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Learning to Dance

I stood in my T-shirt, bib overalls, hard hat. I looked like I was a Village People fan, too clean, too sharp. I had my sandwich and flask, tool box and a hard on.

Degsy tooted and he opened the back of the van and as I climbed in Degsy gave my arse a shove with his boot, Macca laughed. I fell on the van deck surrounded by tools and buckets. Macca said good morning and we drove off in silence, me excited, to them just another day.

‘Now then Spanno let’s get you signed in, get you your PPE and the site induction over with’.

‘Here’s Terry, I’ll see you on floor zero when you’re done here’. Says Degsy.

Terry looked me up and down and hummed ‘YMCA’ as he issued me a site entry card and took my handprint for the hazardous areas access system. 

‘Boots’,

‘size 9 please’,

‘Gloves’,

‘Medium please’,

‘Chest’,

‘42’,

‘Waist’,

‘32’,

‘Inside leg’,

‘32’,

‘Cock’,

‘9 inches’,

‘Liar’.

I’d passed that test and put on the gear. The induction was a YouTube generic video of a building site. Lots of eye candy.

I watched it and filled in the multiple guess test at the end.

‘I’ll bet you liked that video’, Terry said. 

I think I knew what he meant but I wasn’t going to admit to that so I ignored him. Fuck me, outed in the first 1/2 hour, is it my wandering eyes, my demeanour? 

I mean I don’t mince or am effeminate, maybe it’s because I have 10 O levels, 4 A levels, A BA and an MA, I’m just different to these guys?

I walked swiftly to floor zero and found Degsy, 

‘hey Spanno meet Phil, he’s the foreman or to you, Sir’. 

Phil put his hand out to shake. I didn’t want to end up on the floor but how to avoid it. In the end I just shook his hand, I waited for the trick, but Terry just looked in my eyes, a direct stare, 

‘nice to meet you’ he said. ‘Degsys told me all about you’,

I think I blushed.

Degsy said ‘come on Spanno, get that hard on seen to’,

The blokes laughed and I blushed even more.

‘Right let’s get you plastering, what’s the main thing you’ve learned so far?’,

‘Keep your tools clean, no old plaster on anything your using for the coat, wash everything in water, use two buckets, one for the mix, one to wash up. Buy good tools, you’ll get your money back. If it’s drying too quick then spray it with a water mister’.

‘Well done, first mix please’ then I’ll shout for the second, and so on. Go’,

I get the first going, fuck it’s hard work, everything is so heavy.

‘Where’s my fucking mix Spanno?’,

‘2 minutes’,

‘2 minutes what?’,

‘2 minutes, Sir’, I shouted. 

These guys are tough, this is a new side of work that I’ve been sheltered from.

I hauled the bucket over to Degsy who transferred the mix to his wet hawk and used the wet blade to smear the plaster onto the wall. I ran back and washed the mix blade and the bucket and started the second mix, 

‘Where’s my fucking mix Spanno?’,

‘3 minutes Sir’,

‘Too long, catch up’,

I work harder, faster, I’m not going to be beaten. I run with the heavy mix. Take the empty bucket and run back and start another, my speeding up and Degsys need for the mix worked well.

‘Get us a tea’,

‘Yes sir’,

I ran to the cabin and bought 2 teas laced with sugar and carried them back. We sat back to back in the newly plastered room, supping the tea. His broad back felt warm against mine. If I could knock one out I would.

‘You’ve done well Spanno, keep it up’,

I beamed inwardly, feeling so proud.

I made sure the buckets were pristine, his tools washed and not a flake of old plaster on them.

I filled the mister with water and waited, with powder in bucket and clean water ready, for Degsys call.

‘Mix’,

‘3 minutes Sir’,

‘Good man’,

I raced with the mix,

‘One more now’,

I ran back, cleaned the blade and the bucket. I needed a third bucket, I got the mix going, the drill and paddle doing its work, I tested the consistency and added more water until soft peaks.

I ran with the mix and swapped the buckets.

Snap time, I went and got 2 teas and rushed back with them. We sat back to back and ate our sarnie and drank our tea. I was hard again, the feel of body to body contact did it for me, every time.

‘I need a pish’, says Degsy.

We walked to the toilets and we both squeezed in one portaloo, he looked down at his zipper. I unzipped him as he leant over the pan, against the wall, his head in the crook of his arm, exhausted. I fished his cock out and held it as he pissed, he groaned as I directed his jet.

I could feel the liquid leaving his cock, I boned up. His flow reduced, I pulled his cock out more and he started again for a few seconds then when done I squeezed up his shaft, the last drops fell into the pan. I tucked him away careful not to catch his skin or pubes on his zip. 

‘You’re turn’ he said , I unbuckled and my hard cock swung out, 

‘piss now’ he commanded.

I couldn’t.

‘Piss now you fucking turd, I’ve no time to wait for you to go soft’,

I tried and a stream of pre cum dropped then a small spurt of piss,

‘Do it’ he roared.

I was shocked, my cock softened and I moaned out my piss.

‘Fucking Hallelujah’ he shouted and opened the door as I was pissing and stomped off. I zipped up and ran back.

‘Mix’ he bellowed,

‘2 minutes’,

‘Good lad’.

I mix and rush it over,

‘Perfect’,

I beamed inside.

I ran back and washed up, waiting, I mixed another six buckets on command.

I ran over with the seventh. 

Degsy put his hand around my shoulder and smiled,

‘Good shift mate, now go get your tools and let’s get you skimming’,

‘First you wet your hawk and your blade, now put the mix on your hawk, yeah like that, great, now pick up your blade and scoop some mix off on to it, yeah, a bit more, now push the mix on the wall, touching the wall with the bottom of the blade first and making an arc across the wall, tilting more as you go to push the mix on the wall as you get higher. Go’.

‘Yay, I did it’,

‘Now again, quickly’. 

I repeated this until the mix was used up, then smoothed out the bumps and stood back, proud. I turned to Degsy beaming at my handywork as a blob of plaster fell off on my head.

‘Oh, just a bit too dry, like my fucking throat’ says Degsy. 

‘I’ll sort that, you wash up and I’ll buy my stud skimmer a pint’. He laughed and clapped me on the back.

A warm feeling travelled through my body from my head to toe, ending up at my dick which stood proud and erect trapped in my dirty overalls, pulsing, begging for release. I didn’t give a flying fuck who knew I’d boned up. No shame.

TBC

The early morning dew glistened on the vast lawns of the estate, a silent promise of the warmth to come. A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves of the ancient oaks that lined the property, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming roses from the garden beyond the house. In the quietude of the dawn, the only sound was the distant chirping of birds, welcoming the new day.

“Steve, have you seen the new neighbours?” His sister, Rachel, peered out from the porch, her curiosity piqued by the sudden activity next door.

Steven, who had just walked onto the porch with a steaming cup of coffee, glanced over her shoulder. The sight of a moving van parked in the driveway of the mansion adjacent to theirs was a stark reminder that their solitude was about to be breached. “They must have moved in last night,” he murmured, noticing the unfamiliar car parked in the driveway.

The siblings watched as a young man, probably in his late teens, emerged from the neighbouring house with his dog and a walking stick. He was petite, standing at a mere five foot five inches, with long blond hair that shone like spun gold in the early light. A nightshirt that barely grazed his knees was the only clothing he wore, revealing his slender legs as he stepped out to walk his dog.

The new neighbour had an ethereal quality about him. His movements were fluid, almost dancer-like, as he navigated the dew-kissed grass with a grace that seemed to belie his youthful age. The dog, a large golden retriever, bounded around him, tail wagging and tongue lolling, thrilled to be out of the confines of the house and into the open space of the morning.

Steven felt a strange tug of curiosity as he observed Josh. There was something about the young man that was both innocent and alluring, a contradiction that intrigued him. Rachel, ever the more outgoing one, suggested they introduce themselves later that day, “It’s only neighbourly,” she said.

“Rach, I suggest we give them a few days to unpack and settle in,” Steven suggested, “and I tell you, someone, who dresses like that has got to be gay or blind or both. It’s not normal to wear a nightshirt during the day. Come on, look at him,” as Steven continued to look through his binoculars. “No one wears nightshirts anymore,” Steven continued to look closely, his gaydar on high alert as he gently licked his lips in a subconscious response.

Rachel nodded in agreement, “You’re probably right but he’s got a certain… charm.”

The next few days passed by as Rachel and Steven went about their usual routines, until Rachel spotted the moving trucks pulling away from the mansion’s grand driveway, having collected the containers that had been left on the driveway, signalling that the new family had likely finished unpacking. She turned to Steven, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know what this means, don’t you?” she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Steven nodded, understanding her unspoken cue. “I guess it’s time to pay a visit just to say hello and welcome.”

As they approached the fence that separated their properties, they saw Josh in the distance, the golden halo of his hair catching the light as he played fetch with his dog. Rachel waved, her voice carrying on the soft summer breeze. “Hi there! Welcome to the neighbourhood!”

Josh looked up, his eyes lighting up with a friendly smile as he walked towards them, the hem of his nightshirt fluttering with each step, revealing a pair of well-defined calves. “Hey, thanks!” he called out, his voice a pleasant blend of youth and energy. “I’m Josh. And this,” he gestured to the dog, “is Whisper.” The dog, noticing the newcomers, trotted over and nuzzled Rachel’s hand, tail wagging in a silent greeting.

“I’m Rachel,” Rachel said, bending down to pet Whisper, “and this is my brother, Steven.”

Steven felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the young man up close for the first time. He was more than just a pretty face; there was an air of confidence about him that was utterly captivating. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he managed to say, his voice a tad huskier than usual.

Josh leaned against the fence, his hands feeling for the top rung. “You guys are the first to come say hello. I’ve been here a few days and nobody else has even bothered.”

“Well, we’re here now,” Rachel said with a warm smile. “And we’re looking forward to getting to know you better. We just thought it better to leave you alone to unpack, considering how many containers the moving company left on your driveway.”

“Honestly, my mother and I are pleased they have finally gone. I kept bumping into them and Whisper wasn’t exactly very supportive as he likes to run off doing what dogs do and just leaves me following his bark.”

Rachel’s eyes widened as she took in the information, her cheeks flushing crimson. “You’re blind?” she asked, the shock evident in her voice.

Josh chuckled, a sound that washed over them like a gentle stream. “Yeah, I am,” he said, his smile never wavering. “It’s okay, though. I’ve had plenty of practice navigating the world without sight. Whisper here is more than just a pet; she’s, my eyes.”

The revelation hit Rachel like a ton of bricks. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured, her voice thick with regret. “I had no idea. We’ve been watching you from the house, and I just assumed…”

“It’s all right,” Josh said, waving her apology away. “It’s not like I’m wearing a sign or anything. Plus, I enjoy the freedom of walking around in my nightshirt. It’s comfortable and it doesn’t bother me.” He laughed again, a sound that was infectious in its ease. “It’s also easier getting dressed in the morning. I just slip it on and I’m ready for the day ahead. My mum is relaxed about it considering I don’t go out that much and she only has to help me get dressed when we go to church or shopping or for appointments.

Steven, who had been quietly observing the exchange, felt a mix of admiration and embarrassment. Rachel had been so fixated on the idea of Josh’s orientation that she hadn’t noticed his disability, and now she was visibly flustered. He cleared his throat, deciding it was time to change the subject. “So, what brought you to the neighbourhood?”

“Oh, my mum and I just wanted a change of scenery after the passing of my father from cancer,” Josh replied, his eyes, though unseeing, seemed to twinkle with the joy of the unfamiliar environment. “My mother is a teacher and found a job at the school in town. Plus, the house is huge, and I can just wander around without knocking over too much stuff. It takes time to mentally map the house and garden but I’m getting there. Its new objects placed thoughtlessly that cause me consternation.”

“That’s great,” Rachel said, her voice recovering its usual warmth. “We’ve lived here our whole lives. It’s a nice, quiet place. I’m sure you’ll love it here.” Josh leaned in closer, his expression earnest. “I already do.”

As the sun reached midday, Rachel suggested they go back to their own house to give Josh some space. “We’ll have to plan a proper welcome party,” she said as they turned to leave. “It’ll be great for everyone to meet you.”

“I’d like that,” Josh called after them, his voice trailing off as they retreated. “See you soon!”

Once inside, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for her earlier assumption. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize,” she murmured to herself, her thoughts a whirlwind. “I’ve got to be more observant.”

“Don’t worry, Rach,” Steven said, patting her shoulder. “We all make mistakes. Besides, he seems like a cool guy. And you know what they say,” he added with a grin, “blind people have excellent hearing. Maybe he heard your whisper after all.” Rachel rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s just hope he didn’t hear the part where I thought he was strange for wearing a nightshirt in the day,” she said, her cheeks flushing once more.

The next day, Rachel noticed a figure standing at their front door. It was Josh, dressed in his usual morning attire: a nightshirt that ended just above his knees and a pair of worn-in trainers. But this time, a white cane rested in his hand, tapping the ground with a steady rhythm as he waited for them.

“Good morning,” he called out cheerfully as Rachel and Steven approached. “I hope I’m not disturbing you too early. I just wanted to return the favour and say hello properly.”

Rachel felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. “Not at all, we’re just about to start the day,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. Steven stepped forward, extending his hand. “No problem, Josh. It’s good to see you active,” he said, his voice carrying the genuine warmth Rachel knew he was capable of.

Josh’s hand was firm, his grip sure as he shook Steven’s hand. “Thanks,” he said, “I try to get out as much as I can. The fresh air is just so… invigorating.” He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “By the way, I keep hearing horses from my house, and I was wondering if I could say hello to yours.”

Rachel looked at her brother, who nodded. “Of course,” Rachel said, “we’d love to show you around our stables. Maybe later today?”

Josh’s smile widened. “That would be amazing,” he said, his excitement visible. “Whisper and I can come over when the heat of the day starts to die down.”

As they agreed on the time, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building in her chest. The way the fabric of his nightshirt clung to him in the morning light had become a silent obsession, and now, with the chance to spend more time with him, she couldn’t help but wonder if their friendship would lead to something more but she couldn’t work out if Josh liked women or men thereby complicating her interest but Steven had been quiet since they first met which signified to her that her brother’s gaydar was working overtime and that perhaps, her hopes would fade away.

The hours ticked by, and Rachel found it difficult to focus on her daily chores, her mind wandering back to their brief but meaningful encounter with their new neighbour. When the temperature finally dropped to a comfortable level, she found herself peering out the window, waiting for a glimpse of Josh. Sure enough, as the shadows grew longer and the air turned crisp with the scent of the impending evening, she spotted him, a solitary figure standing at the edge of their property. Rachel’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him, the white cane tapping rhythmically against the ground, guiding him closer with Whisper not far in front.

“Steven,” Rachel called out, her voice carrying the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. “Josh is here!” Her brother emerged from the stables, wiping his hands on his jeans. Rachel could see the same curiosity in his eyes that had been there the first time they’d met their neighbour.

“Hey, Josh,” he said, his voice deep and warm. “Ready to meet the giants?”

Josh’s smile grew wider, his eyes, though sightless, seemingly brightening at the prospect. “I’ve never been around horses before,” he admitted. “I’m excited.”

The three of them set off towards the stables. As they approached the stables, Rachel could see the silhouettes of the horses in their stalls, their majestic heads poking out in curiosity at the sound of the newcomers.

Steven opened the heavy wooden door, the scent of hay and horse dung wafting out to greet them. “Here we are,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “This is where I keep the gentle giants.”

Josh’s eyes searched the space before him, though Rachel knew he couldn’t see the grandeur of the Shire horses. She watched as he reached out a tentative hand, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity. It was strange, she thought, that someone so vibrant could be denied the simple pleasure of seeing the beauty that surrounded them.

But then she heard it: the soft nicker of a horse, a sound soothing and welcoming that it seemed to resonate with something deep within her. Rachel looked at Josh, whose face had lit up like a child at the sound. “That’s Samson,” Steven said, his voice filled with affection. “He’s the biggest one we have, and I have a breeding programme registered with the Canadian Shire Horse Association.”

Josh reached out, and Rachel watched as his hand found the soft muzzle of the giant creature. He stroked it gently, his touch sure and firm. “They’re so… warm,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “I can’t believe how big they are Steve.”

“Eighteen hands tall Josh, some of the tallest horses in the world, bred originally to pull carriages and ploughs but before that, they used to carry knights in their armour, so they had to be big to take the weight,” Steven explained.

Rachel felt a sense of awe as she watched the two of them, her brother and the blind boy from next door, bonding over something she had always taken for granted. It was in moments like these, she thought, that you truly realised the depth of human connection and she also realised that Josh was not for her. The young man’s body language moved in harmony to her brother’s picking up the vibe or the heat emanating from his body.

As the evening grew darker, Rachel suggested they head back to the house. “Your mum’s probably worried.”

Josh nodded, his hand still resting on Samson’s muzzle. “Thank you for showing me your horses,” he said, his voice sincere. “It was an incredible experience.”

Steven clapped him on the back. “Anytime,” he said. “They’re always happy to meet new people.”

The trio made their way back to the house, the crunch of gravel underfoot a comforting reminder of home. Rachel could see that the encounter had affected her brother as much as it had her. His gaze was thoughtful, and she knew that the mystery of their neighbour had just deepened for him as Josh asked, “Which way is my home?” Steven responded, “I will come with you Josh, to make sure you don’t fall into any rabbit holes on the way,” as he took Josh’s arm guiding him as he walked with Whisper enjoying the break from being a guide dog.

The next morning, Rachel awoke to the familiar sound of Steven’s footsteps in the hallway, but something was different. He was moving more quietly than usual, and when she peeked out her window, she saw him sneaking out the front door. Curiosity piqued, she threw on a light sweater and followed him to the stables.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the unmistakable figure of Josh standing in the dim light of the stable, his nightshirt fluttering around his knees as he spoke softly to Samson, the largest horse in their herd. She watched from a distance, not wanting to intrude, as Josh held out a carrot, his movements slow and deliberate. The horse took it from his hand with a gentle nibble, and Rachel could see the boy’s face light up with pure joy.

Steven walked over to them, his boots thudding softly on the floor. “Hey, buddy,” he said, his voice low. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”

Josh turned towards the sound, his smile growing even wider. “I had to come back,” he admitted, his eyes, though blind, holding a warmth that seemed to fill the space around him. “Whisper and I missed you guys and the horses, especially Samson.”

Rachel stepped forward, feeling a bit awkward. “I didn’t know you liked horses so much,” she said, trying to keep her voice from betraying the flutter of excitement in her chest.

“They’re amazing,” Josh said, his voice filled with awe. “I’ve been up since dawn, just thinking about them.”

Steven chuckled. “Well, you’re welcome to come by any time,” he said. “But maybe next time, let us know so we can save you the walk. You don’t need to come over here in the dark.”

Josh’s cheeks reddened. “Sorry about that,” he said, his voice a little sheepish. “I didn’t want to bother you, and the dark doesn’t bother me either.”

Rachel stepped closer, laying a hand on her brother’s arm. “It’s no trouble,” she said, her voice gentle. “We’re happy to have you,” noticing the bond between her brother and Josh for the first time.

Josh looked up at them, hope shining in his eyes. “Could I?” he asked, his voice tentative. “Could I sit on Samson?”

Steven paused, considering the request. It wasn’t something they did often, especially with strangers. But there was something about the earnestness in Josh’s voice that made him want to say yes. “Sure,” he said finally. “But we’ll have to be careful.”

She had never seen her brother connect with someone so quickly, especially not someone like Josh but with Steven’s help, Josh was soon mounted on Samson’s back, his bare legs draped over the side, his nightshirt riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of his thighs and the lower hem of his tighty whities.

Once seated, Josh’s expression transformed. The look of wonder on his face was something Steven knew he would never forget and likewise, he knew he wouldn’t forget the young man’s thighs and the sneaky view of his tighty whities. Josh’s hands found Samson’s mane, his fingers tangling in the coarse hair, and Steven watched as a gentle smile spread across his lips.

Whisper, ever attentive, sat at his feet, her tail thumping against the ground in approval. It was a moment of pure connection, one that Rachel knew she was witnessing something special.

“All right, now hold on,” Steven instructed, his voice steady as he helped Josh find his balance. “We’ll just take it slow.” With a gentle pat on Samson’s flank, the horse began to walk in a slow, deliberate circle. Rachel could see the concentration etched on Josh’s face as he leaned forward, his body moving in sync with the horse’s rhythm.

As they walked, Rachel found herself getting lost in the moment, her thoughts swirling with a mix of admiration and curiosity. She had never seen anyone ride for the first time with such confidence and grace, especially not someone who couldn’t see. And yet, there he was, his blond hair fluttering in the breeze, his bare legs gripping the horse’s side like he’d been born to it.

When Steven finally brought Samson to a halt, Rachel noticed that the hem of Josh’s nightshirt had ridden up even further, giving her a glimpse of the top of his tighty whities. She felt her cheeks burn as she quickly averted her gaze, hoping no one else had noticed.

But as Steven helped him off the horse, his grip slipped, and the shirt lifted even higher. Rachel’s heart skipped a beat as she saw the tighty whities in full view, the fabric clinging to the curves of his bottom. She didn’t dare look at her brother, knowing that he must have seen as well and she knew that Steven had a thing for tighty whities, the underwear he would wear himself. Rachel also liked the look of men in pristine white Fruit of the Loom her favourite and she had had, many occasions of exploring men who wore only that design instead of European boxer briefs.

“Nice strong thighs you have there Josh, great for riding and controlling a horse,” Steven commented.

Josh blushed, the shirt falling back down to cover his thighs. Rachel cleared her throat, trying to change the topic before it got too awkward. “Why don’t we grab some drinks?” she suggested. “We can sit and chat for a bit.”

“I’d like that Rachel,” Josh responded as Whisper got up, tail still wagging approval as they walked back toward the house.

Once they had settled into the cool embrace of the porch, Rachel’s curiosity got the better of her. She took a deep breath, her heart racing a little. “Josh,” she began, “do you have a girlfriend?”

Josh’s smile didn’t waver, but Rachel noticed a brief flicker of something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place. “Nah,” he said, his tone casual. “I’ve been too busy with school and stuff. Plus, it’s hard to meet people when you can’t see them, right?”

“I get that Josh, it must be hard,” Rachel responded as Steven nodded his agreement until his sister prodded him to verbally respond.

“Yeh, sorry Josh, I was nodding my agreement forgetting for a moment your disability until my sister reminded me. I get it but does that mean you have never felt another person’s body? I saw it on the Discovery Channel once that blind people need to feel a body to visualise it.”

Josh laughed, the sound like music to Rachel’s ears. “It’s true, I do rely on touch to understand things better, but that means I’m inexperienced in the romance department as well because everyone likes the freedom of sight and fails to understand the limitations that blind people face,” he said, his cheeks reddening slightly. Rachel’s eyes widened as she looked at her brother, who was blushing furiously.

Josh continued. “The only body I have explored was my mother’s when I was younger whilst she was in the bath with me. That was a long time ago and whilst I have a visualised picture of the female form, first-hand experience visualising the male form is yet to be experienced.”

Josh’s enjoyment of their company came to an abrupt halt when he felt his watch, pressing the button which responded by telling him the time. “Cool watch,” Steven said as Josh stood up. “Sorry folks, I have to go, I’m a bit late and mum does worry even though I have Whisper to keep me safe.”

“Tell you what Josh, I shall walk with you until you are back in your fields.” Steven offered. “Rachel, I shall be back soon.”

Rachel knew then that she had lost as her gaydar was suggesting that Josh was more relaxed around her brother although it was apparent, that Josh liked her as a friend. Rachel’s eyes widened as she realised the depth of her brother’s feelings. It was clear that there was something more than friendship blossoming between them, something she had never seen before in Steven’s interactions with anyone else as she watched the two young men make their way back to the fence, their laughter carrying on the gentle breeze.

As they approached the boundary between their properties, Josh tilted his head slightly, his smile still in place. “Steve,” he began, his voice curious. “Why did you say I have nice thighs?”

Steven’s face grew hot, and he stumbled over his words for a moment. “Oh, I just meant, you know, for riding the horses,” he said quickly, trying to brush it off. “They’re strong, good for gripping.”

“And?” Josh interrupted waiting for Steven to continue.

Steven took a deep breath. “Well, it’s just that, when you were riding Samson, your nightshirt…uh… it kind of rode up and I could see them.” He felt his face growing hotter with every word, “Along with your tighty whities which I now know are Fruit of the Loom.”

Josh chuckled. “Thanks, I guess,” he said, his cheeks flushing. “It’s not every day someone compliments my thighs or mentions by name my underwear. Am I to assume you wear similar?”

“Josh, you have lovely thighs, and you looked beautifully at ease when riding Samson. Even stunning and yes, I do wear the same design tighty whities.”

Josh felt the heat in his cheeks spread as he digested the compliment. He had always been self-conscious about his body, knowing that his height and build were not the typical standard of beauty that the world often celebrated. But there was something about the way Steven had said it that made him feel seen and appreciated.

Steven watched Josh walk through the long grass towards his home, kicking himself for his comment about the nice thighs. “Really?” he muttered to himself. “Is that the best I could come up with?” Oh well, he thought, muttering to himself again, “Tomorrow is another day.”

The next day, the sun had barely crested the horizon when Rachel heard the familiar tap-tap of the white cane against the gravel. She glanced out the window and saw Josh standing at the door, dressed in his usual nightshirt. Rachel hurried to answer it, hoping that her brother would come out to greet him as well.

“It’s still dark Josh and don’t say you hadn’t seen it, you have a talking watch, remember,” Rachel joked with him. Steven isn’t even awake yet, it’s that early.”

Josh laughed, the sound of it light and free. “I know, Rachel, but I just couldn’t wait to see Samson again. Whisper and I are both eager to say hello.”

“Yeah right and thank god you are blind because you would be in shock. I haven’t even got dressed yet myself. Come in and sit down at the table and I shall make you a coffee and then go and wake Steve.”

“Can I wake Steve, Rachel? Rachel nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Sure, go ahead. His room is the first on the left.”

Josh’s footsteps grew quieter as he navigated the hallway, his cane tapping out a gentle rhythm. Rachel heard a scream guessing Whisper had jumped on the bed, afterwards, she could hear the murmur of their voices as Josh woke Steven, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Steven emerged from his room a few minutes later, his hair a messy halo around his head and a pair of tighty whities slung low on his hips. “Josh, what the hell?” he said, his voice thick with sleep. But before he could protest more about the rude awakening, he felt the gentle touch of Josh’s hand on his chest. Rachel’s eyes widened as she watched the scene unfold from the doorway.

“Stevee,” Josh said, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. “Could I feel your thighs?”

Her brother looked down at him, his eyes a mix of shock and confusion. “What?” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. But before he could protest further, Rachel saw the way Josh’s hand slid down from Steve’s chest to rest on the waistband of his underwear, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of his hips. “Josh,” he began, but the words died in his throat as Rachel watched her brother’s face soften, his eyes closing slightly as he took in the sensation.

“I would like to visualise you Steve and I can only do that by running my fingers over your whole body. Would you mind?”

“Oh, I understand. Okay then but no tickling. It’s too early for that,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with something Rachel didn’t quite understand. “Go ahead.”

And with that, Rachel watched as the boundary between friendship and something more intimate dissolved before her eyes. Josh’s fingers traced the contours of her brother’s body, moving up his legs to the firm muscles of his thighs. The fabric of Steven’s tighty whities stretched tight over his growing arousal, and Rachel couldn’t help but feel a mix of fascination and arousal as she watched the two of them.

As Josh’s hand reached the apex of his thighs, Rachel held her breath. She had never seen anyone touch her brother so intimately before, and she felt like she was intruding on a moment that was meant to be private. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watched his hand hover for a moment, and then, with a gentle touch that seemed to hold the weight of the world, he brushed against the bulge that was growing more pronounced with each passing second.

Steven’s breath hitched, and Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine. “I’m sorry,” Josh said, his voice filled with something that sounded a lot like wonder. “I didn’t mean to, wow, you are so big, I hadn’t realised…much bigger than me.”

Blushing at the comparison, Steven assured him, “It’s fine,” his voice tightened with tension. “It’s just… it’s been a while.” Rachel felt a sudden need to look away, but she was transfixed by the scene before her. It was as if the air itself had thickened, charged with something electric and unspoken.

“Does it feel good?” Josh asked, his curiosity piqued. Rachel watched as her brother nodded, his eyes still closed.

“Yes,” he murmured, the word barely a whisper. “Very good.”

The tension grew between the men, and Rachel knew that she should leave them alone, but she found herself rooted to the spot. She had never felt this way about her brother before, but there was something about the vulnerability of the moment that made her heart race. She watched as Josh’s hand grew bolder, his fingers tracing the outline of Steven’s erection through the thin fabric.

Finally, Rachel couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m gonna…uh, go feed the chickens,” she said, her voice high and unsteady. She practically bolted from the room, her mind racing with thoughts she didn’t quite know how to process.

Wyatt pulled to a stop in the wheat field, putting the grain truck into park. He swung open the door and climbed out, standing on the step, bracing himself on the top of the door. He watched the combine moving across the field harvesting the wheat. He expected them to be finished by the end of the day and he felt a disappointment that it was happening far too often over the last four years. Someone would be around, someone attractive, then just as quick, they would be gone. Like Jack, the son who had been operating the combine.

He didn’t know if Jack was still operating it or if there had been a switch, letting Jack’s father back in it. All he knew was Jack was four years older, now twenty-two and such an attractive guy it made him act stupid when around him. Just one more missed opportunity by his way of thinking.

Looking south across the field of wheat stubble, all the way to the far horizon, Wyatt wondered if he would have any opportunity to explore what it meant to be attracted to other guys before he left for college. Would he show up on campus a virgin, and he grimaced at the thought of it. He wanted to explore those things he saw online. The sucking of another’s cock, the licking of nuts and ass, and the penetrating of an ass and fucking it to release. He adjusted his cock as he imagined what it might be like.

 

Wyatt eased the semi out of the field and headed toward the grain elevator. It was dark, nearly ten o’clock, and he had to hurry to get there before they closed. He was the last truck, the one that had the last bins of wheat, and not being fully loaded, he was able to get to speed quickly, pushing the rig to move.

At the grain elevator, he pulled in behind three trucks, easing forward as each one pulled off the scales and eased around to the elevator to unload. By the time he was in line at the elevator, the first truck was unloading into the pit. He shut down and climbed out, walking to the pit. He saw Matthew Bradley; the driver of the truck being unloaded standing next to someone he didn’t know. A new person, one that hadn’t been there earlier at the elevator, and he approached while sizing him up.

The guy had a ballcap pushed up on the head revealing an attractive face and standing next to Matthew, Wyatt saw he was a little under six feet tall, probably five foot ten or so, and he looked mid-twenties, maybe a little older. And the body within the clothes seemed muscular, the sleeveless plaid shirt revealing bulging biceps and the jeans fit tight around a round ass. Damn, Wyatt thought as he drew near.

“…we’re to the north, near the state line,” said Matthew.

“How many more loads do you think you’ll have?” said the new guy.

“Ten to twelve, I think. Wyatt, how’s it going?”

“Good.”

“Hey, I’m Hank.”

“Hank, Wyatt. You just started? You weren’t here the last time I unloaded.”

“Yes. I was supposed to start tomorrow but Randall got a call his wife was going into labor, so they called me in to finish the evening.”

“Where you from?”

“Coffeyville, down near Evergreen, but I live in Commerce now.”

“What brought you here?” said Matthew.

“I…huh…had a disagreement with my boss and decided to make a change instead of getting into conflicts with him.”

“Did you work at a grain elevator in Coffeyville?”

“Yes.”

“I know the guy who manages it. A nasty cuss if you ask me.”

“And he likes to hold a grudge,” Hank uttered as he moved to shut the bottom of one hopper then the next under the trailer. “Okay Matthew, you’re good to go.”

Wyatt backed up as the next rig pulled in, one from their farm, and he nodded at Carl behind the wheel as he passed, putting the trailer over the pit. Hank slipped the handle on the front hopper and opened it, then stepped to the next one and opened it.

Wyatt watched as Hank captured some grain in a small bucket for testing, then adjusted the hopper doors. When Hank stepped back and Wyatt saw Carl wasn’t climbing out of the truck, he moved up next to him.

“Do you know how many more trucks the Baker farm will be sending today?” said Hank.

“Just one more; mine,” said Wyatt.

“You drive for the Bakers?”

“Actually, I’m the youngest son.”

“Oh, part of the empire,” joked Hank.

“Something like that, but I’m letting my older brother have it.”

“Really?”

“Yep, I’m heading to college in the fall.”

“Leaving the farm?”

“Two families living off the farm is enough. My brother is getting married this summer and knowing him, he’ll have two or three kids before the honeymoon is over.”

Hank laughed, shaking his head. “Not me.”

“You’re not married?”

“No.”

“I’m not getting married either.”

“Going to live the life of a playboy,” said Hank, looking around to Wyatt.

“Maybe,” uttered Wyatt, getting frustrated by the male specimen in front of him and all the straight talk of marriage. “Maybe I want something else,” he added, boldly, wondering how Hank would respond.

Hank looked around again, this time the eyes lingering on him, looking down then up. Then he went to the trailer, closed each hopper, and banged on the side of the trailer. “You can go,” he yelled out, and Carl pulled forward heading back to the scales.

The next rig pulled in, a driver Wyatt didn’t know, and he noticed the company name on the door realizing it was out of Montgomery, part of a harvest operation that came through the area. The driver stayed in the cab as Hank opened each hopper, took a sample, then stepped back watching the grain drop into the pit.

“How long have you been in Commerce?” said Wyatt.

“Today will make four days.”

“You renting a place?”

“Yes, an apartment on the east side of town.”

“Apartment? There are apartments in Commerce?”

“Yes, fairly nice ones.”

“I figured you would be renting a house.”

“I looked at a couple, but the apartments are a lot nicer, and I don’t have to mow the yard.”

Hank went to the trailer, adjusted the doors to each hopper and watched each closely until they the grain stopped dropping out, then he closed each hopper, banged on the side of the trailer and stepped back. The rig pulled away as Wyatt climbed back into his rig, started the motor, and pulled forward until the trailer was over the pit. He shut down, and climbed out, moving next to Hank.

They were alone, no other trucks in the line. Fans from the elevator and the sound of grain falling into the pit were all they could hear. Wyatt kept trying to work out what to say, how he could figure out if Hank was willing to mess around. He saw the look and how Hank had commented when asked about being married. It fueled his fantasies, made him imagine the possibility of Hank being gay, or at least bi-sexual. He wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, just someone to fuck around with so he wasn’t some dumb farm boy arriving on campus a virgin. But he knew the chances of Hank being willing were slim to none. There just were not that many people in their small town and the surrounding areas, including Commerce and Picher to the north. He knew the odds that there had to be a few guys that were gay, but the chances it was Hank…that seemed a bridge too far in his mind.

“You have a girlfriend?” said Hank.

It caught Wyatt off guard, and he scoffed louder than he meant to, then looked away fighting the urge to laugh, his usual reaction when he blundered.

“That’s funny?” said Hank.

“No…yes, it is,” Wyatt admitted, taking a chance to see how Hank would respond.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen as of February. How old are you?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Damn, almost jailbait,” Wyatt joked, knowing that was what Hank was thinking about him.

“Jailbait my ass,” Hank uttered as he adjusted the hoppers. “You’re almost empty.

No, I’m not, thought Wyatt. “Have you had dinner?” He knew he could play it off, just two guys having to work late, one inviting the other to grab a late dinner. “Woodrow’s is open till eleven. If we hurry, we can be there in five minutes.”

“I’m filthy with grain dust and you’re in a rig that will be difficult to park in town.”

“You’re right.”

“But if you don’t mind a real late dinner, I could go by the department store on the north side on the way home and get some steaks, if you would want to come over to my place? They have grill on the grounds and—”

“I’d like that,” interrupted Wyatt. “I can rush home, grab a shower, and get to your place as fast as possible.”

Hank smiled, as he reached into his shirt pocket taking out a small note pad and pen. He wrote out his address, tore the page out and handed it to Wyatt. “The building is on the east side of the complex, so you can turn off 34 onto Chester Street or Howard Street.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

 

It took fifteen minutes to drive back to the barn and park. Fifteen more minutes to rush inside, shower and put on clean clothes, a white tank top that showed off his shoulders and arms, and a worn frayed pair of jeans that fit snug around his ass. He ran out of the house, hopped into his old truck, a 2013 white Dodge that despite its age still looked good. He motored down the gravel drive, barked the rear tires once on the highway, and sped away, heading to Commerce for dinner with Hank, something he tried hard not to think of as a date.

Wyatt was soon pulling into the parking lot at the apartment complex. Once parked, he headed toward the building Hank lived in when he saw his silhouette at a grill, smoke rising from it. He angled toward him, cutting across the grass.

“You made it,” said Hank.

“Yep,” said Wyatt as he came to the picnic table next to the grill, sitting down with his back to the table. He looked at Hank, who was shirtless wearing just a pair of worn jeans. The worn areas and frays were white and seemed to glow in the dim light, but the thing that captured his eyes the most was the lean muscular upper body. He considered Hank such a temptation, wondering if going without a shirt was meant to be a tease, and if it wasn’t, then Hank was evil, just pure evil to be tempting him so.

“How do you want your steak?” said Hank.

“Medium rare.”

“Perfect. Then we are ready to remove them from the grill. Let’s get inside and eat.”

 

Wyatt pushed back from the table, looking across it at Hank. He looked at the light brown hair, how it dried with some natural curl giving Hank a tousled sexy appearance. He scanned down the attractive face, the slightly long neck, then the smooth chest. When he looked up, he saw Hank staring back, and he cut his eyes down to the table at their plates and glasses.

“Since you cooked, I’ll wash the dishes,” said Wyatt.

“You don’t have—”

“I don’t mind doing it.” Wyatt climbed to his feet and picked up Hank’s plate, stacking it on top of his, then he picked up the utensils, putting them on top. He picked up the plates, then picked up the glasses and headed to the sink. He put the drain stopper in one sink basin and once the water ran hot, he squirted detergent into it and filled it. He set the dirtied dishes into the sink and waited for the water to rise above them.

As he put his hands into the soapy water Hank came up next to him.

“I’ll rinse and dry.”

“Okay,” Wyatt replied, cutting his eyes over looking at how the jeans fit around the waist, loose and gapped, making him wonder how they stayed up. Then he tried to look into the gap despite knowing he wasn’t going to see anything.

Wyatt washed and Hank rinsed then dried. After just a few minutes the few dishes and utensils were sitting on the countertop ready to be put away. Wyatt turned the faucet on to rinse the sink, then pulled the stopper, letting the water drain. He lifted his hand out of the water seeing the suds sticking to it. He grinned, then slung the suds against Hank’s stomach.

“HEY,” Hank cried out, jumping back, then he reached out, slapping his hand through the water flowing splashing Wyatt. Then they tried to pull the other away from the sink as they reached for the suds or the water. They began to giggle while wrestling around, until Wyatt lost his balance and fell back against the countertop with Hank up against him.

Frozen in place, Wyatt looked into the brown eyes, at how they were looking at him, and he felt his heart racing. His hands were holding the waist, feeling the bare skin. He felt himself pull Hank closer, pulling until the bare chest pressed against his own. Then he leaned up and kissed him. He felt Hank’s hands come to his waist then slip around it pulling them tighter together.

“Fuck,” Hank exclaimed when he pulled back, gasping for breath. “I’m going to suck your dick.”

Hank stooped before Wyatt, roughly tugged on the jeans, pulled the zipper down, worked jeans and boxers down until mid-thigh, freeing the cock. He moved to it, head angled down capturing it in his mouth. He pushed forward until his nose was buried in the abdomen.

Wyatt gasped, clutched the countertop edge, and struggled not to work his hips as his cock stirred and hardened. He watched Hank work his cock, the mouth working it until he was erect. Then the mouth moved along its length until it was spit slick.

“Fuck…suck it…suck me,” exclaimed Wyatt.

Hands braced on his thighs as the mouth moved faster, lips tight around his cock. The sensation of the lips sliding along his cock and the tongue manipulating the head of it made him shudder. He put his hands on the head, combing his fingers through the curling hair until he could close his hands into fists, holding the head in place as he began to pump his hips. He worked his cock through the lips that Hank kept tight around it. He pushed deeper and deeper until he cut off Hank’s air. He pumped faster and faster until unable to hold back. Then with a loud gasp, he shoved forward and came.

 

Wyatt shivered as Hank licked the last drop of cum from the head of his cock. He watched the tongue move over the head then Hank look up smiling.

“Stand up,” Wyatt uttered breathlessly, desperate to experience Hank’s cock.

Hank stood up and Wyatt saw the jeans were undone, falling below the knees as Hank came to stand before him. The cock was hard, curved up with an arrow shaped head. It was obvious Hank had been stroking it while sucking his cock.

“Go on, Wyatt, suck me,” said Hank.

Wyatt went to his knees and holding to the legs, he moved his mouth to the cock. He let the head slip through his lips, then inch after inch of the shaft as he pushed forward until over half was in his mouth. He relished the way the cock filled his mouth. How it lay on his tongue and when it flexed, bumped into the roof of his mouth.

He moved on the cock, slide his lips along it, taking more and more until the head pushed into his throat. He sucked, tongued the head, and at times licked the nuts and tugged them tight in the sac.

When he moved on the cock again, working his lips along its length, hands rested on his head, then held him in place as the cock began to fuck his mouth. Suddenly, it flexed then shot wad after wad of cum until his mouth was full, forcing him to swallow.

 

Hank stepped out of his jeans and stood naked. His cock was still hard.

“We’re not done,” Hank uttered.

“No, we’re not,” Wyatt uttered as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, slipped off his shirt, and followed Hank to his bedroom.

The room was small, sparsely furnished, just a bed and a small table with a lamp on one side. The bed was unmade, the covers laying across the foot, and Hank pushed them closer to the foot, then took Wyatt by the hand and pulled him down on it.

“I want you to fuck me,” said Hank as he lay on his back holding Wyatt on top of him.

“Really,” uttered Wyatt, assuming Hank would want to fuck him. He worked his hips, pumped his cock along side of Hank’s cock. Then he raised his hips higher, and his cock slipped beneath Hank’s nuts sliding along the ass. He aligned it with the opening and pushed. He shivered with the squeeze on the head of his cock, but he didn’t stop, just kept pushing until over half of it was buried in Hank.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” said Hank.

“Yeah,” uttered Wyatt.

Wyatt tugged outward, then pushed inward, over and over, sinking deeper and deeper. He increased his pace until in a hard fast fuck. The bed rocked, squeaking as loudly as Hank’s moans and grunts. Wyatt grabbed the legs and pushed them apart as he hammered cock into him. He looked along the masculine body, the skin glistening in the dim light. He looked at the hard cock drooling on the stomach. He looked at the tight nut sac and below it, his cock moving easily in the ass. He worked his hips until muscles burned with his exertion and his own body felt feverish, sweat trickling down his face, chest, and back.

Wyatt pulled out and looked at the gapping hole and his hard cock flexing up and down, then he shoved back into the ass and fucked. He pushed the legs to one side, twisting Hank at the hips, and hammered his insides. He moved around, holding the legs down, and fucked down into the ass making Hank cry out and beg to be fucked, fucked hard. And he kept up his pace, until gasping for breath and felt his need for release. He jammed his cock into the ass and kept jamming hips against it, then exploded in it. He shuddered with every ejaculation until finally spent.

When he pulled out, he knew he wasn’t finished. He was still aroused, still hard as a rock. He moved around and took each leg behind the knee and folded Hank in half and sank his cock in the leaking ass. He shoved all the way inward and laid over the big muscular body. He wrapped it up beneath him, smothered it with his body, and slow fucked the ass, relishing the feel of it around his cock.

 

The shower ran warm, the water cascading down Hank’s back. Wyatt held the waist while fucking the ass. He slow fucked it, pushing inward all the way then pulling outward until his cock hovered between them. He did it over and over until the ass pushed back on his cock not letting him slip out of it. He smiled at the relentless desire, the way Hank couldn’t get enough, and he held tight to the waist and began to fuck to cum.

He hammered his cock inside Hank, slammed hips against ass while nipping the flesh along one shoulder. He shoved him against the wall, pushed the side of the face hard against it, and fucked until bellowing with another release.

 

The summer passed too quickly, and Wyatt wondered what it meant to Hank that he was leaving for college. He tried to broach the subject, but the two of them were stoic about such things, never talking about their relationship, whatever it was.

On the last Friday night before he was to leave for college, Wyatt lay next to Hank, the two of them sweaty from a hard rowdy fuck. He looked at the familiar body, sweaty and covered with its own load, his load pumped into the ass, and he tried to find the words to talk about his leaving.

“You don’t know how to talk about it, do you?” said Hank.

“Huh?”

“This is the last night we’ll have before you leave, and you’ve not mentioned it once. You don’t know how to talk about it, do you?”

“It’s just…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say the truth. We had a fun summer together, and now you’re moving on. It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re not—”

“What? Hurt? Believed we had a thing going on,” said Hank, chuckling. “I’m no fool. I know exactly what this is, I knew from the start. You were desperate to be with another man, and you found me attractive. Or I hope you think I’m attractive.” Hank rolled over to face Wyatt. “I have a life here, and you, your life is out there somewhere.”

“Want you get lonely?”

“You think you’re the only cock in the region.”

Wyatt was surprised, knowing the truth of what Hank was saying. “I’m not the only one you’re fucking.”

“Nope. At first, I considered him like you. Someone who wanted companionship before moving on. But…”

Wyatt laughed. “You’re falling for him.”

Hank smiled. “Maybe.”

 

Wyatt was going to be late. The building was one he had not been in before and its maze of corridors were confusing. Even the room numbers made no sense to him. He turned a corner, looking at the room numbers quickly realizing he was once again going the wrong way.

He wanted to scream with frustration.  He looked around wondering who to stop for directions when he saw someone who had to be an instructor. The man was attractive, a real distraction, and he had to remind himself he was running late.

“Excuse me, could you tell me where I can find this class?”

We had more surprises for the boys the next day. We drove them over the moors and down into Penzance, we had some shopping to day and we gave the guys a trolley to have a look are the Asian foods aisle and told them to be a little easy and not to get rice as we’d already bought a sackful. We’d promised we’d pay. The guys hardly bought anything. When we asked if it was enough for the month, and said that we could come again to the store if they needed more. We shrugged and accepted it.

Driving down into Penzance we pointed out St Micheals Mount and the mobiles came out again and photos galore were taken. We drove to Newlyn, telling the guys that it was a major fishing port and they seemed very disinterested. Things changed when we walked into the Newlyn Art Gallery, and Neung was in Seventh heaven again at the display of Contemporary Art.

After a couple of hours of exploration and glorying, we left with Neung complaining that we hadn’t warned him about these wonderful places we’d shown him. I told him that we had when we were in Pattaya but he hadn’t listened and was being the typical sex pig he was.

He grinned and laughed. “Yes the fucking was good wasn’t it”.

“Are we fucking soon”? Stephen’s baritone boomed out from the front of the Range Rover.

“Tonight, I promise”. Neung’ s eyes we full of Asian promise and lust.

I drove back a different route from the one we took into Penzance taking the route via Nancledra. This took us past the Eagle’s Nest. This is a superbly positioned house and out buildings perched on top of a hill not too far from our home. It was the home of Patrick Heron, a very famous local artist. It now houses some of his huge paintings, but people can only visit the gardens. Some of his paintings are on show at the Tate in St Ives as I told Neung.

“Did he paint there”? Neung asked. I knew that he did and said so, but later in life he became very closed. “He died back in nineteen nighty-nine”. His sister now owns the house and is rarely seen. The paintings in the house must be worth millions of pounds”.

Neung was quiet as we passed by. “I’d like to walk there and sit in the area and get some inspiration”.

Back home we decided to delay eating. The boys were going to cook Thai for us. We exercised and ended up in the bedroom naked pumped and horny.

The fervour and horniness of the guys showed no signs of diminishing. The jet lag seemed to have disappeared completely, and if we were not careful some of our sex sessions could go on well into the night and spoil some of the activities that we wanted to share with them and some that they wanted to do. Sex between the four of us would last well over two hours and Stephen and I had to wave the while flag of surrender and Neung would end up lying on top of me, his thick, lengthy, hard Thai cock between my thighs throbbing away as he looked longingly into my eyes and asking if I didn’t like him.

My own cock, hard after the second or third orgasm, leaking the remains of yet another extreme load of cum had been half swallowed by the handsome muscled Asian was evidence that I still liked him and I told him so but, I had to remind him that we did have to eat and he and Sonny were cooking for us that evening.

The second most popular activity for a Thai, eating, kick-started a new desire and he and Sonny sprang off the bed and hit their shower immediately, chatting away in Thai to each other, no doubt planning who was going to do what for our evening meal.

As Stephen and I showered separately from our guests I could hear the cupboards in the kitchen being opened and closed as the search for ingredients and pots and pans was made downstairs. I was expecting a total mess in the kitchen when I went down, but it was even tidier than when I cooked at home. I was so pleased. The table was set for the four of us and we were presented with four different Thai dishes plus a mountain of hot steaming rice. The two of them had really surpassed our expectations. It was as good, if not better, than any restaurant food.

Neung and Sonny were delighted with the praise we showered them with. The only thing I was allowed to contribute was the wine and we demolished two bottles of Red, my best Barbaresco, and two bottles of white, our excellent Soave. The Thai’s loving the wine and forgoing the beer for once.

They even insisted on washing up doing it manually rather than using our dishwasher. Stephen and I sat in our chairs totally stuffed with food and the guys returned to us sitting on the floor besides our armchair patting our full bellies.

We chatted about plans for the next few days and Neung told us that he wanted to have a day or two in St Ives to paint and to visit the Tate by himself, which pleased Sonny who wanted to go to a gym for a huge workout. He hadn’t had a big workout for a week.

For Stephen and I that was no problem. They had the two SIM cards so they could keep in touch with us and for us to drive them the seven kilometres to the town where they could relax and work out.

That night we slept separately, and although I had Stephen all to myself, I missed Sonny holding onto me.

After we had prepared for the next day, Stephen drove the guys into town and joined Sonny in the gym by the Rugby club for a big workout. I was left at home alone and satisfied myself with music and my thoughts.

One thing on my mind was the call we had from Mike and Carl about selling up and moving to Cornwall and the running of a pub/restaurant. I decided that it wasn’t any of our business but I remained curious about why they wanted to move away from the Home Counties.

Stephen returned with Sonny mid-afternoon. We hadn’t heard from Neung at all. Sonny was well pumped up and clothed he looked amazing. I offered him a drink and he came up to me standing behind me his arms exploring my body as I poured out the drink into a glass, kissing my neck and playing with my nips through the material of my polo shirt.

“I have never been alone with you and Stephen”. He told me gently. “There has always been other people around. How about now with you and Stephen”.  I thought about it for a few moments and it was true, I couldn’t remember where we had fucked this handsome Thai body-builder alone.

“I’ll talk to Stephen now”. I said emphatically, my cock filling with excitement.

It only took Stephen a few seconds to agree, and the three of us made our way upstairs.

In no time at all, we were kissing and rubbing ourselves against each other, and slowly stripping down. The tops came off first and we were soon licking pit’s chewing and sucking nips and kissing and licking abs. Sonny’s abs were totally defined with a firm couple of lines. One splitting the two sets of three vertically and the other in line horizontally with his navel in which his hard beautifully defined six pack was built up to his big hard chest. The workout of the morning and afternoon had hardened them and pumped up his body to perfection.

Sonnys legs were also wonderful to look at and admire closely as you licked them but there was something much better though hidden but obvious to see. The bulge in his loose-fitting grey sweat shorts was more than obvious. Neung had told us when we were in Thailand that Sonny was into Muscled Blond guys and we fit the bill. He’d a Swedish lover for a number of years and I had been told it ended suddenly but I couldn’t recall why.

Sonny with both Stephen and I was ideal for him and for once he had us to himself. Sleeping in bed at night, he had cuddled up to me. He never asked but just did it. I was happy for it and enjoyed his erection against my thighs as he happily fell asleep, his head on my chest and one arm over my abs and a leg on my lower belly sometimes crushing my erection to start with until I managed to move my cock from under his huge legs.

The body exploration became more and more excited and from Sonny passionate. He had been excited and enthusiastic with us before when with others but this afternoon this was exceptional. It was if he could make up his mind which of us, he wanted to please the most.

Stephen told him to calm down a bit. The way he was going he’d never remember anything that would happen and he wanted to remember his for a long time – yes?

Sonny got the message and calmed himself. “Yes”, and he took a he breath. “I dream of this for a long time. Both of you with me alone.

Stephen, as usual took control, pulling down the grey sweat shorts allowing Sonny’s cock to bounce out from the material, and letting me take a grip of his thick cock and bend down to suck on it as Sonny stepped out of the fallen trunks. Stephen was deep kissing the body builder, caressing the massive upper body and arms and Sonny pinching and twisting Stephens nips hard, before suddenly moaning and going down on them chewing them with his perfect teeth and pulling out Stephen raging hard monstrosity of a cock and dropping to his knees to suck on the monster.

Sonny’s eyes were watering whether from the shear bulk of Stephen’s cock, though he’s sucked on it many times or, the shear emotion of being alone with us I couldn’t tell, but I left him alone to blow Stephen to his hearts content as I couldn’t resist  his marvellous hard muscled arse cheeks facing up in the air and the sight of his hairless rosebud almost winking at me as hypnotising me to throw my face in there and ream his hole ready for a long hard fucking from us both. His glutes were rock hard but his eagerness for action there was obvious as he pushed his butt backwards towards my face.

I licked all around the hole and down towards Sonnys small balls, and at the top of his legs by his ball sac, and delighted in his reaction to the stimulation around the area, taking his mouth off Stephen’s cock to verbally tell me to keep doing it.

I needed no more encouragement, I love mouth on arse action, both ways and I’d planned on both guys to give my hole a good reaming out too. I kept licking the area but avoided actually touching the sensitive muscle itself. I wanted to see how long Sonny could endure the lack of sensation on his hole. The way he was moving his rear around so that my mouth would get to his hole showed just how much he wanted it. I was going to make him wait.

Soon his rear was swinging all over the place and I withdrew my face back slightly. He stopped messing with Stephen and looked back at me most probably wondering where I had gone only to see I was still there.

“Is there a problem”? He was puzzled as to why I stopped.

“No. Have you a problem”. I was teasing him.

“Yes, I want my ass eaten”.

“We call it an arse here in the UK”. The teasing continued.

“OK. I want my aaaarse eaten, please”. He over emphasised.

I didn’t wait half a second. The beautiful muscle had been winking at me and I was desperate to get my face in there and open him up. I wanted to eat his arse just as much as he wanted to receive it.

He gave out a roar of approval and pushed himself back further onto my face.

I licked away at the hole and it relaxed and puckered on my tongue.

I was on my knees but knew it would be much better for both of us if he sat on my face, so I turned over onto my back, grabbed the sides of his ultra hard glutes and pulled him down onto my mouth. Above me as I lapped away, loving every moment of his wonderful arse, I could just see him jacking on his beautiful dark cock. His balls bouncing on my nose. Sonny sat upright on my face pushing his now open hole directly onto my tongue and I pushed it in further.

Stephen was standing on the bed facing Sonny feeding his cock into the eager mouth, most of the ten inches out of sight and in Sonny’s throat. I could see Stephen’s huge hands cupping Sonny’s hard pecs and twisting the buds rubbing them between his thumbs and index fingers.

Stephen’s bass voice boomed out.

“Wanting these blond cocks in your arse young man”? Silly question. Of course he did. His mouth full of cock all Sonny could do what hum assent and try to not his head.

“Who do you want first”? Sonny had to let go of Stephen’s meat to answer and he gasped out his reply.

“Yours, the biggest. Please fuck me hard”.

There was no doubt Stephen would fuck him hard. As big bodied and muscled as Sonny is, Stephen easily manoeuvred the man around into all sorts of positions, as I, when I could, fuck his face spit-roasting the guy or alternately when I could offer my arse for him to eagerly rim out.

As usual Stephen fucked hard and fast and would roughly pull his cock all the way out and these days it was natural for him to offer his cock to be cleaned, holding his wet cock a few inches away from the face of Sonny who’s eyes delighted at the sight of it and admired it before licking his lips and taking the thick smooth shiny glans into his mouth after sticking out his tongue to give the head a good licking before going down on the shaft as far as his position would allow.

Satisfied that Sonny had done a good job, the colossal cock would be offered to me to prepare for re-entry after the big body had been pushed like a rag doll into a new position to be fucked in.

There was no stopping, Stephen. Like me, he had taken a shine to the handsome tall Thai bodybuilder who could be a very enthusiastic bottom, but also when it came to it a hard top as well. There was a couple of times in Pattaya that Sonny was a pig-in-the-middle, giving cock and taking it at the same time. The best part of it was the condition of Sonny’s magnificent body. He was wonderfully sculpted and his dark Asian skin made him look not only exotic but extremely sexy as well.

The guys were really getting up a great sweat and again Stephen pulled out completely offering this cock for Sonny to clean before stuffing it back in again for a couple of strokes and pulling out for yet another cleansing. Sonny’s eagerness for it was palpable.

“Want your turn”? Stephen offered.

I smeared some lube on my cock and was about to finger some into Sonny’s gaping hole when Stephen pushed me aside and what rimming Sonnys gaping hole almost spitting into the hole id was so wide open after he had bored it wide open. Then he took hold of the base of my cock and aimed it at the wide-open entrance. Sonny on his back, legs in the air being held by his muscular arms. Again, his eyes wide with anticipation and desire.

Almost crying as he said it, he almost begged me to fuck him. Unlike Stephen, I slowly pushed my cock inside his fuck tube until I saw I’d hit his spot. Sonny gave out a hard whimper as I touched it and I slowly fucked the area giving him multiple thrills. Stephen came to me kissing me deeply and whispering to me to give the guy a great ride, before going down to Sonny and also kissing him, stroking his handsome face and gently talking to him.

“Sonny”, Stephen’s bass voice was gentle and as viscous as honey, “Have you been very naughty sine we were last together in Thailand”.

Sonny started into Stephen’s face looking puzzled.

“Have you and Neung, been naughty fucking many other guys in Bangkok”.

Sonny clicked, now knowing what Stephen was after.

“Yes, we have been very naughty and sometimes very bad but in a good way”.

I was now fucking Sonny deep and Stephen had reached down and was jacking him off slowly, his face right by Sonny and they were exchanging slow kisses as Stephen’s interrogation continued.

“Was there any special man you met”.

“Yes, I like him but not like you and Gerren”.

“Who was it”? Stephen’s voice as still deep and calm.

“It was two men, a couple”.

Stephen’s stroking got faster.

“How did you meet them, in the sauna”?

“No. At the DJ Station. Neung and I were dancing on the stage level and they see us and smile a lot at us and we pull them up to the stage to dance with us”.

“Where were they from? What age were they”?

“They were young, our age, from German and handsome. They took off their shirts and had very good bodies. We dance and have drinks and touch bodies and they invite us to their hotel”.

It had been a while since I’d seen Stephen like this. In the early days together, we used to swap our tales of the past with other guys. I continued fucking Sonny.

“What did they look like”? Sonny was puzzled.

“Where they tall, muscled, hung, dark, blond”?

Oh, the one I like was blond, but not like you and Gerren, he was darker than you but muscled and smooth, big cock, this size”. Sonny held his hands apart showing the size by the distance of his two fingers, I judged it seven or eight inches. He was good kisser and good fucking too”.

“And the other man”? Stephen urged Sonny on, still jacking his cock slowly.

“He was the one Neung liked. Shorter than my man, but bigger body and cock, this size and thick”. Again, Sonny demonstrated with his fingers. He had small hair on his chest and his arms and legs also hairy. His hair colour dark. Neung fuck him very hard. Like Stephen fucks me”.

“I suppose you were sucking and kissing and fucking your man”. Stephen’s eyes were glowing.

Sonny sat up slightly. “Yes bit more. Neung get them to fuck each other. He wants to see them fuck like they at home together, and he fuck the dark guy at the same time”.

“Was that the best”?

“No”.

“What was the best”. Stephen’s hand was jacking Sonny faster now and his cock was really leaking and upped my tempo fucking the happy Thai.

“Neung and I fuck my man together like we learn from you in Pattaya. Both in him at the same time and he like it so much. He is above me and push himself up above me and I see him handsome, and big body and he come all over me but not touch himself to shoot”.

Sonny’s breathing now become laboured. My fucking was really rapid now and Stephen’s hand was almost a blur.

“Did you shoot too”. Stephen asked the handsome Thai who was now really straining with my fucking and Stephen’s hand.

“Yes, Oh Yes I did, deep into his ass”. He corrected himself “Arse, and I felt Neung also shoot inside the man against my cock. It was the best. The first time I do this. Then the other guy, he licked the juice from his boyfriend off his body and when we pull out from the hole”.

Suddenly, Sonny was close and very excited and eager. He was groping around by Stephen’s groin. “let me hold your cock, please”. He was sounding in urgent need to grip the dick. Sonny continued as he held onto Stephen’s huge cock, getting great satisfaction from it.  “He takes our cocks and suck them clean and jack off and shoot – Oh”!

I felt Sonny’s hole really tighten around my cock and his body really tension itself and the young bodybuilder called out a few times including some Thai and then the release came and he shot a big jet of cum against his chest followed by several lesser shots of sperm onto his belly and abs calling out at each shot and his fuck tube gripped and released my cock at each blast. Stephen’s hand was stopped by Sonny desperately trying to get him to stop wanking it and his body tightened almost into a ball at the strain of the orgasm as it overwhelmed his wonderfully sculpted body.

As his massive chest calmed down Stephen turned Sonny’s head to his and kissed him hard. The two of them linked their mouths as if it was the most urgent mouth to mouth resuscitation.

“You want my cum Sonny”? I asked gently almost trying not to disturb him. He pulled away from Stephen’s mouth and answered, “Yes from both of you”. I was about to ask how he’d like it but he told us, “I would really like you both in my mouth and for you to hold my head hard so I cannot move”. He’d must have thought about this for some time. Confirming the point by telling us that he had thought of nothing else since he knew he was coming to England.

I was still gently and slowing fucking Sonny and Stephen was lying by his side. “You’ll take us both directly from your hole”?

There was no voiced answer, just a wide-eyed look and a slight nod of the head.

Stephen knelt by Sonny’s head offering his giant cock to his mouth, and pulling out every now and again and hitting his face hard as encouragement. I was screwing him deeply, watching him service Stephen’s cock and admiring the wonderful shape of his body beneath me. His trim waist, abs, chest and wonderful nips and his broad shoulders and wonderfully developed biceps.

I leaned down closer to the action at Sonny’s head to get a close look and to join in the licking of Stephen’s shaft. Our eyes met with dirty glee and Sonny used his grip on Stephen’s balls to turn the cockhead to me to suck jointly with him. I gripped Sonny’s nips to keep my balance but also to enjoy working them. His nips were tight against his well-developed chest and I loved trying to twist the buds hard.

Sonny’s hole was expanding and contracting around my cock as I pumped harder and faster.

“You want my load”? I asked him. The fat cock in his mouth limited his reply to a ‘u-hum’ and the eager look in his eyes confirmed that he was ready. I knew I was so very close and I pulled out his hole in one fast thrust and was opposite Stephen in a couple of seconds with my husband expertly working my nips hard, and my orgasm was triggered almost instantly.

My cock was in Sonny’s mouth and automatically pumping my load into his mouth. There was a slight squeal of delight from him and I could see his Adam’s apple pumping away as he swallowed my load. As I started to withdraw from his mouth Sonny stopped me, holding my hard cock in his mouth and using his tongue to excite all my load out of me.

It was Stephen who pulled my cock out of Sonny’s mouth, gently telling him that he wanted to see Sonny “Lick all of the cock clean. I want to see you do it properly. It’s what you asked for”.

Sonny did as he was told. I looked down to watch closely as the handsome tall Thai body-builder covered every part of my cock with his lips and mouth, while Stephen lubed up his cock ready to give Sonny a good hard fucking.

 

I was almost face to face with Sonny as Stephen really screwed him into the bed. Sonny’s legs being held wide apart in the air as he held my head next to mine hiss me and stroking my face and blond hair as he repeatedly said the Thai words that sounded to me like “Lum Law”. I later found out it meant “Very Handsome”.

Stephen as usual was banging the hell out of the arse he was fucking, slamming his vast cock in and out and building up a good sweat.

He called to me to come to kiss him.  I left the sweet caresses from Sonny and joined my husband, kissing him hard and twisting the hell out of one of his nips whilst struggling at first to get a couple of fingers from my other hand around his arsehole. It did the trick, it wasn’t too long before he was calling out to Sonny if he was ready for his huge load.

Sonny was ready. He lay back against the pillow with his hands behind his head, allowing Stephen to plunge his cock in his mouth as soon as he liked.

Stephen was there, he whipped out his cock just as the first jet of spunk flew out from his cock-head. It didn’t have time to get to Sonny’s mouth and it splattered over his face in a long stream about eight inches long. The second stream also missed sonny’s mouth as the jizz shot out immediately after the first again leaving a long line of cum over Sonny’s face. Sonny was moving his face around trying to capture the spurting cock in his mouth as the third line of cum hit the inside of Sonny’s nostril and over this cute nasal ridge and then over his upper lip just as Sonny caught the remainder of the cum in his mouth, and closing his lips over the pulsing thickness of the cock.

Stephen’s body was shaking wildly as he orgasmed, and he fell almost on top of Sonny but saved himself by catching his hugely developed arms above each side of Sonny’s head. I could see the tube under Stephen’s cock throb as each line of cum raced out into Sonny’s mouth.

With one nostril filled with cum and his mouth certainly struggling with the copious amount of juice being pumped into his throat, Sonny had some difficulty breathing and snorted out the cum from his nose.  His hands behind his head and with Stephen ramming his cock deep into the mouth and throat, Sonny couldn’t move away. He didn’t care anyhow. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He was getting what he had asked for.

The orgasm subsided and Stephen fell over onto Sonny’s side, his cock flopping out of the mouth and landing in a line about two inches above his navel. If Stephen was exhausted, Sonny was exuberant. With the early streams of cum still on his face we leaned over and grabbed Stephen’s ten inches, holding it upright in the air and was licking the remains of the orgasm off the shaft and head.

 

I pulled Sonny away from the cock-worship and held his head with both my hands, and licked off my husbands love juice off the Thai mans face, and then, making sure Stephen was watching, I kissed Sonny deeply, pushing the captured cum deep into his mouth. Sonny made a show of opening his mouth wide to indicate the cum and then very deliberately swallowed the lot opening wide again to show his mouth was empty.

“I do that only for you”. He told Stephen, before falling back onto the bed between the pair of us, one totally satisfied muscled bottom.

After a few minutes silence, I could detect that Sonny was sobbing. Both Stephen and I sat up concerned for our friend.

I asked what was the matter.

“I like you both. You are both my kind of man that I like. Falang skin, and white hair and handsome, but I cannot decide which of you I like number one”.

Stephen answered for both of us.

“Sonny It doesn’t matter to us who you like as number one or number two, we both like you, and we both like you the same. Just remember that and don’t upset yourself and worry. You have us both as your friends. You can come to either of us or both of us at any time”.

This seemed to satisfy and calm Sonny. I recalled that Sonny had a Swedish lover in a relationship that was intensely sexual but had come to a very sudden end. I didn’t know why. I resolved to ask Neung.

“I could do with some tea”. Stephen announced. I went downstairs to make some for him and Sonny, satisfying myself with some fresh water.

When I took the tea upstairs, I found the guys standing up, naked and kissing, rubbing hard crutches together. I announced the arrival of the tea and was invited to join the guys in the embrace. It was Sonny who said that I shouldn’t be left out. That pleased me immensely.

It was an hour or so after we they had drank the tea and we had showered and dressed that Neung called to say he was ready for collection from St Ives. It was just turning dark. Sonny came with me into the town to pick up Neung. I arranged with Stephen that I’d pick up some ready meals from the Tesco store in St Ives on the way back.

Neung was very happy, he’d had a wonderful day and made some new friends who were interested in his art and he’d seen some new ideas. He asked if he could go back the next day. I was sure it would be fine.

I cooked the prepared meals that I had bought from the supermarket, and used the rice cooker to bulk out the meal for the boys, and prepared lots of fresh vegetables to accompany the meal.

Sonny was extremely happy at the table but Neung was exultant.

“I didn’t think I’d be so happy here”. Then he said something that was music to my ears.

“I think I could live in St Ives. It’s so pretty and good for artists. I feel inspired”.

That made me happy but I knew it couldn’t happen. Thai’s are notoriously home sick. They miss their food, their language and their culture. It’s quite well known that relationships between Thai’s and westerners work extremely well within Thailand but when the Thai moves to live overseas, then the relationship doesn’t work as well. I gave Neung a hint of a warning.

“Maybe you should wait until you have been here a full month and see how you would feel when you are about to return home to everything you know”.

He considered it for a moment and smiled broadly.

“Khun Gerren, you speak wise words”.

Neung and Sonny spoke to each other in Thai for a while. Stephen and I were not insulted that they spoke and we didn’t understand what they were saying. Then Neung expressed shock, smiling broadly, looking at both Stephen and I in turn.

“When do I have my turn alone with you both”? he asked us.

“We’ll try to find a time and day in our diary”. Stephen laughingly told him. “You have been alone with us back in Thailand. Remember”?

Neung had indeed been alone with us in my friends Rboy’s apartment in Pattaya, but then so any other things had happened after that.

The atmosphere around the table was very cordial and very relaxed. We planned for the next day with Sonny back at the gym with Stephen and Neung in St Ives with his new artist friends. That night we slept apart. Sonny tired out by the activity during the afternoon.

Dad and Jaxon have a threesome

Dad and I were 6 months into our sexual relationship and those first shy nocturnal fumbling’s seemed a lifetime away. Living together as lovers became perfectly natural for us, natural as living as a typical couple with sex still being an exciting integral part of our lives. Life at home was relaxed, we’d invariably wear singlets and trunks which were comfortable and very obviously displayed the state of our arousal at any random time. 

Dad once said – it was so easy to detect when a man was horny as his dick would be a signpost whereas it was much harder to read the mind of a woman.

Most nights we’d have sex, real hot passionate sex, as loud and as raw as it was quiet and loving, as intimate as it was incestuous, and maybe it was that taboo of knowing we were father and son that made the whole thing so hot. We’d reach the stage where face to face humping was just as intense as fucking. The animal power of dad’s big hairy body in my arms, the way our dicks ground together, trapped between our writhing bodies was incredible. As was the sensation of his big hands and fingers searching out my hidden places and bringing them alive with a single touch. My dad was a real nip man too! Biting and chewing mine so hard sometimes I had to beg for mercy.

And in that humping position I could reach round and play with the crack of his butt, circling my fingers through the soft hair until I found his pucker and slowly work my finger in his butt-hole. 6 months ago that would have been unbelievable, now dad would willingly fuck himself on my finger as we humped together.

Everything we did to each other was almost as mind blowing as when I’d look up in dad’s final moments and see his entire face, red, contorted, every tendon in his neck stretched almost to breaking point before he finally lost control and with a series of massive shudders and deafening yells shot his load all over me as I shot mine. Frottaging our naked bodies together, kissing and then cumming over each other was just as rewarding as one of our cocks, usually dad’s, exploding into the other’s, usually mine, asshole.

Typically we’d end the night bathed in each other’s sweat and splattered with cum. It was rare these days for us to actually wake up in clean sheets. Dad was becoming more versatile but it still wasn’t natural for him to bottom. Perhaps 2 in 10 fucks ended in me penetrating him. I wasn’t complaining as I loved his stronger dominating presence that I’d always experienced since I was a boy and it was now an awesome treat when the roles were reversed and I’d get to fuck my hunky hairy stud of a dad!

In those 6 months, we hadn’t opened up about our relationship to anyone and we hadn’t found to desire to go outside the relationship for sex. Maybe it was still the ‘honeymoon period’ but we were totally satisfied with pleasuring each other.

I found it very horny when we’d go out for a romantic dinner as I’d see other couples looking at us maybe appreciating that we were lovers but having no idea that we were father and son, or maybe those people might see a family resemblance between us and think how wonderful it was that dad and son could enjoy dinner together, again not having any idea that the dad would invariably end up fucking the son later on.

One of our favourite pastimes was to size up single guys, or guys who were coupled and guess if they were gay and even if they weren’t, we’d speculate whether they’d likely to be tops or bottoms. Once in a while, we’d spy another obvious gay couple and ‘looks’ would be exchanged, them knowing we were also a gay couple but having no idea of our true relationship.

Until one particular evening our domestic bliss changed when we took an adventurous step in our relationship. Many would say it was inevitable in a gay relationship, but we didn’t go looking for it – we had a threesome.

Dad and I had enjoyed a meal out and we’d finished two bottles of wine between us. So as we were feeling ‘merry’ and not yet ready to end the evening it wasn’t difficult to persuade him to go for a nightcap in a nearby gay bar.

He’d had never been to one, he’d a history of bar hopping and clubbing in his youth and when he separated from mom, he was no stranger to well-known pick up bars but always focused within straight venues.

As for me, being so much younger, I’d had my fair share of one-night stands after hanging out in gay bars, all night raves, or if I wanted less of a challenge, any of the regular Sydney gay saunas where a fuck was guaranteed.

I brought dad to The Stonewall on Oxford St, the pink mile in Sydney that focused on the younger members of the gay community, with drag queens and podium dancers most nights. I wanted dad to experience what single gay life was like.

‘So, dad,’, I laughed, ‘What do you fancy?’

‘How about a beer son?’

I said he knew exactly what I meant, and he smiled  

I’d had a lot of success in that bar in the past, the regular crowd being attractive younger guys who were looking for a no strings fuck in a local sauna or a rarer older guy who was hoping to get lucky. I’d say I’d had a mixture of both – topping the younger and getting fucked by the older guys. I wondered if I’d run into any of my past conquests and how I’d introduce dad!

We mingled in the packed crowd working our way towards the bar and I smiled to myself as I watched dad’s reaction to being surrounded by younger guys, all openly gay and ranging from screaming teen queens to some stunning looking guys in their 20s who were hunting in packs!

We grabbed a couple of beers and stood around a small table, surveying the usual raucous crowd.

‘How about that one over there?’ I asked using my beer bottle to indicate a blond kid dancing in a sweat stained vest and jeans.

‘Looks like he loves himself a bit too much, and besides son I’ve got to be the oldest guy in here. Who’s gonna look at me unless they’re canvassing for residents for a care home?’

He laughed but I could tell he felt out of place. Which was totally stupid because I knew there were always twinks in a bar like this just hanging out for a big hairy daddy, guys who wouldn’t be able resist that big expanse of hairy chest, let alone that big dick of his.   

After our first beer, I had to go off for a piss. I left dad on his own looking very prone and disappeared into the crowd. It took a while, as there was a queue to use the urinals and the cubicles were full of couples who came out guiltily wiping their noses!

Afterwards, I went to the bar to buy another round of drinks and I searched for dad in the crowd. To my amusement I saw him talking to an animated guy. The guy had his back to me but I could tell he was a much younger guy. He wore a tight tee shirt which wasn’t flattering as it showed how thin he was, but I had to admit, that as the crowd moved around, I got glimpses of his rounded butt which was enticingly shaped by his tight fitting jeans. Dad seemed engrossed in the conversation and wasn’t looking around for me or to be rescued. In fact he had a smile on his face and seemed amused by the whole thing.

I smiled too. I was watching my own father being hit on by a younger guy for the first time and wondered if his cock was slowly unfurling in his jeans imagining that kid on his back with his legs in the air and dad’s cock up his butt… .

Eventually I made my way over to the two of them and almost stopped in my tracks when I recognized the guy that dad was with. His name was Adam, and I’d fucked him on at least 2 occasions. The first time I’d picked him up and we’d gone off to the sauna and I admit I’d given him a very energetic root which he just lapped up. We didn’t exchange numbers as for me, he was just a one-off bit of trade, but when I saw him a week or so later, I targeted him as I wanted a repeat performance. He wasn’t relationship material, but he was definitely a very responsive shag with the sort of butt that could handle a cock like my dad’s…

And he was cute looking, not stunning and not muscly, but lithe, smooth and a head shorter than dad. I knew dad had this thing about the ‘boy next door’ look because that was always the sort of guy he’d point out to me when we were fooling around. So Adam was definitely dad’s type…but was dad even ready to fuck another guy let alone have his 1st threesome?

I plonked the two beers on the table and got a frown from Adam when he thought I was interrupting the conversation, but the frown soon turned into a look of vague recognition as he remembered our previous encounters.

Dad saw the look for recognition between us and said ‘Jaxon, this is………..’ and to his embarrassment had forgotten or had never been given Adam’s name. I came to the rescue and from the depths of my memory, recalled that his name was Adam and so I finished the sentence…. “this is Adam” and then it was my time to feel awkward, for straightaway I had to think about how to introduce dad.

I carried on and said ‘And Adam if he didn’t tell you, this is Tom’. I was so tempted to end the sentence by saying……’Tom…… my dad’, but I thought I’d let the relationship remain a secret for a bit longer.

Adam switched his attention to me and we did the obligatory chat of what we’d been up to since we last saw each other. The fact that Adam switched his attention to me and not entirely on dad showed that he’d remembered the quality sex we’d had before – and maybe he was hoping for some kind of repeat performance?

I involved dad in the conversation once we’d moved on from what was happening in the ‘gay bubble’, then Adam asked the inevitable question.

‘How do you guys know each other?’.

I looked at dad and decided to admit everything.

“He’s my dad”.

Adam looked like he didn’t get it

“What?”

“He’s my father.”

“Are you kidding me?” He looked at me to see if I was teasing him and I shook my head. I then saw him looking at us from face to face and he finally said “Fuck a duck! You really are! I can’t believe it.”

After still trying to take it in he asked, “Do you two fuck?”

Dad looked at me then looked straight back at Adam.

‘Yes, we do.’ he said.

All Adam could do was shake his head and repeat “Fuck a duck! That’s amazing!”

Then he said, “Look I got to go and pee, promise me you won’t go anywhere.”

We agreed and he disappeared into the crowd

We laughed together and I said “Did you see his reaction?”

Dad carried on laughing and replied “Yep do you think he’ll be back or have we shocked him too much?”

“Oh I think he’ll be back…. So…. dad?”

“Uhuh?”

“Do you want to……?”

“What?” I realized he was still pretty innocent when it came to the opportunities of the gay world but if this had been a straight bar any woman flirting with dad like Adam had would probably already be in the parking lot and right now enjoying dad’s cock working her puss into a frenzy,

“So do you want to bring him home?”

“Are you serious? How do you know that’s what he wants?”

“Oh dad, it’s so obvious. I saw the way he was talking to you before I came along. It was so obvious he was trying to pick you up. And to be honest, he’s a brilliant root – completely submissive. You could do anything you want to him.”

“It’s as easy as that?” he said. still not sure about my assumption.

“100%” It’s up to you, I’m deffo up for it.”

“You mean we…share?’

‘That’s exactly what I mean dad. Be kind of horny eh, watching each other fuck?’  

Dad rubbed his chin as if he was already imagining the scene, And I’ll admit he wasn’t the only one. I had a very clear memory that not only did Adam like it rough but he was also one noisy little pup, in fact so noisy I’d had to clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle him the night I’d fucked him at the sauna… maybe dad would do the same?… Maybe a slimmer more submissive younger model would bring out even more of dad’s dominant side?. And that I couldn’t wait to see

“Well OK if he asks.”

“Trust me – he will. So you fancy fucking him?” I just put it out there and laughed again at his almost embarrassed reaction.

He nodded.

Hell! I suddenly realized Adam would be dad’s only other fuck! And I was gonna see it! See my father bury his dick in another guys ass… actually see what he looked like fucking me. And I guess for dad it worked the other way… he’d see me fucking the ass off Adam.

So just ran with it as if it was already signed and sealed. I was looking forward to it myself. I knew exactly the kind of guy that Adam was – sex first, ask questions later, and from memory he was a very enthusiastic bottom. I’d even say the whole dad/son thing would be an ultimate fantasy for him.

To confirm my confidence, Adam returned with more beers.

“I still can’t believe it’ he said, ‘ It’s the horniest thing I’ve ever heard of. Do you guys really mess around?”

Dad and I looked at each other and I smiled with satisfaction. I let dad answer.

“If you’re up for it – we are!”

Adam looked like he couldn’t believe his luck was in. We knocked back our drinks, none of us wanting to waste any time, dad organized an Uber and we set off.

Adam and I carried on catching up in the car talking about various parties we’d been to and the latest episodes of RuPaul. Dad kept quiet and I knew he wasn’t into anything we were talking about, he was probably thinking about what we’d get up to once we got home.

We were all pretty excited by the time we arrived at our place, but I noticed dad was leaving it to me to make all the moves and that was fine with me.

I pulled Adam towards me and within seconds we were kissing like crazy whilst dad watched.

‘Well dad, you gonna join us?’

And over he came, wrapping us both in his arms, any nervousness he may have felt about kissing another guy seemed  to have vanished as his lips moved from one to the other. He groaned in my mouth and as soon as I moved my hand to his bulge I knew why. Adam was already one step ahead of me, already massaging dad’s obvious erection through his jeans.

Pretty soon there were six hands stroking, teasing and three hard dicks aching to be released. And just as I remembered Adam’s dick was couple of inches shorter than my own.

I broke away first, tugging my shirt over my head as a signal for dad and Adam to follow suit and gradually we stripped, our clothes flying all over the place until we were stood there bollock naked and admiring each other’s bodies.

‘Fuck YES!’ said Adam eagerly running his hands over my dad’s hairy chest and belly before wrapping his fingers around dad’s cock, wanking him slowly as they kissed in front of me.

Adam looked at me and grinned.

‘Jaxon YOU are one lucky boy!’

But it wasn’t me that looked like the boy compared to dad. It was him. Younger. Smoother, A good head shorter than my father, it was hard to believe he was actually twenty. Somehow dad’s massive arms, his height, his fur just made Adam look younger.

Maybe had he had my muscles he wouldn’t have looked so young, But he didn’t. He just looked fucking horny.

I could see Adam was mesmerized by dad’s dick. No doubt impressed by the size and no doubt already imagining how that awesome cock with its fat cockhead would feel pushing into his butt-hole.

Dad’s helmet was still partly covered by his frill and mine was the same until I fisted it, dragging my foreskin down and locking it under my helmet. And there was my knob, already gleaming with precum.

I took in Adam’s cock, more slender and smaller than ours but still a reasonable size. He was as smooth as me and his pubes were just as sparce. The lack of hair around mine emphasized the size of my dick but his pubes added to his youthful appearance.

Putting my arm around dad’s shoulders we moved to the couch where I got him to sit down next to me. Adam took one look at us sat there, our legs spread, our balls hanging, our eager cocks pointing up our trails and he soon got the message, dropping to his knees between my legs, holding my dick in his hand and twirling his tongue all around my helmet, looking up at me and dad, his lips already slimy with spit and precum.

Then he moved over to dad’s, first admiring its girth and then greedily sinking his lips around the helmet, his cheeks bulging around dad’s meat as he sank lower pushing down dad’s frill.

‘Awwwwwwwww FUCKKKKKKKKK!’ Dad half gasped and half laughed as Adam took more cock than he could cope with and began to gag.

‘Easy young man.’

‘It’s so fucking big,’ Adam spluttered just about able to get his hand around my father’s wet slimy dick and wanking it slowly as dad moaned and arched his back, thrusting his cock forward as he began to almost fuck Adam’s fist.

Then it was back to my cock for the same treatment. Just like I remembered he was an expert cock sucker, using his mouth on one cock and his hand on the other, then swapping as dad and I kissed, both enjoying Adam’s expert attention. I couldn’t help but think how weird it felt to kiss dad and at the same time feel someone else’s lips around my dick.

Much to my surprise it was dad who suggested moving into the bedroom where we could ‘spread out’.

So, the three of us got up naked with our cocks bobbing and leading the way down the hall way.

There was no point wasting time, so I lay on the bed, back against the headboard and once again let Adam eat my cock. It was a glorious feeling to let this young expert play with my dick and balls. The only thing was I knew that with his skills if he kept on working like that, I’d shoot. Luckily dad came to the rescue.

He took one look at Adam on his knees with his ass in the air and a huge grin spread across his face as his dick pulsed a long string of precum.

I could tell just how much he was into this from the way he was slowly masturbating his dick and licking his lips as he stared at Adam’s ass. But I hadn’t expected dad to climb on the bed, crouch behind him, grab Adams skinny boi-butt in his big hands and without any messing bury his face in that hairless crack…

Adam moaned out in delight and as he opened his mouth, I edged my cock further down his throat. For a second he gagged, coming up for air until he regained control of his breathing as I began fucking his mouth.

The view down Adams spine showed dad slurping and licking away like he’d been rimming butt-holes all his life and I was impressed that he’d taken to licking another guy’s ass so quickly. After all he’d only been with me, but I had to admit that he’d quickly become a very adept rimmer. He would dig in his thumbs on either side of my pucker and didn’t shy away from trying to tunnel his tongue in past my tight ring. He’d told me he never tried rimming a woman and now it appeared he was trying to make up for it. And now there he was plundering Adam’s ass with gusto and it was awesome to see his face pressed hard against Adam’s cheeks knowing that his tongue was flicking across his asshole trying to probe inwards and drenching it with saliva.

Dad came up for air and wiped the drool from his chin. He smiled with satisfaction and gave Adam’s ass a light swipe whilst holding his dripping cock in his hand. He looked at me for approval and of course I encouraged him with the nod of my head and knowing what was about to happen I kept Adam’s head firmly buried in my crotch as his ass remained in the perfect penetrative position.

There’s no way Adam wouldn’t have been aware of dad’s intentions as he positioned himself between his legs and aimed his purple knob-head at the small pink target. I sat up desperately wanting to watch his hole being breached by dad’s impressive cock. Adam was a slim guy and dad’s chunky thighs exceeded the width of Adam’s hips and his thick dick looked quite lethal as he edged along it Adam’s taint seeking entry.

I felt Adam bracing himself as be prepared to be impaled so I kept my cock firmly wedged in his mouth as dad pushed forward, muffling the scream I knew must come when that hairless pink hole was breached.

‘OHH FUCKKK OH FUCKKKKKKKKK!, groaned dad  and I saw the length of his thick shaft disappearing between Adam’s two slim cheeks, felt the vibrations of that muffled scream around my throbbing erection.

‘Get in there dad, get that big fucker right up that little ass!’

Not that dad needed any encouragement. He was already gripping Adams slim hips and nudging his cock inch by inch into that boys butt until…

‘AARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!’ Adams head snapped back as he felt every one of dad’s seven inches burrow deep to the root. And he had my sympathy. No matter how careful dad was with his cock there was always some pain, even now, and I was used to it. But somehow… then the penny dropped…

I wasn’t watching dad making love. I was watching him fucking!

It was only then that I let my tight grip of Adams loosen and he came up for air, his mouth dripping spit and precum, his eyes watering as he gasped for breath.

His whole body swayed under the force of dad’s thrusting and his original cries of pain turned to groans of ecstasy as dad pummeled him. For an experienced guy like him, he must have relished having a dick the girth of dads plowing into him. Adams resilience was tested as dad didn’t hold back and he repeatedly rammed in him full throttle.

Yes! This was really dad FUCKING!

Slamming his dick deep into that hole, gripping those hips so tight his fingers were already leaving marks on Adams pale skin, and grunting and panting like nothing else mattered but shooting his spunk in that speared boi-cunt.

I sat up further, leaning across Adams body and kissing dad as we spit-roasted him. I could feel the swaying of Adams frame and it was a powerful feeling to know that as dad and I kissed, he was hammering him unmercifully, oblivious to Adam’s own pleasures or needs. The ‘slap slap slap’ of dad’s thighs continually slapping against Adams buttocks emphasizing the ferociousness of dad’s onslaught.

Adam’s oral skills were being severely tested as he dealt with dad’s battering. As for me, his mouth provided a damp warm cavity for me to continue spewing out precum and having it lapped up and swallowed, causing it to only generate more.

I watched dad’s body slap against Adam’s and looked at his expression. One that I knew so well and was telling me that he was about to blow. His face was reddened, he was breathing rapidly, his grunts became deeper and I saw him clench Adam’s hips…. and yell…

‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I’M CU…. CUMMMMM…. CUMMINGGGGGGGG!

 …as his body jolted several times and I knew that ropes of cum were coating the inside of Adam’s bowels.

Beads of sweat ran down dad’s hairy torso as his rhythmic fucking motion eventually slowed down and his groans subsided.

As usual when he withdrew his cock it was about half the size of when he first entered Adam’s ass. A string of creamy sperm broke as dad pulled away followed by a soft ‘phutt’ as dad’s cum began to bubble out of Adam’s well-fucked pucker.

Once he was free of dad’s cock Adam collapsed onto the bed, still gasping for breath, sprawled out in front of us, his smooth crack glistening with a mix of spunk, precum and his own ass juices.

Dad wiped the sweat off his face and looked at me, a big grin on his lips.

‘Your turn son.’

And it so was. After seeing dad fuck like that I had no intention of giving Adam a break. He’d been edging me for ages, my frill was firmly tucked under my exposed knob which was bloated and blood filled and ready to spew.

I grabbed hold of him and rolled him over onto his back, knelt between his legs, and pushed them back against his chest exposing his asshole. There was a ring of white cum smeared around his entrance and I edged my helmet in his crack to scoop up the leaking remnants of dad’s orgasm to act as lube as it was my turn to slide my cock inside his freshly plundered anus.

Dad walked round to the side of the bed to get the best view as his boy edged his way into Adams asshole.

‘Fuck dad! He’s swimming in cum!

I heard dad gasp but whether that was in admiration of seeing his son’s dick entering another guys ass, or because he could see his own load almost squirting down the sides of my shaft I don’t know. But fuck me! Did that well fucked cum-filled chute feel good!

Not as tight as I remembered but then on that night his ass hadn’t already been stretched by dad’s dick, but feeling all slimy cum in there, those quivering walls churned to mush by dad’s violent thrusts, well, that was more than worth it.

Dad seemed memorized as I slammed into Adam.

‘Watch dad! Watch me fuck him!’

Now he was getting the live version of a hard-core porn movie, soundtrack and all only it was a movie starring his own son… a sound track of his boys grunts, gasps and groans. And this wasn’t an actors thighs slapping against Adam’s ass-cheeks, it was the same thighs that had slapped against his own ass, the same big boy dick that had fucked dads own hairy butt was now ramming in and out of another lad’s pucker.

…the same pucker that minutes ago had slammed and squeezed on my own father’s dick was now squeezing mine… and the thought that dad and I had fucked the same butt just made me ram harder, twisting my hips when I was buried to the root to stretch Adams slimy bald cunt as much as I could with my own thick shaft….

…now it was MY body dad was hearing slapping against Adam’s, MY dick that making him kick and yell as it speared him over and over, MY voice that was calling him ‘a horny little fucker’…. telling him I was gonna breed his skinny little ass… pump his cunt full of my spunk… MY sweat dad could smell dripping on Adam’s body…

As I kept the pressure on the inside of Adam’s knees pinning them to his chest, I had maximum access to energetically ram my dick into him. Then I felt dad’s hand travel down to my butt, caressing and squeezing my cheek as it clenched and released as my dick continued to slam into Adam’s ass.

I looked over my shoulder at him, our eyes met and he smiled wickedly, making a great show of inserting his middle finger into his mouth.

‘Yeah son?’ he said, winking at me and I knew exactly what was on his mind…

Within seconds his hand was back on my ass cheeks and that one wet fingers delved between them running along my crack in search of my asshole.

‘Nnrrghhhnwwwwwwwwww daaaaaaaaad!’

I shuddered as he touched my ring, trying to find the right angle as my butt was still bouncing against Adam. Then his finger found my asshole and he pushed it in past my sphincter, twisting and turning deeper and deeper, finger fucking me as my own bucking body worked his finger deeper and deeper until….

FUCK YES! He found my prostate, making me whine and yell, making me jolt my hips against Adam’s ass… making every thrust harder and less controlled. I didn’t need any assistance in trying to cum and I knew that if dad kept on pressing on that g-spot, I wouldn’t be able to hold off my orgasm for much longer.

Dad just kept his finger wedged so that when I was on the withdrawal stroke from Adam’s ass, his finger dug deeper. I was like fucking myself on his finger until I plowed down again into Adam.

There was no way I could keep that pace up, no way I could fight the feeling of my orgasm building up inside me, my spunk forming a knot at my root, my balls lifting as if ready to shoot so I pinned Adam down, my body leaning over him, my eyes boring into his and he knew what was coming and just what to do..

He reached down between us and grabbed his own cock, it had been solid during the entire time of his double fuck. I could tell he was ready to burst as well.

And I closed my eyes and gave myself over to just letting the whole orgasmic experience take me over. I felt the volcano of sperm well up inside me and then erupt in the moist tunnel of Adam’s rectum. I imagined the white flow splashing inside him combining with dad’s deposit.

My groans were almost drowned out by Adam as he yelled ‘JAXONNNNNNN!’ and I felt the faint splatters of his warm cum spray across my chest as we were both lost in our own worlds.

Dad had stepped back and was enjoying the sight of two sweaty young guys mutually recovering from their orgasms.

He came over to kiss me and as we indulged in a long sloppy tongue-swapping kiss, Adam, still covered in his own cum, slid up to us wanting to join in. We welcomed him and we became a mass of jabbing tongues flicking in and out of each other’s mouths.

Dad said “How about we clean up?” and the three of us headed to the bathroom. Our shower cubicle isn’t really built for three people but we managed to squeeze in with Adam stood in between us as dad and I soaped him down and massaged every inch of his body. There was no more life left in his shriveled cock as there was in mine or dad’s but that didn’t matter as we all kissed and caressed each other.

Dad and I even played with his tender butt-hole as it leaked around our fingers,,,

It felt like a men’s locker room as we stood around, drying our bodies, none of us with a hard-on but still checking each other out, the room still felt sexually charged.

Dad looked at me for confirmation as he asked Adam “You want to stay the night?” and he eagerly nodded, relieved that he wasn’t going to have to abandon the intimacy of our incestuous relationship.

And when Dad slid in between the sheets, he spread his arms either side of him and said “How about my two boys come and join me?

I laughed and was quite happy for my new younger brother to slide in between us as we jokingly kissed each other good night calling each other ‘dad, big bro and little bro’.

I didn’t know how much sleep we’d actually get through the night but I knew in the morning we’d wake up refreshed and no doubt eager to carry on inducting our new temporary family member into the joys of our morning sex rituals!!

So here’s the situation.

I’m trapped in a RV. The camping type. You know, the big drivable ones with the stacked bunk beds, micro kitchen with a stove, sink, and microwave, and a tiny bathroom the size of a hall closet that smell like ass crack and urinal cakes, 

I’m stranded in the middle of the rainforest on some unnamed island in the Caribbean where it downpours three quarters of the day, and the temperature is somewhere between a steam room and the molten core of the earth. Standing out in the rain is the closest thing I’ve had to a shower in two weeks, and I’ve gotten really good at cooking soup in a can.

Oh, did I mention I’m on the constant look out for man eating dinosaurs who’ve developed a taste for human flesh.

Let me back up. 

My name is Jason Holmes. I’m a geneticist who, five fateful years ago, got hired by God damn John Hammond, the brain dead billionaire who needed my big brain to make a dinosaur for him. A real dinosaur. 

He has “A grand vision of a park unlike any other that will change the world.” And “We will be embarking on the greatest adventure humankind has ever dared to go on.” He had the audacity to say that to me. 

Well, blah blah blah, spare no fucking expense, blah blah.  my ass!   

He left my brainy ass high and dry!!

That’s right! 

He left me and my two companions freaking high and not even close to dry, to fend for ourselves, and took off to safety in the last damn helicopter on the island with his oh so precious paleontologist, Alan Grant, the paleontologist’s hoe, Hammond’s two bratty ass grandkids, and the coked out mathematician…okay that guy was kinda hot, but that’s beside the point

 Fuck Mr. Hammond.

Even before everything went tits up, they got the exclusive VIP treatment because they’re “The world’s leading experts” in their fields…Bitch. They dug up dinosaur bones.

I fucking made one.

You can probably tell I’m a little pissed at my situation. 

But here I am. It is what it is. I have to try and remain positive. Try to find a silver lining in this shit show of a situation. 

Mine comes in the form of Landry Westcott, He a member of the park’s Game keeping team, run by an intense Aussie named Robert Muldoon. They were in charge of animal management and safety. Clearly someone dropped the ball on  that.  

Anyway, how do I describe Landry? 

You remember that awesome Australian zoologist with the big voice and bubbly personality who had a kids show on Saturday mornings all about cool and dangerous animals? You know his name… Steve…No…Reeve Gerwin. Remember that cute little tan safari outfit he always wore?  Think of that, only three sizes too small, stretched to the max  over Landry’s D cup man boobs, rippling eight pack abs, biceps the size of honeydew melons, Tree trunk legs, and a tight bubble butt that would make Nicki Minaj weep. Add a casaba bulge, the thick Aussie accent, and combine that with the  constantly hot, sticky, wet environment, and gentlemen, we have ourselves a silver lining.

I should probably add that he’s ditched most of the dirty, ravaged uniform after these weeks of survival. Now he struts around gloriously exposed, his perfect muscle bod gleaming with a constant sheen of rain and sweat. Only his ass crack and softball sized snausage lump is still covered by a loin cloth made up of the leftover fabric of his uniform. 

“Look at me mate, I’m fuckin Tarzan the ape man.” He jokes in his thick accent, pounding his massive pecs, Causing them to ripple and splash with sweat and rain. His growing, blonde wet hair swings around his head as he hollers, and you can see the growing bush of pubes peek out from beneath the cloth as he leans back. And God that mound is barely held within the thin fabric. It’s stuffed in there like an overweight wallaby stuffed in a child sized fanny pack.

My other companion with us is Karen Underwood, a fellow scientist, and resident bombshell. She too has ditched most of her clothes and is now basically the slutty halloween version of a doctor, with just her lab coat covering her massive bitties. If I were straight, like most of the other guys on our team, she would most certainly be the silver lining.

Me on the other hand…I’m not too bad I guess, I keep in good shape with  A smooth, tight, lean body, and perky little bubble butt any twink would be envious of. I’m in more than a loin cloth, but not by much. I also have my lab coat, which covers my upper body and goes down to my thighs. Underneath I’m wearing  a pair of swimming speedos I brought so I could keep in shape and do laps at the facilities pool. I happened to be wearing them when the power went out and shit hit the fan.

So back to the situation.

The three of us have just recently escaped a small pack of dromaeosaurus. They’re kind of like raptors, only with colorful feathers, and not quite as clever. Still, Two of our party were eaten, turning our party of five into a party of three. 

Karen is currently searching the area for a better place to stay in, and Landry is here sulking because we agreed he should stay here and help me fortify our newest shelter.

“There’s no towels in here.” I say coming out of the camper, which had belonged to one of the gamekeeper crew members, before he disappeared with the rest of the employees. “We’ll just have to stay wet a bit longer.”
“C’mon mate, use your head. There’s a bed in there aint there? We can use those sheets to dry ourselves.” I look at him surprised. This is the first somewhat intelligent thing he’s said since this whole thing started. Landry is good at a lot of things. He’s good at working out, He’s a good shot with a rifle, and DAMN is he good at working those plump, muscle glutes. He bends down to pick up some firewood for the  wood burning stove in the RV.

Sorry. I got distracted.

What I was saying is he’s good at some things, but he’s not exactly the sharpest dingo in the pack, and his deliciously full lips are currently pouting because Karen’s not around, and he’s been trying to get down her kangaroo pouch this whole time.

I do want to apologize for all the Australian themed puns, but it’s just too easy.

Anyway, He’s been sulking like a five year old, which only somehow makes him even more adorable, in a dumb jock sort of way. His big blue eyes are all droopy now.

“That’s a good idea Landry.” I tell him. My praise seems to perk him up a little. He jogs over to me, causing his overstuffed ball pouch to bounce around. I can see the damp outline of his member, a plantain weighing down a plastic grocery bag. 

“Be careful Landry, don’t slip.” I say staring directly at the bouncing bulge.
“You kidding? I could tap dance on this slippery slide surface and I’d still keep my feet under me.” 

“Prove it.” I say, eager to see more. Landry begins to stamp his bare feet around, his tree trunk thighs flexing as he does. I get an eye full of his sausage flopping about before he turns, and I get an eye full of his muscle cake jiggling from behind. I feel my own banana start to tingle at the sight of the ripped man with the V-shape toros prance around, attempting to tap dance. He faces me again and OOPS, his wang falls out the side of the cloth, flopping halfway to his knee. 

I had a feeling it was big just by the size of that bulge, but I didn’t expect a baby anaconda to fall out. He doesn’t even notice it, and it wobbles around beneath his legs as he continues his awkward jig. Soon after a pair of hairy sacks that look to be holding tennis balls inside them plop out.  I stare wide eyed, my own cock stretching my speedo.

“Please put your dick away, Landry. You’ll scare away the animals.” Karen appears through the trees, her lady lumps jiggling about as she walks toward us. Landry looks down to see his enormous pelvic schnozzle hanging out. 

“Dammit. I hate when this happens.” He then looks up at Karen, whose wet white lab coat shows both of us everything she’s working with. Upon seeing her, Landry’s cock goes from a limp water hose, to a bulbous semi-chub, twitching like someone turned the hose water on. Somehow my already wet speedos become wetter, not to mention stickier.

“I thought you two were making the RV livable.” Karen says, rolling her eyes at Landry, who stares at her openly like a dog stares at a piece of beef.
“It’s already livable, Landry was collecting firewood for the stove.” I say while doing my own ogling at Landry’s member, his own gaze following Karen’s swishing hips as she walks past him toward me.

“Good. Well I found fresh water just down there…Landry put your cock away for fuck sakes.” It was almost at full attention now, I’d like to think his growing beef stick, now a delicious blush of pink, was starting to reach a foot in length. That’s my little head affecting my actual head’s thoughts. Still, it’s at least around eight inches and still growing… Oh Shit. It’s starting to leak. Dammit Karen.  What’s wrong with you? I would be on my knees slurping off every drop of that sweet cock nectar if I were her. Instead she looks uninterested, even annoyed. Landry finally stuffs it back into the pouch, It’s a wonder the thin cloth isn’t ripping off with that thing pushing at it. 

“Thank you.” Karen says. “Now that we have a place we can get dry, I think-” Karen begins. 

Landry shushes her suddenly, putting a thick finger up to his lips.

“Did you hear that?” He says, holding perfectly still and straining his ear. I do the same, but don’t hear anything. Fear starts to creep into me. Was it a dinosaur? 

“No…I don’t hear anything” Karen says, her eyes darting around, then after a minute, lets out a deep breath of relief. “So anyway, I…”
“SHHHH!” Landry says, holding up his hand to her. “I think…I think something’s out there.”  Karen gives him an aggravated look. 

“Landry, you’re hearing things. I looked around the area for a while, remember? If anything was coming I would have seen-” A long necked, orange skinned dinosaur suddenly leaps out through the trees, Heading in our direction. Me and Karen shriek at the same time. For some reason, Landry leaps back and does a summersault behind a tree and crouches, the move unnecessary since the tree is  right next to him, but I don’t mind, the crouch gives me                                                a nice view of his fat cakes, letting me appreciating how round, thick, and perky they are. Another dinosaur leaps out from the trees.  Laundry gets on his elbows and knees, and starts crawling through the wet, muddy soil toward the RV.  Karen bolts toward the RV, but doesn’t make it five feet before tripping and falling, her giant jugs first into the wet ground.

“Karen!. I cry out and run to her. Landry is still crawling toward us for some reason instead of getting up, his face screwed up in determination to get to us, shouting her name. God this guy is dumb, thinking his former military training is the way to go here. Three more orange dinos rush out. I realize they’re not interested in eating us. 

They’re afraid…Fleeing for their lives. That only happens if…”.

I reach Karen, who’s stumbling up to her feet as five more orange dinos rush around us, their big feet thudding heavily against the ground.

Landry finally reaches her. pushes up going into a frontal somersault, and landing on his feet. He immediately starts to grope Karen.

“What the hell Landry.” Karen says, swatting at his hands. 

“I’m just making sure you’re not injured.” He says. He stops as he cups her breasts, his blue eyes squinting as if deciding to move on. His heavy penis pouch, now covered in wet sticky mud, jumps around as he squeezes her boobs just to make double sure. He looks genuinely worried that her massive milkers might be damaged. 

 “I’m fine. Let me go.” She says pulling away and glaring at him.

“What?” Landry says dumbly, looking like an innocent puppy being scolded. His fat member has now poked out the side of the pouch again, 

Before she can answer, another dino leaps out from behind a tree, straight at us. I cry out, and fall back just as it’s body swooshes in front of me. Landry also falls back on his ass, splatting into the mud. Dazed, I raise up on my elbows, shake my head to right my jumbled head. I look forward and let out a cry of horror.

Karen lies in front of us, sprawled out on the ground, eyes stuck in a wide gape, her neck bent in a very unnatural way.

“Oh god…” I mumble not believing what I’m seeing. Karen is…dead.

“Oh no. Oh  no no no no no.” Landry cries. Still on the ground he crawls to  Karen’s body.

“No….NOOOOOO!” His face falls into her chest, muffling his cry of anguish in her ample taw taws. I stare, vaguely impressed that they still manage to be upright and perky, then remember what I noticed about the fleeing dinosaurs. Something else was probably coming. Something much worse.

I jump up, run over, and grab Landry by the arm. His powerful bicep bulges as I pull him away from Karen’s tits.

“We have to get in the RV. something else is coming. Something a lot worse.”

“I saw it. It kicked her in the head.” Landry wails, letting me guide him into the RV. I

I lock the door behind us and close the ugly brown drapes covering the windows. Landry falls into one of the beds, his cute, puppy dog face drooping with sadness.

“I can’t believe she’s dead.” He says. He’s covered in mud and dirt. Somehow the slick muck accentuates his sculpted body. 

“I’m sorry Landry….” I say sitting next to him and putting a hand on his broad shoulder, massaging the muscle, at vague thought of how hard it is makes my dick twitch. I feel ashamed, but I can’t help it. “I know you liked her.” I continue, ignoring little Jason as it pulses in my speedos. WIth those words Landry raises his head and looks me straight in the face, his beautiful blue eyes doleful, his…lushes full, wet lips quivering…God what’s wrong with me? Karen’s just died.

“I did…she wasn’t nice all the time, but she was smart, and beautiful and…Oh god!” His eyes go wide.  “It’s been two weeks since I’ve gotten off! She was my chance! The last hot chick on the island. Did you see those knockers!!” I did. They were nice to be fair, but as a gay man I was more interested in how they always perfectly accentuated her body under sweaters .

“I did Landry…they were very nice” I say continuing to massage his powerful lats. I do my best to feel bad, but I just noticed the loin cloth, wet and wrapped perfectly around his fully erect jumbo meat stick and round monkey balls. The pink tip just pokes out the side. My mouth starts to water and my own swollen member expands.

“I’m so horny!!” He cries, looking at me desperately. “What am I supposed to do now mate?” I consider the question for a moment. “Wel,  we’re the only two left…” 

Just then I hear a rumble…

“What was that?” Landry whispers.

boom…

Another rumble this time louder. 

Boom…

I stand and peek out at one of the windows. I don’t see anything.

“What is that?” I say and turn back to Landry.

Boom… 

Then I see it, his bulge jiggles.

Boom… 

It jiggles again. Landry looks down to where I’m looking.

Boom

Another even more pronounced quiver of his wrapped cock. This time the sound is much louder. Closer. Landry’s eyes go wide 

“Get out of sight of the windows!” Landry hisses, we both fall to the floor on our hands and knees. The wet cloth finally gives way, unravels and releases his donkey dong. It falls out, nearly touching the floor as he rests on his hands and knees. Landry doesn’t even seem to notice.

Boom

Whatever it is, It’s VERY close now. Landry crawls toward the front of the RV, his muscle ass on full display as it bobbles in front of me.

Boom

Both ass cheeks vibrate. 

What is wrong with me? Why am I fully erect now? Maybe instead of flight or fight. My fear response is to fuck, because thats all I’m thinking of as I see his horse cock swing back in forth between his legs as he crawls, his heavy tennis ball testicles tight and red, squeezed between those ham sized thighs. 

Landry rises and looks out the window. He gasps.

“It’s a T-rex…oh god. It’s sniffing Karen’s body. It’s…its giant tongue is licking her, perfect, supple titties…Oh god…” He falls back down in a sitting position facing me, legs spread. his pole at full mast, rising past his navel, his hairy suckable balls plopping  to the floor.

“Why do I want to be that T-Rex? Why do I want to be that tongue…I’m a terrible person.” His bulbous dick twitches. He looks shamefully down at it, then puts a finger on the tip.He pulls it a way and a string of precum stretches away with it. “OH GOD!” He wails with guilt. I reach up and grab a sheet from the bed then crawl toward him. 

It’s okay Landry.” I say, and start to clean off all the mud and muck from his body. His abs are flexed in his sitting position, and this close his chest bulges out much more than I first realized. He lets me wipe him.down, caressing, rubbing into every crevice of his perfect adonis body.

“Thanks Jason…You’re a real mate.”  

“Anytime. I say, I’m as hard as he is. Feeling his amazing, hard body, coated in sticky mud is a fantasy I didn’t know I had, and I’ve had a lot of fantasies about Landry. Thank god my boner is hidden beneath my lab coat.  

BOOOM

It’s the loudest one yet. Every muscle in Landry’s body vibrates this time, his massive pecs, his powerful arms, and his cock wobbles back and forth like a high tempo metronome. The RV suddenly jolts, then bucks to the side. The T-Rex is pushing it. Does it know we’re in here? Another push. Landry quickly turns and rises up on his knees to peek out the window again. He has to straddle me to do this. His one eyed monster accidentally pokes me in the face. Another hard push on the RV, and I start to cry out in terror. Landry falls forward and my open mouth is suddenly stuffed with his dirty, wet, mud slicked monster. My scream is muffled by it. Landry, too caught up in what was happening, straightens up even more, pushing the beef stick even deeper into my mouth, filling it with its pulsing warmth. My eyes go cross as it taps the back of my throat. 

“I see it.” Landry whispers, still not noticing half his pink cucumber lodged deep in my face hole. “It’s testing the RV with its head!” Landry says. The RV starts to rock back and forth, Landry, still on his knees, stradling me, holds on to the window pane for dear life. Meanwhile I’m sitting between his legs.  With each rock of the RV, I’m getting skull fucked by his fleshy lead pipe, which by the way is wider the farther back it get to his balls. Another big buck of the RV thrust him forward, and his cock goes straight down my throat. My eyes water as I gag on his enormous member.I feel the thick vein that snakes up it ,pulses with blood.  The rocking finally stops. Landry stops moving, still completely unaware that I’m beneath him, in a horny daze,  his cock still clogging up my esophagus.

“It’s going away.” Landry says with relief and finally looks down. “OH shit!” He yelps, pulling his cock free and letting me breathe again. I gasp. LIke a cheese pizza, strings of my saliva pull away from my mouth and drip off my lips and his dick. “Shit. I’m so sorry mate. I didn’t realize my cock was in your mouth. All that dirt and mud on it. Must be right disgusting. I would be gagging too.” I don’t bother to correct him as I sit up, mouth still open, slouched in exhaustion. 

“Dammit. I’m harder than ever now.” he says, sitting back down next to me. I wipe my lips. 

“It’s okay Landry. I’m okay. Also look.” I open my jacket showing him my fully hard penis, sticking out the top of my speedo. It’s not anywhere near as big as his at around seven inches, which aint bad I might add, and it’s just as hard.

“I’m horny too.”

“Karen got you worked up too mate?”

“Something like that” I say. Despite the danger, I’m in horniness overload now. My cock is soaked in precum, my pussy hole is twitching, jealous it wasn’t getting stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey the way my throat was. “Look…mate. I think we need to do something about this..problem we’re having.” I say looking down at his cock, now actually quite clean after scrubbing itself on my tongue and tonsils. “We won’t survive if we’re horny all the time. We won’t be able to think straight and come up with a good survival plan until we relieve ourselves.

“I think you’re right…what should we do?” Landry says, his eyes pleading for an answer.

“Well…your dick was responding pretty well when it was in my mouth. You see that vein there coming up your shaft. It kept pulsing…that is a sign that suggests it wanted to release our semen.”
“Really? That’s surprising. I’m not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that…but it did seem to like stroking your mouth.” My heart leaps at his words and I’m suddenly thanking John Hammond. That bobble headed billionaire who left me and Landry behind.

“Let’s test it.” I grip his fat cock and begin to stroke it. It’s a LOOONG Stroke and Landry grunts in response, his face confused and unsure.

“Does this help?”
“It seems to be. Look. jizz is leaking out.”
“That’s good, Landry. Your cock just needs proper stimulation. It has nothing to do with being gay or straight. Trust me I know. I’m a man of Science.”
“Uhhhh…I think you’re right. It feels really good. Keep doing that.” 

“I’m going to need some help as well.” I say and pull down my speedo.” Landry looks apprehensive. “Remember Landry, this is for survival. You’re not gay, you’re helping your mate.”
“You’re right.” He says, nodding his head. “By the way mate, you got a nice fat one. I can say that right? I can compliment a guys dick?”
“Yes, and thanks.” I say. He takes hold of my cock, a curious look on his face. I immediately spasm, a jolt of pleasure going through me. I too have been pent up for two weeks. For Landry, the hot bubble butt Aussie with the Kangaroo size cock. We jerk each other off for a minute, his strokes strong and firm around my shaft. As I stroke, my hand is not  reaching all around his. 

“Try this. It helps me when I take a wank.” Landry says and starts massaging by balls. He’s surprisingly good at it, pressing his fingers right beneath each testicle, massaging the space between them. I moan. “Pretty nice right?” Landry said with a proud look on his dumb face. 

“Pretty good.” I say. He stops massaging my balls and leans back, still holding my chub. “Do it to me.”
“I’ve got a better Idea…you said your cock responded really well to my mouth, but that was in an uncontrolled, dangerous situation. My hypothesis is if I suck your penis with purpose,it will work much better in helping you ejaculate.”
“If you think so…okay go ahead.” Landry says. Thank god this man is dumber than the Dinosaurs. I lean down and touch the tip of his pink tip with my tongue. His precum is warm and a little salty. It tastes sooo good. I wrap my lips around the very top of the head, suckling the tip, sipping up the sticky juice. I know Landry wants to moan, but he stops himself. He squirms instead as my lips gently massage the warm exposed flesh. I lick my hand then glide it gently up and down his shaft. 

“God damn mate…that feel’s really fecking good.” He says, his head lulling back. I raise my head from his cock and continue the soft sensual strokes. With my other hand I give his fat, smooth balls a tight squeeze. He gasps and jumps.

“Ah…I see.” I say in a calm clinical way.

“See what.” He asks. He looks back down looking concerned. “Is there something wrong with my nuts?”

“They’re very swollen. Too swollen. The result of not ejaculating for a long period of time.” I tickle the red bulbs, they contract. “How long has it been?”

“I thought about wanking a lot, but between running for our lives and holding out for Karen I haven’t cum this entire two weeks.” I look at him surprised, no wonder his balls are so huge, red and swollen. Two weeks of milk are stored up in those coconuts, and his precum is dripping freely down his shaft.

“That’s not good, Landry. We have to relieve them. But we have to go slow. You can’t let it come out too quickly. It might cause permanent injury to your genitals.”
“Really? Wow…thanks mate. I thought I’d bust fast and get it over with. Good thing you’re here.”

“LIke I said. I’m a man of science. I understand these things. I can make sure you ejaculate safely. I put my tongue between his deeply defined V of obliques, the hair of his happy trail tickling it and go up his ripped abs, around his hard chest, soft pink nipples, and to his neck. 

“Wow man…you’re really good at this…I didn’t think a guy would be this good at this.” Landry moans. 

“I’m testing to see what causes the most stimulation to your penis.” I grip his cock, and continue working my tongue over his god-like muscle torso. 

“Oooh shit mate…ya. Bite my nips…fuck…” My tongue goes to his neck, then to his ear. I nibble. A nice hard throb from his dick expands in my hand. He moans.

 My tongue goes to his chin, then to his plump, wet lower lip. I taste it, then suck it. His cock makes a mighty throb then, somehow becomes harder in my hand.

“I think I found the best spot.” I whisper into his mouth. My lips push against his thick, soft pillows and spread it open. My tongue enters tasting his. He doesn’t resist. His cock reacts, getting harder and harder. He pushes in, shoving his tongue into my heavily salivating mouth, and grabs the back of my head, smashing us closer.

“MMMMUUUHH’ I groan, our tongues swirl around each other. His head moves back and forth, his lips working hard, smacking and sucking mine. I’m lost in the deep tongue kissing. He pushes me back, his strong arm caressing my chest, His lips wrap around my tongue and suck hungrily. He’s completely giving in to impulse, leaning into me, his monstrous cock throbbing and leaking against my stomach. We pull away, and without hesitation, he stands up,  grabs my head and thrust nearly all his cock into my mouth, filling it completely, Going straight down my throat.

“Oooohh god that feels so feking good. Take my fat cock. Take it.” My head is cupped in his hands as he moves it back and forth, I’m pushed back against the side of the bunk bed. Helpless as he thrusts again and again. My mouth is slathered in saliva, as my throat takes it. I finally push him away so I can breathe.

“Careful Landry.” I say wiping my mouth.

“Oh shit. Was I doing it wrong?” Landry says letting go of my head and backing away, his blue eyes falling.

“A little too fast.” I say, trying not to act like I’m in cock slut heaven. I look at his dangling horse cock and fat, bulging balls, hanging off his godly body. 

“I…I…”I gulp still a bit dazed before I continue. “I think it’s best if you let me do it in a way that’s safer for your penis.

I grab his hips and we turn so he’s against the bed and I’m on my knees in front of him. I push him down. God. It’s so girthy,and almost as long as my head. The shape of  a slightly deflated football.  I go straight to work. Spitting in my hand and dive mouth first onto his cock. LIke a hoover vacuum, I inhale his cock, vigorously suck up and down in a steady motion. I stroke and suck, stroke and suck, up and down, up and down. My other hand squeezes his balls tightly, I feel them retract, letting me know I’m doing a good job. loud slurps come with each rise of my head. 

“God almighty mate…keep doing that.” Landry groans. I plunge my head down it hits the back ofl my throat, the tingle of his salty precum tickling it.

“Aaaaaah Fuck yes! Deep throat that shit.”  My own cock leaking to the max, I start to stroke it hard and fast, pulses of pleasure flying through my body, and my rectum, which aches, Wanting to join in on the fun.

Landry is on his back, head back,  enjoying every minute of my cock worship. His eyes are closed.  My sphincter clenches, seeing its opportunity.

I stand up and straddle him. Before he knows what’s happening,  push my pussy hole down over his fat. I’m suddenly stricken by the sensation in my ass. I wasn’t ready for this. It goes so deep, widening my ass unlike anything as before. It’s painful, and yet it feels so damn good.

“FUUCKKK!!” I wail out. My entire body clenching including my tight hole on his fat dick. Landry’s body bucks, HIs eyes fly open.

“Uuuuuhhh…Feckin hell mate what are you doing?

“This is the best way to work the semen out of your testicals safely. My sphincter massaging your shaft is the most efficient thing available to make sure you ejaculate without injury. 

”…Why does this…your ass feels so feking good. So warm and tight.”

“That means it’s working properly..

I start to ride him, the walls of my ass expanding to limits I didn’t know were possible with each push past  my puckering pink barrier, and I’d been using extra big dildos for years. He grabs my hips and a loud growl comes from somewhere deep in his chest as i work my pussy hole on him. “You have…to take part if you wan… ngghhh…this to work…” The words struggle out of me as the wonderful feeling in my ass intensifies. “Start with fast, consistent thrusts…” WIth these words Landry starts to thrust hard and fast. Once again I”m not ready for it. 

“Yes! Yes!. OH god yes! Now think of karen. Work to get all that semen out.” My body is racked with pleasure as his cock slides up and down my anal canal, massaging every nerve. Next thing I know he sits up, grasps my torso and stands. I wrap my arms around his neck for dear life as he raises up and…OH God. He’s slamming so hard. We’re face to face. My legs are around his tense, flexing shoulders. His expression is a sweaty grimace of concentration. His big strong hands have me braced against him, HIs bulging, veiny biceps flexing, holding me up with ease, like this is nothing for him. . My pussy is assaulted again and again. Sending pulses of pain and pleasure up my ass. His cock is deep in me, but somehow, in my haze of lust, I know it can go deeper. We crash into the wall behind me. 

Yep, I was right. 

The moment my back hits the wall, his constrictor cock sinks in another inch. He grunts loudly, his crystal blue eyes staring intensely into mind. I open my mouth to cry out, but the sound is muffled as his lips smash into mine, and his tongue starts searching for my tongue. We moan into each other’s mouths as he pounds and pounds. 

“I’m getting close.” Landry growls, pulling away to get a breath from kissing. “I think I can cum but I have to…” He turns, and lays me back on the bed. I willingly let him throw me down and toss me around so my ass is facing him. I’m so ready for this. But little did I know.

His cock plunges in.

“GOOODD FUUCCK” I scream, hten it dies in my mouth as my eyes bulge, This is it. Now the monster is fully enter, and It’s hit the spot. My body erupts with spasms of pleasure. I cry out like the bitch slut that I am.

“Yes Daddy! Fuck me like a whore! Use me the way you wanted to use Karen!” He roars in response and goes to town on my slutty pussy with long thrusts, his entire cock going in and out, reaching my g-spot and making me scream like the bitch boy I am.. My own cock and balls react with delicious surges. I can feel the pent up juices in my nuts being pushed and pushed by my constricting sack, readying itself to release. then I feel it. The orgasm. My cock swells. Landry thrusts  and a squirt of cum leaks out my tip, and it’s way more than precum. 

“I”M- CUM-MING-I’M-CUM-MING.” I wail. Encouraged by this, he goes in harder, each hard merciless slam like pushing the handle on a water pump. causing semen to sprays from my cock, pushed out through my shaft with each powerful hit to my prostate. My body wilts, and I fall forward face first into the bed, unable to handle the wave of pleasure. Landry wraps his powerful arms around me and lifts me back up, his strong hands gripping my chest. My back is pushed hard against his ripped torso, his lips are right next to my ear. His hot breath on my neck and face, his deep, manly grunts right there. I’m dazed. My body has tapped out, so my cock takes over , sending surge after surge of goosebump making, body shaking thrills through me as he thrust again and again. I don’t recognize my own high pitch yelps. He’s destroying my wet pussy hole, pumping out two weeks of jizz from my dick that spurt out in long sticky ropes, splashing across the bed. I feel his cock expand in my ass, squeezing my anal cavity even wider, if that were even possible. 

“Now’s the time…Cum in my ass. Now’s the time…” The words are barely coming out of me. I’m nearly spent,  but he hears it. The true hammering commences. I can’t make noises now, I just clench my eyes shut, and grit my teeth, as his grunt slowly transforms into a long growl that gets louder and louder. My cock still leaks cum, but now it’s limp and flops around madly . I’ve never been fucked like this, and it’s pure ecstasy.

The growl becomes louder and louder in my ear, becoming a full chested roar. His man juice suddenly burst in, filling every space of my anal cavity with its creamy warmth.

“NNNGGGUUUUHHH” Landry roars. His grip on my body tightens into a bear hug. Smashing  me in his hard, powerful, bulging muscles. His nails dig into my chest, his body shakes. The roar reverberates out his chest into my body. Landy’s milky spunk runs out of room and squirts out past his monster and out my ass, I hear it splat to the floor. It runs down my ass and legs. His body bucks against mine. I’ve managed to find my voice. All I can do is shout out “Yes! Yes” with each spasm, and every new gush of cum in my pussy. The roar becomes deep throaty grunts and I know he wont’ stop slamming my hole until every last drop has emptied from his massive balls. I’m a rag doll in his big hands now. A wet, sticky, used up rag doll. And I’m loving every second of it.

We finally drop together on the cum soaked bed, his body crushing down on me. His softening cock still sits inside my hole, pulsing as the last vestiges of his cum oozes out. 

We lay there for a long moment, breathing hard, exhausted, basking in the sweet haze of post sex. His strong arms keep hold of me, his hot breath passes down my neck and back as he buries his head in my wet hair,

“Good job Landry…” I say softly. “Because of you, we’re going to be able to survi-.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, a loud noise, somewhere between a bark and a squawk erupts into the room. We jump up from the bed. My heart leaps with terror. My entire body is  immediately covered in shivers as dread  and horror takes over. 

Standing at the front of the RV is A Velociraptor, its sharp teeth bared, eyeballing us hungrily, and completely blocking our escape.

“I…think we were a little too loud.” I say to Landry. He nods slowly, terror filling his face.

“Well…at least my balls aren’t in pain anymore.” He says. 

“Right…” I say shaking with both fear and involuntary post orgasm spasms. “SIlver lining.”

Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons. All characters are 18 or older.

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My mom and dad divorced when I was in high school. It didn’t come as any shock to me. Mom had caught him wearing her clothes a couple times. I even caught him once. I actually thought he was hot dressed like a woman. She had enough and they got a divorce. 

Dad had a small book store down in the city. Mostly used and out of print books. He made a small living from it. Dad was 43 and he still loved to dress like a woman. I guess he hung around with other guys like him, but I wasn’t one to judge. I worked for a local gangster, running numbers. 

I had been doing it since I was 18 after high school. I’m 19 and close to 20, and had other ideas. I wanted to run that book store and have my dad work for me. The problem was, he didn’t want anything to do with me or mom. He made that clear. I went to see Mister Calero.

“You been a good runner for me, David. I never had to worry about you. Dependable and honest. I reward people like that. You want to go in business with your old man, you go. If it don’t work, you always got a job here.

I smiled at him.

“I appreciate that, mister Calero. But, there is a favor I need to ask.”

The burglars showed dad no mercy when the broke in his apartment. He was alone, dressed up in women’s cloths and watching television. He did everything they asked, even showing them where all the valuables were. He hoped that would make them leave quicker. They decided to stay and have some fun with him. 

They gagged his mouth, tied his arms behind his back and stripped him. They made him do some humiliating things, including sucking their cocks, spanking his ass and forcing him to jerk off in front of them. It was a long and humiliating night for dad. I found him naked and on the floor when I came in.

I saw his ass was still dripping cum and so was his cock. His face was even covered with it. His ripped up clothes were scattered on the floor, but he still had a blonde wig on. He saw it was me and I could see the humiliation in his face. I sat down on the sofa and looked at him.

“We need to talk about our future together. I’ve learned a few things from mister Calero. I’m going to run the book store and you work for me. “

I could tell dad was not happy to hear that. I had him in a helpless situation and I was going to take advantage of it. Not that dad was an aggressive guy, actually he was more of submissive guy. Mom was always the strong one. She ran the house and everything in it. Including dad.

From the very first time I saw dad dressed up like a woman, I thought about seeing him naked. He is not an ugly man by any means. He wasn’t tall, but he was always nice and trim. Very sexy looking in mom’s clothing. I noticed his whole body was shaved, which looked really sexy.

I knew I was going to have to show dad I was not some little sniveling kid, but a man who was going to be in control. Dad and me got to know each other very well that weekend. I didn’t fuck him then, although I really wanted to. 

I just wanted to weaken him enough that he would submit to my running the shop. I just played with him that night and all day Sunday. I made suck my cock 5 or 6 times. I made him do it in front of the mirror on the closet door.

To my surprise, every time he did, his cock got hard. I led him around the apartment on a collar and leash. I would also jerk him off from time to time. By Sunday evening, he was modeling clothes and stripping them back off for me.

I never told him the 2 burglars were guys that worked for mister Calero and they didn’t steal anything. They gave it all back to me. I told dad I was going to live in the apartment with him. He didn’t really have a say in it, but he said he was happy to have me there after the break in.

    

I took over the running of the book store and I told dad he would wear women’s clothing at the store all the time. I thing dad always wanted to dress like a woman in the store, but was afraid to. Now, he was forced to wear women’s clothing at the store and he seemed happy about it. Dad’s name was Paul, so we made a name tag for him that said Paula.

I noticed a few more crossdressers coming into the store. Some of them were really hat, but others you could tell they were men. There was this guy that liked dad and he would come in everyday to see him. One day I saw him in the back isle with his hand up dad’s skirt. They saw me and quickly moved on, but it got me to thinking.

If there were more guys like him, maybe I could make some money prostituting dad in the back room. Suck a few cocks, maybe a few quick fucks a day. I was going to give that some serious thought. I could supplement the store’s income with that arraignment.  

I told dad to go buy some sexy clothes. Black Skirts that are about 6 inches or more above the knee. Some crotchless black fishnet stockings, a black fishnet top and a couple of nice looking wigs. The high heels I left up to him. That night, I made him show me what he got. The black leather dress was hot.

I ordered him over to my chair. I slid my hand up the skirt to his cock and balls.

“Turn around.”

I slid my hand over his smooth, round ass and down his inner thigh. I knew what dad wanted to hear.

“Dad, you’re a real knock out!”

It was the first time I really saw him smile. I patted him on the ass.

“Who’s that guy that comes in to see you all the time? The one that had his hand up your dress.”

Dad chuckled as he smiled.

“That Martin.”

I leaned forward in the chair.

“And, what does Martin want, besides a free feel?”

Dad shook his head.

“Oh, nothing really. I’ve known him for some time now. We met at the club.”

“Did you suck each others cock?”

Dad slowly nodded. I could tell he was embarrassed.

“Yes, a few times. But, nothing else.”

I took another swallow of my beer.

“From now on it’s, no free feels. $20 dollars for a blowjob and $100 dollars for a fuck!”

Dad stepped back with his mouth open.

“That’s, it’s prostitution. I can’t do that!”

I smiled at him.

“No, it’s called servicing the customer. All the big stores do it. They supply the customer with every thing he wants.”   

Dad shook his head.

“David, I can’t do this. I won’t do it. We could go to jail!”

I quickly reached up between his legs and grabbed him by the balls. He gave out a yelp and tried to close his legs.

“I run the store, not you. I’ll tell you what you’re going to do and what you’re not going to do! UNDERSTAND ME!”

He quickly nodded his head and I released my grip on his balls. That night, I thought I better show him just what his place was. I tied him up and gave his ass a hard spanking. I fucked him twice on the floor, then jacked him off as hard as I could. I let him suck my cock in the shower before bed.

The next day, Paula was dressed in sexy cloths. He was sorting books on the shelves while I watched. He was wearing red panties, because they showed every time he reached above his head. Late morning, I saw Martin come in. I met him half way and told him what the deal was. He smiled and pulled his wallet out.

“I’ll pay 20 dollars to suck her cock any day.”

I walked over and slapped dad on the ass.

“Martin paid to suck your cock. Use the back room and don’t take all day.”

Our side business was off and running. Even though dad pretended to be reluctant, I could tell he didn’t mind getting his cock sucked in the morning. He came up to me.

“I think I should be able to have a say in who I pick and what I do with them.”

I quickly took him into the back room and cuffed his hands behind his back. I yanked off his skirt, his panties and top. I led him back out to the center of the store and told him to stand there. Just in his high heels, crotchless stockings and nothing else.

It didn’t take long for dad to change his attitude. He was ready to do whatever I said by 1:30. I thing all the pulling, poking, prodding and slapping, quickly changed his mind. The first week we made $460 dollars. That night, I had a talk with him.
 
“Lose the panties and bend over more. Oh, when you get through sucking cock, put more red lipstick on.”

Truthfully, I thought turning dad into a whore, would have been harder than that. I could tell he loved all the attention. I think deep down dad was always a slut, but afraid to admit it.

The book store sales were going up, especially on Wednesdays. That was the day I turned dad into the naked cashier. I’m not sure where our business will go from here, but we’re both enjoying it.

END.  

“I’m gonna need to see his ID,” the clerk behind the counter said when I strolled into the bookstore with mom and Gary. Feeling a sweeping sense of pride at being able to prove my age, and a bit of indignation that he didn’t believe mom and Gary that I was 19, I gave him my ID card. He looked it over, front and back, then he gave me an appraising look. Finally, he handed my card back and said, “You’re good.”

With that, mom put her hand on the small of my back and walked with me through the store. Right away, I spotted a display of anal toys that caught my attention. Almost as if I were in a trance, I made my way to the shelving unit and let my eyes scan the goodies that seemed to be tailor made for my bubble butt.

There were so many toys! Butt plugs of all shapes and sizes! Giant dildos and vibrators! Even self thrusting dildos and plugs! Right away, my ass started to quiver and I knew I needed to own ALL of these toys someday.

“Do you see something you like?” mom asked, and I nodded with a mesmerized grin.

With a catch in my voice, I blurted out, “Everything.”

I heard Gary stifling a snort while mom rubbed my back and said, “Take your time, buddy. Pick out a few things and take it to the counter so Gary can pay for them. I’m going over to the DVD section so you can have some privacy, okay?”

“Thanks mama,” I cooed, my voice husky.

With my eyes still scanning the plethora of yummy anal toys in front of me, I set my sights on a purple vibrating plug. The words Anal Stretcher were printed in big blue lettering on the outside of the plastic case, and just reading them sent a jolt through me. I took it off the shelf to get a closer look – it was massive! The dimensions were printed on the back of the case – 6”x 3”x 8” – I had to have it! I looked at the price tag and blushed when I realized it was $30, but Gary gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

“You want this one?” he asked, and I nodded without taking my eyes off of it. “We’ll get it for you.”

“I’ll just get this one then,” I compromised, and he scoffed.

“Pick a couple more things out, Casey,” he urged me. “Don’t worry about what it costs, okay?”

I gave him a grateful smile and nodded, then I set my sights on a long, thick dildo. There was no way I’d get the whole thing up my butt – it was 17 inches long! But it was lined with tentacles. The tip was thin, but it gained thickness on the way down the shaft. The base was massive! I picked it up with a blush and saw the price tag, then I swiftly put it back.

“You don’t want that one?” he asked me, and I shrugged longingly. “It’s pretty big, but as long as you won’t hurt yourself with it, you should get it.”

“You mean it?” I asked hopefully, and he nodded. With an excited gasp, I grabbed it off the shelf and handed it to him for safe keeping while I looked for a thrusting dildo.

It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. On the opposite shelf sat a 9 inch, realistic looking dildo. It had all the contours of a big, veiny dick, and I was enamored with it. The outside of the package said “Booty Pleaser” on it, and I wanted it bad!

But right beside it sat a vibrating, pride colored dildo that was thinner and shorter. My eyes were switching back and forth between the two, trying to decide which one I wanted. Finally, I went with the Booty Pleaser, promising myself that I’d find my way back to the bookstore as soon as possible so I could get the pride colored dildo. Maybe I could give dad a puppy dog look and he’d bring me out to Waverly. Or maybe I could go online and find one that could be shipped to the trailer.

Gary handed me my goodies and we walked to the counter to check out. While we were at the register, I spotted a display box with pride bracelets in them. Without a word, my stepdad took one out of the box and put it in the pile, then he set a bottle of anal lube on the counter and paid for everything. When the clerk put my stuff in a black plastic bag and handed it to Gary, I smiled sweetly and said, “Thanks.”

“Go put your loot in the car while I check on mom, then we’ll head over to 7-11,” Gary said, then he slipped my bracelet onto my wrist and handed me the keys. “You gonna drive us back to Yorktown?”

I blushed and shook my head no, then I put my bag on the floorboard in the back seat. While I was waiting for mom and Gary to emerge from the bookstore, a cute biker walked by and smiled at me. I smiled back, then I saw him fix his gaze on my bracelet. I bit my lower lip and instinctively arched my back as he made his way to the entrance of the bookstore. Just as he opened the door, he stepped to the side to let mom and Gary walk past him.

Crap.

“Did you put your stuff away, kiddo?” Gary blurted out, and the biker gave me a panicked look before turning into the store.

With a sigh of resignation, I nodded and handed him the keys so I could follow my mom into 7-11. Gary joined us in the store and we each grabbed a soda and some candy for the ride back. We got in the car while I looked longingly at the bookstore, wondering if the biker was still inside. As we were backing out, Gary said, “Check your bag, kiddo. Let’s make sure you didn’t leave anything behind.”

A little confused, I picked up the bag and rifled through it. That’s when I spotted it – the pride colored dildo! Gary and mom must have gotten it for me while I was putting my stuff away. I gasped and whipped my head up, beaming from ear to ear.

“Thanks mama, thanks Gary!” I exclaimed, taking it out of the bag and turning it over so I could get a good look at it. “I love you!”

“We love you too, buddy,” mom said, smiling at me in the visor mirror as we pulled out of the parking lot. “When we get home, take your stuff to your bedroom and close the door, okay?”

“I promise,” I said shyly, putting my dildo away so I could text dad and tell him about my haul. 

—–

I fell asleep on the way home from the bookstore. I’m not even sure how – my mind was racing in anticipation of trying out all of my new toys as soon as we got back to the apartment. I could feel my anus shivering so hard it felt like it was sweating from the inside. Mom and Gary hotboxed the car as soon as we were off the main highway, but in my haze of horny pleasure, I paid it no mind. But as I was contemplating which toy I planned to use first, I found myself fast asleep with my head resting against the window.

When we got home, I was awakened by the sound of mom and Gary talking.

“Looks like he’s still sleeping,” he said as I shifted a little.

“He’s wiped out,” mom said. “You might have to help him get inside.”

With that, they opened their doors and I started to blink. It wasn’t dark out, but the sun was starting to set and there was a late afternoon shadow from the apartment building that was cast over the parking lot. Gary opened my door and softly said, “Hey buddy, you waking up?”

“Yeah,” I yawned, then I felt him un-click my seatbelt.

“That’s a good thing, because I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you anymore,” he said ruffling my sweaty hair. “You were sleeping like a log, bud.”

I gave him a sleepy smile, and with a groggy voice I countered, “You’re still strong enough.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, grabbing my bag from the floorboard with one hand and taking my hand with the other. When I nodded, he said, “You damn near broke my back the last time I had to carry you inside. And that was years ago.”

With that, I got out and wrapped my arms around him for support while we walked to the door.

“But you’re stronger now,” I reminded him, and he kissed me on top of the head. “Gary?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Thanks for today.”

“You’re welcome, Casey,” he said quietly. “I hope you’re having a nice weekend.”

“I am,” I yawned again. “Gary?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it okay if I go see Riley later?” I asked sleepily.

“Sure bud,” he said. “You gonna spend a little time in your room with your new toys first?”

I nodded with a smile and he booped my nose with the end of his finger, then he handed me my bag of toys so I could hurry to my room and try them all out.

As soon as I was alone, I dumped all my toys out and carefully unboxed them. I thought about making a video so I could watch it with dad when I got home, but I didn’t have the patience to stage my phone. So instead, I took each toy out and carefully laid them side by side on my desk, then I snapped a few pics and sent them to dad on WhatsApp. Then I lowered my pants and opened the anal lube that Gary bought me.

I was so excited to take all my toys for a spin that I wasn’t sure where to start. Finally, I decided to slide my pride colored dildo up my butt first. It came with two C batteries in the package, so I popped them in and turned it on. Then I poured some lube over the tip and pressed it up to my anal lips. When they bloomed, the vibrator slipped in and my horny bubble butt swallowed it whole.

It felt so good!

I stood in front of my desk with my feet spread and my back arched, crudely fucking myself in the ass with the yummy phallic toy while my toes curled. It was the first time I’d ever felt a vibrator in my hole, and the feeling was euphoric. As I continued to rail myself with it, I could feel my little boner sizzle and pulse while a long strand of precum hung off the tip.

My eyes started to flutter and my toes dug into the soles of my shoes, then I moaned hotly and a burst of orgasmic energy wrapped itself around my body. My anus began to spasm from the pleasure while little flashes of light danced in front of my face. I moaned one more time, then my asshole closed tight and forced the dildo from its confines with a moist, audible squelch.

When I realized what happened, I planted my hands down on the desktop with the dildo resting under my right palm. I bit my lower lip and took a few breaths, then I turned it off and brought it to my nose. I took a deep, delicious whiff of my slutty boy pussy, then I slipped it into my mouth and washed it around, disregarding the flavor of anal lube and silicone that was mixed with my juices.

While I was still sucking the flavors of my ultimate ecstasy from the dildo, I grabbed the realistic looking, self thrusting dildo and looked it over. The package said Booty Pleaser, and I wanted my booty pleasured again. But it needed to charge so I could feel it thrust inside me. Unable to wait, I simply took it to my bed and mounted it anyway. I held it in place with my left hand and lined it up to the entrance of my poop chute, then I lowered myself onto it and felt my eyes roll back in my head. It felt even better than my Pride colored dildo!

Eager to take it for a proper spin, I used my thighs to ride up and down. The sensations were decadent – long, shivering waves of sinful pleasure rolled through my frame at what felt like a steady pace at first. Then they picked up steam and the stimulus was more than I was expecting, shooting through my body through all four limbs and up my back. I unconsciously slid my hands up my thighs to my nipples, giving them both a firm pinch that sent a chaotic band of frisson down my torso. I felt it engulf my midsection, then I lost track of time and let myself get carried away while a deep heat pulsed through my taint and wrapped itself around my bottom-sized bits.

And with that, I realized that I could fall in love with an inanimate object! I pinched down on my nips and let out a long, whorish moan that emanated in my tummy and echoed off the walls of my room. My throbbing rectum was clamping down around the long dildo, trying to expel it, but the end was lodged against the puddle of blankets under me so I was able to continue my luscious ride. Every thrust felt like it was kicking off its own climax inside me, adding layers to my orgasmic inferno as I rode harder and harder. The molded veins and the realistic helmet were catching all of my pleasure receptors on the way in, and on the way back out, while my prostate took the brunt of the friction with gusto.

I let out another guttural moan, then I gave in to my exhaustion and raised my hips far enough for the dildo to shoot out of me and tumble to the bed. With a glazed over smile on my face, I fell to my pillow and rolled onto my back with my legs spread wide and my asshole still experiencing contractions. With the room still spinning, I felt around for my new plastic lover until I had him in my grip. I pressed the tip up to my winking hole and tried to push it back in, but my spent boycunt resisted.

So instead, I brought my new boyfriend to my face and licked him up and down, then I slipped my mouth over the head and sucked him with a satisfied smile.

While I was laying in my bed, basking in the afterglow of the most incredible anal orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life, I let my head fall to the left and saw that I had two more toys I hadn’t tried yet. One was my extra large tentacle dildo and the other was my butt plug. With my eyes half opened, I tried to muster the will to get out of bed. But the post-orgasmic sizzle that had gripped me was so powerful that I just couldn’t bring myself to get up. So instead, I locked my fingertips behind my head and sighed with relief, wondering if the best was yet to cum. 🏳️‍🌈

—–

Night had fallen and I knew I was taking a chance by heading out to get myself laid in the dark. But I’d made plans to meet my grindr hookup from the day before behind the movie theater. So with my ass lubed up and my new plug in place, I told mom I was “going for another walk” and hurried across the street. I’d almost forgotten about him while I was sampling my new toys. I got about half of my biggest dildo up my ass before I had to tap out. But it felt incredible!

The tentacles that lined it made quick work of my boypussy.

After I recovered from my earlier ecstasy, I thought I’d take it for a quick ride. I just wanted to see how much I could fit inside me. I got about 8 ½ inches in me before the thickness started to get uncomfortable. Instead of pressing my luck, I treated myself to what I thought would be a sample run. Instead, the tentacles worked their magic against my rectal walls and the naughty friction brought my hole off in under a minute.

Once I cooled off, I slid my butt plug inside and turned it on so it would vibrate. I cooed right away, loving how it felt to be filled up with a vibrating toy. With a hiss, I walked around my room naked, taking the time to let my hips sway sensually while the plug shifted in my ass. I spread my ass cheeks in front of the mirror and checked out my stuffed hole, and loved it! When I let them close, I hopped on Grindr and messaged my anonymous top from the day before. When he agreed to meet, I hurriedly hiked my pants so I could get out the door to see him with my plug lodged up my butt.

When I walked out of my room, my hips were swinging gayly from side to side but I didn’t care at all. I loved having my ass filled while I walked around, and I wanted to let everyone know how sensual I was feeling. When I approached mom to let her know I was leaving, my ass was on fire and my voice was husky with desire.

“I’m going for another walk,” I said with a noticeable break in my voice.

“Are you seeing a friend?” mom asked, and I was too horny to do anything but nod my head. “Are you visiting Riley?”

This time I shook my head no, gulping hard as bursts of horny endorphins erupted all over my body.

“I’m seeing someone else,” I admitted, then I studied her expression as she came to the realization that I was seeing a stranger for sex. Then, for some reason, I blurted out, “I’m going across the street.”

She sighed with a look of resignation.

“Please be careful, buddy,” she urged me, then she patted my hungry rump and motioned with her head to the front door.

When I arrived, he was waiting for me. As I approached, I could see the cherry on his cigarette burning bright from the long drag he was taking from it. When we were face to face, he leaned in and planted a rough kiss on my mouth while I hastily unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down. While our tongues were still dueling, he reached out and fondled my bottom-bits, wrapping his fist around it and giving it a squeeze before we let our tongues disengage.

In a hurry to get myself fucked in the ass, I reached back and pulled my plug out. The wet suction was audible as it emerged from my anus, and I once again felt a thrill as I contemplated that sound ringing out every time I removed it. With my plug in my fist, I held onto the dumpster and spread my feet. My lover kicked the insides of my shoes so I’d spread them a little more, then he gripped my hips and slid his hard dick up my easy-access chute. I moaned hotly as the sizzle of a real cock excited my senses, then he started thrusting and I moaned again.

“It feels so good,” I whispered to him, then I felt his fingertips digging harder into my waist and his thrusting picked up speed.

“Yeah?” he panted, and I nodded. “I’m about to bust my load.”

“Do it,” I hissed, then his hips sped up again and I felt the unmistakable heat of anal intercourse fill my asshole to the brim until he froze inside me and planted his load.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed loudly, throwing his head back while I ground my ass back against his pubic mane. “God dammit, your ass is so fucking tight!”

With that, he rubbed up and down my spinal column while his cock continued to throb inside me. He planted a kiss on the nape of my neck, then he pulled out and his seed poured from my gaped, throbbing hole while I grinned over my shoulder at him. He smiled back, then he reached out and mussed my hair.

Before I dropped to my knees to suck him clean, I pushed my plug back up my ass and turned it on. When it started to vibrate, I lustily sucked my anonymous lover’s package with a grateful smile on my face while he ran his fingertips through my sweaty hair and pulled air through his teeth.

When he zipped up, we shared a kiss on the lips, then I hiked my pants and sauntered back to the apartment complex.

Ricky sat in the biggest office he’d ever seen, looking out over the most unbelievable campus in the world. Huge mansions, towers and gardens past the window. He couldn’t believe this place existed. 

When he’d wandered in, after weeks of searching, and crashing with strangers, he’d finally made it. The journey hadn’t been so bad; the men he crashed and hitchhiked with all begged him to stay, so long as they could keep taking his loads. And they fed him as best as he could, but still, it wasn’t enough for a growing boy of 250 pounds. 

Ricky had always been the biggest person around, especially in the small village he came from, where he towered over the other boys in the locker room, and where it was revealed, early on, that his dick was double the size of nearly every other one he saw. But this place was different. For the first time in his life, Ricky felt small. 

It was an Alpha academy, where alphas come to properly develop. All the students and masters were Alphas; the servants were ordinary humans. He was given a tour before meeting the headmaster. The doorframes were wider and higher. The gym took up an entire building, with weights in the thousands. The other students were…unbelievable. They were all massive, they easily surpassed 300 pounds. They played sports in the fields, all wearing perfectly sleek stretch fabric which hugged their freakish thighs and lats. The outline of their hard cocks, which measured up to his, clearly shone in every garment. As ever, Benji wore torn clothing; his wide neck had inevitably ripped the collar of his shirt; his biceps had broken the arm lining; the jeans were tattered from the moment he sat down and his ass burst through them. He felt dirty, disheveled, embarrassed to be seen around such paragons.

It didn’t take long to sort out the masters. They were teachers, instructors, grown Alpha men, and they looked like gods. Ricky had never seen anything like this; they were fully of another species. He’d never seen 400 pounds of muscle on a man, and now there were several, in suits and cardigans, wearing glasses which only accentuated their square jaws and perfectly structured faces. Ricky blushed as his hardon surged in agony, popping out of his jeans. 

His guide, a boy his age just over 18 but with at least 50 pounds more of muscle, smiled at him. “Why don’t you go rub that one out in the bathroom,” he said, “then the headmaster will be waiting for you.” Ricky nodded, mortified. 

Two other boys were in the bathroom, both giants, one even taller than Ricky. They appeared to be pissing in the same urinal, some sort of mechanized trough. He got closer and saw them, each gripping and stroking. They weren’t pissing. “Come join us,” one of them said, grinning. “Don’t waste it.”

He walked up, feeling shy for the first time ever. The boys were perfect, their dicks beautiful, massive. They let him come between them, and both put hands around his wide back and traps. The three came in unison, buckets of cum firing down. It all landed in the trough, which, with a strange suction effect, instantly drained it down below.

Ricky was obviously stunned. “You new here?” One said. “We can’t just waste our loads, they’re valuable. We conserve them.”

Valuable? What did he mean? How many times had Ricky cum: twenty times a day? He’d never thought of any of it valuable, save for the many women he’d gotten pregnant. What could that possibly mean? 

Ricky made his way to the headmaster’s office and knocked. “Come in,” he heard a deep, raspy voice say. It was a grand room, with a desk, couches and a roaring fireplace, and a view of the commons outside. By the fire stood a sight beyond Ricky’s imagination. 

He was the biggest man Ricky had ever seen, something beyond human, bigger than all the students he’d seen so far, who had already blown his mind. He must have been 6’6, and broader than a car. He was in his 40s, perhaps, and mesmerizing to look at. His mahogany skin glistened, his iron jaw and thick ruby lips had Ricky in a trance, and, of course, his physique, which made Ricky look like a little boy, pushed his stretch jumpsuit to the limit. How could thighs that wide be real, or shoulders that perfectly round? And, of course, there was the unmistakable outline of the thickest, longest erection Ricky had ever seen. 

“Ricky,” the man said, approaching him with a smile. “Come here,” he said, with open arms. Ricky approached him, nervous. He wrapped Ricky in an enormous bear hug, and Ricky felt as though he were being crushed alive in a compression of muscle. His chest and biceps alone could break through him. And that cock, the heat of it was searing through the spandex…Ricky could feel the wet pre-cum soaking onto his own clothes. 

The older man grabbed Ricky’s neck and looked into his eyes. Ricky felt himself melting; he’d do anything he was told. The older man planted his lips on Ricky’s, and they were easily the thickest he’d ever tasted. He was rough, shoving his tongue down Ricky’s throat, and Ricky felt his own painful hard-on rub up against the other. “Feel how hard you’ve made me?” he said to Ricky. They parted. He motioned to Ricky to take a seat by the fire. 

“I’ll let you suck my cock in a moment,” he said. “But first, I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Rollo. I’m the headmaster of this institution. And from now on, I’ll be your master. How would you like that?” 

Ricky nodded. He couldn’t believe what was happening, that a man like this even existed. 

“They tell me you were born to a human mother, and didn’t even know you were an alpha?”

“To be honest,” Ricky stammered, “you’re the first adult alpha I’ve ever met.”

“Fascinating,” Rollo said, his eyes investigating Ricky, as he rubbed his hard-on. “What do you know about alpha culture?”

“Not much,” Ricky said. “It’s why I’ve come here.”

“You’re going to be staying with us for a while,” Rollo said. “Of course, you’re already 17, and most boys your age here will already be publishing their first PhD, with about a hundred pounds of muscle on you and millions in the bank, ready to head out into the world. So you’ll be grouped with some of the younger boys, around age 14, who are at your size.”

“At my size, already?” 

“From what I can tell, you’ve had to eat and cohabitate with humans. You must have been starving, unstimulated…and undersexed. Here, you’ll be able to eat the way we do…around 10,000 calories a day…all sustainable, lab-grown meat, of course…expand the potential of your vast brain, and, I’m guessing, most pressingly for you…you’ll learn how to fuck like an alpha, and be fucked by alphas.”

Ricky couldn’t believe it. He didn’t care, suddenly, if he had to be held back. It was like everything he’d ever wanted had just been given to him. 

“We’ll have to fit you with some clothes, stretch fabric so you won’t keep breaking out of those tatty rags. And we’ll have to break you in.”

Rollo stood up and came right in front of Ricky. His erection was massive and commanded all of Ricky’s attention, as he brought it up to the young man’s face. With a swift movement, obviously a part of the design of his uniform, he ripped the buckle off his crotch and pulled out the most beautiful, enormous cock Ricky had ever seen. The tip of it alone was a summit, and the shift could be held with four of those gigantic hands. 

“Kiss it,” Rollo rasped, and Ricky did so, feeling an electric surge as his pouty lips made contact with his master’s puffy head. 

“Because you’re new, and so underdeveloped, the other boys are probably going to rape you,” Rollo said. “So before we let that happen, you’re going to spend the night with me, and then a few of the other masters. Now, open your mouth and take it in, that’s a good boy. We’ll teach you how to receive a real man. Take it, spread your lips open all the way, let me dig into your throat, good little cocksucker. You won’t have to hold back here, you’ll be able to fuck the other boys as hard as you can. I can see you’re rubbing your own dick, that’s good, turn yourself on while I fuck your face. You’ve never had a man this big, have you? You’re going to have the time of your life, don’t worry. And make sure to drink as much alpha cum as you can, it has special properties and will help with your physical development. You’re only what, 250 pounds? You’re like a toy. We’ll have your roommate pump you an extra cup with your first breakfast every morning. Now, I’m going to fuck your face harder.”

Ricky had tears streaming down his eyes, he thought he’d choke at any minute, but, shockingly, he had no gag reflex. It was like he was made for this. With focused thrusts, his new master slammed his waist into Ricky’s mouth, one firm hand gripping the curls of Ricky’s head to hold it in place. Ricky was melting, he couldn’t take it anymore, and just as he felt an orgasm rush through his own body and burst down his shorn jeans, Rollo growled and released an unending stream down Ricky’s throat. Ricky grabbed onto Rollo’s freakish glutes, wanting to take in every drop, believing his master’s promise that this cum would make him grow. 

Rollo pulled out, smeared his dick over Ricky’s face, dousing him in hot, gooey cum. Then, he smacked Ricky, hard, and planted a kiss on his cum-stained lips. 

“I have work to do. Go get fitted and fed. I’ll have you in my private apartments tonight.”

In a luxurious hotel room overlooking the glittering skyline of Dubai, Alex sat on the plush sofa, sipping a glass of red wine. He had come to this dazzling city for work but found himself overwhelmed by the allure of its nightlife. After a few days exploring the vibrant scenes and opulent establishments, he decided to satiate his curiosity in a different way.

Searching through RentMen, Hunq’z and Jock2Go, Alex discreetly arranged to meet a young man named Frank. With promises of adventure and desire, they set a time for the meeting, knowing that this would be a night unlike any other.

When Frank arrived, he exuded an effortless charisma. His dreadlocked hair fell perfectly over his forehead, and his warm smile was inviting. The room was thick with an electric tension as they exchanged pleasantries that quickly evolved into whispers of promises.

Their initial connection was filled with passion and laughter as they explored one another’s bodies and desires. The intimacy they shared was raw and exhilarating, but it came with an unexpected twist. After satisfying Alex’s request for a mouthful of cum, Frank pulled away, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning in for a soft kiss before disappearing into the night.

Alex, somewhat bewildered, found himself alone, left with the lingering taste of their encounter and a curiosity about where Frank had gone. As the minutes turned into an hour, he felt a mixture of excitement and longing. When Frank finally returned, his demeanor was different—charged with stories and adventures yet to be shared.

“I just had the most incredible experience,” Frank said, his eyes sparkling. He described his escapades with another client, r an exhilarating tale that left Alex hanging on every word. It was as if Frank became a painter, using their shared experiences as vibrant colors upon a canvas of their new friendship.

As their meetings continued over the following weeks, a unique bond formed between them. What began as a transactional arrangement blossomed into a friendship defined by trust, laughter, and shared moments of passion. Frank’s escapades during his brief absences became not just stories of lovemaking but explorations of human connection, glimmers of the complexities of life in Dubai as he met people from different walks of life.

Their time together became a blend of physical intimacy and genuine camaraderie. With every return, Frank brought back pieces of the city’s culture, stories of wild parties, and intimate encounters, which left Alex both enchanted and yearning for more.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Frank confided one evening after an intense session, his head resting against Alex’s shoulder. The vulnerability in his voice stirred something deep within Alex, cementing their connection further.

But as their friendship deepened, so did the nature of their encounters. They learned to communicate what they desired—not just physically, but emotionally. Alex started to see Frank not just as a lover but as someone he looked forward to seeing, someone who had become a crucial part of his life in this foreign city.

One evening, after a particularly passionate night, Frank revealed, “I won’t always be here, Alex. I have clients, a life, a world beyond this room.” His words held weight, but Alex felt a surge of determination rise within him. “I know, but when you’re here, let’s savor every moment. Let’s make it count.”

And so they did. Their encounters became a wilderness of exploration. Each time Frank returned after a rendezvous, the tales of his escapades flowed freely, no longer just stories but woven into the fabric of their friendship and lived out in their own sexual escapades. They laughed together, sometimes even questioning the nature of their arrangement but never shying away from the chemistry that sizzled between them.

As time passed, Alex understood that his heart raced not just for the physical aspect of their encounters but for the man behind the moniker. Their friendship had formed its own identity. A blend of passion, tales, laughter, and an unspoken bond that overshadowed the initial arrangement.

Eventually, Alex knew that no matter where their paths led, the experiences they shared in that luxurious hotel room would always be a cherished memory—a whimsical saga of unexpected friendship forged in one of the most wondrous cities of the world.