Author: admin

  • The Perfect Date

    I was lying on my bed when my roommate walked out of our shared bathroom with just a towel draped over his shoulder.  Todd and I had been rooming together since our freshman year at college.  So, looking at his long uncut dick swinging back and forth with his large hairless balls hanging low between his legs didn’t shock me at all.  His trimmed pubes and hairless body were all too familiar to me to warrant a second look, plus the fact I’m not into guys!

    “Come on David, just come to the party with us tonight.” Todd tried again to get me to go out.  “It’s Friday night for gods’ sakes; it’s time to get back out there.  Janice left you 2 months ago, and you have been out since.  Don’t take this wrong buddy, but You really need to get laid!” 

    “Yea, fuck you!”  I answered.  “She was the best thing for me, and I still miss her so much.” 

    “Yea, that’s all good, but she’s moved on and you haven’t.”  Todd said as he rummaged through is underwear draw looking for the perfect pair. “Look, I’m just your best friend, and believe me when I tell you, you need to get laid.” 

    “Why are you so concerned with my sex life.  And how the hell do you know I haven’t been fucking every chick on the 3rd floor?”  I asked, as he pulled out a sleek black thong. 

    “Look, I didn’t care when you and Janice fucked every night in the bed next to me last semester.  But now all I get to hear is you tossing off another load night after night, which is fine, but dude you need to get laid.”  Todd explained truthfully

    “Look, I don’t complain when you and Robbie fuck all the time while I’m pretending to sleep, and I never heard you complain about Janice before.”  I said, wondering where this was coming from. 

    “I liked Janice, she was a cool chick, with a great body.  I see why you’re morning her loose, but dude you need to get past her, and get out there again.  There’s lots of pussy on this campus, and it’s waiting for you to come and get it.  So please get your horny ass out of bed and come out with me tonight.”  Todd pleaded as he pulled on his soft looking jeans over the tight bulge in his thin black thong.

    “Alright already.  Jesus, if it means that much to you.” I finally relented. “But I have to shower and clean up a little, it’s been a long time, and I’ve kinda let myself grow wild.”  I said, as I got up off the bed, wearing just a pair of ratty boxers. 

    “Good, it’s about time.  That mess of hair around your cock is way out of control.   That will definitely scare the chicks away once you drop your pants.”  Todd said with a laugh.

    “Yea, but I don’t want to look like a pre-pubescent teen like Robbie.”  I said, as the image of Robbie getting out of David’s bed flew into my head, with his completely smooth and hairless crotch. 

    “I didn’t say for you to go full Brazilian, just trim the curly ones, and shave your balls dude.”  David suggested. “They’re way overgrown!”

    I have to admit it did feel good to be getting out again.  Just showering, and cleaning myself up gave me some confidence when I looked in the mirror before getting dressed.  From my dark, wavy hair to the slight stubble on my face, I was looking pretty damn hot.  And as I looked down, I liked the smattering of hair around my pecks, and my smooth tight abs, that sank down into a tight V line leading to my now, nicely trimmed pubic hair.  Making my cock stand out, as hung down over my freshly shaved balls.   Suddenly my soft 6-inches jumped as I gazed into the mirror at myself.  Yea, Todd’s right I do need to get laid! 

    Tonight’s party was at a local frat house and was going strong when Todd and I arrived.   We both desperately needed a beer, so we made our way inside in search of a keg.   The long line indicated we were headed in the right direction; so we queued up behind the last guy in line.  

    “Hey babe!”  I heard Robbie’s voice before I saw him.

    “Fuck, you look so hot!” Todd said as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and kissed him hard on the lips.  

    “Get a room.”  I said, as their kiss continued. 

    “Why you want to watch again?”  Robbie said when he finally pulled his tongue out of Todd’s mouth. 

    “You don’t give me much of a choice.” I said, bantering with Robbie. “I’ve been waiting for the invitation to join you but alas, it’s never been offered.

    “Ha! Don’t we wish.”  Robbie said, as he handed one of the two Solo cups of beer he was holding to Todd.  “Catch you later Dave, and maybe tonight’s the night.” Robbie said, then he winked at me, as he pulled Todd out of line, and I watched as they got lost in the crowd.

    “So, a threesome later?”  I heard the guy say that had now taken David’s place. 

    I turned around to see a guy about 2 inches shorter than me, standing in a pair of jeans, and a waffled black T-shirt. 

    “Sadly, that’s not my thing.”  I said. Turning back around seeing that I was still at least 5 away from the keg.

    “What the threesome or dudes?”  he asked me

    I turned around again, taking a better look at him this time.  His curly blond hair was all over his head, with a few stragglers hanging down in his face.  His skin was flawless, and his eyes were ocean blue.  He was clean shaven, and his lips were supple but not pumped out like some of the chicks around campus.  His chin was tight which accented his slightly Roman-looking nose.   As I continued to assess him, I could see that he had a swimmer’s build, no bulk but I could almost tell he was tight under his shirt, and his shoulders were impressive.  I’m guessing a competitive swimmer, mainly the breaststroke competition. 

    “Both, I guess.  Well actually I’ve never had a threesome, so I shouldn’t count that out yet.”  I said, and we both laughed. 

    “Is this line even moving.  What the fuck are those guys doing up there.  Just fill your damn cup and move on, so we can get some beer!”  he said, looking around me towards the front of the line. 

    “My thoughts exactly, what does it take to fill a cup with beer.”  I said as we both gazed at the stagnant line in front of us. 

    “Hey, follow me.  I know where they keep the brother’s keg, and there’s never a line.”  The swimmer said, and we both turned, and I followed him towards the back of the house. 

    He turned the corner from the living room and opened the door to his left.  We walked down a short corridor and then took a right into a small room; it was void of people but had a pony keg sitting on a folding table.  We both grabbed a cup, and I let the swimmer fill his cup first, and then I pulled on the tap, and watched as the golden liquid filled my cup until a nice white frothy head lined the rim of my cup. 

    “Nice!”  I said as I pulled the cup away from my lips, as the cold beer cascaded down my throat.  

    “To a threesome!”  The swimmer said, putting his cup up as we cheered together.

    I laughed and took a nice swig off the cold beer. 

    “Yea!”  The swimmer finally said as he pulled the now empty cup from his lips.  Only to put it under the tap again for a refill. 

    “Dude, you’ve got the right idea.”  I said and downed the rest of my beer and took a refill for myself. 

    As we walked out of the room, the swimmer boy turned and introduced himself.

    “Hey, I’m Michael, nice grabbing a beer with you.”  He said and extended a fist. 

    “Cool, I’m David, thanks for the inside keg knowledge.”  I replied, and we bumped fist.  “I haven’t seen you around, are you a freshman?”  I asked him, as we stopped in the corridor to talk. 

    “No, I’m a transfer from upstate.”  He said. “But I’ve been around, it’s not that big of a school. 

    “Yea, I guess I’ve been kind of a ghost this semester.” I said, realizing I really haven’t been out since the beginning of school when Janice dumped me.  

    “You play any sports?” Michael asked.

    “I was on the soccer team last year, but somehow things got complicated this year, and I didn’t try out for the team this semester.”  I admitted. “You?” 

    “Well, that sucks! What happened?”  Michael asked.

    “It’s complicated. Let’s just say there was a chick involved.”  I said, feeling myself sink a bit. “What about you, sports?” 

    “Yea, I’m on the swim team.”  Michael said.

    “I knew it!  Let me guess, you compete in the breaststroke!”  I said.

    “Yea!”  Michael laughed. “How the fuck did you guess that?” 

    “Your shoulders.  They’re massive.”  I said, looking down at them. “Along with your swimmers build.  I bet you have a tight six pack under that T.” 

    When he suddenly lifted his shirt, I gasped. His stomach muscles bulged in tight lines that ran across his ribbed, flat, smooth stomach.  I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away, as they scanned his firm body, finally focusing on his two perky nipples he had exposed, definitely my weakness.  So, I quickly lowered my gaze looking at his hairless abs leading down into the top of his loose jeans and the band of his white Calvin Klein’s protruding out of his pants. 

    “Yea, definitely a swimmer.” I said, as he dropped his shirt. Suddenly wondering why I was so disappointed that he had done that. 

    “So, what happened that took you away from the soccer team?” he asked as we stood on opposite walls looking at each other.

    “It’s a long story, not really something I want to talk about tonight.  Let’s just say it had to do with a girl, and it fucked me up bad this semester.”  I tried to explain as little as possible. 

    “Yea, that happens.  Well, I’m glad you came out.  Let’s go see what’s happening at the party.  Maybe there’s a chick out there looking for a threesome.”  Michael said jokingly and we both laughed as we headed back to the main part of the house.  

    I caught up with Todd and Robbie out in the backyard.  They were smoking a joint, with two other guys that I knew were also dating as well.    I introduced them to Michael, when Robbie passed the join to me.   I looked at the joint, not sure…

    “Just take a hit!”  Todd said. “Remember it’s Friday night.”

    I looked at Todd, and I knew exactly what he meant. So, I put the tightly wound joint between my lips and sucked in hard.  The warmth of the smoke filled my lungs, making me feel alive again.  I held it for a few seconds too long, and coughed as I exhaled the smoke, before passing the joint to Michael.  

    I watched as he put his perfect, pink lips around the small part of the joint, and slowly inhaled.  His face lit up by the hot ash of the joint and almost giving him a glowing tint.  His eyes squinted as he held the smoke in his lungs, but as he exhaled, I could see the gleam in them as he relished the sensation of the pot started taking effect.  

    The cloud of smoke that came out of his mouth was billowing, and I watched as it floated away from us.  He smiled at me and then turned the joint around and put the ash end in his mouth and looked at me.  I moved closer and opened my mouth.  The smoke came out in a long thin stream as I sucked it into my lungs.  I looked into Michael’s eyes as we did the shotgun, he was staring right at me, with a sparkle in his beautiful blue eyes. 

    With my lungs full of smoke, I backed away.  However, our gaze was locked into each other’s eyes, until Michael turned away, handing the joint to Robbie.  Who took a long toke before handing it off to Todd.  After a short hit, Todd looked at me and cocked his head with a questioning look on his face. 

    “What?”  I asked.

    “Nothing.”  Todd said slowly, but he still had a very weird expression, as he continued to stare at me. 

    Michael and I hung out with the guys for a while and then broke off to find another beer.  We made our way to the brother’s room, which was once again empty.   I was pretty fucking high, and the beers were starting to take effect as well.  And that’s when I realized I was really having a good time, it had been a long time.  I was happy and feeling good for the first time this semester. 

    “You know, I’ve got to say I having a great night.”  I said out loud, just to make it official.

    Michael handed me my cup back full, with a nice head on it.  I took a long pull, and when I pulled the cup away, Michael was staring at me, with his deep blue eyes.  I don’t know if it was the beer or the pot, but I felt it deep within me, and it felt good.  And before I knew what I was doing, I moved in and kissed him.  Lightly at first, but then it got real fast, as our tongues tangled together and I put my hand on the back of his head pulling him in, deepening our kiss.  

    But it wasn’t the kiss that shocked me, it was the sensation in my groin as my cock began to harden in my jeans.  I immediately pulled back, breaking our kiss.  I stared at him, with a questioning looked on his face. 

    “Hey dude, I’m sorry… but…yea sorry. I…yea, it’s not me.”   I said and turned and quickly left the room. 

    I was outside it seconds and didn’t look back as I headed back to the dorm.  Questioning myself the whole way.  I wasn’t fucking gay, not that that would be bad, but I’d never had the slightest interest in dick.  I’ve had many opportunities to get off with other guys, but pussy was my thing.  I loved pussy!  Yea, I really loved pussy, I wasn’t gay.  So, what the fuck was I doing kissing a dude.   And getting fucking hard while doing it! 

    Slamming the door to my room, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, dropped my jeans, and was instantly naked because freeballing was my choice in underwear.  I got in bed, pulled up my Pornhub app and found my favorite jerk of video with two blond chicks going down on each other.   And thanks to  my self-control, I came when the blonds came.  Shooting a long stringy line of cum all over my chest, just as she squirted a deluge of her juice all over her partners face.  

    “Fuck yea!” I said out loud, feeling better as I wiped the mess off my chest with the cum rag that I kept under the corner of my mattress. 

    I woke up that night to the familiar sounds coming from Todd’s bed.  I cracked my eyelids, to see Todd kneeling between Robbie’s bent legs, as his hips were plowing hard into his boyfriend.  They had never cared to be discreet when having sex, as the groaning and swearing filled the room, as they both fucked hard on the bed. 

    As per my usual, I was rock hard in seconds  Not because they were guys, but the sounds of sex had always turned me on.  It didn’t matter if it was two girls, two guys, or two dogs, sex got me hard.  So slowly I moved my had down to my aching cock, and gently rubbed it, as the noise for Todd’s bed got more intense. 

    “OH fuck I’m gonna cum babe, I can’t…..oh fuck!”  I heard Todd yell as I watch him pound is body into Robbie’s, as the slapping of skin and the sloppy jerking sounds of Robbie’s cock filled the room as my balls churned, and I knew I was so fucking close. 

    Their orgasms weren’t quiet, so when I shot my load again, I was moaning right along with them, as another load of cum shot across my stomach, just as I watched Robbie’s cock explode and shoot ropes of cum all over himself.  

    “Fuck!”  We all said at the same time.  But they were too into their recovery period to hear me, or even notice I was part of their sexual activities. 

    “You want it?”  Todd whispered finally.

    “I want everything you have babe.”  Robbie said. 

    I turned my head slowly and opened my eyes just a slit and watched as Todd pulled the cum filled condom off his still hard cock.  He held it up, and I could see the tip was full of his thick white seed. 

    I couldn’t take my eyes off them, as he positioned the condom over Robbie’s face, turned it upside down, and squeezed the thick spunk down the clear sheath, eventually draining it into Robbie’s open mouth. 

    Oh my god, I could feel my cock getting hard again, as the rest of my cum oozed out of the tip, dragging it across my stomach with each jerk of my stiffening cock.   Then Todd kiss Robbie, and I could see his spent cum seeping from his lips as their tongues danced hungerly, devouring the contents of the Todd’s spent condom. 

    I was once again rubbing my hard cock watching at the two of them continued to deal with the mess of their love making.  After ingesting the cum ejaculated into the condom, Todd pushed himself up and looked down at Robbie’s stomach.  Streaks of his cum were splattered up and down his chest and the focus of Todd’s desire.  Bending down, I watched as his tongue scooped up large globs of Robbie’s stringy, white spunk, and when he had licked up all the ropes, puddling on his boyfriend’s chest, he pushed up and once again kissed Robbie sharing his own cum with him. 

    I couldn’t take it anymore; I was going to blow another load, and it was going to happen fast.  Only focusing on one thing, I threw the sheet off my naked body, and jerked my cock so fucking hard, as I lifted my ass off the bed, pointing my cock at my face.   And when my balls pulled up tight against the base of my cock, I screamed as an explosion of thick cum shot so hard from the head of my cock.  Instantly my face was covered and dripping in cum.  Shot after shot, splattered on my face, and into my open mouth as I continued to jerk up and down on my spewing cock, as I let the collection of spunk in my mouth slide down my throat.  

    I woke the next morning to a crusty, smelly mask covering my face.  I looked over at Todd’s bed, only to see the two of them spooning together, snoring softly.  I quickly got out of bed, grabbed my clothes and when into the bathroom.  

    Both boys were still asleep when I emerged showered and clothed.  After softly closing the door, I walked down to the cafeteria for breakfast.  It was still early for a Saturday morning even though it was 8:45. But with a tray full of eggs, bacon, and a large cup of black coffee I sat down at one of the many empty tables around me. It wasn’t 5 minutes later when a guy that I recognized from my chemistry class sat down next to me. 

    “Hey Rick, what are you doing up so early on a Saturday morning?”  I asked as he settled. 

    “Swim meet today, starts at 9:30.”  he answered as he looked down at his plate full of fruit.

    “You’re on the swim team?” I asked, wondering if he knew Michael.

    “Yea, joined last year.  We’re doing pretty well this year, I have to say.”  Rick said

    “Do you know a guy named Michael?”  I asked, for what reason I cared, I didn’t understand. 

    “Yea!  Actually, he’s the reason we’re doing so well.  He flies on the backstroke.”  Rick answered and then concentrated on eating his fruit as quickly as possible.  “You know him?” 

    “Not really just met him at a party last night.”  I said, suddenly realizing I had butterflies in my stomach. 

    I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking as I entered the natatorium.  The hot humid air hit me as I walked towards the bleachers.   With only a smattering of people there, I walked up the stairway of the bleachers and took a seat in the middle of the row.  Looking around, I could see guys and girls standing around, talking, and stretching.   Then I saw Rick, in his blue warm-up suit, recognizing the school colors.   As I focused on only the blue team, I realized how much I wanted to see Michael.  Scanning the area, I couldn’t find him and started to doubt what I was even doing there.   That was until I saw a slender young man emerge from the locker rooms, in his team colors.  I watched as he walked up to the group, who greeted him warmly.  

    It was only 5 or so minutes before the coaches came out, and the team started stripping off their jackets and pants exposing their tight blue Speedos with a white strip down each side.  I watched Michael intently as his jacket fell off his shoulders, exposing his tight abs, and perfect upper torso. And when he stood up, after pushing his thin sweatpants down, I gasped at his perfect, almost naked body.   

    I watched as he milled around until his race.  His stance on the block was impressive, his dive at the sound of the whistle was long, shallow, and precise as he emerged from the dive seconds later with his stroke rate constant as he sailed through the water.  Soon he was lengths ahead of his competitors and when he made the flip without effort, he pushed off the wall, giving himself another couple of length from his closest competitor. 

    And when he finally touched the wall to claim his victory I jumped up and screamed, whooped, and hollered with excitement.  Maybe too much as everyone, including the swimmers and the teams looked my way. 

    And when Michael, who was still in the pool, turned my way, his smile was radiant when he spotted me.  I smiled back, and suddenly my heart began beating rapidly as I looked down at the wet pool boy who was turning my life upside down.  

    “Wow, I have to say I am completely impressed.”  I said to Michael after the meet, when we met by the pool  

    With just a towel over his shoulder, and his skimpy blue and white Speedo on, I was completely memorized by his body.   So much so that I got lost in my lust and missed the question he asked me.

    “Oh…I’m sorry.  What did you say.” I stammered, pulling my gaze off his body.

    “How did you know we had a competition this morning?”  he asked, his smile still splashed on his face. 

    “I met Rick in the cafeteria, and he let me know you guys had a meet today.  So, I thought I’d come out to support our team.”  I said and then whispered.  “And you.”

    “Wow, thank you.  I love enthusiastic fans.”  Michael said and then touched my arm softly.

    “Speaking of food, would you like to go for a coffee, or something to eat?”  I asked. “My treat to celebrate your win.”  

    “Sure!”  Michael said, with an even bigger smile on his face, than was already there.  “Just give me 10 minutes to take a quick shower and change.   

    When he emerged from the locker room, my breath hitched.  There was something about this guy that was taking me into unknown territory.  But I was willing to, no I don’t think I had a choice; I had to follow this through and see where we landed. I’d never been attracted to another guy in my life, and now I couldn’t take my eyes off of this one. 

    “Ready?”  Michael asked as he walked up to me, his wet, curly blond hair completely disheveled on his head, making me swell with delight that we were going to be together again. 

    Then I did something that was natural for me to do with a date, I put my arm around his shoulder as we walked out of the aquatic center. 

    We talked nonstop at breakfast as I still couldn’t take my eyes off him.  He told me about growing up in Boston, with his parents who were both doctors.  How he loved to sail and swim, since he spend every summer at their house overlooking the bluff in Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vinyard. 

    My life story wasn’t nearly as exciting, but he listened with genuine interest as we continued to get to know each other.  And just after the waitress poured our third cup of coffee, Todd and Robbie showed up at our table and pushed themselves into the booth with us. 

    “Good morning.”  Todd said.  “You left early this morning.”  He said, looking over at Michael then at me.  Luckily not mentioning my voyeuristic activities of last night. 

    “Woke up hungry so I went to the cafeteria where I ran into Rick, who told me about the swim meet today.  And ran into Michael there.”  I explained.

    “Ahhh…okay.”  Todd said with a weary voice, as he looked at me with suspicion. 

    “Hey, do you mind if we join you guys?”  Robbie said innocently. 

    “Sure!” I laughed, since they were already sitting in our booth. Then I had an idea, that I said without a second thought. 

    “Why don’t we change seats, so you two can sit together.” I said, looking at Todd and Robbie.

    Todd gave me that questioning look again but got out of the booth to let me slide out.  Micheal looked at me and smiled, when I sat down next to him.  And when I spread my knees apart under the table and met Michael’s we both kept them there, together feeling the warmth of our contact throughout my body.   Even with my cock, that jumped in my jeans. 

    There was a lot of small talk between he four of us, as Todd and Robbie ate breakfast, and we continued to sip our coffee.  Todd asked Michael a lot of personal questions, with the intent of trying to figure out what was going on with us.  But Michael gave no indication of sexuality, or any interest in me other than friendship. 

    But that wasn’t what was going on over the table.  Under the table our knees were stuck together like glue, and my cock as now rock hard, and leaking profusely on my inner thigh.  I so wanted to put my hand under the table, and feel the warmth of his leg, but Todd would have jumped on that immediately.  And I wasn’t ready to answer any questions about what was going on, because I couldn’t explain it to myself, nor less to someone else. 

    I was glad when Michael declined Todd’s offer to join them today.  He said they were headed to the mall’s movie theater for a sci-fi thriller.  

    “I have a lot of studying to do today, but thanks anyway.  Maybe next time.”  Michael said politely. 

    Todd looked at me. “I think I’ll pass too.  Not a big fan of Sci-fi.” I said, hoping Todd wouldn’t see right through me.  But I was definitely wrong, and his look told me so. 

    “Do you really have to study?”  I asked Michael as we said goodbye to Todd and Robbie.

    “No.” he laughed. “I thought we could head over to the park and hang out.” 

    I smiled at him and took his hand as we walked leisurely the short distance to the park.   Being a Saturday, it was littered with college students paying Frisbee, studying, and some just soaking up the sun as they talked with friends. 

    We found a shade tree, away from most of the people and sat down.  I looked at Michael and again my heart skipped a beat or two.  Which started to freak me out, and obviously it showed up on my expression.

    “What’s wrong?” Michael asked me with genuine concern. 

    “To be honest, nothing really.  I’m just not sure what we’re doing.”  I said feeling the need to talk this out. 

    “Your freaking out about being attracted to me, aren’t you?” Michael asked.

    “Yea, kind of.”  I said, honestly. 

    “Look, I not one to beat around the bush, I like you.  And I think you like me.” Michael said.

    “Yea, I do.  And that’s what’s freaking me out.”  I said. “I’ve never been attached to a guy.  I’d never even kissed a guy until last night. I’m not gay!” 

    “Hey it’s cool. If you can’t do this, I completely understand.”  Michael said, as he looked at me affectionately. 

    “Yea, you say that but it’s not cool.  It’s not okay because I really like you, in every way.  I’m so attached to you, and I don’t understand why.” I said, almost in distress.

    “I don’t know what to say to that, other than I really like you as well.” Michael said as he took my hand in his.

    I looked down at our hands, with our fingers intertwined.  Then I looked up, seeing his bright blue eyes questioning me.  It was beyond my control, I couldn’t have prevented it if I had wanted to, I leaned in, put my hand on the side of his face and drew him into me.  Our lips met and I kissed him tenderly as he kissed me back too. 

    I laid him back onto the grass and hovered over him.  Looking down into his eyes, noting the kindness and desire that were so evident that I had to kiss him again.   This time it was a deeply passionate kiss, and he excepted my tongue deep into his mouth as we tried desperately to devour each other.  My cock was rigid as I crawled on top of him, pushing into him, kissing him hard.   His legs spread, and I fell in between them, as I pushed my hand up his shirt, caressing his tight, slender body.  

    Suddenly I snapped again and pulled back from our kiss, rolling over on my back.  With my eyes shut tight, I was so deep in my head, wondering what the fuck I was doing.  And when I opened them, Michael was sitting up, looking down at me. 

    “I’m sorry.”  He said.

    “Don’t say that, it’s not your fault.  It my fucking head, I just can’t grasp the concept that my heart is feeling.” I tried to explain, but how could I explain it to him when I didn’t understand it myself.  

    “Look I really do have to study.  Why don’t we take a break and maybe meet for dinner at the steak house on Elm, let’s say 6:30.”  Michael suggested.

    “Yea, maybe that would be best.  Give me time to figure things out.”  I said, feeling terrible but knowing that I need time. 

    “And if you feel you can’t do this, I will understand.  Really!”  Michael said as he got up, brushing off his pants.  “So hopefully I’ll see you tonight.” 

    I watched him walk away, my mind going a million miles a second.  Why couldn’t I get over this gay thing.  I don’t care if anyone’s gay, hell my best friends gay, so does it make any difference if I’m gay.  But it did, I’d never been attacked to any guy.  Yes, I admit I’ve snuck a glance at a hot guy in the locker rooms occasionally, but that didn’t mean I wanted to suck his cock.  So, what the hell was it about Michael that I couldn’t get over.  I just didn’t understand what was going on with me. 

    Todd was alone in the room when I finally got back to the dorms.  I had walked around for hours, trying desperately to figure out what was happening to me, but didn’t feel any better about it when I sat down on my bed. 

    “You look like you need a friend!”  Todd said, looking at me.

    I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was the feeling of desperation, but I put my face into my hands and just started crying.  Suddenly I felt the bed sink, and Todd’s arm wrap around me and hug me tight against him.  He didn’t say anything, he just let me get it out, and when I started to breathe again, he pushed back and looked at me. 

    “Okay, believe it or not, I kinda know what you’re going through.”  Todd said empathetically

    “You know?”  I asked.

    “David, I’ve been your roommate for three years now.  And I know you’re my best friend, and I think I’m yours, so yea I know you have feelings for Michael.  And that you’re struggling with them big time.”  Todd said, looking at me as I lowered my head.

    “Okay that may be true, but I’m not gay.”  I said emphatically.

    “So, you may be bi? That’s not a big deal.  You like this guy, and why not explore this option of your life.”  Todd told me. 

    “You don’t understand, I’m not gay, I’m not bi!  I not into guys, I never have been.”  I said, trying to make him understand my dilemma. 

    “Seriously!  I saw you watching us last night, and we both watched you.  It looked to me like you were definitely into what we were doing.”  Todd told me.

    “Yea, true but I was getting off on the sex, not the thought of you to being gay.” I tried to explain.  “I didn’t want to come over and join you, or suck your dick, I was just getting off on you guys getting off.” 

    “So then where do you go from here?”  Todd asked.

    “I don’t know.  Michael wants me to meet him at the steak house tonight.  He said he’d understand if I couldn’t handle it, but I know it would really disappoint him if I didn’t show up.”  I explained. 

    “Do you like him, I mean can you see yourself having sex with him?”  Todd asked me.

    “I like him a lot, I can’t deny that.  And there’s definitely some sexual desire there as well.  But….” 

    “Look just go with it, see what happens.  He seems like a really nice guy and you two look so happy together.”  Todd said, making me feel like it’s okay to give this or him a chance. 

    The foyer of the restaurant was dark as I walked my way towards the small light on the hostess stand.  The elderly lady offered her assistance. 

    “Um I’m supposed to meet a friend here, but I don’t know his last name.  He’s got blond…”

    “Oh yes honey, just follow me.”  She interrupted my babbling, thank god. 

    Michael was sitting in a booth, with a glass of red wine in front of him.  And as the hostess brought me around, a smile broke out on his face that was so infectious that both the hostess and I smiled as well.  Getting up, he thanked the hostess, and the stepped towards me and gave me a hug, which I returned. 

    “I’m so glad you came.  I must admit, I did think you would.”  Michael said truthfully.

    “I wasn’t going to, but Todd helped me through my insecurities and…well here I am.”  I said, once again looking into Michael’s deep blue eyes as that strange feeling in my stomach returned.

    “Well then, I will have to thank him next time I see him.  Now what do you want to drink.”  Michael said as the waiter approached the table. 

    Dinner was amazing, we talked and laughed as the time flew by until we were at the last table still there.  And when the waiter brought the check, I reached for it, but Michael was insistent that tonight was on him.  And any amount of arguing I tried didn’t change his mind. 

    We stood outside the restaurant in the cool air, talking more.  Until Michael asked me to come to his place.  I knew what the offer meant, and I hesitated for just a moment until I remembered what Todd had said to me. 

    “Sure, I’d love to go back to your place.”  I said, as we both smiled at the same time. 

    I followed him in my car, as we drove down a couple of small streets, until he stopped in front of a very cute weather shingled, new England style cottage, with a white picket fence surrounding the lush green yard, with two large oak trees on each side of the walking path. 

    “Wow nice place.  Do you live here alone?”  I asked as we caught up with each other on the walkway. 

    “Yea, my parents bought it for me to live in while I finished up my junior and senior years.”  Michael explained. 

    “Wow nice.” I said as Michael unlocked the front door, and we both stepped inside as Michael turned on some lights. 

    “Can I get you something to drink?”  He asked as he took off his coat and walked into the modern kitchen to the left of the door. 

    “Sure, I’ll take a beer if you’ve got one.”  I said, removing my coat and hanging it on the hook next to his. 

    With beers in hand, Mchael walked me into his living room, where we both sat on the couch.  “This is a really nice place!”  I said looking around at the room with a fireplace, loaded bookshelves and very nice, new furniture.  

    “Well, it’s home for now.” Michael said as he put his beer down on the coffee table in front of us. 

    His lips found mine, and we kissed tenderly.  I pulled back and looked at him, he was so cute, and those eyes were just irresistible.  I pulled him back into me, and our kiss became so fucking hot, and filled with unabashed desire, that I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. 

    His chest was smooth, and his pecks were so well-defined.  His nipples were hard, and supple as they stood out from his chest, tempting me.  I took one in my mouth, causing Michael to moan softly as I sucked and nibbled on it.  Suddenly his hands were on the back of my head, pushing my face into his chest, almost begging me to continue my assault on the hardening nub that was growing larger in my mouth.

    Michael’s hand sought out my hard-on, as I attacked his other nipples with my mouth, while twisting his other wet one, with my fingers.  He moaned loudly as I kept up the assault.  I could feel my cock leaking through my pants, as he rubbed me through my jeans, and I knew very soon this was going to get serious. 

    ‘Was I okay with having sex with a dude’ I thought to myself but quickly pushed that from my mind as I pulled Michael up off the couch.  Our lips met again, and we kissed hard until I spun him around, grinding my hard cock into his ass.  His head fell back on my shoulder, as I kissed and sucked on the nape of his neck.   God he was driving me wild, his hips pushing up against my aching cock, as I ran my hands over his hard protruding nipples again, down his tight, flat stomach, and sinking my fingers in the top of his jeans.

    He was so hot; I could feel the heat emanating from him as I felt the elastic band of his underwear.  Slipping my finger under, I pushed down, as my lips continued to suck on his neck, knowing that there would be marks all over his neck in the morning light. 

    I ran my fingers over his smooth hairless pubic area, mesmerized by the softness of his skin, and the prominence of his pubic bone.  “Oh god!” Michael moaned as he pushed his hips out, sinking my finger deeper into his underwear. 

    ‘WTF’ was my first reaction, and then I felt my whole body stiffen.  Slowly I moved my fingers around his crotch as my fingers explored…..that’s when I felt it, hard and protruding, and oh so familiar.   I pulled back from his neck, and he looked at me, questioning me with his eyes while my fingers began slowly rubbing his protruding clitoris.  Once again, he moaned, as I pushed my fingers down and into his wet cunt, as I kissed him hard.  Two, then three fingers lost in the soft wetness of him, as I forced my tongue deep into his mouth, as our tongues danced and fought together.  

    Without warning I scooped Michael up in my arms and walked him towards the stairs.  Obviously, I did not know anything about the house, but I had to assume there was a bedroom up there somewhere.  Where I was going to fuck this man’s cunt until he stopped begging me for more. 

    The king-sized bed was in the center of the large room. I dropped him on his back as I reached for the button of his jeans.  Desperate to get him naked, I ripped the button and yanked hard on his zipper before grabbing the legs of his jeans and pulling them off his legs.  His black Calvins slipping down on his hips, exposing the smoothness of his pubic bone that looked so hot, that I just dove on top of him, and began kissing him again. 

    My jeans clad cock pressed into his crotch as I pushed his head into the pillow as I kissed him hard.  My hand moving down to grab the waist band of his underwear pulling them off and finishing the removal of such with my feet.  Suddenly I realized I had to many clothes on, so I pushed myself up, and as I was pulling my shirt over my head, I looked at Michael.  Oh my god…..

    “You are so beautiful!”  I said as I stared down at his tight pecks, and those perky fucking nipples, and then down to his now concaved abs, that were covered with tight ripples.  And his smooth hairless body, other and lite patch of blond hair under his arms and the blond curly mop on his head, he was smooth as a babe.  But the voidance of any pubic hair made my cock struggle in my jeans as I looked down at his cunt, seeing everything exposed, even the bulge of his clit.  His pussy lips were slightly swollen due to our foreplay, but his cunt was deep, and wet from my earlier fingering. 

    Michael smiled at me, causing me to focus again on getting naked.  I kicked off my shoes and pulled all the buttons on my jeans with one tug, letting them fall down around my ankles.  My hard-on plastered prominently against my freshly trimmed pubes as I worked desperately to get my jeans over my feet.  

    “I love a man that keeps himself loose.”  Michael said referring to my lack of any underwear.  Some guys like boxers, some boxer briers…me, I like to be free from restriction down there.     

    “Yea, well once I get these fucking pants off, you’ll see that I’m not so loose right now.”  I said, as my mouth watered for the taste of his cunt.   

    Once free of my pants and completely naked, I jumped on the bed and buried my head between his legs, pushing my nose deep into his wet lips taking a deep breath, smelling the sweetness of him.  Causing me to almost lose my nut right there on the bed. 

    My tongue took a long slow drag from the bottom of his slit, all the way up until I had his hard clit between my lips.  Micheal gasped, as I sucked him into my mouth and played with his hardness between my lips.  He wiggled and jerks as I brought him to the brink of an orgasm, only stopping to get a finger deep inside him, and them I brought him all the way, as he screamed with delight and filled my mouth with his juices. 

    My mouth awash with his cum when I crawled up and kissed him, letting him taste the sweet tang he had just given me.  He licked and sucked everything he could from the inside of my mouth, as his hand pulled at my back, trying desperately to wrench me closer.  Until, with amazing agility, he flipped us around, throwing me on my back.  He smiled down at me, seeing the astonishment on my face. 

    He grabbed my hands, and forced them over my head, keeping a tight grip, he bent down and pushed his face into my left arm pit. His tongue lapped pulling hairs as he took in deep breaths on my manhood.  After getting his fill, he moved his head, taking one of my nipples between his teeth and bit it hard, making me arch my back, as he turned his head slightly, twisting my nipple with him.   The pain had a very unexpected reaction.  It was intense, but in a very sexual way, as my cock twitched, and I actually felt a glob of pre-cum spill from the head. 

    “Ahh fuck!”  I moaned as Michael’s mouth found my other nipple causing the same reaction. 

    But when his mouth found the head of my cock, I couldn’t hold back.  I groaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear me as his warm, wet mouth slowly sank down on my length and took my hard, full 8 ½  inches until my balls were up against his chin.  But when he started to somehow swirl his tongue around my cock that was deep in his throat I couldn’t hold off, my balls went tight and seconds later I was filling his mouth with so much cum, I could see it squeezing out of his lips that were holding onto the base of my cock. 

    Michael pulled off of my still hard cock, dropping the head on my stomach with a thud.  I could see his mouth was full, as he topped me again.  I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth as a long string of my thick cum drooled from his mouth to mine.  His mouth quickly followed as we swapped my spunk back and forth into each other’s mouths as we both savored the warm musty taste of my seed.  

    We kissed for what seemed like forever, not wanting to let one another go. But I could feel his clit rubbing on the shaft of my cock, and I want him bad.  Mostly I wanted him to scream and cry out as I fucked him blissfully into the bed.  So, I pushed his face from mine, and we looked into each other’s eyes, knowing what each other wanted.  So, when Micheal rolled off of me, I moved until I was kneeling between his legs.  His cunt was open for me, juices leaking visibly from his lips.  With two fingers, I ran my hand up his slit, intruding just a bit, catching his wetness on my fingers, before putting them in my mouth.  He was hot, and I could tell by his taste he was so ready to get fucked.   I looked up at him, a solum expression on his face, which I could read like a book.  Again, I ran my fingers up his still moist cunt collecting his remaining juices, but before offering them to him, I pulled my cock away from my stomach and scoop the large glob of pre-cum off the tip, mixing it with his before shoving my fingers into his hungry mouth.  His lips closed tightly on my digits, as his tongue and lips sucked my fingers clean.  His moan let me know I had fulfilled his want.  

    I looked down at his exposed, hairless cunt, and then grabbed my cock pulling it forward.  I looked up at Michael, his expression was full anticipation of what I had in store for him, and I knew he was ready.  I spit on my and then rubbed the slick goo around the head of my cock, knowing how cunts loved the feel of a nice hard, fat, slick cock as it passed by its entrance lips, to sink deep inside its warm, wet cavern.  And I wasn’t wrong.

    Michael immediately arched is back, as the head of my cock pushed through, spreading his cunt wide open as I slowly sank my 8 ½ -inch cock deep into him. 

    “Ohhhhh god.  Yes, fuck me.  Let me take it all and fuck me hard.”  Michael cried as I pushed deeper and deeper until my balls were up against his warm skin.

    “Oh, a boy who talks dirty, I love that.”  I said, as I held myself up with my hands, my cock buried deep inside him, as I looked down into his eyes.  

    “Yes, yes, I love to fucking talk dirty when you’ve got your cock so deep inside me, I can feel it all the way through my body.”  Michael moaned    

    I bent down, my lips meeting his as I stayed motionless inside him.  Our kiss continued as I slowly began thrusting my hips forward, pushing in and pulling out slightly, making Michael moan into my mouth. 

    His cunt was like velvet, as my cock slip further out, and then sinking in deep again.  That was until his legs wrapped around my ass, lifting his pelvis, sinking my cock so deep inside him, I thought my balls were going to fall in too. 

    I couldn’t hold back any longer, not that Michael had wanted me to, because when I began to pump my hips hard, pound my cock so deep and hard inside him, he screamed and groaned making me all the hotter, fucking him faster and with everything I had to give. 

    As I continued to pound his cunt Michael moaned, yelled, and then began swearing like a sailor as my cock dove deep inside him as my hips relentlessly drove into him until his screams became louder, almost shrieks.  Oh yea, I was getting him, and it was cumming soon as his sex noises became extremely high pitched.   His eyes began rolling back, and his hips were bucking rapidly as I fucked him with every ounce of energy I had left, until his body stiffened, as loud, constant high-pitched yelp escaped his mouth as his orgasm crested. 

    Suddenly we were both soaked as my cock pounded away inside him, forcing his cum to spray wildly as it flowed forcefully from his wrecked cunt.  And no matter what was happening I wasn’t stopping.  His juices were squirting all over us as he withered and squirmed under me, until he went completely limp and breathless. I watched as he recovered, and when Michael finally opened his eyes, I scooped him up, until he was sitting on my lap. My cock still pulsing deep inside him.  I kissed him gently as he put his arms around my neck. 

    “You are so fantastic, I’ve never, ever had sex like that before.”  I said, feeling my cock and balls ache from bringing myself so close to the edge, while getting him off. 

    He kissed me again, but this time with more enthusiasm darting his tongue deep into my mouth, as I held onto him.  The kiss was hard, and passionate as Michael began to control his pleasure by slowly posting up, slipping my cock gradually down the walls of his cunt, until my head was resting on the perimeter of his swollen pussy lips and then sinking back down, until his ass was pressed against my balls.  His pace continued to hasten as our kiss became more obsessive until he needed more air.   At which point he pulled away from me and rode my cock like a bucking bronco pounding himself up and down on my thick, hard rod.  I just held onto his slim waist while he took his own pleasure of me, and my cock.  

    I watched as his next orgasm built, as he began gasping for air traversing the length of my cock so quickly, I was not sure I was going to be able to hold off for his orgasm.  That was until he through his head back and scream, his orgasm filled his body with extasy, and his cunt spilled his juices all over my cock running down my balls and legs. 

    With one quick movement, I threw him onto the bed on his back, shoved his knees up to his chest and dove in tongue first, latching o to his cunt as his orgasm continued pulsing throughout his body.  I drank and sucked his tang from deep inside him, making him squirm and thrash as his orgasm seemed endless, shooting never-ending burst of cum into my mouth and all over my face as I ate him out with vigor, until my own orgasm threatened to explode as his cum followed freely from his cunt.  

    Quickly I pulled my face from between his legs and grabbed Michael by the legs and pulled him to me, until his wet pussy was up against my edging cock.  I Pushed it down until my leaking head was poised against his puffy lips.  Thrusting forward, I sank deep into his warmth as he squealed with lustful pleasure. 

    Rapidly, I pumped my hard cock in and out, fucking him relentlessly only concentrating on my own orgasm, which I could feel down to my toes.   I gasped as my hips shoved into his cunt, as my balls pulled up tight and my cock jerked as cum spewed out of it, as I shoved it as far up Michael’s cunt as I could. 

    “Ahh yea, fuck me, yea cum deep in my man pussy.” Michael screamed as I was lost in my orgasm. “Fuck! Fuck!  OH YEA FUCK ME!” 

    And suddenly Michael too was with in the middle of his 4th or 5th orgasm as my cock was filling him up with my white, hot seed.  Our cum melded together as we both gasped for air as I lay fell on top of him, my cock still buried deep, leaking cum into his cunt.  

    “Oh shit!” I said when I could finally talk again.

    “Fuck, I can feel your hot cum so deep inside me.”  Michael said as he looked up at me. 

    “Oh, so fucking hot, my cum inside your pussy.  Fuck me!”  I said, still breathing hard. 

    We laid there not moving as my cock began to soften.  The warmth of Michael’s juices still leaking down the base of my cock and over my balls. 

    “I don’t know who came more, me or you?”  I said.  “But for sure, you had a lot more orgasms, you little slut puppy.” 

    He wiggled under me, making my now soft cock slip from the warmth of his pussy.  Immediately making my mind go to the wrecked gash between his legs, and all the tang and cum that was collected inside.   My cock twitched at the thought. 

    Michael breath hitched as I pushed off him, and once again knelt between his legs.  Knowing what I was after, Michael pushed is ass off the bed, keeping his legs spread offing up his freshly fucked cunt.  I put my hands under his bent knees and pulled him up to my mouth throwing his legs over my shoulders.  The mixture of my cum and his tang flowed out of Michael’s cunt slowly, making my spent cock stiffen with the first swipe of my tongue.  Immediately the creamy, sweet mixture of our sex slid down my tongue as I continued to lick and suck as much of our juice out of his gaping hole that I could.  That was until I felt him pulling on my hair. 

    “Hello, sharing is caring!”  Michael begged, wanting both of us as well.

    So, with a mouth full of him and me, I kissed him hard draining the full content of my mouth into his, as he moaned softly swallowing everything I spewed into his mouth. 

    I fell off to his side and laid on my back next to him.  “Holly fuck! I got to be truthful; I didn’t expect that.” 

    “Fuck me, neither did I.  You are fucking wild.”  Michael said, as I turned my head, and we looked at each other. 

    “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.  You are the hottest fuck I’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot.”  I said, and he smiled at me. 

    “You want some water?” Michael asked, as he got out of bed, and reached for his robe. 

    “Don’t do that!”  I said abruptly

    “What? You don’t want any water.  How about juice or something?”  Michael asked, giving me a questioning look. 

    “No, don’t put that robe on.  You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.  Please don’t cover that up your beautiful, sexy body when I’m around.”  I pleaded. 

    Michael smiled and walked over and kissed me on the lips.  I pulled myself up while our lips pressed against each other and sat on the side of the bed.  When our kiss ended and Michael began to turn away, I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him back to me.  His gorgeous hairless pussy right in front of me.  I gently kissed it lovingly, as he squirmed.

  • Rock Star

    Los Angeles – February 25

    Pop king Stitch – 24 year old English hunk Andy Jebson – started his smash hit sellout world tour in LA last night.  The world’s most eligible bachelor boy strutted his surfer boy looks on stage to all of the mega hits on his platinum selling album “Owned” in front of his screaming fans.  The second night is also a sell out tonight says his manager Todd Fenwick.


    Todd stretched out in bed.  Last night had been excellent, though a long night.  He could certainly get used to these 5* hotel rooms.  This tour would make him a very rich man.  The profits from tickets alone meant his reclusive star would generate a lifetime of income for his manager. Particularly because – as the star of the show – Stitch was not taking a slice himself.

    Todd thought back to the screaming adoration from last night.  The fans shouting up to the hotel room in desperate need to see their idol.  Todd had insisted at the start of the tour that he would share a room with Stitch throughout the show.  To protect his young star.

    Todd yawned and rubbed his eyes.  Glancing up from his luxurious bed he took in the sight of his hunky pop star property.  He smiled with satisfaction.

    Stitch knelt on all fours in the corner of the room.  Naked.   Body shaved. Face to the corner, he was spread out, hands on head.  His legs and arms spread wide and his pink arse hole twitching, facing up on display to his owner.Todd smirked, looking down at the metal band visible around the boy’s balls.  His pop sensation wore a tiny nub device permanently now.  He needed to be reminded that his world of being adored by the masses was false.  If they knew that he didn’t have a cock any longer, or that his concerts were conducted with a large replica of Todd’s cock locked into his arse chute it would be quite the story.  His chiselled chest and abs may not be quite as manly.

    Todd’s erection throbbed.  His slave was quite the sight and the true nature of their relationship remained a massive turn-on.  His slave was doubtless not as ecstatic about his role. The former stud’s days as a straight womaniser were well and truly over now.  His slavery was involuntary, inescapable, complete and permanent.  He understood his place in life now. He was nothing more than a performing monkey for his owner.  Other than when he played the part of pop star idol, his time was spent in absolute humility.  Silent naked suffering was his role in life.  Escape was impossible he reflected, a tear of frustration running down his cheek.

    It was only a matter of time before he knew he would be worshipping his master’s feet in bed.  Licking reverently between each toe and then moving up to worship his free cock, his armpits, his hole.  He shuddered at the realisation of what he had become now.  His total debasement as a fuck toy and object. The permanent taste of cum and piss in his throat.
    His only comfort now was the look in the eyes of his adoring fans.  To them he was a hunk.  They didn’t know the reality of his dickless body.

    With a sigh of contentment, Todd jumped from his bed and approached the body of his displayed slave.  Running his fingers down the arched back, Todd grabbed the locked junk of his property.  Pulling down relentlessly on the imprisoned balls, the slave gasped in desperation. He hadn’t cum in months and his cock could not erect in its prison cell. Finally with an animal grunt of lust, Todd mounted his bitch from behind. With one thrust he entered his slave and bucked his hips to start fucking his cashcow. Animal lust.  The object of fantasy for many men and women helplessly unmanned on the floor.

    The rock star lifestyle was good.

  • Giving a 50yo a Birthday Blowjob

    I woke up Saturday morning to a spectacular day.  For once, I had nothing planned for the weekend and was looking forward to chilling out, hour or two at the beach, watching some cricket and doing a little bit of work.  After a quick swim in the ocean, I was sitting down with my first coffee of the day checking emails and I got the first hint that my quiet weekend was going to be a fuck fest.  Twelve hours later, going to bed Saturday night I was drained of cum, covered in cum, had a sore cock and a very sore bum.  Sunday would turn out to be even more debaucherous.

    It started with an email I was reading while I sipped that first coffee.  The email was from a long time member/fan of mine called James, who is from Canada.  We had never met before but had online communication over the last couple of years.  Turned out, James was in Australia on a vacation and was staying in an AirBNB not that far from where I live.  He asked if I’d like to come over, hang out by the pool and have dinner.  I remembered some of the things that James had told me he gets up to, I was not naive enough to think it was just ‘hanging out’ and ‘having dinner’.  Since I had nothing planned for the weekend, I said ‘hell yeah’!  James was going to Australia Zoo for the day (the one that Steve Irwin’s family runs) but he said I was welcome to head over to the house anytime and chill out by the pool.  He would be back mid afternoon.

    James’ comment as we signed off was “Coming home to find the Aussie Speedo Guy in my pool would be a wonderful 50th Birthday present.”

    I got to James’ AirBNB around 3pm, jumped in the beautiful pool, took some speedo selfies (which I posted on Twitter, my blog and sent them to James who was still at the zoo).  After about an hour I heard a car arrive and I hoped it was James and not the owners of the AirBNB.  He came out to the pool with a beer in hand and wearing nothing but a red speedo, he looked as hot as the photos he had shared.  About my height, broad shoulders, flat tummy, hairy chest but not too hairy, bit of salt and pepper (grey) in his hair and just a fit looking fifty year old man.  Being Canadian he was pretty white but a couple of days shagging around the pool will send him home with a bit of a tan.

    James jumped in the pool and it was like we were old friends.

    I had a glass of our local Australian Rum and James had a beer in his hand.  When he had finished the beer, I asked him if he’d like a Rum (I had bought the bottle for him).

    Warning: This is when things went from two blokes hanging out in the pool, to, two horny guys wanting to fuck each other.

    James said that his usual drink of choice is Rye and coke, not a word we use in Australia but I knew what he meant.  Putting his empty beer bottle down, James grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in so our hips, and cocks, were touching.  The last thing James said was ‘I’d like to taste it first’ and we started kissing.

    Yes, it was hot.

    I had a semi hardon before we started kissing, and within seconds I was fully hard.  So was James.  As we kissed, our hips grinded each other and I could feel his erection through the lycra of our speedos.

    After a while of sucking face I broke off our kiss.  I asked James if he liked the taste of our Australian Rum and he said he did.  This wasn’t my first pool party, I had brought an esky (cooler, chilly bin) which had drinks, ice, glassware as well as condoms and lube.  As I poured James and I a rum and coke, I could feel his eyes on me.  There was no hiding the raging boner in my tiny Aussie flag speedo.

    Back in the pool, we toasted James’ birthday and with our first kiss out of the way, we were both very handsy, you know what I mean, lots of roaming hands on each others body and nothing was off limits.

    I suggested James sit up on the edge of the pool and he didn’t object.  Then, I was eye height with the front of his speedo which was straining to contain his throbbing cock.  I instructed James to lean back and he obeyed.  Then I splashed some of my rum and coke on his crotch.  He didn’t expect it and flinched at the coolness of it.  Before he could object, I started licking and sucking up the alcoholic splash in the front of his speedo.

    My hands were on James’ knees and I let my lips and tongue to all the work.  From James’ moans, he was enjoying it and I got a taste of his precum oozing through the lycra.

    I was in no rush and took my time.  Eventually James reached down, pulled his cock out the leg of his red speedo and told me to finish him off.

    My lips slid down his cut cock as far as I could take it without gagging and let my suction stimulate his cock as I moved my head side to side.  James told me he was about to cum and tried to push my head back but I kept it buried in his crotch, balls on my chin.  The first three shots of cum went straight down my throat and I didn’t even taste it.  The final three spasms of his cock I was able to swish his cum around my mouth and taste his Canadian jizz.

    Letting his cock pop out of my mouth, I took a swig of rum to wash it down.

    The rest of the afternoon was fun.  James fucked me from behind in the pool and we had a light dinner.  After falling asleep, James woke me up and fucked me again.

    Not surprisingly, the next morning I woke up with a sore bum.  Over a coffee (I feel like it was over a coffee that this whole thing started), I mentioned that I had been chatting to a young Asian guy who lived nearby.  This peaked James’ interest and suggested I invite him over to hang out in the pool.

    That is what I did…. the young Asian guy, and his boyfriend/fuck buddy, joined James and I for an afternoon hanging out by the pool in our speedos, drinking rum, sucking cock and plowing ass.  Let me know if you’d like me to write about that.

  • A Game of Chance

    I knew this guy who had created a fascinating online computer game. He was into ‘truth or dare’ type scenarios that like some strip poker or other games of chance that could end up in humiliating and/or sexual situations for the loser.

    He particularly enjoyed public nudity, risky situations and exhibitionism.

    With some networking he got around twelve guys to agree to participate. Then he assembled some twenty or so situations a loser, or losers, would be required to perform. There was also a winner, or possible multiple winners who would participate to witness or interact/perform with any situation chosen.

    It seemed interesting and fun so I agreed to sign up to be in the pool of players. We were each assigned a number. Then we each got a list of the situations, also numbered. They ranged from walking nude across a designated parking lot to being pimped out to up to three winners for whatever they wanted to do to the loser.

    Everyone agreed to meet online at a specific time, some knew each other and some not, and the organizer would enter the numbers into a computer game module to randomly first pick the number of a particular situation task, then the loser or more, then a winner, or more, depending on the situation specifics.

    The first situation selected was for the loser and winner to go to an adult bookstore and the loser would be required to give a blow job, to completion, to the winner through the glory hole of the winner’s chosing. A twist was there were to be two winners and they would flip a coin at the bookstore to see who gets the blowjob. The other winner would have to witness and watch, partly for humiliation and partly to ensure the job is done adequately to completion. The loser must successfully get the one winner off,  make him cum, and drain his balls.

    In the next round as fate would have it, I was the loser!

    Dang! I need to give a blowjob to possibly a complete stranger who I might not even be drawn to sexually.

    Two winners were chosen. One of them was the organizer.  Was it rigged? And the other someone I didn’t know.

    We arranged the time to meet at the bookstore, a rather ragtag raunchy place, with small booths in an arcade, with urine and dried cum odor, sticky floors and primarily frequented by a leather oriented clientele. Each booth had a glory hole to the adjoining one.

    Meeting at the designated time I found the organizer, who I knew. He was wearing very sexy, tight, well fitted leather pants, which he knowing me,  would be an excellent turn on to get me horny. It worked. We embraced and kissed and I felt his substantial bulge in his crotch. I kind of hoped he’d win the coin toss.

    Soon enough the other winner arrived, and to my pleasant surprise was a well known leather title holder who I never met. Buffed, sexy, and definitely ruggedly handsome. 

    I hit the jackpot either way!

    There were a number of horny men cruising the arcade and we did not go unnoticed.

    The coin flip took place and low and behold the leather title holder won. He winked and smiled at me, saying, “get your mouth in gear, boy, it’s getting an ample work out. I DON’T cum easily!” “You’re gonna work for it, trust me.” “As I want it done too.”

    I have to say, that enticed me. A lot.

    He tugged the back of my neck in the direction of a booth. He had obviously been there before. Admittedly, I had as well.

    Pointing to a booth he said, “in there!” as he walked into the next one over. The organizer followed and instructed me not to close or lock the door so he could watch. He winked and smiled. “Do a good job and you’ll be justly rewarded. Trust me. That guy packs some fierce loads.”

    I entered the booth. It was dirty and smelly, but I had a task to perform. I lost and I had to pay the price for playing the game.

    Kneeling by the glory hole I heard him unzip and his cock came through the opening. It was thick, veiny, and long, with a large knob mushroom head.  I looked right at the slit. 

    I slowly, evenly and sensually licked the tip without touching it with my hands. It immediately bobbed upright. I ran my tongue around the head and it stiffened. It was going to be a chore to swallow this guy’s cock whole but I knew I’d have to do it. I peeked over to the door and the organizer was standing, watching with his arms folded and smiling. I could see and smell his leather pants just a couple feet away, his bulge seeming to have gotten larger.

    I had to perform, and do it right.

    TO BE CONTINUED.

  • Life tastes Good

    I came to London from Cairns, Australia on 1995 when I was 19. London scene in the 90s was fun and for (what I was considered to be) a fit, good-looking Oz boy there was plenty of nookie and opportunity to make dough. I ended up working for a modelling agency…of a particular sort. I won’t name more particulars, but suffice to say it was a twink porn outlet, a British equivalent to bel ami. If you were at all into twink vids in the late ‘90s, you probably saw my ass. That kinda thing now sounds archaic of course. 

    The internet killed a lot of the old fashioned porn outlets in the early ‘00s. 2004 was the last time I did a shoot on camera. By then, I was nearing my sell-by date for twink stuff anyway. At 28, I was getting a bit long in the tooth for the type of fresh arsed boy action that audience expects.

    That shoot was a kind of ‘personal trainers’ affair where I as the mature model broke in a new puppy eyed lad as the next generation. His name was Cian. Really pretty young dude. Actually I felt jealous of him. There he was with his peachy bunned 18year old arse and dong, pure unblemished complexion and raging libido. Ten years his senior, I was already showing signs of wear and tear. I fucked the lad’s arse with more than a hint of frustration at my approaching redundancy.I’m 50 this year and newly single again. Fuck. Things ain’t as easy for me as London in the nineties. I’ve kept my weight down over the years, but I’ve developed a bit of a belly nevertheless. But my sex drive seems to have exploded in recent years – probably from being out of the porn game for two decades. I live in Dublin now, where old fashioned cruising is still pretty rewarding.

    Anyway, I was out for a beer Saturday afternoon and having had a skinfull, naturally felt like a shag. If you know the right lanes in the city, it’s easy enough to pick up some action, even early in the day. I went ahead and scoped out what was on offer. The usual daddy types furtively slipping in and out of dark corners, wagging semis my way. Course, I’m a daddy type myself now so it’s not as if I can complain. Then I saw what may be the most gorgeous backside ever – under tight jeans- over spread legs seemingly taking a leak down a back alley behind a Chinese restaurant. I was transfixed!

    The arse’s owner then zipped up and turned. I saw a most beautiful lad of about 20. Pale faced, ash blonde, red lipped. Stunning eyes. His long thick schlong still dangling out towards me. Fuck. I had to have a piece. I headed straight towards him, gripping my package as I did and smiling.

    He smiled back, but just as I was about to engage this Adonis, he held up his arm to stop me in my tracks. I knew what this meant; he was selling.

    Now, it’s not at all a common practice of mine to buy – I mean, I was a model once not so long ago. But I couldn’t resist this guy. A deal was done. After a bit of a grope and a quick taste of his cock, we went back to what was his ‘partner’s’ apartment nearby.

    He was a nice lad. Very personable. But, fuck, I wasn’t there for company. I wanted the taste his hot young arsehole on my tongue. More than that. I wanted to get really raunchy. Readers may know what that means.

    It wasn’t long before I got stuck in. The whiff of that boyhole was just incredible. Hot sweaty musky young ass meat. I was dripping precum like a broken faucet. I lay back, butt nakt on his bathroom floor, the lad squatting over my face with that glorious arse of his.
    “Yeah boy! Give it to me. C’mon, let daddy have a good taste. Bring it to me!”I awaited below with mouth ready, tongue out.

    Suddenly I heard the sound of the apartment door opening. Fuck! The lad stood, but otherwise didn’t seem phased.

    “oh, it’s just Cian, my partner I told you about. Don’t worry m he’s cool with this. He might even want to join in”

    “Cian?” I laughed “i knew a Cian once when I was doing porn modelling”

    Of course, I certainly didn’t expect it to be the same Cian. I mean, that was 20years ago when this lad had barely been born. That Cian would be nearly forty now.But wouldn’t you fucking know – it was that Cian!!There he was, now a handsome middle aged dude with this gorgeous twink on his arm. Hey! This was gonna be fun.

    Me and Cian embraced as old friends. Then we got down to it. His 39year old cock and arse still tasted good. We played around together on the bathroom floor as the lad stood imperiously over us, slowly pumping and jacking his huge young boy-tool. We sucked, rimmed and jacked each other, eventually going 69 as the lad stood astride us and doused us with a stream of his hot piss. He squatted right down and let a stinking fart in between our cavorting dad bods. Then finally we all jacked together in a hot sticky, stinky mess of man flesh.

    Fuck. Life still tastes good.

  • Lazy morning sex with my boyfriend

    ————-Aiden’s POV————

    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I rolled over, grabbing for my phone. Sleepily, I missed, knocking it off the nightstand onto the floor.

    “Hmm, I though you were off today.” Ryan muttered groggily beside me, starting to fidget awake.

    “I am.” I started reaching my hand down, trying to find the charging cable to pull it up by.

    “Then turn off your alarm and go back to sleep.” I heard him flip over beside me.

    “I’m trying to, I dropped it.” I started to lean out of bed, the cold hitting my chest as I looked onto the floor.

    “Well get it and turn it off.” Ryan complained.

    “That’s what I’m trying to do.” I snapped back angrier than I intended. I managed to switch it off, setting it back on my nightstand and rolling back into bed beside Ryan, closing my eyes.

    A few minutes later I opened them again. It was pointless. I was up.

    I started to slide out of bed. “Where are you going, it’s early?” Ryan complained, his face half covered by the pillow, a mop of dark hair that needed cut hanging lazily over the front of his face.

    “He’s too fuckin cute.” I thought.

    “I’m awake, going to get coffee, you just go back to sleep.” I urged quietly. I was never a good sleeper.

    I started to get up, but Ryan grabbed my arm, trying to drag me lazily to him. “No, cuddles.” He pouted.

    I tried to fight back. “But I’m-“

    “Cuddles.” He ordered, pulling me harder. I gave in, getting back into the bed beside him. He rolled over completely onto his side now, making a space for me to nuzzle into. I did so happily, feeling his soft chest hairs on my back, as his arm wrapped around me.

    We lay lazily like that together for ages. Him snoring quietly beside me, while I just lay there, just basking in his embrace. I hadn’t ever really had this before. Anytime someone had had me in bed before they just wanted sex.

    I think I preferred this.

    Though –

    I pressed my hips back, feeling his morning stiffness against me, grinding lightly on iy.

    “Mhhm,” Ryan moaned quietly, “Now aren’t you glad you stayed in bed.”

    “With you – always.” I smiled.

    Ryans hand started lightly tracing my chest, as he slowly nibbled my shoulder. There was no rush, no energy to any of the movements. Just pure laziness.

    It was perfect.

    I reached down and started to pull down my boxers, trying to wiggle them down, accidently grinding on Ryans dick.

    “Uhm, that feels nice.” He moved his lazy kisses to my neck.

    “Yeah?”

    “Uh Hmm” he mumbled in agreement. There was no energy for long conversations, clever wit, saucy statements.

    Just the two of us there.

    I finally got my boxers to my ankles, kicking them off, and accidently letting a gust of cold air under the covers.

    “Careful now it’s cold. “Ryan laughed. It really was, it had snowed the night before.. there really was nowhere to be but in bed today.

    I said nothing, just reaching back, my hand lazily trying to take down his boxers, but just stroking his hip.

    Ryan moved his hand off my chest, guiding me to slide down his boxers, my hand touching his bare skin as I started to tug them down, eventually getting them past his hips, as I felt his dick free, rubbing against my ass. He took over then, pulling them off completely, as we both lay there, naked together., his arm reaching around me again.

    “One of us, is going to have to get the lube.” He muttered. I could imagine he still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Pick a number between one and ten.”

    “What – Seven.”

    “Tchh, I was thinking of three. You lose, you have to get it.” he mumbled.

    “That is not fair, it’s on your side of the bed.” I couldn’t stop smiling.

    “You should have picked better then.” He laughed

    I tried to turn around and reach to find him still holding me tight. “Fine, but Ryan you have to let go of me.”

    “I don’t want to.” He pouted.

    “Then I guess we’re stuck.” I ground my ass hard against his dick, feeling a slight hint of wetness against my lower back.

    “You make a good point.” He conceded, letting go of me and reaching to his nightstand, pulling out a tube.

    “You were going to make me go into the cold when you could reach it that easily?” I complained.

    “You should have picked better.” His tone sounding like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. I heard a squirt and felt his fingers probe at me, as he slipped his dick in, before he reached round, grabbing my dick and lazily stroking me.

    We began to grind in time, the both of us slowly bringing his dick into and out of me, spending the next hour just enjoying the sensations.

    Eventually he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum babe soon, how about you.”

    “Hmm, yeah.” I nodded smiling, buzzing from him calling me babe.

    His lazy strokes turned up a notch to half asses, and he moved his thrusting from glacial to merely slow, as we both crawled our way to our orgasm.

    I let out a mere “Uhmm.” As I came, feeling the waves of pleasure through my body as my dick dribbled my cum onto Ryans hand, while he made a similar sound behind me, breathing deep and cumming in me.

    Smiling I turned my head to kiss him. “What time is it?” I asked. He kissed me back for a minute before responding.

    “Who cares?”


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  • 48 Hours a Sub (or 38 Loads)

    The Final Fuck – Loads 37 & 38

    We had just finished a mind-blowing 3-way fuck and I was exhausted.  Lt. had revealed he longed for me to fuck him and Sir gave me permission to not only fuck him, but cum as well.  And to top it off (pun intended), Sir fucked me while I fucked Lt.   

    I know it was as memorable for the two of them as it was for me as there’s no way they could’ve have faked those epic orgasms.   But it was time to finally get some sleep.

    I must’ve passed out because the next thing I knew, it was morning.  I woke up alone in bed, refreshed, wondering where Sir and Lt. were.   My flight left mid-afternoon, so we only had the morning to play, and it was already late.  What did they have in mind? Everything I’d experienced so far was epic…what could be left?

    I’d find out soon.

    Still nude (these were still the rules) I wandered out into the kitchen to find them to find Sir pulling together breakfast and Lt. at his computer.   “Good morning, sexy man”, Sir greeted me.

    Knowing my place, I responded, “Good morning, Sirs”

    “We only have a couple hours, but we have something very special planned for you. Think of it was our ‘going away gift’”.

    Sensing even more debauchery was on its way, I simply smiled and nodded.  Then Lt. moved over to the couch with his laptop and said, “Before we start, join me over here, Thomas.  I captured some highlights from your time with us.”

    He affectionately patted the cushion next to him and said, “Make yourself comfortable…you’re gonna love this.”

    He rolled a video on the big screen and I was amazed at the quality, crisp editing and the music bed underneath it.  It looked like he’d been working on it all night.

    It started with a title page, black background, white type:  

          48 Hours a Sub

           (or Thomas Takes 38 Loads)

    It opened with me on my knees that first afternoon with my hands bound behind my back.  Lots of closeups of my face showing my confusion and fear.   Dissolve to Jamal shooting all over my face.

    Great start.

    The scenes continued:   Me dressed like an aging male escort leaving for dinner, me restrained on the bed with a closeup of my bound, engorged cock, them fucking me while I was trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, Antonio passionately making love to me.  And that was just the first day.

    It continued with me giving Lt. his ‘good morning blowjob’, the eight anonymous fucks, the afternoon with the guys from Grindr, a closeup of the hashmarks on my ass, the bukkake, the flogging, the sling and then lasts night’s fuck for the ages.

    By this time I was rock hard again, and trying my best not to stroke myself.

    “You’re quite the slut, Thomas”, smiled Lt. “But you’re our slut”, he laughed, “and we’re not done with you yet”.  Sir, who’d been watching silently from the kitchen spoke up, “I was planning on eating breakfast before our final surprise, but I think that video has put Lt. and me in the mood.”

    He paused and then added to Lt. and me, “In the bedroom.  Now.”

    Following orders we hustled in and Sir said to Lt., “You know what to do, let’s get started.”  They clearly had planned this out.

    Lt. immediately stripped and laid on his back toward the foot of the bed with his feet on the floor stroking his already hard cock, as thick and as veiny as ever.  Sir looked at me, then Lt.’s cock, then back at me, then his cock and finally said, “Thomas, you know what to do…”

    Of course I did.  Yesterday morning I sucked Lt. dry and it appeared he was looking for an encore.  I happily knelt between his legs like I’d be there for a while, and playfully started to tickle his cock with my tongue.  Sir quickly stepped in, “A REAL blowjob, Thomas, not that bullshit.   Get it good and wet.  You know why”

    “Yes, Sir”, I smiled, realizing now I was essentially lubing him up to fuck me.  I did that thing with my mouth that generated a ton of saliva and swallowed him whole. “Fuck, you feel good”, Lt. moaned, but that was just the beginning.  

    As Lt. began to thrust his hips into my mouth, Sir tossed him the lube.  While Lt. generously lubed his own cock, Sir took the bottle, stood behind me and aggressively lubed my hole.  After everything that had happened in the previous 36 hours, Sir was careful to be gentle, and he seemed to be using an unusually large amount of lube.  “Sit on it”, he ordered, intentionally using his authoritative tone from yesterday.

    I squatted over Lt. at the foot of the bed and slowly lowered myself onto him.   I wasn’t nearly as stretched out as yesterday, but damn, that felt good.   When you’re on top, you can control how deep and fast you’re penetrated, and I loved the feeling of using my power once again.

    “Now fuck yourself”, Sir said to me.  No problem there.  Since squats are a mainstay of my workout regime, I easily slid up and down his cock, and could’ve all day.   Lt. was loving it as well and was already thrusting his hips to fuck me deeper. 

    I shouldn’t have been surprised, yet I was, when I felt Sir’s fingers circling my hole as Lt. slid in and out.  I felt Sir’s fist surrounding Lt’s cock as he pushed into me, adding intensity to the penetration. Damn that felt strange, but unbelievably good.   After a few minutes he slid a fingertip into my hole along with Lt’s cock, which, while erotic as hell, added a stretch that I wasn’t prepared for.  Even after yesterday, nothing more than one cock at a time had been up there. 

    I heard the lube bottle open behind me again and thought, shit…is this what I think it is?

    Sir gently pushed my torso down so Lt. and I were now face to face.  Lt.’s cock was still fully inside me at the foot of the bed, and I was now straddling him on my knees, leaving my hole fully exposed for…you guessed it.

    Then I felt something I’d never felt before.   Sir’s cock was lining up to enter my hole, right above Lt’s.   Breaking sub protocol I protested, “Please Sir, I’ve never done this before, it won’t fit!”

    With uncharacteristic tenderness, he responded, “Don’t worry Thomas, we’ll go slow.  We’ll make it fit” and reached down and handed me a small brown bottle. “This will help, take two long hits.”

    I’d done poppers before and I knew how they could relax your hole.  If I ever I needed my hole relaxed it was now, so I greedily inhaled as ordered.   I dropped the bottle on the bed and Sir and Lt. each took a couple hits.

    In seconds my hole had “relaxed”.  I felt Sir’s cock breach my hole and once just inside it, he let it rest there to allow it to stretch to accommodate it.  Although it stung like hell, I was able to appreciate the raunchy eroticism of the moment as well.   Thank god for poppers.

    He had the head of his cock in by now and handed me the popper bottle again. “Three hits this time”, he ordered, “I’m going in deeper.”   I obeyed and was glad I did.  He and Lt. did the same and he pushed further into me.  The pain was near unbearable but I knew it would subside.  I intentionally took long deep breaths and forced myself to appreciate the unprecedented feeling of two cocks inside my hole.

    I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t know if he was completely in.  He was going slowly and seemed to stop to let me accommodate the length so far.

    “You ok, Thomas?” he asked.

    “I think so Sir, but please keep the poppers coming.”

    “Good, now take four hits” he said handing me the bottle.   He and Lt. did the same and the three of us were officially on another planet.  He pushed all the way in….don’t ask me how, but I knew.   It was erotic beyond all description.  Lt. repeatedly told Sir how hot his cock felt in my hole, “Fuck Sam, your cock feels so good, rub our cocks together in the bitch’s hole, but don’t make me cum yet.”    

    Sir replied, “Damn Rob, your cock feels good too.”  He gave it a slight thrust in, rubbing the two together and said to Lt., “I think my cock is in love with yours.”

    Now Sir and Lt. were each balls deep inside me.  My mind went two places.  First, the intensity of being DP’d.  I’d seen it in porn, and like so much of what I’d endured this weekend, I never guessed I’d be able to endure it.   Second, the symbolism of taking these two men’s cocks.  Back to the Stockholm Syndrome I guess, but I felt I owed them this and was proud to be able to service them this way.

    The three of us were flying, but especially me.  The pain was subsiding, but I didn’t want it to go away entirely.  The element of pain actually magnified the animal lust the three of us were experiencing.  Each one of us was getting what we wanted.  Sir and Lt.’s cocks were enjoying their mating dance inside the confines of my hole, and I was, once again, reduced to the slut whose role was to provide them with pleasure.  But, like before, I was experiencing as much pleasure, if not more, than they.

    The two of them began a rhythm of slow, deliberate thrusts.  In perfect unison, they’d push completely in, get balls deep and hold it inside me.  As if rehearsed, every time they reached full penetration inside me, they’d humiliate me with recollections of our time together.

    Jamming his fingers in my mouth from behind:  “These are to remind you of Jamal’s cock. How did his cum taste, slut?”

    Me:  “Not as good as yours, Sir.”

    After another sensuous balls deep thrust, Sir asked, “And who fucked you  better?  Antonio or me?”

    Me, now panting: “Of course, you Sir.   You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

    They pulled out slowly and pushed all the way back in slowly and, once fully inside me, Lt. whispered in my ear, “What a fucking whore you are, Thomas.  I have all eight of the guys who fucked you on tape.  Face down, blindfolded, and moaning like the bitch you are.”

    I humbly gasped, “Yes Sir, I tried to make you proud.”

    I was getting woozy from the two cocks in my hole and the verbal degradation.  I thought I’d been taken to the limit, but this was proving to be another level of ecstasy.

    Their mutual thrusts were starting to gain speed and intensity when Sir spoke up, “And don’t tell me you didn’t love being on your knees, covered in the cum of five Black gods.  Tell me how much you loved it, piggy.”  The honest truth was that every humiliating recollection was true.   On my knees, covered in cum was a turn-on beyond belief.  “Oh yes Sir,” I moaned, “more than you know.”

    With their cocks fully penetrating me, Sir leaned back to expose my glutes and slapped each one hard. “Remind you of anything, slut?   Like when Raymond and I flogged you into submission?”

    “Oh yes Sir”, I said, now nearly weeping from the power of the moment.   “Hit me again, Sir, please”.   Sir eagerly struck each glute again, harder than before, with an open hand.  “Like that slut?”, he asked.   “Oh yes, Sir. Thank you sir”, I responded, now near tears.    
    Sir then tenderly rubbed my sensitive cheeks and added, “Good slut”.

    They were speeding up even more, reaching near violent levels. Lt., now breathing heavily, said, “And those five fucks…what were their names???  TELL ME THEIR NAMES, SLUT”, he shouted, and added, “…and what their cocks were like.”

    I was now in a full sweat, but what happened last night was burned in my brain and I could recall their names…

    Barely able to speak, I whispered, “Caleb was first. He loved rimming me and had a long, skinny cock.”

    “Good,” replied Lt.  “Next?”
    Now panting, I replied, “Marcus came next.  Very thick cock, like yours, Lt.”

    “And…”

    “Charles… he seemed…experienced.   Henry came next.  His fuck was….” I paused, partly because I was delirious, and partly because I couldn’t find words to describe Henry.

    “HENRY WAS WHAT, BITCH?”, Sir roared.   Was his dominance being threatened I thought to myself through the fog?

    “He was like you, Sir, but not as…sexy.” I croaked, now barely able to speak.

    Without responding, Sir grabbed my wrists and pulled them roughly  behind my back into the same position Raymond had had them in when he fucked me.

    “Remind you of anything, cunt?” Sir asked.

    “Yes Sir,” I gasped.   “That’s how Sir Raymond fucked me.”

    ‘LIKE THIS?” Sir shouted, which was apparently the signal for them to take it to the limit. 

    In perfect unison, they plunged into me with even more force than before and began to jack-rabbit me, but with two cocks instead of one.  I could see Lt.’s glistening skin below me and feel Sir’s sweat drop on me from above.   But most of all, I felt their two cocks assault my hole.

    “You like your two masters cocks up your hole, don’t you slut?”  Sir questioned me as they forcefully fucked me.

    Now barely able to speak, I whimpered, “Yes, Sir, please fuck your bitch’s hole.”

    Sir responded, “Feed him you juice, Lt.  Feed the slut’s hungry hole.”

    “Give him your hot load, Sir”, Lt. said back.

    “Ram your hot cum up there.” Sir added, nearly violently and then added to me, “Tell me how much you like it, bitch boy.”

    “Fuck me, please Sirs.  Dump your loads in me.  Breed your bitch”, I begged them with tears of gratitude in my eyes.

    Sir was nearly there, “Shoot Lt., fill our slut’s hole.  Feed him your hot, sticky seed.”   Those words sent both of them over the edge and I became the recipient of two giant cocks exploding in my gut.  One sexy man exploding in your hole is amazing.   Two sexy men, simultaneously, was beyond description.  My mind was unable to comprehend the pleasure I was receiving, not to mention the pride of knowing I had brought them to this point.

    The two of them shot and shot and shot, making me wonder if my intestines could accommodate the pure volume of jizz.

    DP’ing.  What started an hour ago as my final challenge, had become a  mind-bending, life changing experience.  My hole had not only expanded to accommodate their cocks, it had become supercharged to pleasure them in ways that they, nor I, had ever experienced. 

    We laid there while their cocks softened, but only slightly.  None of us wanted the moment to be over.  It was pure magic.   And once again, I hadn’t cum—physically—but mentally I was as satisfied as I could be.

    As I contemplated that, Sir surprised me, “Thomas, you have my permission to shoot.  Cover Lt. with your seed.”

    It didn’t take me more than five strokes to get there.   One, two, three, four, fi…my cock exploded with the intensity of last night.  The first shot actually shot over Lt.’s face, but the remaining 8+ (I lost count) covered his hair, face, chin, chest, stomach….drenching him with my cum.

    I laid back down on Lt.’s sticky chest and Sir laid on me, listening to each other’s heartbeats.  Although none of us wanted the moment to end, Sir slid out of me and said to Lt., “Stay inside until I get the plug.”

    Sir reached down to something he had ready.  He squatted between my legs and what I felt stunned me, but it shouldn’t have.  I felt his hand holding something down at my hole and said to Lt., “Ok, pull out”.  As Lt. pulled his cock out of me, Sir slid in a well lubed, remarkably comfortable butt plug that secured their seed me.  Once inserted, he went on to say, “Your 48 hours isn’t officially over until this afternoon at 2.   You’ll take our seed with you on the airplane…something to remember us by”, he added with a smile.   I relaxed my hole and accepted the plug.  After what I’d been through it didn’t hurt at all.  And the idea of taking their seed with me gave me a strange satisfaction.

    They affectionately pulled me up on the bed, face down with my legs spread and Sir added the last two hashmarks.   “Lt., please grab a pic of our handsome slut here…something for us to remember him by.  As Lt. added the final two hashmarks, Sir counted out loud….”37…38!   Damn, boy, you are a first class slut.”

    With the butt plug comfortably lodged in my hole securing their seed, we showered together, had a lovely breakfast reminiscing about the nearly 48 hours of debauchery.  Sir did most of the talking; my head was still spinning so I had trouble articulating my feelings.  I needed time for all this to sink in.

    They had commitments that afternoon so they called me an Uber for the airport.  When it arrived, our car side farewells were surprisingly tender.    First, Lt. gave me a warm embrace and said laughingly, “I know I broke protocol by allowing you to fuck me, but one look at that thick cock of yours and I had to have you.” He tightened his embrace and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek, and added, “Check your phone on the way to the airport.  I finished the video, including this morning, and sent it to you.”   Then added with a big grin, “Make sure you wear your earbuds, you don’t want the driver to hear it and drive off the road.”

    Sir then stepped over and pulled me close saying, “Thomas, you are one helluva man.  You allowed yourself to be used and humiliated, yet you’re stronger than any man I’ve ever met.”  Clearly noticing the tears in my eyes, he finished, “I’d be honored to be your Master any time you’d like.”  He pulled me even closer and gave me a warm, passionate kiss on the lips, Uber driver be damned.

    I watched the video in the Uber ride to the airport, and Lt. was right…good thing the driver couldn’t hear it.   It was 20 minutes of pure raunch. I arrived at the airport with enough time to relax in the Delta lounge before takeoff.  I’d given some thought as to how long I’d leave the plug in and in a way I wanted it to be in forever, marking this momentous event. But I had to be practical.  It was nearing 2PM, the 48 hour mark, and my best option was to use one of the private bathrooms in the lounge.  I stepped in, carefully removed the plug, washed it and stowed it in my backpack.  I didn’t know what I’d do with it in the future, but I knew I’d keep it for a long, long time.

    My story ends where it starts, “Welcome to Delta flight 1102 ladies and gentlemen, please prepare for takeoff.  Our time in flight is three hours so we should have you at the gate in Puerta Vallarta by 5:30 this afternoon.  Relax and enjoy the flight.”  

    On my flight to Dallas, I did everything but relax.  I was torn between  the allure of my fantasies and the dread of the unknown.

    But I’d come a long way in the past 48 hours.  I experienced my fantasies, and I learned how much I could endure, both exceeding my expectations. 

    But more importantly, I learned exactly what I wanted and needed going forward.  It was a painful lesson, but a much needed one.  Unlike my trip here to Dallas, I was able to “relax and enjoy the flight”, like the flight attendant’s announcement.   

     Epilogue

    Anticipating marks on my body I’d have to explain to my colleagues, I had planned a trip alone in Puerta Vallarta immediately after the weekend,  giving me time alone to process the 48 hours.

    I’d booked a beautiful seaside resort that was predominantly gay.  I wasn’t looking for action but was more comfortable around like-minded people.  And I needed to be somewhere where the rope burns, flogging welts and hash marks didn’t raise questions. 

    The first night there, I collapsed in bed and slept for over 12 hours.  Day 1 was spent by the pool where my punished body was probably noticeable, but I didn’t care.

    After a peaceful dinner alone giving me ample time to reflect, I was sitting at the bar, finally relaxed, enjoying a glass of cabernet and basking in my Dallas experience.  I had met the physical, mental, and emotional challenge of being owned and abused for 48 hours.  Pain, loss of control, humiliation and more; I had successfully endured them all.  I had ‘won’.   But more importantly, I’d gotten it out of my system.  I no longer would fantasize, or even wonder, about the role of a sub.  I survived the real thing, even flourished.  And not to mention the come on from that sexy Henry when he left.   What was that all about?  After a couple glasses of red wine contemplating this, I was blissfully content.

    The bar was less than half full when a character who looked like “Tom of Finland Goes to the Beach” sat down a few seats from me.  Bear-like, bearded, muscled arms, one earing, tight and very short shorts, a black wife beater, and loose leather straps around his left wrist. I tried not to look as he approached but I couldn’t help but notice his massive bulge begging for attention.  I tried to ignore him knowing the pre-Dallas me would’ve fantasized about the bulge and everything that came with it. But the new me dismissed him.  Question answered, box checked.

    Savoring my wine and feeling superior about the previous 48 hours, Mr. Tom of Finland zeroed in on me radiating authority and looking through me like I wasn’t there.  I didn’t make eye contact but I could feel his paralyzing, non-stop gaze.  He smugly knew I knew he was watching me.   Evaluating me.  Appraising me.   My brain wanted to make it clear I wasn’t interested, but my cock was going in the other direction. Despite my feigned disinterest, I was reluctantly drawn to him and everything he represented.  

    He continued to stare, seemingly challenged by my non-response.  I tried to make it clear I wasn’t interested; I’d just spent the last 48 hours with 14 guys just like him.  But he wouldn’t relent…my discomfort fueled his appetite for me.

    Finally, he asked the bartender for a pen and paper, wrote something, handed it to the bartender and whispered instructions.  I fought hard to ignore it, but he made sure I knew he was up to something.  The bartender poured another glass of cabernet as Mr. Tom of Finland abruptly left the bar.  Once gone, the bartender handed me the glass of wine and said, “This is compliments of the gentleman”, motioning to his bar stool.  Then he handed me the note adding, “This is for you as well”, and returned to his chores.

    I slowly opened the note, my imagination working overtime.  It read:

     I saw you at the pool today.  I see you like to play rough. I’m in room 1220, the Penthouse Suite. Be there at 10 sharp tonight.  If you’re not there, you won’t get a second chance.

    Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit, I thought to myself.  I’d barely had time to process the last 48 hours, and I’m being offered the same thing a second time.  I had no idea if I were ready, or if I wanted it at all.

    I looked at my watch and it was 9:40.

    I had less the 20 minutes to figure it all out.

    I went back and forth, assessing the pros and cons of each course of action.   I had put a week aside for reflection, not 20 minutes.

    I kept telling myself that if I chose to ignore the invitation/command, I’d have plenty more opportunities like this in the future, if I even wanted them.  But that was my brain thinking; my cock was thinking something entirely different.  As hard as I had tried to ignore him, I began to sweat and my cock continued to harden. 

    It was 9:55. I had to make a decision.  The numbers 12 and 6 kept flashing in my brain.  He was on the 12th floor, I was on the 6th.

    9:58.   I’d paid my bill, and with my heart pounding so hard I could almost hear it, I walked to the elevator.  I prayed it wouldn’t come, but it did.

    The doors slid open and I got on. Alone. I had to push one of the buttons.

    Floor 6:  I’ve gotten this out of my system and am getting on with my life.

    Floor 12:  That beautiful bulge.

    Floor 6:   My hole was still sore.  My body needs a rest.

    Floor 12:   It’s just one night…not a lifelong commitment.

    Floor 6:  Topping Lt. was insanely hot.  I’m a top too, for chrissake.   Act like one.

    Floor 12:  He may have some friends up there as hot as he is.

    The door began to close.  I had to choose.  My hand reached for the panel.  I pushed the floor I had to push.  I didn’t really have a choice.

  • Walt & Dan an Seahorse Love Story

    The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling cityscape. Walt enjoyed an unobstructed view of the spectacle from his office window, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. His thoughts wandered to Dan, his best friend, confidante, and parent. Over the past few days since their one-night stand, their relationship had evolved from simple lunch meetings and chats on their way to work to something deeper.

    They spent the following days together, nights talking, laughing at work, and exploring each other’s bodies in the privacy of their apartments. The connection between them was undeniable, a spark that neither could ignore.

    One night, in his cosy apartment, Walt and Dan, arms entwined, spent a night together in his cosy apartment, lost in their own world. Walt felt something he had lost, content it had vanished from his life when Lena left, the anger, the heartbreak which sometimes grabbed at him like tiny hooks in the night was going, did Dan help him remove them and would he be able to preserve this as their relationship deepened.

    The next day, as Walt walked to his therapy session he knew he needed to reveal this new addition to his journey, as he sat in the chair opposite Ms Jackson, his thoughts racing, he felt he could let go, explaining his situation to the therapist facing opposite him, he felt the words pour out, his history with Dan, the way they had become more than just friends, their budding romance, how memories of Lena’s betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over everything. With the support of friends and family, he still felt isolated, as if no one truly understood what he was going through, and it took a year of sessions to open up to others. Yet Dan was different. It was only a couple of days, but he felt that Dan reentering his life had demonised the last of the ruins of self doubt. The therapist nodded, her eyes full of empathy and understanding.

    Ms Jackson said, “it sounds like Dan’s opening party came at the best time in your healing journey. He has always had your back and because of your shared history, he knew what to say to help your recovery.” “But I feel like I would have overstepped the mark by opening up to someone else during this time. It feels like I should focus on myself, not on forming new relationships.”

    The therapist leaned forward, her expression serious.

    “But it’s also important to remember that sometimes we connect with people unexpectedly, and those connections can bring us joy and healing when we least expect it. If you connect with Dan, it might be worth exploring where that connection leads.” 

    Walt nodded, but Ms Jackson had another question: “Did you have feelings for Dan when you were in school?”

    Walt thought about it for a few seconds and replied, “maybe I did, I saw him as a friend, I loved what he represented to me, he was confident and unafraid to be himself that was rather attractive, I wanted to be his boyfriend but because he was such a tomboy as a female, I believed he was going to be a lesbian and so I think that’s why I focused on Lena, thinking that anything more than friendship was doomed to fail, I played it safe, with the popular conventional girl that was my Titania. Boy, that was a mistake.” 

    Walt laughed, as did Ms Jackson. “One more thing?” said Walt. “Does loving Dan make me Bisexual, or am I still in love with the ghost of his former self?” Ms Jackson smiled. “Walt,” she said, “when you had sex in your office, did Dan’s anatomy excite you? Or did that first kiss awaken repressed feelings? Did you realise you could never stop loving him, regardless of who he became?” 

    Walt paused, considered his options, and said, “I didn’t care about Dan’s body; it’s his presence that matters. He makes me feel safe and missed when he’s gone. Is that corny?”

    Ms Jackson nodded, “but who cares if you buy him a flower every day, or remember his coffee order? It shows you have recovered from your heartbreak. Perhaps you’re pansexual, drawn to Dan’s personality, not just his appearance. That’s a healthy way to view relationships. Even co-parenting might bring you happiness. The possibly child at least you will remain happy with that healthy relationship.”

    Walt smiled, “thank you Ms, I feel good about this,” Walt ended the session proud that he could embrace this future with Dan.

    As they waited for the 21st day, Walt and Dan were more than happy spending their time together. They were slowly getting comfortable being an unusual couple. To everyone, it looked like they had been a couple since day one. Two men who happily spoke about their days as they waited for Dan to show the small hopeful signs, but if they didn’t get there on the first attempt, they were happy to try again; it wasn’t like Walt would complain.

    One evening, as they lounged on Walt’s balcony enjoying dusk after a busy day at work and the gym afterwards, they discussed their desires for the future. Dan’s smooth voice, laced with confidence, made Walt feel both safe and aroused. “I might want more kids, Walt. Consider this option first.” Walt smiled, “I guess, coming from big families, we would need more than a single child.”

    As the evening grew darker, the twinkling lights of the city shimmered like stars against the indigo sky. The conversation between them flowed effortlessly, like this was the plan along.

    Tears streamed down Walt’s face. Dan, noticing, asked, “What’s wrong, Walt?” He said, “It’s how beautiful tonight is with you here, I can’t believe how a chance meeting got us together, I hope I can be as great a parent as you will be Dan.”

    Dan smiled, his green eyes twinkling with warmth. “I know you will, Walt. That’s why I trust you.”

    Walt’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of those words. Dan’s trust surprised him; he’d admired the man for years.

    The thought filled Walt with a sense of purpose and determination, especially since it was day 19. Dan would either skip a period or show signs, but the anticipation was crazy for them both.

    The following day, Dan sensed trouble. He woke up in his apartment and while he felt okay, something felt off.

    Dan was not sure what it was, but he felt different, a strange feeling in his stomach, and an unusual fatigue. He tried to shake it off and got ready for work. Walt had texted to him saying he was out for a workout earlier, so not to wait up for him, but they had agreed to meet for lunch later in the day.

    As Dan walked through the bustling alleyway towards his business, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He stopped by a nearby cafe and ordered a cup of tea, hoping that it would help him clear his head.

    As he sat there, he noticed a group of people walking by outside. A bus rushed by, and Dan watched as people hung on to the handles, laughing and chatting. Suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he rushed to the bathroom.

    Dan barely made it to the toilet before he started vomiting. He felt weak and clammy, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He sat on the floor for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.

    After a while, he got up and splashed some water on his face. Noticing his paleness, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He thought this might be it; he’d see the doctor after work if needed, or during lunch—Walt would understand.

    As he walked into his business, his pale face and dishevelled appearance immediately caught the attention of his employees; they had been happily chatting when they saw Dan. One tailor approached him, looking worried. “Dan, what happened to you? You don’t look well. Are you okay?”

    Dan shook his head, trying to brush off the concern. “I’m fine, just a little under the weather. I think I’ll take the rest of the day off and head home.” The tailor nodded, looking relieved but still concerned. “Alright, take care of yourself. We’ll carry on with alterations for the day.”

    As Dan made his way to his apartment, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He knew something was wrong, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He climbed the stairs to his apartment, feeling heavier with each step.

    Dan barely had the strength to unlock the door and step inside before collapsing onto the couch. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing and calm his racing thoughts.

    His phone pinged, he saw a message from one of his tailors, explaining that Walt came in to ask if he arrived and they explained the way he looked and Walt was coming over.

    Dan felt a pang of worry in his stomach. He knew Walt would be concerned about him, especially given their situation. He quickly typed out a response, reassuring his friend that he was okay and just needed some rest.

    Just as he was about to hit send, there was a knock on the door. Dan groaned, not having the energy to get up and answer it. But then he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. “Dan, it’s Walt. Open the door, please.”

    Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Walt’s voice. He quickly got up and opened the door, revealing Walt’s concerned face. “Hey, what’s going on? You look awful,” Walt said, taking in Dan’s pale appearance. “I don’t feel so good. I was just about to lie down,” Dan replied, leaning against the doorframe for support.

    Walt’s expression turned serious as he looked at Dan. “You need to see a doctor. Let me help you.” Walt helped Dan to his feet and guided him to a cab. Dan didn’t protest, grateful for Walt’s powerful arms around him. They drove quickly, knowing that every minute counted. Dan thankfully got his doctor on the phone, and luck, may have there been a space. Dan said to Walt, “Dr Rossi will see me. He’s my main one.” Walt nodded. The cab driver looked curious about what Dan had said, but Walt said, “Have something to say?” His straight to the point of delivery silence the driver

    When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor was waiting for them. Dr Rossi, a long-time friend of Dan, spent most of Dan’s time in the city at the hospital. He knew his body more than Dan did. “What’s going on, Dan?” the doctor asked, concern etched on his face.

    “I’ve been feeling unwell,” Dan replied, his voice barely audible. Dr Rossi nodded and quickly ushered them into an exam room. Walt held Dan’s hand tightly as the doctor questioned Dan’s current spell of conditions.

    The doctor’s expression smiled as he looked at Dan. “You might be pregnant, Dan. The surprise symptoms sound a lot like morning sickness. I’ll order a pregnancy test just to confirm, but there’s no mistaking it.”

    Dan felt a wave of shock and disbelief wash over him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had suspected it, but hearing it confirmed felt like a punch to the gut.

    “I’m pregnant?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Dr Rossi nodded. “Yes, Dan, you’re pregnant.” Dan sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to process the news. He felt Walt squeeze his hand tightly, offering him silent support.

    They completed the test, and time seemed to slow down. Walt and Dan had orchestrated this moment, but now that it was unfolding, both men found it challenging. The other women in the waiting room watched curiously as the two men puzzled over their presence.

    Back in the office, Dr Rossi’s serious face melted into a caring smile, “congratulations Dan you’re pregnant, the sickness was just your first spell of morning sickness, I’ll leave you two while I get a pregnancy guide for what to take to get you back on your feet.”

    Walt couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions – happiness, excitement, fear, and uncertainty. He saw Dan’s overwhelmed, yet smiling, reaction to the news.

    “Hey, are you okay?” Walt asked, taking Dan’s hand in his. Dan nodded. “Yeah, I’m just… surprised, I guess. I didn’t think it would happen so soon.” Walt squeezed Dan’s hand. “Well, it’s happening, and we’re going to get through it together.” Dan smiled. “Yeah, we are.”

    Walt said, his voice barely above a whisper. Dan smiled at him, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth wash over him. At that moment, Walt leaned in and kissed Dan softly on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and hope for the future.

    “Dan, I want us to be officially boyfriends and move in together, I missed my chance before and don’t want to miss that chance again, so what do you think?” Walt said, pulling away slightly. Dan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “Yes,” Dan said, without hesitation. “Yes, I want that too.”

    Walt’s face lit up with joy and relief. He desired to ask Dan, yet fear of rejection paralyzed him. Dan’s affirmative response yielded unexpected joy; a feeling absent for years.

  • The Neighbor Next Door

    “Thanks for dinner, Claire. It was great,” Jamie said as Claire stacked the dishes and began taking them to the kitchen while Jamie and I finished our beers. When Claire left the room, Jamie turned and gave me a quick wink and a grin that made my dick jerk in my pants. I looked away quickly, nervous that Claire might see it and suspect something.

    “You are welcome to join us for dinner any night,” Claire said as we walked Jamie to the door. “Thanks, Claire. I am going to head back up to Bobbie’s dad’s place first thing in the morning. Something was bothering her, and she said we needed to talk. I will be heading out first thing in the morning,” Jamie explained as he returned to his house.

    A couple of days passed without Jamie around, and my frustration and horniness grew. I couldn’t focus on work and became increasingly irritable with everything, including Claire. “I have to run to the hardware store,” I told Claire abruptly after dinner, not waiting for her to ask to go with me. “Ok, have fun,” I heard her say, her exceedingly uninterested tone from her laptop.

    I wasn’t sure where I was going and didn’t care as I drove. Just on the outskirts of town was a small store that stood alone in a small gravel parking lot with a couple of cars parked. Neon lights and signs read ” All Night Books” and “Adult Entertainment.”  As I approached the store, a part of me trembled excitedly, while another part warned me about stopping. I pulled the car into a parking spot on the gravel surface and stared at the nondescript, windowless, cinder block wall.

    Finally, after mentally telling myself to leave, I took a deep breath and decided to check out the store. I knew what an adult bookstore was but never thought about going to one. I approached the blacked-out glass door, shaking as I pulled the handle and entered. One side of the store was lined with rows of magazines and books. And on the other side were shelves with DVDs categorized by sections that read: “Girl on Girl,” “Hot Hits,” and “Gay Porn.”

    Beyond the DVDs was a metal wall display with hooks and shelves covered with tubes and bottles of lube, miscellaneous sex toys, and rubber dicks in all shapes and sizes, and the smell of rubber hit me as I walked by them. Further down stood two round racks with black leather jackets and pants. I ran my hand over the leather jackets, feeling the cold, rough material as the leather scent filled my nose.

    “Those are nice,” I heard a man say softly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him, grinning at me and rubbing the front of his pants. The man was at least 70 years old. I nodded and kept walking, trying not to see him touching himself.

    A dark hallway with doors on both sides was in the back of the building. I stood and watched as men of all ages, shapes, and sizes walked in and out of the doors. Nervously, I walked down the hallway to see what they were doing. As I approached, some men looked at me and smiled before disappearing into a booth. “They want you to follow them,” I heard the same old man say close to my ear. I jumped back and stared at him. “They want you to follow them into the booth so you can do things,” He said excitedly.

    “Do what?” I asked, feeling stupid. The man smiled. You’ll figure it out,” he said and walked away. As I watched, several men continued walking by me. Some smiled or nodded, and others made a low moaning sound. “Hey, how’s it going?” I heard someone ask. The man beside me wore sweatpants, and a hoodie zippered halfway, exposing a smooth chest.  

    “Hey,” I said shyly. “First time?” He asked. “Yeah,” I said, so nervous that I found it hard to find my voice. “I’m Dan,” He said, shaking my hand. “Um, Bob,” I lied. Dan’s hand was soft and warm as it wrapped around my hand. “You want to watch a movie?” Dan asked and led me into a booth before I could answer.

    The small room was dark and had a smell of some cleaning solution mixed with the stale smell of cum. The walls were bare except for a small screen on one wall with a card reader that listed prices. Dan pulled out his credit card and swiped the machine. “You pick,” he said as the menu came up. “I don’t know any of these,” I said, feeling stupid. Dan reached for the screen and chose a movie; the description had something to do with truckers. A second later, the film started.

    I watched as the dimly lit room brightened and the film started playing. A truck driver exited a large tractor-trailer, walked to the back of the truck, pulled open the door, and climbed up. The trucker leaned against the wall; as guys walked by, he ran his hand down his muscled body and over the front of his well-worn jeans as his crotch showed the outline of a massive cock.

    As I stared at the screen, Dan moved closer. I could feel the heat coming off his body. He reached between my legs, running his hand over my semi-hard cock. “That feels nice,” he said softly. I turned from the screen to look at him. Dan was a handsome young man, probably in his mid-20s. He was shorter than me by a couple of inches. His hair was cropped close in what looked like a military style.

    Dan moved closer and pressed his body to mine. He placed his head softly on my chest as his hand gently felt my growing cock through my pants. Tentatively, I ran my hands down Dan’s back, feeling the muscles as we hugged in the dark booth. His body was warm and firm under my touch. Dan looked at me momentarily, then closed his eyes as his lips touched mine. His lips were thick, soft, and warm.

    I placed my hand on Dan’s head, feeling the short-cropped hair as I pulled him to me. Our lips intertwined, and our tongues began to play. As we kissed, Dan unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open. Then he reached for my belt and began to work it free. I pulled away without warning, and Dan stepped back, confused. “I can’t do that here,” I said, feeling a surge of caution. “I want it,” Dan said, trying to work his hands back to my pants. His boyish look was covered with a deep sexual desire.

    “Come back to my place. It’s only a few miles away,” Dan said when I didn’t allow him to continue. He moved close when I hesitated, pressing his body against mine. He brought his lips to my neck and began running them over my skin, causing my dick to pulse with blood.

    “Follow me,” Dan said before opening the door with the movie still playing and stepping into the dark hallway. I lowered my head, following Dan, forgetting that my shirt was still open. Dan walked to the entrance and out the door. “He’s a hot one,” I heard the old man say as I made my way to the door.

    As I drove to Dan’s place, he took my hand and brought it to the front of his sweatpants, and ran it over the length of his cock. “Do you like it?” he asked, raising his hips and driving his cock hard into my hand. “His dick was very hard and very thick, and there was a noticeable wet spot.

    As we approached Dan’s building, I realized it was housing for the university. “Are you in college?” I asked as I pulled into a visitor spot. “Yeah, I am in my Senior year,” Dan explained. “How old are you?” I asked, a sense of concern rising in me. “I’m 19, but I will be 20 next month,” Dan said with a wide smile. We exited the car, and Dan led me to his studio apartment. The room was small but laid out well. I sat on the small sofa across from his bed and desk. A moment later, Dan returned with two bottles of cheap beer, handed one to me, and sat beside me.

    As we sat drinking our beers, Dan pressed his leg to mine. “Do you go to that place often?” He asked. “No. Not at all,” I began to say defensively, then softened my tone. “It was the first time I was ever there,” I continued, a bit calmer. “Yeah, I could tell,” Dan said with a bit of a chuckle. “You?” I asked. “Not often. Mostly, I go to watch movies and JO. Most of the guys there are fat and gross,” He explained.

    “Are you married?” Dan asked, looking at the ring on my hand. “It’s cool, just asking,” Dan said as I struggled to answer. “It’s our secret,” He said as he ran his hand over my leg, making my body erupt in goosebumps. I gulped down my beer, trying to still my nerves as his hand moved closer to my cock. Dan finished his beer, took both bottles, and returned them to the kitchen.

    Dan returned and stood in front of me. With a grin, he unzipped his sweatshirt and dropped it on the floor. Dan’s body was almost entirely smooth; his pecs were large and round, his abs were rigid, and his lean torso narrowed down to the top of his sweatpants. Tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, he began to slowly lower them down his muscled legs, revealing his stiff cock, barely being constrained by a jockstrap.

    Dan stepped out of his sweatpants and lowered himself to his knees between my legs. Running both hands up my legs and over my thighs, Dan moved slowly toward me, a hungry, sexual look on his face. Dan reached for my belt and opened it, then popped the button on my pants and lowered the zipper.  

    With my zipper down, Dan began to pull my pants down my legs. My dick was hard and pressing against my white cotton briefs. Dan slowly moved his fingers over the cotton material, tracing the outline of my cock, and applying gentle pressure as he moved. “That’s nice. I bet it feels good,” Dan said with a grin.

    I closed my eyes as my body reacted to Dan’s fingers manipulating my hard cock through my briefs. Dan reached for the elastic band freeing my hard cock from the cotton restraint. He wrapped a hand around the base and pulled it toward him. A clear drop of precum formed at the tip. Dan gave my cock a gentle squeeze, and more precum began to pool at my piss slit.

    Dan bent forward and dragged his tongue over the tip of my cock. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue into my mouth. The sweet, salty taste of my precum filled my mouth as Dan’s tongue intertwined with mine.

    Dan made several more passes with his tongue scooping up and sharing my precum. Each time he moved to my cock, I waited to feel his mouth wrap around it and begin to suck it. Each time he didn’t take it into his mouth, increased my sexual frustration. Not able to stand the teasing any longer, I placed my hand on Dan’s head and began pushing him down on my cock.

    My cock began to slowly enter his mouth, feeling it slide past his teeth and over his tongue, and deeper into his throat. Dan gagged a bit as my dickhead hit the back of his throat. I released his head to allow him to recover. “Don’t stop. I want it,” Dan said, immediately taking my dick back into his mouth.

    Dan began to suck my dick, encircling it with his lips and dragging his tongue over the most sensitive areas. I ran my hand through Dan’s soft hair as his mouth bobbed up and down. Dan knew all the right places to touch, and I pushed my head into the back of the sofa, enjoying his mouth’s warmth.

    “Oh yeah. Oh fuck,” I began to moan as I felt myself getting very close. Dan stopped sucking and pulled his mouth free of my hard cock. I pulled my head up, feeling my frustration rise from being so close. I looked at him, waiting for him to finish, but the look on his face clearly indicated he wasn’t ready for me to cum.

    Dan reached and began to place soft kisses on my abs above my hard cock. Slowly, his mouth, lips, and tongue explored over my abs and to my chest. Dan pulled my shirt back and placed his lips on my right nipple. The warmth of his mouth made my dick react. Wrapping his free hand around my hard cock, he softly began to kiss my nipple and dart his tongue against the tip.

    Dan’s mouth became firmer on my nipple, and his tongue licked and darted around the now-sensitive tip. At the same time, his hand moved slowly, twisting and pulling on my hardness. Dan’s mouth began to suck the nipple, making it even more sensitive. Pain and pleasure intertwined as he continued sucking my nipple and manipulating my cock.

    His teeth began to bite the nipple, just enough that the pain felt good. I started to moan as the pain I felt on my pec mixed with the pleasure on my cock. I bucked my hips up, carelessly driving my hard dick into Dan’s hand. “Fuck man,” I moaned as intense sensations swept through my body. My dick swelled, and I knew I was getting close once again. “Fuck,” I hissed as the orgasm approached.

    Before my orgasm could happen, Dan removed his mouth from my nipple and his hand from my dick. I could not contain my frustration as I pulled my head up and stared at him. Dan grinned at the frustration written on my face. I reached for his hand and pulled it toward my dick. “I need it,” I said, sounding very desperate. “No,” Dan replied, pulling his hand back, teasing me further.

    I reached forward, trying to force Dan back to my cock and finish what he started, but he playfully moved out of reach. Dan stood up and backed away, grinning. His hard dick pressed the front of the jock out; the head peaked over the top of the elastic band.

    I got to my feet, my pants around my knees and my hard dick swaying wildly, and followed Dan to the other side of the room. Dan backed up to the bed, his smile taunting me as I approached. I grabbed him roughly by the hips and turned him toward the bed. I pushed him forcefully, and he fell toward the bed, bracing his hands on the mattress. I held him in place with one hand, then began to run the wet tip of my hard cock along his smooth ass crack.

    “What are you going to do?” Dan’s voice was cocky and playful. I knew what he wanted, and I knew what I needed. I squeezed my dick and watched as precum flooded the tip, then I pressed the head of my cock into Dan’s hole, pushing it past the outer ring. Dan’s ass clenched, and he took a deep breath.  

    I pushed my dick into Dan’s ass, feeling it slide into the warm tight space. Dan groaned, and he tried to reposition himself as my hard dick stretched his ass. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my voice filled with a sense of demand and anger. “Wait,” Dan grunted through gritted teeth, the pain of my dick in his ass washing over him.

    I didn’t move for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of my cock in Dan’s hole, knowing that the boy needed time to relax my dick inside him. “Fuck me,” Dan said softly after a few more seconds, and I felt the tightness in his body let go.

    Grabbing him by the hips, I began to slowly slide my dick out, then push it back in. I continued the in and out, each pass moving faster and deeper. I had no consideration for the boy. At that moment, he was a hole to fuck. A way to relieve my frustration. A way to get off.

    I started slamming my dick into Dan hard. The fucking, and sloshing sounds of my dick going in and out of him, of our bodies slapping together. Sweat began to bead on my forehead and roll down my chest as my effort intensified. My body was on fire as I continued using Dan’s ass. “Fuck me,” Dan moaned.

    I could feel the blood surging to my cock. I could feel it swelling hard, and I could feel my balls rolling and moving, indicating an orgasm was approaching. As much as I wanted, no needed to cum; I wasn’t ready yet. I pulled my dick free and took a step back, closing my eyes tight and allowing the impending orgasm to subside.

    Dan straightened up and turned to me. He had moved the jock down, exposing his hard dick, then he stepped out of the jock and lay on the bed, spreading his legs. I removed my shoes and allowed my pants to drop to the floor, then stepped out of them and knelt between Dan’s legs on the bed.

    Dan handed me the jock, and I brought it to my face. The jock smelled of precum and the boy’s musky scent as I held it to my nose, breathing it in. Then I brought it to Dan’s face and ran it roughly over his mouth. Bending forward, I brought my mouth close to Dan’s so that we could smell the jock together. Then I placed my mouth on Dan’s, and I began to force my tongue past his lips.

    Dan wrapped one arm around me, holding me to him while he shifted his body up and positioned himself so that my dick was back at the entrance of his ass. I shifted my weight forward, and Dan guided my dick back into his ass, and I began to fuck Dan again.

    I pumped my dick in and out of Dan while our lips remained entwined in a passionate kiss. Again, my body felt the rush of an imminent orgasm, but this time, I couldn’t hold it back. I pushed my dick hard into Dan one last time as my orgasm began. I could feel my cum shoot deep inside Dan’s ass. More cum shot from my dick as my body contorted from the intense orgasm. I trembled, and spasms seemed to take over my body as even more cum shot relentlessly from my dick.

    A chill ran over my body as the orgasm slowly faded. My dick remained lodged deep inside Dan’s ass as I tried to regain some control. I glanced guiltily at Dan, feeling bad for how hard I had fucked him, how I had used him for my needs, but he just grinned and ran his hand down his body to his still-hard cock.

    I sat back on my heels and allowed my dick to slip from Dan’s ass slowly. My dick was still hard and coated in my seed. Dan reached between his legs, and I watched as my milky white cum, oozed from his spent hole. Dan scooped up the cum and began smearing it on his cock as lube.

    Dan reached for my hand and brought it to his ass, pushing my fingers into his hole. “Yeah, just like that,” he moaned. Dan started to stroke his dick while I began fingering fucking him. Dan’s dick swelled, and I felt his ass tighten on my fingers. “FUCK” the boy said loudly, and cum shot from his dick straight up in the air, then seemed to stop before splashing back down on his cock and my hand.

    Another load shot from his dick; this time, Dan aimed it toward his face, and cum splashed his neck and chin. More cum shot from the boy’s dick, each blast coating a part of his torso. Dan’s hand finally stopped moving, and the last drops of cum oozed from his dick head. Dan lay spent on the bed coated in white glistening deposits of cum.

    I slid my fingers out of Dan’s ass slowly and began to move to the side of the bed. “Fuck man, that was hot,” Dan said, breaking the silence. We both got off the bed, cleaned up, and began getting dressed. A few minutes later, Dan walked me to the door. “Here’s my number if you ever want to meet up,” he said, slipping a piece of paper into my hand. I bent forward and kissed Dan, then left the apartment.

    I sat in my car, and guilt washed over me. I realized I wasn’t feeling guilty for cheating on Claire. I felt guilty for cheating on Jamie.

  • The Future is Now

    Mark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, staring out at the gray skyline. His eyes searched for any semblance of life, any break in the concrete jungle that had occupied his days and nights whole. The office behind him buzzed with the muffled clack of keyboards and the occasional ring of a telephone. It felt like a cage sometimes, and Mark wondered if he’d ever feel young in his mundane life again.

    Jake, his best friend since college and now coworker, strutted in with a big grin, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the corp they worked for now. With a quiet thud, he placed an unassuming black box onto Mark’s desk. “Happy Birthday, big guy,” he exclaimed, clapping Mark on the shoulder.

    “It’s not my birthday,” The older man answered gruffly as he eyed the box warily. Jake was several years younger than him and always came up with wild ideas that Mark found hard to keep up with. It was a simple black cardboard with a nondescript label. Jake’s grin grew wider, a hint of familiar mischief playing at the corners of his eyes. “It’s just a saying, man! I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately, so I figured you could use something to help blow off some steam.”

    Mark’s curiosity piqued, he gingerly picked up the box and gave it a gentle shake. It was light, the contents shifting with a soft, mysterious thud. He looked at Jake, who nodded encouragingly. With cautious hands, Mark peeled back the tape and lifted the lid. Inside was a sleek, black, modern-looking cylinder object nestling in purple plush foam. Mark stared at it, a mix of shock and embarrassment coloring his bearded cheeks when he realized what it was.

    “What the hell, Jake?” Mark whispered aggressively as he hastily shoved the box back down, his face a deep shade of crimson. The room suddenly felt smaller and hotter. “You can’t just hand me a damn sex toy in the office!”

    Jake chuckled and folded his arms. “Don’t act like a virgin, Mark. You’ve been working yourself to the bone. You need some stress relief, man. And not the weak kind you get from a cold beer after overtime.”

    Despite the flush on his weathered face, Mark couldn’t suppress the curiosity and anticipation. As a single man in his mid-forties, Mark’s sex life was a distant memory buried under piles of paperwork and deadlines. The sleek fleshlight stared back at him, still and promising. He had heard whispers of these high-tech toys on the market but had never thought about exploring those things himself. It was a topic too distant from his stoic, disciplined nature.

    “You could have given it to me in private, at least,” Mark whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes darting around the room to ensure no one had noticed the exchange.

    Jake shrugged. “You’re my best buddy. What’s to be shy about?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides, it’s not just any fleshlight. This baby is the most advanced model, like nothing you’ll ever experience! It’s got temperature control, vibration settings, and…”

    “Aright, alright!” Mark whispered urgently, his face getting a bit redder. “Keep it down. I don’t need the whole damn office knowing about this!” He slammed the box shut and shoved it into his drawer, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was looking their way. Jake just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

    After Jake had mercifully left him alone, Mark couldn’t help but sneak another peek at the box. He was both intrigued and horrified by the gift. The thought of using such a thing was foreign, yet tantalizing. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his work, but the image of the sleek device kept popping into his mind, like a siren’s call beckoning him.

    That night, back at Mark’s quiet apartment, he sat on the edge of his bed, the black box taunting him from the corner of his vision. Mark had told himself that it was a ridiculous gift, a joke from Jake that had gone too far. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, the stress of the days began to feel too heavy and his curiosity grew stronger.

    “To hell with it,” Mark huffed before pulling his shirt off in one swift move. His body, though not as sculpted as it had been in his youth, was still firm and strong from his occasional trips to the gym. His thick chest is covered in coarse hair, his stomach still bore the faint lines of abs. Mark walked over to the box, his heart beating faster than it had in years.

    Mark knew what a fleshlight is, those tacky plastic cylinder toys with opening on one side, the flesh-colored silicon interior made to simulate a human vagina. He had seen it on the internet, had joked about it with friends when he was younger, but never thought he would own one, let alone using it himself. Except the one he’s currently holding looked nothing like the cheap, garish objects Mark had seen. This one was sleek and had a gloss over the black body, looking almost… elegant.

    But it’s the digital screen on the body that made Mark frown in confusion. He had expected something simpler, something that didn’t look like it could run the company’s IT system. Mark pressed the power button with a sigh. The screen illuminated, displaying a series of settings and options. He scoffed at the absurdity of it all, but he could feel the heat of anticipation started building in his groin.

    Just as Mark pulled off his trousers, a voice from the device startled him. “Welcome to your personal pleasure experience,” It cooed, making Mark jumped and almost dropped the toy in surprise. “To begin, please select your desired partner’s gender.” The device asked in a typical neutral digital voice.

    “Seriously? This sex toy is equipped with an AI assistant?” Mark murmured to himself, his hand gripping the toy as he stared at the device. He was straight, always has been. But Mark could never deny there’s a certain thrill about experimenting with another man… Since he was already doing something new and foreign, might as well go all the way, Mark thought as he pressed ‘Male’ on the screen.

    “Excellent! I’m honored to work with you and provide pleasure you never imagined to be possible!” The male voice was smooth and life-like, sounding both young and mature at the same time. Mark swallowed nervously as he swiped through the temperature options, finally settling on a comforting number that would mimic the heat of a real human body. The toy beeped in acknowledgment, the device pulsating slightly as it heated up.

    With a deep breath, Mark reached into his boxer briefs and freed his cock. It was already half hard, the anticipation building in his stomach. He hadn’t had the luxury of masturbation in what felt like an eternity. His hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling the familiar weight and girth. His cock grew thick and veiny, reaching full hardness quickly, with the large mushroom-shaped head half-covered in foreskin already leaking precum.

    “Heating procedure complete. Please insert your member now,” the AI announced cheerfully, and Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. He positioned the toy, the warm, velvety opening hovering above his tip. Mark took a deep breath and pushed in, feeling the tight, textured embrace of the toy. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The AI had created an internal space that was not what Mark expected at all.

    The moment he was fully sheathed, the toy began to purr with gentle vibrations, the walls contracting and releasing in a seductive rhythm, the inside of the toy felt like an ever-changing magical space that embraced his cock. Mark’s eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure shot through him. The device was so responsive, it was as if it knew exactly what he needed, which was both thrilling and a little unsettling.

    “Shit!” Mark cursed quietly as the first wave of pleasure washed over him. No partner had ever made him feel anything so intense. The toy’s interior was a maze of textures that seemed to move and shift all around his throbbing erection, jerking, stroking, and massaging. It was like a living, breathing being, eager to give him the ultimate release. Mark felt like he might actually finish without even needing to pump the toy.

    “Would you like to activate sensor mode?” The toy’s digital voice suddenly spoke up, making Mark jump slightly. “I am equipped with sensors that can pinpoint your reactive erogenous zones, providing a tailored experience for maximum pleasure. Simply say ‘Yes’ to enable this feature.”

    Feeling a mix of trepidation and excitement, Mark swallowed hard and murmured, “Yes.” The device responded with a gentle hum, and the vibrations grew slower but deeper. Mark’s cock throbbed as the inner walls of the device began to pulse and contract around him, as if a real experienced hand is exploring his shaft, finding all the right spots. It was eerily surreal and erotic, Mark found himself getting lost in the sensation.

    As the high-tech toy worked their magic, Mark’s eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure spiked. His foreskin was pulled back from all the motions, and the vibration was pounding around his exposed glans deliciously. But it was another spot that made Mark’s whole body jerk and tremble. It was his frenulum, that sensitive strip of skin just below his cockhead, which was now being meticulously massaged by the internal ridges of the device. It was an exquisite torture, one that sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body with every stroke. Mark had always known that spot was sensitive, but he had never realized just how much so until now.

    “Responsive spot detected. Is this the right location to focus on?” The male voice from the toy inquired in a smug tone that shouldn’t be possible for an AI. Mark’s breath hitched as the toy’s vibrating wall pressed in tightly against his sweet spot, the sensation so intense it was as if someone had flicked a switch in his brain that had been off for years.

    “Yes…!” Mark hissed, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The device responded immediately, the vibrations increasing in intensity and the internal ridges pressing harder against his sweet spot, while the wall gripped and stroked his throbbing shaft expertly. Mark almost felt like he was being violated due to how intense and targeted the pleasure felt, as if the device knew his body better than himself.

    With each thrust, the fleshlight’s walls gripped him tighter, the vibrations pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The warmth, the tightness, the unrelenting pressure on his most sensitive spot… it was overwhelming. Mark gripped the base of the toy through harsh panting, his knuckles turning white as he held on for dear life. He could feel his orgasm building, his hairy balls tightening as pent-up cum churned inside.

    “Detecting imminent orgasm. Would you like to reach climax or activate Edging Mode?”

    Mark’s eyes shot open, the reality of his situation crashing back. He was in his bedroom, pants around his ankles, sweating and cursing, with a robotic voice asking him about his climax preferences. Mark took a deep breath and paused, considering his options. The idea of prolonging this intense feeling was tempting, but the pressure was already too much to bear.

    “No, I’m good. Just… I’d like to finish.” Mark managed to say through gritted teeth. The AI responded with a gentle purr, the vibrations and contractions subsiding slightly, allowing him to catch his breath. But the respite was short-lived, as the toy soon began to build up the intensity again, like a skilled lover who knew exactly when to ease off and when to push harder.

    “Understood. Preparing to trigger orgasm through frenulum stimulation.”

    The toy’s walls tightened even more, gripping and stroking his shaft in a way that made Mark’s toes curl. He had never been so close to the edge, so quickly, with just his own hand. The AI was a master, guiding him to heights of pleasure he had only dreamt of.

    Then Mark felt it, something new, something unexpected. A small, firm probe could be felt within the toy’s interior, sliding up the length of his cock until it lodged firmly against his frenulum. It was like a gentle flicker of a warm, wet tongue, and he gasped at the sudden, intense sensation. The probe was somehow firm yet flexible, then it began to dance just below his leaking cockhead with an expertise that no human could ever match.

    The pleasure was so intense that Mark had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. It was as if the device had mapped out every nerve ending in his body and had zeroed in on the one that would give him the most exquisite release. His hips began to buck involuntarily, his body desperate for more of this alien yet exquisite sensation.

    The probe grew more insistent, the gentle flicks turning into rapid-fire taps that sent shockwaves through his entire being. Mark’s breaths grew ragged as he approached climax, his chest heaving unevenly. “I… I can’t hold on,” Mark panted, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining control. The toy responded with a series of rapid contractions, squeezing and milking his shaft in a way that gave Mark no chance to hold back.

    With one last hard rub on his frenulum, Mark lost all self-control. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as hot semen shot out of him and into the toy’s pulsating channel. The fleshlight’s walls milked him for every last drop, the contractions and vibrations perfectly synced to the pulses of his cock. It was as if the device was alive, and it was encouraging Mark to empty everything he had for it.

    As the last of his climax subsided, Mark slumped back against the bed, his hairy chest heaving. The toy’s grip loosened, the vibrations dying down to a gentle hum. He felt boneless, both his stress and energy have been milked out of his usually tense body. Just as Mark was about to drift off, he saw the small screen on the toy light up with fireworks effects before the voice spoke up. 

    “Thank you for using your personal pleasure device. Would you like to provide feedback to further optimize your future experience?”

    Mark stared at the colorful fireworks on the screen in a daze, his legs were still shaking, and his mind was still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. The high-tech fleshlight had created an experience so surreal, so intense, that it made Mark feel like he could never jerk off with his hands ever again. He felt a strange mix of amazement and embarrassment.

    “I…” Mark gasped, but the intense orgasm had sapped all the strength from his body to the point that he could barely speak. He let the fleshlight slip from his grasp, his limp cock still twitching from the aftershocks. The AI’s question hung in the air, and after a moment, he managed to croak out, “No feedback. It was… perfect.” 

    The last thing on Mark’s post-orgasmic fuzzy mind was Jake’s annoyingly smug face, before his eyes roll back and his body collapsed back onto the bed, passing out from the overwhelming experience. Despite his initial embarrassment, Mark knew this would not be the last time he used the terrifyingly efficient toy.