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I was woken by my father’s soft breathing, punctuated occasionally by a gentle snore. I was lying beside him on his double bed, guessing it was about 6:00am by the look of the lightening sky out of the window. 

It was chilly and I was naked as usual, never having grown used to wearing anything to bed, apart from thick socks now and again when winter threw on a really bad turn. Dad was wearing his pyjama pants and nothing else, another old habit that I could remember from my long-ago childhood. 

He was lying on his side facing me and I propped myself up on one arm to look at him while he slept. I’d arrived back from overseas too late the previous evening for anything other than a tearfully happy hug, before the effects of the long-haul flight caught up with me and I tumbled into his bed. 

He’d prepared the spare room for me, but even half conscious I knew where I wanted to sleep, and he hadn’t objected; that started after mum died, and I think it saved us both. His smell, which I’d so missed, rose from the bedding and wrapped me in its warm embrace, and I was asleep as soon as I shut my eyes.

Now, as he slept in the quiet of the morning I could take him in again after two years away, noting the changes that had taken place over that time. The hair on his chest and stomach turning silver and grey, the slight paunch softening his otherwise still solid build, the full head of hair also silvering in the unkempt riot of dark brown. And then of course his cock, meaty and limp hanging out of the loose pyjama flap, resting on top of his hairy balls which seemed even bigger than I’d remembered; probably hanging lower with age, I mused.

I’d always loved seeing him naked, even as a kid when I’d managed to sneak peaks at him in the shower, or having a piss, or just getting dressed behind the partially closed door of his bedroom. Did he know that I was watching? Probably, but he never let on, and I enjoyed my guilty secret. 

There was something of that thrill now as I watched his stomach expand and contract, his eyelids faintly fluttering in deep sleep as his lovely body lay dormant and still so close beside me. I wanted to touch him but knew that he would wake, and I was not done yet with the moment, so satisfied myself with his soft heat and gentle odour as it washed over me. 

My own cock was hard and I pulled back the sheet in order to feel the cool air on the slippery exposed crown, already leaking clear strands of precum; a family trait. My father shifted position slightly and looking down I could see a glistening pearl of juice appear amongst the folds of his generous foreskin, like a moist flower petal. 

Reaching across I touched (as gently as possible) that small viscous drop, rubbing it between my fingers like velvet before raising it to my nose and rubbing it onto my lips, shooting me back years to the first time I’d tasted my father.

At which point he opened his eyes sleepily and looked directly into mine, a sly grin stealing across his face like sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds. He saw my erect cock and I thought  (hoped) he was going to reach out and hold it, but instead he leant across and tweaked one of my nipples, making my cock dance a merry jig as he squeezed it to a point verging on pain. He chuckled at my intake of breath and then closed his eyes again, sleep overwhelming him as my body tingled with his touch.

His cock, however, had become hard and his foreskin had unfurled to reveal his glistening knob leaking a thick strand of clear precum, pooling on the rumpled sheet between us. I stayed motionless for a while, happy to watch the clear fluid slowly appear, his dick bobbing every now and then as he drifted happily back into sleep.
 
Once his steady breathing told me that he was away, I reached across as gently as possible and caught some of his juice on my fingertip, rubbing it lightly over the swollen piss hole before massaging it with extreme care into that electric spot just below the eye, feeling the taut cord of his frenulum hum beneath my touch. A globule of thick liquid surged from his opening and I thought I heard a slight sigh escape his lips. His eyes remained closed however and I dared to continue.

Massaging that same spot as gently as I could, one finger then two, his cock bobbed and bounced as it responded to my gentle coaxing, his breathing shortening into rapid exhalations as his eyelids fluttered and twitched in subconscious pleasure. 

I could feel his hardness through my fingertips, watching as his crown became swollen, darkening to a deeper purple. The clear juice of his precum slowly thickened and became more opaque as it transformed into semen, flowing in an almost steady stream from his piss-slit, a soft low moan escaping his lips as his gentle orgasm continued.

I pressed my fingers slightly harder against his shaft and could feel the flow of jizz pumping just beneath the skin, like an underground stream. His smell was intoxicating. The rich and loamy scent of his spunk combined with the slightly sharp odour of his body, like being in a damp forest, heady and rich and disorientating. 

His cock gave a couple of short spasms as he spurted the last of his cum onto my stomach, followed by a deep sigh signalling that he was spent. His breathing returned to normal, his eyes remained closed in sleep. I leant across and kissed his lips softly. 

Then, lying down in the cooling pool of my father’s semen, I added my own as I had done so many times in the past.

The Date Making The Decision!

I picked up the receipt holding it in my right hand. I read the text written on the receipt. The note read “I saw him grab your ass. I also saw your erection tenting your jeans so, I know you liked it. I am hoping you like me too. I would love it if you gave me the honor of taking you out on a date. We can go to dinner and a movie. My number is below. I’m free Saturday. My work shift ends at 9 pm. Call me! By the way, I have information on the blond man who grabbed you by the ass. We can talk about him on our date.”

I recalled the name on the clerk’s badge from the store. I remembered his name was Abeer Rayyan.

Walking over to my bed carrying the receipt and my cellphone I took a seat on the edge. Suddenly, memories from the past took over my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen again.

Getting out of my car I grabbed my baseball glove. Closing the door I put on my green baseball cap and headed for the field where the Coach had all of the boys interested in trying out for the high school team gathered. Approaching the pitcher’s mound I saw him. I stopped in my track’s mesmerized by the hunky, tall, lanky guy with a beautiful bronze complexion shirtless standing in the center of the pitcher’s mound. I stood star struck, dreamy eyed in a trance like state staring at him until I was pulled from my hypnotism by the Coach’s voice saying “Hey, Marc. Nice to see you. Come over here and join us.”

The hot bronze boy locked eyes with me for a split second giving me a sexy smile that almost made me cream my baseball pants. Shaking my head clearing my thoughts I took a deep breath and join the circle of boys around the Coach and the hot hunk standing beside him.

The Coach introduced Carlos Rodrigues as the Senior team captain and the star pitcher of the team. He informed us that Carlos was being followed by several Major League teams and with him on our team we had a great chance of winning a state championship this year.

A minute ago a tear streamed down my face from the realization that might not see Blondy again now tears streamed down my face as I struggled with the memories of my past. The complexity of my situation was overwhelming. Lots of questions arose. Was I ready to try this again. Would things turn out the same or was this for real? Should I take another chance? I knew what happened to me three years ago would always be a part of my life. I also knew I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. I took a deep breath and felt a sense of determination growing in my heart. I knew I had to see this through and find out Blondy’s real name.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I thought about Abeer. What did I know about him? I knew he worked at the convenience store as a cashier. I also knew he was sexually attracted to me. Could I trust him? I knew that he wasn’t willing to just offer the information he had about Blondy for nothing because he was already using it to get me to go out with him.

If I call Abeer and accept his date offer for his information what was I going to have to do to get the information out of him?

My reflection spoke saying “Oh come on Dude. You’re not stupid. You know exactly what Abeer is gonna want from you.”

I knew my reflection was right. Abeer made it clear in the store that he wanted to have sex with me. Abeer was gonna want a piece of ass for his information.

Was I going to be able to do what it took with Abeer to get my chance to meet Blondy a boy I knew nothing about other than I loved him?

I heard my reflection laugh then speak “Are you kidding me, Man? Your life is a mess. You don’t know if you want to be in college or not. You have no thoughts about what you want as your major. You have no idea what your career will be in the future and you have no options or plans in mind. You’re as lost as you have ever been in your life right now. The last thing you need is a boy driving you crazy and making it worse and the cherry on top is you are attracted to Abeer!”

I had to admit my reflection was right. Abeer definitely didn’t help my erection situation. His touch actually caused me to get harder. I reacted sexually to his hands on mine. Besides he was naked in my shower fantasy about Blondy.

How would I ever resist his advances on a date knowing I liked him and he had the key to unlocking my chances of finding out Blondy’s real name and hopefully meeting him.

I thought to myself “Damn for someone so smart you were really stupid when it came to Blondy. All you had to do was write down his license plate number then, it would have been easy to get his name, phone number and address. Of course, when his car was in front of me I wasn’t in any kind of position to write down anything with my hand wrapped around my hard cock covered in a layer of my cum.

Taking a deep breath I laid the receipt on the nightstand beside my cellphone. I got up and headed for the kitchen. I needed a snack.

I poured a glass of cold milk. Cut a big slice of Mom’s chocolate cake taking the cake and milk back to my bedroom.

Slipping off my house shoes I got into bed leaning against the headboard. I enjoyed my cake and milk ignoring the receipt blocking out my thoughts of Blondy and Abeer.

Finishing my dessert I picked up my remote turned on the TV and started a video game. I played for about 20 minutes pausing the game. Picking up my cellphone I started to make the call to Abeer when the phone started buzzing and ringing in my hand.

The call was from my best friend Jimmy. I picked up the phone tapped answer call saying “Hello, Jimmy. What’s up Dude?”

He said “I’m bored out of my mind. Can I come over and hang out?”

I replied “Sure, Dude. I’m in my room chilling playing video games. Come join me.”

He said “See you in about 20 minutes.”

Jimmy Davies is my best friend. We met when I started middle school. We attended school together and played on several sports teams during our high school years. Although, we go to the same college our schedules don’t allow us to see much of each other anymore. I last saw Jimmy three months ago.

Twenty-five minutes later I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Jimmy with his poodle curly shaggy dog dirty blond hair and his tall, lanky, skater boy body entered my bedroom with a big smile spread across his face.

He said “Hey, what’s up dude? It’s been a minute since we laid eyes on each other.”

I moved to the edge of the bed and gave Jimmy a fist bump and a shoulder hug. I said “It’s great to see you. I’ve been so busy with course work that I haven’t had a video game night in months. I’m glad you called. C’mon man, get comfortable and lets play!”

I backed up onto the bed leaning against the head board. Jimmy wearing a t-shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers took off his shoes and socks. He climbed into the bed beside me and I handed him a game controller. We went through the list of video games and chose a game where we were a team of a starship captain and his first officer. We traveled the galaxy completing missions going from planet to planet saving the universe. We played having a great time for over two hours when the door opened.

Janie stuck her head inside the room saying “What are you love birds doing?”

I replied “Get out of my room!”

Janie let out a happy giggle saying; “I hate you. Good night big brother!”

I said “She’s such a pest.”

Jimmy said “I’m glad she interrupted us because I gotta take a piss.”

Jimmy looked at me snickered saying “Love birds. Really!”

I said “I’m ready for a snack. How about some cokes, chips and slices of Mom’s tasty chocolate cake?”

He excitedly answered yes then, headed for the bathroom. I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of Coke with ice, grabbed two bags of chips and slices of chocolate cake. When I returned with the snacks Jimmy was back in the bed. He took his snacks from me while I joined him.

We were enjoying our snacks when he said “Listen Dude, I’m having a great time. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?”

I looked at him letting out a boyish giggled saying “Sure. Man, I don’t remember the last time we had a sleepover.”

Jimmy said “It was the summer before we started ninth grade.”

I said “Oh yeah. I remember now. We were both nervous wrecks worried about our first day of high school.”

He reached out with his right hand giving me a playful hard punch and shove on the arm saying “Hurry up, Bro finish your snack. It’s time for some NBA Basketball. I haven’t kick your ass in basketball in a long time, love bird.”

We glanced at each other giggling.

I took one final sip of Coke saying “In your dreams buddy boy, you have never kicked my ass in basketball. That’s my favorite video game.”

We played the game trading wins back and forth until it was almost one o’clock in the morning when I said “It’s getting late. I’m tired. What do you say about calling it a draw and scheduling a re-match date?”

He agreed. We took turns going to the bathroom with Jimmy going first. When I returned from my trip to the bathroom he was in bed lying on his back with his upper torso shirtless. He had his hands folded on his chest with his eyes closed. I turned off the lights and moved to the empty side of the bed. Stripping down to my underwear I got into bed beside him. Lying on my back with my hands across my chest looking up at my bedroom ceiling I heard Jimmy say “I read the note on the receipt. So, when were you gonna tell me, Dude? Ya know that you are gay?”

I looked over at Jimmy seeing him pushing the covers down with his left hand cupping his balls and moving his right hand to his perfect 7 inch rock hard cut perfect boyfriend cock. He gripped his penis and started jacking off!

To Be Continued…

Just kidding. I’m too horny to stop.

Jimmy said; “I can’t believe you. I have lusted after you and that hot ass of yours ever since I saw your sweet butt in your underwear changing into your PE uniform in seventh grade. I have been a loyal friend all these years. I think that at least, deserves some head. Why don’t you suck me off, best friend!”

Jimmy put his hand behind my head an gently pulled my face towards his slender, 7 inch cuck, straight as an arrow, boyfriend cock.

Adjusting my body I placed my right hand on his chest resting the side of my face on his belly. Moving my left hand I placed the palm of my hand on Jimmy’s tightly drawn up nut sack using my fingers and thumb to slightly lift his raging rock hard penis. Kissing the helmet shaped of his cut cock I stuck out my tongue and licked the head like it was my favorite flavor of ice cream cone. I slapped Jimmy’s cock on my tongue a few times then, let the head and shaft slide along my tongue taking the head and two inches of his dick into my mouth.

Three years earlier I experienced the sensation of sucking a hard cock for the first time. I was a sophomore in high school. It was my turn to put away the equipment after our baseball game that evening. When I entered the locker room it was empty. I was certain everyone was gone and Coach had trusted me to lock up. I stripped naked, grabbed my towel and soap. I get into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed turned on the water setting the temperature. After washing off the debris from the baseball game I was reaching for my bottle of soap when the shower curtain opened.

I knew I was gay when I reached my thirteenth birthday and started jacking off thinking about seeing my classmates changing in the locker room for PE class. Although, I understood and accepted I was gay I didn’t tell anyone including my best friend, Jimmy.

Pulling my head from under the water I turned to see the star pitcher of the team Carlos Rodrigues stepping into the shower.

He pulled me into a hug saying “I have caught you many times this week staring at me. I know what that look in your eyes means. Carlos gave me a passionate kiss. It was my first kiss from a boy. He also made a man out of me that evening in the shower. We made out, sucked each other’s cocks then, Carlos ate my hole fucking me taking my anal virginity. He told me he wanted me to be his boyfriend but because he was being scouted by several major league baseball organizations we couldn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want being gay to stop him from making the major leagues and receiving a large salary. So, we discreetly dated during his Senior year hooking up whenever and where ever possible with Carlos making love to me. After a couple month of having secret sex Carlos told me he loved me. The problem was I believed him. I thought we would be together forever so, I did everything he asked me to do. When the day arrived and Carlos was picked up by the St. Louis Cardinals and offered a 10 million dollar a year contract for 5 years. He was super happy. The problem is he acted like I never existed. He totally ignored me declining my 10 attempts to call him leaving for St. Louis without ever saying a word to me. I was devastated and vowed never to fall in love again!

I spent the next years having sex with my right hand telling myself that was all I needed in my life which was working fine until the day I met Blondy. My life has been turned upside down. My desire for love in my life has returned. My hunger for sex has reawakened by Blondy. I feel alive again and no longer wanted to be alone so, I gave into Jimmy’s request.

I sucked on Jimmy’s cock like a starving baby sucking the nipple of a milk bottle until I heard him making orgasmic sound. I pulled my mouth off his cock when I felt his body tighten, jerk and spasm.

I heard Jimmy moan he was cumming to see a long rope of semen shoot out the piss slit in the head of his penis fly through the air and splash down on my mouth and nose. I opened my mouth and put the head of Jimmy’s penis inside stroking his dick a couple more times milking a second spurt of semen from his nuts catching every drop in my mouth. I made several loud sloppy gulping sounds as I drank down every drop of his cum load.

It felt really good to feel, hear and see a boy climax from me sucking on his dick and getting to taste his cum once again. I would have never guessed that the dick would belong to my best friend, Jimmy.

When he stopped cumming and was calming down from his orgasmic high Jimmy grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me up. Looking into my eyes Jimmy leaned in. He licked his semen off my neck, chin and nose. After, he had cleaned his cum from my face he pulled me into a deep passionate tongue kiss. We broke off our kiss and lay looking up at the bedroom ceiling. Jimmy said “So, who is this guy who wants to take you out on a date and the information he has on a blond boy?”

I informed Jimmy about meeting Blondy and my encounter with Abeer. He told me that he thought I should go on the date with Abeer but not give up sex for his information. He warned me that Abeer could be lying just to get into my pants.

I agreed!

The next morning Jimmy went home. I picked up my cellphone entered the number calling Abeer. After, a short conversation I accepted his date for 9 pm tonight. My journey to discover Blondy’s real name and information about him had started!!!

Mr. and Mrs. Mulhouse own a house in the poshly Rosedale neighbourhood of Toronto, Canada. It’s a cozy heritage home but just about every room now needs a paint job. Friends recommend them to get a quote from H & H Renovation which specializes in homes and hotels. After having agreed on the price tag, Mr. and Mrs. Mulhouse inform Henri and Hugh (H & H) that they have three weeks to refresh the walls. “If that’s more convenient, you can sleep in the house while we’re on vacation. We’ve left a case of Molson Canadian in the fridge, so feel free to help yourselves.”

Henri is a 37-year-old French-Canadian guy, neither slim nor chubby, very hairy, average size cock and peachy butt. He is attracted to men but not ready to come out. His pants or shorts are always loose, and therefore do not enhance his peachy butt. You would never guess that he’s wearing a jockstrap. Hugh, 42, is skinny, bald, completely shaved, well-hung and constantly horny. He considers himself bisexual, but he has only fucked men in the past three years, with a net preference for those who have a tight hairy ass hole. He likes to wear faded blue jeans that show off a yummy bulge.

Now employing half a dozen carpenters, plumbers and painters, H & H Renovation has been in operation for just over four years. It is the first time that Henri and Hugh get to work together for a long period; they more often train a new employee or work in a team of 3-4 guys. The co-owners are known to be excellent painters. Henri and Hugh start with the two small bedrooms on the second floor; one is deep sky blue, the other is light aquamarine green. After a meticulous day, they clean their tools, and wonder what they will eat for dinner. “Let’s order pizza, says Hugh. I like the meat-lover special with pepperoni, salami, sausage, bacon, ham and meet balls.” Henri agrees to share an extra-large meat-lover pizza. While waiting for the delivery, they each drink a can of Molson Canadian beer.

With full bellies, both men are now thinking about a good night’s sleep. Henri says he can stretch out on the sofa, but Hugh tells him that the master bedroom has a king-size bed, so plenty of room for two. The walk-in closet leads to a huge bathroom with a view of the shower and whirlpool bath. As they get undressed to shower, Hugh notices that Henri is wearing a jockstrap and that his butt is awesomely hairy. He tells himself that he would love to shove his dick in that firm round ass. On his part, Henri can’t help but admire Hugh’s big cock, already dreaming of sucking it and swallowing the yummy man juice.

As horny as he is, Hugh doesn’t want to rush things, at the risk of seeing Henri take refuge on the sofa. He bids him goodnight, but warns that he moves a little in his sleep. “Don’t be upset if I end up snuggling against you,” he says, smiling. Henri is surprised to answer that he sometimes takes off his boxer shorts in the middle of the night, especially when it’s hot like this evening. On this almost erotic note, the two painters fall asleep. I’m sure you have already imagined what happens at 2 a.m. Henri feels Hugh’s hard cock rubbing against his bare peachy butt. “Hmmm, don’t stop, he whispers, I find it so exciting.” Hugh hugs his partner, kisses his neck and whispers that he’s just going to get some lube in the bathroom. Knowing that his big cock can sometimes elicit a painful cry, he shoves it in slowly at first, then deeper while accelerating the pace. Henri is now moaning with pleasure. He has never been fucked with such skill and vigor.

The two painters have a job to do, but take a break to kiss and suck. Each work day ends with a fuck. One July afternoon, it is so warm that both Henri and Hugh get naked in the living room. The furniture is gathered in the middle; plastic protects it as well as the floor. A full wall is covered with mirrors that reflect the body of two horny men. “I have an idea, says Hugh; why don’t you paint my hairless body, cock, balls and ass hole included?” Henri is delighted by this idea. He takes a paintbrush and uses it to first tickle Hugh; as soon as the bristles of the brush “dust” the balls, the cock stiffens. He sucks it before starting to paint his partner’s slender body into a rainbow.

The cock stands proudly, anxious to sink deep into the artist’s mouth and ass. But the work is far from finished; the butt must also be painted. With brushstrokes, Henri draws hands that grip the divine behind. The wooden handle allows him to tease the succulent asshole. He kneels to sniff it; the virile, almost animal smell excites him to the highest point. Henri twists his tongue greedily inside while squeezing the balls. He also bites the butt cheeks. “Holy fuck! You surely know how to eat a man’s rosebud; I’ve never been rimmed that well.” Henri now wants Hugh to paint his body. The latter accepts but invites his partner to keep his jockstrap on.

It doesn’t take long for Henri’s hairy chest to take on orange, reddish or purplish tones. Hugh is especially interested in painting the ass. He wants to show how Virility can be elevated on a pedestal, as it should be; every painted hair becomes arousing and intoxicating! When Henri removes his jockstrap, the effect is awesome. The traces of the pouch and elastic bands now frame a cock that Hugh is anxious to savor, and highlight an ass that he intends to fuck vigorously.

Hugh and Henri are the only ones to know that the capital letters in H & H Renovation really mean Hung and Hairy.

I used to work in midtown Manhattan and in the late 90’s to late 2010’s there were lots of hot spots where horny men could spend their lunch hours satisfying appetites of a sexual nature.  I worked in a suit and tie, which I’d carry with me to the gym in the early morning, workout, shower, dress, then hit the office. Sometimes there’d be action at the gym, and often I’d get to the office early enough to grab coffee then head back out to a porn store a couple of avenues over to get some morning play in, but that is for another story. 

At lunch, if I wasn’t getting a midday abs class in, I’d head out to see about getting my rocks off. There were so many reliable spots where you could find men of all ages, shapes, sizes, ethnicities, marital status, who wanted play. I love suited studs as much as blue collar guys, or students, or average joes. They just have to be as sexually adventurous as me!  The day I’m describing I was 41 and in prime shape  5’9”, 150, smooth, with a corporate cut to my brown hair and trimmed pubes around my 6” cut cock.  

Right in midtown these was a cluster of hotels with one or sometimes multiple tearooms with dependable midday action. One was the Intercontinental Hotel, with a good one on the main floor and a great one on the third in the conference room wing.

Man, it was a cruiser’s dream. Door that made noise for warning, a small hallway past sinks, then a turn right to another small area with four or five urinals on the left and three stalls on the right. The furthest being a handicap stall. The lighting was on the dark side and the colors dark too, so it felt almost dungeon like, but in a really high class way!  You could also see very well in the cracks on other side of the stall doors.

Well enough that the day I’m describing, when I got there and walked to the third stall (my favorite) and I saw the other two were occupied I could also see that in each was a guy stroking his cock with his shirt off and pants wedged around his ankles.  And the guy in the middle stall was one of my regular buds with whom I often jacked and made out with under and over stall. 

I fucking love stripping down in public.  This place was great for that. So my hard dick immediately got rock hard.  I’d been free balling on the way over, with my cock and balls outside my briefs and my zipper down. Yeah, I like to be piggy in my suit. I immediately went to my booth and took off my jacket, shirt and tie (always leaving the tie tied to put back on easily) then my undershirt. Then my suit pants and briefs came off while my dress shoes and socks stayed on. 

There I was, one second suited banker, the next naked and hard, only my shoes and socks and cockring. With poppers at the ready. 

I knew these guys were playing and pretty much naked too, so I opened my door, a big one that swung outwards, and stepped out and peered in the crack next door. He was huffing on some poppers at that very moment, hard cock pointing up. He stood and opened his door as did the guy next to him. My buddy had glasses and was kinda geeky looking, in a himbro way.  My height about.  Thinner than me but lean and hairless. He loved to strip like me. He saw me buck naked and quickly took off his chinos and had only sneakers on. I was so turned on, I was dripping and hitting my poppers. He motioned for them and I shared. Love huffing with a buddy.

The third guy looked familiar to me too. Another exhbitionist, he was already naked – in dress shoes and socks. He was shorter than us and compactly built, with hairy pecs and arms and a love trail going down his flat stomach to a dark bush with a thick piece of hefty meat sticking straight out. His legs were hairy too and substantial. He stood there with his legs wide apart and his cock jerking around proudly displaying himself. 

All three of us stood there pumping our cut cocks felelong the heat of the moment. Then my buddy leaned over to kiss me – our tongues extended, we lashed them about them met lips and slurped audibly. Hairy dude wanted in on the action and came over for a threeway spit session. I was in heaven. 

There we were, three guys on break, all naked, out in the open, sucking face, jacking off and each other, and hitting the poppers. A great day!  We got real close and frotted our cocks while we rubbed each other’s ass cheeks. Remarkably, no one was coming in, it’s like it was meant to be. If we had to, we could all three quick jump back in our stalls with a minimum of sound. 

So we jacked and kissed and pawed each other, looking into each others’ eyes with hungry, raw horniness unless I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted it to last but didn’t wanna have to stop for an intruder before coming. As I was getting close, I turned and straddled a urninal. I grabbed the pipe and leaned back so they could see as I orgasmed and blew a load of cum into the pisser. They both soon came too, one onto his stall door and the other into his hand. We were as quiet as possible, but you could hear our slurping and our fists as they worked our cocks. So sexy.

We each dressed and left back to our offices with big smiles on our faces and happy cocks.   

The Spanking Stock Cried Out For Attention

The town whispered about the events of that day when Jimmy Thompson had been punished, the story of Mr. Mercer’s harsh but ultimately merciful justice becoming a cautionary tale. One afternoon, Mr. Mercer found himself surrounded by a group of the town’s more seasoned residents. They were curious, eager to lay their eyes on the infamous spanking stock that had brought about such a dramatic change in young Jimmy Thompson. Mr Mercer led them to the shed with a sense of pride, his hand resting on the polished oak frame of the contraption.

The old men and women peered at the stock, nodding in approval at the craftsmanship and the clear intent behind its design. They had grown up in a time when corporal punishment was commonplace, but the sheer severity of Mr Mercer’s creation was a remarkable sight. They spoke in hushed tones, sharing stories of the wooden spoons and switches that had disciplined them in their youths, but none had seen anything quite like this.

One of the men, Mr. Jenkins, spoke up, “I can see why this would be effective. It’s not just the pain, it’s the knowing you’re going to get it that keeps you in line.” He had a twinkle in his eye as if reminiscing about his days of mischief and the consequences that had followed.

The group murmured in agreement, their faces a mix of admiration and nostalgia. It was clear that Mr. Mercer’s methods had resonated with the town’s old-school values. Word had spread about the transformation in Jimmy Thompson, and it seemed that everyone was eager to see the tool that had brought about such a dramatic change in the young man.

Over the following months, juvenile crime in the community dropped to a near-non-existent level. The townsfolk held their breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never came. The spanking stock remained unused, a silent sentinel to the newfound respect for the law and order that Mr Mercer had helped to instil.

But there were always those who tested the boundaries of what was acceptable. One such young man was Billy, a teen with a mischievous streak that had often landed him in trouble. He’d heard the whispers about the stocks from his friends, and his curiosity had grown into something darker. He couldn’t shake the thrill of imagining the power it would give him to wield such a tool over someone else.

One evening, after the town had gone quiet and the lights had dimmed, Billy snuck into Mr Mercer’s shed with his boyfriend, Mark, who was a few years older and equally intrigued by the prospect. They approached the spanking stock with a mix of awe and excitement, the leather and wood gleaming in the moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the walls. Billy glinted in his eye, a twisted plan forming in his mind.

“Look at it, Mark,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Imagine the power we could have if we had someone in this.” His hand trailed over the smooth, curved surface, and Mark could see the wheels turning in his head. “Maybe we could even… you know.”

Mark’s eyes widened. “What are you saying, Billy?”

Billy looked at him, his cheeks flushing. “I’m saying… I’ve had this fantasy, you know? Of being in charge, of making someone submit to me. And this,” he gestured to the stocks, “this could be our chance.”

Mark’s eyes darted to the door, his heart racing. “Billy, that’s… that’s not right.” But the lure of the taboo was too strong. He felt himself getting hard just thinking about it.

“Don’t be such a chicken,” Billy whispered, his voice low and seductive. “It’s just us. No one will ever know.” He leaned in, kissing Mark’s neck, his hand moving to the older boy’s crotch.

“Go on Mark, bend over onto the stock…I want to fuck you here…now.” Billy ordered his friend.

Billy’s kiss on his neck had left him aroused and the idea of being secure in the stock whilst Billy fucked him appealed to him. With a deep breath, Mark allowed Billy to push him onto the stock, dropping the wooden restrain over his neck and wrists.

Billy’s hands felt hot and eager as they roamed over Mark’s body, tracing the contours of his back and the firm curve of his bottom, still encased in his jeans. Mark’s breath hitched as Billy’s touch grew more insistent, his fingertips closer and closer to the sensitive skin above the belt line of his trousers.

The stock held Mark firmly in place, his body exposed and vulnerable. The cold leather of the padding sent a shiver down his spine, a stark contrast to the warmth of Billy’s touch. He could feel his cock swell against the denim fabric of his trouser, trapped in a prison of desire that he hadn’t anticipated when they snuck into the shed.

Billy took a step back to appreciate the view. He reached for Mark’s jeans, fumbling with the belt and then the button and zipper before finally sliding them down, taking time to enjoy the sight of Mark’s Hanes tighty whities as his hands continued to roam over his cotton-clad bottom. Billy couldn’t wait any longer as he pulled Mark’s tighty whities down to reveal Mark’s bare ass, fully exposed to the cool air, his cheeks a pale moon against the stark wood.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Billy murmured, his voice thick with lust. He unbuckled his belt, removing it completely, the sound of it hitting the floor sending a thrill through Mark’s body. Billy slipped his jeans down, stepping out of them. Next, Billy lowered his FOTL tighty whities allowing his cock to press against Mark’s ass, the precum slicking the way.

With a deep breath, Billy pushed into Mark, the tightness of his hole causing him to pause for a moment before continuing. Mark’s breath hitched, his body adjusting to the intrusion. The pain was intense, but it was layered with a strange sense of satisfaction and want.

The two young men moved together in a rhythm dictated by Billy’s desire, their moans and gasps filling the shed. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of excitement through Mark’s body, feeling the delight of Billy’s cock inside him. At this moment, he was lost in the sensation and the power dynamics of their encounter.

Billy kept thrusting into Mark, reaching a depth he had never managed before. The spanking stock allowing a straight and easy penetration. Mark could feel the pressure on his prostate growing with each deep penetration as Billy grew closer to his growing climax, his orgasm growing from the young man’s efforts.

As Billy reached his climax, he buried his face in Mark’s neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Mark’s orgasm followed, his body spasming around Billy’s cock as he shot his load onto the leather pad.

The two of them remained there, still connected, panting and trembling as Billy remained bent over Mark after he had collapsed from his efforts when the door to the shed creaked open, and Mr. Mercer’s furious face filled the frame. “What the hell are you two doing?” he bellowed, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Mark’s bare ass and Billy’s sweaty, flushed face.

The boys froze in shock at being caught. Billy trembled as he pulled out of his boyfriend, and Mark felt his heart drop to his stomach. They had been caught, their darkest desires laid bare for the man they had feared and admired. The consequences would be severe, but the fear and humiliation were already burning through them like wildfire.

Mr. Mercer stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with anger. “You think this is a toy, a game?” he thundered. “This is a tool for justice, not for your sick amusement!” the two boys trembled, their faces a picture of terror as the reality of their actions crashed down around them.

Billy stuttered out an apology, but it was clear that words would not suffice. Mr Mercer’s grip on the tawse he had picked up tightened, and he took a step closer to Billy, his eyes filled with a cold fury that was unlike anything the boy had ever seen.

“You will learn the true meaning of this punishment,” Mr Mercer said, his voice low and deadly. “And maybe, just maybe, you’ll think twice before disrespecting it again.”

The air was thick with tension as Mark remained restrained over the spanking stock whilst Billy stood in a state of shock, naked from the waist down, his cock flaccid from the surprise of Mr Mercer’s arrival.

“I shall deal with you later boy, ” Mr Mercer looking at Billy, “but in the interim, I have you boy, already prepared,” as Mr Mercer looked at Mark’s arse, dribbling cum out of his back passage.

“You stand there and watch boy,” Mr Mercer ordered Billy as he turned to face Mark’s waiting bottom, positioned himself, and raised the tawse.

The first stroke fell, and Mark’s scream echoed through the night, a sound that would haunt Billy for the rest of his life. The paddle rose and fell, each hit harder and more deliberate than the last. Billy could only watch in horror as the scene unfolded, the power dynamics of their relationship flipped on their heads.

The punishment went on, each smack of leather on the skin a stark reminder of the price of curiosity and the weight of Mr Mercer’s wrath until Mark had received twenty-five strokes across his bottom.

When Mr. Mercer finally released him, Mark stumbled out of the stock, his eyes red and swollen from crying. The damp patch on the leather cushion was a stark testament to his fear and the intensity of his punishment. His legs shook as he struggled to stand, the pain from his throbbing ass almost too much to bear.

Billy stood, semi-naked and trembling, his eyes locked on Mark’s tear-stained face. The reality of what they had done, the disrespect they had shown to the town and its values, was etched into every line of their bodies. The spanking stock, once a symbol of hope and redemption, now loomed over them like a grim reaper, demanding retribution for their transgressions.

Mr. Mercer took a deep breath, his anger a palpable presence in the shed. “Boy,” he said, looking at Billy, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness, “now it’s your turn.”

Billy’s eyes grew wide with terror as he was forced to take Mark’s place over the stock. The leather cushion was still warm from Mark’s body, and he could smell the faint scent of his friend’s fear. He felt his stomach turn as he realized the gravity of what he had done. The thrill of power and control had led him here, to this moment of ultimate submission.

Mr. Mercer secured Billy’s neck and wrists in the stock with a finality that sent a shiver down the boy’s spine. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving Billy’s trembling form. “You will learn respect, boy,” he said, his voice low and menacing.

With a flick of his wrist, Mr Mercer brought the tawse down on Billy’s bare bottom, the leather striking skin with a sound that echoed through the shed like a gunshot. Billy’s body jerked, his scream piercing the night air. The sting of the leather was nothing compared to the burning humiliation that flooded him as he imagined the eyes of his community watching him, judging him.

Stroke after stroke, Mr. Mercer delivered his punishment with a precision that left no doubt of his seriousness. Billy’s bottom grew redder and redder, the skin rising in angry welts. His cries grew more desperate, each one a plea for the pain to stop. But the older man’s arm remained steady, his eyes never wavering from their target.

Towards the end of the twentieth stroke, Billy felt his bladder give way, just as Mark had. A warm stream of urine trickled down his legs, pooling around his feet, a stark reminder of his loss of control. The smell of it filled the shed, mingling with the scent of fear and sweat. The tawse didn’t relent, and Mr. Mercer’s eyes remained cold and unyielding.

As the last few strokes fell, Billy’s body convulsed, and his cries turned into sobs that racked his whole being. He could feel the sting of his urine against his bruised skin, a humiliation that went beyond the physical pain. The leather strap was unforgiving, each smacks a punishment not just for his actions but for his very soul.

Finally, Mr. Mercer stepped back, the tawse hanging at his side. “It’s over,” he said, his voice gruff with the effort of delivering the punishment as he released the boy. Billy’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor of the shed, his body trembling uncontrollably. His bottom was a mass of agony, the pain so intense that it was almost otherworldly.

Mark rushed to his side; his pain forgotten in the face of Billy’s anguish. He helped him to his feet, his eyes downcast in shame. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over, as he helped Billy try to put his tighty whities back on, but the fabric scraped against his tender skin, sending fresh waves of pain through him to the point it was better for him to remain naked below the waist.

The two boys, young men Mr Mercer eventually recognised, stood in front of him wiping tears from their eyes, humiliated and punished.

“Clean this place up,” Mr. Mercer barked, his anger still alive and vocal. “And I better not find any trace of what you two did here, or so help me, I’ll deal with you again, and it won’t be nearly as pleasant as this.”

After Mr Mercer has left the shed, with trembling hands, Mark and Billy set to work, wiping down the stock, cleaning the floor of their combined bodily fluids, and trying to erase the evidence of their illicit encounter. Each movement was a reminder of the pain they had just endured, and the fear of Mr. Mercer’s wrath made their tasks even more daunting.

As they worked, Mark couldn’t help but glance over at Billy, who was moving slower than usual, his face a mask of pain and embarrassment. Through the haze of his agony, Mark felt a brief flicker of amusement at the sight of Billy’s bare bottom, the red tawse prints standing out starkly against his pale skin. The irony of their situation wasn’t lost on him – the one who had proposed the idea of using the stock for their twisted pleasure was now suffering because of it.

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around Billy’s waist from behind. Billy flinched at the sudden touch; his body taut with tension. “You look funny,” Mark whispered into his ear, trying to lighten the mood, “but so inviting.” It was a feeble attempt at humour, but it was all he could offer in the face of their shared humiliation as his hands started to play with Billy’s cock.

Billy’s initial shock at Mark’s advances quickly turned into a need for more. He leaned back into Mark, his head falling against the taller boy’s shoulder. “Please,” he begged, his voice strained. “I need it.” Mark’s hand was gentle, stroking him slowly, building the anticipation until Billy was hard again despite his bruised bottom.

With trembling hands Billy turned allowing Mark to kneel to take Billy’s cock to his lips, kissing the tip gently before taking it in his mouth. Billy’s eyes rolled back in his head as Mark’s warm, wet mouth began to move over him, the gentle suction sending waves of pleasure through his body that competed with the pain from his spanking.

The taste of Billy’s urine was faint but present, a bitter tang that only added to Mark’s excitement. Each lick and suck brought a new sensation to life, mixing the pain of his punishment with a strange, twisted desire. He couldn’t help but think of the power dynamics they had played with earlier, now reversed as he sought to give Billy the relief, he so desperately craved.

Billy’s breath grew ragged as Mark’s mouth worked him over, his hips bucking slightly in response to the pleasure. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the tension rising with each stroke of Mark’s tongue. The pain in his bottom was a constant throb, a pulse that seemed to sync with the rhythm of Mark’s sucks.

As Billy reached his peak, Mark felt his arousal swell. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. The sound of Billy’s breath hitching, the feel of his cock throbbing in his mouth, was intoxicating. He knew what was coming, the moment of release that would seal their shared fate in this act of penance.

With a final, guttural groan, Billy shot his load into Mark’s mouth, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cool air of the shed. Mark swallowed it down, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment, a feeling that he had somehow redeemed himself in Billy’s eyes.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting, and spent. Billy’s eyes searched Mark’s, looking for some sign of what was to come. Mark’s hand remained wrapped around Billy’s softening cock, the connection between them unbroken.

As they tried to dress in the dim light, Billy leaned in close to Mark, his voice a whisper. “Thank you,” he said, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “Thank you for being here but I can’t wear anything against my bottom. What shall we do, we have to go home.”

Mark nodded; his voice lost in the emotion of the moment. They had faced Mr. Mercer’s wrath together, and in doing so, they had found a new kind of strength within themselves.

“I guess Billy we will have to carry our clothes and walk home like this. It’s dark and no one will see us anyway.” Mark reassured his friend.

They finished cleaning the shed in their semi-naked state and Mr Mercer saw them close the shed door and walk towards the driveway, still naked from the waist down, carrying their trousers and underwear. As they walked back to Mark’s house, their bare bottoms stinging with each step, they couldn’t help but wonder if this was the start of a new chapter in their lives.

Once back at Mark’s house, they found themselves in the backyard, the soft grass feeling like heaven against their sore skin. They sat down, their bare butts resting on the cool earth as they held onto their jeans, unable to put them back on yet. The quiet of the night surrounded them, the stars twinkling above like silent witnesses to their punishment and redemption.

Mark looked at Billy, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. Billy’s cheeks flushed, the pain in his bottom forgotten as he felt the heat of Mark’s gaze on him. “I… I still want you,” Mark whispered, his voice barely carrying across the darkness. “I know we just…” he trailed off, but Billy knew what he meant.

Billy felt the same, the intensity of their experience in the shed having only served to deepen their bond. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Mark’s. “Me too,” he breathed, his voice thick with need.

They leaned into each other, their bare skin brushing together, setting off sparks of pleasure that seemed to dull the pain. Mark reached for Billy’s cock; his touch tentative at first before growing more confident as he felt the young man’s erection swell in his hand. Billy moaned, his head falling back, the pain in his bottom forgotten as he lost himself in the sensation.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their bodies moving together in a silent dance of lust. Mark’s hand worked Billy’s cock with a fierce desperation, each stroke a declaration of his need for him. Billy’s hand found Mark’s cock too, stroking it in time with the beating of his own heart.

As they reached their climax, the only sounds were their muffled gasps and the soft rustle of grass beneath them. It was a moment of pure, raw passion that seemed to cleanse away the stain of their earlier disrespect. They came together, their bodies entwined, the warmth of their seed mixing with the coolness of the night.

At that moment, as they lay panting on the grass, they realized that their relationship had changed, and they got up and walked to the back door.

They stumbled into the house, avoiding the gaze of Mark’s parents who had fallen asleep on the couch. They managed to make it to Mark’s room, where they collapsed onto the bed, still naked from the waist down. The sheets were cool against their skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between their thighs.

As they lay there, their bodies entangled, Billy whispered into the darkness, “I’m sorry for what happened, Mark. I never wanted to disrespect Mr. Mercer or his shed.”

Mark turned to face him; his eyes soft with understanding. “It’s okay, Billy,” he murmured. “We learned our lesson. And… I think we found something more important in the process.”

The two of them drifted off to sleep, their bodies still tender from their punishment, but their hearts filled with a newfound love and respect for each other.

The Cuckold

At the gas station

Van ignores the blast of a car horn behind him.  He’s been working the gas station for six hours straight. Now, just for five minutes he’s resting on the forecourt’s one, half-broken chair.  He feels dusty, dirty. His bright red uniform shirt, damp from the humid heat, is sticking uncomfortably to his bulky body.

He closes his eyes, tries to relax, lets his mind turn to its usual filler material: some clean young blond guy he’s seen in porn, a tight, smooth butthole that just needs Van’s dick to open it up. He starts to rub himself a little bit through the heavy nylon material of his work pants. 

“Anda ca seu preguiçoso,” “Hey, get your lazy ass over here.”

The yelling, impatient driver blows his horn again to make the point. The guy’s in a Mercedes; late 20s, the same age as Van. As Van walks over, the man shouts what fuel he wants, then Van presses the buttons, fills the tank, takes the payment. All day it’s been this, over and over again, the only break the occasional crappy old car needing its tires or oil checked. Van hates all of it.

A few tens of miles away, out of the city, there’s a beauty spot, a lagoon. That’s where Chris and Ryan went today. The place was  spectacular, the water in the pool deep blue-black, the neighboring beach empty, bordering a sparkling ocean. Chris and Ryan sat in the one rustic bar, sipping cocktails made of fruits with flavors they never knew existed. 

Chris was pleased. On the spur of the moment he’d hired the car, come up with this day trip. He wanted to get last night – the weird session with Van – out of his and Ryan’s heads.  And it worked; they got properly back into holiday mode.

The driving had been a bit difficult but Chris successfully managed the truck-heavy, potholed roads leading to the lagoon, Ryan helping with the GPS.  On the way back, tired, Chris finds it more of a struggle and it’s a relief when they’re finally back in the city, on the road  downtown. 

Ryan directs them to a gas station where they can refill the rental before returning it at the hotel. Pulled up on the forecourt, Chris opens his window, then bends down in the seat well, searching for the lever to release the gas cap. 

When he looks up, Van has a thick, tattooed arm resting on the top of the open window. His flat, not-especially-handsome face leaning in,  grinning. “Oi. Hey.”

Van saw them as soon as their fancy SUV started to turn into the forecourt.  His first reaction is embarrassment, to hide; not wanting the Americans to know he works this shitty job. 

But as their car pulls up, Van realizes. This is his chance. Chris – the richer American, the one who’d thought he could fuck alongside Van, like equals – had blocked him this morning on the app. But Van knows Chris is weak. Face-to-face, he can bring him back in line. For once, luck has gone Van’s way. 

Van loses the grin, pretends this isn’t a surprise at all, talks to them through the car window like children. 

“Why you are doing this? driving? The roads are bad. Is dangerous. In this city you make for the wrong turn and “pow”.” Van mimes a gun pointing at Chris’s head.

Chris just stares at him. With the shock that, in the huge city, Van has somehow found them, he can barely form a clear thought.

Van fuels the tank without further discussion, shoves the card machine at Chris. When he’s paid, Van opens the door. 

“Out. Is not safe for you. I gonna drive.”

Chris shakes his head, starts to pull the door closed. But Ryan says eagerly, “Well maybe it is a good idea. The driving isn’t easy, hun. And he’ll know the way.” 

This is too much thinks Chris. With the stress of the drive back and now Van reappearing, he can feel the calm he’d felt at the lagoon evaporating. It doesn’t help that Ryan, clearly, wants the Brazilian back in their hotel right now: that’s kind of hurtful.

Chris breathes. He’s not going to let himself get stressed. He is going to be in holiday mode, go with the flow. 

He’ll let happen what’s clearly about to happen – Van will drive them back and then the three of them will play around, fuck, like yesterday. That’s what Ryan wants. Chris knows Van will try to mess with his head again but, so what,  he can cope with the man’s silly games.  He can even admit to himself how much he enjoyed sucking Van’s dick last time. 

He and  Ryan will laugh about it all when they’re home in a week.

“Fine.” Chris tosses the key to Van. 

On the way to the hotel, Van tries not to think about the fact he’s walked out of his job for the second time in a week. He punches the gas pedal hard, lurches the SUV round tight corners. He’s never actually driven a car this big before.

Chris winces as the car squeals, but Ryan doesn’t notice. With the strong smell of Van – sweat, mixed with gasoline – circulating round the car’s AC, all Ryan can think about is having the Brazilian back on top of him, fucking him. 

Van can smell himself too. Normally the first thing he’d do when he gets back from work is shower: hygiene is important. But he’s guessing that the working man’s sweat will help him get where he wants with this soft, rich couple. He’s going to get to their hotel, and do what he needs to them, immediately. The shower will wait until after he’s finished. 

At the hotel

As soon as they’re into the hotel room Van sends Ryan to the bathroom to prepare to be fucked. Left alone with Chris, Van  looks at the taller, older man. “You gonna be  good boy, yes?” He holds Chris’s gaze.

Chris starts talking. He’ll take charge for a moment, just to make it clear to Van that this isn’t real life, it’s just sex, just a game.

 “Yeah Van, I’m going to play, no problem. You like this cuck stuff don’t you?” 

Van doesn’t react.

Chris continues,  “Cuckold.” He laughs. “Where I’m the top guy but I have to watch you fuck my partner, and suck you. It’s like we did last time. That’s what makes you hot, isn’t it. Role play’s always kind of fun I think…”

Van, silent, just keeps looking at Chris, at the same time pulling his shirt off, sitting down heavily in the room’s one armchair. He runs his hand over the hair and muscles on his  chest, then leans back and starts unzipping his grease-stained work pants.

Chris knows what’s coming – that huge, fat dick – and his mouth dries and suddenly he can’t look away, think about anything else. 

Van just nods at him. Chris after only a moment’s hesitation, obeys,  drops to his knees, crawls between the man’s legs.

Van opens his zipper fully, pulls the length of it out, begins stroking himself to his full beer can thickness. Chris leans in and is hit by a strong smell of ball sweat,  then – as Van slowly slides back his foreskin – of dick. Chris knows it’s kind of gross, but still he’s eager, opens his mouth wide. But Van puts a hand out to stop him.

“You want suck my caçetão, my big dick?”

Yes, Chris mouths, God, yes, he really does.

“So take the shoes, kiss the feet. Show you are good boy.” 

Van pushes Chris down so he’s looking at  Van’s cheap, black laced, plastic gas station boots.

Chris struggles briefly but Van holds his head focused on the boots. So, reluctantly, Chris begins untying the laces. He eases the first one off Vans foot. The warm stink is intense. Then the other, the smell doubles.  

What’s Van doing? Chris thinks.  There’s nothing hot about this.  Just give him the dick already.

Isn’t that the deal, the game?  

He bends down plants a gentle kiss on each warm, sweat-wet sock.

Van makes a lazy noise of disgust. “You have to do better. Take the socks.” 

It isn’t fair, but Chris does what he’s told, slides the left and then the right sock off. He stares down at the lines of dark hair that trail along the top of the man’s feet.

Van holds the back of Chris’s head and lifts his foot, rubbing the toes against Chris’s lips. “Kiss them.”

Chris sticks his tongue out, gets the very strong, rough taste of a man who’s been on his feet, working all day. Chris gags at the taste. But he’s still thinking, if he does this, surely he’ll get the dick in his mouth next. It’s just a game…

The bathroom door opens. Ryan comes out, his small, solid frame with its smooth, freckled, pale skin damp from the shower.  He’s wearing a small black jock that doesn’t quite hide a narrow patch of tightly trimmed red-haired pubes.

It’s exactly what Van’s been needing all day. He grunts with appreciation, stands up, leaves Chris behind like a discarded toy. 

Van leans against the wall, still stroking his big dick.  “Turn. Show me the ass.” 

Ryan turns and then leans forward slightly, pushing his butt out,  the roundness of its cheeks framed by the curving black straps of the jock. 

“And the pussy.”  

Ryan pulls the cheeks apart, showing Van his hairless asshole.

Van, shirtless but still in his dirty work pants, steps forward then. He grabs Ryan from behind, puts his heavy arms around his shoulders and begins kissing his neck.  Then, bending his knees, he slides his his sweaty dick into Ryan’s clean crack.  

A confused surge of anger goes through Chris, still sat on the floor: that hes been refused Van’s cock; that he’s humiliated himself again – the foot taste is still strong in his mouth; that a fucking gas pump guy is making the rules, about to screw his partner.

Chris stands up, starts talking. “That’s it. Enough…” 

But Ryan, with Van’s dick rubbing against him, turns round to look over his shoulder at Chris.  “No babe. I need this. It’ll be over soon.”

Chris slumps. Ryan’s right. They’ve started playing, they should finish the game.

And Van looks at him, tells him, “lubrificant” and nods at the bottle on the other side of the room. Chris feels a weird surge of relief that he’s still got some role to play.

Van steps away from Ryan briefly, drops his pants. He stands, legs planted wide, naked to allow Chris to kneel in front of his muscular body. That the man is ready to  fuck is obvious: the thick hard-on is visibly throbbing, its veiny width jutting out from the dense untrimmed bush, its fat brown head dangling a single long strand of precum.

Chris does what he has to, fills his palm with the lube and strokes it slowly, thickly up and down Van’s shaft. When he’s done he sits and looks at it proudly, the polished gleam of the oiled up piece, at how big and ready it is. Until Van, immediately forgetting him, steps back to deal with Ryan.

Van is less careful with Ryan than last time he fucked him. He presses the smaller man hard against the wall, roughly gropes his ass to line up his dick. Then he  immediately penetrates him –   driving rigid meat roughly into the warm pussy.   He enjoys Ryan’s cry and then squealing as the small man gets used to the thick iron inside him. Van’s been dealing with shit all day, and now it’s his turn to take what he needs.  He fucks fast and hard, impaling, lifting Ryan high up onto his toes against the wall, kissing/biting the back of his neck.

Chris, ignored, acting out the cuck part,  kneels close behind Van. His eyes are level with the man’s muscular ass, its crack filled with dense black hairs. He watches each steady, powerful thrust into his boyfriend. Chris has never owned Ryan like this.

Van needs to get one out urgently, and it doesn’t take long before he’s shoving Ryan’s face flat against the wall, giving one final push to get himself as deep into the hole as he can. Suddenly, he’s totally still, apart from those thick ass muscles spasming as he injects his seed. The bottom guy lets out a small whimper as he’s filled.

Van pulls Ryan away from the wall, turns him around, starts kissing him.  Ryan responds hungrily. As he lets Van’s tongue probe his mouth, Ryan opens his eyes only briefly, to catch sight of his boyfriend kneeling on this floor. Oh God, Chris, Ryan thinks. He’d forgotten about him. He closes his eyes again.

Van gropes  Ryan. He runs one hand over the round ass, into the crack, gathering up some of the sticky  leftovers of his  own load. Then Van  squeezes himself, his thick dick, tightly, collecting more cum into his fingers.

And, carrying on kissing Ryan, he holds out his hand to the side.

Still on his knees,  Chris leans forward and licks from the Alpha’s hand  like a pet. He tastes the rich, sour semen mixed  with a slight taste of oil and dirt from the thick fingers, swallows it down.

Chris reaches into his own pants, jacks himself eagerly as he licks. All he wants now – more than anything  – is to have his reward for being a good boy, his chance to suck Van.

It’s an offer that never comes. Instead, Van – pulling back gently from Ryan, – tells Chris to stand up.

Facing Chris, Van pauses, then idly gives a couple of strokes to his cock, watches Chris’s brown eyes dart down to it, eager, excited, waiting for permission to kneel again. 

Van slaps Chris’s face, not too hard.

Chris doesn’t say anything, just looks confused, hurt, his soft brown eyes more desperate than ever. Van grins. This is progress. The rich American doesn’t know what’s going on, he  just knows that Van is in control. For the first time, Van wants to fuck Chris. 

But not yet. 

“The sex finish for you today. I gonna fuck with the boy some more. You can sit watch. Or take bath. I don care.”

“But..” 

The last shred of Chris’s pride prevents him from begging Van in front of Ryan.

Instead he goes into the bathroom, washes his face and rinses his mouth. Then he urgently needs to jerk off. A jumble of thoughts about Van’s cock make him shoot –  the sight and  smell of it,  imagining it thrusting into Ryan.

When Chris comes out of the bathroom, Van  has Ryan on the bed. He’s back inside him, fucking him luxuriantly, slowly. “I’m going to the bar” Chris says to the two rutting men. Neither look up at him or  reply.

Ryan finds him there later. They have a stilted dinner where they talk only about the trip to the lagoon, nothing about Van. Then they go to bed early, lie side-by-side looking at their phones.
They’re avoiding the topic of Van but even so, its a bit like he’s still in the room: close up, Chris can smell the man’s sweat and gasoline stink smeared all over Ryan.  Chris’s dick stiffens each time he gets a waft of it. 

Hesitating, Chris starts to talk, “That was.. a lot..” But then he doesn’t know what else to say, what he wants, what he thinks they should do next.

Ryan is also silent for a moment before speaking. “Van says the city is dangerous, and it’s better he knows where we are.” 

“He told me to install this.” Ryan turns his phone towards Chris, opens an app; a red dot marked ‘C&R’  shows where they are in the downtown hotel and  another one marked ‘Van’ shows the man’s position somewhere out in the vast suburbs of the city.

 “I guess he’ll come find us tomorrow.”

I was 15 when I saw my first threesome in a straight porn video a neighborhood kid brought over. It changed me. The star was Candi Evans, and the magical scene happened during a camping scenario that played out in front of a tent with her on all fours, panties still on and pulled to the side while one guy was behind her slamming away on her pussy, then ass, while the other was in front of her, mercilessly fucking her face. Then the men switched roles until both exploded all over her. There were five guys in the room watching with me, but I’m fairly certain I was the only one fantasizing about being Candi (when you’re gay, you know early). I knew right then and there I needed this experience, and sure enough it happened nine years later, at age 24, just outside Boston. The reality exceeded every fantasy I’d envisioned, and I still jerk off to memories of those amazing hours to this very day, over two decades later. 

It was arranged on a Friday afternoon I’d taken off work, via the old gay dot com chat service. I had a screen name like “submissive bttm boi” or something similar, and got a ping from 2 tops seeking a third for an “afternoon of domination”. I replied with my stats and what I was into. They sent me an address and told me to wear black, lacy panties. I said I’d be there in 30. My heart was thrashing. Was this really going to happen?! I was closeted (still am), super cautious, afraid to have too many gay experiences as I lived in a smaller area and didn’t want it getting out. I’m also 6’2, 190, with a shave head and muscular build. Most people assume I’m a rugged biker type who digs tatted out, stripper-esque women. Oh, the irony. But I had no choice. It was like being caught in an under-toe. I was on autopilot. I had slipped on a black, lacy thong, printed out directions on MapQuest, had on a sweatsuit, and was already in my Jetta and on my way, squirming in my seat with a wet ass, before I even knew what was happening.

I rang the apartment and they buzzed me in. There was an older man, more sensual and romantic, and a younger man, dominant and uninhibited. When I walked in they were watching comedy central, some show with Amy Sedaris, I recall. The older man asked me if I’d like a beer or anything and I said yes. He brought me a Sam Adams. The younger man smoked a cigarette and glared at me from time to time, somehow able to see clean through my facade, straight to the submissive, sissy bottom I truly am. This always fascinated me growing up, at the mall with friends, pretending to be a badass, how we’d walk past a gay man and my friends wouldn’t even register him. But I couldn’t help but sneak a look, and when I did he’d be staring right into me, my core, smiling, knowing exactly who I really am in an instant: a panty-wearing faggot bottom who’d dress up and ride a dildo he kept hidden in his room, then suck it clean until he came every night. That was me. That is me. And every gay man could see it, especially the younger man in that apartment. As if he could read my mind, he said, “Strip down to your panties, crawl to the bedroom, and be on your knees with your mouth open, faggot. We’ll be right in.”

I did as I was told. Stripped to my thong, crawled on all fours to the bedroom, and remained on my knees with my mouth open and watering, waiting. I noticed a large, landscape oriented mirror on the dresser facing one side of the bed. I was trembling. This was actually happening. I was going to be in a three-way! Insane! My cock stiffened against the lacy front of my panties, already moist with pre-cum. My ass was tingling in anticipation. Then they walked in, both naked. 

“No cock for you yet, faggot,” the younger man said as he approached and stood in front of me, his 8″ cock dangling an inch from my hungry mouth. “You want that don’t you?” 

“Yes,” I said. 

He leaned down and slapped my right ass cheek. He stood back up, my ass still quivering and said, “Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir,” I replied instinctively. I’d never been dominated before, but understood it’s mechanics and the expectations at once. 

“Good boy. You get to lick my ass as a reward. You wanna taste my ass?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. 

“Say it.”

“I want to taste your ass, sir.”

“Beg, faggot.”

“May I please taste your ass, sir?”

“Good boy. Yeah, you may go ahead and lick my ass,” he said as he turned around. The older man grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face between the younger man’s ass cheeks. I licked his crack up and down, savoring that sour taste I’d come to love, then began to kiss and tongue his asshole, with total abandon. It tasted so fucking good, and felt so right servicing his ass as his friend kept pressure applied to the back my head, keeping me locked in, right where I belonged. 

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s it, boy. You wanna suck our cocks, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice muffled, buried in his ass. He took a step forward and turned around, his cock rising towards my face. 

“But that’s not entirely true, is it? You don’t want to suck our cocks. You NEED to suck our cocks. Isn’t that right, you panty-boy faggot? 

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it, boy.”

“I need to suck your cocks.”

“Beg, faggot.”

“Please allow me to suck your cocks, sir.”

“Not really okay, but I’ll allow you get what you need. This time. But you’ll have to do way better if you want me to cum in your ass, then let you lick my cock clean afterwards. Open wide, sissy.”

I almost came, right there. If I’d touched my rock hard cock, I would have instantly. Good thing the older man grabbed both my wrists and held them against the bottom my spine. He whispered in my ear, “Suck him good, baby. I need to see you enjoy it.”

I licked his cock from base to tip, like a popsicle, over and over again, my hands pinned behind me. It was thick and throbbing in time with his pulse, it’s slight curve becoming more pronounced. I took it in my mouth and started sucking. The older man kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear as I did, his breath hot against my skin. The younger man grabbed the sides of my head now. He said:

“Don’t move, faggot. Don’t suck. Just keep your lips on my cock.”

He then began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, like a hole he was fucking, his hands on either side of my head, holding me steady. The older man slapped my ass a few times, then pulled the thong out of my crack and started fingering my ass. I was squirming, moaning, and felt like I was going to explode. The younger man sensed this and said, “Don’t you dare cum, panty boy. You need to get fucked first. Get on the bed, on all fours. Now.”

“Wait,” said the older man as I stood up. He needs to clean my finger first.”

He slowly stuck his finger, coated and glistening with my ass juice, into my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. “Clean it, baby,” he said. 

We held eye contact as I licked that finger clean, the taste of my ass setting my mouth watering, needing more, which I’d get plenty of soon. He slowly withdrew his finger, wiped it down my chin and said, “I’m gonna watch him fuck you now. But when I’m ready and standing in front of you, you better suck me good. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He French kissed me, long and deep, with one of his hands gently around my throat. The make out went on for about thirty more seconds before he withdrew, saying, “Time to get fucked, baby.”

I climbed on the bed, thinking I’d be prissy and cute, getting on all fours with my knees together, ass up and lower back arched, thong back between my cheeks, soaked through with pre-cum now. 

“No, no, no, whore. Spread ’em,” the younger man said as he positioned himself behind me, the tip of his dripping cock tickling my asshole. I spread my knees apart and lowered my ass. I turned to the left saw myself in the mirror, who I really am. Bent over, cheeks spread apart, wearing panties, eager to have this dominant top take ownership of me by driving his massive dick into my tight ass, giving him whatever he wants until he cums inside me. Then doing the same for his friend. Submitting to these men, entirely, and without inhibition. I watched as the younger man prepared to do exactly that, pouring lube on his thick rod, ready and waiting. He stroked the lube on, coating it from base to tip. Then without a word, he pulled the thong to one side, pushed himself all the way into me, and held it there, balls deep. 

“Don’t you fucking move.”

I was shaking. It hurt, I wasn’t ready! It was too much! His cock was too big and it went in too fast! I was panicking, about to lean forward for relief, but again he knew my thoughts! How?!

“Relax, faggot. Relaaaaaax. Let it settle inside your little faggot pussy.”

The older man approached and leaned down into my face. He French kissed me again, long and deep, his tongue dancing with mine as my body, and asshole relaxed. “That’s it, baby,” he said pulling back and maintaining eye contact. He stood to his full height, his own 7″ cock stiffening before my eyes. 

“Not yet,” the younger man said. “You’ll be allowed to suck in a minute or two.”

And so, so slowly, he pulled back, his thick, long cock sliding almost all the way out of my ass, before he pushed it all the way back in again. Over and over he did this, in and out, slow, breaking me in, taking possession of my entire body. My ass was relaxed, fully split open and clenching around his girthy cock as he began to fuck me harder. 

The older man stepped closer and put his cock in face. “Suck, baby,” he said. I took it into my mouth and as ordered, sucked it, so deep the tip was leaking pre-cum against the back of my throat. I couldn’t help myself. I glanced at the huge mirror. 

And there I was. A twenty-four year old closeted, submissive faggot bottom, being spit-roasted by a pair of dominant tops. The younger man was really drilling me hard now. I could feel his balls slamming against my ass and could see his cock sliding in and out of me, glistening in the soft light, wet with lube and the moisture from my ass. I was in such ecstasy and breathing so hard I could barely focus on sucking the big cock in my mouth, but still managed to do such a good job the older man who wielded it was starting to twitch, getting close. The younger man saw me looking in the mirror and pounced. 

“Take a good look, faggot. That is who you are. Right there. Fucking say it!”

“This is who I am.”

He slapped my ass hard, now beet red with handprints. 

“Keeping that fucking cock in your mouth, faggot! Say it again, louder, and keep sucking!”

“This is who I am.” I choked out, the huge cock pulsing in mouth.

“AGAIN!” the younger man said, slapping my ass even harder, adding, “LOUDER!”

My ass cheeks were on fire. He was grabbing my hips, ramming his cock into me so hard now I could barely take it. 

“This who I am!” I squealed between gulps of the older man’s cock. 

“That’s right!” he said. “Your fucking friends all think you’re some kind of tough guy, don’t they? Answer me!”

“Yes, sir!” I conceded. “They do, sir!” 

“But that’s not you,” he said with a laugh. “THIS is you, right here! Keep your eyes open and look in the mirror!”

The older man was going to cum. I could tell. I looked in the mirror as ordered and saw that I was sucking his cock furiously, out of control, the older man responding by thrusting it deep into my throat, making me gag. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the younger man barked at me, verbally and physically dominating me as he stuffed that giant cock in and out of my dripping, wanton ass. 

“THAT is who are you, faggot! Right there!” the younger man ordered. “Say it!” 

“This is who I am!” I said. 

“I gonna cum, baby!” the older man grunted

The younger man shoved his cock balls deep into my ass and held it there. He grabbed my thong by both sides and said:

“Listen good, you sissy bottom faggot. You spill one drop and I won’t cum in your ass! You fucking hear me?!” 

“Yes, sir!”

“Tell me who you are!” 

“I’m a sissy bottom faggot!” I squealed with delight. 

“You LOVE this! Say it again!”

“I’m a sissy, bottom, panty-boy faggot!” I declared, knowing it was true. 

“Yeah, you are!” the younger man said gleefully. “And you’re MY sissy, bottom, panty-boy faggot!” 

“Here I cum!” The older man said, grabbing my head at both sides, thrusting his cock in deep as he exploded in my whore mouth. Hot and salty, his jizz spewed down my throat in a geyser, and I swallowed every delicious drop.  The younger man stayed behind me, holding me in place, watching me in the mirror, making sure I didn’t squander a drop of that yummy cum. 

And I didn’t. I licked and sucked every bit of jizz from that drained, softening cock. He pulled back, spent and gasping for air. The younger man resumed his domination of my ass, fucking me hard at once again. 

“Taste good, faggot?” he taunted. 

“Yes, sir.”

“Louder!” he commanded, slapping my ass again. “What tasted good?!”

“His load, sir! It tasted amazing, sir!” 

I was delirious. Swooning. I’d never experienced real domination. I’d fantasized about it forever, but the reality was light years beyond anything my mind had conjured. I was going to explode myself. 

“What do you need, boy?!” 

“I need you to cum in my ass, sir!”

“What else, faggot?!” 

“I need to lick your cock clean after you cum in my ass!”

“Yeah, faggot,” he said. “I know you do. Because this is who you are, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, sir!”

“SAY IT AGAIN!”

“This is who I am, sir!”

He was absolutely pounding me now. His cock was so stiff if felt like marble. His front side banging against my beet red ass, panties to one side. He grip on my hips tightened. He was close. I needed him to seed me. To mark me as his. 

“Beg for my load, like the good little faggot bottom you are,” he ordered, totally in control, focused now. Determined to mark his territory. 

“PLEASE, cum in my ass, master.”

“I can’t hear you, boy.”

Please, please, PLEASE cum in my ass, master! I need your cum in my ass, master!”

“WHO’S YOUR MASTER?” 

“You are, sir! You own me, master! PLEEEEASE come in my ass!”

“Take it, faggot!”

He drove himself all the way inside my asshole and burst. The load was massive, released in six, long spews. I felt the wad explode inside me. God, there was so much! His cock held semi erect and he slid it in and out, my ass now so slippery and wet it moved in and out of me effortlessly. After five more slow, deliberate thrusts he withdrew and moved my thong back into place. Immediately, I felt his sticky, hot cum drip out of my ass and soak the black lace resting against my pounded, throbbing asshole. 

“Beg for you meal, bottom boy.”

“May I please clean your cum and my ass off your beautiful cock with my tongue, master?”

“Good boy. Keep your eyes open and watch yourself in the mirror, faggot.”

“Yes, master,” I purred and turned to face my master. In that moment I’d have done anything for him. Anything. This was first person in my life to see me. All of me. The real me. The bottom faggot. The panty boy I’m so afraid to show the world. Me. This is who I am. He saw. He knew. And he gave me exactly what I’ve needed my whole life. He still was giving it to me. No more talk. Just me and his cock, with his delicious cum and my ass lube streaked all over it. And a job to do.

Lick it clean. 

I took it in my mouth and polished it to a shine. I licked every bit of cum and every trace of my pleasured ass from that magnificent cock. When I was done I looked up at my master, who’d been watching me with approval. 

“You want to cum now, boy?”

“Please, sir.”

“Crawl to the bathroom, in the tub. Be on your knees. We’re not done with you yet, faggot.” 

I did as ordered. I was in the bathtub on my knees. They both walked in, cocks flaccid and swinging in front of them.

The younger man spoke. “Open your bitch mouth, faggot.”

I opened it. Both men approach the tub, gripped their shafts and proceeded to piss hot streams of urine all over my face. 

“Drink it down, panty boy. Every drop.”

I gulped down as much as I could, but it was a downpour. Two streams of piss spraying me about the head and face was just too much. I kept my tongue out, hoping that’d be enough to please my master as the warm urine rained down all over me, a baptism to the truth of myself. 

“Now, faggot. Cum you little bottom bitch! NOW!!!”

I stroked my cock two times. That was all it took and my cock exploded in a creamy white spew that had to be seen to be believed. There was cum everywhere. I’d sprayed the tub all over in front of me. I was exhausted, spent, gasping. Their bladders were emptied, just a few drops left, and there I was. In a bathtub. Soaked in piss, both my stomach and ass pumped full of cum, and wearing dripping panties. 

“Now lick it up, faggot,” the younger man commanded. 

And I did. As I licked up my own load from the surface of the tub, the younger man chuckled, got dressed, and left. I never saw him again. The older man showered with me and we made love three more times, well into the night. It was the opposite of before. It was sensual, loving, and sexy. He even had clean, white lingerie (lacy boys shorts and thigh-high fishnets) for me to wear, too. He came in my ass twice, and once in my mouth. 

I saw him on and off for the next year, but only one on one. He was a sensitive lover, I think I fell for him, but I was too much of a coward to push ahead with him as I wanted to, and moved west. I am married today, to a woman, and live in the closet. My sexual encounters with men are far and few between, but there have been some amazing ones. I think of these men and what they did to me often, and how they are the only humans out there who know who I really am, just as that amazing younger man did.

I need to let the submissive bottom faggot out again again. And I know I will one day.

I am Jackie, a crossdresser.   I love wearing women’s boots with high heels with tight denim shorts and  tees.  I get my boots at Only Maker.  I love going to the website and seeing cute guys wearing their pretty boots and shoes.  There is one  guy with a picture of him wearing lovely black cowboy boots with 3” heels.  He makes these comments,

LOVE, LOVE, LOVEEEE!These are the best shoes ever! So sexy, fashionable, and comfortable! The heel is the perfect height…Would definitely recommend 1000%!!!

He looks so hot in his cowboy boots and cut off denim shorts.

Then there is a guy wearing knee high brown boots with 5” heels.

Love these boots!

They are so comfortable to walk in and wear all day and they look so good doing it. These boots quickly became my favorite choice to work my outfits around.

 Finally, a guy wearing over the knee pink platform boots comments,

“Wow these are really hot and sexy and the deep pink ones are really great for anything around the place day and night”

 There are so many cute crossdressing bitches in their high heeled boots that I can get off looking at them in their gorgeous boots. I  imagine licking their boots and then blowing them as I rub their  gorgeous leather boots.

Today I am at a gay bar wearing knee high white patent leather laced boots with 4” heels, my denim skirt, and a pink tee.  A gorgeous  guy with black hair, a shadow beard in jeans and high top black leather platform Chucks comes over.

“Hi,  I’m Jim.  Love your look, pretty boy,  Those boots are so hot.”

“Thank you.  I’ m Jackie.  I like your high black leather Chucks bro.  I have fetish for boots and hi top sneaks.  Love seeing  guys in boots”

We chat about fashion and what turns us on. 

Jim says, “I have many lovely boots.  Why not come back to my place so I can show them to you.”

“Sounds good”

When we get his place Jim takes me to his closet with shelves of gorgeous boots.  

“I love your knee high black laced Docs.  I would love to put them on you and lick them as I do”

“Sure bitch, I’d love that”

Jim takes off his Chucks and pulls on his Docs.    I slowly start to lace them up and lick the black leather as I do.  I  get so hard as I do his Docs.   Jim rubs his crotch as I do his boots.

“Fuck, you are expert boot licker, Jackie”

“I want your boots to shine when you fuck me.”

“I love fucking pretty bitches you like you in my Docs.  Now finish doing my boots and do my dick, you cocksucking whore”

I take his  lovely dick and lick it and kiss it.   It is so hard now.  I take the top now and suck it.  As a bottom bitch I am in heaven sucking a cock.  I live to have a cock in my mouth or in my cunt.  I am most alive then. 

Jim is moaning now.  I reach for his ass and hole and play and stroke his hole.

“I want your ass now, bitch.  Get on your back”

We take off our clothes except for our boots and my skirt.

I  pull up my skirt, lay on my back with my ass exposed and my legs and boots over my head and behind me  now.

Jim works my ass, massaging it and slapping it. He goes for my hole and starts rimming.  Oh it feels so good. I am getting wet inside aching for his cock to fill me.  Oh fuck.

“Fuck me now, fuck your pretty bitch.  She needs your cock now inside of her.”

Jim does not wait and plunges his cock in my hole.  I moan as he goes pumps me with his dick.  I want this so much, to be filled with a man’s meat. Oh yeah!

“Don’t stop fucking me.”

“I won’t.  I love the feel of your pussy. It so tight around my cock.  I can fuck you all night, bitch”

After fucking me for what seems like hours, Jim takes my boots in his hands and holds them.

“Fuck you look like such a bitch in these boots.  When I saw you in these cute white boots, I knew I had to fuck you.”

“Lick my boots and kiss my heels”

I grab for the top of Jim’s Docs so I can feel the black leather of his boots as he rides my ass.

Jim eagerly licks my boots and then kisses my 4” heels.  When I see his lips on my heels I explode.  OH FUCKKKKKKKK!

Jim pulls his cock out and he comes on my hole.   I love it when a guy dumps his load on my hole.

Jim takes his phone and takes a pic of his dick, his cum and my wet hole.. 

“I want that fucking pic, Jim.  I will get off seeing your cum on my hole.”

‘Sure.  You are one of the hottest bitches I have fucked.  Let’s do this again.  You can come over and pick out another pair of boots you want me to wear when I ride your pretty ass.”

“Oh yeah, I’d love that, Boss.”

It was a hot, afternoon train heading back to the coast. It was Friday and the carriage was packed with commuters and weekenders heading for the beach. I just managed to get an aisle seat with good views of my fellow passengers.

The train always provided good eye-candy – commuters and tourists alike – and being a horny 26 yr old I was always on the look out. I was lucky in that I had had a few exciting encounters – from the 18 yr old virgin to older guys in run-down stations.

I looked around and I noticed this guy suggestively licking and eating an ice cream – one of those Cornetto’s. The way he was licking the solid cream it looked like he was lapping at and licking a dick. Looking down to his trousers, as you do, I saw that he had a rather obvious hard-on jutting out at an odd angle. He appeared a well hung guy…

I quickly put my bag across my lap, my own dick chubbing up in sympathy. He obviously caught sight of me doing it and glancing at his crotch. He started to make love to that ice cream, rapidly adjusting the protrusion in his trousers then grinning.

He was probably the same age, maybe a little older, slim build, brown floppy hair, a sexy face and enticing smile. My cock was now feeling very restricted and distorted in my briefs. I quickly stuffed my hand down the front of my trousers, adjusting myself, making sure he saw. Anybody else would just think I was tucking my shirt in but he ‘knew’ the real reason.

We openly ‘flirted’ with each other, the rest of the passengers oblivious to the sexual ‘messages’ we were sending to each other.

As the train pulled into the station I pretended to be asleep – my eyes just slits but still watching. The carriage started to empty but he stayed seated. As the last two or three started to leave he got up. Judging by the distortion in his trousers he was very well hung. As he walked past my seat he grabbed his covered cock and gave it a quick jerk.

I followed him off the train, down the platform, through the barriers and down the steps to the station toilets. They were a regular stop off point when the ‘urge’ was too great, so I knew the layout well. If he was up for fun then he would head to the last cubicle in the block on the left – the one with the ‘peep’ holes.

Sure enough, as I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw him entering the cubicle, the one next to it occupied! “No go” I thought. The occupant of that other cubicle would get all the benefit. I decided I needed to wank one out anyway so stood at the urinal opposite.

I was giving my dick a slow jerking as the cubicle door opened and there, stood in the door frame was the guy, trousers and briefs now round his ankles, dick in hand. His brown hair matched the brown pubes and in the middle of those was a good 9 inches of uncut cock. I turned and gave him a look at my own, smaller, dick giving it a slow rub. I saw him smile, wink and lick his lips.

The other cubicle door flew open and a young lad quickly exited – flushed and slightly sweating. I saw the door close rapidly again and I heard the bolt slide home! As the lad went by I caught ‘that smell’ of spunk and saw a trace of it on his chin.

My guys cubicle door swung open and there he stood again, now stroking hard, beckoning me to join him. I almost ran in and he bolted the door behind us. He was straight to the point “You like getting fucked? Wanna go somewhere? My place?” “Yes, Yes and Yes!” I replied taking over stoking his cock for him. “Lets go, that perv next door is watching us. Poor kid before…”

As we walked to his place he told me he had seen the kid being fucked over the toilet then forced to clean the cock off. “The lad was crying – bastard perv fucked him too hard mate”. “Always risky fucking in the bogs” I said “Yeah, toilets should only be used for pick-ups” he laughed.

“By the way I’m Ian” he grinned. “Andy”.

It seemed Ian shared a flat with another guy – “Hardly ever in! Which suits me fine” he joked.

The flat was in one of the high rise blocks near the station. Two bedrooms and a stunning view across the town to the sea. “Fancy a glass of wine – put us in the mood…” “Yeah” I laughed. “Make yourself at home then…” By now I was feeling exceptionally horny and ‘in the mood’. I fact, I couldn’t wait to get his dick in me and took the bull by the horns – stripping off to my briefs. Not that those hid too much now. My dick was straining at the leash.

Ian walked back in with a couple of glasses and a bottle, bollock naked. “Bit over-dressed aren’t you? he laughed. “Soon deal with that!” I said as I whipped off my briefs. “Mmm nice..” he opined as Iturned and showed him my arse. “I do love a hairy arse!”

I have to admit I am quite hairy. Id started sprouting pubes at 12. The rest of my body followed suit quickly and by the time I was 14 I had a good sized bush, furry arse and hole, a developing hairy chest and pits. I was no smooth young twink!

He put the glasses and bottle down and was on his knees behind me, his hands parting my cheeks wanting a good look at my hole. “Oh fuck! beautiful mate!” His next move was to kiss my hole and then start licking it. Being rimmed is one of the greatest pleasures in my life and as I stood there I began to shake with the intense sensations. Ian was an expert.

Ian was opening me up, his tongue soon poking into me over those sensitive ‘lips’. The lusty feelings he was conjuring up were mind-blowing. My own dick was jerking and, now, l was leaking precum likes a tap. The feelings went off the scale as Ian started to add his fingers to the mix. As he swirled his three fingers inside me I was shuddering in pleasure and my legs went weak. I fell forward onto the sofa, my arse pointed up and out.

Both of us were horned to the max now and Ian wasted no time in positioning his meat at my hole. He eased the head in past my sphincter but once in he started to fuck, and fuck hard and urgently. “Fuck Andy, you have one fucking gorgeous cunt!” he bellowed as he slammed his cock deep in me. “And you’ve got one fucking amazing prick!”

He delivered his first load quickly. I felt the flood of spunk in me rapidly but I somehow ‘knew’ it wasn’t going to be the only one that night.

Breeder and bred, we sat n the sofa drinking the wine, exchanging experiences, comparing fucks. It seemed we had fucked or been fucked by a lot of the same people. So far Ian was definitely the biggest that had fucked me and for him, mine was one of the best ‘cunts’ he’d fucked for a long time.

All the talk of past fucks had got me fingering myself, feeling Ian’s spunk lining me. Ian’s cock was now at full mast again. I gave him a wicked grin and straddled it. “Already lubed” I smirked. I was soon riding his prick like crazy, my cunt not able to get enough of it. Being on top I could control the fuck this time and ‘edged ‘ him with my moves.

He lasted way longer this time until, finally, I ‘allowed’ him to breed me a second time. As I eased off him, full of his spunk, I farted! The broken wind was accompanied by his load – spattering his pubes and thighs. “Fuck! that was a load and a half” I said in amazement. “Yeah, and my balls aint empty yet…”

It was about 2:30 am, as we lay in his bed, he admitted I’d drained him.

I was awoken at 8:00 ish to and arm around my waist and his prick starting its morning work out on my cunt.

We were in mid-fuck when we heard the front door open and Ian’s flat mate come in. “Must have been an overnighter!” Ian panted as he shafted me.

We had left Ian’s bedroom door open and his flatmate now stood in the doorway observing us. As I looked at him I realised it was the 18 yr old whose cherry I’d popped. He gave me a wicked smile, grabbed his own junk and then closed the door.

Once again Ian bred me and as we lay and shared a ciggie I asked about his flatmate.

Apparently Ian had met him, on the train, after I’d fucked his virginity out of him, and ended up in the same bed a few times. Then his Mom found out he was gay, “Chucked him out”. He came here to see if he could sleep on the couch. As if I would have let him…”

I said he could stay for a bit, in the spare room, but then he’d either have to find a place of his own or pay rent. “At that stage he hadn’t got a job and his uni place had fallen through. I cut him a bit of slack, let him stay longer, paying ‘the rent’ in kind!”

“Anyway. One day I gets home early. As I opened the door I could hear the sounds of sex! I knew he had lads round anyway. I didn’t mind seeing the eye-candy” he laughed. “I was curious and crept along to his door, peeked through it. There he was, flat on his back, a hairy arse pumping away at him. Not a young arse either. James was just lying there, taking the cock, no passion or anything. Odd I thought, but left them at it.”

“I heard the guy leave and James wandered through to the lounge, still naked as usual. I could see the evidence on his arse that the guy had bred him. “Good fuck?” I asked. “Nope, he got what he wanted though – bred a fresh piece of meat” “So you got what you wanted!” I said – knowing his lust for spunk these days. James flushed bright red and stammered “yes”. To be honest i was curious about it all”.

“Couple of days later, the same thing happened! This time it was a younger guy but still no engagement on James’s part. When it happened a third time my curiosity got the better of me”

“”Do you like getting fucked?” I asked him “You looked like you were just here to take their cocks, pretty vacant sort of thing.” James was clearly nervous. “Oh fuck yes! I love getting fucked and the spunk but…” “But what?” He looked at me hesitantly. “I’m just there as a cunt  for them to fuck, get them off.” The penny dropped. “How much?” James had gone on the game”

Ian had been quite accepting, letting James stay. James had got to know other hustlers, rent boys, and they were often round the flat – “not for business” Ian had insisted. Ian had ‘sampled’ a few of the lads “freebies as James’s mate”.

“Some stunning lads! Never understood why they went on the game One told me purely for the money, another because he knew no other way – he brother was a rent-boy as well, a third one told me that it was because he was addicted to sex! They all had tales to tell.”

As did James. He told me that it was me that had really turned him onto sex. He loved getting fucked after that first time. Picked up guys on the train, in the toilets, even on the beach late at night. He’d once been fucked by this American guy in broad daylight, naked, on the beach. “That was fun” he joked. He told me he always a special place in his heart for trains and his first fuck!

I became a regular visitor to Ian’s flat. He threw a great fuck, or three. A couple of times I fucked James and, in a one off, we did a threesome.

Those train journeys had led to a ‘train fuck’!

I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair damp with drops of water running down my sculpted  body. Wrapped in a towel tied around my waist, I walked toward the large mirror on the wall, the wooden floor beneath my feet making familiar creaks with each step. The sound echoed through the room, a soothing echo that accompanied my progress. In front of the mirror, I stopped, staring at my reflection. I knew every detail of that face and body, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction every time I saw it.

Hello, I am Officer David Conrad, Dave for short, I’m 6’5 and I’ve always been THAT guy you know…The alpha of the pack. I must say that my imposing build left little to be desired. I have sculpted my body with care, square jaw, perfectly trimmed stubble, my boulder sized arms display prominent muscles that are outlined under the taut skin, my six pack is outlined with impressive clarity, evoking both discipline and aesthetics and then my fucking big ass, each curve drawn to perfection, It is firm and fleshy, offering a most exciting shape if I believe the looks, it is the part of my body that I have worked the most I think. But most magnificent asset that I endow is my 8 incher that had been the dream of the most and nightmare of the few. 
I can also count on the reputation that I have built up with the female gender, I am known for practicing hardcore sex and these women are more than proud when it is their turn to spread their legs and I can tell you that they always leave satisfied. I may be famous for my sex drive but it didnt make me excel in my married like. I and my gold digger wife parted ways long ago leaving me with my only pride that is my son, William. She tried hard but fortunately I got the guardianship of my son. 

My reputation is also based on my work, I am an authoritarian and powerful police officer who does not hesitate to abuse his power in certain cases, for fun, I love seeing these little criminals play tough and then soften when they realize the risks they are running, it makes me hard amd sexually powerful. Hardly anyone knows, I would fuck the bad boys promising their freedom that rarely happened. In addition I just got promoted as the station head, I will still be able to have fun with these criminals, those I find the most rough I force them to give me very slobbery blowjobs in exchange for a call or a benevolent report towards them, their pathetic face full of my cock makes me laugh too much.
I finished putting on my work outfit, I had chosen it very tight I want to see those hungry looks on those faces, I will drop my son off first then go to work.
“Hey son, I’m in the car, hurry up” I said to him.
My son and I have a great relationship, he is the son I had imagined (except for a few details), he is tall, nice bod with defined abs but not muscular enough in my opinion (as I am), and then we would not suspect him but he is quite introvert by nature, I worry about how he will handle girls, he has never tried to pick one up or even bring one home.
“I’m coming” I heard.
“Well, you seem pretty upset, son. Is something wrong in class?” 
“No Dad, it’s nothing…who likes going to high school honestly”
“Don’t say that, you’ll see that adult life is worse… Enjoy it, they’re the best years of your life, believe me… Do you have your keys? Normally I would have already come home but you never know.” I said.
“Yeah “
“Come on, let’s go, you’re going to be late.” 
*******
I walked proudly into the precinct and faced a lobby where activity never stopped. The noise of phones, keyboards, and conversations instantly faded, replaced by applause and whistles. My colleagues were happy for me and knew I deserved this position.
I walked forward confidently and thanked them with a nod, I had to find a way to not be too cool with them given my position but at the same time close enough.
“Get to work you bunch of freaks” I said jokingly.With a discreet gesture I pointed to Eddie my new office signaling that I wanted to see him. Eddie is my sure guy, under his Hulk looks he is as gentle as a lamb and always ready to serve, with my new position I told myself that he would deserve to be promoted too.
He knocked at my door a few moments later and I allowed him to come in. He closed the door behind him. He stood in the center of the room waiting for my next words.
“As you know Eddie, with my promotion, there is a vacancy at my next position, as you have always been efficient I think it goes without saying that this position will go to you, right?”
“Seriously sir, it would be an honor for me” said Eddie.
“You see I’m delighted but as you know nothing is…free”
That bastard was already starting to smile, he knows very well why he is here. I had already lowered the blinds for our privacy.
“Of course sir, I understand.” He said in his obedient boy voice.
That was all I needed to spread my legs and watch this stallion fall to his knees, pass under the executioner and undo the buckle of my belt.
*******
William walked through the gate of his high school without forgetting to let out a sigh, he still thought about his father’s words, how these years are supposed to be the best while poor William gets bullied every day.
If William has a physique that can impose a certain intimidation, he had neither the aura nor the character strong enough to assert it, and Caleb had understood that well. Caleb is THE highschool bully. He’s 5’10, brown complexion and authoritative. Better to be his ally than his enemy. He had a gang of five mad boys who were all like 6 feet tall, had athletic built and bullies like him. Despite, Caleb the odd one out owing to his height, he led them all. He was the gang leader amd evry other guy obliged to his commands. 
William wondered what he had done to deserve such relentlessness from Caleb and his gang to ruin his life, but the truth is, did he need one? There was this time when William was in the cafeteria, tray in hand, he was looking for a seat and in his search, Caleb already seated on a table tripped him up, spilling his entire meal. Of course this made everyone laugh and dive.
William in shame, he wanted to confront Caleb in a civilized way but Caleb is fierce and accompanied by his gang of fools, William would inevitably end up abdicating, he preferred to let it go.
He also had this time in the locker room after gym class. He was putting on his t-shirt, tired but happy that he had managed to concentrate during practice. Caleb and his rookies were already there, chatting loudly, pretending not to have noticed him.
As William closed his locker and headed out, he heard a noise behind him. A loud thud. His bag had been snatched from his hand by Caleb, who was now tossing it around like a ball. They laughed, cracking jokes about how William was “too slow to catch anything.” Every time he tried to reach out to retrieve his bag, he found himself pushed back and forth, tossed from hand to hand like he was just a toy in their clutches.
William felt trapped and the other students around him did nothing, preferring to avoid getting involved in the scene and it’s understandable, a guy of William’s height gets knocked around so they’re not the ones who will go looking for trouble. 
He asked Caleb to stop in a tone that was meant to be peaceful, but the hatred in his eyes betrayed him, Caleb did not appreciate that.
After what seemed like an eternity, Caleb tossed the bag into the still-wet shower. Watching its contents soak through, William stood there, his face burning with shame and rage.
“Next time you’ll talk to me differently, pathetic, otherwise it’s this pretty little face that I’ll burst, got it?” Caleb warned with his wild hounds hooting around. 
He wanted to react, to beat the shit out of Caleb but once again, he told himself that it would be useless. He took a deep breath, picked up his soaked bag, and left the place without a word. He let it go, as always. He couldn’t react they way someone would expect from a guy like him. 
For now he wasn’t hit yet but it wouldn’t be long, anyway Caleb stood in front of his locker, the sound of students crossing the hall echoing around him. He tried to concentrate on what he had to take for his next classes, but as always, his peace didn’t last. A familiar voice rose behind him, mocking and threatening.
“Hey, look who’s here, isn’t that the son of the New Station Head, our favorite toy?” Caleb said, a smirk on his lips, his faithful troop still behind him.William tensed, his fingers clutching the cover of his math textbook. His heart suddenly started racing high. 
Caleb stepped forward and, with a sudden movement, slammed William’s locker hard, making him jump. The noise echoed through the hall, drawing a few curious glances.
“What you all looking at?! Get out of here,everyone !.” Caleb ordered.
William sighed as he watched everyone walk away, leaving him alone with his tormentors.
“And as for you, I think you’ve been very vocal lately, I preferred it when you were on mute and obedient” Caleb said while spanking William’s round ass. Able felt strangely…excited.
“Well I have to go” William decided to play it cool and calm things down like hiding something. 
“But we’re only just getting started, bitch” Caleb snatched the textbook from William’s hands and threw it into the air. The book landed a few feet away, to the approving laughter of his friends.
“Come on Willie, fetch it,” Caleb taunted.
This was too much for William who could not stand it anymore without saying anything, seized by a surge of rage he rushed straight at Caleb and pinned him against his locker. Caleb was taken aback, getting pinned by the tall William.  His fellow gang members Sid and Joseph came to his rescue. They fetched the angry William apart.
“You’re going to stop your bullshit right now”, William said in a harsh but calm tone. 
“Oh yeah and what are you going to do, idiot”
The smirk on Caleb’s face felt strange to William to the highest degree, he tried escaping from the hold of the two bullies when his hand hit Caleb’s face.
“I’m sorry….”, 
“Ohhh Fucking bastard…you’re gonna pay for this !.” Caleb said through gritted teeth.
Caleb’s troop immobilized William completely. Caleb delivers merciless blows to William’s body, targeting sensitive areas like his ribs.
“AHHH…”
“feels good huh….here another one….You should keep your mouth shut. and another punch.
“Ohhh….Mhhhh….» William groaned 
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT” Caleb punched him in the face, close to the nose but not enough to break it.
Caleb’s pack threw poor William against his locker, where he was immediately pinned by Caleb’s warm body.
“This is the last time willie boy… that you dare to rebel, understood… the next time Im gonna fuck the shit out of you understood.” To emphasize his words, he pressed his penis against William’s ass that shuddered him.
We could hear Caleb’s friends adopting the behavior of little sluts to make fun of William. “Oh yeah Caleb” “Give it to me” “Fuck my ass, Caleb please”
“Let me go”, William said with frustration. 
Caleb banged William’s head against his locker and ran off with his gang. 
“Fuck off, damn it,” William raged.
“Why do you let them do that William? You are stronger and bigger but you do nothing to that jerk”, his friend Riley came to console him. William didn’t respond and stayed quite lost in his thoughts.
*******
Sitting quietly on the couch watching TV I was resting peacefully after this intense day of work. Luckily I had Eddie, he knew how to reward my hard work. I cummed on his face and he was so hotter that way.
I was patiently waiting for my son when I heard him come in and slam the door.
“Hey what’s wrong…Danm who did this to you” I saw some bandages on his face. “It’s nothing, it’s superficial Dad, the nurse has already done her job, I just defended myself”
“That’s not your style…well, I’m glad you don’t let them push you around, but…do they bother you at school?”
“But no, it’s nothing, I tell you, it can happen, you know Men’s stuff”
I watched him walk to his room and slam that door too. I didn’t know what to do, at the same time I thought to myself maybe it can happen to anyone to fight especially young men, I decided to put that story aside and order a pizza to comfort him.
*******
The next day again William comes home from school slamming the door, I was starting to get worried, it’s not his habit, plus these days he’s always angry, nervous, as if every person who gets too close to him was his enemy. I waited for him to calm down to talk about it. I heard his phone receive a notification and my luck was that he had left his phone and bag in the kitchen.
I got up from the couch and discreetly took his phone, it was locked but I knew his password. The messages were from a certain Caleb.
“Listen up, you better come tomorrow with a completely different attitude. Because if you keep playing the little rebel, I promise you that what happened to you so far was nothing.”
“You think you’re ashamed now? Wait until you see what I have planned for you if you don’t come.”
“It’s up to you. You see how generous I am, I’m offering you this chance. Otherwise, prepare yourself to live through hell.”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The station head’son was being threatened ? I could already feel the hatred rising inside me. This person has some nerve.
“William!!! Come here right now!” he yelled.
“What Dad?”
“What is this, explain to me, right now” I scrolled the messages before his eyes. William was getting nervous and was looking for something to say to defend himself.
“You’re not going to tell me it’s nothing, are you?” I continued.
“It’s just a figure of speech”
“You’re kidding me… you’ve been acting weird lately, I don’t recognize you, now I understand better.” I cried. What father can accept that.
“Listen Dad stay away from this…you’ll only make it worse I can handle it. He’s just some jerk who thinks he has power in high school you know the type.”
“How did he get your number…since the way he talks to you you can’t have given it to him or you’re stupid.”
“Stay away from this Dad, promise me…I can handle it.”
I hesitated for a moment, then when I saw his determined look, I gave up.
“Fine…But if I ever see that nothing changes, I’ll make it my business.”
“Ok”
Obviously I lied, tomorrow I’m going to his high school to put this Caleb in his place.
 *******
The next morning I let my son go to school alone, it would save me from being recognized by whoever counted. I put my routine clothes on and go with all the authority and confidence at William’s high school.
I made my way through the students, not knowing where to go, I had hoped to run into my son with the bully who was tormenting him, without success. So I turned to a student and asked him where I could find a certain Caleb.
He showed me the way and I went into the basement, I wondered what a student could do here, I advanced cautiously then when I was close enough to hear a voice and from where I was I could fully feel the authority emanating from it. I almost had a heart attack seeing the scene playing out in front of me.
My son was bent over a table by two boys taking spankings from who I assume was Caleb. My son was there alla lone being humiliated by a gang of four boys.
“Look at the new station head’son, Shawn. He likes it. Make sure you record everything. Im not gonna let him away with the complaint he made against me.” Caleb said. Caleb’s gang was also recording the scene with his phone and making fun of my son and his helplessness. I was petrified to see that. 
My brain couldn’t process the image it was seeing because it was so unimaginable, how a 6’4, large, muscular guy can let a 5’10 toy with him that way, that’s insulting, humiliating…I mean this guy is a shrimp next to my son. How could this happen? My son didn’t give off an alpha aura certainly but to be a beta.
“You think you’ve been punished enough, you’ll be a good boy?” Caleb asked.
“Yes”, My son replied out loud head down.
“Yes, what prick?”, Caleb gave one tight slap on his ass cheek. 
“Yes Sir, ohhh”, William’s body wriggled with a groan. He tried to push the goons away but the two boys tightly pushed him down and Caleb guy gave another round of spanks reminding my son that he was in charge and nobody is gonna help him.  
Hearing my son called that piece of shit “Sir” made me realize that the scene was real, I wanted to help my son I swear but something was holding me back and then I hoped deep down that he would fight back, for his honor.
“Listen to Daddy, boy….you’re gonna get on your knees, take off my pants and suck my BIG cock that I know you’ve been craving for a while.”
What did he just day? My son is not a cock sucker. He is a man’s man and hearing those words I knew William is gonna hit him with full might. No straight man can stand such bullshit. 
But to my great shock, I watched my son fall to his knees with an obedience that I myself would not have believed possible. He’s my Fucking Son, I raised it to my image, this is not my Son! 
“Please dont record that”, William’s hands reached for Caleb’s crotch. I was froze. I expected my son to hit him in the face and kick the shit out of him. But he did all was requesting them not to record. How could he willingly do that?
“Boy, it is for my use only. I will watch it when you are not available”, Caleb pulled my son’s face up with his hand and said woth a devious smile.
Watching that I realized something that Caleb is really….charismatic. What Caleb has, not everyone has it but every man would want it: power. Caleb’s voice was so full of confidence, not an ounce of malice, that it felt like it was natural for my son to obey him.

I was in a state of shock, my heart beating faster and faster when I heard the belt buckle undo itself, my breathing hitched as Caleb’s t-shirt flew into the air, revealing a body more muscular than I would have thought, well- defined abs and rather massive pecs. He was….beautiful.
“Shit” I muttered, opening my eyes wide.
If this asshole’s body was laughable to me, his cock was not. This asshole had a nice big, straight, veiny cock, comparable to mine, the kind that Eddie would gladly take up in his ass for. Normally, seeing this shit, I would have intervened and saved my son, but I just stood there watching, wanting to know what happened next. I hate to say it but I was excited to see how would my son take such a massive cock.
“Ohhh….Mhhhhh….lick it go on….you’ll see it’s good….yeah fuck go on Willie. You know you want that” Caleb was over the moon. I couldn’t believe that my alpha lookimg son was on his knees and kicking someone’s cock. The scene was unrealistic for me, my son, so tall, dropping down so easily to lick, swallowing that cock like it was his last meal triggered something in me. The natural course of things would have wanted it to be the other way around, the strongest dominates the weakest, My son dominating that little shit Caleb and that’s exactly why I found it….fascinating.
I watched the scene motionless, this interaction went beyond simple intimidation, just Caleb’s overwhelming aura filled the room. He exerted such a strong psychological hold that my son, although so robust, had no choice but to comply with Caleb’s will. It was subtle, precise, this invisible power struggle attracted me.
“Look at me…Yeah…go ahead choke on my dick…Mhhhh…that’s good…smile at the camera…yeah…that’s so fucking good…that’s my bitch…look at his pathetic face.” Caleb said.
I wasn’t even paying attention but I was getting hard, nothing could keep up with this view, not even Eddie’s blowjobs. It was so erotic.
“Ohhh fuck you gonna make me cum….keep it up baby….you a good boy huh… Mhhhh…love the sound u make…gag on my dick fag.”he laughed. William didnt like being called all those humiliating words by Caleb but he only complied to his orders. 
Caleb had his eyes closed, his mouth half open, moaning non-stop. His cock was using my son’s mouth like a pussy. My son had watery eyes, his jaw deformed by his cock, a submissive look… and it was the most beautiful image that these two could offer me. 
It’s what I’ve always preferred in sex, seeing the bottom accept his fate as a cocksucker but it’s the first time I imagined myself as one and it sent shivers down my spine.
I imagined myself in my son’s place, on my knees, with my back arched, a cock in my mouth and forcing myself to raise my chin to look at Caleb. Being tall, I rarely lower my head to look at my interlocutor, even if they were my superior. I’ve always been the one who made the decisions, been the commander and up to now I’ve never complained. And even with Eddie we practically have the same sex, now that I see it from an outside point of view, my mind fills with perverse images, experiences that I would never have dared to imagine.
“Mhhhhh…..fuckkkk yeah….I know you were made for this the second i see those glutes….Mhhhhh….Ohhhhhh…..yeah like that……take it all….gag on it…Mhhhh …..Oh fuck I’m going to cum….wait…pull out….stick your tongue out so we can see how desperate you are for my cum….Mhhh……MHHHHHHHHHHH….OHHHHHHHHH….. FUCKKKKKK……MHHHHHHH H……BIG LOAD FOR A BIG BOY….Mhhhhhh….Ohhhh….feel good”
I watched as Caleb’s big cock spurted huge amounts of cum all over my son’s face, defiling him. As a father I felt extremely bad for having implicitly participated in my son’s downfall, I just felt like if I got any closer. I looked down at my crotch and was shocked to see a big wet spot. I oozed precum watching two men in action, not a straight guy would do.  
William remained wisely on his knees, accepting another man’s seed on him.
“That’s  a good faggot…see you tomorrow.” Caleb gave him a non-violent but meaningful slap, meaning “I own you.”
Caleb left and I hid so he wouldn’t see me. I would like to avoid explaining to him why I didn’t intervene to defend my son, I would like to say that it’s shock but no, it’s something else. When I heard my son zipping his pants, I took the opportunity to leave discreetly and find a quiet place to think.

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