Author: admin

  • Hazing

    Kyle was puffing as he did the last circuit of the track. His eyes were hurting from the sweat that was dripping across and his lungs were burning from all the exertion. Despite all that he felt not too bad, given it was his first day of football practise. Then too, he was lucky to have Billy jogging in front of him. That alone, made it all worth while.

    They were both Seniors and while he had celebrated his eighteenth birthday months ago, Billy had just had his not even two weeks ago. Yet this was his first football practise, and Billy was the star of the team. He had been playing ever since Kyle could recall, and was why he had been so determined over the summer to get in shape and actually try out for the team.

    The idea of being in the same locker room as Billy had made many of his nights wet. Billy was your typical small town teenager. His family weren’t wealthy, didn’t have glorified jobs or positions. They were simple country people, who worked their farm as best as they could. Looking at Billy, you could tell that he worked the farm as well. No easy life for him, as his body rippled with muscles gained from tossing bales of hay, from hard farm work. His hair wasn’t long either, but it had a natural curl to it that made Kyle want to just reach out and grab a hand full of it.

    Billy was tall, full bodied too. He had long muscular looking legs, and in his shorts you could see the muscles flex as he jogged around the field. He was the team Captain, and leader too. Also the most popular kid in school. Everyone knew him, and he knew them, but he wasn’t like some of the others. He wasn’t full of himself, and always had a smile for those he met. Even Kyle, which had made him Kyle’s hero.

    Kyle had hated the idea of moving from the city to here. His father had been transferred to the local feed plant just outside of town. It was a promotion actually and at first he had hated it. However, as time went on, he got accustomed to it. To begin with he actually had a backyard, one that seemed endless and then there was Billy.

    First time he had seen Billy, he had felt his body shake. It wasn’t that he was a virgin either, and it was the one fear he had. That out in the sticks, he’d never get any ass, plus he figured most were red necks, and homophobic. It was scary times too, because he didn’t want to broadcast his gayness. The instant he had spotted Billy, his thoughts went from worry of discovery, to hope.

    He had spent most of his time, bulking up and dreaming about today. The long lonely jogs in the morning, the weight lifting, had become his routine, which pleased his father, worried his mother, but he didn’t care. He had this strange notion that if he made the team, Billy would do more than just nod at him in passing. There was something in his eyes, that seemed to encourage him in his dream, but he had hardly spoken a dozen words to Billy. Still, it didn’t stop him and now here he was, not the same skinny runt that had moved from the city.

    Last year hadn’t been easy. He hadn’t made any friends, and it seemed like everyone just ignored him. Even when he would stop at the local cafe, classmates would ignore him. Hell, the surprise on the Coach’s face when he had shown up for tryouts told him that no one had really noticed him. The team in the locker room had just stared, and their conversation had been muted. It was like he was still a leper, despite being around for over a year. Even Billy looked away, but then what else could he do? He couldn’t welcome him without risking a backlash, or so he told himself.

    He did a lot of that, telling himself that if he could just get to be alone with Billy, that they could become friends. In the back of his mind, he knew he was hoping for the impossible. Billy might nod at him, but then he did to everyone. He might smile, but it really wasn’t directed at him, but someone behind him. Still, he had endured the early morning hours, the struggle with boring training, just so he could be on the same field as Billy.

    As they rounded the corner, he couldn’t help but notice the firm buttocks. His eyes had naturally found their way to stare at Billy’s rear as they did the mandatory laps. The way the flesh jiggled and moved in rhythm to the easy loping gait that Billy had. How he kicked his legs out, taking long easy strides all impressed Kyle. Billy was a natural runner, his long legs, those bulging muscles, just seemed to give him a natural grace. His eyes couldn’t get enough of it, nor could his mind. His fantasies were raging inside, and he could feel the strain on his cup as they headed towards the showers and locker room.

    In the back of his mind, he knew this would be the most dangerous time. To see Billy nude, to see him soap his perfect body up with soap would be tough to endure, without giving away his secret. If only he could make friends with him, maybe work out with him. But as he followed him into the tunnel, towards the locker room, he knew it was just a dream. Still, he had hope, and as he slowly entered the locker room his mind was elsewhere.

    Kyle didn’t notice the two burly guys on either side as he followed Billy into the room. His first awareness was when their large meaty hands grabbed hold of his upper arms. He felt the vice like grips as he sputtered out some cry of pain, some surprise at being held. His head twisted to either side, to see each of the guys had wicked looking grins plastered on their faces. He turned to stare outwards, and noticed that Billy was now facing him. He too had one of those evil looking grins on his face as he welcomed the rookie.

    He had said it an a long drawl, exaggerated for his benefit. He felt uneasy as Billy looked around, asking the others what they should do with him. The others began shouting suggestions, each one making him struggle a little, until finally Billy held up his hand, and walked over to him. He looked straight into his face, and licked his lips as he put a finger under Kyle’s chin, lifting up his face.

    ‘You want to be a part of this team rookie?’

    He just nodded, which made Billy smile. It was a strange smile, and the glint in his eyes frightened him, but he nodded once more. Billy smiled, and suddenly Kyle was let go. He was standing there, as Billy looked at him, as the rest of the team hooted, and wished him luck, and then suddenly he realized that he was basically alone.

    Billy just stood there, as the others went on with getting dressed, and as they each left, they patted him on the head, wishing him luck, and grinning. It was an evil grin, that made him shake each time he noticed it. Soon, he noticed that only two others were left in the Locker Room. One was Tyler, who seemed to always be at Billy’s side. He wasn’t as tall, but was solid looking. The other player left was Conrad. Both were always with Billy, and they now stood on either side of him, staring at him. He didn’t know what was coming, but once more Billy asked if he wanted to be a part of the guys, the team. It had an eerie tone to it, but he quickly nodded, not sure what was going to happen.

    Tyler was grinning, as Billy explained that what happened next, would be never talked about. He told him that if he did talk, he’d be the most hated student in school, and worse, the rest of the guys would make sure his time at school, and in town, would be the worst times of his life. It was said softly, but he felt like it was being shouted. He swallowed hard, wondering what they had in store for him, wondering if he could handle whatever they were going to do. He just nodded, as they continued to warn him, and make sure he was willing.

    Despite his fear, he felt strangely excited. Maybe this was his chance? Maybe now he would finally become part of the group, not be ignored around town, or in the hallways. It was a hope too, that maybe now, Billy would do more than just nod at him.

    They ordered him to strip off his equipment, and as he did, he noticed they also quickly undressed. He couldn’t help but feel excited as he saw all three of them strip down to their jock straps. He stood up, wearing his jock strap, but quickly bent down to remove it when Tyler ordered him to take it off. He obeyed quickly, wondering what was next.

    His eyes bulged as he watched Conrad go to his locker, and take out three rather thick branches. Each one was clean of any bark and he handed one to each of the others, then turned and smirked at Kyle.

    ‘First off Rookie, you need to know who is in charge on this team. Get out of those pads and strip naked, then go lean on the wall by the shower. Come on, hurry it up’

    Conrad’s voice was a bit shrill, but Kyle did as he was told. He felt the cold cement on the palms of his hands as he was told to spread his legs apart. He did as ordered, watching as the others all came closer, a switch in their hands. He knew they were going to whip his ass, but when the first whack hit his soft buttocks, he yelped out in pain.

    It was from Conrad, and he twisted his head to look over his shoulder as he saw Tyler walk up. He took his hand way back over his shoulder, and then brought it down hard. The sound of the wood striking his flesh made him cry out again, and he felt the pain racing up his spine. It hurt like hell, was way harder than the first one as he bit his lower lip. Then his eyes bulged as he saw Billy step up.

    He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t as Billy raised his hand, showing his muscles. His eyes bulged as he saw how high he had raised the switch, then he heard the swish as Billy brought it down and level with his ass. The strike echoed in the room, and his whole body lurched, feeling the pain. Immediately after, he felt the warmth too, and his cock began to stiffen.

    ‘Look he likes it Billy’

    He didn’t move a muscle as he heard Tyler’s voice. He saw him over his shoulder, saw him pointing at his groin, knowing that he was pointing to his erection. Tears were dribbling down his face, as Conrad blocked his view. He heard the swish again, felt the hard smack on his cheeks. Then it was Tyler’s turn, and he could hear him still chuckling as he ran the switch across his cheeks, feeling himself tremble as Tyler ran the tip lightly across.

    Then he felt the switch move under his buttocks, to tickle his dangling balls. He felt himself suck in his breath as Tyler continued to lightly run the switch over his sac, then push them aside. He felt the tip graze his cock then move back over his balls, and then up underneath. It brushed over the root of his cock, then went between his cheeks. Sucking in his breathe more, he felt himself tremble. His legs were shaking, as were his arms as Tyler ran the switch up his valley, lightly touching his hole.

    Kyle felt the ache, felt the strange excitement rising inside, as Tyler continued to lightly touch him with the switch. He heard the heavy panting of everyone in the room. He kept still, his head turned towards the wall, as Tyler let the tip of the switch rest on his hole. Part of him wanted him to go further, another part was petrified that he would.

    ‘He likes it Billy’

    ‘Seems so, maybe we should see how much he does like it.’

    Kyle didn’t know what to do as they talked. He kept his head down, his legs were quivering as he felt the pressure increase on his hole. He felt his cock jerk, and then the pain came. The end of the switch was wedged tightly up into his hole, then slowly he felt it move around, as Tyler told him to not move a muscle.

    Slowly his body relaxed, used to the feel of the tip against the very inside of his hole. Then suddenly he felt it move, felt it move inwards, past his muscles. He groaned as Tyler began to push the switch in, to let it slide into his rectum. His body shuddered as the switch then pulled out. A hard whack across his cheeks startled him, making him cry and he forgot about the strange insertion.

    Then it was Billy’s turn and he felt the tip of his switch, as it too began to run along his buttocks. It went down, along the valley to his hole, but it didn’t stop at his hole. It went down and along his balls, then he saw the legs come closer. He wanted to look up, to look over his shoulder, but he didn’t dare. He felt the closeness of his hero and felt his body tense up.

    The touch of Billy’s hand on his lower back made him shiver. He felt the long fingers reach down, and take hold of the inside of one cheek, pulling it open. He gritted his teeth, unsure if he should protest or not. At the same time he felt another hand come and take hold of his other cheek, and he felt the air waft across his open body. He felt his cheeks try to contract, but they were held wide apart.

    A wet finger was suddenly placed above his balls, and it moved slowly up his valley. He shuddered, as the finger touched his hole, and circled it, then slowly began to move inwards. The press of the tip soon passed inside and he held his breath. His lungs ached as he felt the finger slowly move further inside. He didn’t make a sound, as Billy slowly pushed his finger further into his body. Soon he felt the knuckle between his cheeks and then Billy began to move his finger in and out.

    He let out a small groan, a sigh really, as Billy began to prod his insides. He felt another finger resting near his hole, then suddenly it was inserted with the other. He groaned louder, but didn’t lift his head up. He felt the two fingers dig into his hole, slide slowly past his muscles.

    He felt the knuckles as Billy’s fist was pressing up against his hole. He felt his body lurch a little to the hard press, then it eased as Billy began to pull out, but before the fingers were out, he stopped, and leaned in. Kyle felt his body against his, and trembled. Billy’s hot breath blew across his back, and then the two fingers were driven hard up into him. A long moan escaped his lips, and then Billy was once more pulling them out, then driving them inwards.

    In and Out his hand went, and every now and then he would twist the fingers around while moving them in. He found himself moaning constantly as Billy fingered his hole hard and quick. Each thrust was quick, but when it was all in, he would feel him press even more, then slowly pull back, until just the tips were left inside.

    His body shook as Billy fingered him for several minutes, or so it seemed. The feeling was unreal, and he heard himself panting in between his moans of pleasure. Then he felt Billy’s head near his, felt his breath on his ear as Billy whispered to him.

    ‘Want more Rookie? Tell me you want more.. tell me’

    ‘yes, yes, please, more, I want more’ he replied and then felt a third finger suddenly inserted into his hole. He cried out as Billy began to twist and curl his fingers as he drove them deep down into Kyle’s ass. His body was trembling when he felt a hand grabbing his cock.

    The fingers held his hard cock tightly. They slowly moved up and down his cock shaft, making him quiver even more. He sucked in his breath as he heard someone spit, and then he felt the wet palm of someone’s hand slide down his cock. He groaned as the hand once more tightened its hold, and began to pump his cock.

    His legs were growing numb, as Billy continued to dig his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass. He felt the hand stroking his throbbing cock, and now he felt another hand reaching for his nipples. He cried out as they pinched first one, then the other. It was a hard pinch, and didn’t stop. Back and forth the fingers went inside his ass, the hand stroking his cock, the other fingers pulling at his nipples. Kyle cried out, felt the pleasure mingle with the pain, and every now and then a hand would smack his ass cheeks. He was being fingered hard, and with each hard thrust inwards, his body would jerk forward. His cock was burning as he felt his balls aching. He knew he would cum soon, and it scared him. He struggled to not, to keep it from happening, but the more he tried to hold back, the harder the fingers worked his ass. The harder the hand stroking his cock grew, and the more painful the pinching of his nipples became. His body was rocking and he finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

    He cried out that he was going to cum. Instead of it easing, the fingers inside his ass seemed to go faster. The hand stroking his cock was like a steel vice as it moved up and down his throbbing pole. The smacks on his ass cheeks became harder and he couldn’t hold back. His body refused to hold back, and he felt the back of his legs stiffen, felt the toes curl up as his balls slung up.

    Kyle cried out, as his body jerked and shook. His whole body suddenly pushed back, then leapt forward as his cock released his milk. He heard the sudden intake of breath from someone, as the hand held his cock, while it shot load after load of his cum. His ass still shook from the last hard whack, and the three fingers were not pulling back, but digging in even deeper, massaging his insides.

    As the last of his cum dribbled out, he felt his shoulder being wrenched and he was forced to stand up, and turn around. He found himself staring into Billy’s face. The eyes were like stars, the way they were twinkling but he felt the hard grip on his shoulder, and felt himself being led into the shower area. He was shoved to stand under a spray, and the water was turned on.

    He was still shaking from his ejaculation when the water began to spray across his body. His eyes bulged as Billy and Tyler came closer, and took hold of him. Billy held him by the shoulders, then leaned in and began to fondle his nipples. His face was close to Kyle’s and he felt his breath on his face. Tyler was running his hands down Kyle’s body, the fingers exploring his groin, and more as all he could do was stare back at Billy.

    ‘I think you’ll make the team just fine Rookie.’

    Kyle felt his cock jerk, and felt Billy’s hand taking it and yanking on it. He just smiled at Billy, enjoying the feel of his hand holding his cock.


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  • Mt Morris Gods

    I no longer pretend it never happened when I see the men on the train or in passing on the streets of New York City. They are just as guilty as I am for taking part in the ceremony of the flesh that occurred inside of Mt. Morris Bath House in Harlem four years ago. I was so high at the time that I did not care about how foolish we were. Condoms? Hell no, that would have slowed them down.

    The light- skinned dude with shaved head was my favorite. He came inside me three times, I think. The night was perfect. I spent two hours at the gym earlier that day and didn’t eat a thing. My diet for the past two days consisted of seedless green grapes and apples. I was clean as a whistle by 11 p.m. and ready to just lay out and get done.

    I started rolling twenty minutes after popping the pill and knew that it was going to be one of those nights in Harlem.It was the usual early crowd inside the musty corridors when I arrived. I have seen their faces so many times. Some of them I’ve had, others were just in my way… the bottoms. They were all out for the same thing I was… the closeted straight men who came to the secluded bathhouse to let out their repressed desires. That’s what all the bottoms lived for, at least that’s all my life was about at the time… the thugs, the rough trade, the guys with the big black and latino dicks who liked to do the fucking.

    Some of them were so much in denial that they called my ass ‘pussy’ when they thrust hard in me. That’s what I enjoyed the most. It was like a silent revenge to me when their legs quivered as I bounced down hard upon all that they had.

    ‘Dat’s it, dat’s it, throw me dat pussy.’

    I thought about pretty women and how good they have it in a world where it’s acceptable to be openly lusted after by masculine men. But that was my night and none of the men who payed $20 to enter the baths were there for fish. When I worked out at New York Sports Club, I spent 30 minutes a day just doing squats. Craving black rods like I do takes the proper tools of the trade and thanks to my dedication to fitness, I gave all sistas a run for their money makers when it came to having a bottie-lishous backside.

    I deserved what I got that night, there is no doubt about it. I only feel bad for the strangers I see on the train who I had in that rape. They have no idea that I loved every moment of it. I was only pretending that I couldn’t take any more. If they only knew the blood on the white sheets meant nothing to me, perhaps they wouldn’t look away and pretend that they do not know me.

    It must have been a real turn- on to see the burgundy fluid on my bright white ass cheeks as they took turns. It was for many of them, the ultimate fantasy… to fuck a white boy until he bled.

    I still came, numerous times simply because it was a dream for me too. There is no reason they should be afraid of me when they notice me on the train four years later. I was just as much a part of the scandal that happened inside that little room and in the open hallways of Mount Morris as they were.

    I let the guy with the dread locks crack the thin wooden door and turn on the light. I could have stopped him and made him close the door but he saw that I liked it. He noticed that it turned me on to allow others watch as I took all eleven inches of him. I stood against the wall, slightly bent my knees and stuck out my ass so he could get in deep. The men were standing outside in the hallway already. We must have been making quite a commotion and that’s why they were all there outside the door. He talked so loud.

    ‘You like that do you? That’s some good boy-pussy. Can you take two dicks?’

    ‘Hell, I can take fifty,’ I said. He was a little more hesitant than I was and seemed a bit nervous as the guys outside started playing with themselves. I just stood there and relaxed my insides as he went to it. I looked away from them. I didn’t want them to see my face. I wanted them to wonder what the face looked like that was attached to my pretty ass.A lot of the guys who went there did time in jail. That is likely where they picked up their addiction to bootie. It was what I always wanted though… to feel like a woman with a vagina and experience the ultimate thrill of being the bitch. They made their moves slowly by rubbing themselves against my thigh as I braced myself against the wall until my friend with the dreads got his first nut.

    I was rolling. I didn’t care. The next guy went in easy. He was only half the size. Then the bald guy got in me too. Then he took over. By then I was on the bed, face down. I could tell when it was the bald guy. He was the best. The fit just seemed perfect. The others were just there as intermissions it seemed. I kept wanting the light- skinned dude in me again and could always tell when he was back. I never looked up from the pillow. I just took them, one after the other, but I saw their faces when they came in me. I always looked up when I felt them shoot their wad. I smiled at them one at a time. All twelve of them.


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  • Perpetual Motion Machine

    Ever since I had jumped in the T-Bird and started racing down through Washington and Oregon and along the California coastal highway to put my final fight with Clem out of my mind, I’d been searching for some way to calm my combined anger and grief at the loss of that angelic, young free spirit. He had made me forget these last two years that I now was on the wrong side of thirty-five no matter how much I pumped iron and groomed my body. I was grabbing at the last vestiges of my youth and the privilege of a vigorous, hard body, and I thought I had found that fountain of youth in Clem. I had gloried in his vibrancy and supple, lithe body, and he had seemed mesmerized by my blond good looks and hunky muscles and the mastery of my thick nine-inch sword. Our lovemaking helped me maintain the edge I needed to continue to compete at the pro level. I took Clem’s desertion of me for a younger man as a sign of what was to come with my professional football career, and, although I couldn’t admit it to myself, I was so afraid of the future that my hands trembled on the steering wheel. I kept on the move as if standing still would drag me down and accelerate the aging process.

    I had always had my pick of young men to fuck. Clem had been my first attempt to settle down with one of them, and he had betrayed me and justified all my latent fears by walking out on me with that new football recruit straight off the university gridiron…the same recruit who seemed so greedily to be eyeing my position on the squad. The recruit had let me bring him home and fuck him and then, when he had exhausted me, he’d pumped Clem in my bed and stolen him right from underneath me.

    Out of fear of going limp, I remained in perpetual motion for three days in my journey down the coast in the mid August sunshine, during which I stopped at every winery along the way to try to drown out the ringing in my ears. It was at the San Luis Vineyard on the Monterey coast that I encountered an angel. At first I’d thought he was a mere teenager, as small and lithe as he looked, but as he poured wine in the tasting room for a group of silver-haired senior citizens who had pulled up in a tourist van as I was tasting the first, light Chardonnay, I heard him tell them that he was a university student working on his off hours for his grandfather.

    Our eyes met when he passed by me with the next bottle, and he saw and didn’t misinterpret the sudden interest I had taken in him. He was a beautiful youth, with dark Italian features, and he moved with the grace of a dancer. The tourists sipped and bought and left, and I remained at the tasting bar. The young man had slowed my servings so that I still had the desert wines to go when we were alone. He admitted that he recognized me as a professional football player and seemed star struck by my visit to his winery.

    He asked me if I’d taken a tour of the wine-making process before, and I said that I had but that I might benefit from a refresher on how the grapes were actually grown and harvested if he knew of a good spot in the vineyard where that would be appropriate and if someone here were free to do a demonstration.

    He gave me a searching look, called for someone to take over the pouring duties at the tasting bar, and, after pulling some bottles and food from a refrigerator and grabbing a blanket, invited me to follow him outside. As he glided out the door, he told me his name was Gabriel Caboronne and that he was the grandson of the San Luis Vineyard owner, Paulo Caboronne. I would have known that he was Gabriel…the angel Gabriel…even if he hadn’t told me his name.

    I followed Gabriel away from the tasting room building and into the tall rows of wooden stakes supporting luscious green leaves and vines interspersed with moist clumps of purple and green grapes nearly bursting with rich juices. He stopped on the edge of a rock-walled terrace where we could look down across the Monterey coast to the pounding surf of the Pacific Ocean. My pulse was pounding as well, and even while standing here, Gabriel was in perpetual motion, expressing himself and his love of this coast with broad sweeps of his finely muscled arms.

    It was a perfect morning, and I had the perfect guide beside me to show me the fundamentals of a grape harvest. If he had been around in Michelangelo’s day, he would have been the model for the statue of David. For all I knew, one of the youth’s ancestors had been the model. Despite his youthful appearance, his body was perfectly shaped and his features achingly handsome. His hair was dark and curly, and his fingers and the toes I could see clinging to his sandals were long and sensuous, a promise of length in other features as well. He wore only loose cotton trousers, having stripped off his T-shirt, with its winery logo, and tied it around his waist as soon as we had emerged into the sunlight. The skin of his body, tightly stretched on his musculature, was an olive brown, evidencing the many hours he spent in the sun on these hilly slopes and belying the long hours he had said he was forced to study in the university library when he only wanted to be up here working in the vineyard.

    Gabriel turned to me and grinned, all pearly white teeth and sensuous lips, showing me in that one gesture just how much he loved these California coastal hills and their bounty of rich grapes. He gestured for me to follow him, and I watched the motion of his lithe body as I followed him into the vineyard terraces. It hit me once again that Gabriel had been in perpetual motion since the first time I had seen him. Even when he was standing still, his torso was languidly moving. His motion made my juices flow. I wanted to capture and harness that perpetual motion. I could feel myself getting hard, and the sign of vigor gave me a thrill.

    I loved watching him move. I felt myself melting into him and, and I ached to feed on his youth, to absorb it, to fuck him hard and deep until we were one fine-tooled motion machine…to ram my nine thick inches far up his young and tender ass repeatedly and to hear him groan and moan for me. I wanted him as I had wanted Clem, if not more.

    When Gabriel halted, deep down the corridors of the grapevine support fences, I stripped off the gauzy white shirt that had loosely covered my torso, and we worked hard, side by side, for nearly an hour. Gabriel showing me which grapes were begging to be plucked and how to harvest them without bruising their tender skins. And all the time his torso was in perpetual motion, moving like a master dancer.

    The sun hadn’t reached its zenith when Gabriel called for a respite. He fanned out a blanket on the ground under a tree, where a section of the vineyard made way for an olive orchard, and began unpacking the basket he had filled before we had come out into the sunlight. There were several bottles of wine, uncorked, ready for tasting. With a merry laugh, Gabriel took one of these and handed me the other one. He leaned against a tree and saluted me with the bottle before drinking directly from it in a long gulp. He looked entirely too young to be taking deep swigs from a wine bottle, I thought. Even leaning against the tree, his body was in languid motion.

    I saluted him back and took a long drink from the bottle he’d given me. The wine was refreshing and smooth, with a slight kick to it at the end…just the thing to top an hour of hard work in the fields.

    Gabriel was grinning at me, swaying his torso, and I ached for him. But he looked oh so young.

    I couldn’t help myself. ‘Just how old are you, Gabriel?’ I asked in a scratchy voice, having difficulty broaching the subject.

    ‘Old enough, Skeeter,’ he said and flashed me that beautiful smile again.

    ‘Old enough?’ I asked. ‘You know what I was asking?’ I asked with guarded hope. ‘And why?’

    ‘Of course, Skeeter. I saw it in your eyes at the tasting bar. If you had not asked to come to the fields with me, I would have asked you to come myself. I was thrilled when I saw in your eyes that you desired me.’

    ‘Come away from that tree, Gabriel,’ I said huskily. ‘Come over here to me.’

    ‘It’s cool here under the tree, Skeeter,’ he answered, asserting himself, showing me some backbone. ‘I am hot; I need to be cooled down.’

    ‘You need to be cooled down?’ I responded. And then, impulsively, I walked over to him and upended the wine bottle in front of his face, watching the dark red fluid cascading down his lithe, undulating torso and staining his cotton trousers and plastering them to his pelvis. I could see that it was true about long sensuous fingers and toes. He had a long cock curled up in that basket of his, the front of his trousers now translucent thanks to the flowing red wine.

    At first Gabriel looked shocked, and then he laughed merrily and upended his own bottle of wine above my much broader, more heavily muscled chest.

    I pushed him roughly against the olive tree where its two main branches split and brutally attacked his full-bodied lips with mine. He answered my kiss, showing me that he knew a thing or two about the technique himself. I pulled away in surprise. But his eyes were still heavy with lust. He wanted this. My mouth hungrily went to his chest and found his wine-cooled nipples. A hand went to his crotch and almost lifted his lithe little body off the ground as I cupped his long, unfolding dick in my searching hands. I was stripping his trousers off his legs as my tongue and lips made their wine-tasting journey down his chest and belly, and he was exposed and ready for me when my mouth reached his long, thin rod. He leaned back into the crook of the olive tree, his torso still in swaying motion, and sighed and moaned for me, as I took possession of his cock and sucked him to ejaculation.

    When I stood, he started to lick the wine off my chest and belly as well, intending to do for me what I’d done for him, but I wanted to prolong the experience. I took him by the hand and led him over to the spread blanket, warming in the olive tree-branch dappled sunlight of the strong California sun. I stripped off my wet pants, hearing the intake of his breath when he saw how well-endowed I was, and sat down on the blanket, my legs stretched out in front of me. I then pulled him down close beside me. His hips were next to mine, but I pulled his torso over to where his shoulder blades nestled against my chest and the curly black hair on top of his head was tickling me under my chin. I leaned over and plucked a long strand of oat grass that had found life between the rows of the vine stands. I encircled his waist with one arm, my palm fanned out on his lower belly, and, with the other hand, I took the long, thick strand of grass and ran it across Gabriel’s chest and thighs and cock and balls. The perpetual undulating motion of his torso and legs matched the tracings of the grass on his beautiful little body, and, at length, with deep sighs, he turned his face to me and we kissed deeply, our tongues finding each other, our sweet, wine-infused juices joining together.

    While we kissed, I moved one of his thighs up until it was on top of mine. The nearness of him was intoxicating, and the motion of his body against the strand of grass was mesmerizing. I pulled him farther up into my lap until he was on top of me, sitting in my lap. My long, hard, thick cock was running up the small of his back, telling him precisely what I wanted and that I couldn’t wait much longer before I got it.

    His back was in languid motion as well, so he was making love to my cock, rubbing the small of his back across it. He was making humming noises, and his body was trembling as well as moving. I knew that he wanted me too.

    He raised his arm around the back of my neck, bringing my lips back to his. We kissed tenderly, and then he looked deeply into my eyes.

    ‘Now? Will you fuck me now? Please.’ He asked. ‘You need not worry. I’m not as young and inexperienced as you might think.’

    ‘Yes, now,’ I said huskily.

    Gabriel then drew his calves up under his thighs, keeping my pelvis between them. He reached behind him and found my cock, which was a little hard to miss, and then raised his hips up, with his weight on his knees, and just backed his asshole onto my cock.

    Surprisingly, he had no problem at entry, even though I was quite large and thick, and I glided all the way in to the hilt. Then, he just started his hips in an undulating rhythm above me, stroking in and out above me, alternating with rotations of his hips, fucking himself on my throbbing cock. The sensation was phenomenal. I was mining him deep, and his ass canal walls, like his torso, were in perpetual motion, making love to my cock in wave after wave of caressing as it churned inside him.

    I was loving this, but I wanted to still his body, to transfer his vigor and motion to me. I slowly rolled him so that he was belly down on the blanket, and I was covering him completely from above, my thighs holding his thighs close between them, my nipples gouging into his shoulder blades, my arms stretched on top of his, my fingers entwined with his, my pelvis churning around on his plump butt cheeks.

    His torso quieted down, stopped its perpetual motion, but his hips were still in motion, a little elevated and rotating in countermotion to my downward stroking deep inside him with my pulsating cock. The blanket had bunched up so that our pelvises were directly atop the rich soil of the coastal hillside. Gabriel’s hard dick was stroking along the surface of the mossy grass, fucking the fertile earth of California.

    I could feel myself ready to cum. I pulled my cock out so that the head was just beyond the ring near the opening to his asshole, and I found his prostrate with the tip of the head and rubbed back and forth. He was moaning and groaning especially loud now, and I felt him tense and shoot his load in the grass, spreading his semen on the land that had been worked by generations of Caboronnes, blessing the grape harvest in a ritual that just might have been part of tradition in centuries past. I ground his pelvis into the grass then, with a strong deep thrust of my cock down into the center of him, where I injected spouting after spouting of good old All-American running back semen into the ass of the fine old Caboronne line, doing a little blessing of the harvest myself.

    I held him pinned to the ground with my long, thick stake, waiting and hoping. He gave a long, lingering sigh, and I felt all of the tension drain out of him, leaving him at complete peace, and, in the process, filling me with renewed vitality.

    We motored back up the Pacific coast in my T-Bird and were settled in my Seattle apartment and keeping up with a vigorous fuck routine in plenty of time for my confidence on the gridiron and in bed to be bolstered before the season opened. I had staved off the future…had retained my perpetual motion edge…at least for this season.


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  • Family Secrets

    He sat in the third pew, his face turned upwards towards Father Murphy standing behind the pulpit, appearing to listen to the sermon. Next to him was his wife and the twins. Martin was just 25, had just graduated from William & Mary, already had a job at his father in law’s prestigious law firm. Martin glanced briefly at the two couples in front, his in-laws, and his own parents.

    For a moment he felt anger, as he stared at the back of their heads, then he turned slightly to stare at his wife. She was the catch of all, head cheer leader in High School, one of the most popular girls in his school, tall and blond. The perfect wife, with beauty, charm, grace, and wealthy parents. Looking down he saw the twins, just 3 years old, blond like their mother, but not one feature that resembled his traits.

    He and his wife knew, but never talked about it. There wasn’t any doubt that he wasn’t the father, and he knew that his absence from her bed didn’t stop her from enjoying sex either. He knew, without any doubt, that she had others, and that one was more than likely the real father, but his parents and hers, had blamed him for the pregnancy, had insisted he do the right thing. Even Father Murphy up there, had weighed in, insisting and like an idiot he had given in.

    Course, if they had known the truth, he doubted if it would have mattered. It was about the two families merging, and the combining of their wealth that counted, and he was just the token to make it all seem proper. He had gotten his High School letter in football, had made good grades and even though he wasn’t totally interested in Law, it was his parent’s wish. Given they were paying for it, he had given in, just as he had given in when they insisted he marry Sarah, for the sake of family honour.

    Honour hell, it was about his dad’s law firm merging with Sarah’s father’s firm. That was what counted, and like a good boy he had done as they said. Sitting in the pew, looking up at the cross that hung behind Father Murphy he felt the hypocrisy surrounding him.

    He was gay, liked men and from an early age knew it too. Martin could thank old Father Gerrard for that, and when he had tried to tell his parents, about the Father’s special instructions, they had ignored him, told him to not defy the Church and above all else, to keep silent. He learnt his lessons well, and wasn’t upset when finally Father Gerrard had been assigned elsewhere.

    Sitting there, listening as the sermon dragged on about truth and honour, about being true to God, a small smile crossed his lips. He knew he wasn’t handsome, but he had a rugged charm to him. His body was lean, not overly muscular, but well defined. His hair was just cut above his ears, another compromise to his position. Still it was enough to offset his hooked nose and thin facial features.

    His eyes were always a clouded color, unless he was with one of his ‘special friends’. Martin had figured that if he had to marry the bitch, he wouldn’t miss out on his own needs, not like Sarah ever missed out on hers. She never had, and while she kept it more or less, hidden, there was no way that his parents, or hers, didn’t know she was sleeping with other men. Problem was, her taste in men weren’t the kind either family would approve of, hence their tapping him for becoming heir apparent. In their eyes, he was the type who wouldn’t make a fuss, glad to have a trophy wife, glad to have a ready made job, and naturally, the money that went with the merger. Strictly all business, and as he sat there, staring up at the ornate fixtures, he didn’t disagree.

    Leaning back in the pew, he felt a bit guilty. Yet as he looked around at the familiar Church, he was able to push those feelings aside. After all, it was here where he had first lost his innocence, thanks to Father Gerrard, and then too there had been one or two times with some of the other’s in his Choir group. He smiled as he sat back, thinking of how just last night he had been with an old friend.

    Lester wasn’t what you would call a looker. Even now he hadn’t changed much from when he used to sing in the Choir, other than his dick was a hell of a lot bigger, and he enjoyed using it. He could testify to that, as he shifted a little in the pew, recalling last night’s little session with Lester. The guy was good, and it was cheap too.

    Lester was one of those who always got in trouble. Nothing major, but he was always getting nicked for some minor shit. Being a lawyer, Martin was the one he would call and it worked out fine. He would either pay the fine, or arrange for some way to have Lester work off the offence, either through community service or something. It wasn’t hard, given how crowded local jails were, and how the DA was more into grabbing the big ones, the one’s who would give him a good resume for when he would seek higher office.

    That too played into his hands, because of his connection with the State’s biggest law firm, and wealth. The DA figured he’d collect one day, and maybe he would, but for now it all worked out for Martin’s benefit. He’d get Lester off, and then Lester would return the favour, getting him off.

    That made him smile as he continued to stare up at Father Murphy. If he really thought about it, he would get upset, because he hated the hypocrisy of his life, but he went along. It was safer, and it was putting money into his special bank accounts, the one’s no one in either family knew about. He had learned his lessons well, determined to make the most of the lies and deceit. It was why he willingly let his wife cheat, while he would have his own dalliances with people like Lester.

    They served a purpose, and while he rarely was asked to be a traditional husband, he could if pressed. It wasn’t fun, not anywhere near as much as fun as it was with Lester or a few of the others he frequented. Lester though, well he had a way that always made Martin feel satisfied. He enjoyed the rough sex, not BDSM or that, but just more sex than love making. He had no delusions, Lester did what he did out of need just as he wanted it out of need. He wanted to feel satisfied, so it was a perfect arrangement.

    It rarely involved meaningful actions. It was about getting off, and he loved how Lester would take him. The way they would rent a room, and not even worry about the amenities. Unlike romance, there was never any hesitation. They would both just strip, laying out the condoms for easy reach, the lubricant, and then it would just begin. No hugging, no idle chit chat either, just two men seeking sexual gratification.

    Lester was bald, by choice. He liked the shaved look, except the little tuft under his chin. It gave him a sort of skinhead look that matched his long drawn face. His nose was hooked from being broken a few times, and he had a few pock marks too from a bad bout of acne as a kid. He was built though, his body was full and well defined. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible, and his pecs stood out very nicely.

    The rest of his body was equal to the rest, well proportioned. His legs were hairy from the ankles to the knees, where it just seemed to end. Though he did have a very thick growth around his cock, which wasn’t what one would call average. It was thick, and long, which had been a surprise when he had first seen it as a full grown adult. Back when they were in Choir together, Lester’s dick was a damn site smaller, in all aspects. Only thing that remained the same, was how much cum the guy could shoot. Even then, he could shoot a lot, and that hadn’t changed as he grew up into Martin’s personal fuck buddy.

    Back then, Lester had been a reluctant bottom, but not now. Now he was a good aggressive top, which is exactly what Martin liked. He loved how Lester would grab him, toss him onto the bed and begin to lick at him, bite his nipples and run his hands up and down Martin’s firm body. The hands would press hard, twist his nipples until he would cry out or bit his lip.

    Les would kiss him at times, but not a passionate kiss. It would be a hard press of lips, then as he would pull back, his teeth would take hold of Martin’s lower lip, pulling it back then releasing it. It was like he was trying to bite him, to taste him. Sometimes he actually did, drawing blood a few times. Those were the times when the sex was really good too. He liked it when Lester would be horny, because he was always rougher then.

    He would grab Martin’s cock, pull it and even slap it around. He would sit up on Martin’s chest, and force his cock into the mouth, slapping it across his face at times, wiping it across the lips, and always talking, telling Martin how much he, Martin, would want it, should want it. His patter wasn’t original but it was enough to further excite Martin.

    The way he would force Martin to suck his cock, to take it deep into his throat, gagging him every time. He would force it in and out, grunting as he did. At times he would grab Martin’s hair, lift his head up and stuff his erect cock deep down into his throat. He would tell him to suck it, then he would yank it out, and make him suck his balls. He was very particular about that, how he would insist on first the left testicle, then the right, then again the left, then taste some of his cock, then back to sucking his balls, until his cock was even more aroused. Then he would stuff it hard down his throat, gagging him every time he pushed in.

    That would go on for several minutes. Back and forth between sucking that hard cock, to sucking the leathery sac. He would make him do it until he was ready, then he would pull his cock out, hold it firmly at the shaft, and whack it across Martin’s face, hard too. You could hear it and then he’d move his body off, and roughly force Martin to lift his legs up, while he would slide between them.

    He’d push at Martin’s cheeks, spreading them apart until his hole was showing the way he wanted. He’d lean forward, spit a few times, then take his middle finger and work the spit in and around his hole. His legs would be up in the air, his hands holding them up and spread open. Lester would look up at him, give him one of his toothless grins, his eyes sparkling with lust, and then he’d bury his head between Martin’s cheeks.

    He’d feel the teeth first, as they would nibble at his flesh, biting even, making him grunt, then more spit would be applied to his hole, the finger would rub it in, but this time would poke past his muscle. He would grunt again, then he’d feel the hand reach up, shoving his balls until the fingers could grasp his own cock. They would wrap around his shaft, in a strangle hold. It hurt too, but he would only grunt at the pain. Then Lester would pull on his cock, a few strokes to several, as he would be staring at Martin, from between his upraised legs. His face had a wicked grin on it as he would stroke Martin’s cock tightly.

    Then when he figured he had enough, he’d quickly lower his head, and bite at Martin’s rectum. He’d bite the flesh around the hole, making him grimace and then suddenly Martin would feel the tongue come out. He would feel its raspy edged tongue flick at his hole, then lick along his valley, all the way up to his scrotum. He would feel it lick at the base of his cock, then his testicles. He would groan then, which would make Lester begin to lick downwards, then quickly back upwards, until he had both of Martin’s balls inside his mouth. He would let his teeth rake the sac, then suck them inwards more, using suction to pull at the leather like skin.

    They would be released shortly, sounding more like they were being spit out. The air in the room would make them feel like they were being cooled, but Lester would then lick his valley hard. His tongue would start to move down, pressing as hard as it could against his flesh, until it came to his hole. It would then circle the hole, licking at the fringes of the hole itself, until he would feel his body shake. Lester always waited for that moment, before he would suddenly push in.

    His whole head would dive in, pushing Martin’s legs wider and the hands would suddenly be gripping at his buttocks. The fingers would dig in hard, pulling his cheeks apart, while his head moved in between. The tongue would already be curled and pushing at his hole, licking it roughly, then suddenly pushing past his muscle. He would feel the curled tip reach inside, licking him inside his tunnel, making him squirm. His whole body would buck, which would make Lester dig his tongue in even further.

    He would cry out, but Lester would ignore his pleas. He would press harder, until Martin was begging him for more, urging him to take him. Lester never gave in quickly. He might pull back but only for a second, before diving in again, even harder than before. His tongue would lick him hard, and at times Lester would move his hand over, pushing a finger in with his tongue. He would let his finger dive in, twisting and turning as it pushed past his hole.

    Martin would cry out, begging Lester to fuck him, but he wouldn’t. He would add a second finger, sometimes even a third, until Martin’s body was quivering uncontrollably. He would pull back, slap Martin’s ass hard, then push the fingers back inside. Martin would moan and groan, beg in between gasps for air, but Lester did it his way. He would twist his fingers, bury them up to his knuckles, stretching Martin’s hole without mercy.

    When he was ready, not when Martin wanted, he would pull his fingers out, and suddenly be on top of him. His body would be pressing down, his hard throbbing cock would be poking his sweat coated buttocks. Lester would kiss him hard, driving his tongue inside this time, and Martin could taste himself as the tongue would drive deep into his mouth, gagging him almost as much as when Lester would stuff his cock in.

    While he was doing that, he also was reaching for a condom, and the anticipation would make him squirm even more, would make his heart thunder in his ears, as he struggled to not throw up, from the press of Lester’s tongue. His body would ache as it would feel the hard press of Lester’s penis. Then the pressure on his chest would ease and he would open his eyes, to see Lester leaning back on his haunches, a condom in his hand. He would glance down his sweat soaked body, to see the long thick cock sticking up, looking larger than ever, looking too large even.

    He’d watch as Lester would quickly unwrap the condom, roll it down his cock, and then give his cock a few quick strokes, to make sure it hadn’t lost any of its erection. He would glance up at Martin then, his eyes dark and ominous looking. Lester would then lean forward, placing his hands on either side of Martin’s shaking body. He’d lick his lips as he would shuffle in closer, until his cock was nearly bending back on itself.

    Then he’d reach down with one hand, to wedge the cock up between Martin’s cheeks, slowly pushing it down until it was poking at the hole. He’d get a wicked little grin across his face then, his eyes would be boring holes into Martin’s face, as he would raise his hips backwards. Martin knew what was about to happen, he’d suck in his breath, waiting and sweating.

    Sometimes Lester would just hold that position for an extra few seconds, other times he wouldn’t wait. He’d ram his hips forwards, driving his huge cock forwards. It would slice into Martin like a pile driver. The penetration was always hard and painful. The very instant the head would begin to move, Martin would feel the pain beginning to roll up into his body.

    He would cry out, as the huge cock would tear past his hole, ignoring the muscles, shifting them roughly aside as it would make its way deep inside of him. His body would tremble then, his breath rush out, as he struggled with the growing pain inside. The fullness would make him hurt, but it also would make him feel a growing warmth inside.

    At last he’d feel the wiry hairs digging at his rectum, feel as if his legs would be split off his body as Lester would be all the way inside of him. Lester would grunt his pleasure, then he would open his eyes to see Lester’s face towering over him. His whole body would shiver then, as he felt the sweat dripping off onto his own body, to mingle with his own rivers of sweat. The smell of testosterone was overpowering, and his nostrils would flare.

    Seeing that, Lester would begin to slowly pull back. It was agonizingly slow, and Martin would groan louder as he felt the cock pulling back, but just as his first groan would begin to fade, Lester would ram his cock back inside. Martin would gasp as he felt the cock driving inwards again.

    Several times, Lester would repeat the whole process. It drove Martin nuts, and the knuckles on his hands would grow white from how tightly he held his ankles and legs. His body would be aching all over, the pain had turned to absolute pleasure, as Lester teased him, until once more they would look at each other. Sweat dripping off both of their foreheads, and then Lester would begin.

    His body would slowly gyrate, twisting the huge cock buried inside, making Martin moan. Then he would slowly pull out and push in, each stroke becoming a little faster, a little harder, until finally his whole body was at top speed. His cock would drive in, like a jack hammer ripping concrete apart. It would drive in hard, pushing him deep down onto the bed.

    The bed would always shake, groan under the hard constant pounding. It would go on and on, and Martin would find himself squirming, his head banging from side to side as Lester drilled his ass with his cock. His body would ache, the fires inside of him making his cock feel like it was burning up. The pain in his balls as Lester’s balls would slap against his cheeks, became unbearable.

    He would feel the ache, and he would bite his lip, as he took the hard pounding. Then he would hear the groans, the hard gasping breath and suddenly he’d feel empty inside. Lester would pull out, and as he began to realize the cock was out, he’d hear the sound of a condom being ripped off, and he’d open his eyes, to see Lester leaning over him. He’d feel his burning legs pushing up on his upraised buttocks, and he’d see the huge cock staring at him.

    Lester’s hand would be stroking it hard and fast, and soon he would see the growing head turn mottled purple. He would watch in awe, as the tiny little pee slit would widen, as a white mass came flooding out. Martin would blink, as the first wave of Lester’s cum would splatter all across his upper chest, chin even. He could feel the warmth, as it would strike, his body shaking with each splatter.

    His legs would be released, but he struggled to keep them in the air, as Lester would continue to spew his milk all over Martin’s trembling stomach. Martin would find his hand grasping his own cock, stroking it hard as his eyes concentrated on watching Lester’s cock shooting and shooting.

    In seconds he’d feel himself ready, his eyes would close to the sight of Lester’s last shot of cum dribbling out and his own body would explode. He’d feel the balls sling upwards, feel his milk leave and rush along the various canals until it was moving up his cock. He’d feel his cock swelling up under his hand, feel the pressure building, feel the blood suddenly leaving his arms, legs, and head.

    Brilliant colors of reds, purples, greens, and others would burst in front of his vision. The darkness seemed to just explode in bright flashes, as his body would convulse once, then again, then he’d feel the cum spurting out between his fingers. He would hear Lester’s panting breathing, mingle with his own cries and shallow breathing. His body would shake, tremble, and shake more, as his cock would rear back and shoot again, not as hard, but just as pleasing.

    His hand would grip the end of his cock, holding it tightly between his thumb and fingers, squeezing the very last of his milk out. His body would suddenly just collapse. He could feel every muscle suddenly let go as he would sink back deep into the bed. Then he’d feel the bed jump, as Lester would suddenly collapse as well, crushing part of his body under its own weight, as he rolled to one side.

    The tiny room would slowly stop spinning. He could hear nothing but the heavy panting of them both, as he would lay there, licking his lips in total satisfaction. He felt totally spent, as his eyes adjusted and the noise from the street would begin to once more intrude on their minds. It was all over, for the moment, as they would take turns using the shower, then dress.

    Martin took his eyes off the cross as the sounds of the Choir intruded into his thoughts. He stared over at the rows of children singing, wondering how many of them were hiding the same family secrets, he had.


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  • It Happened At Last

    I am prasad from india age 20 yrs, fair and good looking actually I am a gay and I am into the gay sex since my 7 years age. and till know I am into that the story which I am going to share is about my real love which I am in now.

    I have my friend name santosh of my caste very good looking and handsome and my best friend his age is 25 yrs. we daily call each other talk to ech other and when ever we have leave we meet each other . I share all my feelings with him I tell him all my day to day updates since last 4 years. But in some corner of my heatrt I was in love with him. but I dint knew was he with me or not bcoz I wa s afraid if I tell him he may get angry and would stop talking to me. so this continued. on august 21st 2007 he went to his native for some work and was going to come after 10 days. This made me little upset . he went that day I went to station to leave him to station .

    On 30th I too went to native for some work I wasin native on 31 st I called him he cam eto meet me we went out and evening went again to each other house on 1st we planned to go to Mumbai together. We made tickets and sat in the bus at 2.00 pm we were sitting close to each other . I was very happy because I was going to spend whole day with him.He was joking whole the time in the bus at night after lunch we sat in the bus again and the lights were off as it was night bus was silent and it was also raining out side I was sitting near the window I slept keeping my head on his shoulder and I felt nice he too didnt tell any thing to me but something was in my mind he was hot I couldnt sleep but pretended to sleep. as I have to do twice thrice I saw him he was sleeping.but slept on his shoulders only and holded his tightly later after some time he kept his face on my face I felt too hot slowly r face started touching each other then too I was afraidto proceed as I felt he may be in sleep and in sleep he might have kept his face like that way, after some time he too holded my hand yightly and he even came near to me . slowly I kissed his soft lips and too my surprise he didnt even moved but he proceeded then we had french gives I kiised me him very wildy he too did the same to me slowly my hand move to his cock it was full erect in 90 position in kissing only I removed his zip and removed his cock out and started mastrbating he tooo did ythe same with me. I then bent and sucked his cock it was uncut islowly slipped his fore skin and started sucking . believe me till that date I had sex with many males but whenever I sucked I dint like it but I sucked as the partner use to like butthis time it was not like that but I like to suck his cock very much the pre cum was tasting some thing great and his cock wa smell wa ssuperb then again we did french kiss the n masturbated and after sometime we both jerked out.

    I felt relaxed and was very very happy that wht I was thinking for last 4 years and had lost hope for such thing with my friend hapened all of sudden from that day onwards I am waiting for such amoment when we wil be in some room and have sex again iwant to see him full naked and want get fucked very hard from him from that day I am feeling something different in me every time time I am thinking of that guy and at night tooo which never happened with me whenever I had sex before with other people .

    I think this is only called love.


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  • Payback

    His finger hovered over the send key. His eyes were dark and moody as he stared at his finger, watched it twitch and shake as he thought about all that would happen, once he hit that one little ‘send’ button. It wasn’t that he was afraid, no one would be able to tell it was him, even if they did trace the email to this computer. It was at an internet cafe, one he wasn’t known for frequenting, so they couldn’t trace him that way. He used cash to pay for his time, so no credit card to trace either.

    The pictures never showed any birthmarks, or facial shots of him, just the other guys, so again they wouldn’t be able to trace it to him. Course the four jocks could point to him, but then what proof did they have? It would also mean they’d have to admit that it was them in the pictures and videos. Besides, by the time it got around, even if they knew it was him, he’d be on a plane heading to Europe, and it would be years before he’d even think of returning to this hateful little town.

    His finger steadied as he thought about the last year of High School. 18 and a Senior was supposed to be a high light in one’s life, but all he felt was disgust and disappointment. School had been a nightmare, having to walk the halls with people sneering, people who were once his friends, turning away from him as he approached. That was the routine, day in and day out, except for the gang of four.

    They went out of their way to make his life a living hell. They weren’t satisfied with just sneering, but they took every opportunity to ridicule him, to deride him. Not one day did they let his being gay go unnoticed during the school day. Whether in class, in the cafeteria or hallways, they made it a point to seek him out, and torment him. The teachers did nothing, even when he complained to them. They would simply say it was nothing but harmless teasing.

    Harmless Hell, he hated getting up in the morning, hated the thought of going to school, but he did. He even managed to score high on all the academics, which is why he was leaving. He had scored high enough to go to any University in the world, and he was taking that opportunity. Anywhere but in his own country had been his goal, and he had succeeded, but he wanted to leave a present for those ‘special friends’. He wanted his revenge.

    Clayton stared down, wishing that he could be around to see everyone’s faces when they got the email, saw the pictures and videos of their heroes sucking cock, begging for it up the ass. It is what had gotten him through the entire spring, the idea of getting even with Russ, Bradley, Chase, and Skylar.

    They were all big men on campus, simply because they played football. The whole town seemed to worship at their feet, for that reason only. Granted, Skylar was not like the other three, even though he was their leader. It was Chase who was the worse, always looking for ways to torment whoever he felt like picking on. Problem was, he liked picking on Clayton, but he also sure liked having his cock sucked every damn Friday night.

    During football season, he wanted a damn site more, and he made Clayton do it, for fear of worse hazing if he didn’t. He never understood the other three, who would get a kick out of it, of watching him get on his knees, and take Chase’s cock out of his pants, and suck it, till Chase would shoot his cum.

    They all claimed to be 100% straight, but they’d watch him suck the big guy off, play with his balls, and then let him shoot his cum all over his face. When he’d open his eyes, to see Chase slowly getting his breath back, he’d notice how the other two, Russ and Bradley had their dicks out and they’d come close to him, to shoot their own cum onto his face, his hair, or where ever they could.

    Once they were all finished, they’d pull their pants up, and smirk at him, call him names, ask him if he liked real man milk, then Chase would push him away, telling him how disgusting he was with a sneer on his face. Yet it was his cock that he had sucked, so it made no sense to him.

    Skylar, he was different. He never pushed him away after, nor did he call him names after either. He would smirk in the hallways, taunt him even, but to be honest, Skylar never really degraded him like the others. He was the captain of the team, the one who could have put a stop to it if he wanted, but he never seemed to have the guts for that. Still, he was also the only other one who would have Clayton suck him. Though for most of the times, it was just the two of them. Rarely did he let the others watch, and Clayton never understood that.

    Then too, he never understood how supposed straight guys, would not only let him suck them, but get fucked by him too. Skylar actually was the only one he fucked, Chase was different. He would be the top, and when he fucked Clayton, it was always painful, but thankfully he used a condom each time. Still, if they were straight, how in hell could they do anything like that with another guy?

    In the back of his mind, he was pretty certain that Skylar was gay, or at least bi. No way would some straight stud take it up the ass like Skylar did, nor would they moan and show such enjoyment either. Chase would just grunt, like an ape. In some ways, Clayton thought of him as one.

    He was a lot hairier than most of the others in School. His body hair was all over, even all down his back. His legs were almost like a forest it was so covered by body hair. When he would bend Clayton over, there was never any preliminary stuff. He would simply stroke his cock, get it hard, unroll a condom over it, while making rude comments to Clayton. Then he would slap his ass hard, several times, then move in, wedge his cock up near the small of Clayton’s back, slide it down till it was firmly up against Clayton’s hole, then simply push in.

    It hurt like fucking hell too, at first. He would cry out as the hard cock would slice past his hole, making his body shake as the pain would race up his spine. He would cry out, which earned him a grunt from the ape behind him. Russ and Bradley would be there, laughing and telling Chase to pound him harder, to show him who was master.

    He would too. He would ram his cock in and out as fast as he could. His hands would hold onto Clayton’s hips, digging in till they hurt as much as the fucking hurt. His body would ache, he would cry, as he stood there, bent over taking the cock. In and out it would go, like a huge missile, until he could hear the panting and feel Chase’s sweat dripping off his forehead onto Clayton’s back.

    Then he would know it was nearly over. Chase would begin to huff, his grunts would come faster, and the dick inside of him would be moving at lightning speed. It would go in and out as fast as it could, Chase’s balls would slap up against his butt cheeks, the sound making Brad and Russ whoop, and then he’d hear that shriek, that cry that sounded like some sick cat.

    He’d feel the cock inside of him shiver, feel it jerk and twist a little, then it would suddenly be rammed hard as far as possible inside, and he’d feel it quiver. He’d feel the body behind shake, feel Chase tremble, as his cock unloaded its milk into the condom. He’d hear the panting, feel the weight of the muscle bound jock fall onto his body.

    Then he’d see the others, they’d be standing in front of him, and he’d see them stroking their own cocks. Brad’s was rather puny really, but man did it hold a lot of cum. It was like watching a floodgate open, the way it would gush out. He always made it a point to aim his cock at his eyes, to shoot his cum above his lips, and he would always cum before Russ.

    Russ had a bigger cock than Bradley, but not as big or thick as Chase’s. He would cum last, always. Unlike Bradley, he would just aim it towards Clayton, not caring were his cum fell. It was generally a single shot, before the rest merely dribbled out. But he made the most noise of the three when he came.

    When they were finished, they’d come closer, wiping their semi hard cocks across his face, slapping him with the poles. It never hurt, but it was just one more thing for him to hate about them. The way they would act. Chase would have recovered by then, his breathing still a little ragged, as he’d pull out and pant for a minute, then after the other’s had slapped his face with their cocks, he’d push him onto his face. It was a hard push too, that would make him fall forward, and then they would all laugh, and leave.

    It was the laughter that made him feel the hurt the most. Skylar, he was different, he never laughed or pushed him afterwards. Maybe that was why it was mostly just the two of them. At times, Clayton wondered if the other’s knew about all the times that Skylar would take him, or have him take him? He doubted if they knew, because when they’d fuck, none of the others would be around. When he had sucked Skylar off, maybe half the time the others had been around, but they never unzipped, never shot on him like they did when it was Chase getting the blow job.

    The sex with Skylar wasn’t rough either. It was forced, but then he also knew that he would do it anyhow. He liked Skylar, who was your typical jock. He had the blond hair, the steely eyes, and the rugged handsome face. Also, he had the well built body to go with it all. He had a smile to die for too, one that made him look sweet and innocent. The perfect model of young male manhood, and from the moment he first saw him naked, he felt like he had found the perfect sex God.

    Unlike the others, he was uncut. His cock when fully aroused was bigger than Chase’s cut one, and it was a damn sight thicker too. Still, when he would enter Clayton, it hurt but not like when Chase would fuck him. Skylar never rammed it in at first, he worked it in, until Clayton was comfortable with it. He would start off slow too, building up to that moment.

    Once he put aside that it was not really his choice, he rather enjoyed the times with Skylar. It was never done under the bleachers, or in the locker room either. It was off in the park most of the time, and Skylar would always have a blanket. It was those little things that made him hesitate over the ‘send’ button.

    In all honesty, Skylar had never really hurt him. He had fucked him, made him suck his cock, but he rather found doing Skylar exciting. At home, he would jerk off at times, to the memory of the last sex with Skylar. He would relive how he would undress himself, not fully erect either.

    He would let Clayton suck on his cock, to get it hard enough so he could fuck. Skylar let him touch him, let him play with his foreskin until it was taut and pushed back. He loved the taste too, of the cock as he would suck on it, stroking it at times, pulling the skin back to let his tongue lick at the head. Then when Skylar was fully aroused, he would be the one to put the condom on.

    Skylar would moan too, not grunt like some ape. His hands would rest on Clayton’s head while he sucked on the cock. It would guide him, but never really force him to take more. He never gagged when he sucked on Skylar’s cock. A few times, he even managed to play with the big balls that dangled underneath. Suck them too, which would make Skylar groan. It was obvious, he enjoyed the foreplay.

    Being fucked by him, was just as rewarding. The way he would let Clayton lay on his back, lift his legs up in the air and hold them, while Skylar would get down on his knees, shuffle in close, his hard cock in his hand. He’d lean over, his hair dangling over Clayton’s face, then he would push his cock along Clayton’s valley, spreading his cheeks with it, until it lodged up against the hole.

    He would look down at Clayton, a strange smile on his lips, as he would lightly press in, watching Clayton’s face for any sign of pain. He would feel his muscles around his hole resisting, but slowly giving in, as Skylar’s cock would continue to push inwards. He would feel that first rush of pain, and it would show on his face, as Skylar would stop then, letting his body get used to the feeling.

    Then he’d push a bit more, and a bit more, until finally the head would slide past his hole, then again he’d wait. He would be breathing harder too, his nostrils would be flaring which excited Clayton a little. Then, still staring at Clayton, he would move his hips forward, guiding his cock further inside.

    Once fully inside, he’d slowly move it out, then back in. It would be like for several thrusts, each one becoming a bit quicker than the one before. He would close his eyes then, as Skylar would begin to push harder, groan a bit more often as he would drive the cock deeper.

    Drops of sweat would bead up on Skylar’s forehead, then drop down onto Clayton. He knew then that it would be soon. Skylar would begin to push faster, to drive the cock in deeper each time and eventually the groans became constant. The feeling of his throbbing cock inside would become enjoyable, the waves of pleasure racing up and down his whole body. He would shudder, as he took the huge cock as deep as possible. His own body would try to match the rhythm of Skylar’s and soon he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh. He could feel the jolts of their two bodies colliding at the butt. His cheeks would feel sticky as did Skylar’s groin.

    He would begin to gyrate his hips every now and then, making his cock twist and turn. His balls would slap up against his buttocks, and Skylar would begin to moan a little. When he did, his body seemed to go faster, like kicking into overdrive. He felt the cock now ram into his body, nearly come out before racing back inside. He would moan too, his body enjoying the hard heavy pounding until his balls would ache, his own cock throb as he felt the pleasure rising inside of him. He would groan, and reach out and grab his cock, stroking it while Skylar pounded his butt.

    It never took him long then, to feel his own cock stiffen and then explode. His cum would spurt through his clenched fist and all over his trembling belly, Some would splatter up too, and he knew Skylar could feel it. It made him pound him harder, faster, and soon after he had cum, Skylar would cry out, his whole body would stiffen, and his legs would shoot out, All the weight now centered on his crotch.

    He felt like a jack hammer had been let go inside his ass. Skylar would be groaning and moaning, as he would be driving the cock hard into Clayton, then it would end quickly. His whole body would suddenly tremble first, then the cock inside would jerk back a little, then rear forwards. Clayton would feel Skylar’s deep hard thrust forward, and he could feel the cock throbbing inside of him, feel it shooting even, despite the condom. He felt it all, and soon Skylar would be on top of him, panting. His own legs would be spread apart, his knees up in the air, but his feet on the ground, as Skylar would be on top of him.

    They would lay there for several minutes, panting and feeling the air cool their sweat soaked bodies. Eventually Skylar would get off him, and give him a strange look, then simply get dressed. It would all be over then, and he would make his way home, and Skylar would head off to where ever jocks went at night. Still, it always felt like he wanted to stay something, but never did.

    Looking at his finger, Clayton moved it away from the ‘send’ button, and hit the ‘delete’ button instead. He wouldn’t have minded sending it, if not for Skylar. Besides, there were other ways of paying those others back.


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  • Winter of 1984 – Toronto

    I was an eighteen year old street punk who was always curious about older men. Thanks to Tony, I’ll always seek out the older, mature man for the rest of my life.

    I met him through a fellow street punk. It was a really cold evening and we had nowhere warm to spend the night. Alex spoke of an older guy who let him stay at his house sometimes. No strings attached. He said he didn’t like going there because Tony was gay, but when you were stuck, sometimes there was no other way. This was one of those nights. As soon as Alex mentioned Tony was gay I got an immediate erection. I was looking forward to meeting this man.

    It was about 11:30pm when Alex knocked on the big oak door. The wind howled and the snow came down in massive flakes as the door creaked open and we were greeted by the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Tony welcomed us in with a very sophisticated and gentlemanly British accent. I took off my jacket and held it in front of my crotch. I was so hard I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Our eyes locked, and I could feel myself blushing as this lovely lovely man appraised me from head to toe. He took my hand gently and I swear I thought I was going to pass out. I glanced at Alex and there was no doubt he knew what was going on. He gave us both weird looks and then just turned and went upstairs. He had been here before and apparently knew what bedroom was his.

    Tony took my coat and hung it on the rack by the door. ‘Are you hungry by any chance?’, he asked in his sexy, polite brogue.

    ‘Kind of,’ I responded shyly. I really wanted to tell him what I was truly hungry for – his lusciously lean, muscular and slightly hairy body. He donned a handsomely dark blue bath robe. His scent was that of a real man. No cologne or overbearing synthetic perfume, but the aroma of soap mixed with the slight hint of body odor and pipe smoke. Certainly not offensive smells to a horny guy like me. I found myself moving closer to him as he prepared a sandwich for me.

    I stared at him and soaked in his wonderful features. 6′ tall with a lean, trim physique. Not overly muscular at all. Long arms and torso. His hair was receding, yet revealed a nicely shaped forehead which represented maturity and life experience. His hair was all gray and I placed his age at about 60. Truly a man I could learn from and admire.

    ‘Do you live here alone?’ I asked meekly.

    He looked me directly in the eye and replied, ‘Yes I do, why do you ask?’

    I stammered a bit, but eventually said, ‘Because you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.’ I could feel the heat between us as I neared even closer to him. We locked eyes as he put his arm around my waist and drew me tight against him. I took my trembling hand and brushed it against the stubble on his cheek. I was shivering now and he whispered in my ear that it was ok. We embraced and rocked for several minutes before meeting face to face once again. Our lips touched ever so gently, parting to allow our hot, wet tongues to seek each other out. My body went utterly limp. At that moment there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for this man. His hardness ground against mine as we leaned against the kitchen counter and kissed for what seemed like hours. I was totally lost in lust and passion. My heart throbbed at the velocity of a hummingbird’s beating wings and life became completely surreal. Sounds and smells were now enhanced by a million times and before long, Tony and I were completely nude, exploring every nuance of each other’s body and soul.

    This was not my first homosexual encounter. However, it may as well have been. The things this man did to my body as I submitted to his fingers and tongue sent me into the stratosphere. Cum dripped from the head of my massively engorged cock. My nipples were on fire as he nibbled one and tweaked the other with his experienced, deft fingers. I could feel my asshole tingling with outrageous desire as he just slightly brushed against it with his arm. I was his slave. Forever.

    My new lover gently pushed me back onto the huge oak dining room table, pausing only to place a towel beneath my head to ensure I was comfortable. He smiled down at me lovingly before spreading my legs wide and kneeling down to rim my now burning anal canal. I moaned aloud as his expert tongue aroused the nerves around my eager sphincter. For 15 minutes Tony brought me to places I never dreamed possible. Before long, I looked at him and begged, ‘Make love to me Tony, please?’

    He kissed me gently. ‘Are you sure?’

    ‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.’

    ‘Is this your first time?’ He smiled at me.

    ‘Y-ee-s…,’ I stuttered.

    ‘I’m 8 inches in length John. It might be a bit painful at first.’

    ‘I want to learn, I want you.’ I glared at him in complete lust, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing his lips hard.

    He nodded to the floor and I got down on my hands and knees. I was completely at his mercy now. I didn’t turn around as I heard him open and close a drawer. Just then I felt a wonderful sensation around my hole. Vibrations. I could feel my anus open up as the vibrations made their way along my spine, sending chills up the back of my neck. He was feeding me a vibrator. What a feeling!! Nothing else mattered at that moment. The world could have collapsed in on itself and it wouldn’t have mattered. I was already in heaven.

    Just then the vibrations stopped. In their place was something very big. Hard like steel, it impaled me slowly. Much to my surprise, there was no pain whatsoever. Only pure joy. He had prepared me well with his expert skills. Entering me slowly, every half inch or so, he would tweak my nipples and stroke my achingly erect member. Before long, he was using long strokes and taking me like I had always wanted to be taken. I cried out loud, very loud. ‘Oh Tony, take me baby. Teach me. I’m yours forever. Ohhhhhh….’

    My lover’s heavy breathing was contagious as we both panted and moaned. Every once in a while one of us shouting out some lustful comment.

    This was sheer bliss. My mind reeled with euphoria. This was a drug like no other. The sensations on my prostate were indescribable. By now Tony was fucking me hard and fast. I knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, so I blurted out, ‘Cum down my throat!’ I guess this must have sent him over the edge, as he grunted very loudly, pulled out of me and waited until I turned to kneel in front of him. We both ripped the condom from his huge cock and I engulfed it in one swallow. As it reached the back of my throat, seed shot out of his prick like bullets from an automatic weapon. Just then I shot a wad of spunk all over his feet and legs as I beat myself. My orgasm lasting for what seemed like forever. I had never cum like this before. Never so much discharge.

    Wave after wave of his semen was still making it’s way down my stomach. I eagerly devoured his delicious cum and then let the last shot hit me on the lips so I could play it with it for a while. Tony stood there for what seemed like a very long time, looking down at me and shivering. The look on his face was one of sheer bliss. He helped me up from the floor and we kissed for a very long time. Slow, tender meaningful kisses. We laughed like children and drank in each others’ smells, tastes and heat. It was the most beautiful moment of my life.

    ‘I waited 62 years for this,’ he said to me earnestly.

    ‘I never thought it could be so good,’ I responded.

    Taking me by the hand, Tony led me upstairs to his bedroom. We didn’t come out for three days.

    I lived with Tony for 2 years, got off the street, finished college and have only looked back to think about the best lover I will ever have. God Bless you Tony. May your soul rest in peace forever.


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  • Backpacking With Uncle Rusty

    When I was growing up, I always idolized my Uncle Rusty. Rusty was Mom’s ‘baby’ brother, but even as a teenager he was by far the biggest and most powerful man on either side of my family. He was only a few years older than me, so he was more like a big brother than an uncle. Uncle Rusty was a good athlete, and his best sport was wrestling. I got Mom to take me to his high school matches, and he always wrestled last: in the heavyweight category. He was 6′ 2′ tall and 215 pounds of solid muscle, with far more hair on his chest than any of his team mates or opponents. The skimpy wrestling uniform showed off both the muscles and the bulge in his crotch to the maximum degree, and gazing at him induced my first stirring of budding male lust. Uncle Rusty was almost unbeatable in his junior and senior years, and I was his biggest fan.

    When he came around to my house, I would always play-wrestle with him, wrapping my arms around his strong body and inhaling his manly smell. He would let me climb all over him, but he always ended up pinning me (like so many of his opponents) with a ‘half-nelson’: me flat on my back with his left arm wrapped around my head and his right arm between my legs so his hand reached up to my lower back. Although I always struggled when he had me pinned, I loved the way it made me feel; his chest against mine, my face pulled against his musty armpit, and his solid right bicep pressing against my hard dick.

    One night at the end of the summer, just before he went away to college, he was babysitting me (my parents were over-protective, and I was an only child). ‘Time for bed, Sport; get your pajamas on,’ he said, as the TV show we were watching came to an end.

    ‘No way, Uncle Rusty. I wanna stay up to watch the next show,’ I said with mock defiance.

    ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I’ll just have to carry you upstairs and put them on you myself.’ He plucked me off the couch and slung me over his broad shoulder; I wiggled to escape, but my heart pounded with excitement as I thought about Uncle Rusty stripping me nude as I struggled.

    He threw me down on my bed and started pulling off my tee shirt as I laughed and twisted around just enough to play the game, but not enough to keep him from removing my clothes. In a minute, I was down to my white briefs and he said ‘well, are you going to get in your pajamas now or do I need to keep going?’

    ‘Betcha can’t!’ was my playful reply.

    As I rolled onto my stomach, holding tight to the waistband of my underpants, he picked me up with one of his strong arms around my stomach and yanked down my jockey shorts with a quick jerk, revealing my squirming skinny butt. Then he laid me down across his muscular thighs as he sat down on the edge of my bed. ‘You’ve been so naughty,’ he said with a grin ‘you need to be spanked’. He started swatting his hand (not very hard) on my bare ass, and I was twisting my body around to get away. Suddenly I rolled over on his lap and there was my cock, as stiff and long as I had ever seen it. Uncle Rusty’s face turned a little red, but his eyes stayed focused on my boner. I was breathing heavily, excited from the strenuous playing, aroused by the feelings in my deliciously-stiff boner, and loving the way Rusty was staring at it.

    ‘Hey,’ he said finally; ‘time for those pajamas!’ and rolled me off his lap. As he got up, I saw him reach down to adjust his pants to try and conceal the bulge that was there. ‘Goodnight, Sport’ he called as he quickly left the room, leaving me to fantasize about things I didn’t yet fully understand.

    With college and summer jobs out-of-town, Uncle Rusty wasn’t around as much for the next few years. I still loved to rough-house with him whenever he came to visit on vacations, though. One time he came over around Thanksgiving and rolled up his sleeve to show me his massive right bicep; a Greek letter (‘lambda’, he said), three inches high, had been branded onto his arm with a hot iron. Uncle Rusty explained that the ancient Greeks were the greatest civilization the world had ever known and wrestling was their favorite sport. Lambda, he explained, was the ancient symbol for the warriors of Sparta, who were the best fighters and best wrestlers. Several other members of the wrestling team at the university had also gotten the brand at the same time. I ran my finger over the raised scar and thought it was the coolest, most manly thing I had ever seem; it made guys with tattoos on their arms look like wimps.

    I was a ‘late bloomer’ sexually, and hit puberty several years after a lot of the guys I observed in the showers at school. One night in bed I was stroking my cock and fantasizing, as usual, about Uncle Rusty. My mind kept going back and forth between images of him on the wrestling mat dominating an opponent (whose identity my mind quickly transformed into me), of him spanking my squirming bare ass, of displaying my hard cock to him, and having fantasies about him doing things to it that drove me crazy with lust. I kept stroking myself faster and faster, my mind racing with fantasy images, and my body riding a wave of pure pleasure. My first-ever orgasm exploded with an intensity I could hardly believe, and drops of cum sprayed up onto my chest. God, I wished Uncle Rusty could have been there for real!

    It wasn’t too many months later that my wish came true. One afternoon when I came home from school, Mom said to me ‘your Uncle Rusty called today and offered to take you backpacking for a couple days over Spring Vacation. If you want to go, it’s ok with your Dad and me.’ ‘Do I?!’ I almost shouted. ‘That’ll be so cool!’

    Rusty was a senior in college then, and he’d just finished up his college wrestling career at a big university in North Carolina with a first place in the conference tournament. He was even more of a solid block of muscle than in high school, while I was a skinny 18-year-old kid who looked several years younger… not yet to my full height, and with very little in the way of muscles. When Mom kissed me goodbye and I hopped in Uncle Rusty’s car, I was bubbling over with excitement.

    ‘Tell me all about the backpacking trip, Uncle Rusty,’ I begged. He said we’d be camping in a national forest in western North Carolina, and the weather looked to be warm in the daytime and cool at night. On the second day, we would be joined at the campsite by Brian, Rusty’s best friend from college, and Brian’s young buddy Todd, who was about my age. I’d never met either of them before, but Rusty assured me that we’d all get along great. He had borrowed a backpack for me and already had the tent, an extra sleeping bag, and all the other gear.

    At the head of the trail where we parked the car, Uncle Rusty loaded almost all of the equipment in his own backpack. I was just carrying my sleeping bag and extra clothes. Still, he lifted up his heavy pack as if it were empty and swung it onto his back. ‘Let’s go, Sport,’ he said as he started walking down the trail. He’d hiked these mountains lots of times and knew some good places that weren’t on any trail map. Walking behind him, I watched the muscles in his muscular legs flex with each stride, and my mind wandered to sexual thoughts (as it often did anyway). I soon popped a boner and rubbed my hand gently along the front of my shorts. I was so distracted by sensual thoughts and feelings that I walked right into Uncle Rusty when he stopped to take a rest beside a wide creek running through the thick woods.

    Pulling off our packs, hiking boots, and socks, we sat on the bank and dangled our feet in the water. ‘Let’s really cool off,’ said Rusty; ‘this part of the creek is deep enough to swim in.’ He peeled off his tee shirt, quickly dropped his shorts and underwear, and waded out to the middle of the cool stream.

    Despite my sexual fantasies about Uncle Rusty, I didn’t want him to see that I had a boner; he might think I was a queer (a matter that was a toss-up in my own mind). So I said ‘no, I’ll just sit here.’

    Rusty waded back over with a smile on his face and said ‘don’t be a wuss; remember that time you didn’t want to get in your pajamas? Do I need to help you get out of your clothes again?’ In a moment he was standing in front of me in the water, and in a scene right out of my jack-off fantasies he began to pull off my pants. This time I didn’t resist, raising my hips as the pants and white briefs slid down my thighs. Even if I didn’t already have a boner, I’m sure this erotic deja vu would have instantly produced one.

    Spying my hard-on, Uncle Rusty remarked ‘Hmmm…, just like that other time; but you’ve grown since then, Sport. How about if I get mine hard too?’

    ‘Sure!’ I replied, a little too enthusiastically, and watched as he began to stroke on his dangling hose of a dick.

    Quickly, his rod began to lengthen, thicken, and rise up under the urging of his fingers. No longer embarrassed by my arousal, I proudly showed off my slender 5 inch erection as Uncle Rusty climbed up on the stream bank, water dripping from his body, his 9-inch cock rising powerfully from the dense mat of reddish pubic hair, and his walnut-size balls pulled up tight from the cold water. Like me, he was circumcised, but his thick pole made my dick look puny. He sat down next to me and said ‘you’ve got a really nice cock there, Sport. How about we feel each other up?’ I said nothing, but reached over and wrapped my hand around Uncle Rusty’s impressive rod, feeling the heat coming from it even though it still dripped with cool water.

    We lay side-by-side, with Uncle Rusty’s right arm around my shoulder. I nestled my head against his heavily-muscled upper chest as we slowly jacked each other’s hard dicks. I marveled at how the circumference of my uncle’s massive rod was too great for my hand to fit around. Uncle Rusty said ‘let me give you a treat’. He turned his body around so his head was just above my quivering cock. I watched as his tongue gently bathed my cock, all along the shaft and especially on the cock-head. Then he took me in his mouth, and all 5 inches disappeared. Each time his head bobbed up and down, his lips and tongue stimulated the nerve endings along my teenage erection until I moaned loudly from the intense sensations. Uncle Rusty then took my balls in his mouth and teased them with his tongue. Then he pulled up my legs and brought his tongue into contact with my puckered virgin asshole. I just about jumped out of my skin from the blast of erotic stimulation it caused when he licked all around and then pushed the tip of his tongue against the clenched muscle.

    Switching back to suck my dick, he slid a spit-slick finger all around my twitching asshole as I squirmed with erotic delight at the feeling and pulled my legs up to give him better access. He slowly inserted his finger deep into my ass and massaged a spot that produced an electric shock of pure erotic pleasure throughout my body. As Uncle Rusty’s finger wiggled around deep inside my gyrating butt, his mouth was bringing me to a new level of ecstasy.

    The only thing that pulled me out of my erotic dream world was the nearness of Uncle Rusty’s rigid pole to my face and my desire to give this man pleasure. As I held Uncle Rusty’s straining cock in both hands, I breathed in the aroma of raw male sex and of the clean mountain stream water that clung in beads to his dense pubic hair.

    Uncle Rusty pulled his mouth off my cock long enough to say ‘lick it all over and then concentrate on the head; be careful you don’t scrape me with your teeth.’ I was glad to know what to do and went at it with a hunger to give pleasure that nearly matched my hunger to receive it. Even so, our 69 session was pretty one-sided; Uncle Rusty slowed his pace, but kept sucking me deep into his mouth as I licked his rod like a lollipop. I felt like I was on the edge of cumming for a very long time and my mind and body were awash with intense stimulation. I licked roughly at the piss-slit and then opened my mouth wide to take in his cock, licking all around the sensitive skin of his cock-head. My lips glided up and down over the first two inches of Uncle Rusty’s delicious boner, concentrating on the sensitive ridge . I felt Uncle Rusty’s body tense with the sensations I was causing, and his mouth worked harder and faster on my teenage dick. That sent me over the edge, and I shouted as my cock started pumping cum into my uncle’s greedy mouth, my hips thrusting wildly to push deeper into his throat, and my asshole clenching hard around his finger every time my dick pulsed another shot of cum.

    Uncle Rusty must have known that my virgin mouth couldn’t suck on his thick cock for too long, so he pulled out after he had sucked me dry. ‘I’ll finish myself off,’ he said, ‘but there’s something I want you to do.’

    ‘Sure, Uncle Rusty’ I replied breathlessly; ‘I’ll do anything you ask.’

    ‘Stick your finger in your bottom like I was doing to you and move it in and out.’ I lay on my back with my legs pulled up and slid a finger in; it gave me an immediate erotic rush that caused my penis to twitch. Uncle Rusty positioned himself on his knees between my legs and stroked his beautiful big erection with one hand, while the other hand cupped and squeezed his balls. The vision made me start to get hard again, only minutes after I had shot a load. ‘Now use two fingers’ instructed Uncle Rusty, and I was pleased to discover that two felt even better than one. I continued to finger-fuck my hole and began jacking off with my other hand, watching my ruggedly handsome uncle pleasure himself in long strokes on his 9-inch pole.

    We both picked up the pace at the same time, as I felt my second orgasm welling up inside me. Uncle Rusty’s hand raced up and down on the top third of his cock, his right bicep flexing with the building tension. Then cum exploded from my uncle’s rod, the first spurt hitting my face, and the rest spattering all over my cock, balls, asshole, and hands. As he grunted with lust, I finished myself off using his slippery cum to lube my dick and my ass-fucking fingers. In a few seconds, I too was overtaken by a crashing orgasm. I lay back, exhausted, watching Uncle Rusty’s erection slowly subside as he smiled down on me.

    ‘You like the way it feels when you have something in your ass, don’t you,’ stated Uncle Rusty with a grin.

    ‘Yeah’ I replied, a little embarrassed at just how much I liked it.

    ‘You know, tonight I could put my cock in your ass, and it would feel really good for both of us. It’s the way men have sex with each other,’ he said in a soothing voice.

    I was startled at the thought of his thick rod inside my body, but I said ‘I’ll do it if you want me to, Uncle Rusty.’

    ‘Tell you what, Sport; I’ve got something in my backpack that will stretch you out a little, and we can have real sex tonight.’ He pulled out a plastic butt-plug and a small bottle of lubricant. Lubing the toy up well, he spread my legs and eased it into my hole. It gave me a strange, but not unpleasant sensation, and I asked ‘what now?’

    ‘Just keep it in there while we hike the rest of the way if you can. If it gets uncomfortable, we can take it out anytime.’

    As I walked along, I quickly got accustomed to the feeling of fullness created by the plug. In fact, my mind kept wandering to fantasies of Uncle Rusty fucking me in the ass, and my dick was frequently hard for the whole rest of the hike.

    We hiked deep into the forest, sometimes in areas that didn’t even have a trail. It was almost dusk when we got to the spot that Uncle Rusty said ‘belonged’ to him and his friend Brian. There was a good-sized flat clearing with a fire ring of stones from the nearby creek. He set up camp while I collected firewood in the forest. When I got back with an armload of sticks, Uncle Rusty had already started a small fire and had spread the two sleeping bags out on the ground and zipped them together to make one large bed. ‘Come over here, Sport,’ he instructed, and I dropped the wood and ran over to him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I drank in the sight of his bulging, hairy pectoral muscles.

    ‘Strip nude for me, Sport; I want to see that good-looking cock again,’ he said, and stood there with his hands resting on his hips. I was a little embarrassed, but the primary emotion was excitement as I pulled the tee shirt off my skinny, hairless chest and then slowly lowered my pants and undershorts. I looked down and watched my dick rise in a graceful arc as it instantly pumped to a full erection. Uncle Rusty stood in front of me and ran his hands through my hair, over my shoulders and chest, and then gently fondled my cock and balls. ‘Undo my pants, Sport. Get down on your knees and pull them down,’ he instructed.

    I knelt before him, unbuttoning, unzipping, and slowly peeling the cut-off jeans down over his muscular thighs. To my delight, Uncle Rusty wasn’t wearing underpants, and his hose-like penis dangled invitingly right in front of my face.

    ‘Use your mouth; get me hard,’ he said, putting his hand behind my head to draw me closer.

    Cupping his loose-hanging ball-sack with one hand, I grasped my uncle’s large, soft penis with the other, feeling it pulse with lustful vitality. My lips encircled the cock-head and my tongue danced over smooth, hot skin. With a sense of wonder and exhilaration I felt the magnificent tool begin to pump full of hot blood. Wanting to please Uncle Rusty, I took his thick cock as deep as I could in my overstuffed mouth, moving up and down on the upper shaft with my lips as I stroked the lower shaft vigorously with both hands, one above the other.

    Uncle Rusty suddenly pulled my head off his throbbing meat. ‘Whoa, Sport. You’re getting me so hot I might shoot my load right now if you don’t let up. You sure know how to make your Uncle Rusty feel good!’

    I glowed with pride and excitement, waiting for what would come next. I stayed on my knees on the sleeping bag while Uncle Rusty backed off and threw some more wood on the fire. It was getting dark, and the air was getting chilly, so the light and warmth of the flames made the environment perfect.

    ‘Lie down and pull your legs back, Sport. Time to pull the plug.’ I had grown so used to having the butt plug over the past several hours that I had almost forgotten that it was there, stretching my asshole and bowels. I looped my arms around the backs of my knees, exposing my pink asshole. Uncle Rusty gently eased the plug past the circle of muscle, causing a jolt of sexual sensation that made my stiff penis pulse with pleasure. The emptiness in my rectum produced a strong desire to be filled again — and I knew I wanted it to be filled by Uncle Rusty’s 9-inch rod.

    After tossing the plug aside, Uncle Rusty knelt down between my legs and placed his hands on my slender ass cheeks, pulling them apart. His mouth dipped down, and I felt the incredible sensation of the tip of his tongue sliding into my stretched hole, probing in and out and licking at the nerve endings that lay just beneath the puckered skin of my asshole. Then, sitting back on his heels, Uncle Rusty reached for a small bottle of lubricant, applied it generously to his cock and my ass, and positioned himself at the gate of my virgin hole.

    ‘You’ll need to relax the muscle as I slide in, Sport. Kinda push out while I ease in, and it’ll be fine.’ I nodded my understanding, and he began to push slowly but firmly, pausing every half-inch or so. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt some, but the pain was mixed with a warm glow of pleasure that built as more and more of the thick 9 inches entered me. I closed my eyes and let my head swirl with these new and exciting sensations.

    When Uncle Rusty stopped moving altogether, I opened my eyes to see him staring down at my face. ‘I’m all the way in you, Sport. You doing ok?’

    ‘Yeah; I’m doing fine,’ I gasped.

    Then he leaned down and licked my ear lightly and whispered ‘you’re fantastic; ready for a good fuck?’

    ‘I’d do anything with you, Uncle Rusty.’

    ‘Alright; let’s go!’ he said, and proceeded to pull his cock slowly out about half way, then sank it back in until his thick pubic hair tickled my asshole. He took it slow for the first several minutes, but gradually picked up speed. The stinging sensation soon subsided as my fuck-hole became accustomed to the length and thickness of my uncle’s stiff rod. Before long, he was plowing my ass with long strokes, his face and hairy chest glistening with beads of sweat that caught the light of the campfire. Uncle Rusty’s heavy balls slapped against my ass with each in-stroke, the sound mingling with the grunts and moans coming from our mouths.

    I was mesmerized by the overwhelming physical sensation of having my body completely taken over by my powerful uncle. My own cock pulsed with lust as I jacked myself to the edge of orgasm, holding myself at the brink with a few quick strokes, pausing, then a few more jerks. All the while, this bull of a man was driving his slippery cock again and again deep into my virgin ass, vocalizing his lust and dripping sweat onto my hairless chest.

    I cried out with pleasure at every fast, hard stroke of his thick cock ‘Oh!… Yeah!… Oh!… God!…Yes!… Fuck!!’ Several times it popped out, only to thrust back in to the hilt.

    Suddenly he stopped, with his cock deep inside me. Breathing hard, he said ‘grab me around the neck and wrap your legs around my waist.’ When I did as he had instructed, he rose up off the ground, holding me with a hand on each ass cheek, and stood before the campfire, his powerful cock buried within me. Uncle Rusty held my 125-pound body as if it were a feather pillow and began once again to fuck his massive cock in and out of my tight, slippery hole. I held on tight to his thick muscular neck and flexed my legs to raise my ass up with each of Uncle Rusty’s out-strokes, then lowered back down as he thrust his meat back in. Uncle Rusty’s mouth found mine, and our lips pressed together, then our tongues swirled and probed against each other. I was delirious with passion, sucking my uncle’s tongue and feeling him dominate my body totally. My own cock brushed back and forth against the thick, sweaty hair on his belly, keeping me close to orgasm.

    ‘Oh yeah… here it cums!’ he shouted as he pumped savagely inside my ass, and his cock spewed pulse after pulse of hot cum deep into my body. This put me over the edge too, and my teenage dick pumped a spray of cum onto his thick chest hair. He sank to his knees, his cock still spearing my ass, and lay me down on my back. Using his finger to wipe a glop of my cum off his chest, he licked it off, swirled it on his tongue, and then brought his mouth to mine to share the fluid. With his meat still inside me, he rolled both of us over so that I was on top of him, still kissing, clenching my ass muscle rhythmically on his softening penis.

    I dozed off lying there on top of him, and when I awoke I was in the tent and it was morning. I had been so exhausted that Uncle Rusty had moved me without my waking up. He knelt beside me with a cup of hot chocolate and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, all cooked over the campfire. Getting out of the sleeping bag, I looked around for my clothes.

    ‘I want you to stay naked, Sport,’ said Rusty. ‘Do it as a favor to me, ok?’

    I thought for a minute and asked ‘what about when Brian and Todd get here?’

    Uncle Rusty just said ‘it’ll be ok; just wait and see.’

    Fortunately the day warmed up quickly, because I didn’t wear anything but my socks and hiking boots. Also, it was too early in the year for mosquitos – another lucky break. I was like a puppy dog following Uncle Rusty around, eager to do whatever he suggested, and (also like a puppy) being frequently petted when I pleased him. Of course the petting included caressing strokes to my cock and ass, as well as hugs against his solid body and sloppy tongue-to-tongue kisses.

    To my disappointment, there was no fucking, sucking, or jerking off all morning and into the afternoon. I gloried in the freedom from clothing, however, feeling proud that Uncle Rusty admired my body and enjoying the sensuous feeling of my dick bouncing around in the warm air as I walked and ran. We explored the woods, climbed to the tops of rocky hills, and fished in the stream. It seemed like we were the only two people in the whole world, and that my nudity was totally natural.

    It was late-afternoon when we heard someone calling Rusty’s name. Uncle Rusty wrapped his strong arm around my shoulder and said ‘looks like our camping buddies are here.’

    My nakedness suddenly felt very awkward and embarrassing, and as the two hikers walked up to us, I hid my crotch with both hands. There before me stood Brian: a herculean specimen of muscular development, every bit as impressive as Uncle Rusty. He was a ruggedly handsome dark-haired college senior who was Rusty’s wrestling teammate and best friend. And beside him was Todd, a slender teenager with delicate features, a healthy tan, and an unruly mop of bond hair. He had a sort of half-smile on his face as he saw my embarrassment.

    Uncle Rusty looked down at me, saw that I was covering myself, and said in a low but firm voice ‘hands to your sides, Sport; now!’ I removed the shield and felt my cock rising to attention as Brian and Todd stared down at it.

    ‘So this must be Billy,’ Brian said in a friendly voice. ‘I guess it’s not fair for you to be the only bare-ass camper here. Todd, strip down.’ The slender 18-year-old boy gave a little shrug and immediately pulled off his shirt, pants, and underwear, putting his hiking boots back on. He had a beautiful circumcised dick and a modest growth of dark blond pubic hair, but his slender frame was otherwise devoid of body hair. I also noticed that his tan extended to the area of his body normally covered by a bathing suit; obviously he had also discovered the pleasures of running around outside without a stitch of clothing. Now he was the one being stared at and he too popped a boner that he made no effort to hide. His erection was slender and rose up just a little taller than mine — maybe 5-1/2 inches.

    ‘Me and Brian are going into the tent to relax,’ said Rusty, giving Brian a wink. ‘Why don’t you boys take off and play around the woods till it starts getting dark in an hour or so. We’ll call you, so don’t go too far.’

    Todd and I ran off together and I showed him some of the places I’d explored earlier. I raced him to the top of a steep hill, and we both flopped down on our backs on the moss-covered ground, out of breath and exhilarated. After a long pause, Todd asked ‘so how long have you been Rusty’s boy?’

    I didn’t know what he meant and said something intelligent, like ‘huh?’

    Todd said ‘you know; how long’s he been fucking you?’

    I was flustered and muttered that yesterday was the first time I’d ever been fucked, by anybody. In fact, I told him, before yesterday the most I ever did was beat off by myself in my bedroom.

    Todd said ‘I’ve been Brian’s boy for almost a year. I met him when I joined this program that matches athletes at the college with high school kids who don’t have dads, and we really hit it off.’ I asked him to tell me what it was like being somebody’s ‘boy’.

    ‘It’s really cool!’ Todd said. ‘He takes me to the beach on weekends and we go to movies, basketball games, and arcades and stuff. And of course there’s the sex. He has the hardest body and the nicest cock of anyone I’ve ever been with, and just thinking about him makes my asshole hungry for another fuck. Even before I got together with Brian, I was a real boy-slut. I kinda had a reputation at my high school for being willing to suck or fuck with any guy who asked me. The first day Brian and I were together, I thought I would need to seduce him to get him to have sex. Turned out that he was already hot for guys, so we were a perfect match.’

    Listening to Todd, and sneaking looks at his beautiful body was making me really horny, and wondered how to ask Todd if we could play around. We lay on our sides there on the hilltop, without speaking but feeling a growing erotic charge. As I thought of how to frame my question, he read my mind and said ‘Looks like we both have boners, Billy. Wanna do some stuff?’

    A warm rush went through my body, and without a word I reached over and ran my hand over his smooth, hairless chest. He grinned and scooted over so that our naked bodies nestled together and we held each other in a tender embrace. Our cocks touched, and I pressed my hips forward with an urgency to be close to this boy I had just met. We kissed hungrily, our tongues diving deep into each other’s mouth, and our hands eagerly explored each other’s bodies. Todd was so different from Uncle Rusty – his body so slender, small-boned, and smooth. His cock felt a lot like my own, and I stroked and squeezed it lovingly.

    ‘Let’s suck each other!’ Todd said after an extended make-out session, and he flipped his body so we lay on our sides in opposite directions. I licked all around the head of his perfect erection and brought my lips slowly down on his shaft, then pulling back to the top, and then sliding down a little farther along his tasty meat. I marveled at how good his dick felt in my mouth. My tongue bathed Todd’s teenage erection all over as I experimented with taking him deeper, into my throat. Meanwhile, Todd was busy working his experienced lips and tongue over my cock, drawing forth surges of sexual pleasure with an intensity I had never before felt.

    We were just getting going really good when I heard a loud whistle off in the distance, and then our names being called.

    ‘We better head back’ I said reluctantly. As we approached the campsite, we could see the fire was blazing and all four sleeping bags were spread out in front of it. Brian and Uncle Rusty were also now naked, and their hairy muscular bodies glowed in the light of the fire.

    ‘Well, Rusty; do you think these boys are ready for some wrestling?’ asked Brian in a knowing tone.

    ‘I do believe they are,’ said Uncle Rusty, ‘but we’re going to do this the way the ancient Greeks liked to — nude and oiled.’ He reached into his backpack and removed a half-gallon jug of cooking oil as Brian removed a large sheet of clear plastic tarp from his pack. Spreading the tarp out on top of the sleeping bags created a 10′ x 10′ wrestling mat right next to the warm, glowing fire.

    ‘Stand up men,’ said Uncle Rusty in a hearty voice to Todd and me. ‘Time to get oiled up.’ He unscrewed the top and poured liberal amounts of the corn oil over Todd’s and my bodies. Brian and Uncle Rusty helped us spread the oil so that it covered every inch of our torsos and upper legs. They paid particular attention to our dicks and asses, and we both quickly sprang boners.

    ‘Time to wrestle!’ said Brian in a loud, cheerful voice. ‘The winner gets his asshole rimmed out by the loser.’

    I had done some wrestling a few years back, in PE class at school, and had continued to watch the high school varsity at home, even after Uncle Rusty graduated. As Todd and I grabbed at each other’s slippery bodies, I felt that I had the upper hand in terms of knowledge, but we were evenly matched in strength. I managed to get my arms around Todd’s knees and brought him to the mat, and we squirmed and rolled all around on the tarp, which was now also slick with the oil. My hard cock kept sliding against Todd’s body, and my competitive energy merged with an increasing amount of teenage lust. When I glanced up at Brian and Uncle Rusty, I saw that they too had oiled their bodies. As they watched me and Todd wrestle, the college men were groping each other’s massive erections and rubbing their oiled bodies together.

    I managed to turn Todd over on his back (more from his inexperience at wrestling than from my skill) and pinned his body down with my own, our oiled boners grinding against each other. Todd stopped struggling, and we both relaxed the fighting tension in our bodies, settling into each other’s arms with me still on top, humping my straining hard prick against his.

    ‘Good match, guys’ said Uncle Rusty. ‘Now it’s time for Brian and me to hit the mat.’

    Todd and I stepped off the plastic tarp and the two muscular, hairy college wrestlers crashed against each other like bighorn mountain sheep colliding. Only their good-natured challenges and boasts prevented the display of fiercely powerful competition from looking like gladiators fighting to the death. Both men were sporting erections — Uncle Rusty’s a thick 9 inches and Brian not far behind with an impressive 8 inches — proving that their display of hyper-masculinity was as much sexual as athletic. Their flexing muscles glowed orange as the flickering campfire light reflected off the oil and sweat that covered them.

    In a move that I recognized from his high school wrestling days, Uncle Rusty’s hands grabbed Brian by the wrist and armpit, pulled down and to the side, and he spun around so that he was behind Brian’s back. With an arm around Brian’s upper abdomen, Uncle Rusty reached down with the other hand and grabbed his friend’s cock. In another moment, he tripped the startled Brian off his feet, the two huge young men went crashing to the mat with such force that I could feel the ground shake under me.

    The advantage clearly belonged to Uncle Rusty, and he pressed his shoulder roughly into the middle of Brian’s back, rising on his toes to apply maximum pressure as he used both hands to pry Brian’s left arm behind his back. Inching the captured arm up the big man’s back quickly produced the expected result.

    ‘I give!’ shouted Brian in pain. He added ‘I see you learned a trick or two since the last time we wrestled.’

    Uncle Rusty replied ‘damn straight, buddy; you were lucky that last time, but your ass is mine tonight. Now lift it up so I can get my payback.’

    And as Todd and I watched, Brian raised his ass in submission. Uncle Rusty still held Brian in an arm-lock as he positioned his rock-hard meat at his best friend’s fuck hole. Looking over at us boys, Uncle Rusty said ‘now that wasn’t wrestling by-the-rules, but it’s a little game that Brian and I play. Sometime he wins, sometimes me; and this is what the winner gets….’ At that moment Uncle Rusty plunged his oiled cock deep into Brian’s upraised ass, then pulled back and thrust in again and again, fast and hard.

    Watching these powerful young men as they rutted with animal lust, I felt a vicarious thrill of victory and domination and suddenly remembered I hadn’t claimed the ‘prize’ from my victory over Todd.

    ‘Hey, you owe me a tongue-job, man!’ I said, as I lay down on my back on the tarp next to the fuck-crazed college wrestlers and lifted my legs back to expose the puckered pleasure spot.

    Todd obediently knelt down between my legs and proceeded to worship my sensitive asshole by licking all around the rim and then pushing the tip of his tongue into the opening. I thrashed around in sexual overload, flexing it open to receive his probing tongue as deeply as it could reach. After a few minutes of delirium, I grabbed handfuls of his flowing blond hair, lowered my legs, and pulled his face up to my raging hardon. ‘Blow me, Todd!’ I said in a demanding voice, and again he obeyed with an eagerness to serve my sexual needs.

    Todd’s mouth enveloped my hard dick, and his tongue and lips played the smooth, hot skin like a musical instrument, plunging down so my cockhead was squeezed by his throat, then pulling back up to nibble at my piss-slit, then sliding his cute mouth down my shaft again until his nose nuzzled my sparse bush of pubic hair. I looked up at Uncle Rusty as he fucked away at Brian’s upraised ass; our eyes met and he gave me a wink and a smile.

    Todd pressed two oil-slick fingers against my asshole and then snaked them inside. Like Uncle Rusty had, Todd knew the right spot to stimulate with his fingertips, and simultaneously he put his mouth into blow-job overdrive. I thrust my hips up with desperate urgency and felt the inevitable tide of orgasm begin to rush through my body. Letting out a shout of pure lust, I felt the floodgates open as cum pulsed deeply into Todd’s slurping mouth and gulping throat.

    Seeing my ecstasy sent Uncle Rusty over the edge too, and he roared out like a wild animal, his voice echoing into the deep forest. He collapsed onto Brian’s back, only then releasing his friend from the immobilizing arm-lock.

    When Uncle Rusty rolled off of Brian’s back, Brian sat up and rubbed his sore left arm and said ‘you got me good, buddy; but now I’m so horny I can’t even see straight.’

    Hearing these words, Todd released my softening cock from his mouth and knelt at his mentor’s side.

    ‘That’s my boy!’ said the big wrestler, tousling the slender 18-year-old’s straw-colored hair. ‘Climb on board.’ And as Brian leaned back on his elbows, Todd straddled the man’s body, held Brian’s hard cock up straight, and lowered himself down until all 8 inches of oiled man-meat were buried in Todd’s hungry asshole.

    I went over to where Uncle Rusty sat, and he pulled me onto his lap, my back to his chest, so we could watch together. Todd’s slender legs flexed rhythmically, raising and lowering his ass on Brian’s long slippery rod. Brian reached up and grabbed the boy’s stiff penis and began to jack up and down in firm strokes, bringing gasps of pleasure from Todd. Uncle Rusty’s hands roamed over my lean body and his lips nuzzled my neck and ear as we watched the erotic show being acted out in front of us.

    Brian’s hand flew rapidly along the shaft of Todd’s boner, and Todd leaned back, steadying himself with his hands on Brian’s raised knees. Suddenly, shots of cum spurted from the teenager’s pulsing dick, even as he continued to ride the cock like a rodeo cowboy. When the last drops of cum had been squeezed out by Brian’s stroking hand, Todd fell forward onto the man’s chest, their lips came together, and their tongues greedily probed each other’s mouth. Grabbing Todd’s tight, rounded ass cheeks with his powerful hands, Brian began to hump his own hips up to meet the boy’s downward strokes. Both of them were consumed with passion, and I watched as a massive climax shook Brian’s body. Todd bent his head back, feeling the pulsing cock fill his ass with hot cum.

    I rotated myself on Uncle Rusty’s lap so that I was facing him with my legs around his waist. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear ‘I love you, Uncle Rusty.’ He hugged me tightly and we kissed. All four of us watched the fire burn down to glowing embers. Finally, we reluctantly rose up, grabbed our sleeping bags, and retreated to the two tents for the night. I nestled in the comfort of Uncle Rusty’s powerful arms as I quickly drifted off into contented slumber.


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  • Spaced

    ‘God Dammit, what does the Ruskie want now?’ Mission Control’s eyes were blazing. He knew the communications officer was in his office again because of the Russian cosmonaut. Nearly all visits by the commo officer was because of the Russian cosmonaut.

    ‘He says he can’t check and repair the space shuttle, General Bendix, Sir.’ The commo officer was standing stiff as a rod. He knew Mission Control was at the end of his patience and that someone had to take the heat. And since the Russian cosmonaut was on the other side of the moon in the international space station, the commo officer knew that someone a bit closer to home was going to take the heat.

    ‘Can’t check out the shuttle?’ Bendix quietly repeated. And then he exploded. ‘He’s got to check the space shuttle and repair it, if it needs that. He’s the only one up there qualified to do it. Our two astronauts are responsible for other things. Someone’s got to make sure the panels didn’t get damaged when the shuttle docked with the station; that’s his job up there. Otherwise they can’t come home and we can’t dock another shuttle. Get back on the horn and build a fire under his ass.’

    ‘Yes, sir!’

    Twenty minutes later the commo officer was back. ‘Umm, sir, Cosmonaut Goren says he wants to do the check and repair work, but he just can’t. He says his hands aren’t steady enough to do it.’

    ‘What the hell?’ yelled Misson Control. ‘What’s the problem?’

    ‘Ummm. It’s a little embarrassing, sir. Umm…’

    ‘Ummm what, colonel? What’s the fucker’s problem?’

    ‘Yes, that’s what he says is the problem,’ the colonel says, his voice getting very small.

    ‘What the hell’s that supposed to mean?’ Mission Control blustered.

    ‘Cosmonaut Goren says he’s highly sexed, sir, and they’ve been up there for six weeks. He says if he doesn’t get sex, he can’t steady his hands well enough to do the repair work.’

    ‘Hell’s bells. Tell him to take matters into his own hands,’ Mission Control said.

    ‘He says that hasn’t helped,’ the colonel answered. ‘He says he has to fuck something or he can’t steady his nerves. And if he can’t steady his nerves, he can’t check out the shuttle’s skin.’

    ‘Shit,’ Mission Control blurted out. ‘There aren’t any women up there. There are just the two American men and him. He knew that when he went up there.’

    ‘Ummm. Cosmonaut Goren says it’s not women he needs, sir.’ The colonel was definitely red faced now.

    ‘Oh.’ That was all General Bendix could think of saying at the moment. ‘Oh.’

    An hour later, General Bendix was on the horn straight to the two American astronauts, Chet and Dave. ‘So, that’s how things are, guys. If you want to make it home alive, it looks like you’re going to have give Andreyev Goren a choice between you. Sorry, wish there was some other way.’

    The two young American astronauts voices revealed that they were distraught but resigned. There was no question they wanted to get home.

    An hour later, General Bendix’s office once again.

    ‘What? Both? Is he out of his fuckin mind?’ Bendix yelled.

    ‘He says he’s wanted them both for weeks, sir,’ the colonel murmured. ‘He says he can only steady his nerves with full satisfaction.’

    When the time came, Bendix had the control room cleared and the feeds to all of the monitors but one in the control room shut down. But he thought someone needed to be there to monitor all the lifelines to the space station, so he and the colonel stood there in front of the one operating screen, their jaws dropped down to their Adam’s apples. They wanted to look away, but the scene that unfolded in front of them in the space station was mesmerizing. The camera wasn’t actually located in the zero gravity, but oxygenated space Andreyev Goren was in to steady his nerves, but the wall between that space and where the camera was placed was nearly entirely of see-through glass.

    The first thing Andreyev had his fellow American astronauts do was strip down and secure their clothes in closed bins to keep them from floating around. He stripped down as well. The two Americans were young and healthy and well-muscled as they had to be to be astronauts. The blond, Chet, was a bodybuilder…solid and built low to the ground and heavily muscled. His body was hairless, including his groin, and he had a thick, but stubby cock and bulbous, low-hanging balls. At least his cock was stubby in repose. Dave, in contrast, had flaming red, curly hair that lightly matted his chest around his nipples and then trailed down to a thicket surrounding a long, long cock. He was also well muscled, but was taller and rangier than Chet, with a swimmer’s build. He was covered in freckles.

    Andreyev contrasted drastically with the two Americans. He wasn’t fat; in fact he was all muscle. But he was a big, beefy giant of a man if Turkic ancestry, of swarthy complexion and covered in black hair. His balls were even bigger than Chet’s, and his cock was monstrously thick and long, and he obviously was in need of relief, as he was fully erect from the time they started shedding their clothes.

    For the first twenty minutes after they had stripped, it was as if they were in some underwater ballet. The three of them were gliding around in the weightlessness of the capsule, with Andreyev reaching out to one of the other two and embracing him, trying to get him into the mood, with the frightened, reluctant Americans propelling themselves away from Andreyev as they could…knowing what had to happen but each hoping that the other would be pinned down first and tire Andreyev out with just one fucking.

    Chet was the stronger of the two Americans, so he was more successful in keeping out of Andreyev’s grasp as the three of them floated around the cabin space in weightlessness.

    Bendix and the colonel let out an involuntary gasp as Andreyev finally managed to wrap his legs around Dave’s, hooking at the knees, and get Dave’s torso into a bear hug as the two slowly spun in space in the center of the capsule. Andreyev was much the largest and strongest of the three in the capsule. Having Dave under his control at last, Andreyev started kissing him from the neck to the nipples and undulating his pelvis against Dave’s body, his cock rubbing up and down on Dave’s belly. Dave struggled at first, but he eventually settled down, accepting that this all had to happen if they were to ever get away from the space station, and he just relaxed and let his arms and legs float and Andreyev build his arousal. Andreyev’s mouth eventually went to Dave’s and Dave just let Andreyev’s tongue invade him. At the same time, the palm of one of Andreyev’s hands went to Dave’s tailbone and his long, thick fingers searched downward and entered Dave’s ass.

    Bendix and the colonel could tell the instant that Dave began to react with an arousal of his own that had his own hips begin to move in rhythm with Andreyev’s.

    Satisfied that he had gained control, Andreyev slowly propelled himself and Dave over toward the window between the capsule and the control room’s camera. Andreyev reached over to the wall beside the window and came up with four lash lines the astronauts used to keep themselves in place in the weightless cabin, and he turned Dave face forward against the window to the right of the camera’s field of vision. Then he tied Dave’s wrists off on line tie offs above the window and his ankles below the window so that Dave was spread-eagled, naked and face forward into the window.

    Then Andreyev propelled himself away from the window and caught up with Chet in a far corner of the cabin and overpowered him and spun slowly in the zero gravity in a body lock as he had done with Dave, making love to and preparing and calming down Chet as he had done with Dave. When he had Chet under control…when Chet decided to give into the inevitable…Andreyev brought out four more lengths of roping and tied off Chet. In contrast to what he’d done with Dave, however, Andreyev levitated Chet horizontally in the center of the cabin, tying off his wrists and ankles at the four corners of the space and leaving Chet suspended in air in the center of the cabin as if he were on his back on a mattress at waist level.

    Then as Bendix and the colonel watched in fascinated horror and Chet and Dave trembled in anticipation, Andreyev propelled his body slowly to the side of the cabin, slid open a panel, and took out a pair of heavy, lead gravity boots. When he’d put these on, he no longer was floating weightless in the cabin himself. He could walk, albeit slowly and awkwardly, around on the floor of the cabin.

    He looked back and forth between his two luscious possibilities before turning his eyes toward Dave, virtually plastered against the glass wall, giving a full frontal view to the control room camera.

    Dave looked wild-eyed into the camera as Andreyev clumped up behind him, just in those gravity boots. Andreyev had also taken a small packet from the compartment at the side of the window. He now tore it open and let it float off and then rolled a condom on his cock. He moved to where he covered Dave closely from behind and brought his arms around Dave and was gliding his hands all over Dave’s body. At the same time, Bendix and the colonel could tell that Andreyev was moving his pelvis up and down against Dave’s, obviously letting his thick, engorged cock make love to the small of Dave’s back and between his butt cheeks. One of Andreyev’s hands went to Dave’s cock, which lifted and rubbed against the glass as Andreyev stroked it.

    Dave was looking straight into the control room camera, and Bendix and the colonel got a full view of the transition of Dave’s facial expressions from sheer terror and apprehension, to worry and the start of something else…the start of arousal. Dave’s facial muscles went from taut to slack and his eyes went from wild terror to a dreamy expression…ever so slowly, but relentlessly. His body went from stiff tenseness to trembling to jerking. The moment of invasion, of penetration, was obvious to the camera. Dave’s nostrils flared, his eyes flashed, and his mouth opened in a scream of pain. His body tightened and then spasmed. He writhed and jerked for a few moments and then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to calm, and his body relaxed, and his eyes glazed, and his mouth slackened. His pelvis moved back, away from the window and began a backward-thrust rhythm. Andreyev was holding his hand still now, cupped around Dave’s engorged cock, and Dave was fucking into it as he undulated his hips back against Andreyev’s pelvis. Andreyev kissed Dave deeply in the hollow of his neck, and Dave turned his face and the two worked their mouths greedily against each others when Dave jerked his face away, arched his back, opened his mouth wide and emitted a scream. As he did so the lower part of the window with clouded with his floating cum. Then Dave just collapsed like a rag doll as Andreyev continued fucking him from behind for a couple of more minutes before reaching his own climax.

    After he had come, Andreyev let his hands glide over Dave’s body for a few minutes and the two kissed and murmured to each other…to the utter embarrassment of the watching Mission Control and commo officer.

    Andreyev moved away from Dave then and stripped off his condom and let it float free. He went back to the side of the room and came back with another packet, opened it, released it into the air, and then rolled a second condom on his still-engorged dick.

    Then Andreyev was clumping over to the center of the cabin to where Chet was tethered, face up and at waist level. Andreyev went down on his knees between Chet’s spread legs, and his mouth and tongue went immediately to work on Chet’s asshole. Andreyev wrapped his hand around Chet’s stubby cock, which began to grow immediately. Chet was trying his best to move his arms and legs. He head was flung back in an unheard scream of frustration, his veins were popping out, and his muscles were straining mightily under the tension of trying to respond somehow to the unwanted attention Andreyev was giving his asshole. But there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get leverage and he had agreed to giving himself to Andreyev. Slowly, as with Dave, Chet began to adjust to the inevitable and, like Dave, to become aroused himself under Andreyev’s expert attention. Andreyev’s mouth left his asshole and applied itself to his cock, to be replaced with searching fingers inside him.

    Bendix and the colonel could see that Chet slowly relaxed under Andreyev’s attentions and his face went slack and his eyes went glassy so that he only lurched a bit and twitched when Andreyev stood and thrust his cock inside Chet’s ass in one long, slow, deep-rooted glide. Andreyev stood there between Chet’s legs, one hand stroking Chet’s cock and the other on Chet’s hip, pulling him back and forth in the zero gravity, on Andreyev’s thick, long cock. After nearly twenty minute of stroking, Chet’s body arched and his muscles tightened, and white cloudy cum floated up from his cock. Shortly after that Andreyev shuddered and pulled his amazingly still engorged cock out of Chet, stripped off the condom, and let it float free.

    Andreyev came around to Chet’s side and leaned over and slowly kissed him from lips down to his navel. Then he came back over to Dave and let his ankles, but not his wrist’s free. After that, it was back to the side of the window, another condom packet, and another cock crowning. He came back and twisted Dave around to where his back was against the window. The leads his wrists were tied to were long enough to allow him to twist around. Then Andreyev had his hands under Dave’s thighs and was pulling them up and pushing them apart and walking between them and sinking his cock into Dave’s hole as Dave once more was arching his head back and crying to the ceiling and writhing and twisting and then calming down and getting into a fuck rhythm with Andreyev for the second breeding.

    From the control room camera angle, Bendix and the colonel could see the strong, hairy thighs of Andreyev under Dave’s thighs and the root of Andreyev’s thick cock and his bouncing balls as he fucked strongly up into Dave, rubbing the small of Dave’s back up and down along the window. Once more Dave’s body collapsed like that of a rag doll before Andreyev was finished with him and had released yet another condom, trailing a film of white cum from its open end, into the zero gravity cabin.

    Then he released Dave and was removing his gravity boots and floating back to Chet. He let his body float over Chet’s until they were in a 69 position. He swallowed Chet’s cock and thrust his own into Chet’s mouth and they worked each other for several minutes. After a while, the boots were put on again and the stash of condoms was raided once more and Andreyev had twisted Chet’s body around until it was face down and he was fucking the American astronaut in the ass from behind.

    When Andreyev was finished this time and had stripped the condom off to float with a thickening atmosphere of condoms and condom packets, he started for the condom stash and had his eyes on a trembling Dave once more. At this point Bendix and the colonel could take no more. They switched off their monitor and fell back in two chairs, overwhelmed and trembling…and not a little aroused themselves, although certainly too embarrassed to reveal that to each other.

    Three weeks later, all seemed to be back to normal for Mission Control. His blood pressure was almost back to normal, and he hadn’t had a wet dream in three nights. The rest of the space station mission had gone splendidly. He’d been afraid the tension would be unbearable for the Russian and two Americans after that episode, but the Americans were being professional and calm about everything and the Russian spent most of his time humming. The inspection of the panels on the space shuttle had revealed no problems, and the three had returned to their space shuttle touchdown in Russia right on schedule.

    But then the commo officer appeared at the door once again, with the familiar ‘bearing bad news’ look on his face.

    ‘Sorry, General. You gotta come down to the control room and see what’s on the Internet.’

    ‘The Internet,’ General Bendix roared. ‘What the hell are your guys doing looking at the Internet?’

    ‘It’s the space station, sir,’ the colonel replied, all atremble. ‘You gotta see this. And the commo channels are lit up like a Christmas tree, even the line from the White House situation room.’

    ‘What the hell?’ Bendix responded.

    ‘It was what Andreyev did with the two American astronauts, General. Somehow that got recorded and got on the Internet. We’ve got a Russian fucking two American guys in space spread all across the Internet, General. God, I don’t know how that got out . . . or how it got recorded in the first place…’

    General Bendix rose out of his chair, ready to go to war. ‘They can’t do that. They can’t run that. Any one of the three can say it’s a violation and we can shut them down.’

    ‘Shut something down already on the Internet, General?’ the commo guy just let that slip out. He knew they couldn’t do anything; the general probably even knew they couldn’t do anything. He was in the line of fire. He felt doomed. But there was no escaping the grim truth. ‘I don’t think we could . . . even if we could find…’

    ‘Could find what? Could find who?’ Mission Control screamed.

    ‘Could find any one of the three of them,’ the colonel said in a meek little voice. ‘Two days after the shuttle landed in Semipalitinsk, all three of them had taken off together and no one’s seen them since other than some hotel manager screaming something about three guys and a sex orgy and tearing one of his rooms apart.’


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  • Ghetto Gang Bang

    Hi my name is Bryan and this is a story that i fantasize about, im 18 year old im tall brunette, got a tight bubble butt, kinda of athletic, and most of all i love getting gangbanged. (Story) I was driving my car, when i reached a red light and a black muscluar, stinky looking guy reached my window asking for money. I totally ignored him and continued my traveling as the light turned green. I was heading towards work, i run a financial old people buisness, where i take care of the rest of their lives. So they can live happily ever after. 

    But coming back to the story. Coming the next day i was coming back from work at about 7 p.m. and my car sort of had this annoying noise coming from the engine. So i stopped at a street that looked pretty ghetto to me, but i wanted to get my car fixed and get home to my 2 loving kids and my annoying ‘wife’. So planning on fixing my car this dude from yesturday ‘stinky black dude’, was walking by kind of tired. But as he saw me he rushed towards me and told me he could fix that problem. I turned into my wallet and was empty; i wasnt gonna give him my credit cards, so i went along waiting for something else. He told me that i had to help him push my car 1 street into the alley, where he had his gear to work on my car. 

    After we pushed and pushed i was kind of tired so i decided to take off my shirt. I was so sweety , and i could stop catching the black dude staring at my butt and my body. We reached the ‘alley’, and 4 more guys appered and rush to grab me. At that time i felt back stabbed by the black guy but, what was i going to do. They started calling me names and tauting me, until the ‘stinky guy’, which i later found out name was Robert told me they were going to teach me a lesson. I was scared, and all of a sudden one of the guys stripped and started jerking off in my face. I felt annoyed and fighted back but they were holding me, all of them (5 were really strong) I could fell them holding me and touching me as i started to struggle. 

    Then they told me that if i fighted back it really was gonna hurt. So i decided to let it go, after all inside of me that was my fantasy. So i started sucking on the first guys cock, and Robert started to grab and spread my arse throgh the clothes. I felt slutty as they removed my clothes and started too touch me (all 5 of them) i felt violated, but at the same time turned on. I started to choke on a guys dick, while i could just feel a hand raming my face to the base of his dick. I gagged on about 15 dicks didnt had count, but Roberts dick was the stinkiest, dirtiest. biggest and fattest. He made me choke everytime. My gaggin reflex couldnt take his big cock. Then after 25 mins of simply giving bjs to the 5 of them. They lifted me up and decided to take turns fucking me (mouth and arse). 

    At this moment i taught damm if i would be a girl i would have another dick up my pussy =(, but anyways i took what i was given, and eveytime they went deeper and faster. Then as i was being fucked and felt a finger inside with that cock that was ramming me. He was streching my arse farther, hoping that another guy could get inside. I felt scared that if 2 guys got in my arse i could walk the next day. So i started to refuse but the bitch slapped me and started fucking me harder. They were all tauting me and calling me white boy. ‘Hey white boy, cant take my cock, u dirty whore, u dirty man slut’. U like that cock dont u (spank and grabbing arse) i was loving this domination, so i started to opose more, hoping to get treated like the inner-man whore that i relly was. So i did and they kept on going; but after 20 minutes of being manhandled they noticed, and startd to react to it. I was loving the dirty dicks taking turns inside of me. 

    We were fucking for 1 hour now and 3 guys had cummed in my face by now. I was just taking 2 dicks, but what was so amazing was that they both were in 1 hole. In the ass, i was being dped (double penetration) and was loving itm 2 stinky dirty black cocks deep down my arse. I loved those dicks, and after riding them cowboy style they cummed in my face and made me drink that stinky loads or they told me i was gonna get fucked again, until they cummed again. And the 2nd time is about twice the fucking. As i got back into my car i spotted the problem and knew it was only batteries. But im never gonna forget the ramming i recieved from this 5 black guys…


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