock deep into my throat. I wished I could take it….I thought perhaps I could, but not till it was a little more like rubber and I didn’t want to interrupt the momentum to let it go down a little. He was too close and if I stopped, heaven only knew what he would do. Probably rape my throat.

    ‘UUunnnnhhhhhh!’ He groaned suddenly. ‘Awwgghhh! Awwwhhh, fuck, man, I’ m gonna come!! Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhhh, keep sucking it…don’t stop…I’m coming….!’

    He seemed to be trying to warn me and urge me off of his cock, but I stayed on it. I wanted his load. I wanted to make it complete for him. His come shot out of his cock like a gun blast in a thick, heavy rope and splattered against the back of my mouth. He hit me again, and again, and again. I was amazed at the volume of his load. I’d never taken a load like it. After a half dozen or more blasts…..I lost count….I wondered if he was going to stop. I certainly wondered where it was all coming from. I swallowed some of it but my tongue soaked up the flavor of him before I swallowed again, and again, gulping down the hot, thick, sweet nectar.

    When the flood tide began to subside, he took his hands off of my head and let his arms fall heavily at his sides. His cock continued to throb in my mouth and I bathed it in its own semen. Tuck groaned and whimpered as I slavered his come around his head of his cock. Then he put his hands on my head again.

    ‘Awww, please…I can’t take any more…it’s driving me nuts,’ he begged.

    His cock had lost a little of its rigidity and in a moment of frenzy I forced my mouth all the way down on it, forcing it up into my throat. It curved into my throat easily. I gulped on it and milked it with my throat muscles till I thought Tuck was going to go out of his mind then I slowly withdrew, sucking the final drops of his load out of the thick tube.

    ‘Goddam, I don’t know how you did that!’ he gaped.

    ‘Sheer determination,’ I said.

    It could’ve been a tense moment right after, especially so if it’s a guy’s first time, which I assumed it was for Tuck. Thankfully, he didn’t make any move to leave. He lay there, breathing hard and he didn’t mind that I stayed between his legs, lapping his balls lovingly and kissing the come off of his cock as it continued to ooze out. I usually liked to wait till the other guy spoke first, to get a sense of his mood, but Tuck was too quiet.

    ‘Are you okay?’ I asked with a soft chuckle.

    ‘I will be,’ he said. ‘ Right now, fuck, this ship could go down and I wouldn’t be able to make it to the life boat. Dam, stud, you drained me.’

    I lay there kissing his balls and his cock and caressing his muscular thighs. ‘You are fuckin’ unbelievable,’ I said.

    ‘So are you. I don’t believe you took my load. And didn’t let it go to waste. I didn’t know guys really did that.’

    ‘I told you, I never leave a job unfinished,’ I said. I loved his innocence and the way he said I didn’t let it go to waste instead of say I’d swallowed it.

    ‘You certainly know how to finish the job,’ he said.

    I was still stroking his cock which still hadn’t gone down. ‘The stupid woman,’ I muttered under my breath.

    ‘What?’

    ‘I was thinking out loud, what a stupid woman your fiance was, giving all this up. Was it because you’re too big, do you think?’

    ‘I don’t think so, but I don’t know for sure,’ he said.

    ‘Did she ever complain about the size of your cock?’

    ‘She never had a chance. We never did anything.’

    I looked up at him, surprised.

    ‘It’s true. She was a virgin. Saving herself for the right man, she said. I thought I was him.’ He turned his head to the side. ‘And now, after I waited all that time, she’ll be giving herself to some other guy. Hell, probably already has.’ His voice broke and he threw his forearm over his eyes.

    ‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered as I nuzzled into his crotch and kissed his balls. ‘I’m so damned sorry, Tuck.’

    ‘It’s not your problem.’

    ‘Let it be,’ I said.

    ‘Well, you did solve part of the problem.’ he said with a chuckle again after he’d straightened up. ‘And thanks for taking my load like that. It made it all seem so complete.’

    ‘Do you really think I would let all of that sweet nectar go to waste?’

    ‘It’s not really sweet, is it?’ he asked.

    ‘Yours is,’ I said. ‘Haven’t you ever tasted your own come, even as a boy?’

    ‘No. You sound as if I should have.’

    ‘I think most guys do at one time or other, even if it’s by accident when they’re jacking off. And the way you shoot, I don’t know you kept from it.’ His cock was reversing its course, heading back to another hardon. ‘I can do it again if you want,’ I said.

    ‘Oh, I want to, but there’s no rush. I need to sort things out.’ He squirmed to get up.

    ‘Don’t think too deep,’ I told him. ‘I wouldn’t want you to get all fucked up in the head over this.’

    ‘I’m not. I just need to sort things out. This has been a real turn of events for me. Fuck, man, I came on a cruise on what was supposed to be my honeymoon and end up having sex with another guy. That’s some pretty heavy stuff,’ he said as he got up.

    ‘I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?’ I said as he was putting his swimsuit back on.

    ‘Yeah….maybe the Windjammer, not the dining room.’

    I was relieved that he said yes….or at least maybe. I watched with great longing as he left my cabin. I wasn’t sure I would have another chance like this with him. I didn’t know what all he had to sort out. I only hoped that I hadn’t contributed to his misery. I couldn’t get him out of my mind; the wonderful time we’d had at the beach, and Godd, the sex was incredible. I only hoped it was for him. I kept thinking of the island, imagining Tuck and me stranded there, or actually living there. I wondered how one went about purchasing an island in the Caribbean. Suddenly an idea hit me. I quickly got dressed and rushed down to the purser’s desk to clear then went to the tours desk to get information on the nude beach. The man reached under the counter for a brochure. I convinced him with a twenty-dollar bill to call the place for me. It took only a few minutes to make the arrangements. I hurried back up to my room and grabbed a towel and my loin cloth then rushed to Tuck’s cabin and knocked on the door. He answered wearing a pair of shorts and a half smile.

    ‘Grab your loin cloth and a towel,’ I said.

    ‘What? Why?’

    ‘We’re going back to the island.’

    ‘What? The ship’s going to be pulling out in a half hour.’

    ‘I know. You have to hurry.’

    ‘What the hell….’ he said, stepping back from the door to let me in. ‘Would you mind telling me what’s going on?’

    ‘I’ve hired the catamaran to take us back to the island. They’ll pick us up in the morning.’

    ‘We’re supposed to be in Barbados in the morning,’ he said, but he was already pulling on his clothes.

    ‘We’ll catch a plane out to Barbados. We’ll pick up the ship tomorrow,’ I said.

    The idea was catching on. He was hurrying more, grabbing a towel to roll up his loincloth.

    My heart was in my throat, and I think his was too, as we left the ship.

    ‘Now, exactly what are we doing?’ Tuck asked. ‘We’re taking the catamaran back to the island….?

    I stopped, suddenly realizing that he didn’t understand completely. I looked down at my feet with a sigh. ‘Maybe I moved too fast,’ I said. I looked back up at him, squarely in his eyes. I kept thinking about the island, and how great it would be to spend some time there, and after….after what happened between us, I got the idea that it would be great to spend the night there, just the two of us. But maybe I’m out of line. I should have asked, or at least explained, before I dragged you off the ship. Its not too late to get back on if you go right now.’

    ‘If I go back, you’re going onto the island yourself?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes. I’ve contracted for the catamaran.’

    He glanced back at the ramp just in time to see two deckhands pulling it in.

    ‘Too late,’ he said.

    ‘I can stop them,’ I said.

    ‘No,’ he said quickly. ‘No, let ‘em…take it up.’

    I smiled. That’s all I could do, I was so damned happy.

    ‘This has got to be the craziest thing I ever did,’ he said as we walked down the dock toward the taxi stand.

    ‘Yeah, me too, but hey, we survived the jungle,’ I said.

    I had the cab driver take us to a small grocery where we bought food and drink for the night, then on to the catamaran.

    ‘How the hell did you arrange this, getting the island for ourselves?’ he asked.

    ‘Remember, the guy said the island is used for private parties? I booked a private party.’

    ‘Dam, this has got to be costing a fortune. I didn’t bring that much extra cash.’

    ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said.

    Jimmie had the catamaran ready, with one other crew member on board.

    ‘You guys didn’t bring blankets?’ he asked as we boarded with only a rolled up towel and the stuff we’d bought from the grocery.

    ‘No.’

    Dave, the other crew member, dug out two blankets and gave them to us. ‘It gets chilly at night,’ he said. ‘You got matches or anything to light a fire?’

    ‘No.’ He gave us some matches.

    As we got underway, Tuck and I stretched out on the netting again and watched the water speed along under us.

    ‘You think this is nuts, don’t you?’ I said.

    ‘I think it’s a great idea,’ he said excitedly.

    ‘Do you, really?’ I asked. ‘You don’t think I pressured you.’

    ‘Yeah, but I’m glad you did,’ he said.

    We arrived at the island well before sunset. They let us off and headed back. They would pick us up when they delivered the nude beach party the next morning.

    ‘Tell me I’m not the only one with a strange feeling in his stomach,’ Tuck said.

    ‘You’re not,’ I said. ‘Strange, but good.’

    ‘Yeah. Good. We’re stranded on a deserted island.’

    ‘If there was time and I’d thought about, I would’ve invited those two women to come along,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t think they would’ve had a good time,’ Tuck said.

    ‘Not those two; the ones who took the pictures.’

    ‘Well, shall we build a fire to keep the wild beasts away?’ Tuck said.

    ‘Hell, I didn’t even think to ask about varmints and wild animals,’ I said.

    ‘I doubt there’s anything too big for us to handle out here,’ he said.

    We scouted the island and found a place that sloped up to a small grove of scrubby trees, facing the sunset. We gathered some wood and built a fire then spread out supper out on a towel.

    ‘I guess this is what they call survival of the fittest,’ Tuck remarked.

    ‘Well, there’s no doubt you’ll survive it,’ I said.

    We ate in silence; bread, cheese and fruit, washing it down with bottled water, and watched the sun set fiery red into the sea. I wondered what Tuck was thinking. I wondered if he’d gotten things sorted out. In moments, dusk was upon us, and darkness came on its tail. We sat gazing into the fire.

    ‘This is nice,’ he said. ‘I’m glad you thought of it.’

    ‘I’m glad you came,’ I said. ‘Listen, Tuck…what happened between us….it doesn’t have to happen again. I didn’t arrange this just for that. I wouldn’t mind if it did, but I thought it would be an adventure, coming out here. And you are the adventurous type. But you said you needed to sort things out.’

    ‘I wouldn’t mind if it did, either,’ he said.

    ‘You don’t know how wonderful it is to hear you say that.’

    ‘Hey, let’s go for a swim,’ he said. He pulled off his boots and socks and stood up to take off his shorts.

    ‘Let me do that for you,’ I said, moving to my knees. He stepped in front of me with his hands held out to his sides. I fumbled with the tab and the buttons, my hands were shaking so.

    ‘Do you want me to?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘No. I’m just nervous, I guess,’ I said.

    ‘No need to be,’ he assured me.

    I finally got his shorts undone and pulled them down and he lifted his feet to let me take them off. I tugged on his briefs, pulling them down off his hips and down his thighs till his cock was released.

    ‘Let’s wait,’ he said as he stepped back from me. He waited till I was naked then we ran to the water together. I don’t remember a more exhilarating and free feeling than swimming and playing in the vast sea with Tuck. I swam out too far for Tuck and he called me back.

    ‘I know you’re a crack swimmer, but don’t take any foolish chances,’ he said.

    We swam back and ran up the beach to the fire. Tuck put more wood on the fire while I spread a blanket out over the sand. We lay down together, facing the fire, me on my stomach and Tuck on his side, facing me.

    ‘This is so fuckin’ nice,’ he said.

    We didn’t say much of anything else for a long time. It was silly but I was still nervous, doubtful and wondering how to approach him. Finally, I took the bull by the horns. I turned onto my side and reached out with my hand on Tuck’s hip. He slung his right leg back as a gesture of invitation. His great cock and heavy balls were draped over his other thigh. I gently urged him onto his back and he spread his legs out wide and I crawled between them. I began by kissing his thighs, up and down, moving more to the inside each trip up, till his cock had lifted up from his balls and swung around to his hip, pulsating with powerful throbs. He shoved his cock upright for my mouth and I took him.

    ‘Godd, you are incredible,’ he breathed as I began sucking his cock.

    ‘I can be more incredible,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t know how.’

    ‘Do you want me to show you?’ I asked.

    ‘Man, you can show me anything you like,’ he said emphatically.

    I sucked his cock for a moment then moved down to concentrate on his balls, pushing his legs wider as I worked under his balls. Tuck hunkered his butt up for me and with a little urging I think he realized what I wanted to do and he finally lifted his legs up so I could get to his ass. I don’t think he fully realized my full intention till I lilted him higher with his butt up in my hands. His legs fell wide then swung around over his body as I tilted him even higher and bent him in half.

    ‘Oh, Geezusss,’ I whispered as I gazed at his beautiful ass, spread open so invitingly, offering me the delicious looking hole. I breathed my hot breath on him at first, then dragged my tongue along the slopes of his butt muscles, leading into the deep crevice. He squirmed in my hands and wriggled his butt around. I flicked his hole with my tongue.

    ‘Ohh!’ he gasped.

    I dragged my tongue over his hole.

    ‘OOhhhhhhh!’

    Then I began tonguing his asshole, driving the tip of my tongue in as far s I could each time and the muscles contracted around it.

    ‘Awwwhhhh, Fuuckkkkkkk! W-what’re you d-doing!’ he cried softly.

    I dug my fingers deep between his butt muscles and pulled his asshole wide open. I could barely make out in the moonlight the soft pink lining past the hole, palpitating with each throb of his cock. I buried my face between his butt muscles and drove my stiffened tongue in deep.

    ‘AAAwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!’ he cried aloud.

    I had him on the run and I wasn’t going to let up and allow him to retreat. I raised up and pushed his hips even higher off the blanket, holding him there with my knees lodged against the small of his back. He was bent in half with his legs sticking out over his head, his knees nearly touching the blanket on either side of his head. He had such a helpless look on his face. I went to work on him again. I literally devoured his ass, like a hungry wolf, and he had clamped his mouth over his forearm to muffle his outcries.

    ‘It’s okay to yell,’ I told him.

    I wanted to make him come in that position. It was a cruel thing to do maybe but I wanted to show him how hot I could make him without touching his cock. I worked diligently, if it can be called work. I was loving the hell out of it. He had a gorgeous ass that tasted wonderful. Suddenly Tuck clawed gat the blanket.

    ‘Ohh, Godd…Ohhh,Geezussss…Awww, mannn, you gotta stop…you’re gonna make me come!…OHhhh, stop…Goddd, Stop! I can’t breath…I’m gonna come!!’ he yelled.

    I purposely ignored him. I kept devouring his ass and he brought his hands up to cover his face. When I knew he was getting close…I could tell by the hard contractions of his asshole around my tongue…when I had him past the point of no return I reached up and pulled his hands away. He gave me a funny look, almost bewildered as he gasped for air. His asshole relaxed wide open and I drove my tongue in as deep as I could reach. It tightened around my tongue then relaxed and tightened again. I knew he was coming; his load had been released and was on its way. I wished I could see it but that was a small price to pay for the event. He groaned and moaned and I heard him gasp and grumble and curse, mostly unintelligible. I could feel the power of his climax, the surges through his entire body each time his cock exploded with a streak of semen. The island might have trembled.

    ‘Shit…Brad…I c-can’t move and I can’t breathe,’ he gasped.

    I raised up to the most beautiful sight, this incredibly handsome male with copious streaks of come all over his face. I lifted his legs up and lay them on each side of me. I was elated at the sight of him with come streaked all over his face and neck and shoulders and chest. It looked like somebody had white-washed him. He had his eyes closed with pools of come covering them. Streaks of come lay across mouth as well. I hoped he wouldn’t be sorry I’d done this to him.

    ‘I’ll get a towel,’ I said as I backed off to my haunches.

    Tuck was lying there waiting, with his eyes tightly closed and his lips pursed. He instinctively flicked his tongue out to clean his lips and got a healthy taste of his own come.

    ‘Aaawwwggghhhhh!’ he groaned as he sat up, swiping his face frantically with his hand.

    I handed him the towel and he wiped the come off of his eyes.

    ‘Man, I got it in my mouth! It’s terrible! How do you do that, swallow it, I mean?’

    ‘It’s an acquired taste…from this side of the fence,’ I said.

    ‘Well, I’m staying on this side of the fence, thanks,’ he declared. ‘Geezuss, I need something to wash it down.’

    I got a bottle of water and handed it to him. He swirled and gargled and spit it out. Then he took another gulp and swallowed it.

    ‘It doesn’t do anything to cut the taste,’ he said. ‘Motherfuck! I don’t believe you did that to me,’ he said, half laughing.

    ‘I hope I didn’t take things too far. You said I could show you anything I wanted.’

    ‘Naw, it was incredible. I mean, I can’t believe you made me come like that. You never even touched my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hot and primed.’

    ‘I told you I could be more incredible.’

    ‘Geezuss, that drained me,’ he said, lying back on the blanket.

    We lay together for a long quiet time, looking up at the stars and the moon. It grew chilly and Tuck raised up to bring the other blanket up over us, and soon he fell asleep, drained. I lay watching him till I dozed off too. I came awake to the weight of his heavy arm across my chest and his muscular thigh thrown across my middle with my cock throbbing in the crook of his knee. I didn’t move for fear of waking him. I was so happy that tears came to my eyes. I glanced at my watch; eleven o’clock. As much as I cherished the moment I decided we shouldn’t be wasting precious time sleeping. I squirmed to bring him awake. He woke up with a start, realizing the position we were in and quickly moved his leg away from my hardon. He started to move his arm but I stopped him.

    ‘Its okay, don’t move away,’ I said, holding his arm against my chest.

    Oddly, he began trailing his fingers casually over the left

    side of my chest. I shivered when he touched my tits.

    ‘You like that?’ he asked with a chuckle.

    ‘Yes. But I feel I should warn you, that’s a form of reciprocation.’

    ‘Well, I can’t be doing that, then,’ he said and jerked his hand away. He was joking, but he sat up to gaze out at the sea. ‘I can’t believe we’re out here on a deserted island,’ he said.

    ‘Tuck….?’ I said hoarsely.

    ‘Yeah?’ he said with a turn off his head.

    ‘I said I would show you everything…,’ I said, my voice trailing off, for I wasn’t sure I had the courage to finish.

    ‘Yeah?’ he said again.

    ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ The words coming out of my own mouth almost left me without air to breath.

    He just looked at me.

    ‘You’re serious.’

    ‘Yes,’ I said.

    ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But are you sure…I mean, I’m pretty oversized…won’t it hurt?’

    ‘Yes, I’m sure, I know how big you are, and yes, it’ll hurt some, but nothing I can’t handle,’ I said.

    ‘You’re not a virgin,’ he said.

    ‘Not since I was seventeen.’

    ‘Wow. That’s pretty young.’

    ‘I thought I was ready,’ I said.

    ‘You weren’t?’

    ‘I don’t think anyone ever is, but it doesn’t matter because you think you are and that’s all that matters.’

    ‘Was it somebody you…a buddy, or what?’ he asked.

    ‘If you don’t mind me asking,’ he added.

    ‘It was an older guy. Not old; he was twenty-seven, but that’s old when you’re seventeen. He worked at the gym where I worked out. It was late and I was trying to get through my workout and he told me not to hurry; I could finish up after he closed up the gym, while he was cleaning. I was doing bench presses, spread out on the bench in my workout shorts…he told me I could take my shirt after he closed the place up. He told me I could take off my shorts, too, but I thought he was kidding. I had just racked the barbell and was taking a rest before my next set when he walks up to the head of the bench. He picked up the barbell and set it down a notch on the rack and told me to try it there. I figured okay, he was a personal trainer, so he knew what he was talking about. But before I finished my breather he came around to the foot of the bench and stands there and just looks at me. I thought he was wanting me to finish up, so I started to raise up but he shoved me back down on the bench. Not hard, but just pushed me with his hand against my chest. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up and bent me in half and shoved my feet under the barbell so I was bent in half. The barbell was on the lower notch, about level with my head. I thought he was just playing around till he pulled my workout shorts down off my butt, and even then I still thought he was just playing grab-ass. But then he peeled his T-shirt off and took off his shorts and his jockstrap, then when I saw that he had a bottle of lube, I knew what he intended to do. I knew, but I asked him what he was doing; I stammered. He said, what’s it look like. I’m giving you something you want. I didn’t know he knew I wanted to get fucked when I didn’t know it myself.’

    ‘You couldn’t get away from him?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘I was crunched up, bent in half, more than in half. I was locked in under the barbell with my feet right beside my head. I’d seen him in the locker room, so I knew how he was built hanging, but by this time, he wasn’t hanging. His cock was standing out about eight inches, maybe more, thick as hell, throbbing like all get out. He squirted some lube on his cock and smeared it around then squirted some in the crack of my ass.

    I have no idea how I psyched myself up but I knew I was going to get fucked and I resigned myself to it. He straddled the bench, aimed his cock and it was hot as hell, pressing against my hole. He bent his knees and forced his cock through my hole. I never had anything hurt so bad in my life. He told me not to yell, and I didn’t, because I thought if I did, he would really get rough with me. I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth and endured it till he was all the way in me and I felt his balls smashed against my butt. He held it like that for a moment, all I could feel was the throbbing, and it was like his steady throbbing was sucking the pain out. Then he pulled back and started fucking me. Well, pretty quick, I realized that it wasn’t hurting so bad, then not at all, then it was feeling sort of good, then fuckin’ good. It was like my ass sort of woke up and I started humping my butt up for him. He fucked me for about a half hour before he finally went off. I could feel him shooting inside me and that set me off. Actually, he did to me what I did to you, only I wasn’t fucking you. He made me shoot off all over myself. That’s when I got my first real taste of my own come. I got a mouthful.’

    ‘Did it make you sick?’

    ‘No, oddly enough, it didn’t. I didn’t like it, but I figured it was my come so it couldn’t hurt me. I guess I just recycled it.’

    ‘Was that the only time?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘No, actually, it wasn’t. I was pretty damned screwed up in the head for a few days but I went back to the gym. He was friendly as hell when I came back, acted as if nothing had happened. He gave me a free protein drink and told me I could work out as late as I wanted to again.’

    ‘Did you stay late?’

    ‘Yes. I think that’s the reason I went to the gym so late in the evening, so I would be there at closing time.’

    ‘So, it happened again?’

    ‘Yeah, that night and about every other night that he was working. We must’ve had sex on every machine in the gym.

    ‘You were only seventeen? It could’ve been considered rape,’ Tuck said.

    ‘If I had told anybody, it would’ve been rape. But I kept going back. I think he was worried about it, though. He gave me all the protein shakes I wanted and kept me supplied with protein bars and energy drinks.’

    ‘So you found out you liked it.’

    ‘Yeah, I was hooked. But I didn’t know how hooked till I met you.’

    ‘Oh?’

    ‘I think my asshole saw your before I did,’ I said, laughing.

    ‘I gotta tell you, hearing you tell about it has given me a hardon,’ he said. ‘Do you still want me to fuck you?’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘How do you want it?’ he asked. ‘I mean, on your back or stomach or what?’

    I rolled onto my stomach. ‘Let’s start out this way,’ I said as I reached for my shorts to dig out the small tube of lubricant.

    ‘You came prepared,’ Tuck said.

    ‘I came hopeful,’ I said.

    I applied some lube to my ass then handed the tube to Tuck. I spread my legs out wide and drew my knees up a little to tilt my butt up for him. He knelt behind me, holding his greased cock in one hand and began kneading my butt muscles and probing around with his thumb.

    ‘Want me to get you loosened up a little?’ he said as he shoved his thumb through my hole as far as it would reach and wriggled it around.

    ‘Ooooohhhhh, Yessss,’ I whispered.

    He replaced his thumb with his middle finger. It went in a lot deeper and he found my prostate, although he didn’t know it.

    ‘Ohh, Goddd!’ I cried out. ‘Godd, you’ve got big fingers! Ohhhh…Ohhhh.’

    He fucked and gouged my ass with his finger for a bit then shoved two fingers inside me.

    ‘Ooohhhh,’ I gasped again as he stretched my hole.

    ‘This is going to hurt, isn’t it?’ he said.

    Yeah, it was going to hurt. His thick, ass-buster cock was gong to pry me apart and stretch my ass unmercifully and it was going to go deep. ‘Nothing I can’t handle,’ I said. I gripped the blanket and held my breath in anticipation of what was yet to come; being impaled on his huge cock.

    When he pulled his fingers out I knew I was about to be fucked. I braced myself. I wasn’t a virgin but I’d never taken a cock as big as Tuck’s. I felt his heat, then the pressure of the blunt head against my hole. I didn’t cower, but held a firm stance to let him know I was ready for him. He clasped his big hands around my hip bones and poked and prodded against the pliable muscle for a moment, then he shoved. My ass parted like the Dead Sea and he was suddenly inside of me.

    Wwwhhhoooaaaaa!’ I cried softly.

    ‘You okay?’ he asked, with some concern.

    ‘Yesss! Don’t stop or pull out,’ I said.

    ‘Oh, I hadn’t planned to,’ he said. ‘This is incredible!

    Tuck was so gentle and considerate. He waited a moment to let me get used to his size then began easing his cock into me.

    Slowly, his cock impaled me, boring through my guts like a drill through soft earth, spreading my insides, plowing past anything in its path. Part way in, I was wanting it all; he was being too easy…I wanted the physical slaughter of his huge cock. I shoved my ass back on his cock. He came up against something that felt like rock bottom, but worked past it and buried the final inches of his cock.

    ‘AAwwwwhhhhhhhhh!’ he groaned softly as my asshole devoured his manhood.

    ‘Ohh, Myy Godd!’ I whispered to the sand. His cock throbbed deep inside me, his hard loins pressed hard against my spread butt, his big hands gripped my hips like a vise and his warm, hairy thighs brushed against mine. He fucked me. My Godd, did he fuck me! He used long, full-cock strokes, he used short, deep jabs, he used short jabs of the head of his cock in and out of my asshole. He fucked me like a jackhammer. He gradually fucked me flat on the blanket so I was sprawled out, spread-eagle. He clasped his bit hands around my tight butt muscles and fucked me like a pile driver. He was the best I’d ever had, bar none, and I couldn’t help thinking what his poor, stupid fiance had given up. Then he asked the stupidest question.

    ‘Am I doing this right?’

    ‘Oh, Geezusss! If you only knew how right!’ I gasped.

    ‘I want you to turn over, on your back,’ he said hoarsely.

    I liked the way he said it; not just turn over, but he wanted me on my back. I started to ease forward off his cock but he slipped one arm around my waist to hold me tight and carefully maneuvered me onto my side then my back, without pulling his cock out. I lifted my legs and he clasped his hands around my ankles and held my legs wide apart as he began to fuck me again. I thrilled to the sight of his muscles rippling as he moved, and his handsome face contorting in untold pleasure.

    ‘I can’t believe anything can feel so good,’ he said.

    I was glad, but I wondered if he were wishing it were his fiance instead of me. I clasped my hands around his thick forearms and moved up to his powerful upper arms, tracing the shape of his bulging triceps. My finger encircled barely half the circumference of his biceps. I embraced his broad, muscular shoulders and trailed my fingers down over his chest. His tits were standing out taut. I fluttered my fingers over his abs and clasped my hands around his butt to pull him in tight.

    ‘Your butt feels like warm bowling balls,’ I said.

    He smiled. ‘Careful you don’t get your hand bit by a panther,’ he said.

    I was nearly overwhelmed by the intense passion that was fueling my desire for him, and my desire made my passion even greater. I never felt more a man than with this magnificent male god claiming my body for his own pleasure.

    ‘How long do you want me to go; I can last forever,’ he said.

    ‘As long as you want; just take me with you.’

    ‘Oh, I have no intentions of letting you go,’ he said.

    No man had ever fucked me so wonderfully or so long. I paid no attention at the time, but I would learn later that he went on for over two hours. I quickly discovered how he liked my hands on his muscles and he liked me touching his nipples.

    ‘I never knew I had feelings in my nipples,’ he said.

    ‘Guys have feelings about everywhere a woman does,’ I told him.

    ‘Yeah, but women are supposed to have ’em, they’re built that way.’

    ‘If men weren’t built that way, too, they wouldn’t have the same good feelings,’ I said.

    My hands were all over him, constantly on the move over his warm, muscular body, squeezing his muscles, testing his strength. I had my hands clasped around his shoulders and in a sudden, bold move, I pulled him down to me. He leaned down over me, covering me like a stallion on a mare, his face so close that his sweet breath wafted over my face. There was a brief instant when our eyes met, our gaze locked and I think he was forced to look away with fright. I put my hands on each side of his thick neck and he looked back. I didn’t urge him down, he came on his own, lowering his head, his face coming closer and closer to mine. Then he closed his eyes, as if to block out what was about to happen, or perhaps to escape it. But there was no escape; our lips were like magnets being drawn together. Eyes closed, his lips found their way to mine.

    ‘Uuuhhhnnnnnnnn,’ he moaned softly as he smashed his mouth over mine, his tongue probing through my slack lips.

    I met his tongue and felt an electrical jolt go through me; I think he felt it too, for he whimpered. It was a long, passionate kiss, the most passionate I’d ever experienced. We swapped spit and sucked on each other’s tongues. We practically devoured each other, till suddenly I felt his body jolt then shudder, like a small earthquake had shaken the island. His cock bolted and lurched inside me.

    ‘Ohh, I’m gonna come!’ he gasped.

    ‘Yesss! Give it to me!’ I moaned.

    He gave it to me, but not with the frenzy I might have expected. He simply held his position, cock-deep, and let it happen. I could feel his cock throbbing and jerking around inside me, then the sudden heat of his semen spread through my insides. It was a hellacious come. It drained the man of more than his semen. It sucked the very life out of him. When he was finally finished, he hovered over me for a moment, his massive arms shaking.

    ‘I’m gonna collapse,’ he said.

    ‘Go ahead, I can hold you,’ I said.

    His weight spread on top of me felt wonderful and I wrapped my arms and legs around him to hold him tight.

    ‘I really didn’t intend to go off that quick,’ he said.

    ‘I’m sure you good for more than one,’ I said.

    ‘Oh, yeah.’

    ‘Then it doesn’t matter. We’ve got the whole night to ourselves,’ I told him.

    We slept barely at all. Tuck discovered that he liked the feel of a male ass and he couldn’t get enough of mine. He fucked me in every position known to man. He even fucked me in the water. Between times I sucked his cock and was rewarded with loads of his salty-sweet come. I couldn’t get enough of him. A couple of times he started to get a little sappy, as he put it, but each time, he checked himself and reverted to his macho self. One of those times, I think he was giving serious thought to going down on me. We were lying together and he had surprised me by putting his arm out for me to lay my head on. His bicep was big enough for a pillow but not very soft.

    ‘I really wish I could give something back,’ he said in a hoarse tone.

    ‘Trust me, you’ve given back in kind,’ I assured him.

    ‘You know what I mean…I wish I could go down on you but it’s just not in me.’

    ‘Stop worrying about it. You haven’t left me wanting for a thing,’ I said.

    He was quiet, then, and I thought that was the closest he would ever come to expressing his more sensitive side. We dozed again and when I came awake first, I got up and went for a swim. I couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of being such a free spirit. When I came out of the water and walked back to the blanket, Tuck was awake, sitting up with his knees cocked up and his arms folded across them. I picked up my towel and stood beside him to dry off. I realized that he was looking at me; gazing, was more like, his head tilted, his mouth slack and I dared to hope, yet dared not. Suddenly he moved to his knees, facing me, face to face with my manhood, his eyes unwavering.

    ‘Tuck….?’ I whispered. I wanted to tell him not do it but it was too late. I heard him swallow then his mouth was opened wide and closing around the head of my cock.

    ‘Ohhhh, Geezussssss!’ I moaned, my head back.

    He didn’t suck me. He simply took my cock in his mouth as far as he could and held it there while he washed it with his tongue. It lasted perhaps a minute then he withdrew. He knelt there, gazing at my cock, then slumped his shoulders and turned and sat down and drew his knees up like he was.

    ‘I don’t believe I did that,’ he said to the sea. ‘But I had to.’

    ‘No you didn’t,’ I said. ‘I’ve been deliriously happy with what you’ve given me.’

    ‘Yeah, I did,’ he said. ‘I would like to call it a token reciprocation, but it was more curiosity.’

    ‘And? Now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity.’

    ‘I have to say, no offense, but I don’t get the attraction,’ he said.

    ‘No offense taken. Straight guys don’t.’

    ‘Hell, I probably wouldn’t be very good at it anyway,’ he said.

    I sat down beside him. ‘You’ll never know, though, what it means to me that you tried it,’ I said.

    ‘Well, when the sun comes up and we leave this island, I’m going to put it so far behind me, it’ll never crop up in my mind again.’

    ‘All of it?’ I asked.

    ‘No,’ he said, looking around at me. ‘No, I won’t ever forget this.’

    ‘Part of me wishes it could’ve been with your bride,’ I said. ‘But most of me is glad it wasn’t.’

    ‘I’ve got no regrets about that,’ he said. ‘It was her choice, and you came along…everything’s worked out.’

    The birds began their chatter in the early morning dark, announcing the coming of the sunrise. I woke up to find Tuck gone from the blanket. I sat up and looked all around but didn’t see him. I went down to the water’s edge and walked around the shore till I found him on the other side of the island. I stood back for a long moment, looking at his very male silhouette forming against the dawning light. I thought perhaps I should leave him alone; maybe he wanted to be by himself for the little time we had left on the island. I started to walk back but he called outto me.

    ‘Don’t go,’ he said.

    I turned and went back. ‘I thought you might want to be alone,’ I said.

    ‘No, just taking it all in as much as I can before we get picked up. It’s breathtaking.’

    ‘Yes, it is,’ I said, looking at him.

    ‘The island,’ he said.

    ‘That, too,’ I said.

    He put his hand on my chest. ‘I don’t want to appear greedy, but….one more time?’

    ‘It’s called insatiable,’ I said.

    He pulled me to him, his cock rising to the occasion. Our bodies smashed together then he reached down and pulled my leg up to his hip.

    ‘Climb on,’ he said.

    He took hold of my butt as I wrapped both legs around him. He maneuvered us till my hole was set squarely over the head of his throbbing cock.

    ‘Ride down on it, I’ll take you for a walk,’ he said.

    I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I let my weight force his cock up inside me.

    ‘OOOhhhhhh,’ I moaned softly, laying my head on his shoulder. ‘Goddd, I thought we’d done it in every position known to man.’

    He walked us around the island, his big cock lobbing around inside me like a pole in the wind; like he was stirring something. With the blanket in view, he said, ‘I haven’t had my morning run yet.’ With that, he broke out in an easy lope. I cried out and hung on for dear life as I bounced up and down on his cock. Suddenly, without warning, I was coming.

    ‘AAAAAaawwwhhhhhhhhhh!’ I yelled like an animal as my load shot out all over Tuck’s chest. He kept running, past the blanket, and on, till I stopped coming, then he slowed to a walk.

    ‘That was wild,’ he said.

    I couldn’t even speak. I felt his cock still throbbing up inside me.

    ‘You didn’t come,’ I said.

    ‘I didn’t have to. You came enough for both of us,’ he said, of the streaks and rivulets of semen running down his chest and stomach.

    ‘Sorry about that,’ I said.

    ‘Couldn’t be helped,’ he said.

    ‘You can keep going till you come,’ I said.

    ‘No, I’m okay.’ He walked us down to the shore and into the water up to our necks before he let me go and washed the semen off. We swam and horsed around for awhile, till the sun came up over the horizon.

    Walking back to the blanket, his cock was still standing out, swaying around like a battering ram.

    ‘Let me take care of that for you?’ I offered.

    ‘I’m okay,’ he said.

    ‘Why are you putting yourself through this? You know I want to.’

    ‘Call it reciprocation by means of self denial; I just want to leave it like this,’ he said.

    I didn’t argue with him. I was sort of impressed that he felt he was reciprocating by getting me off and denying himself. We didn’t get dressed till we saw the catamaran, then we put our clothes on, gathered up the blankets and walked down to the water’s edge.

    ‘I’m never going to forget this,’ Tuck said.

    Jimmie and Dave were all smiles as they docked the craft a few yards out from the beach. It was filled with people, many of the naked, all of them surprised to see two guys waiting on the island. We waited till they had all come ashore.

    ‘Did you guys get shipwrecked?’ a man asked.

    ‘We sort of got left behind yesterday evening,’ Tuck lied.

    ‘Why didn’t you call me,’ a young woman said, giving everybody a good laugh.

    ‘Did you guys have a good time?’ Jimmie asked as we set sail for the return trip.

    ‘Yeah, it was incredible. Awesome,’ Tuck said.

    ‘Yeah, I’ll bet it was,’ Dave said with a thin smile.

    They knew, and we didn’t care.

    We got a cab to the airfield for the flight to Barbados. It would be a short flight. On Barbados we caught a cab to the dock.

    ‘Listen, I did things out there on the island last night that I wouldn’t have ordinarily done,’ Tuck said as we walked to the ship.. ‘I got caught up in the moment and the atmosphere.’

    I didn’t understand what he was trying to say. I hoped he wasn’t going to say he regretted it, or that he didn’t want to see me for the final precious hours of the cruise.

    ‘What I mean is, I don’t normally go around kissing guys. Or fucking them, for that matter.’

    ‘You don’t have to try to convince me that you’re straight. It’s practically tattooed on your forehead,’ I said.

    ‘I really don’t know what I’m trying to say.’

    ‘I hope you’re not wrestling with guilt and remorse and regrets,’ I said.

    ‘None of the above. Just…confusion, I guess. And awe. It was awesome. I can’t describe it.’

    ‘You were awesome,’ I said.

    ‘I doubt I’ll ever have an experience like that again,’ he said.

    Day Five – (Friday) — Barbados

    Back on board, we went our separate ways to our cabins for much needed showers. We hadn’t made any plans together for the day except for breakfast at the Windjammer. But Tuck didn’t show. I was reluctant to call him to see if he wanted to go on the island. If he wanted to do something with me he would call or he would have shown up for breakfast. Maybe he needed the whole day by himself to sort things out. I just hoped I hadn’t ruined everything. There was still tonight and all day Saturday and Saturday night at sea; too much precious time to let go to waste.

    I went on the island and took a cab downtown where I shopped around for awhile. On impulse I bought Tuck a beautiful wood carving of a stallion at one of the tiny outdoor shops. At another I bought him a very large beach towel with a gorgeous babe in a bikini on it. Later, on a narrow, unkempt street I came across a small shop called Gear that sold sexy underwear and stuff. I spent a lot of time there, trying on things and laying them aside to purchase. In the back of my mind I was thinking how great Tuck would look in this or that, and in the end I bought some stuff for him; a deep red bikini swim suit, a pair of white briefs and a silk burgundy thong that zipped down the front. I hoped he wouldn’t think I was going overboard. Maybe we wouldn’t even see each other again.

    When I returned to the ship mid-morning, there was an envelope on my bed with the pictures of us on the jungle safari, wearing the loincloths. They were great. I couldn’t wait to show them to Tuck. By lunchtime I was beginning to worry. Tuck hadn’t called or made any attempt to contact me. I checked out the dining room then went up to the Windjammer. I didn’t find him there either, so I ate alone. I wanted desperately to call his cabin but I didn’t. I decided I wouldn’t waste what was left of Barbados. I left the ship and hired a cab to take me around the island. The driver was young and uncommonly handsome, with a lean build. I toyed with the idea of trying to get something going with him.

    ‘Is there something you would like to see, or shall I take you around?’ he asked.

    ‘Just drive,’ I said. ‘Is there a private beach?’ I asked.

    ‘Yes, several,’ he said. ‘Some more private than others,’ he added with a sly grin.

    ‘I didn’t bring a swimsuit,’ I said.

    ‘You don’t need one. Would you like to go there?’

    ‘Yes, it sounds interesting.’

    ‘I hope you don’t mind, there are sometimes a lot of kids who come to the beach from further in the island; teenagers,’ he said.

    ‘Teenagers at a private beach?’ I asked with a curious smile.

    ‘Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, old enough to be there,’ he said.

    I hoped I was getting his message.

    ‘They’re good boys, clean, not the riff-raff from the city,’ he went on as we were pulling into a heavily wooded lane. He drove down the gutted road till it opened up onto a gravel parking area, with the ocean beyond a sloping, sandy beach. It was indeed private, a small cove of crystal clear water nearly surrounded by heavy, green trees and foliage. ‘I’ll wait and get you back to your ship in time,’ he said.

    ‘Yes, thanks,’ I said as I got out of the cab, my curiosity piqued.

    ‘Pay for everything at the food stand if you want a chair or umbrella and towels. And ten dollars is enough for tips for the boys,’ he told me as I was walking toward the beach.

    I walked down to the water’s edge, which all around the cove was no more than a few yards from the woods, and was approached immediately by two boys, bringing a lounge chair and umbrella and towels.

    ‘Something to drink? I will get it for you,’ one of them said, motioning to the small concession stand nestled back in the shade. I thanked them and the boy scurried off for my drink. The other boy asked me if I wanted him to take my clothes. I was a bit taken aback, but it wasn’t as if he was being bold, but rather gracious. Confident that I had gotten the cab driver’s message about these boys, I began undressing. I couldn’t help noticing the way the boy watched me, intently, almost drinking in every inch of my body as I bared it. When I was down to my briefs he motioned for them, too. The other boy returned with my drink and I took a long sip before I removed my shorts. The boy was quick to take them and fold them with the rest of my clothes.

    ‘Very nice,’ he said, indicating my naked body.

    The other boy whistled under his breath and they both laughed softly. Odd, I thought, that they were both wearing swimsuits. They hovered close by while I lounged in the warm Caribbean sun and I likened them like a couple of young, cute vultures, watching their prey. I watched them from behind my sunglasses, trying to judge how old they were. The one looked more like fourteen than the seventeen or eighteen that the cab driver said they would be. The other boy’s smooth, muscular body could pass him for seventeen. I wondered what their game was; how they operated. I soon found out. The younger one came up to me and quietly asked me if I wanted another drink. When I said yes, he scurried off to get it and the older one came up.

    ‘You should not lie in the sun too long,’ he said. ‘I can move your chair for you back in the shade, among the trees.’

    Yes, I thought, I wanted to be back among the trees with these two young gods. I stood up and he folded up my chair. The other boy met us back in the woods with my drink and we all went several yards into the bushes and small trees. But the boy didn’t set my chair up. Instead, he came up to me and began rubbing his hand on my thigh.

    ‘You are hot, would you like for us to cool you off?’ he asked, and without my answer, reached for my cock. The younger boy was already on his knees in front of me and the older one joined him. Together, they started to work on me, one sucking my cock, the other one sucking my balls. Then they traded off. I stood there, gaping at the two handsome boys as they gave me the treatment. I was surprised how adept they were, both of them were able to swallow my cock whole, and suck its entire length without choking. And the whole time, they looked up at me with their big, brown eyes that lied about their innocence, as if to make sure I was being pleased. After awhile the younger one asked, ‘Do you like to fuck?’

    ‘Yes,’ I said, without knowing how he meant it; whether he wanted me to fuck him, or if they intended to fuck me. It didn’t matter to me. They both stood and the older boy spit in hand and applied it to his butt. Then he bent over with his shoulder against a tree. The younger one motioned for me to take him. I stepped up behind him and aimed my cock between his taut, smooth butt muscles. He hunkered back and his tiny hold swallowed the head of my cock so easily I was stunned. Before I could enter him, he shoved his butt all the way down on my cock with a soft moan.

    ‘Ohhhh, Goddddd,’ I groaned softly as the contractions of his warm, live ass began massaging the full length of my cock.

    ‘You like?’ the younger boy asked, all smiles.

    ‘Fuck, yes,’ I said.

    He was playing with my butt, and very quickly I realized that he intended to fuck me. He was adept with his fingers exploring my ass, soon probing and finding my prostate.

    ‘I fuck you,’ he said.

    ‘Yes.’

    He stepped up behind me on his toes and aimed his cock between my buns. I hadn’t paid any attention to how big he was till he entered me. I thought there was no end to his cock.

    ‘My Goddd,’ I gasped over my shoulder as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper.

    ‘I’m almost in,’ he said. ‘I’m big, but you will like.’

    Yes, I was liking it already, and wondering how much more cock such a boy could possibly have, and where I was going to put it. He wasn’t as thick as Tuck, but he was boring in every bit as deep.

    ‘Ohhhhh,’ I moaned as he buried the final inches of his long cock deep inside me. ‘Ohhh, Fuck.’

    The boy laughed and began fucking me.

    ‘Ohhh!…Ohhhhh!…Uuunnnhhhh!…Ohhh, fuck, yesss ….ohh, fuck me…awwwh, son, where did you learn to fuck like that?’

    At the same time I was trying to fuck the older boy but I lost my coordination and he was doing the work, slamming his butt back onto my cock in steady strokes. I simply stood there and let the two boys do their magic on me. Being hot-blooded teenagers, I didn’t think they would last long but they surprised me. They fucked me hard and steady, with great energy and determination, for over a half hour, while I constantly fought down the terrible urge to come. Finally, the older boy went nuts on my cock, crying out that he was going to come as he thrashed his tight little ass around wildly. It must have been a cue for the younger boy, for he suddenly turned into a little fuck maniac. He really tore up my asshole as he worked up his own climax and mine with it. Needless to say, I didn’t and couldn’t hold off against the double assault on my senses. I lost a load that made me see stars and made my head spin. My legs were shaking; I was ready to collapse. The younger boy pulled his cock out of me and it felt like he was turning me inside out. Without his support behind me, I slumped over the older boy and grabbed the tree for support. He slumped down in front of me to his knees, leaving my cock swinging in the breeze. With no support, I collapsed with him, and his friend joined us in the pile. It was then that I saw the tool the boy had used on me.

    ‘Dam!’ I gasped when I saw his cock.

    He laughed proudly.

    ‘Where did you get that cock?’

    ‘I said you would like it,’ he said.

    ‘You boys dam near fucked my brains out.’

    We stayed in the woods for a short while till I thought I should be heading back to the ship. I pulled them both to their feet, gaping at the younger boy’s manhood. He must have been nine inches long, hanging. He could be a porn star back in the states. The boys had doubled my pleasure so I gave each of them twenty dollars. I got dressed, paid my tab at the stand and was on my way.

    ‘Did you like the beach?’ my driver asked with a smile.

    ‘Very much. Thanks for bringing me,’ I said. The ride back gave me pause to think about the afternoon. I would never forget the two boys but my mind was on Tuck.

    He wasn’t at his table at dinner and I figured he was eating in the Windjammer. I wished I’d gone there instead of dressing for dinner, but I was hoping to see him in his tux. The best place to see him after dinner would be on the promenade.

    Sooner or later, everyone on the ship passed down the promenade. First I bought two tickets to the ice show, on the off chance that I would meet up with him, then I went to the Dog and Duck and sat at one of the outside tables nursing a beer. The man who had taken pictures of us at the nude beach came by my table.

    ‘I was hoping I would meet up with you again. Do you mind if I sit down?’ He didn’t want for me to answer. He sat down and pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. ‘I thought you and your buddy might like to have these.’

    I opened the envelope and took out the pictures of us, naked, on the beach.

    ‘How did you get these developed so fast?’ I asked.

    ‘They have one-hour developing that is truly one hour. They turned out very good, don’t you think?’

    ‘They developed these in the ship’s photo lab?’ I looked at the pictures. They were good of me, too, but beside Tuck, I looked rather insignificant. There was the one of Tuck propped up on his elbows with his tight abs and thigh muscles flexed. One of his taut bubble butt set on his narrow hips and his legs and back flared out to form a perfect hour glass. His butt muscles looked like a couple of soccer balls, almost too smooth for the panther to climb up. The close-ups of his manhood were exceptional, with his big cock draped thick and heavy over his stallion balls. Then the shocker; three photos of Tuck going to and from the beach after he got his hardon. Two of the pictures were of him sporting his huge hardon and the third was of him from the backside, with his butt flexed so beautifully.

    ‘I’ll bet he doesn’t know you took these,’ I said.

    ‘Something as beautiful as that shouldn’t require permission to photograph it,’ the said.

    ‘I can’t believe they developed these,’ I said.

    ‘It took a few extra bucks but they like to keep the guests happy,’ he said. ‘Do you think your friend will be mad?’

    ‘No, I don’t think so. You’re a very good photographer.’

    ‘I’m an amateur. It’s the subject matter that makes these pictures. I would like to give them to him myself but I didn’t know if I would see either of you again so will you give them too him?’

    ‘Yes. Thank you, and Tuck thanks you.’

    ‘Tuck? Is that his name?’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘It fits him.’ He smiled and his eyes lit up. ‘Say, would you like prints for yourself?’

    ‘Yes,’ I said emphatically. ‘I would very much like prints for myself.’

    ‘What’s your cabin number? I’ll slip them under your door.’

    I thanked the man profusely and offered to pay him but he refused. I was right about meeting Tuck on the promenade. It wasn’t long before I saw him sauntering towards me eating an ice cream cone. Actually, he strutted, although I don’t think he meant to. It was just the way he walked, with a slight sway of his shoulders and a little twist of his butt that made his walk sexy as hell. He looked sexy in general, in white shorts and sneakers and a dark blue T-shirt. His muscular, brown legs contrasted sharply with his shorts. How I wished I’d gone to the Windjammer for dinner. As he came close he saw me and came over to my table with a big smile. I pushed a chair out for him to sit down.

    ‘Want a drink?’ I asked.

    ‘Sure, a beer would be good to wash down the ice cream,’ he said.

    I was both pleased and disappointed with the way he was acting, as if nothing had happened. As he approached me there was a gleam in his eyes, sort of a searching look.

    ‘So what’d you do today?’ I asked.

    ‘I took a taxi to the other side of the island, had lunch, hung around some of the shops then brought a taxi back,’ he said. ‘Nothing really exciting but it was nice. How about you?’

    ‘I went downtown to see if I needed to do any last minute shopping before we set sail for home.’ I still wondered why he hadn’t invited me to go along with him but I decided not to tell him about the two boys at the beach.

    ‘We should have gone together,’ he said.

    ‘You didn’t call and I didn’t see you at breakfast or lunch so I thought you wanted to be alone…maybe to sort things out, like you said.’

    ‘Sorry I crapped out on you at breakfast, but I ordered room service,’ he said. ‘Did you buy anything?’

    ‘As a matter of fact, I did,’ I said with a grin. ‘You need to stop by my cabin; I bought something for you.’

    He blinked with surprise and a smile. ‘You did? You didn’t have to do that.’

    ‘I wanted to get you something to take back with you. Then I went into another shop and saw some stuff I figured you had to have.’

    ‘Like what?’

    ‘I’ll show you.’ We both took a sip of beer and I glanced at Tuck. ‘So, did you get things sorted out?’

    ‘Yeah, I think so, for now.’

    ‘I was beginning to worry that maybe I pushed the envelope a little too far. You’ve got enough to deal with, without me complicating things.’

    ‘Pushed my buttons was more like it,’ he said, laughing.

    ‘Well, I’m glad you’re okay with everything.’

    ‘I’m not okay yet, but I know I’ll get there,’ he said with confidence. Then he asked, ‘Are we moving?’

    ‘Yes, we set sail about dinner time,’ I said.

    ‘This thing is so damned big I can’t tell when it’ moving. It’s going to be a long sail back.’

    ‘It’s a good time to enjoy the ship, without rushing around to catch a tour,’ I said. ‘There’s an ice show tonight. Do you want to go?’

    ‘Yes, if I can still get a ticket.’

    ‘I got one for you, just in case,’ I said.

    ‘Hey, that’s great. Thanks.’

    I looked at my watch. ‘If we go now we can get good seats.’

    ‘I’ll meet you there in a few minutes,’ Tuck said as we got up. He went one way and I headed the other way toward the ice rink. I got us front row seats. Tuck joined me about ten minutes later carrying a small bag which he put in the seat between his legs. While we were waiting for the ice show to begin I showed Tuck the pictures. He went through them slowly studying each one, no doubt with great self pride. Then he gasped and his eyes popped open when he saw the last ones of him with his hardon.

    ‘Geezusss! I didn’t know anybody was taking pictures of me like that!’ he said, holding the pictures in close where no one around us could see them. ‘They were supposed to ask permission.’

    ‘The man apologized for that but he said nothing so beautiful should demand permission to photograph it. I told him you wouldn’t mind. Do you?’

    ‘No, I…I guess not,’ he said.

    ‘Of course you don’t,’ I said, elbowing him in the side.

    ‘Are these mine to keep?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes, with his compliments. He’s getting copies for me,’ I said.

    He tucked them in his pocket just as the lights were dimmed. The ice show was superb. Besides being professional two of the male skaters were drop dead cute. I think they thought Tuck was, too, and maybe me. Every time they did their stops at the end of the rink they were right in front of us and making eye contact with incredible smiles.

    I nudged Tuck and said, jokingly, ‘I think he likes you.’

    ‘I wish he wouldn’t like me so openly,’ he whispered. ‘Next time he stops in front of us, get his cabin number,’ he joked.

    I presumed he was joking and when the show was over we left the auditorium without speaking of it again. We strolled down the promenade and stopped for ice cream then headed up to my cabin. I invited him in to give him the stuff I’d bought for him. I gave him the carved wooden horse wrapped up in the beach towel.

    ‘This is really nice. Thank you,’ he said with great emotion.

    ‘The beach towel is yours, too.’

    He whistled at the babe on the beach towel and spread it out on the bed to look at it. ‘Thanks. You shouldn’t have done this.’

    ‘Oh, that’s not all,’ I said. I gave him the red bikini swim suit.

    ‘Wow! That is red!’ he exclaimed.

    ‘And you’re going to look great in it.’ I said. ‘You have to promise you’ll wear it at the pool.’ Then I gave him the burgundy silk thong with the zipper. ‘And I DARE you to wear this.’

    He held it up. ‘I don’t think I’ll fit in it,’ he said, laughing.

    ‘You’re not supposed to fit in it. Your butt is supposed to be out of it, and the front stretches to fit.’

    ‘There’s going to be a lot more than my butt out of it if that zipper doesn’t hold. But okay, I’ll wear it.’

    ‘You will?’

    ‘Sure. Hell, I’ve seen women wearing ’em, I figure I can.’

    ‘You’ll look as good or better than some of them,’ I said. I gave him the white briefs. ‘These are just something you can wear around your cabin. Or mine, as the case may be,’ I added with a chuckle ‘These are nice. But you really shouldn’t have done all this,’ he said holding the briefs up to his middle.

    ‘I enjoy buying things for people,’ I said with a shrug.

    ‘Well, it just so happens, I bought something for you,’ he said.

    ‘Is that what you went back for? You didn’t have to do that just because I bought you something,’ I said.

    ‘I didn’t just go back for it. I was on my way to the shop when I saw you on the promenade.’ He took a small box out of the bag and handed it to me. It was a jewelry box. I held my breath as I opened it. I hated surprises anyway, and I was afraid this was going to be a bit more than a surprise. It was a gold ID bracelet with my name engraved on it.

    ‘Wow!’ was all I could say.

    ‘Check out the other side,’ he said.

    I turned the ID band over to see ‘Panthers’ engraved on the back. I couldn’t say anything for a moment and I couldn’t look at him at first. I was fighting to keep from welling up, but Tuck noticed.

    ‘Don’t get all sappy on me, now.’

    ‘All right. I’ll simply say thank you. I will treasure it.’

    In a lull that followed, Tuck started to roll the wooden horse up in the beach towel as if he were getting ready to leave. Quickly, I called upon my courage.

    ‘Look…do you want to spend the night?’ I asked in a husky vice. ‘We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,’ I added quickly. ‘We can just talk, or whatever you want to do.’

    ‘I would like that but after all that’s happened, I don’t think I’ll be able to spend the night just talking,’ he said.

    ‘That’s okay too, whatever you want to do,’ I said.

    Without a word, Tuck laid his stuff on the sofa, indicating that he was staying. I stepped over and turned down the bed and we both began undressing as if on cue.

    ‘Do you want me to put the white briefs on?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes. I want you to model everything, but the white briefs for now.’

    When he was naked he pulled them up his legs and let the waistband smack against his hard abs. He shoved his hand down inside to arrange his manhood then hefted the pouch so it set just right.

    ‘I knew you would look like that in them.’

    He did something, then, that touched me deeply. Such a simple thing. He unwrapped the wooden carving and set it on the beside stand.

    ‘I want this setting out while we’re together to watch over us. That way I’ve got something to take back and share my secrets with.’ He smiled as he crawled into the bed. I was more than surprised when he stretched his left arm out across the bed as a pillow for me. We didn’t snuggle, but our bodies touched and he held me in his muscular arm. I think he felt a little awkward. I looked down the slope of his abs to the mound of his manhood.

    ‘I love the way you fill those out,’ I said. ‘You looked great in that loin cloth, too,’ I added casually.

    Tuck chuckled. ‘I would’ve felt like a fool if you hadn’t been there, wearing one with me.’

    ‘Trust me, you couldn’t look like fool in anything you put on, even if you tried. I want to take some pictures before we dock. Some of you in the loin cloth and in the stuff I bought for you…maybe some nudes if you don’t mind.’

    ‘Yeah, I was thinking I want some pictures of you, too,’ he said.

    I was somehow surprised. He never said whether he wanted nudes of me. There was another quiet lull but neither of us was uncomfortable with it. It seemed natural that we lay together, even though I knew it would have been unthinkable for Tuck a few short days ago. I lay my hand on his stomach and trailed my fingers up and down his hard muscles. His abs felt like a breastplate of amour. I moved my hand ever higher, to his pecs and his tits; then lower, to his shorts.

    ‘You know, I’ve really grown to like you,’ he said in a husky tone. ‘I just wish….’ He let his voice trail off.

    ‘You don’t have to say it,’ I said quietly.

    ‘I wish I could reciprocate in some way, but I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m just not built that way.’

    ‘No need to be sorry. You do reciprocate, you just don’t realize it.’

    ‘I didn’t do anything, much.’

    ‘Oh, but you did. More than you know, by just being you.’

    ‘That doesn’t take much effort,’ he scoffed.

    ‘You have to be on this side of the fence to understand,’ I said. ‘Your looks, you have a beautiful body and a beautiful cock. Trust me, just allowing me to have all that is reciprocation for me.’

    ‘You’re right, I don’t understand, but if you say so.’

    I ran my hand lightly over the warm bulge of his shorts.

    ‘You’re gonna wake it up,’ Tuck warned

    ‘Would that be so bad?’ I asked as I raised up and leaned over his middle. I almost choked with his beauty as I lowered my face to his briefs. I put my open mouth over the bulge and breathed hot air over it and lapped it with my tongue. When I had his shorts good and wet I mauled it with my mouth, sucking his cock through the thin, wet material.

    ‘Take it out,’ Tuck whispered anxiously. ‘Take it out and suck it.’

    ‘Do you wear a jockstrap when you work out?’ I asked.

    He raised his head with a frown. ‘Where the hell did that come from? Yes, if course I wear a jockstrap, otherwise I would fall out of my shorts.’

    ‘Can I have it?’ I asked.

    His scowl turned into a confused smile. ‘Yeah…sure, who not. What’re you going to do with it?’

    ‘Keep it. It’s a fetish of mine,’ I said. ‘You already think I’m crazy so I’ll tell you…I decorate a Christmas tree with jockstraps and condoms.’

    ‘No shit.’

    ‘Yes, and yours is going to be at the top of the tree.’

    ‘New or used condoms?’ he asked with a twinkle.

    ‘Both. Single packets for color and used ones to drape over the tree limbs.’

    ‘And the jock straps…are they a collection from guys you know?’

    ‘Yeah. They’re all just as I received them. None of them have ever been washed,’ I said

    He shook his head, laughing and we didn’t speak any more. After awhile we dozed off to sleep. We both came awake sometime in the night. My watch said one o’clock.

    ‘Are you awake,’ Tuck asked softly.

    ‘Yes. You?’

    ‘Who the fuck do you think is talking to you?’ He reached down for his cock and held it up, tall and hard. ‘We don’t have much time left; have you got anything else you wanta show me?’ he asked.

    ‘I think I can pull something out of the hat,’ I said.

    ‘Will it surpass what you did earlier?’

    ‘Probably.’

    ‘Geezuss, what is it? I can’t wait.’

    ‘I need a shower first,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, me to.’

    I climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. ‘You can join me if you want to,’ I said.

    ‘Naw, I that’s okay.

    Maybe he had to cling to some remnant of his macho manhood by not being the the shower with me. I appreciated that. But a couple of minutes later he came into the bathroom and opened the shower door.

    ‘Hell, why not? I’ve never showered with a guy before,’ he said as he stepped inside and closed the door around us.

    The shower wasn’t big enough for two men but I didn’t mind being cramped in there with Tuck. I don’t think Tuck minded either. He did seem a little shy and awkward at first and I thought it odd that he kept his back to me. I kept my back to him too, though, and I didn’t mind his butt rubbing against mine. When we were both wet, I turned around and took the soap from him.

    ‘I’ll wash you back.’ He let me. He seemed to like it.

    ‘I never had another guy wash my back before either.’

    ‘Am I doing okay?’ I asked.

    ‘It feels great.’

    I lathered the soap back and forth across his broad shoulders and criss-crossed down his back. His taut bubble butt loomed just below.

    ‘How far do you want me to wash?’ I asked as I approached the curvature of his butt. ‘I really ought to give this panther a good shampooing.’ I was entertaining visions of sliding my soapy fingers between the firm muscles to see how he might react.

    ‘Well, I never had another guy wash my butt before, either.’

    ‘Do you want to be able to say you have?’ I asked.

    He laughed and drew his butt muscle taut as my hands slid over them.

    ‘Relax ’em a little, so I can get my fingers between them.’

    ‘Just be careful how far you put your fingers,’ he said.

    ‘I’m not stupid enough to try to push the envelope that far,’ I said. I ran my soapy fingers up and down the crack of his butt, getting in deep enough that I touched his hole. I went down on my haunches to wash his legs. Face to face with his gorgeous butt I couldn’t resist him. I wrapped my arms around his muscular thighs and buried my face in his butt.

    ‘OOhhhhh,’ he moaned softly. He bent over as far as he could in the tight confines of the shower stall and I pulled his butt apart so I could eat his ass. I tongued him till his legs were shaking.

    ‘Do you do the front too,’ he asked, handing me the soap back to me.

    I stood up and turned him around to face me and began washing his front. His shoulders first, then back and forth across his wide chest. I rubbed the soap and my hands up and down his armor plate abs and worked up a great lather in the hair around his cock. I pulled on his thick, rubbery cock with my soapy hands then went to my haunches again to wash his thighs. While I was down there I soaped up his balls and ran my finger back between his legs again, touching his asshole. His cock was rising fast.

    ‘You should have put that panther around here. It would look great crawling up this big cock,’ I said.

    ‘Fuck, it gives me the cold jitters just thinking about that needle poking in my cock,’ he said.

    When the soap had all rinsed off I took his cock in my mouth.

    ‘Awwwhhhh, Yeaaaahhhhhhh!’ he moaned as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.

    It was a fulfillment of a life-long dream, to suck a guy’s cock in the shower. I only wished that we were in the shower at school and that I had the rest of the team with him, waiting in line for my hungry mouth. That was the real fantasy. I kept his butt soaped up so my fingers would slide easily in the crevice that separated the two hard mounds. I rubbed my fingertip back and forth over his asshole and he didn’t tighten his butt muscles to stop me. I tried to keep his attention focused on his cock, using my tongue like a washcloth all around the head, while I pressed and rubbed my finger harder against his hole. A little more pressure, and when he didn’t flinch, I eased my finger into his asshole. Not far, only up to the first knuckle. He let out a little moan and seemed to relax his butt, welcoming my finger. I massaged the inside rim of the thick sphincter muscle and I felt him began to relax. I ventured deeper, shoving in past the second knuckle. Past the powerful muscle clenching at my finger to draw it into the soft folds of his insides. As he relaxed more I moved the tip of my finger around inside his ass to make him moan again. I didn’t wait this time. I shoved my finger all the way up inside him.

    ‘Aaahhhhh,’ he groaned.

    I massaged the inside of his ass, very gently, and worked my finger in and out of the tight hole. I felt his prostate and gently nudged it with my fingertip. He winced but then relaxed with a gasping moan when I began massaging his love nut.

    ‘Ohhh…Ohhhh…Ohhh, Mannnn!’ he cried softly as he began to wriggle around on my hand and I was about to give him a second finger but he reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me. He brushed his hand along the side of my face and locked his butt muscles hard around my hand. It was a signal for me to stop.

    I gave his cock a few more loving stokes as I slowly and gently pulled my finger free, then I stood up. His cock lay between our bellies, throbbing madly. I stepped out of the shower and handed him a towel.

    ‘I’ll meet you out on the balcony,’ I said. I quickly grabbed the Anal-ease and the tube of lube and finished drying off on the balcony. I applied the stuff just before Tuck came out, drying his hair.

    ‘This is nice,’ he said as he gazed out at the moon-lit sea. ‘Do you suppose the moon always shines on the sea?’

    ‘Well, it was no doubt scheduled to shine for your honeymoon, so there it is. It doesn’t know you’re not here with your wife.’ After I said it I wondered if I should have. But Tuck didn’t seem to take offense.

    He reached over and put his hand on my butt. ‘I never told you, you’ve got a great ass.’

    ‘Thanks. Yours is good enough to eat,’ I joked, squeezing my butt muscles against his fingers.

    ‘Don’t squeeze ’em too tight,’ he said as he dug his fingers deep enough that he felt the slickness. I relaxed and he moved around behind me. ‘Oh…you’re ready for me. Is it okay…out here, I mean?’

    ‘It’s okay with me. Who cares? If they’re ballsy enough to lean around the partition and look, they deserve what they see.’

    He moved up behind me with his fist around his cock and his other hand pulling my butt apart. He aimed his cock, I felt the heat against my asshole and we both applied pressure. I shoved back till I had him pinned against the bulkhead then twisted my butt around on his cock.

    ‘OHhhhhhhh…Ohhhm, Geezussss!’ he groaned as his cock burst through my hole and sank inside me.

    Once he was in me it became a dual between us. He shoved forward and fucked me against the railing. I rode back and forth on his big cock, pushing him back against the bulkhead. If anyone came out onto the balconies on the either side of us they could pretty much figure out what was going on; that this guy in the next cabin was getting fucked in the ass I half wished someone would look around the partition and see us.

    Suddenly the light came on in the balcony to our left and the light shone through the frosted glass partition, causing us to be well illuminated. Before Tuck could be spooked I jutted my hips back and pushed him firmly against the bulkhead and twisted around, fucking him hard. I wanted him to know it was okay, that I didn’t give a dam if there was somebody on the next balcony.

    ‘Ohhhh…Ohhhh, fuck…Awwww, mannn, yeah, ride that big cock,’ he groaned.

    The guy on the left peered around the partition. He did a double-take; his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. ‘Ohhh. Excuse me!’ he muttered.

    ‘It’s okay,’ I said.

    The guy paused for a second or two before he pulled his head back. He got a good look.

    ‘Did he see us?’ Tuck asked.

    ‘He probably went back for his camera,’ I said.

    The guy peered around again and we made eye contact.

    ‘It’s okay to watch if you want to,’ I told him. I saw a lust in his eyes; he was either wanting awfully bad to fuck or be fucked, I couldn’t tell which. After a couple of minutes he pulled back around his partition.

    Tuck was fucking me like a young stallion. Not brutal, but hard and sure, leaving no doubt now who was in charge; the dual was over and he had won. I hunkered over the railing and hung on to it. I liked it best when he long-cocked me, pulling out to the head then giving me all ten inches right up to the hairy hilt. He shoved so hard that his balls slammed against mine. I couldn’t remember being fucked so well.

    ‘Ohh…Ohhhhh…Ohh, Geezuss…Aww, fuck,…ohh, do it stud…keep fucking me…hard…don’t stop!’

    ‘You getting close?’ he gasped.

    ‘Yessss. Godd, don’t stop, Tuck!’

    I shot all over the glass shield on the balcony. I shot so hard it felt like my balls were going to sucked right up through my cock. Tuck followed close behind and shot off inside me. His hot come felt good, bathing my insides. Our lust slowly died down and our legs were shaking.

    ‘I should have pulled out and fed the fish,’ Tuck joked as I slowly pulled off of his cock.

    ‘Don’t you dare waste it on the fish,’ I said.

    We stumbled inside and dropped across the bed. We slept till daybreak.


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  • Parked

    Don was in his mid forties, and should have known better. He grimaced as he quickly flung open his apartment door, to head out to the parking garage. He followed the new tenant, the twenty something yuppie from across the hall. He acted like he was just going out, attempting to make like it was just chance that so too was Jay. Don had gotten his name from the super, when he had asked for his parking space in the complex underground parking.

    He had to be nuts, he thought as he followed Jay admiring the young man’s firm buttocks, the way they so neatly filled the jeans. They swayed a little as he strode towards the elevator, where he knew Jay would go down to the parking level, just as he now was doing.

    As the doors closed, they smiled at each other. It was the neighbourly thing to do, and he rather enjoyed those little moments, when he knew the smile was for him. Course he would have preferred it to be because of more than just sharing the ride down to the parking level. He had this fantasy, that it would one day be a smile, because of how good they had enjoyed each other in bed. It was just one of the many thoughts, that had somehow made him become rather unstable.

    Least in his mind. After all who would go out and buy a damn car, just so he could have an excuse to ride the elevator with some stranger? No sane person would do that, even if the car had been a bargain. Hell, at moments, when he thought about it, he worried that he was becoming some lunatic stalker. The way he would stand by his apartment door, peeping out the little security peephole, waiting for Jay to open and head out.

    You had to admit, that was definitely being obsessive, if not downright scary. Yet, he kept telling himself, it was all in the interest of romance, of ending his rather lonely little existence. Though if he was honest, he’d admit it was far from lonely, or boring even.

    He wasn’t exactly ugly either. Don was just under six foot and had a well defined body that wasn’t yet showing his age. His weight was under 170 and while he didn’t work out or anything, he did do a lot of walking. Well okay, not lately, but until now he had. He would walk to work, to the grocery store or where ever he had to go. Buses were always available for when he was tired or had a lot of parcels, but that all changed when Jay moved in across the hall from him.

    Maybe it was that he was tired of one nighter’s, or maybe he just had lost it? Don wasn’t too sure if it wasn’t more of the latter than anything. After all, he had been with many who were better looking than Jay. Yet there was something about him, that from the first moment he had lain eyes on him, that had him acting like a love sick teenager.

    Jay was about his height, though a lot skinnier. He wasn’t a male version of Miss Twiggy but if he didn’t eat for a day or two, he might be. He had nice rich looking hair, that hung just above his shirt collar. It had a bit of a wave to it, at the ends. It was always washed, or so it seemed, and his face was like a sculpted marvel of beauty, captured at its peak.

    There were no lines, no bags under the eyes. From what he had observed, Jay seemed to be a loner, and rarely came home late. Even on the weekends, he seemed like he was in his apartment long before the bars would close. One more sign of his obsession for the guy, he was a regular at the bars on the weekends. Most nights he would help close the place, but now he was home before midnight, just so he could look out his peephole for a minute’s worth of gazing.

    It was stupid, crazy even he thought, as he watched the numbers above slowly make their way down, towards the main floor, then to the parking level. He sighed, knowing that the longest part of his time with Jay would soon end. He hated that part, but it was a highlight of his time too. Don found that he would take little signs, and build a whole story up in his mind, about how they would suddenly talk, suddenly realize they were meant for each other, or some other fantasy.

    His work had suffered a bit at the beginning too. Don was so enamoured by Jay, he opted to wait for him to get up and leave for work, though at the time he didn’t realize Jay didn’t go out to work. It took him nearly two weeks, of being late, to finally find out that Jay was one of those computer geeks, who worked from home. Just his luck, which is also why he had purchased a car. It was the only way for him to share something with Jay.

    As the elevator arrived at the lower level, he watched how Jay would suddenly lean forward. The way his chin would seem to jut out, and how his dark green eyes would suddenly sparkle. It was fun to watch, and he found himself dreaming often of those eyes, of them sparkling as they would look into his own. He was a dreamer. He also was good at observing. Don noticed the little details, like how Jay would place his hands against the wall of the elevator, spread his fingers out and then push off the tips of his fingers, to stand upright.

    He noticed how when he would get in, unless someone else was in the elevator, or got in, how Jay would lean, his legs out a bit, his hips forward, showing off his crotch more than anything. It was fun to see, though a bit awkward for Don. While it was enjoyable to see that nice firm package, it also gave him an erection. He couldn’t help it, the notion of one day unwrapping that package was something he couldn’t shake from his thoughts. It was, after all, why he was in the elevator.

    Don walked slowly behind Jay, watching his hips sway, enjoying the view of his buttocks as they made the way to their respective parking spots. It had cost him to get the one next to Jay, but he thought was well worth the cash he had given to the super. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view, knowing that this was definitely an unhealthy obsession. He could feel the lump in his pants, knowing that once more he’d get into the car, and then wait till Jay pulled out, so he could relieve his tension.

    It was becoming harder and harder to just get in and drive off, for some unnecessary errand to the local grocery store. Hell, he was even thinking of following him briefly, but quickly discarded the idea. That would be a dead give away, and worse, could lead to some confrontation. It was the last thing he wanted, as he unlocked his car door. He had momentarily forgotten about Jay, but as he opened the door, he turned to take one last look at Jay.

    His eyes bulged, as he realized Jay was not climbing into his car, but was instead on the other side, leaning back against the passenger door, just a few feet from him. The young man was staring hard at him, those green eyes boring directly at him.

    He gulped, feeling guilty, and feeling trapped. It was like being a deer caught in the glare of headlights. He didn’t know what was happening, but the look in Jay’s face, told him he was busted. How, he wasn’t sure, but he could see it written all over the young man’s face.

    ‘You in a hurry?’

    Don shook his head, unsure what was going to happen. It was really the first time the young man had spoken to him. He had mumbled ‘hi’ once or twice, but mostly had just nodded at him, acknowledging his presence.

    ‘Didn’t think so, so what you do after I leave, drive around the block? Go to the corner store? What?’

    Sweat began to form on his forehead, as he just stood there feeling trapped. He looked around, wondering if he could make it to the complex entrance, before being caught by the younger man. He didn’t know why, but he knew he was caught out. Going over all he had done, he couldn’t find how.

    ‘I uh.. I don’t know what you mean. I am going to the store for some groceries, I didn’t know that was, uh, was a crime.’

    Jay smiled and laughed a little as he just leaned there. He ran his hand down his stomach, as he stared at Don. The eyes continued to gaze at him, as the lips curled into a small grin. He wasn’t buying the words, Don could see, but what else was he to do? He couldn’t admit he was going nowhere, couldn’t admit that he had been stalking the younger man.

    ‘Too bad’

    ‘Huh?’

    ‘Too bad, not hard to grasp, is it?’

    ‘You saying you hoped I was uh, was following you?’

    ‘Depends, were you?’

    Don swallowed hard, not sure what to say. He stared at Jay, seeing the eyes looking at him, just looking. Yet as he stared back, he thought he could see something in those sparkling eyes. It was almost like longing, like desire. It couldn’t be, but then again, it wasn’t like Jay was confronting him. Hell, he was leaning against his car, just like he leaned in the elevator.

    It was like he wanted to show off his crotch. Don couldn’t help but lower his eyes, to see. The crotch was pushed out, the legs spread apart to add to the vision of that firm package. He licked his lips as he looked back up at Jay.

    He saw the eyes grinning at him, a small curl around the young man’s lips as he had clearly seen him stare at his crotch. Don could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he wiped his brow, staring back at Jay, uncertain what to say, or admit to.

    ‘And if I was?’

    ‘If?’

    ‘Okay, yes, I was. Satisfied?’

    Jay pulled himself upright. He no longer slouched against the car, but he had his hand down at his thigh, yet he continued to stare at Don. He made no move forward, no threatening stare either, but just looked, as if thinking. His eyes moved up and down, taking in all of Don’s shaking body, and then he smiled.

    ‘Why? You think I am queer or something? Got a thing for guys do you?’

    Don could feel his body trembling. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. Yet the words weren’t said in a mean way, just a sort of off hand manner. The voice had not risen or gotten harsh sounding. It was all strange, as he just stared, not sure what to say.

    ‘Well? You into guys or what?’

    Don merely nodded, not sure what was going to happen next. Would Jay suddenly turn on him, give him a thrashing? He knew he was not match for the younger man, though if push came to shove, he would give a good accounting of himself. He might be a few decades older, but he was in shape.

    Jay appeared to look at him closer. His eyes seemed to be boring beyond his own eyes, digging deep into his soul. His heart was racing as Jay quietly looked him over. The smile on his lips faded, as he just stared. Don could feel his heart pounding, but the silence was deafening to him, as he waited for the first lunge, the first strike. He was certain of that, but then suddenly Jay relaxed.

    His body leaned back against the car, as it had before. The legs were spread apart, and once more Don could see the crotch being pushed out. He couldn’t help but notice that it was a bit firmer than before, almost as if what it held was more aroused, more excited.

    ‘Like what you see?’

    Don only nodded, as he stared back into Jay’s face. He watched as Jay moved his hand across from his thigh, and rubbed his own crotch. He could see the outline of a long object, as it was pushed across. His fear still held him in check, but he couldn’t help but lick his lips, wondering just how big it was, wondering too what would happen if he dared, but he knew he wouldn’t. He was caught, and knew it.

    ‘Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?’

    ‘What do you want me to say? That I like cock? That you have a nice package? What?’

    Jay laughed, as he listened to the anger in Don’s voice.

    ‘You really think it’s nice, do you?’

    ‘Yes’

    The sound startled him. His eyes bulged open as he saw the pants being opened. The sound was that of the top button being undone. Then he watched, amazed as the zipper was slowly slipped down. His eyes grew even wider as he saw the hand reach across, and spread open the jeans.

    His mouth was dry as he felt his heart aching inside his chest. It was thundering, like it would jump out as he saw the pale blue shorts, then watched in amazement as the hand reached inside, and pulled out the long thick pole. He stared at it, feeling totally confused. The cock was not fully erect, and already it looked massive. He could see the pale skin, the darker veins that encircled the whole shaft.

    ‘I ain’t got all day.’

    ‘Huh? I uh.. well, uh, what?’

    ‘What? Shit, you been following me all this time, I thought you wanted this? If not, fine, I’ll put it back…’

    ‘NO, no, I just.. I mean.. this for real? I can.. I uh..’

    ‘Yeah, it’s real, besides, I am curious, never had a guy suck my dick.’

    Wiping his hands on his pants, Don stepped closer, his eyes moving from the semi erect cock to Jay’s face. He was afraid it was a set up. He glanced around, making sure no one else was around. Looking up into Jay’s face, he realized that it was safe, that it wasn’t a trap to lure him closer. He came closer, his eyes never leaving Jay’s face other than to look at the cock. It was a big one, and he wasn’t what he’d call the best cock sucker around.

    Still, he was living his fantasy. This is what he had wanted, to be able to touch, to taste that which he had only guessed at. It was bigger than he had thought, and it was uncut. He could see the head peeking out from under the foreskin.

    Don was standing right in front of Jay. He took one more look into his face, then slowly let himself drop down to his knees. He stared at the uncut cock, as Jay leaned back more into the car. Licking his lips, he reached out with his one hand, seeing it shake as he touched the young man’s thigh. He felt the body quiver as he touched him, then shake a little as he pushed the pants open even more.

    Glancing up, he saw Jay staring off into the parking area. He wasn’t even looking down, but he could see his body tense as he reached out, and took hold of the cock, by the root. He felt the body shudder, yet the head remained staring off, not looking down.

    Licking his lips, he slowly let his fingers wrap around the shaft. He felt the warmth, felt the blood as it flowed along under the flesh. His eyes now moved down, to stare at the head as it slowly poked out. He let his head move forward, his tongue flicked out, as he kissed the head, dead centre. He felt the reaction, felt the body rear back a little, then relax as he licked around the top of the head, watching as it slowly grow larger. It was coming out, the foreskin growing taut as Jay began to get aroused.

    His own body was aching, and with his other hand, he adjusted his own fully erect cock. It was nothing compared to the beauty he held in his hand. He could feel the blood now, feel the veins thickening as blood began to flow faster to them. He leaned forward, his breath blowing across the hardening cock. Don breathed in deeply, smelling that man scent that made him swoon a little. His own heart pounded as he took one more look upwards.

    Jay was still staring off in the distance, but his one hand was now under his shirt, rubbing his belly. Don could see the golden flesh as he turned back towards the cock that he held. It had thickened and gotten even warmer, as he leaned inwards more. His tongue flicked out, tasting that head juice, which made him gag just a bit, until he ignored it.

    He ran his tongue across the head and around it. He tasted the hot flesh, and the small drop of precum that came from the pee slit. He let it roll around in his mouth before swallowing it, then once more concentrated on licking the cock. He let his tongue lick down under the head, along the taut flesh and the bulging vein.

    Don licked as far down as he could, and he heard the soft moan coming from above. He felt a hand suddenly reach down, and twist at his hair, then push his head down, pushing his face hard into the soft belly. He breathed in that scent, holding it deep in his lungs and memory. He sighed, as he licked at the pubic hairs, at the side of the hard cock that was wedged next to his cheek.

    He pulled back, his hand now gripping the pole hard. His fingers stroked it hard and pushed the taut flesh back over the throbbing head. He then held it tightly as he opened his mouth, and slowly wrapped his lips around the head. He heard the groan, felt the body shiver, as he moved his head forward, gradually taking the cock into his mouth.

    His hands let go of the cock to grab hold of the young man’s hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh and held tight, as he moved his head down the long throbbing cock. His mind was reeling, the pain in his own groin intense, as he sucked on the cock, while moving down towards the groin. His body shook as he felt the pleasure inside of his own body. His eyes were shut tight, as he moved up and down the throbbing pole. It was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he continued to suck on the cock.

    The hands on his head became stronger. The tips digging into his scalp as they guided his head, urging him on. He felt his own body shaking, as he listened to the groans become louder, closer together. His own moans were muted by the thick pole going in and out of his mouth at increasing speed. His teeth grated across the skin, making the cock shake, making the young man quiver.

    He felt the muscles in Jay’s thighs tighten. Felt the body stiffen, as he sucked hard on the throbbing cock. He took it all, deep into his throat. It made him gag each time the head would strike at the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He was sucking Jay’s cock.

    The head was jerking, he felt it bang the side of his throat, then the other, then he felt it rear back. From above his head, he heard a gurgling cry, and he knew that Jay was about to cum. He struggled to relax his throat, to let it take it all. His fingers held the young man’s body in its grasp, as the first stream of Jay’s youthful milk came flooding out.

    The cry of pleasure echoed in his ears as his throat felt the splash of hot cum against its sides. He swallowed, even before the first load had been totally released. His body shook, as he took that thick stream of milk, felt it come back up as he tried to swallow again, and again. Desperate, he let his fingers dig deeper, as he tried to hold the bucking young man’s body from falling on top of him.

    The loud cries suddenly ended, and were replaced by soft moaning whimpers as the body bucked a few times. He held on, as the last of Jay’s cum dribbled out and into his mouth. He licked at the head, feeling it tremble as he swallowed the last of the cum. His lips were caked by it, and he leaned back, his hands still holding tightly to Jay’s thighs. He stared at the softening cock, amazed at how much cum it had spewed down his throat. He could still taste it, as he leaned on his haunches.

    The hands on his head slowly let go, and finally Don looked up, to see the young man’s face. This time he was looking down, a strange glow across his face. The eyes were sparkling as if they would explode. He watched as Jay licked his lips, then slowly pulled himself upright.

    He still knelt there, as he watched Jay stuff his cock back into his shorts. The hands trembled a bit, as they zipped up and buttoned up. It was all over as he slowly let himself stand up, to once more stare at Jay. He saw nothing to show whether he had enjoyed it or not. Jay’s face looked void of any emotion, as Don took a step back.

    Don watched at Jay moved away, to go around to the driver’s side of his car. He looked on as the man opened the door, and began to climb inside. Just before he disappeared inside, he stared over at Don, and spoke in a soft tone.

    ‘Don’t follow me anymore. I am not into guys.’

    Don nodded, feeling rather dejected as the young man disappeared into the car. He was about to turn and head back upstairs, when he saw the passenger side window roll down. He crouched down, looking in to see Jay leaning over and staring over at him.

    ‘I never been sucked off that good before, uh… see you around, okay?’

    With a smile that threatened to crack his face, Don nodded and watched as Jay backed out and left. He waved at the disappearing car, and heard an answering honk. He wondered when he would get another taste of Jay’s cock, and also how much he could get for his car, seeing as how he no longer needed it.


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  • I Lost My Cherry in a Bathhouse

    I lay on the small bed. Still covered in sweat, lube and cum remembering what just happened. How I lost my virginity to an unknown man at a bathhouse.

    My name is Steve, I am a 23 yo man from Houston, Texas. I am 5’10’ lean with buzzed hair. The rest of my hair below the neck has been waxed or shaved away. I guess I always thought I was gay that’s why I never had any girlfriends. I had myself in an elaborate state of denial for many years as I knew my parents would never approve. But today was different, today I had to know. I had heard about this place downtown called a bathhouse where guys meet up for anonymous sex so I thought I would give it a try. I parked my car a few blocks away and walked. I nervously walked in and approached the counter. The man asked me if I wanted a room or a locker. Since I had some extra cash I said a room. I happily paid him got a towel and entered. The man told me where everything was and how to get around.

    I slowly walked to my room, looking at all the men wearing only towels walk past. I reached my tiny room and proceeded to strip naked. My cock was already starting to harden just thinking of what was to come. I wrapped my towel around me and proceeded to the hot tub downstairs.

    As I approached an older man, about 35-40 greeted me, as it was very late on a monday night I found out, business was slow. he was muscular, well defined smooth and hunky. His brown eyes looked deep into my soul. I put my towel and room key on the rack and slipped into the warm water.

    ‘How are you doing tonight?’ he said

    ‘Not bad, you?’

    ‘Can’t complain, just relaxing.’

    ‘you come here often?’ he asked

    ‘This is my first time here, you?’

    ‘I come here off and on.’

    He moved slightly, sliding in my direction. I slid closer to him as he put his arm on edge of the tub behind me.

    I looked up at him and before I knew what was happening his tongue was in my mouth, I moaned in pleasure as his hand slid down my back. His right hand started to slip up my right thigh. I gasped

    ‘have you ever had another man touch you that way before?’

    ‘no’ I responded

    ‘that’s ok, I will teach you everything you need to know.’ he smiled.

    His hand slid up further as he began to suck my nipples, I moaned in ecstasy as he began to play gently with my cock.

    ‘feels good doesn’t it?’

    ‘Yes’ I moaned.

    He guided my hand up his leg to his semi-hard dick, it felt so good in my hand. The sensation was too much I came instantly into the water.

    I blushed. ‘I am so sorry’

    ‘Don’t be man, it happens all the time, you must have been really horny.’

    ‘Yea, I still am’

    ‘good, do you have a room?’

    ‘yea, let’s go’

    We walked up the stairs to my room towels over our shoulders, we slowly entered the dark room, as I switched on the light he shut the door. We kissed again, more passionately this time as he grabbed my ass and moved me to the bed. When he pulled away I found myself staring at what must have been 7 inches of cut hard cock.

    ‘Lick it’ he said

    I gently licked the head as he let out a gentle moan, I slowly began to suck his hard member. The taste was unforgettable so salty sweet with precum. He put his hands on the back of my head and began to fuck my face. I loved the feeling of another man’s cock in my mouth, I knew then that this is what I wanted and I needed more. I pulled away and looked deep into his eyes.

    ‘Do you want to give me your cherry man?’ he asked.

    I nodded, licking the precum from my lips.

    ‘lay back and put your legs up.’

    As I leaned back he pushed my legs to his shoulders as he reached for the lube. he slowly caressed my virgin hole with a lubed up finger and slid it in, I moaned gently as he fingered my hole.

    ‘You like that don’t you?’

    ‘oh yea man, i love it.’ My now hard cock leaking precum down my shaft. I heard him put the condom on his tool and felt him press it against my hole.

    ‘This is gonna hurt a little’ he said as he slid into me.

    The pain was fleeting and the pleasure was instant as he slowly pushed his cock all the way in and started to thrust. The both of us moaned and panted in animal fury, our sweat pouring out of our skin. I jacked my cock hard as his tool filled me with his lust. I came hard like an erupting volcano spewing my hot load all over my chest and abs.

    ‘I’m cumming’ he shouted as he pulled his cock from my ass, ripped off his condom and blew his massive thick load on my chest, face and in my hair.

    We both lay there for a while, loving the afterglow of a nice hard fuck, he leans over and kisses me one last time before leaving. I’ll leave my number downstairs for you, if you want we can do this again. I smiled as he left leaving my door slightly ajar. I grabbed my key and towel and walked to the showers, getting some interesting looks from other people as they stared at my cum covered body. As the warm water ran down my back and scalp I thought about what happened moments ago, I loved every minute of it and could not wait for it to happen again. I was a full blown queer boy and I was loving every minute of it.


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  • $500 Blow Job

    Unlocking his apartment door, he felt exhausted. It had been a typical Monday at work, and worse afterwards. Glancing at his watch, he realized he was running late. ‘Figures’ he thought as he took his tie off and tossed it onto the chair, undoing the top of his once starched white shirt. Ron dropped into the chesterfield, feeling totally spent, irritated as well.

    He tossed the mail onto the coffee table, and thought about having a stiff drink before making his way to the kitchen. He needed one, not just from having another crap day at work, but the little fender bender on the way home had only been the icing on the cake. Pissed him off too, not because his pride and joy had a nice $500 ding on the rear quarter panel, but because he knew he had been a sap.

    No way would the other driver show up, or pay him. Ron grimaced, realizing he had let his dick rule his head one more time. It was a piss off, but hell, he was a sucker for a cute guy, specially when they were twinks.  Mind this situation took the cake, because he should have reported the accident. Instead he had fell for the tears, the sobs of an 18 year old that looked like he had stepped out of a Bel Ami video. He was so friggin cute, that it made him act like a kid himself. He was 27 for Christ’s sake, should know better, but did he?

    Ron got up and went to the side table, where he kept his drinks. It wasn’t like he was a drunk but now and then he enjoyed sipping on some good stuff, instead of beer. Quickly he poured himself a nice shot of Rye Whiskey and went back to the chesterfield, to contemplate his stupidity. No way would he ever see any money for the damage, let alone the ‘bonus’ that the kid had suggested to him.

    Sipping on his drink, he felt the liquid warm his throat, and his stomach. He felt it gurgle as he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and his stomach was empty. It was already past 8pm and he really didn’t feel like cooking. Instead he was thinking that maybe Aaron would show up at 10, as promised, but he doubted it.

    He still wasn’t sure how he had been conned into not reporting the fender bender. It had been on a side street, as the freeway was too crowded, and taking side streets had saved him time, well, until today. Somehow Aaron had clipped his rear, pulling out from a parking spot on one of those lonely side streets. The sound, the sudden lurch and swerve of his car had scared the living crap out of him. The noise alone had made his ears ring, and before he even realized it, he was out of the car fuming.

    Ron had never felt such rage before. It scared him as he stormed around his car towards the other side, where his precious car had been wounded. He had saved to buy the car, his first. Unlike punks whose parents gave them everything, he had to work hard for his money, his toys. Nothing really came easy for him, and this was his first car. He could count the number of times he had stayed late, put up with old man Winter’s bitching just so he could save a few extra dollars to buy this vintage car.

    Now it was hit by some punk who slowly got out of his own car, a brand new one too boot. That got his blood pressure boiling, as he saw the mop of blond hair rising up out of the driver’s side. His first thought was that here was another of those spoiled brats, driving a car he couldn’t afford, but that his parents had got for their precious little brat. Too bad they didn’t give the moron driving lessons.

    Taking another swallow he realized that it was when he saw the young man’s face, his anger had suddenly eased. There was something about those pale blue eyes, filled with fear, that made him stop yelling and cursing. He had watched as the tall man got out, noticed how he was not thin like most, but had some meat on him. The face was set in a worried frown, and yet in some strange way the kid was attractive. He felt an instant reaction in his pants, that he tried to ignore as the lanky blonde slowly made his way to where his car was wedged into Ron’s.

    He was apologizing, constantly saying he was sorry, and you could hear the fear in his voice. It had somehow calmed Ron down, as they stared at the damage. Then the kid, who looked like he had just gotten his license, began to swear, talking about his father would kill him. He was talking to hide his nervousness, as he said he was sorry, and how he had borrowed his dad’s new car, to run errands. He kept saying how sorry he was, shaking even as he stood there staring at the damage.

    Ron felt sorry for him, or did he? Sitting now in his apartment, the quote from the body shop in his shirt pocket, he wasn’t so sure if it was that he felt sorry for the kid, or if he had been swayed by the tight basket that was one of the most gorgeous he had ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was the blue eyes, that were glazed with tears welling up, or the long blonde hair that came down to the young man’s neck. It could have been his chiselled chest that stretched his t-shirt or the tight fitting jeans that showed off his muscular legs. Whatever it was, he had suddenly acted like some lovesick teenager.

    He had pulled his damaged car off to the side, and it was while exchanging driver license information, insurance details, that things suddenly changed. Instead of calling his insurance agent, and the cops, he held back. He found out that his maniac car impaler was only 18 years old, that his name was Aaron, and that he was just heading off to college. He also found out his father was one of those strict types, who was some big shot contractor.

    The kid had been so nervous, and frightened of what his father would do, that he felt sorry for him. He listened as Aaron told him about his working to buy his books for college, at how his father made him work around the house. How he had taken the new car, despite being told not to, and how his dad would skin him alive. It was quite a story, when Aaron had looked at him, those eyes swimming in tears, asking if they had to report it?

    He rushed on, saying he’d pay for the damage, that he had saved up extra cash from working all summer. His voice had a pleading lilt to it, that made Ron ache. He actually fell for it, he thought, sitting there knowing that to fix his car was going to cost him close to $500. The damage to Aaron’s father’s car was minimal, as it seemed to have barely a scratch on it. His luck, he thought, given how cheaply the new crap was built, but it was how it had hit, that had given him the worst of the encounter. Now he was supposed to fork out $500, and trust that some off to college twink would pay him back.

    Ron figured he was losing his mind. No way should he have agreed to not calling the cops, or reporting the accident to his insurance. Okay, yeah he had a $300. deductible, and yes it would more than likely cause his rates to go up, but shit, $500 was not an easy amount for him to come up with on short notice.

    To be honest, he hadn’t expected the repair to cost as much as the estimate. He was still in sticker shock, as he downed the last of his drink, contemplating another when the front door buzzer sounded. It startled him as he looked at his watch, realizing it was close to 10pm already. Maybe it was the kid, but he doubted it. No way would he show up as he lifted up his phone, to see who it was.

    Surprise was all over his face as he heard that voice, recognizing it and he quickly buzzed the man in. He actually had shown up, which was amazing. Glancing around he thought about putting his jacket away and tidying up but screw it, not like Aaron would actually be there to pay him, or give him his bonus. In his heart he knew that would never happen, though the idea of having him naked, of his mouth filled by his own dick, was appealing, it just wouldn’t happen.

    The knock on the door woke him up out of his little daydream. He opened it to stare at the handsome young man. The hair was combed but if anything looked more inviting than when he had first seen it. The eyes seemed to sparkle at him and the face actually look more relaxed. He let the young man in, catching a whiff of his cologne, that seemed to make his body tense up. It wasn’t overpowering, but held his attention.

    They moved into the small living room area, and Aaron sat down in the chair, looking a bit tense as he leaned back. His legs were spread open, in typical male pose. Ron couldn’t help but look, and he knew that Aaron had noticed. He couldn’t help himself, the long legs were inviting as was the firm looking basket.

    ‘You didn’t expect me to show up, did you?’

    Ron noticed how Aaron was looking at him. His eyes seemed to wander just as Ron’s did. They kept contact with his face, but now and then would flicker and glance down, at Ron’s bulging crotch. He noticed too, that Aaron’s own basket seemed to be getting a bit bigger as well.

    ‘No, I didn’t.’

    ‘Told you I would, uh, you get an estimate?’

    Ron nodded and reached into his shirt pocket, handing it over to the young man. There was a strange exhilaration as he passed the folded paper over. It was sort of like electricity was in the air, as he watched the young man open the estimate. He heard him whistler, seeing the eyes open a bit wider as he read the final quote amount. He looked up and Ron could see he was taken aback by the figure. In some odd way, he felt sorry for him, even though he had caused the accident.

    ‘That’s a lot of money.’

    ‘Yeah, I know. I uh, I suppose I could look around for another body shop, but I doubt they’ll be much cheaper.’

    ‘I didn’t think it’d be that much, I uh, I only brought about $400 with me.’

    Ron was surprised. His face must of shown it, as Aaron quickly began to talk, saying he could get the rest, but it would have to be tomorrow. His bank only let him withdraw up to $400 a day, and he had the money.

    ‘Well I already gave them the go ahead. I pick the car up Friday, so I can wait a bit for the rest. Uh, how’d you save so much?’

    ‘Huh? Oh I worked and my Gran gave me some cash for my graduation.’

    ‘This for your books at college?’

    ‘Yeah, well for some.’

    ‘Your parents not helping out with that?’

    ‘Them? Nah, my dad figures that as he’s paying the tuition, the rest is up to me.’

    ‘How much are the books?’

    ‘The school says about $1200 all total.’

    ‘How much you manage to save for them?’

    ‘I managed just over $1300. to save, figured I’d need to have a head start for next semester, in case I couldn’t get a part time job right off.’

    ‘That’s for one semester? That seems awfully expensive, aren’t there second hand shops where you can get them cheaper?’

    ‘Uh, that is for second hand books. New is way out of my league.’

    It was how he said it, that made Ron sink back into the chesterfield, contemplating the young man. He felt like a heel, realizing that the money he was being given was the kid’s book fund. Somehow, it just didn’t feel right as he got up and poured himself another drink.

    Looking at him, he just couldn’t bring himself to taking the cash from him. Sure, it had taken him nearly a whole year to save up that kind of money, now it would go to his car repair but in all honesty, he couldn’t enjoy spending that money knowing he had maybe hurt a kid in learning. It was a strange feeling, because he never considered himself a sucker. Still, looking at Aaron he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

    Aaron stared back at him, then he leaned back and pulled out a wad of bills out of his pocket. He placed them on the table next to the couch.

    ‘There’s most of it. I’ll bring the rest tomorrow, if that’s okay.’

    He just nodded, finishing off his second drink. He couldn’t help the way he was feeling, tempted to just tell Aaron to forget it, but he didn’t as he just looked at the young man.

    ‘Honest, I will, and uh, I know I uh, well you know, the other. I’ll still do that, now, if you want.’

    ‘You sure about that?’

    ‘I said I would, I uh, I keep my word.’

    Ron noticed how he had his head lowered, looking up at him from under his eyelashes. It was odd, but while he had wanted it, he wasn’t sure. Still he was attracted to the young man, and hell, it was his car that had been damaged.

    Maybe it was the second drink on an empty stomach, but he couldn’t deny the urges inside as he walked over to where Aaron was sitting. He stood right in front of him, looking down at the slender man. Aaron lifted his head up and looked up at him. The eyes were open and Ron knew that he would do it.

    He placed his empty glass down on the table, next to the wad of bills. He hadn’t even bothered to count them, as he took a step closer to the young man. His eyes were a bit glazed over as he unbuckled his belt.

    ‘Okay’

    Aaron stared at him for what seemed an eternity. Then he lifted his hands up and shifted himself on the chair, coming forward. His eyes continued to look up at Ron, as the hands fumbled with Ron’s pants. The hands were trembling, as was Ron’s legs. It was strange, to be standing there, waiting for some stranger to undo his pants, and suck him off. Yet he felt like he couldn’t wait, as the young man’s fingers pulled at his pants, undoing the clasp then pushing the zipper down.

    Ron felt his body tremble with anticipation, as his pants were slowly pushed down his legs. The hair on his legs seemed to stand up as the young man’s hands brushed past them. Then he felt the hands reach up and take hold of the waist band of his shorts. He licked his lips, glancing down to see Aaron still looking up at him. The eyes were filled with water, as if the young man was about to cry, but he ignored it as the fingers tightened and began to push the shorts down.

    He felt the shorts release his cock. He heard the intake of breathe as Aaron stared for the first time at his erect penis. He let him push the shorts down, stepping out of them and his pants. He spread his legs wide apart, as he looked down. Aaron no longer was staring up at him, but was looking right at his hard cock.

    The touch of Aaron’s hand on his thigh, then the light touch of his fingers around the base of his cock made his body shake. He felt a strange jolt as he watched the young man wrap his fingers around the base of his cock. A small moan escaped his lips, as he watched the blond head begin to move inwards. He could feel his hot breath now, as it wafted across his cock head. His legs became taut with excitement, as Aaron glanced back up at him.

    He smiled, resting both of his hands on his hips. Ron felt his heart racing, his lungs began to ache as he waited for that first touch, that first feel of Aaron’s lips around his cock. His balls were aching, as he watched the head moving closer and closer, until finally, he felt it.

    He shook and his hands moved from his hips to rest on Aaron’s head. The head stopped and pulled back, but his hands moved with it. He didn’t try to force it, and once more it moved back closer, and again he felt Aaron’s breath on his cock head. He gritted his teeth, as the warm lips touched his skin. It made him quiver, as Aaron slowly let his thin lips surround the head, pushing the skin back under its grip.

    His hands spread out on the young man’s head. His fingers managed to twist some strands of hair, holding them tightly. Aaron’s lips slowly moved along the cock head, then pulled back. The head leaned back, despite his hold. He heard him swallow, knew he was looking up at him, but he didn’t look back. He waited, the tension building up in his body as once more Aaron moved his head forward. Once more his lips surrounded his cock head, and this time moved down more.

    As the lips slid down and off his cock head, to grab hold of his shaft, Aaron’s tongue darted out. He felt the raspy edge lick at his cock head, taste the small drop of precum that had formed. He felt himself shake as the hand around his base grew tighter. Then the lips were moving down his shaft, and he heard Aaron gagging a little, as he stuffed Ron’s cock into his mouth.

    The warmth, the flick of the tongue under his shaft made him grab harder onto the boy’s head. He felt it resist, but he only increased his grip, and then he felt the head moving up and down his cock. He moaned as he felt the tongue licking at him, and his hands were stretching and contracting, pulling at Aaron’s hair. He groaned as he felt the waves of pleasure running up and down his whole body. His muscles were all constricted and taut as the young man began to suck on his throbbing pole. Every now and then he heard a sort of gurgle, as the boy gagged now and then.

    Ron ignored it as he began to rock a little. He was slowly moving his own hips in time with the motion of Aaron’s head. He continued to moan, biting his lower lip now and then, as a particularly strong wave of pleasure would roll through his whole body.

    Every few strokes, Aaron would pull his head back, and would use his hand to stroke Ron’s cock. He had moved off the chair, and rested on his knees before Ron’s body. He sucked on the cock for several minutes, then he would stroke it, and then back to sucking it. He didn’t touch him anywhere else, as he kept stroking the base while sucking. His lips were tight and Ron felt his body shaking, felt the blood rushing faster and faster to his cock. His balls felt like they were on fire, as Aaron continued to stroke him, to suck him.

    His hands now rested on the young man’s shoulders. His fingers were digging into the flesh as he continued to gyrate his hips, driving his cock deep into the mouth. He ignored the gagging sounds, as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He felt the pressure building as he moved his own hands, grasping the back of Aaron’s head as he shot his hips forward hard.

    His cock drove deep down into the throat, he felt the head strike the soft tissue, then rear back. He cried out, his hands holding the head tighter as his body exploded. His cum was flooding out, filling the young man’s throat and mouth. Aaron tried to pull back, but Ron wouldn’t let him. He kept his head over his cock, as he shot his load.

    His whole body was trembling, as his cum flooded the young man’s throat. There was no mistaking sound of gagging, of sputtering as his cum flowed out. His body was shaking as he arched forward one more time, letting more of his cum shoot out. Aaron was choking, or sounding like it, but he held his head firmly, until he heard him swallowing. He could feel his cream coming back and coating his throbbing pole. There was no moaning, no groans from Aaron, but he couldn’t help but cry out, enjoying his release.

    The rolling waves were still running up and down his body as he slowly pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth. The young man leaned back on his haunches, resting against the base of the chair. Ron felt his eyes on him, as he shuddered a few more times, before he could open his eyes. He stepped back and slowly made his way to the chesterfield, where he collapsed. He had felt exhausted when he first got home, but now he was totally drained as he stared over at Aaron.

    The young man had slowly gotten up, and sat on the chair, just staring at Ron. His eyes seemed to look forlorn, watching Ron panting. He could feel his chest heaving, as he stared back, a small smile on his face. There wasn’t any from Aaron.

    Ron turned away from Aaron’s face, and stared down at the wad of bills. He felt suddenly cheap, and looked back at Aaron. He could see his dejection, feel it really as he sat there, totally drained.  He reached over with one hand, and picked up the thick wad of money. His eyes looked at the money, then over at Aaron. He held his hand out to him.

    ‘Here, take it back, we are even.’

    Aaron’s mouth opened, and he sat there for a second or two, then leaned over and took back the money. His eyes peered hard into Ron’s, then looked back down at the money in his hand.

    ‘Are you, I mean… uh, I don’t know what…’

    ‘Next time, look for oncoming cars before you pull out, okay?’

    Aaron nodded as he stood up, stuffing the money back into his pants pocket. Ron saw the dried cum on his lips, realizing he had just paid $500. for a blow job, that in itself wasn’t the greatest, but somehow he felt like it was worth it, as he saw the smile on the young man’s face.


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  • Uncertain Arrival

    I see him coming out of the passageway from the plane, another one sent to me from the Levant to acclimate to living in the States in exchange for pleasuring me. He’s everything I had been told to expect: big. Tall, more than six and a half feet, I think, and thick of body but in a well-cut way, all power and muscle way. Big hands, big feet, bulging biceps, a T-shirt just bursting with chest muscle. He isn’t smiling; he looks tired. I worry what he’ll think when he sees me; whether he hoped I’d be younger or as massive as he is. But then he sees me, obviously recognizing me from photos, and his face lights up in a broad grin. He’s different from the last one, who was thin and serious, but who both beefed up and lightened up under my tutelage. I hoped this one wasn’t as timid as the first. We lost so much time in the beginning, time that we both wished we had when we at last parted.

    He wants to hug me when he reaches me, a bear hug, as if we are long-lost relatives. I grunt, as I realize that he’s using the closeness as an excuse to take my hand and put it on his basket. He’s ready for action, obviously, and wants me to know it. And I gasp at the size of him. He touches me unobtrusively, but intimately, as we move toward the baggage belts. On the escalator, he’s close behind me and he reaches around me with a big hand and pushes his mitt up under my shirt and palms my belly. He’s been instructed well. If I wasn’t already melting, I would be now. My hand is trembling on the escalator’s plastic handrail. My breath begins to become ragged. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to wait until we get to the hotel, even though I selected one very close to the airport.

    But I don’t have to wait. At baggage claim, a message is flashing above the conveyor belts that the baggage has been delayed.

    He asks me where the men’s room is. I point to one and say I’ll wait in case his bags appear, asking him what they look like. He smiles and tells me the bags can wait…that we can’t fuck if I’m not in the men’s room with him. He’s said it in a conversational, natural tone. I glance around as surreptitiously as I can to see if anyone’s heard what he said. No one seems to have; they are all chattering to each other, not zeroing in on any specific conversation other than their own. I flash him a warning look, and his eyes turn to those of a wounded teddy bear.

    My knees are like rubber as we walk over to the men’s room. What seemed so close a minute ago now seems miles away. Surely everyone we pass knows what we are going to do in there…or are thinking of doing. I’m not at all sure I can go through with this.

    We reach the door to the men’s room and I falter. But he just passes on beside me and through the door. So I follow. It’s a large one, with the shiny steel-sided stalls in banks in a compartment behind the room with the urinals and wash basins.

    He selects a stall nearly all the way at the end of the row and pulls me in with him and turns me and dives for my lips with his. His hands go to encase my buns and he pulls my package into his. I can feel the urging and heat of him. He smells like cedar and cinnamon, fresh from the Levant. He takes his hands back, but only long enough to unbuckle himself and open his fly and push his briefs down. Then they are back on my buns, but this time, I have unbuckled myself and my pants pull apart and sink down my legs as his hands go inside my briefs and encase me again, skin on skin. A long, fat finger is already reaching for my hole. He grinds my pelvis against his, and I arch back and moan, feeling my manhood against his, his a veritable throbbing club of readiness. My hands go to him and I gasp at his size and urgency. Big hands, big feet, gigantic penis…wanting me, just as I have wanted what he has to give me for months since at sent his predecessor away in this very airport.

    He turns me roughly and makes me lean across the toilet, my legs spread on either side of the seat, my hand clutching at the tank top. My pants are stripped off and slung over my head onto the top of the tank top. I lay my cheek on top of the trousers and try not to cry out as he attacks my anus with his searching mouth and tongue and long, thick fingers. Then he’s crouched over me and is entering me and entering me and entering. Thrusting and withdrawing and then thrusting again, deeper. Breathing heavily, both of us. We hear men, in conversation, entering the men’s room. And my Lebanese lover lifts my legs off the floor, with strong hands under my thighs, helping me wedge my feet in the corners where the stall walls meet the back wall.

    Crouching below me on massive thighs now, miles and miles of rock-hard, throbbing cock pointed straight up inside my hole. Lifting me and sinking me down on his possessing rod, finding every inch of me inside, stretching me, worrying my canal, coaxing it to expand for him, to take more of him in with each lifting and sinking. My legs have leverage against the wall now, none of me showing below the edge of the stall. One of his hands goes to my belly and the other to my throat just below my chin, pulling my head into his so that he can kiss my ears and cheeks and let me hear the sound of his pent-up need to fuck me. Me providing the piston action now with the stiffening and release of the tense in my leveraged legs. Me fucking myself on his gigantic tool now. Screaming and moaning in passion but only on the inside…I hope. Trying my best not to betray our exertions, my briefs stuffed inside my own mouth to aid my attempt at silence.

    Then his hands are back on my hips now. Jack hammering me up and down, faster and faster, and pulling out farther with each movement and digging deeper with each thrust. He senses I am ready to shoot and then pulls me all the way down, the sensitive skin of my butt cheeks mashing his black, curly pubic hair. He holds for interminable seconds, slowly pulls me back up until I can feel his bulbous glans at my rim…and then a swift death…thrusting me down as he reaches over and flushes the toilet, masking at least partially my involuntary passioned cry of being taken totally as my ejaculate splatters against the cold steel of the toilet.

    He comes then inside me as well in a drowning flood. The catch in his breath and slight whimper as he ejaculates tells me that he is mine as much as I am his.

    He holds me there, nuzzling my neck with his lips. ‘How far to this hotel?’ he whispers in my ear.

    ‘Not far, not far at all,’ I whisper back in breathless voice.

    ‘Good,’ he says. ‘I want to hear you scream out loud for it now.’

    I take charge as soon as we’ve redressed, even though I still feel like Jell-O inside. Telling him to wait a couple of minutes before joining me in baggage claim.

    I keep my distance while the bags, at last, are arriving, and I manage to wrap myself in businesslike decorum, with a slightly stern look on my face. He’s got that wounded teddy bear look again on his face, not sure if he’s done something wrong. I want him on that edge at least until we get to the hotel. I make him carry the heaviest bags to the car and then make him sit in the backseat all the way to the hotel. I’ve already checked in, so we just breeze past reception, which is too busy to care about us anyway, and go up to the room.

    I send him to the showers. He tries to apologize as he strips down, but I tell him just to go.

    When he pads back out of the bathroom, stark naked and patting at his wet body with a fluffy towel, I am there, sitting on the end of the bed, legs and arms wide, a big smile on my face.

    ‘Welcome to America,’ I say. ‘Come and get me.’

    ‘But . . . but . . .’ he stammers, ‘You aren’t mad with me? The car . . .’

    ‘I couldn’t trust myself with you in the front seat,’ I say.

    And then he is upon me. No months of breaking down timidness with this one.


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  • Scavenger Hunt

    It was the first party of the year, and not even October yet, but he had to give Grant credit, he knew how to throw a party. It wasn’t the drinking so much as how he managed to get people together, and have fun. His parties were notorious for their wild endings, and group orgies, least that was the buzz. Frankly, they were just simply different that many of the barriers got broken down. People mingled, didn’t stick with one group or another, thanks to how Grant always had a gimmick. He made certain guys were matched with people they didn’t know well, and there was always a hook, something that made people loosen up and just have fun.

    Tonight was no exception. He had announced a scavenger hunt, and had paired those without cars, with those who had cars. It wasn’t casual either, he had planned it well. Bill was nervous, when Grant paired him off with the new addition to the crowd, Ross.

    Ross was one of those pretty boys. He was just 21 years old, stood maybe 5 foot 9 and was a skinny looking kid really. He might be 21, but his features were so fine, so delicate that you would swear he was at most 18. He had long red hair too, that shimmered when the light caught it just right. He had a hooked nose, but the eyes were like pellets of exploding light. He always had a smile too, and wasn’t shy either.

    Bill on the other hand was more of the shy type. He was also very cautious, which is probably why he was interning at a local accountant’s office, studying to become a bean counter. He was taller than Ross, by several inches really and definitely what one would call stocky. Looking at him standing next to Ross, you would term the pair as Mutt and Jeff. Still, somehow Grant had known that Ross had become a person of interest for Bill and now they were paired together for the midnight scavenger hunt.

    Bill never drove to Grant’s parties, as he usually had way too much to drink. So when he found out Ross had one of those older two seater sport’s cars, he was intrigued. He liked older cars, for their resilience, and economy too. Surprising how many of the really old cars could keep on going, used fuel rather economically compared to today’s models, which was one more reason why he was secretly attracted to Ross. How Grant found out was still a mystery, but he didn’t care. He was going to spend the wee hours of the morning tooting around town, looking for odds and ends that would be clear, when found.

    Grant had a wicked sense of humour to go with his penchant for party games. Each group got their own special clues, and you had to figure it out in order to find the right item to snatch and bring back. There was a time limit as well, everyone had to return by 4am, or suffer a penalty. Knowing Grant, it would be some penalty that would guarantee a person’s embarrassment.

    Climbing into the passenger seat was an experience. He couldn’t help but rub shoulders with Ross, and he could smell his cologne clearly as the small car was cramped. Yet, he had sufficient leg room and the feel of the cold fall air on his face as they roared off to their staring point was exhilarating. Ross didn’t say much, and he knew that several of the others were jealous that Grant had paired him with the new guy.

    Ross was a bartender at one of the straight clubs. He ran the shooter bar on the weekends, and was supposedly quite popular with the patrons. He had that flair, that look, that made people just want to be around him. Yet he wasn’t a snob either and he could talk about nothing with the best of them. He wasn’t shallow, just talkative and as they roared towards the starting point, as detailed on the outside of their secret orders, he didn’t stop talking about how it was all different than being at a straight party.

    Bill found out that Ross had only come out six months back, that he had hidden it from everyone, including himself. He also found out that Ross was still basically a virgin. Oh he had his share of oral sex, of being sucked off, of sucking guys off, but so far, had yet to have his cherry popped, so to speak. It was an odd conversation, one that made Bill uncomfortable, yet horny as hell.

    The idea of no one having penetrated those nice looking cheeks, or of him penetrating someone was enough to make him stiff as a rock. He could feel the ache in his groin, but tried to hide it. Trouble was, it wasn’t easy in a small car like Ross’, where you couldn’t help but rub shoulders. Each time Ross would shift gears his hand would brush against his leg, and each time that happened, he felt himself catching his breath, wishing the hand would move just a bit more over on his leg.

    He found it hard to carry his part of the conversation as a result of their closeness, and of what Ross was saying. Hell, they had barely met, talked only a few times briefly over the last month, so to listen to him talk about how he hadn’t been popped was, well hard to adjust to. It was like they were old friends and yet not. Besides, he couldn’t quite believe that none of the few guys Ross had been with hadn’t tried to do him. After all, he was a cutie, and he had that body that while short, would be a fun one to play with.

    Ross must have read his mind too, as he talked about that. He talked about how some guys only wanted to fuck, never have fun first. He hated that, he said. Wishing more guys would want to play for a bit, before going for the big one. He kept calling it the big one, and it made Bill squirm a bit. The notion of unwrapping that little package of joy, of touching it and of taking it was making his thinking difficult. He found himself stuttering a lot, as his mind was off on some fantasy, where he was laying next to Ross, a strip of condoms nearby, spent.

    He could imagine what it would be like. To be the first to penetrate those firm cheeks, to see them spread apart and to reach in and taste that pink hole that had never been tasted by a man’s tongue. His own dick was straining inside his jeans, as he tried to converse, but failed. His lust was taking hold and he hoped that once they got to their starting point, that he wouldn’t have to get out of the car. If he did, he knew that Ross would know exactly what Bill was thinking about.

    The car came to a stop and Bill realized he had no idea where they were. The area was dark and he could see the tall standing trees that surrounded them on all sides. The road had been bumpy and he realized they had been on some dirt track, and now were amidst a grove of trees. An old broken down cabin was off to one side, and Ross seemed to be looking at him, his eyes open as he waited for Bill to open their envelope, to begin to read the clues.

    Blushing and thankful that Ross couldn’t see that, he read off the first clue and looked at Ross with a blank stare. It didn’t make much sense and they both just stared at each other. Ross took the paper from Bill, the touch giving Bill a bit of a jolt. His heart seemed to suddenly race at the touch, and he felt the lump in his pants stiffen even more.

    He stared as he watched Ross read the clue over and over again. The young man kept shaking his head, and he looked so desirable, that it was hard for Bill to concentrate on the words he was saying. Finally he shrugged, and stared around at the emptiness of the place. Ross climbed out and reached behind to pick up a flashlight, he turned it on and swept the darkness, looking for the red and black object that they were supposed to find.

    ‘Maybe it’s inside?’ he muttered, and Ross shone the light on the rickety cabin. He shrugged and began to head towards the cabin, with Bill behind. He had adjusted his pants, trying to hide his hard-on though he felt like it was a beacon shining out in the night. Still he trudged behind, enjoying the way the young man moved. There wasn’t much light, but he could see how the cheeks were firmly held by the pants, how they moved as he moved and all he could think of, was how it would feel to be touching those cheeks, to be spreading them apart, to delve between them and taste the young man.

    They stood inside the door, and Ross shone the light slowly across the interior. Surprisingly it was clean and off to one side, far at the back in the corner, was the object they were supposed to find. A red blanket with black checks lay across a cot, with a basket with a bow on top. The next clue would be there, as they saw the ribbon and envelope attached to the handle.

    Moving closer, they bumped and he felt Ross quiver a littler, then giggle. Together they approached the blanket, and Ross took the envelope and opened it. He held the flashlight up and stared at the next clue. He sucked in his breathe and then stared up at Bill, as he handed him the clue. His eyes were fixed on Bill, which added to his nervousness. Bill took the envelope to read, and as he did, he felt his whole body tense. Grant had gone too far, he thought, as he lifted his head up and peered over at Ross.

    ‘I uh, I had nothing to do with this, I mean, Grant, uh, he’s well, he likes to uh…’

    Ross just stared at him, and then softly spoke. His voice was trembling as he looked down at the basket, then back up at Bill.

    ‘Kind of uh, well, it isn’t really Grant’s fault.’

    ‘Huh? Not.. you mean…’

    ‘I didn’t know how else to uh, well you know. I am new to all this, I thought that, well… I thought it would be easier than…”

    Bill wasn’t sure what to say or do. He stared down at Ross, then he sat down on the cot, still staring at Ross. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had the flashlight. It shone on Ross, and he could see the worry in his face, yet he saw something more in the young man’s eyes. There was a glint in them, a sort of glazed look mixed in with worry.

    He let his eyes move away from the face, and saw how Ross’s chest was heaving, as he tried to keep himself calm. Smiling a little, he also couldn’t help but look further down, and there was no mistaking the hard lump that tented the jeans, at the crotch. It was well pronounced, just as his own must be. Looking back up he saw a small smile on the man’s face, the eyes looking relieved as he smiled back, leaning back on his elbows.

    ‘What’s in the basket?’

    Ross looked up at Bill. The eyes were shining as he looked back into the basket, even though he knew what was inside. He didn’t look at Bill as he told him.

    ‘Condoms, uh some lubricant, crackers, packages of peanut butter and jam, uh some wipes, candle, and uh… a dildo.’

    ‘Figures, a well stocked picnic basket, courtesy of Grant. I uh, I mean you sure this is what you want? Not exactly romantic.’

    ‘Yes’

    Bill reached out with one hand. His fingers touched Ross’ face, and he let it run down his cheek. He saw the desire clearly and he felt it too. He wasn’t sure how or why really, but he had been attracted to Ross the first time he had seen him. Thinking back, he realized he must have said something to Grant about it. No way would Grant have taken this, this far if he hadn’t been sure of them both.  He was always trying to fix him up with someone, now it looked like he had.

    ‘Why me?’ he asked as he stood up, looking down at Ross. He could see his eyes and how they looked up at him. It was how he must look, he thought as he waited for the answer.

    ‘I don’t know, really. I guess it’s because you aren’t like the rest, drooling and always loaded. You just, I don’t know, you just seemed like you’d understand, that maybe it would mean a bit more than just a fuck.’

    He let his finger run under Ross’ chin and made the face tilt upwards to look at him. He smiled as he reached down to bring Ross closer, and he let his head move inwards, his eyes closing. The last thing he saw was the way the lips were trembling, just as he let his own brush up against them.

    The second that they touched, he felt the young man jump and then move in close. He felt his body snuggle deep into his own, and they kissed deeply. He could taste him, smell him as his tongue licked past the trembling mouth. His own body was shaking as they clung to each other, just kissing.

    After several minutes, they broke apart and just stared at each other. Both were panting and finally Bill broke the silence, suggesting Ross light the candle, place it next to the cot. While Ross complied, he began to undress, noticing that his shirt was already open, his pants undone. Glancing over at Ross, he saw that he too had his shirt flapping loose, and Bill could see the shadows dancing across the naked skin of the young man’s chest.

    He had no recollection of undoing the shirt, but grinned as he realized that he was going to have to give Grant a rather nice Christmas present this year. Ross was more than he had ever dreamed of, as he let his shirt fall off his shoulders. He kicked off the runners, and stood up to let his pants slide down his body, his eyes never once straying from watching Ross.

    With the candle lit, Ross turned and smiled at Bill. There was no mistaking his desire either as he quickly tossed his shirt off, then kicked each of his runners off. He bent down, his head still looking at Bill, as he took his socks off, then standing back up he pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles, stepping out of them quickly. He just stood there, totally naked and grinning at Bill.

    He swallowed, staring at the amazing sight of a naked Ross. The candle light was flickering in the cabin, adding to the excitement and mood. His eyes must be like saucers, he thought, as he took in the small wiry frame of the young man. The way his stomach seemed to shake a little, the way his face seemed to glow. The shadows played across them in strange patterns, but it was the large cock that held his eyes transfixed.

    It was huge, long and not too thick, but had to be the longest he had ever seen. He stared at it, as it just stuck straight out at him. The balls looked full as they dangled beneath the pole, barely visible really from above. He just swallowed several times, wondering what it would be like to have that inside of his own ass, even though he preferred to being the top. Seeing that gorgeous piece of flesh made him weak at the knees, and he felt a strange ache in his own rectum as he quickly finished undressing.

    The room was cool, but he didn’t care as he stared over at Ross. His heart was racing, filling his ears with its thundering noise as he sat down on the cot. He couldn’t believe how well hung Ross was. He licked his lips as Ross came closer to him, now standing right in front of Bill. He could smell that special aroma, that came from a man’s groin and he looked away from Ross’ face, to stare right at the throbbing pole.

    He wanted it, craved it even and somehow Ross seemed to know that. Ross moved another step closer, and the hard pole was so close, he could see the veins sticking up all around the massive shaft. The cock head was dark looking, and he reached out with one hand, to take hold of the wavering cock. His fingers felt the heat as they slowly took hold at the base of the huge cock. He heard a soft moan and watched as Ross stepped in even closer.

    The touch of Ross’ hands on his head was enough as he leaned forward, and closing his eyes, he opened his mouth wide. Bill felt the warm flesh touch his lips, making his whole body tremble. He let the lips slowly slide across the head, tasting a tiny drop of precum, then swallowed it, as his mouth finally covered the whole cock head. He felt it inside, grating lightly past his teeth and there was a slight shudder as it passed further into his mouth.

    His mouth moved slowly along the offered cock. He felt the head moving and filling his whole mouth. Bill’s throat was being stretched as he pulled back, then forward again. He tasted the hot flesh as it went past, his tongue licking at the underside, as he struggled to take more of the throbbing pole, he felt the young man shaking. His eyes flickered open briefly, to stare up at Ross leaning into him. He felt the desire as he sucked on the cock, then pulled it out of his mouth.

    Bill then reached underneath the massive cock, wedging up the side of his face, as he took first one of the massive balls, then the other into his hand. He let his finger dig a little into the leathery sac, then slowly he kissed them both. Back and forth he went, then he suddenly swallowed one deep into his mouth. He heard Ross groan, felt the body shake even more, as he let the ball drop out, as he quickly sucked on the other one. Back and forth he went, sucking each ball briefly, feeling Ross shake with each lick of his tongue on the leathery skin.

    He leaned back, and with his hand on Ross’s trembling hips, he guided the young man to climb onto the cot. He heard it squeak, as it took the added weight. He smiled as he was now looking into Ross’s face. The eyes were sparkling with exploding lights, the shadows dancing across the shuddering body of the young man, as Bill slowly forced Ross down onto his back. Quickly he moved to let one leg pass over his, so that he was in between both legs. He let them raise up, so that Ross’s knees were up off the cot.

    Looking down on the young man, he smiled at him, seeing the glazed look falling like shutters over Ross’s eyes. He felt his own body shake as he felt the two legs on either side of him, and there right under his chin, was the huge cock, wavering in the air. Licking his lips, he bent down, kissed the head of the cock, then lowered himself further. His legs dangled over the end of the cot, as he licked at the groin, at the skin between the groin and thighs. He felt the young man squirm as he licked hard at the boy’s flesh, then lightly run his tongue across the same spot. It was obviously working, as he moved his face, to lick at the base of the cock, then underneath. His tongue was moving slowly as it licked at the underside of Ross’s balls.

    Bill placed his hand underneath the cheeks. He felt how warm they were, and how drenched they were too from the young man’s sweat. His own body was glistening in the candle light from his own sweat, as he lifted the boy’s body upwards, spreading his cheeks apart slightly.

    He ran his finger down the opened valley, feeling the muscles tense and release. He felt the buttocks shaking as he stuck his finger into his mouth, moistening it, then running back up and down the opened valley. Not once did he touch the opened pink hole, but let his finger swirl around it, teasing it.

    The sounds coming from Ross was making it hard for him to control his own emotions. He wanted to ram his finger inside, but held back, wanting to make this a memorable time for Ross. After all, it was his first time. He knew he needed to take his time, but the aroma of the young man was driving him nuts. The sounds, the feelings, were too much as he found himself teasing the hole even more.

    The tip of his finger rested over the hole, he heard Ross groan, pleading a little, wanting to take it. He let it rest there for a full two seconds, before he moved it away, then let it slide back up the valley, and then slowly he let it go back down, until it was near the hole. This time he didn’t stop, he didn’t let the tip rest, but slowly began to work the finger inside of the tight hole. He heard the young man cry out, felt the muscle taking hold of his finger tip as he worked it around while gently pushing it inwards.

    He took it out, and sucked on the finger, then it was back over the hole, and twisting around and driving inwards. He felt the tip slide in, felt it twist around. Ross groaned loudly now, his hands banging the side of the cot, and the wall on the other side. His body shook as Bill continued to twist his finger deeper into the rectum.

    The legs were shaking on either side as Ross kept his whole buttocks up in the air. Bill had his other hand pulling at the cheeks, spreading the one side, as he twisted and guided his finger deeper into Ross’s hole. He felt the boy shake, felt each shudder of pleasure as it raced up and down inside of Ross.

    He began to slowly push his finger in and out, until he felt the time was right. Then slowly another finger was pressing up against the hole, not entering yet. The groans were louder as he spit onto his fingers, as they worked around the hole. One finger inside, the other finger tip resting near. Slowly as he pulled the one finger nearly out, he began to press with his other finger. He felt the muscle resist, then slowly give in as he twisted his fingers around inside.

    Ross cried out, as Bill continued to watch his fingers moving in and out of the puckering hole. He saw the hole open and close around his probing fingers. He felt the soft lining inside, and he felt his own heart pounding in his chest. It was like listening to an endless peal of thunder as he continued to press inwards, twisting every now and then.

    Each twist seemed to make Ross moan, then squirm around as he finally began to move in and out in an increased motion. His hand was moving hard now, the fingers going deeper with each push in. Soon he felt his knuckles rubbing up against the young man’s hole and he realized he had another finger itching to press inside. He bit his lip as he stared up at the trembling young man.

    He pulled his finger out and then quickly pushed one leg over his own body, effectively twisting Ross over onto his stomach. He let his hands push the legs apart, his hands up around the hole, spreading the cheeks wide open. He was breathing hard, his cock rubbing up against the woollen blanket underneath, making him groan as he looked down into Ross’s ass.

    The pink hole seemed to shimmer before him, as he leaned down, dribbling some spit into the waiting hole. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh on either side, as he lowered his face, his nose wedged upwards into the soft valley of the cheeks, above the glistening hole.

    He let his tongue lick at the sides of the cheeks, then below the hole and then above it. He felt the body shudder to each flick and swipe of his tongue, as his fingers held the cheeks in place, open. He breathed in deeply, smelling Ross’s scent mingled with sweat, as his tongue licked around the hole now, teasing it.

    His own body was nothing more than a sticky mass of running sweat, as he felt the drops dripping off his forehead, to fall onto Ross’ own steamy body. The tiny drops were clouding his eyes as he leaned further in, letting his tongue curl up and then lick at the pink hole. He felt the shudder, felt the shaking, and heard the moans growing louder as he dug his tongue inwards, spreading open the hole even wider. He sucked in his own breathe, as he let his tongue lick at the hole, then dive in, then pull out and lick around the hole before going back past the hole.

    He felt his own body trembling as he heard Ross’s voice urging him on. He didn’t make out the words, as he let his tongue dig deep into the young man’s flesh, then he suddenly sat back up, slapping one cheek then another. He reached up and over Ross and grabbed the dildo out of the basket. He took the lubricant as well and pushed open the top, to drizzle the liquid over the top of the dildo.

    He placed the tip of the dildo up against Ross’s ass. He began to pull open the cheeks again, as he felt the young man tense up. The dildo was not thick but was long as he slowly let it run down and up the valley. Then he wedged it up against Ross’s hole, and began to spread open the cheeks, before slowly pushing it in. Ross grunted, and he saw the cheeks shake as he twisted the dildo a little, just as he had done with his fingers earlier. He pushed further, until slowly the whole dildo was inside of the young man.

    There was no moans, just a sort of whimper as he began to slowly move the dildo in and out. His hand rested on the small of Ross’s back as he pulled and pushed. His own body was cooling as he gave the dildo a small twist. Ross moaned at that, and Bill smiled as the boy’s body began to relax a little, as he got used to the long rubber dong inside.

    He let the dildo rest inside, as he rubbed Ross’s backside, then his hips and thighs as he occasionally pulled and pushed on the dildo. He caressed the buttocks, slapping them now and then which made Ross jump a little. There wasn’t much sound from him, just the occasional moan or whimper as he lay there, spread eagled with the dildo inside. In and out he would move it then he would lean over and kiss Ross on the back, by the neck.

    At one point, he worked the dildo with one hand, while leaning forward. He kissed Ross under his long hair, that was now matted and wet from sweat. Then he let his tongue lick all the way down the centre of Ross’s back. He licked at the spine, watched it shake and the rest of his body shudder as he licked back up and then down again. All the time he kept the dildo moving in and out and Ross was once more moaning now. His legs were taut and his cheeks clenched tight, holding onto the dildo as it moved in and out.

    Bill finally took the plastic out, and he heard a sigh, as he ripped open a condom package. Immediately that he heard the sound, Ross tensed up. His back was rigid, his legs taut as he waited for the coming penetration. Everything was ready, as he once more shuffled himself in closer between Ross’s legs.

    His cock had never felt harder as he had unrolled the condom. Pushing it up against Ross’s buttocks, he grabbed hold of it and wiped it along the cheeks. They shook in anticipation as he let it rest on the young man’s cheeks. Then he reached underneath, and lifted the body upwards onto his knees. He felt the hard cock underneath and gave it a squeeze. Ross moaned at the touch and then wiggled back a little, almost eager for Bill to penetrate him.

    Slowly he began to run his cock down the valley. He let it move very slowly, until his cock head was up against Ross’s hole. He felt the body stiffen, knowing he was right up against the tight hole. His hands moved down and up the shaking thighs, and then along the cheeks, as he slowly leaned forward.

    Carefully he pushed his own hips forward, making his cock go forward, and he heard the cry. He held his position, as the shaking body slowly relaxed a little, then once more he pushed forward, as his cock head was spreading open the tight pink hole. Ross cried out, but he didn’t stop as he felt he was close, and then suddenly he was inside. Ross was grunting and obviously gritting his teeth as Bill’s cock pushed inside.

    He let it sit there, the head inside, as the cheeks shook and shook. Bill could feel it all, and it was like he was plugged in to Ross’s own body. He could feel the heart skipping beats, felt the lungs rise and fall as he struggled with the rolling pain that was going up and down his body. He waited, then slowly began to push further inside. Ross groaned louder as his body continued to tremble.

    It took him several minutes, but finally his crotch was pressing hard into Ross’s cheeks. His cock was firmly wedged deep inside and he let his body hold its position one more time. Ross was crying, but he refused to let Bill stop. His head would twist and turn on the cot as slowly Bill began to pull out. Just an inch or two and then back in he went. Each time he would pull out, it would be a little bit more, then he would carefully push back inside.

    Soon he could feel his cock head near the hole, and Ross was no longer groaning in pain, but was starting to moan with pleasure. He was used to the cock inside and gradually Bill began to push a bit faster, pull back a bit faster and every now and then, he would twist his hips, making his cock twist inside. Ross would whimper then, but began to beg for more. His voice became husky as he started to plead with Bill, to go faster, to go deeper.

    Bill obliged, the ache in his own body becoming unbearable as he began to push faster. Each thrust in, he felt the muscles around his cock spread apart, until he stopped pushing. Then they would once more grasp at his pole, trying to hold it inside. His strength was greater, as he began to increase his motion. His hips were now crashing into the body and before long, each downward thrust was met by an upward push from Ross.

    He began to move faster, urged on by Ross as his sweat dripped continuously onto Ross’s back. He could feel the speed growing, feel his cock going deeper into the virgin ass. He felt the muscles give up, felt his cock grow thicker as he began to pound the ass hard. His body was like a jack hammer, constantly moving up and down and Ross no longer moaned, but groaned constantly. He was shaking, his whole body trembling as Bill continued to dig deeper with each thrust. His balls were aching, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer as he felt feint.

    Bill’s eyes were closed, yet brilliant bursts of reds and oranges flashed across his vision. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t even hear Ross’s cries for more. The blood was rushing from his arms and legs, his body was growing numb and weak as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He couldn’t wait and as he pulled back, he pulled all the way back.

    His cock came out and his hand tore frantically at the condom, ripping it off his shaft. He leaned forward, his hand pumping at his cock as his head lifted backwards, up high into the air. The cum came flooding out in a huge stream. He felt it as his body jerked, his cock rearing back then shooting forward. Past his fingers the stream went sailing up and through, and he heard the sounds of it striking the hot flesh of Ross’s back. He heard Ross cry out, heard him and felt him shudder as his cum exploded all across the taut back of the young man.

    He shook his cock, as more hot milk dribbled out, splattering across the shaking buttocks. He heard Ross moan, a deep gut wrenching moan of pure pleasure, as he shook his cock once more, letting more cum dribble out. He opened his eyes to see his cum across the back, huge globs of it across the small of Ross’s back. His body shook as he was panting, not yet finished.

    His hands ached but they had enough strength to reach down to grasp at Ross’s hips. He managed to flip him over, so Ross now stared up at him. His own hair lay limp over his forehead as he continued to pant. He looked into the young man’s face as he reached out with one hand, to grab hold of Ross’s cock.

    He wrapped his fingers around it tightly, and leaned back down, his head quickly covering the cock. Ross cried out as he felt Bill’s mouth close over his throbbing cock. His body shook and he felt his hips push upwards, driving his cock further into Bill’s mouth. He cried out, and Bill’s hold seemed to tighten even more.

    Ross shook, his whole body quivered as his balls slung up, his cock pushed in deeper to Bill’s throat, and his cum exploded outwards. Bill gagged, and swallowed, then gagged again as more hot milk flooded his mouth. Cum was dripping out from the corners of his mouth, then from his lips as he gagged a third time. So much cum was filling his mouth that he was having trouble swallowing it all, but he tried. He held tightly to the cock, his hand holding the shaft, as he swallowed faster.

    Gradually he felt the cock softening as he let it free from his mouth. It dropped out and he felt Ross’s hand on his head. He glanced up the still trembling body to see Ross’s eyes glistening and his face beaming in a huge grin. His hand was slowly stroking Bill’s head, as Bill simply lay there, exhausted and drained.

    Ross was still stroking his head, when he spoke.

    ‘I am glad I told Grant.’

    Bill looked up, a slight moan escaping his lips as he felt his cock stirring again.

    ‘So am I… so am I’

    Bill pushed himself upright, and leaned back against the wall. He stared for several minutes at Ross, then grinned at him as he spoke.

    ‘I think we will be late in getting back.’

    Ross merely grinned at him, as he said: ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’


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  • Under a Spell

    He couldn’t help himself. He had tried but there was no denying that he was obsessed by 19 year old Jimmy. Twenty plus years difference in age and Matt didn’t give a damn. He lived, breathed, and thought about nothing else but Jimmy, his youthful face, those dreamy eyes that always glistened when they talked, that slender body that didn’t have an ounce of fat on it. It all haunted him day and night. It didn’t matter what he was doing, Jimmy was always lurking in the back of his mind. The way he walked, how his butt would fill the jeans perfectly, showing off their firmness. How he talked, with a lilt to his voice as well as a hint of devil may care. He always seemed to be excited, out of breath almost. It was intoxicating to be around him, as he found himself becoming short of breath, becoming excited, and not just in thought. His body would ache whenever Jimmy was around, which seemed to be always. It didn’t matter what time he started work, Jimmy would find him within minutes of Matt clocking in. At first it was sweet, but after two weeks it was becoming more than just an infatuation. He actually would feel disappointed if he didn’t see Jimmy within the first five minutes. It got to the point where he would actually go look for him, before even clocking in. Some would call it puppy love, but not Matt. He rarely chased a twink like Jimmy. Oh, he liked them that way, but he wasn’t the chasing type, in fact he preferred to be chased. It made for more fun, when he would cave in, and take them home for the night or weekend. A few had even lasted longer, some a month, a few several months, but bottom line was he never got attached, not like he was with Jimmy. Worse, he hadn’t even done anything with him, but it was a thought that was beginning to consume his conscious thoughts. Matt could hold his own in the looks department. He was 6 foot and weighed in at 165 pounds. Not too shabby for a guy in his early forties, and no one ever guessed he was that old. Most, when pressed, would guess he was still in his late twenties or very early thirties. Still, around Jimmy he was self conscious. He wondered about the bags under his eyes, the lines across his forehead, the little beer belly he had. It was like being 18 all over again, being attracted to his first guy. He was no virgin now, but he sure as hell felt like one when around Jimmy. There was just something about him that had breaking out in a cold sweat each time he left. His heart would ache, his eyes mist even, when he would watch him walk away, and yet despite all that he couldn’t bring himself to ask him out. Not like he was ever at a loss for words either, least with anyone previously. With Jimmy he found himself stuttering, wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, but he kept telling himself, this would be the time. Yet it never was, so far. Matt knew he couldn’t go on this way, that he had to find out. Was Jimmy just one of those teases, or was he really interested in him? It was killing him not knowing for sure, but he was also afraid to find out. Jimmy was everything he wanted. He worked hard, enjoyed his work, and seemed to also have more on his mind than the party scene. Course he didn’t know for sure even if the guy was into guys, though the way he looked at Matt did sort of tell him he had to be. However, that just might be wishful thinking, yet each day he would head to work, he swore he’d find out. So far, his nerve had failed him. He was smart enough to know that it was unlikely that someone like Jimmy would be interested in someone like him, yet in his mind he hoped. There was nothing to base it on, in the cold stark reality of self examination, but he dreamed of it. It was making his nights pure hell too, because he would toss and turn thinking about Jimmy, dreaming of his warm body laying next to his. He would dream of him panting, after a night on his stomach, pounding those firm butt cheeks with his cock. Then it would all turn, and those dreams turned into nightmares, where Jimmy would be laughing at him, pointing at him and in between guffaws, would be taunting him with old man comments, or worse. It made him wake up, and he couldn’t shake them either. They were becoming more intense, and it was taking him time to fall back asleep. His need for Jimmy was becoming too consuming, yet he couldn’t bring himself to talk to him, to find out one way or the other. The ringing of his Cel startled him. He had been lost in thought about Jimmy again, and as he flipped open the phone, he didn’t recognize the calling number. Still, he answered, not thinking and was surprised to hear the lilting voice, that haunted his dreams. It told him to not say anything, to listen and in a rush, the young voice asked him when he was going to ask him out. He rushed on, speaking without giving Matt a chance to speak, telling him how it was killing him, and he needed to know, but couldn’t face him, which is why he was calling. He needed to know, and if Matt wasn’t interested, he’d understand. There was a catch to his voice at that point, that made Matt’s heart skip a beat. ‘I am 42’ ‘I am 19, so?’ ‘You sure this is what you want?’ Matt could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, as he waited for the answer. His whole body seemed to tense up, but in his crotch he felt the raw passion of his own desire welling up. He shifted his stance, reached down with his free hand to adjust his growing hard on. A chuckle came across the phone as he heard his answer. ‘Now I am, after seeing you are.’ Turning around, he saw Jimmy standing in the doorway. He had his own phone to his ear, but his eyes were staring at Matt’s crotch. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes either, as they were filled with desire, with lust. He even licked his lips as he slowly brought his eyes up from staring at Matt’s crotch. They were filled with a shimmering light that only made the ache in his crotch worse. He felt his shorts rise up, as he closed his phone to stare at Jimmy. He let his eyes widen as he stared at the young man. He could see his chest heaving a bit, and as he let his eyes move down the lanky young body, he could see the tell tale bulge in the front of his pants. Matt could imagine what was behind that bulge, as he looked back up, seeing the eyes still looking at him. ‘When did you plan to uh, have this date?’ ‘Now’ ‘Now? You don’t give a guy much time to plan anything.’ ‘I don’t want you to change your mind. I have signed out, and you are supposed to be off too, so why wait? Or do you not want to go out?’ ‘You thought of everything, yeah, I want to go out, where did you have in mind?’ Matt watched as Jimmy’s face broke into a small wicked little smile. His eyes zeroed in on Matt’s crotch, then up to his face as he replied. ‘My place, the family left this morning for the Cabin, I have the whole place to myself, until Tuesday. That enough time?’ He swallowed, taken aback. There was no doubt what was on Jimmy’s mind as he grinned at him. His body was shaking as he nodded, not sure what he was letting himself in for. Signing out was a blur, though he was certain that his boss had a wicked grin on his face as he told them to have a good weekend. The drive to Jimmy’s place was a blank. All he could think of was how hot the young man looked, how much of a hurry he was in as they had driven the few miles to Jimmy’s home. He had done nothing but think about what was ahead. He had a few condoms in his pants, being always prepared, but was Jimmy really into that? Would he suddenly be like in his nightmares, and break out laughing at the old man who wanted a young buck like Jimmy? Hell could he, an old fart, satisfy someone like Jimmy? The thoughts swirled around as he found himself not just in Jimmy’s home, but upstairs, standing at the entrance to the young man’s bedroom. There was a double bed, and off to one side a desk with a computer on it. The little stereo was quickly turned on, and as he glanced back to the bed, he saw that Jimmy was not wasting any time. He had his shirt off already and his golden flesh was suddenly filling his eyes. He felt his mouth go dry, as he stared at the young naked chest. No hairs showed, but the two purple colored nipples were firm and erect as Jimmy stood facing him. His eyes were filled with lust, and he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming totally aroused by the young man, who kept looking straight at him. He saw the hands reach down, to unbutton the pants, then zip them down. Slowly he bent forward, to pull the pants off his body then straightened up, to let Matt take it all in. He groaned softly to himself as he let his eyes take it all in. Jimmy had long legs, and they were well proportioned, but it was the thin pale blue shorts that grabbed his focus. They were fully tented. Something huge seemed to be poking outwards, right at him. He gulped as he saw the hands moving up, the fingers reaching inside the waistband, and moving along inside the shorts, taking hold. Matt knew that soon he’d see what was tenting the shorts, that was making his own cock throb and ache inside his pants. No more thinking, as he felt his own hands undoing his shirt buttons, then pulling the shirt off his shoulders. He felt the thin material slide down his back and drop to the floor, as he stepped further into Jimmy’s bedroom. His eyes were glued to Jimmy’s body, noticing how the chest was heaving, how the eyes were shimmering with excitement as he reached down, to unbutton his own pants. Matt saw the smile on Jimmy’s face grow wider, as he quickly dropped his pants, stepping out of them. His own shorts were just as tented and he noticed how Jimmy’s eyes seemed to widen, as they stared directly at his crotch. His own face was smiling as Jimmy looked up and then moved over to the bed. He lay down on it, his head propped up. His legs spread apart, and Matt could see the small tuft of hair on the inside of each thigh that beckoned to him. Moving in, he came to the foot of the bed. His eyes fixed on the rather large feet, and then moved up the hairless legs. He saw them spread apart, even wider, as his eyes made their way up, to where now Jimmy’s covered crotch filled his vision. He swallowed and licked his lips, as he stared at the throbbing cock being held by the thin pale blue shorts. Then he let his eyes move up, to see the chest heaving a little, then up to where he could stare at Jimmy’s face. The eyes were glistening, peering into his own. They widened, as he pushed his shorts down, to expose his fully erect cock. Matt saw how excited the eyes seemed to get, as he stepped slowly forward, then bend as his body got onto the bed. His knees were firmly at the foot of the bed, as Mat leaned forward. His body was between Jimmy’s opened legs, and he felt the warmth of his body as he leaned forward, his hands now firmly planted on either side of Jimmy’s body. His head was above Jimmy’s and their eyes locked as he stood there, shaking slightly, taking it all in. He could see the desire, feel it actually as if it was something real, something you could touch. His body shuddered a little, as did Jimmy’s. He let his head lower, felt his eyes closing as he grew closer. The touch of his lips against Jimmy’s own thin lips made him moan softly, while making his whole body quiver. His legs shook, his heart began to race, as he pressed down, tasting the young man. He felt the lips beneath his open slightly and soon he was driving his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. He licked deep inside, then pressed his lips harder onto the willing mouth. With each lick of his tongue, he felt his body sinking further down. His legs were touching Jimmy’s upper legs, feeling the heat as his stomach now touched Jimmy’s own flat washboard tummy. He felt himself shake, along with Jimmy. Their two bodies were quivering as more and more of their flesh touched. The heat was like glue, as their skin touched, bonding together. His cock was wedged up and pushed up against Jimmy’s belly. Matt felt Jimmy’s covered penis dig into his own body as he let one hand start to caress the young man’s body. Slowly he let it moved down the shaking body, as he held his kiss. He could feel the wetness around the tip of the cock, as his hand moved down, and rested lightly on Jimmy’s hip. The press of his cock into his own body was making him sweat, as he let his mouth begin to roam across the face. He kissed Jimmy on the chin, the nose, and even bit his lower lip, tasting it. Jimmy was doing the same, as they both began to let their lust take hold. Matt couldn’t believe how intense it was all feeling. In some ways, it was like this was it, there would be no second time. His whole body was tense, as he moved around on top of the young man, who squirmed just as much underneath him. Their hands were flying, their mouths moving over each other’s bodies tasting and licking where they could. His one hand managed to push at Jimmy’s shorts, with help from Jimmy. He felt the shorts push down, felt the hard cock come free and slide up into his own thigh. He groaned loudly as he felt the hard cock wedge between his thigh and groin. Matt felt the oozing precum as it slid down his thigh. His own cock was also oozing and Jimmy was actually panting in between his own whimpers and moans. His body was tense, the muscles coiled up inside as they both continued to grab at each other. It was like a feeding frenzy in a pond, the way they kissed, licked, and even nibbled at each other. The taste of the boy’s flesh was salty and yet different. He cried out as Jimmy’s hand reached down and grabbed hold of his penis. His body jerked at the touch, and he had to reciprocate. He struggled but managed to reach under his own shaking body to touch the shaft, just under Jimmy’s cock head. His fingers stretched out and one ran slightly down the throbbing pole. He could feel the blood rushing around the cock, and cried out as the heat between them grew. His whole body seemed to have sprung a leak, as sweat poured from everywhere. From his forehead, from his arms, legs, stomach. Never had felt this way before, as he felt Jimmy’s hands reach up and start to push him down the young man’s body. They were firmly placed on his shoulders and he obliged, as his face kept touching and kissing the passing body. Matt bit at one nipple, heard Jimmy cry out in pleasure, then it was gone, as he was pushed further down. The young man was struggling, then he felt one leg kick out, then kick again and one more time. He knew that the underwear was now gone as the legs were suddenly raised on either side of his slithering body. He could feel the heart beating, the chest rising and lowering quickly. His own body was trembling with excitement as Jimmy continued to push him down, and he didn’t resist. He felt his legs dangling off the foot of the bed. He could smell that scent, that man scent that he loved. This was even more powerful than he had ever smelt. It was swirling around his nostrils, as he breathed it in deeply. It made his whole body tremble even more as it grew stronger in his nostrils. The hands on his shoulders grew firmer, the fingers digging deep into his flesh, making him wince. The smell was overpowering, the feelings racing up and down his spine as his lips felt the wiry bushy pubic hairs. They tickled his nose, as he licked and kissed the soft belly. He heard the moans, heard the incessant ‘oh yes, yes’ that came from above his own head. Jimmy’s legs were raised, He felt them on either side of his head, as he opened his eyes to stare at the glistening young flesh underneath. His eyes opened wider as he stared at the hard pole that now stuck upwards, grazing his chin. It stood there, throbbing, glistening with precum as he licked his lips, then glanced upwards. He saw Jimmy’s head lifted up off the bed, staring down at him. The eyes were totally glazed over and he looked back down at the cock before his mouth. His body shuddered, then he let himself go. No more thinking, no more wondering. His body and his lust took over. He felt his eyes close, then felt the taste of precum on his lips, then in his mouth as he wrapped the lips around the throbbing cock. It was suddenly thrust hard and deep into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Jimmy’s own lust took over as well, and in that moment he felt the cock slide into his throat, gagging him. Coughing, he struggled to hold onto the throbbing pole, to not let his body fail him as the cock was thrust hard into his mouth. Jimmy’s hands were now on his head, pushing and pulling, urging him to suck him harder, suck him faster. He obliged, his own body not failing as his throat opened wider, his muscles relaxing enough for him to take the cock deep. His tongue was flattened but would flick up when it could. Each time it did, Jimmy moaned louder, the hands tightened and the fingers wrapped around his hair. He felt them being pulled, felt the intense desire building. He sucked hard on the cock, keeping his lips wrapped tightly around the burning flesh of the cock as it went in and out of his mouth. Matt had his hands firmly on Jimmy’s bucking body, around his hips. His own fingers as deeply dug in as Jimmy’s seemed to be. He cried out, muffled by the throbbing pole, and then he moved his hands to dig deep into the sweaty butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the flesh at the centre, pulling them apart as his hands would press upwards, driving the young man’s groin up and into his mouth harder. Jimmy was squirming, his body shaking as he flung himself up. His cock driving into Matt’s willing mouth. It didn’t take long, before he was gasping for air, as his cock drove deeper with each thrust. The feel of the hands on the cheeks made him moan, and a strange gurgling sound came back from Matt. Matt felt the balls slinging upwards. He could sense it, and he pulled up hard with both his hands. His fingers dug into the soft flesh deeper, and he thrust his head down to meet the upwards moving crotch. The throbbing cock was send diving deep into his throat, he felt it jerk, felt his shake and tremble, then suddenly rear back. His throat was ready, just, as the Jimmy couldn’t hold back any longer. The loud cry echoed in the room, drowning everything out. Even the thundering of his heart was muted by the cry as the young man shuddered. Matt felt the cheeks shake, felt the whole body quiver as a heavy thick stream of cum began to fill his entire throat. It was thick and tasted like salty milk. It filled his throat, his mouth and some even dribbled out from the corner’s of his lips before he could swallow. Just as he felt it slide down his throat, the cock in his mouth jerked again, and he knew more was coming out, filling what little he had managed to swallow. His fingers dug deep into the warm wet flesh of the Jimmy’s cheeks, as he swallowed again, again, and even again. He could feel the pubic hairs under his nostrils, as he breathed in deeply, swallowing all of the heavy thick cum that filled his throat and mouth. As the body gave one last spasm, Matt let his hands move from underneath Jimmy’s buttock. He felt the cock draw out of his mouth, coated in its own cum as the bed shook. He was panting as he leaned back on his own haunches, to gaze at the softening cock that dangled in front of him. Licking his lips, tasting the cum that had dribbled out he slowly let his eyes move up the still shaking body until he found Jimmy’s face. The eyes were still glazed over, the chest heaving from the bodies exertion. Their eyes locked and Matt knew that it wasn’t over with yet. The look in Jimmy’s eyes were like staring into the centre of a hot burning fire. The blues and reds were mixed with white as the eyes seemed to just smoulder. He felt like the lust had not been satisfied one bit, but had instead, increased. He felt himself shiver as he looked into Jimmy’s face, seeing the desire and then he stared downwards, noticing that Jimmy’s spent cock was thickening again, already. His eyes moved back up to look at Jimmy, and he saw him grin. His white teeth gleaming as he lifted up one arm, and leaned over towards the night stand. Matt followed his arm, as it reached across to push a book away, and reveal a strip of condom packages. Matt grinned as he watched Jimmy pick up the strip and toss them over towards Matt. As he did, Matt noticed the book, and its title. It made him pause, as he read the title ‘Incantations of the Ancients‘. Jimmy’s eyes seemed to be calling him, and he turned away from the old battered book, picking up the strip of condoms. He could feel the lust, once more taking hold, as he ripped a condom open. There was nothing he wanted more, than to feel himself enter Jimmy’s young body.


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  • Heavenly Hole

    Glen who was only 18 years old was in a hurry as he walked up Third Street in Mendiola Consortium on his way to his dorm after his workout. It was cold and the December wind cut through his skin making his whole body shiver, but not only was he cold, he was also uncomfortable because of the big hard on that was straining against his jeans. ‘Shit, ‘ he thought, ‘haven’t cum yet today!’ Glen, it seemed like, was always hard! His whole family was highly sexed, from his older brother, Paul, who had just about fucked every girl in the their province which is in Cebu, to his own father who fucked his mom at least three nights a week even after twenty five years of marriage, so for Glen who was a closet teen gay it was either have sex with a partner or jerk his big cock off at least once a day!

    As he approached Seventh Street., he noticed that a new adult bookstore had just opened for business, and with nothing else pressing to do, he decided to check it out. There was a sign inside that pointed to a back room that said ‘LIVE DANCERS’ so Glen walked into the back room and entered a booth and closed the door behind him. He put five five peso coin worth into the slot and the screen covering the glass slid up out of the way revealing two young men dancing to the beat of the music that was coming from two big speakers in the corners. Both were entirely naked and shimmering with sweat! They obviously were workout fanatics as they both had perfectly muscled bodies and both sported large thick erections! Moving from booth to booth, they encouraged the men behind the glass screens to slide tips through slots that led to the dance floor where the boys could dig up their money. As one of the boys stopped in front of Glen’s booth he slid one hundred pesos through the opening to the waiting young stud, and for this, Glen was treated to a private little show that included some masturbation. By this time Glen had pulled out his own harden cock and was giving it some nice even strokes as he watched the show.

    While Glen jerk his dick with more passion, he suddenly heard a tap on the left side wall of his booth, and after looking down, to his utter amazement was a hard cock sticking in through a hole that had been cut about crotch high! Now caught up in a high sexual tension, Glen dropped to his knees and took the erect member into his mouth and began sucking like a baby on a nipple. The head was smooth and slick with his saliva and Glen licked the gorgeous shaft from top to bottom, until several minutes later Glen heard a groan coming from the next stall that was quickly followed by his mouth being jetted with thick spurts of hot cum! Swallowing every drop, Glen licked and sucked the head clean and gave it one last loving suck before it was pulled from his mouth and disappeared into the hole in the wall.

    In its place Glen could just make out part of the face of another person on the other side the hole, so after jumping to his feet, he stuck his own pecker through the small opening, and within a second, the head of his dick was being licked and sucked by a total stranger! Who ever was doing the sucking sure knew how to do it, because Glen couldn’t remember ever having such a good suck off! He felt his nut sack tighten as he raced towards his orgasm and while looking out the window of his booth and saw the two boys who had been dancing a few minutes ago, now down of the floor doing 69! It was too much for Glen to take and he blew his load deep into the throat of his anonymous cocksucker, while the two boys putting on the show were also in the process of Cumming all over each others faces. There was hot gay cum everywhere! Glen’s cocksucker was now gently licking his meat clean with soft velvety kisses, but unwillingly he pulled his dick back and stuck back into his pants. As he left the booth he bumped into another man as they left the back room making Glen wonder if he was his unknown suck mate!!! He gave the older man a little longer look than he normally would have, and as a small smile spread across the man’s face and Glen immediately knew that this was the man who had just made his pecker explode in ecstasy! Taking a chance, Glen extended his hand and introduced himself; the stranger grasped it firmly and said, ‘My name is Mark, what can I do for you?’ Josh looked around the dark room and found a little cubby hole off behind the change machine and ordered, ‘Follow me, I have a plan!!!’


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  • Virgin Jitters

    He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn’t imagining it, he was actually trembling which really wasn’t a surprise. Keith had been here before, well in this situation. Out in the other room was Taylor, waiting. As Keith stared at his trembling reflection, he felt sick. His stomach was doing flip flops as he tried to contain his emotions. He liked Taylor, one reason why he was waiting in the other room, his bedroom.

    Still here he was, acting like some stupid ten year old. It wasn’t that he wasn’t horny, his cock was rigid as hell despite the queasy stomach and the pounding in his chest. His nipples were erect, his mouth dry, and there was sweat around the eyebrows too. It was just that he had never gone this far, each time he had found a way to back out, or simply run away.

    Taylor was not just a friend, but fucking hot too. He had all the features that made Keith horny, and also gave him some hot thoughts when he would jerk off alone. That was the story of his young life. Even now, at eighteen, he had yet to touch another man’s cock, to feel it with his fingers, never mind taste it. Hell, the idea of taking it up his ass, was well, frightening. Every time he watched some porn video, he would squirm when they would show some cock pushing into some small tight pink hole. He knew it would hurt, that he would be screaming for whoever to stop.

    This was his fourth or fifth attempt at taking himself off the list of virgins. Until his eighteenth birthday nearly a year ago, he hadn’t a clue about sex, and he supposed that came from simply being too scared of it. All his friends, talked constantly about their conquests. Course most talked about the girls they had made it with, but he wondered how much was true, how much ego building?

    That was Keith’s problem. He thought too much, and while he wasn’t exactly a geek or nerd, his circle of friends wasn’t huge either. It was still a bit of a mystery to him how he and Taylor had even hooked up as friends. After all, Taylor was popular in the entire school. He was a jock, which certainly helped, but he was also a looker. The girls would drool each time he walked by in his tight fitting jeans, his upper body nicely showing in those stretch shirts he wore. They were like a second skin, the way they fit so tightly. Not an ounce of body fat on him, just lots of rippling muscles.

    A sort of dirty blond hair, frosted or streaked. Not like he really knew the technical terms of it. Still it was long enough to raise eyebrows from some school officials, but not long enough for them to really do much. The girls all loved it, as did he. Taylor had piercing eyes, and his nose was a bit hooked and bent, but that was from being broken in some sporting event. He never did find out the details, but it suited him. It wasn’t ugly or mashed in like some, and when he was out of breathe, the way those nostrils would flare were rather exciting.

    Keith still couldn’t figure it out. Hell, all he knew was that in his bedroom right now was the most desirable stud in High School. The girls would die to be able to see what he was about to see, if he ever got the nerve to go into his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe that he hadn’t stayed, to watch Taylor get totally undressed. Instead he had made some lame ass excuse to come in here to strip, missing on Taylor’s strip tease.

    Talk about stupid, because least then he’d have maybe gotten over his fear. It wasn’t that he was scared of being found out. That was over long before Taylor went into his bedroom. The shock of finding out that Taylor was into guys, and more shocking, into him had nearly made him faint. To have a guy like Taylor want him, made some of his fear go away, but here he was, questioning it all again.

    Why the fuck couldn’t he just accept his good fortune? It was a question he had asked before, and then, the answer had made him run away or push away those who had seemed likely candidates for his deflowering. He liked using fancy terms like that, it sort of made him feel calm. The one thing he hated, was to think that he was just some sex animal, looking for cheap sex. He was also a romantic, which is one more reason he couldn’t believe he was in the bathroom, naked and trembling. Taylor had done it all the right way, the romantic way. So why was he so scared?

    He shook his head, stared at his reflection and waited for his idiot mind to give him an answer. It wasn’t that he was ugly, or fat or too thin even. In all honesty he didn’t look that bad, even naked. His legs weren’t like sticks, and his arms had some muscle to them. His body was lean, a little bit of baby fat still there, despite his age. His face was lean, the eyes dark and his hair wasn’t too short either. There wasn’t a ton of zits, or pot marks either, so why the fuck did he feel like he wasn’t good enough to get laid?

    Looking at his crotch, he couldn’t help but see the rigid lines of his veins around his cock. It was hard, as it should be, because just outside that fucking closed door, was a naked stud named Taylor. He always had dreamed of him, had even whacked off to fantasies of him and Taylor, so why couldn’t he just suck it up, and go out there? No fantasies, no imagined moments, just all real. And it was as he had dreamed of, of having Taylor pursue him, come to him, and yes, romance him.

    Tonight hadn’t even been planned. Taylor had just showed up, a pizza box in one hand, a bunch of flowers in the other hand. He had two DVDs on top of the pizza box, and had simply walked in when Keith had opened the door. It was like out of some movie, the way they had eaten the pizza sitting together on the chesterfield.

    Their conversation had been about school, about the upcoming graduation ceremony and how they were looking forward to college. Taylor even talked about how it would be scary, to be leaving home, but how it would be fun to meet new friends. It was the normal chat of friends, and he had been feeling relaxed, enjoying the unexpected company on a Friday evening. The flowers had been a mystery, until they finished the pizza and the first DVD had begun.

    His mouth had dropped open as he saw the title flash across the screen, realizing it was a porn flick, and gay at that. He didn’t know until that moment that Taylor had known he was gay, but as he tried to act unconcerned, he had felt Taylor’s hand on his knee, and he had to turn to face him. That was when Taylor gave him the flowers. They were beautiful actually and like a typical Queen, he had rushed to put them in water.

    It was in the kitchen, while he was filling up a vase, that it all came out in the open. He found out how Taylor had always been attracted to him, and the way he had told Keith about it, was romantic, and exciting. It felt strange to be told how someone liked you, how they tried to find ways to be alone with you. He had never really guessed before, which made it all the more exciting for him. Still, it was scary too, but nothing to how frightened he felt when they sat to watch the video.

    The first scene was showing, when Taylor moved closer to him, began to touch him, and just get closer. A dime couldn’t slip through the places where their bodies touched, Taylor was that close. It was odd, at how he began to quicken his breathing, afraid to move, yet enjoying the close contact. The way Taylor just seemed to slowly melt into him, to become part of his whole body. He swore to himself that he could actually hear Taylor’s heart beating, hear every single beat as they sat there, watching some Bel Ami studs going at it.

    Somehow or other, he had found himself being kissed, fondled even. It was an amazing feeling, one that made him break out into a cold sweat. He was squirming while Taylor touched him, felt his cock even. That wasn’t a first for him, but this was definitely the most exhilarating feeling he ever had when someone groped at him. He was breathing hard, and somehow his shirt had been opened. Keith had felt the hands moving up and down his chest, touching and caressing his skin. The way the fingers would move around his nipples, teasing them and then pinching them.

    Taylor was certainly no virgin. He knew how to make him feel weak at the knees. Before he even knew it, they were in his bedroom. Taylor was already taking his shirt off, smiling at Keith in a way that made him want to cum right then and there. It was an amazing feeling, to have those eyes staring at him, so full of desire, lust even. Yet when he pulled the condoms out, placing them on his nightstand, it all suddenly changed. His fear took hold, and he felt himself going into a panic.

    He had never gone that far, never even really done much that some petting, and that was fully dressed. The notion of his hands, rubbing Taylor’s body, of caressing him made him shake as he made some excuse, rushing into the bathroom while Taylor continued to undress. He had said something that sounded like don’t be long, that only made him pant once he got inside his bathroom.

    The fear was taking hold. He didn’t know how to move, to go out and do what he had been desiring for years. He had the perfect partner, the ideal person to take him for the first time, and he was standing like an idiot in front of mirror, shaking. His mind was confused, his body ready and his heart was threatening to break out of his chest, and all he could think of, was how to hide in the bathroom. It was insane, but he couldn’t move from his spot, which is why he didn’t hear the door open.

    The draft made him shake even more, and he suddenly felt the hairs on his arms standing up. He knew, without looking, that Taylor was there, that he was looking at him from the doorway. He wanted to look, but couldn’t. He was too busy holding onto the sink, trying to not let Taylor see his body trembling. The silence was killing him, and his mind was no help. All he could do was glance up to the mirror, to stare at his chalk white face, to look at his fear as it surrounded him.

    Then he saw the arm, saw the other reflection as the body moved slowly into the room, and moved to stand behind him. He saw the frost streaked blond hair, nestled around the neck. The strands looking perfect, the eyes twinkling as Taylor continued to slowly walk in. He didn’t say a word, and Keith couldn’t. His lips were trembling worse than his body, as he tried to keep them together.

    He jumped as Taylor laid one hand on his shoulder, and moved to stand behind him. The touch was electrifying, making him tremble even more. The rested lightly on his shoulder, then slowly moved along the arm, and then underneath it. It moved down his shaking side, making him twitch a little. Then he watched in awe, as Taylor stood right behind him. He felt his body heat, felt his flesh as it slowly touched his.

    The hand now moved down further, to his thigh as he watched Taylor peer over at him, then lower his head and lean forward. The press of Taylor’s lips on the back of his neck only added to his shaking. His nerves were coiled and on edge, as he felt the light kiss that grew harder with each one. Taylor now reached around with his other arm, and circled Keith’s waist. He held him tight, as he kissed the neck and then near the shoulder. Keith was panting, his breathing making his lungs ache. He still couldn’t move, as Taylor moved his other arm to meet his first. He held Keith tightly, bringing his body back into his own.

    Keith felt the hard press of Taylor’s cock against the back of his leg, then felt it slide between his legs, and under his shuddering buttocks. His body was a mass of quivers, as Taylor continued to kiss him, to lick even at his neck. He felt the tongue under his ear, felt it lick at the lobe, then around it and on top. He felt his body sinking backwards, as Taylor licked inside his ear. He felt the rush of air or was it his heat thundering? He couldn’t stop shaking as Taylor just kissed him, and held him tightly.

    The aches in his groin was unbelievable. He felt his cock grow even stiffer, as Taylor’s hands moved down his stomach. Still holding him, still pulling him lightly back, he felt the fingers spread out, and caress his stomach. Then they were at his belly, rubbing him and the kissing on his neck, under his ear, was more intense.

    He moaned, as he felt the hard press under his buttocks. The press of Taylor’s knees into the back of his own legs, his stomach pressing hard up against his back. For a minute he thought he felt the muscles rippling as his back leaned further into the rigid stomach. His breath was ragged, his heart was beating wildly as he felt the hands moving down, and he realized that Taylor was about to touch him. The first hand to ever touch his naked cock, and his whole body shook.

    The excitement was unbelievable. One second it felt like nirvana, the next like hell. Every muscle was taut, every nerve was waiting as the fingers slowly drove down, touching his pubic hairs, twirling them and running across them. The finger tips dug in lightly, making his buttocks shoot backwards, making Taylor’s cock slide further forward. He heard himself whimpering, heard his own voice muttering, as Taylor held him tight now. The kisses were hard and urgent as the fingers reached down, and the tip of one brushed against the root of his cock.

    Keith cried out, feeling the desire inside of him, feeling his body shudder. He was lost, confused as Taylor pressed his own body into Keith’s. He could feel his passion, feel it in how his fingers ran lightly across the hard cock. His moans were loud now as he felt the hands suddenly leave his groin, and reach up to grip his shoulders. He was quickly turned around, so he faced Taylor. Before he could speak, his lips were being pressed up against Taylor’s. His mouth opened, and the tongue was digging deep inside, licking at the roof of his mouth. The hands were once more moving up and down his side, occasionally moving across to touch at his throbbing pole. His body continued to quake, as he felt the hands at his hips. They quickly grasped his hips, wrapped tightly and in an instant he felt his body being lifted up and his tushies was now lifted above the sink cabinet.

    With one effortless motion, Taylor had lifted him up off his feet, and sat him down on the sink cabinet. He stared at the man before him, who smiled at him, and kissed him hard several times on the lips. Then it all changed.

    Taylor began to kiss under Keith’s chin. He had just moved in closer, and Keith felt his cock rub up against Taylor’s belly. It made him groan, and he knew that his precum was oozing out. He couldn’t stop it, nor did he want to as he felt the waves of pleasure coming from everywhere. His whole body was still trembling, but not as noticeably, as Taylor kissed his neck, then licked at the hollow underneath. He felt the tongue as it slid down, licking the few chest hairs he had in the hollow of his chest. His lungs were aching, and he could hear the heavy panting sounds of his own desire, as Taylor seemed to just keep on licking him.

    He felt the tongue flick at one nipple, then another. He felt the teeth graze the tip of one nipple, then suddenly bite down on the surrounding flesh, and pull up. He cried out, yelped really, but felt himself shaking with excitement. It hurt and yet it didn’t, as Taylor continued to suck on his nipple. The sounds were amazing, as his whole body was stiffening. No more shakes, no more wild trembles, as he felt his balls growing and getting ready. It was like when he jerked himself, only more intense. The feelings were all a thousand times more intense, more vibrant, as he felt the head under his chin.

    Moving slowly at first, Taylor had licked both nipples, now he was sliding his head down, his hands up near the shoulders, rubbing and caressing the warm flesh. His head moved down and Keith felt Taylor’s hot breath on his crotch, felt it blow across his throbbing cock. He felt his muscles tensing even more, felt his nerves tingling in ways he didn’t understand. His legs were growing numb, as he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

    Keith knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. Every fibre inside was screaming at him, urging him to shoot, to release the pressure that was building up inside. Taylor must have sensed it, or maybe it was his experience, but his head was now licking at his belly, then at the insides of his thighs. He felt his nose as he licked at the inside thigh. The nostrils were flaring, and he could feel each snort of air that was exhaled. He felt his body shake, as his cock would push past those lean cheeks.

    When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he felt the pressure jump ten fold inside of his heart and lungs. He felt the press of lips on the head of his dripping cock . At the same time he felt the sudden pressure of Taylor’s hand around the base of the cock. He groaned, his head leaned backwards, as the lips began to move down his shaft.

    Every vein along his cock was throbbing. He swore he could feel it, as the blood rushed back and forth. His cock ached, its skin stretched taut by his desire and his erection. His balls were slung upwards, as he felt Taylor’s lips sliding down and down his whole cock. He couldn’t believe the feelings inside, the way it made his heart skip several beats, then pound faster inside his chest. He ached all over, as he heard himself snort, his lungs desperate for oxygen.

    The moans and groans were not just his. He could hear Taylor’s own vocal sounds. He felt the fingers tighten around his cock, as he let himself lean back. His own hands gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly, as his whole body shuddered, then grew very rigid. He felt Taylor’s body shiver a little, then he felt the mouth going faster over his cock. He felt the tongue underneath, felt the saliva inside of Taylor’s mouth, as his cock was swallowed hole. Every inch was buried inside of Taylor’s mouth, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. The pain was too intense, as he felt himself exploding.

    Keith felt his balls suddenly release their precious milk. He felt his cock head rear back as he heard his voice yelling, exclaiming that he was cumming. He cried out, felt the echoes bounce off the walls of the bathroom, as his cock head flew forwards. He felt the pressure tighten, felt the muscles at the back of Taylor’s throat expand, and in that millisecond, he felt his body rock and quiver as the first thick load of cum came flying out of his cock.

    He heard the low moan, the sound of liquid being swallowed. He felt like the room was spinning. The ceiling looked like the floor, the walls seemed to be slanted, and there were flashing stars and streaks of light, as he tried to focus. His body was suddenly pitched forward, his cock driven even deeper into Taylor’s mouth, as he came. The lights were amazing, as he sat there, shaking and trembling with each release of his cum.

    Taylor’s mouth was slowly pulling back. Cum was dripping out from the corners of his lips, as he leaned back, letting Keith’s cock slowly come free. The sounds were still reverberating in the small room, as Keith finally opened his eyes to see Taylor leaning backwards. He watched as he slowly lowered himself onto the floor, his back resting against the bathtub. He saw the eyes, saw the desire still burning brightly. He noticed the dried cum around Taylor’s lips, as he too leaned back. His back ached, but so did his ass. It was a different ache and as he looked over at Taylor, he knew that soon he’d no longer be a virgin, in every respect.


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