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It was always the same when we got together. He didn’t want me to be seen pulling up to his cushy condo in the Northwest quadrant of the city. God forbid someone in the press snap a photo of me parking my car and walking into his building. No. Instead, he always sent a car to my place to pick me up. That way he could plausibly claim that I’m a staff member coming over for an emergency late night work meeting.

All this Cloak and Dagger bullshit because I fell in with a politician. I guess “fell in” is a little bit of a misnomer. It makes it sound like our thing just randomly…happened to me. Like a freakin’ meet cute where we’d both reached for the same head of lettuce in the Produce section of the grocery store and then chuckled and blushed when our hands touched. Random isn’t exactly how it went down. I’m not proud, but the truth is I sought him out. I mean… A stud ex-military man in his late 50s all alone in the city while his wife and family were back in his home state? It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t fancy myself a homewrecker. Unless the guy’s hiding his band from me, I don’t typically fuck around with married men. But again… Warren McCutcheon was too hot to NOT take a shot at. Against all odds, I’d ended up hooking him. We’d started out as a once a month thing, but over the past couple years, it had been more like once a week. No one in my personal life knew. Certainly not my family. I couldn’t imagine telling my country club snob parents and sister about him and the circumstances surrounding our involvement. I hadn’t told any of my friends either…not even my closest, Brandon. I was borderline paranoid that Warren would somehow find out that I’d blabbed and he’d end things with me.

When he’d reached out earlier in the afternoon to ask about seeing me, I’d initially turned him down. I’d just gotten back home from a work trip and I thought I’d be tied up all day hanging out with Brandon. When he understandably ditched me for his high profile football coach FWB, I called Warren to see if he still wanted company. It could’ve been seen as the act of a desperate man, I know. But listen… If you’d seen the good senator nude and been on the receiving end of the talents he has in the sack, you’d have called him too!

That’s how I found myself sitting in the back of a hired car as it pulled up outside of his secure building. I grabbed the “for show” binder full of papers that Warren insisted I carry with me, climbed out of the back seat and jogged up the four stairs to the landing where the doorman opened the front door for me.

“Good to see you again, Jason,” he grinned at me as I walked past. I suppose I should’ve taken the fact that I was here so often now that the guy knew and remembered my name as a sign that I was in way too deep for my own good.

“Likewise, Clint,” I responded with a smile.

He walked with me to the elevator and pressed the Up call button. While we waited, he turned to me. “Business on The Hill must be crazy, huh?”

“It can be,” I said vaguely.

As the door slid open and I stepped on, he continued the casual conversation. “As often as you’re here after business hours, I hope you’re getting paid extra.”

I searched his face for a knowing expression that told me we were talking about Warren and I having an affair without actually talking about it. Instead, I saw sincerity which made me feel like a cad for the briefest of moments. Plastering a good-natured smile on my face, I shot back quickly. “Trust me, man. I’m getting my just rewards for all my hard work.”

As the door started to slide shut he stuck his hand out to stop it, startling me. “Almost forgot! The big guy called down and wanted me to tell you to come on in when you get upstairs. ‘No need to knock’ he said. The door’s unlocked.”

Stifling a laugh, I managed to croak out, “Thanks, Clint. Good night!”

“Good night, bud,” he responded. Before the door finally slid shut, he called out at the last moment, “And have a good time tonight. You deserve it!”

I guess it doesn’t matter how discreet you think you’re being. Nothing gets past a doorman who sees everyone coming and going all day every day. Now alone in the car as it crept upward, I finally let loose a soft laugh. Even though Clint apparently knew what my weekly late night visits to Warren’s penthouse suite were all about, he couldn’t possibly know that Big Guy was my nickname for him because of his rather plentiful package.

The elevator opened in front of the double doors leading to his living quarters. I crossed the hallway, grabbed the handle and – true to what Clint had told me downstairs – I was able to push it open and walk in.

“B.G.?” I called out softly in case he was on a work call, but loud enough that he could hear me.

After a few moments, he strolled out of the hallway leading to the master bedroom, beaming from ear to ear when he saw me. Without a word, he crossed the room to met me where I stood in front of the door, brought his hands up to my waist and leaned in for a soft kiss. After our lips parted, he sighed with content. “Damn, I’m glad to see you.”

I grinned and then teased him as a I ran my hand up the front of his dress shirt and across his broad shoulder to play with the second button on his dress shirt. “I should go away on business more often if that’s how you’re going to react when I get back.”

He smirked at me then blushed as his hands slid around to cup my ass. “When you say things like that, you make me think I don’t properly show you what you mean to me, J.”

“Trust me. I know where I stand,” I said as I popped the button loose on his shirt letting some of his salt and pepper chest hair out to play. I knew it was a non-reply reply that could mean a lot of things. And I guess it was my passive-aggressive way of letting him know that I knew I wasn’t first, second, or even eighth on the list of things and people he most cared about. Truth was, he wasn’t exactly high on my list either. But my list of best ways to pass a slow day? He was damn near the very top…and for good reason!

Before his mind had time to travel to the idea that I might have meant what I’d said in a negative way, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his for an extended kiss. When we parted, he gave a soft grunt and readjusted his pants. I grinned and reached down to feel his growing boner already starting to lengthen down the right side of his slacks. “Someone’s ready to go!” I teased him.

“When you’re around, always!” he smiled at me. “But that’ll have to wait. I just got finished ordering us dinner from that fancy little eatery nearby that we like.”

I popped open another button on his shirt and played with more of his fur, loving the feel of the worked-out mature muscle of his upper chest. “Nothing says we can’t have a little fun until the food gets here,” I countered.

He smirked at me. “I DO love foreplay.”

“You’re the king of it, Sir,” I stroked his ego as I continued to stroke his cock through his slacks, remembering our phone conversation from earlier when I was at Brandon’s when he’d insisted I call him Sir.

“Unf!” he grunted. “You know exactly how to turn me on, don’t you?”

“I’ve learned a few things for as long as we’ve been getting together,” I demurred.

He ran his hands from my ass up my back until he cradled the back of my head with his right one. “Now that you say you know where you stand with me, I can’t wait until after dinner so I can show you where you lay.”

With that, he leaned in and kissed me again, this time more passionately than before. As our clinch continued, I felt his tongue press against my lips, prompting them to open and let me in, which I gladly did. I wanted to battle with him, letting my own tongue chase his back into his mouth, but I know the senator likes to be in charge so I struck a more passive posture and let his tongue claim my mouth as its own.

When we parted, I tried to collect the air he’d taken from me while he ran his hands under the hem of my shirt and felt up my torso. Finally able to speak, I halfway feigned disappointment. “Kinda makes me wish you hadn’t ordered dinner.”

“You know what? Me too,” he echoed. As he looked in my eyes, I saw unbridled lust in them and letting silence hang in the air for only a few seconds, he pulled me to him for a quick kiss. “Oh, fuck it. Dinner can wait!”

He pulled away from me and then extended his hand for me to grab. When I took it, he led me to the bedroom and walked me over to his bed. “Give me one moment,” was all he said before he picked up his phone off of the dresser and began fiddling with it. When he put it up to his ear, I took the opportunity to walk over to him. As he carried on his conversation, I began unbuckling his belt, pulling it quickly from the loops of his slacks, and set to undoing and unzipping him.

“Hello, Maurice?….Yes, this is Rafael Santiago.” Funny that he used his most despised colleague in the Senate as his fake name. “I just placed an order for delivery a little less than 10 minutes ago……Right.” He glanced at me and grinned. “Something’s come up and I’m afraid I need to delay it. Can I do that?……..Perfect!……Oh, say about an hour. Would that work?……..” Right about that time, I’d gotten his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles and had been slowly running my fingers up and down his steel hardness jutting up and out from his pubic hair, causing him to bite his lip. “Uh, Maurice…better make that an hour and a half…….Great. We’ll see your delivery man then!……..Thanks. Bye!”

When he ended the call and tossed his phone back down on the dresser, he smirked at me before pulling my shirt up and over my head by the hem and then wrapping his arms around me. “You are a VERY naughty man, Jason. Teasing me like that while I’m on the phone.”

Not backing down, I finished undoing the last couple of buttons of his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders so that it hung halfway down his back and stuck below his muscled biceps. “Like you said earlier, I know what turns you on.” Then I added. “And I know what turns ME on.”

“Do tell…” he egged me on. He’d known me long enough to know what all of my buttons were and exactly how to push them.

I reached up and ran my hands over the his firm and hairy pecs, letting my pinkie finger graze his erect nipple. “You do, Sir. Completely and utterly.” I leaned in for a soft kiss and let my right hand drift down to encircle his cock, which had already started to leak. We’d barely parted from our kiss when I added in a whisper, “My fuckin’ sexy B.G.”

He tightened his embrace around me and looked soulfully into my eyes before letting out, “Fuck, do I want you!”

I backed away from him until I felt the mattress hit the back of my knees. I sank down onto the bed and scooted myself back halfway to the headboard. “Then come and get me….B.G.”

Within ten seconds, he’d shucked his shirt the rest of the way off of his body, stepped out of his underwear and pants, and climbed on top of me.

I’m still not completely aware of how it happened, but in the process of making out with him, the rest of my clothes came off and our cocks started batting against each other between us.

He pulled back, his eyes full of lust and whispered, “I’m feeling pretty short on more foreplay, J. I know you may want more, but I’ve gotta be inside you…like now!”

He was right. I was disappointed, but I didn’t want to let it show. Trying to match his intensity, I lifted my legs and leered at him. “Then by all means, Sir. Get to work!”

He reached over and pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand to pull out a tube of lube. Within a matter of minutes, he had me prepped and his cock and my hole lubed up. As he was slipping inside me and slowly pushing in to the hilt, he looked into my eyes again appreciatively. “You’re the best, you know that, young man?”

I wasn’t all that much younger than him. Maybe ten or twelve years. But if he needed to call me young man in the moment, I was willing to let him do it. In fact, I egged him on. “Only because having a man like you – a strong, masculine, pillar of the community – fuck me so skillfully makes me want to be as good for you as I can be.”

He let out a grunt and bucked his hips a couple times. I knew he was trying to hold back so I could be ready for the fuck, but he was having a hard time stopping himself. He reached up and ran the back of his hand down my cheek gently. “I’m sorry, J. I gotta…”

Looking into his eyes, I nodded my assent. With that, he started pounding me. There was truly something wild within him that had been unleashed. I don’t know what was different, but he hadn’t been like this before. Normally I’d have tried to match his rhythm and be more of an active participant in our coupling, but the moment was so intense, I knew I couldn’t keep up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clung my hands to his strong shoulders, and held on for the ride.

As the end neared and he bottomed out inside me, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a searing kiss. He wouldn’t let my mouth go until I felt his load shoot deep into my hole, coating my prostate and the rest of my insides. It wasn’t until I looked down the length of my body and saw my own cum on my chest and stomach that I realized he’d fucked my own load out of me.

In the aftermath of our sex we clung to each other, basking in the afterglow of one of the best sessions I’d ever had. Everything felt so right. It felt like he was mine and I was his and this was just…our life together. While he nipped and licked at my earlobe, I gripped his back with my left hand while my right one lazily ran through his chest hair and felt the firm but meaty muscle of one of his pecs.

He wasn’t who I wanted. Not really. All things being equal, I knew who was at the top of my list. But I’d gotten good at being satisfied with other men. If I lost myself in fantasy, I could let myself believe this was a normal night for he and I.

“You’re incredible, J,” he moaned into my ear breathily. My hand drifted down his torso to grip his cock. Amazingly enough, it felt hefty like it could come to life again.

“It’s all you, Sir,” I kept up the facade of calling him that. “You bring it out of me.”

He chuckled softly and then said something I didn’t expect. “I don’t deserve you, you know. I’m just lucky you give an old dog like me and all the baggage that comes along me me the time of day.”

His mask had slipped and I was so stunned I didn’t know how to handle it or what to say next. Him being bossy and in charge, I was prepared for. Me submitting to his sexual appetite, I could handle. Him being sentimental and borderline romantic? It was hot, but caught me off guard.

When I didn’t say anything back right away, he leaned back from my ear and looked at me. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, no! It’s okay,” I reassured him, as awkward as I was feeling. The last thing I wanted to do was shame him for opening up to me. “It’s just…”

“…not my usual mood?” he finished for me.

I laughed softly. “I guess not, no.”

He grinned. “Maybe I’m changing. Mellowing with age.”

I jiggled his semi-hard cock that I was still lazily feeling up. “Don’t mellow TOO much. I don’t want to lose my B.G.”

“No worries, there, my man!” he reassured me before leaning in and applying several kisses and nibbles to the side of my neck softly.

Was this a game changer? Was he really changing? I tried not to let my mind run wild. Like I said, he wasn’t who I wanted. But if part of this change he talked about included leaving his wife, I was certainly game to consider settling for this stud ex-military senator dad.

I was starting slip into losing myself in the fantasy amid the pleasure his lips were doling out to my neck when I heard a buzz not far from my ear. He stopped kissing me and we both looked over to the nightstand to see his phone lit up. His personal phone was across the room on the dresser. This was his work-issued phone.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he reached over me to grab it. “I should check this to make sure something crazy isn’t happening in the country that I need to be aware of.”

“Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just a news alert that the candidate your party’s running tweeted something idiotic,” I reasoned.

He laughed. “I turned off THAT notification years ago. If I was notified every time that doofus tweeted something stupid, my phone would be buzzing non-stop!”

I laughed while he looked at his phone. After a few seconds, I felt his body tense. “SHIT!” Immediately, he flew off of my body and was standing next to the bed looking anxious.

“What’s wrong?” I was suddenly worried that something terrible had happened.

That was my chief of staff. He just got a message from his counterpart on my wife’s staff. Vanessa and the girls just landed at National. They’ll be here in half an hour!”

“Fuck!” I said involuntarily. “You didn’t know they were coming?”

“Does it look like I knew they were coming?” he snapped back at me. “That would be pretty stupid of me to set up a romp with the local talent knowing my family was showing up!”

That stung…especially given how effusive he’d been just a few minutes earlier. I didn’t say anything back. I couldn’t say anything back. What was there to say?

He grabbed his personal phone off of the dresser and picked his clothes up off of the floor. As he started toward the living area of the penthouse, he turned back to me. Get dressed. You’re outta here, man!”

It was a cold reminder of why Warren McCutcheon was definitely not at the top of my list. I was only halfway dressed when he anxiously strode back in the room looking at his phone. “I just ordered you an Uber. It should be here by the time you get down to the…” When he looked up and saw that I wasn’t fully dressed, he scowled at me. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re killing me, Jason! Are you trying to get us caught?”

“I’m moving as fast as I can?” I shot back, to which he scoffed. “Can I at least wait around until dinner shows up so I can take some to go?”

“Can’t risk it bud. Besides, it’ll put me in Vanessa’s good graces if she shows up and I have dinner waiting for her.”

The fucking bastard!

Five minutes later, I was standing at the penthouse door after having the fake work binder shoved into my arms, trying to say good night. Warren wasn’t having any of it though. He practically pushed me out the door and then slammed it in my face before I could even turn around to look at him.

Two minutes later, the elevator door opened and I was in the lobby. Clint looked up when he heard my footsteps. He seemed surprised to see me. “Business is over earlier than usual, huh?”

“I guess so,” I said back. I must’ve looked bewildered and shell shocked.

“You okay, Jason?”

“No,” I decided to tell the truth. “But I will be.”

He looked out the door. “I’m guessing the car that just pulled up is for you.”

I sighed heavily. “Yep. For my proverbial walk of shame.”

Clint seemed surprised that I slipped out of the pretense that this was a work visit. “Don’t let the bastards get you down, man,” he surprised me by trying to cheer me up.

“Thanks,” I tried to smile. I made it to the door and then stopped. I fished my wallet out of my pocket and pulled out a couple twenties. The way I was feeling right now about what had just happened upstairs, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever find myself back in this building again. I walked over to the kiosk Clint was standing at and pushed the money into his hand. “For you, man.”

He looked at the bills and then back up at me. “What’s this for?”

“For everything you’ve done for me since I’ve been coming here. For looking the other way. For pretending you don’t know my visits are all about. For being so pleasant to me all the time.”

“Just doing my job,” he tried to hand the money back to me. “Discretion is part of the job description.”

I held my hand up. “Keep it. You deserve it.” I started to turn around and then stopped. “By the way… Sometime in the next few minutes, a food delivery will be arriving for Senator McCutcheon. You should keep it for yourself and when the prick upstairs calls down about it, pretend the food never came.”

He laughed. “Maybe I will. See you next time, Jason.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I probably wasn’t coming back. Or maybe I didn’t say it because I didn’t want to end up looking like a desperate loser when I ultimately caved in and showed up here again in another couple weeks at Warren’s beckon call. I just smiled. “Sure thing, Clint. Good night.”

“Good night, Jason.”

In the back of the car, I pulled my phone out. Surprise, surprise… No apology text from the senator. I knew I wouldn’t hear from him again until he was horny. And I also knew an apology wouldn’t be one of the things on the table. But I DID have a couple texts. One from Brandon and another that I’d labeled with the man’s jersey number. I was shocked as shit. It was Mack Carmichael!

During the misadventure of setting up Brandon’s hookup with the coach, I’d stumbled my way into a night and morning of hot sex with my favorite NFL referee. We’d exchanged contact info before we parted ways, but I didn’t actually expect to ever hear from him. Immediately forgetting that the right thing to do would be to read Brandon’s text first, I brought up Mack’s message.

“Hey… I know this is out of the blue, but I just found out this weekend I’ll be reffing a game not too far up the road from you. Would you want to come up and hang out? Pretty sure I could wrangle a seat in a sky box for you free of charge.“

It was shallow of me, but after having the experience of essentially being kicked out of bed and treated like a sex worker, it made my heart skip a beat to read a message like that from a guy I was sure was a one-time only thing. Grinning like an idiot alone in the backseat of the Uber, I typed away. “Hey. Good to hear from you, man. How far away are we talking?”

Honestly, it didn’t matter. I was 99.9% sure I’d be going. One doesn’t turn down an invitation like that from a man like Mack Carmichael. But ‘not too far up the road’ from me was fairly vague. Were we talking an hour, two hours, or four hours?

I started to put my phone away. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be hearing back right away from this married family man. (I guess I have a type. I swear I’m not a homewrecker! But I digress…) I had slipped it about halfway back into my pants pocket when I heard it buzz. It was Mack with an answer to my question.

With my question answered and now knowing which city I’d be heading to and which teams were playing (irrelevant in the end since the hot guy in zebra stripes was the only reason I was going), I had a question of my own. “I know it may make me more trouble than I’m worth, but you think you can wrangle TWO sky box seats? I got a buddy I want to invite.”

After a delay of more than five minutes, during which my heartbeat started elevating and I was sure that the hunky ref had blocked my number for asking such a thing, his response popped up on the screen. “Uh, isn’t it gonna be hard for us to have fun after the game if you’ve got a friend to entertain?“

“Trust me,” I typed back. “Him tagging along won’t stop us from trying for a repeat of a couple weeks ago.”

“You should know. I’m more of a one-on-one kinda guy. Not looking for a third.“

I bit my lip and let out an involuntary grunt.

“You okay, dude?” the driver asked, diverting my attention from my phone. I guess I was louder than I realized.

Thinking quickly, I shot back, “Yeah. Sorry about that. My foot fell asleep. I’m moving it around now. I’ll be good.”

Convinced he’d returned his attention to the road, I turned MY attention back to my phone. “Same here,” I typed. “If you trust me, I’ll explain when I see you this weekend. My buddy will be having his own fun somewhere else while we’re having ours.”

“Ah. Gotcha!…I think.“

“All good. I promise. No way I’m gonna do anything to mess up a chance with a man who threw me the best fuck I ever had.”

“Okay. We’re good. I’m gonna trust that you won’t screw me over,” came his response after another waiting with bated breath break in texting. “I should be able to get another ticket. Invite your friend.“

“Thanks! You won’t regret this. Can’t wait to see you this weekend!”

I figured our text exchange was done, so I decided to see what had been on Brandon’s mind. “Hey… Wanted to check and see if you’re around of if you’re on your back somewhere with your legs in the air. Wanna meet for a late dinner?“

I guess friends have some sort of special ESP connection or something and Brandon sensed that I’d been robbed of dinner earlier. “I’m fresh off of my back and in need of nourishment to get my energy back. If you’re still free, I am too.”

A few moments later, his response came through. “I don’t know whether to say ‘Ew!’ or ‘Good on ya, man!’ But I’ll decide after you tell me the details over a burger and fries. Five Guys?“

Chuckling to myself, I typed, “It was only one actually, but I appreciate you overestimating my stamina!”

After receiving an eye roll emoji in response, I followed up with agreement to meet at the closest location of the burger chain and added, “What happened to Coach Hot Stuff? When you left your place earlier, I figured it would be an all night thing.”

“Me too. Stuff with his family came up, so we had to cut the evening short. Sucks cause I’m not sure when we’ll be able to get together again.“

Perfect! “On a related topic, I have a proposition for you that I want to tell you more about when I see you.”

Almost immediately, Brandon answered back. “If it’s anything like the last proposition you had for me, I don’t need to hear more. It’s a hard pass, bro!“

“Fucker! You’re about to talk yourself right out of this nice thing I’m about to do for you.”

“I’m skeptical. But I’m willing to hear what sort of hare-brained scheme you’re trying to rope me into.“

“Great! I’m in the back of an Uber right now. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes.”

“An Uber? Why?“

I knew there’s no way I could tell Brandon the whole story…or any part of the story. “Long story,” I typed back. “Have to tell you some other time.”

“I know what that means. There’s a juicy story there. I’ll order us a couple rounds of beers and have them waiting when you arrive. That oughta loosen your lips.“

Fuck, not spilling the B.G. secret just got harder! “See you in 15, man!”

This weekend would be a blast. Me and Brandon watching the game in a sky box with all the amenities. Then afterward, I’d go have the time of my life with Mack The Stud and Brandon would get some much-needed alone time with his hot coach. Who says doing nice things for people is for losers?!

I gave the driver the new location I wanted to be dropped off instead of home and had settled back into the seat for the rest of the ride when my phone buzzed again. To my surprise, it was another text from Mack.

“Sorry. My nag of a wife wouldn’t get off my case about pulling the garbage cans out to the top of the driveway for trash pickup in the morning. Had to deal with her nonsense so she’d get off my back.“

“No prob,” I texted back. I didn’t tell him, but I had thought we were done chatting anyway. “You’re a good husband.”

“lol, I’m SO the opposite of that. If I were a good husband, I wouldn’t have done even a fourth of the things I’ve done outside my marriage and I certainly wouldn’t be making a date with you. But on that topic, you got no idea how much I’m looking forward to seeing you.“

I sat there and stared at the screen for a few moments. I didn’t know how to respond. It seemed like Warren McCutcheon all over again. Too good to be true.

Before I could even figure out what to say back, another message came through. “You would not believe how fuckin’ horny I am right now thinking about this coming weekend.“

Moments later, a faceless photo popped up of a seated man in a sleeveless workout shirt with his shorts pushed down below his knees and a thick cock pointing up above a full set of balls. Thinking back to that night two weeks ago, I knew that wasn’t a stock photo. That was the full Mack Carmichael. And seeing that photo got me instantly hard.

“Jesus!” I typed back. “Now I”m fuckin’ boned!”

“Yeah? I don’t know that I believe you. You should show me so that I have proof you’re not lying.“

“Can’t. I’m in the back of an Uber on my way to meet a friend for dinner.”

“So? Whip it out in the backseat and take a photo,” came his response with almost no delay.

I knew my people pleaser ways would get me in trouble one day. I pulled my zipper down achingly slowly to avoid making noise. After looking up into the front seat and becoming convinced the driver couldn’t see what I was doing, I fished my hand into my fly and pulled out my prong. Maybe it was the air on the skin or the danger of being caught, but I felt harder than I’d ever felt before. I waited for the car to pass under a streetlamp to illuminate my manhood. I snapped the photo, stuffed myself back into my pants and sent the photo.

Moments later, Mack responded with three fire emojis followed by, “Mercy!”

Was this really happening? Was I really exchanging flirty text messages and sexting with a man I’d lusted after through the TV for more than a decade?

“Now I really do have to go,” came another message. “Kids’ bedtime then I have some work to catch up on. I’ll be in contact in a couple days with all the info you’ll need for the game on Sunday. Can’t wait to see you…and hear about whatever thing your friend’s got going on that’ll keep him occupied while we have our fun.“

“Good night, man. See you on Sunday!”

As the Uber pulled up to the burger joint, I felt more worked up than I’d been all day…even after having had sex just an hour earlier. Fuck! I knew I’d have to say hi to Brandon, then excuse myself to the men’s room to take care of business so that I could enjoy my meal without feeling like I was going to crawl out of my skin!

Such is the life of a horny man who seems to find his way into sex wherever he goes!

Salty, savory, intense. Delicious. The taste of Peter’s cum was fresh in my mouth after he had just minutes ago dumped a week’s worth of built up semen into it. Every breath I took spread his powerful essence throughout my olfactory system and a flush of hormones into my brain caused my dick to twitch. My cock would have gotten harder but it simply wasn’t possible at that point. I had finally gotten my hands (and mouth) on a meaty, heaving dick. A moment I had been dreaming of for so very long had more than met expectations. And despite my desire to take my own dick in my hand, pump it a few times, and shoot my built up load across the floor, I knew I had to hold off. And not just because I’m pretty sure Peter would be a little annoyed if painted his carpet with my semen, lol.

Peter was in the kitchen grabbing us a couple glasses of water. I admired him as I followed. It was still slightly embarrassing to me to be totally naked with someone else, especially with my boner sticking out in front of me. I had built up a bit of sweat with my oral efforts and my hands were sticky with a thick residue of pre-cum, cum, and saliva. I decided to wash them up so I wouldn’t get anything on Peter’s fine home furnishings so I walked to the kitchen sink and got on with it. While I rinsed the last of the fluids off my hands, Peter placed a water glass on the counter, turned my head, and planted a kiss on me while he caressed my waist and hips. My dick, which had finally begun to soften slightly, began to slowly inflate again. The roller coaster ride of horniness I was on was beginning to take a toll and I could feel my balls begin to ache ever so slightly.

Despite not wanted to dilute the flavor of Peter in my mouth, I downed the glass of water quickly. I was parched. Luckily, Peter’s thick cum had staying power. I took a breath and appreciated the continued assault on my senses.

“You want to relax in the hot tub for a little bit?”, Peter asked.

“Oh my god, that sounds so nice,” I responded enthusiastically.

“Awesome.” Peter grabbed my hand and led me towards his back deck. Stepping out into the warm sun, I admired his beautiful garden. The deck had a sitting area with outdoor couches and coffee table. And off to the side, in a small roofed area, was a steaming hot tub. Clearly, Peter had thought ahead and got the tub ready for just this moment.

Finally, I had calmed down a bit sexually and I sank into the hot tub with a content sigh. Peter watched me, lightly smiling.

“Nice, huh?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I replied.

We relaxed for a bit and actually talked about things. I talked about being on a gap year, just living the simple life while I still could, living at home. Peter talked about his work in the tech industry, how he missed when things were simpler for him in some ways. Ultimately though, he gestured generally towards the yard and house and said, “Things are not too bad, though,” which made us both laugh.

We had been sitting across from each other while we talked. Eventually, the conversation died down and Peter got up and swam/walked toward me. The butterflies in my stomach kicked back to life a little and my dick immediately started to harden up.

Peter reached out wordlessly and pulled me into the middle of the tub with him. He caressed my body. I gently explored his muscled pecs and lats. We kissed deeply.

Peter pulled me with him as he sat back down and I instinctively straddled him. He ran his hands up and down my long, thin legs and played with my butt cheeks while we continued to make out. Before too long, Peter’s fingers reached deeper and gently prodded my tiny hole. Without breaking our kiss, I instinctively released a whining moan in response. As much as I wanted to give him access, with the lack of any sort of lube, he was obviously going no further at that moment. But still, my cock was back to fully erect and I began to dry hump Peter as he stimulated me.

Peter broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go rinse off.” Clearly he was full of lust again. I pulled off him and Peter stood up revealing his own, mostly hard, dick. He jumped out of the hot tub and I jumped out to follow.

I thought we’d be heading back into the house but Peter guided me to the other side of the deck towards two French doors. Upon opening them we continued into his master bedroom. A large, luxurious king size bed was in there. I had a feeling this would be the bed on which my deflowering would finally happen and I blushed at the thought. His room was very clean and organized but not sterile. There were also a couple strategically placed mirrors, a large one to the side of the bed and a tall mirror on the door opposite the end of the bed.

I followed Peter through his room and into a large bathroom with a huge shower in it. Peter turned on the water and while it got nice and hot, he put his hand on my chin and leaned in to kiss me gently and quickly. He looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you enjoying yourself, are you ok with everything that’s happening?”

I melted inside, nodded and said, “I’m loving it.”

Peter said, “Good. Let’s rinse off.” We jumped into the shower.

We didn’t do too much in the shower besides literally rinsing off. Maybe a bit of caressing and a few small kisses but by the hardness of our cocks, I think we both knew where we headed and we didn’t want to waste much time getting there.

We got out and dried off as well as we could and then walked into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Peter kissed me before gently turning me to face the bed. He stood behind and stroking my shoulders down to my waist and then my hips he prodded me forward and said, “Hands and knees on the end of the bed. Arch your back and spread your legs and hips.”

I happily followed his direction but I have to admit I was certainly feeling the nerves. I had never felt more vulnerable and exposed in my entire life.

I looked behind me just as Peter felt up my glutes, gave my right one a light slap, and said, “Oh my god, you’re ass is so fucking cute.” He then walked over to his dresser while I eagerly and nervously waited.

Peter reached in his dresser and took out a bottle of lube and left the drawer open. I was curious what else was in there but got distracted by Peter and his bouncing semi walking back over to me.

Peter looked me in the eyes and asked, “You ready?”

“I am,” I replied, seriously.

“Ok. Just relax. And don’t forget to breath.”

I looked to the left of me and appreciated the action reflected in the mirror. I saw myself obediently on my hands and knees while Peter lorded over me, looking down at my nether regions.

I closed my eyes to focus on relaxing and breathing. I heard Peter open the cap to the lube and felt one of his hands further spread my left butt cheek. Then I felt a couple drops of lube land right above my hole and I felt Peter’s index finger catch it and begin to prod my asshole.

“Push out slightly,” Peter directed.

I pushed out gently and felt the tip of his finger slip inside my hole. Even though he was barely in, I felt a warmth radiate through my body. I’ve always been extremely sensitive to anal stimulation.

Peter dripped a little more lube onto his finger and began to push the rest in. Quickly, he was buried all the way to his last knuckle. He slowly rotated his finger and I realized I was breathing heavy and moaning already. It wasn’t just the physical feeling of his finger inside of me but it was also knowing that this man had me in such a situation, completely naked and happily presenting my most intimate spot to him for his pleasure and control.

Peter slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in to the hilt. I moaned when he bottomed out and Peter began a fairly quick in, out, and twisting motion which had me breathing a little heavier than normal. But I had certainly taken more fingers and bigger objects than his one finger so, while I certainly was enjoying the feeling of my hole being manipulated and stimulated for the first time by someone other than myself, it didn’t take long before I was as stretched out as I possibly could be by the action.

Peter suddenly pulled out of me and I felt a couple more nice sized drops of lube fall onto my hole, which was quickly plugged by two of Peter’s fingers.

“Ok. I’m gonna add another finger. This is basically the most I’m gonna do with my fingers, ok? I want you to really feel the stretch when the time comes. It will be a little tougher but I think you’ll appreciate the added intensity.”

I looked back at Peter, who genuinely wanted me to be happy and squeaked, “Ok.” I had subconsciously taken on a higher sound to my voice, I think having to do with the feeling of exposure and submission. Peter smiled back at me before looking with concentration down at his fingers ready to explore my hole.

Peter began to push his two fingers into me and I looked forward again, closed my eyes, and pushed out gently until I felt both of his fingers pop past my sphincter. I let out a little, “Oh.”

“You ok?”

“I’m great. Keep going,” I said, breathing a little heavier than before.

“Sure thing,” Peter replied, with a little chuckle.

I felt the pressure of him pushing his fingers further into me. My body quickly yielded. I thought how amazing and yet surreal this felt. Without having to do any work at all for the first time ever, I could feel my hole stretched tight around two strong fingers, both of which were beefier than my fingers by a good margin. No weird angles. No getting tired trying to pleasure myself anally. Just letting myself give in to the power of another man. Peter was likewise clearly appreciating this whole thing. I felt him appreciating the roundness of my ass, the dimples of my lower back as I arched for him, and my nice tight waist, hips, and legs.

Peter dragged his fingers out, pushed them back in and then repeated the movement, slowly but confidently. I felt myself try to spread my hips even wider to give him full access and began lightly moaning and softly exclaiming my appreciation for what was happening to me. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. That feels so good…”. I was especially vocal every time I felt my prostate get knocked and a strong buzz of pleasure spread from my loins.

This brings us to where we started Part 1 of the story. Peter sawing his fingers in and out and all around in my hole to stretch me out. He fingered me for a few minutes until he couldn’t really stretch me out anymore with just his two digits. Peter pulled out and I was able to really feel the cool air enter my slightly gaped hole. It wasn’t much, mind you, but it was certainly dilated more than it had been before.

I suddenly felt something thick, warm, and heavy bop my hole and settle in my crack. I kind yelped in surprise and looked back, giggling. I saw Peter holding his cock by the base and smiling back at me. His dick was mostly hard but not quite rock solid. Peter proceeded to lift his cock up and hit my hole with it several more times in a very jovial act of dominance.

He pulled his cock off me and said, “Stay there just one more second.”

He walked over to his open drawer and rustled a little bit before pulling something out. I couldn’t quite make it out in his hand.

Peter walked over and revealed the object to me. It was a silicone buttplug. It looked to be roughly the same width at its widest point as his two fingers that he had been fingering me with.

“I’m just gonna put this in you for a little bit, ok?”

Of course I nodded, I guess I was a little annoyed that I had to wait any longer to have my brains fucked out but I made sure to not let on to Peter, who put a few good drops of lube on the plug and placing the tip at my hole, pushed forward. My asshole gently stretched as the plug went deeper into me before it reached past the widest point of the plug, swallowed the body of it, and closed tight around the neck of the plug with the base settling in between my buttcheeks.

“Ahhh,” I unconsciously let out as I definitely did enjoy its presence, despite it not being the cock I had been craving for so long.

“Ok, turn around and sit on the edge of the bed for me.”

I quickly did and found myself face to cock with Peter proudly standing in front of me, looking down on me confidently. I appreciated the buttplug’s constant stimulation of my prostate and looked up at him submissively and with obvious lust and longing.

“Ok. I know you want me to fuck you. All you have to do is get my dick fully hard and you’re gonna get it. Get to work, sweetie,” Peter said with a sly grin.

Earlier when I had gotten my first ever taste of real live dick, there had been a buildup to the whole thing resulting in an intense and intimate climax. This time, there was no buildup. I dove onto Peter’s dick with abandon, knowing that the sooner he got completely hard, the sooner I’d have this big cock deep in my guts. I certainly still appreciated the taste of his pre-cum and the sensation of having a turgid shaft in my mouth and his bulbous head bopping at my throat. I was a messy, cock-starved, horny boy this time with balls that were aching for release and a prostate that was buzzing from the stimulation of the plug knocking into it.

As a result of my efforts, I was able to get Peter fully erect rather quickly. Peter put his hand on my shoulder and lightly pressed me off his cock, which fell out of my mouth all shiny from my saliva mixed with precum.

“Ok. Lay back a little further into the bed.”

My heart beating out of my chest, I scrambled back and laid down with my knees up and feet down. Peter got on the bed and I felt the weight of him on the mattress as he crawled in between my legs. Peter grabbed a pillow and said, “Raise your butt up.” I did just that and the pillow was placed under my lower back. When I lowered myself, Peter then grabbed hold of my legs and lifted them up and put them on his shoulders. I saw why the pillow made sense as it clearly put my buttplug filled hole closer to his cock. It was not filled for long with that, though, as Peter quicky grasped the end and firmly pulled the plug out, once again leaving my hole open to the air.

Peter leaned forward and passionately kissed me at this point. After, with our faces still close, together he said, “Let me know what feels good for you. If you need to stop let me know, ok?” I nodded and said, “I will.” Peter then asked, “Are you ready?” I replied with my heart in my throat and adrenaline pumping, “I am.”

Peter smiled at me kindly and pulled up more vertical. He grabbed the bottle of lube and with my legs pushed back drizzled a couple drops directly into my hole, the cool liquid felt nice as it hit and welled in the lighty dilated orifice. He then drizzled a bunch right onto his glistening cock and made sure he had good coverage with his hand.

Already breathing hard from lust and a little nervousness, I watched as Peter took his dick in his hand and guided the head towards my upturned anus. Upon contact, I felt the heat of his fat dick head immediately plug my tiny, very slightly gaped hole.

“Ok, I need you to push out gently, more and more until it pops in,” Peter directed. He had a look of concentration on his face.

I just nodded at him and began to push out, like I had done so many times on my own. But now I felt Peter matching my efforts as I felt the pressure from his side urgently pushing into me and slowly, intently stretching my ring. After a couple seconds feeling the light burn of the slow stretch, I felt Peter’s head gain full entry as the entire thing popped through and slipped inside me. The sharp feeling of the extra stretching and the sudden feeling of fullness, caused me to exclaim, “Oh! Oh my god!” loudly and I instinctively put my hand on Peter’s abs to keep him from going too far, too quick.

Peter looked down at me with concern and asked, “Are you ok? You doing alright?”

I really didn’t want him to pull out or anything so I quickly answered, with a faint blissed out smile through the deep breaths I was taking, “No, I’m good. Fuck, it’s just so intense. But that stretch feels so good. Just hold on for a minute. It feels so good.”

Peter laughed and smiled at me. “Good, let me know when you’re ready.”

While I adjusted, Peter, grabbed both of my ankles and held my legs high and wide, manipulating me so he was able to really hit the perfect angle for him. This also helped to move his cock around gradually while my ring gripped it tight, which helped me adjust. At the same time, I couldn’t help but caress and feel up his abs and hips. Connected via dick, we looked at each other warmly while I got used to him.

“Ok, I’m ready,” I squeaked out. I’m not really sure I was but I just had to keep going.

Peter surprisingly pulled out at that moment, plopped some lube back onto his cockhead and quickly placed it back at my entrance and pushed forward. Knowing my role, I pushed out and his head quickly popped back into me, which, while it still caused me to gasp a little, felt a bit less sharp and overwhelming this time. It also felt really, really amazing. The fullness was incredible and I let Peter know with a nod and and a light, “Ok,” that he could proceed deeper inside me. Peter pushed forward and after a little resistance, his cock slid in another inch producing a moan and a deep exhale from me. Peter then pulled his cock out to the head, stopped for a second and then slid back in, this time a little further, and then again, a little further than that, with me releasing a high pitched moan every time. The dick that was currently plumbing my depths reached it’s peak girth about 3/4 of the way down, so each time he went a little deeper, I was stretched just a little bit more. And then finally, I felt the cock inside me stretch my hole to the max and I got over the hump, resulting in Peter’s crotch and balls settling on my ass as my hole swallowed the last bit. I had never felt more plugged up or stimulated in my entire life and it was absolutely perfect.

I was purring and smiling as Peter leaned in and our lips met. We kissed passionately, joined already at the lips and with his dick buried to the hilt inside me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we made out. Peter adjusted himself, which shifted his penis inside me and caused me to moan. This jolted us back to the task at hand and he raised back up, grabbed my ankles and again held my long legs wide, giving him full access. Pausing for a second, Peter grabbed the lube, pulled his cock out most of the way, and drizzled some lube on it.

I watched as he sank his cock in one smooth motion deep into my guts and I let out a quivering, “Oh, my fucking god,” as his balls again settled on my ass. The feeling of my stretched out anal ring running along his thick shaft while he plowed through the walls of my ass was unbelievable.

Peter immediately dragged his cock out of me again and I realized I was finally about to be fucked by a man.

Peter began to steadily piston in and out of me, gyrating his hips backs and forth, a sheen of sweat building up with his exertions. I focused on staying relaxed and accepting and enjoying the heaving, slick cock that was defiling me. Each time he fully impaled me with his dick, I appreciated the feeling of his much stronger body crashing into mine and without control I let out a moaning “Uhhh…” every time. We made eye contact quite a bit, which was really intense and made our connection feel that much deeper as our bodies moved as one and I gave myself fully to him. But I also enjoyed watching his dick, slick with lube and juices, retreat from my insides and then sink back in deeply while feeling the corresponding drag and stretch and drilling into my guts.

Before long, we were full on fucking and I began to pull Peter into me with each thrust. My moans had gotten louder and more intense and I could feel my body shake with the impact from every thrust deep inside me. Although he wasn’t exactly nailing my prostate in this position, every time he grazed it, I felt the buzz spread out into my body.

Peter suddenly slowed and stopped. He pulled his cock out of me and I could feel lube dripping down my crack and the cool air on my now no-doubt-about-it gaping asshole.

I looked at Peter expecting direction and he happily complied. “Alright, your turn to do some work.”

I knew what he wanted as he flopped down on the bed and I moved out of the way. Peter took his position lying down with his head propped up on pillows. I was so horned up at this point I wasted no time and positioned myself over his shiny cock, grabbed it and placed the head at the entrance to my body, and sank all the way down in one smooth motion. I was holding onto Peter’s pecs for balance while he held my hips and my knees were spread far apart. I proudly sat on top of my conquest and enjoyed the fullness and buzz that comes with having a big cock buried in you to the hilt. Peter and I exchanged a look of pure lust and I proceeded to ride his dick.

I love the act of riding a dick. Not only is there the powerful sensation of gravity smashing a dick all the way into you over and over again but it feels like you’re on some kind of slutty amusement ride, bouncing up and down, moaning, dick flopping all over. I laughed and smiled as I really hit my stride and said, “Oh.. My.. God.. This.. Feels.. So.. Good,” with my body crashing down over and over onto Peter’s crotch. Peter laughed as well and said, “You like that?”. “Uh…huuuhhhh…”, was all I was able to reply.

Peter had hold of my hips and was helping guide me up and down over and over before I finally tired and slowed down, huffing and puffing and absolutely drenched with sweat and other fluids.

Using his strength, Peter pulled me off him and I gave in, letting myself flop down next to him. At this point Peter really took control. He got up and turned me over onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips he pulled me up into doggy style. I was still breathing heavily and I had no choice, or desire for that matter, to resist him. I just arched my back and made myself available to him as well as I could.

The second I settled into position Peter aimed his fat cockhead at my puffy, dilated hole and sank all the way. My toes curled and I gave a loud, “Oh fuck!”. Peter held my waist and immediately pulled out all the way followed by sinking in to the hilt once again. This is when my prostate began to take a real pounding. At this angle, every time he fully withdrew and began to sink back into me, his big, fat cock head knocked my prostate hard as he pushed into my depths. The impact of his thrusts as his hips met my buttcheeks was also harder and harder and the beautiful sounds of sweaty flesh thwacking sweaty flesh filled the air. I could feel the impact ripple through my butt cheeks as he moved my guts around and I moaned and muttered nonsense as I got reamed out.

Somewhere in the intensity of getting absolutely pounded into oblivion, I thought to myself that this is where I was meant to be and this was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. It just didn’t seem like it could get better than giving my twink body up to a hot, intelligent, strong man with a big dick. This moment of introspection didn’t last too long though as I felt Peter deliver a sharp, sexy slap on one of my buttcheeks between impacts, which caused me to yelp and focus back in on getting reamed.

Suddenly, on one of Peter’s impacts into body, he stayed inside me, wrapped his arms around me and rolled us down to the bed. I was a buzzing, limp mess at this point and I allowed Peter to manipulate me into position on my side. My lower leg straight, my other leg being held up high by Peter, giving him full access to my ass, and him behind me, we we’re able to look at the whole act play out in the mirror on the side of the bed. It was so fucking hot.

I have to admit I look really, really sexy in this position. Long and lithe, my smooth, flat belly taut. I couldn’t help but admire the scene in front of us. Peter had no time for admiring though. He turned my head towards him, locked lips with me, and then sank his cock into me once again. I released a moaning, muffled, mumbling kind of reaction with Peter’s tongue in my mouth, which made us both laugh as we broke the kiss and Peter once again began to piston in and out of me. I watched the action unfold in the mirror and gave into my vanity as I posed for maximum sexiness. Well, as sexy as my flushed, sweaty, cock-drunk body could pull off. I really stretched my legs out long and thin and pointed my toes straight. I gave Peter lustful, fuck me eyes in the mirror and his intensity jumped a little. I was moaning and occasionally yelping when he made an especially direct hit to my prostate. I loved how my body shook a little with the impact every time he bottomed out inside me.

I sensed that Peter was getting close to cuming as he was really focused, deliberate, and breathing hard with exertion. Again, he sank fully into me and I felt him wrap me up with both arms and roll once more so that I was on top of him, my back to him. Peter splayed my knees out fully and grabbed my waist, pushing my belly out and holding me up. Yet again, a mirror on the door opposite the end of the bed reflected the whole thing for my enjoyment. Whereas the last time I was on top, I was in control, this time Peter took full control and he immediately began to drill me, slamming into my prostate with each stroke. I became a gibbering, out of control mess, letting out a high pitched moan with each strike, my body quaking upon impact, my absolutely fully hard dick bouncing all over the place, leaving pre-cum threads all over the place. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen and experienced. My brain felt like it was melting with pleasure.

Peter broke the spell momentarily by saying, “I need to cum soon. Start jerking your cock.”

I slowly processed what he said as I continued being rag-dolled by his repeated slamming into me.

I managed to gain control of my body long enough to get my hand onto my dick, while Peter continued to drill my ass.

I jerked my cock just 4 or 5 times before the mother of all orgasms hit. I swear my vision went red as I yelled, “Oh my fucking god!”, and I let go of my dick, and my swollen, pained balls contracted and I began to shoot thick rope after rope of built up cum out of my dick in whatever direction it happened to be bouncing towards when I shot that load. Meanwhile, my ass contracted around the fat cock that was still drilling into me over and over and slamming into my prostate. My body had been shaking and I lost all control over my faculties but Peter held me steady and continued to plug away, crashing into my prostate, as the squeeze from my ass pushed him towards the edge.

I could already feel the intense exhaustion and euphoria setting in as I came to but I heard Peter yell, “Jerk my dick when I pull out!”

For the first time in a while I felt Peter pull his cock out of it’s sheath, my ass, and saw it appear in front of me, next to my deflating cock, heaving, slick, and angry. I grabbed hold of it and pumped it twice and I felt Peter shake and yell, followed by more ropes of cum firing out of his cock, covering me even more with fluids as I sat on him. I felt him collapse underneath me and groan in pleasure. I took this as my sign to slip off him and collapse next to him. We were absolute messes of sweat, cum, and more. I laid my head on Peter’s chest and we laughed in post-coital delirium.

All I really could manage to think of was how amazing it would feel to do this over, and over, and over again. I simply couldn’t wait.

When I’m working, out and about with my buddies, or at home with family, no-one would have an inkling as to how I spend two evenings and most of the daytime over the weekend.

If you weren’t a member, it is highly unlikely you’d ever have heard of Anstey’s. And even if you had, I very much doubt you would think I’m the sort of guy to be a member of a fusty old club in London’s St James’s district. I mean, a 6’ 6” tall black guy, fashionably pierced and tatted is hardly what members of the Carlton are used to.

I was admitted to Anstey’s about a month after my twenty-fourth birthday. I’d been chatting with a guy online about my interest in being humbled and serving other men. To both our slight embarrassment, he turned out to be one of my former Professors at College, but our shared interest overcame that pretty quickly. Prof D taught Physics at College and was at least thirty years older than me. When we had gotten to know each other well, he told me about the club that he belonged to in London. He didn’t tell me all the details, but enough to whet my appetite. When my basketball team did a tour of Europe, he arranged to be in London when we were and took me along as a guest to Anstey’s. Prof D, despite now being a big name in his field, is an Under – he joined when in his early thirties as a penniless postdoc. I knew from the moment I sat down with him in the Lounge that I shouldn’t be there enjoying the hospitality, I needed to be serving my betters. I watched the Overs working naked, I used a cute urinal, probably five years older than me, and saw the Prof put a naked Over of about his own age across his knee and make him squirm and yelp as he spanked him. When he was done, he told me the now red-bottomed and snivelling naked man was the CEO of a major corporation! 

I told Prof D that I needed what I had seen the Overs enduring. He introduced me to the then General Manager and I was allowed to do a trial shift later that week. I couldn’t control my willy and had to be drained in the Den by the Prof before he put me over his knee and lit up my bottom until it was flaming red and I was gasping and yelping. I took my first buggering that afternoon, initiated into anal by the General Manager while Prof D and a few others watched. I have never felt so humiliated, embarrassed and yet fulfilled as I did that day – laying over the Buggery Bench being pounded mercilessly by a man’s thick cock for the first time, my buttocks sore and red from my spanking, my willy soft and shrunken following its draining, in a fusty looking club, a world away from my normal life of shining on the basketball court and being adored and respected by the fans. I was still being watched, but it was completely different. Normally, I was the centre of attention because of my skill and prowess. Here I was just a very tall, naked piece of meat that they were enjoying watching being speared and railed by a much (much) older man.

When I was admitted to Anstey’s, I was playing basketball professionally for the Texas Legends, but at 26, like so many others before and since, I tore my ACL and that was my sports career done. Luckily, I was still a decent-looking guy and became the face of a well-known sportswear brand for a few years. And when that looked like coming to an end, shortly after my thirtieth birthday, being a member of Anstey’s paid off, as another member asked me if I’d thought about moving to the UK permanently. I jumped at the chance. The Over in question was an executive for a TV productionm company and he got me a gig as a pundit on a British show all about US sports. I’ve been doing that ever since – Monday, Wednesday and Sunday evenings. It’s a damn good job, well paid, seems stable, I’m popular with the viewers and it leaves me plenty of time to go to Anstey’s. And I think, at thirty nine, I am still a decent looking guy!

As an Under, you will be used to seeing me around the club, but you won’t know the routine.

I want to preface what I’m going to write now by making it clear that, although the vast majority of my romantic and sexual relationships have been with women, I am bi. I’m not out publicly, but my close friends know. And one of the benefits of Anstey’s is that everyone is so discreet.

If a ‘regular’ member of the public were to stumble upon Anstey’s, it would be the front door on St. James’s Walk they would see, the one that you’re used to using. I’ve only once used that door, on my first visit with Prof D when he introduced me to Anstey’s. If you were to go to the end of St James’s Walk, you’d come to a black gate next to the last house in the road. Using the pin pad to open it, if you go through that and follow the path round, you’d find yourself walking along the back of the houses, parallel to the road. Eventually, you’d reach a bright gloss red gate. Use the pin pad again and you’d find yourself in a dingy semi-outdoor corridor.

This is how I, and all the other Overs, enter Anstey’s. The gate swings shut and, from a receptacle hanging on the back of it, I take a black bag. These are not unlike the shopping bags you get at Ikea, except they zip shut. All along one side of the corridor are rows of lockers. Each Over has his own locker, so I walk up to mine and quickly strip naked in front of it, putting my clothes, shoes and mobile into the black bag as I do. I put the black bag into the locker and unplug my Anstey band from its charger inside. Fastening it around my wrist, I shut the door and it locks automatically. It won’t open for at least four hours unless a Manager releases it. Fully naked now, I walk down the rest of the corridor towards a short set of stone steps leading to a black door.

Behind me, I hear other Overs arriving for their shifts. I don’t pass anyone coming off shift, as we all overlap for an hour to make sure that the Unders have service at all times. The black door has a face recognition system which allows me entry, and I step into Anstey’s proper.

Inside the door is the Overs’ washroom. We are all required to clean ourselves inside and out before starting our duties. I stand under one of the shower heads and cold water immediately gushes down. Using the plain, unscented soap, I wash quickly. The cold shower stops and I take the douching nozzle from below it. Applying a little lube to the nozzle and to my anus from a dispenser by the soap, I push the nozzle into my hole and press the button on the end. Warm water fills me. I remove the nozzle, empty myself and repeat until the water from inside me runs clear. I then rinse myself quickly again under the cold shower, before taking a rough towel from the stack across the room and quickly, but thoroughly, drying myself. Other Overs are now in the washroom, all following the same steps that I’ve just followed. We don’t speak – once we’re on Anstey’s premises, Overs don’t speak except in very specific circumstances.

Once I’m dry, I log into my Anstey band. It flashes up my initial duty. The General Manager will have allocated duties to each Over on shift. With the exception of urinal duty, which lasts an hour without interruption, and lobby plinth duty, which lasts a whole four hour shift, any Over can be summoned for personal service when not otherwise in use. Initial duties would be urinal, lobby plinth, lounge, den or library, with dining room and bar at mealtimes and evenings. Or one could be assigned to a cleaning duty – bedrooms on a day shift and downstairs on a night shift. I’m clocking on for the 4-8 shift, so the dining room has closed and the bar won’t open until 6. 

My Anstey band has flashed up ‘DEN’. I sort of expected this – I’ve not been on Den duty for a while. I open the door from the washroom and quickly cross the main lobby, glancing up at the five Overs on the plinths. The General Manager has surpassed himself today in providing variety on display – one plinth has a very young man with a very large erect willy, next to him is an elderly Over with a tiny mushroom one (one way in which our place is reinforced at Anstey’s is that all Overs have willies and bottoms. Only Unders have cocks and asses). Both have bright red faces – the General Manager has clearly given them both viagra to keep them hard and I know how humiliating that can be. Then there is a real jock with his willy locked in a metal cage. Next to him is a very hairy, stocky Over, who is bent over displaying his hole and beside him, similarly displayed, is a skinny, hairless Over.

I open the Den door, enter and take up my proper place kneeling beside the door with my hands behind my back awaiting the call for use. The Den’s windows are permanently covered by dark red blinds and there are lamps all around the room. On one side of the window, an Over probably around my age is bent over a desk whilst a much older Under is caning his exposed buttocks. The Over is yelping and thanking the Under for each stroke. Watching from the other side of the window bay is an Under with rather an unkempt look – unbrushed hair, not quite shaved face, slightly shabbily dressed and probably much the same age as the man delivering the thrashing. Unusually, he is naked from the waist down, but this is because he is sitting on a rim seat with an Over’s face buried between his bare buttocks. He has his feet resting on the Over’s erect willy while he watches his friend’s cane work and chats.

Two other Overs are on duty in the room. One, whom I know outside Anstey’s, is another TV presenter for the same channel that I work for. He’s in his early fifties and you’d probably recognise him from when reads the news in a suit and tie in his day job. He’s currently naked, as all us Overs always are, with his willy locked into a small plastic chastity device. Being plastic means that he is not just locked up in the club, he is wearing that 24/7. His caged willy is bouncing about as he does star jumps between two Unders who are chatting away with glasses of red wine and largely ignoring him. I’m pretty sure that last time I saw him at the club he wasn’t completely shaved smooth from the neck down – I wonder what he did to derserve caging and shaving? 

The second Over is one of our younger colleagues. I know him by sight from the club, and we served beside each other as urinals on my last visit – like me he got very hard every time one of the Unders emptied his bladder down his throat. You can’t hide what turns you on as an Over, but woe betide you if you display an erect willy in the wrong part of the club. This lad is in his late twenties and I believe he is ‘something in the City’. He’s definitely got that ‘posh English boy’ look and the accent to go with it, as I heard every time he thanked an Under for allowing him to drink his piss. He’s bent over one of what the club still calls its ‘buggery benches’. As so often at Anstey’s, and as with my star-jumping and increasingly sweaty colleague, the two Unders using him are ignoring him while they do. If you just saw them from the waist up, you would see two men having a pleasant chat. Below the waist, however, both of them have their cocks out of their flies. 

The Buggery Benches were designed by a very eminent former member who was an engineer. They are set up so that the Unders can, if they wish, do as little work as necessary, even when using an Over sexually. Each bench has a padded top which slides back and forth along grooves in the bench itself. The Over lays over this and puts his feet into the openings for them on each side, ensuring his legs are spread and his hole easily available. He then grabs hold of a pair of handles at the other end which he will use to pull himself back and forth on the runners. That way, if an Under wishes to bugger an Over, he need not expend any effort beyond that first thrust into the Over’s hole. After that, the Over, in effect, buggers himself. And, as in this case, his mouth can be used by another Over at the same time. I watch for a moment as the Over moves himself back and forth on the bench, now burying a stiff cock in his hole, now burying his face in the pubes of the Under he is sucking. I recognise both the Unders and feel sorry for the boy they are using – they are renowned for having two of the largest cocks in the club. I can see that the Over is struggling to truly swallow the cock in his mouth – as I watch, the Under buggering him moves forward slightly to ensure that he is properly impaled at both ends and the Over gags and splutters. The Under buggering him tuts, withdraws completely and takes up a wooden paddle which hangs from the bench. While the Over continues to struggle to swallow his friend’s member, the second man soundly paddles the Over’s buttocks for a few moments before plunging his own cock back deep into the helpless servant.

My viewing of this humiliating scene is interrupted by a buzz on my wrist. I look down and see that I have been summoned for foot service in the Lounge. I acknowledge the call, which means that no one else can call me until I am released, get up and head through the service door which takes me through the back corridor into the Lounge – it’s only from the washroom that Overs will use the Lobby unless accompanied by an Under. The Anstey band gives me the location where I am required, but until I get there I have no idea who it is I will be serving. Overs have to serve all Unders as and when needed. The only time we have a choice is whether we agree to serve in a private room and, if we do, what we agree to do there. In the public rooms, anything within the rules goes. 

The location on my band was in the window of the Lounge. My heart sank slightly but my willy twitched as I approached. I know the Under who had just summoned me, because I introduced him to the club. He’s only twenty three and works as a runner on my show. At work, he does my bidding – fetching coffee, printing stuff, making sure I have what I need to do my job. Here at Anstey’s, I do his bidding. Except, of course, I am naked and he is in charge. But this is the point of Anstey’s. For guys like me who get to be the big man in the outside world to give up our clothing and choices and to be humbled and used. I know he will expect me to greet him, even though we Overs don’t generally speak. He’s clearly been using the club gym – he’s in his shorts and a T and looks sweaty and hot.

”Good afternoon, Sir”, 

I say as I kneel in front of him. I’m fighting hard not to let my willy stiffen. His slight smirk as he looks down at it doesn’t help – he knows how much it turns me on as well as humiliates me to be used by him like this. Especially as we’ve been talking online a lot recently. He’s the only Under that I have contact with outside the club and we’ve been discussing the possibility of taking that further. But for now, I just try to concentrate on my task. I know what he wants without his having to tell me. I untie and slip off both of his trainers and then pull off the trainer socks he’s been wearing. I’m pretty sure he went for a run before he used the gym – I can smell the sweat on him.

As I pull off the second sock, another Over comes across with a pint of cold beer, which he takes without a word and downs a large swallow. I put the socks inside his trainers and get down into worship position, making sure that my knees are spread and my toes are together. This is standard foot worship position – it ensures that my willy and balls are visible dangling between my legs and anyone passing can get an unobstructed view of my hole. Sir’s feet really are rank, and I am going to struggle not to display an unauthorised erection. It doesn’t take long for me to completely lose myself in his feet. They are sweaty and have sock fluff between the toes. I begin by sniffing and licking the right sole, lapping at it as I breathe in his scent. I can feel my willy stirring, but I don’t care anymore. I slobber over each toe, getting my tongue into  the gaps between. I don’t know how long he keeps me working on his feet. He certainly has more than one beer and is joined by another Under with whom he has a long conversation. After a while, another Over joins me on his knees and gets to work on Sir’s friend’s feet. Periodically, our feet or hips touch as we move from foot to foot, but I am lost in the taste and smell of Sir. My willy has stiffened slightly, but this is my normality at Anstey’s so it wilts again. 

Until, that is, Sir tells me to kneel up. I reluctantly leave the now clean and fresh feet I have been working on and, slightly stiffly from having been bent forward for so long, I straighten up and put my hands behind my back. Sir returns to his conversation, but begins to bounce my balls gently with his foot. There’s nothing I can do now, there’s no way I can stop it. In normal life, I am pretty proud of what I might there call my dick. I’m no slouch when soft, but when my willy is hard I have a large thick tool. And when I am in private, that’s cool and guys love it. But I know that my willy is not supposed to be getting hard here in the Lounge. It’s really humiliating and embarrassing as Sir ignores the fact that his foot is causing my willy to thicken and lengthen and straighten. I can now see the Over beside me out of the corner of my eye. He’s one of the older members, probably late 60s, and he is slobbering all over the feet of a very geeky looking guy who is probably in his late twenties. That contrast and the fact that the older Over, unlike me, is clearly not enjoying his task makes it worse, and before long my willy is at full mast. But the two Unders carry on their conversation as if oblivious to the fact that there is a 6’6” black guy kneeling naked before them with his fully erect willy wagging as one of them continues to gently bounce his balls. It’s worse that no-one in the Lounge is paying any attention to me. I am acutely aware that I am breaking the rules, displaying a stonking erection in the Lounge, yet around me are Unders enjoying afternoon tea or a glass of wine or a beer, reading the paper, chatting with friends. 

Eventually, the bouncing of my balls stops, replaced by the Under putting his foot on my hard willy, pressing it down and watching it slap back against my belly.

”What do we have here?” He asks.

”It is my hard willy, Sir, I am deeply sorry, Sir”

”And what happens to Overs who display unauthorised stiffies in the Lounge?”

”They need to be punished, Sir’

A small drop of precum is now glistening at the tip of my boner, as he apologises to his friend for my poor behaviour. He stands and takes a firm hold of my left ear and pulls me to my feet. I can’t stand properly, as he is hold my ear at his elbow level.

”Come along then, let’s deal with you properly,” he says, and leads me painfully by the ear back to the Den.

This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please email me ([email protected]) any feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!

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Like Father, Like Son

Max had barely looked up from the stock list when the bell above the shop door chimed, announcing a customer’s arrival. His eyes lifted to find his colossal son stepping inside, the doorframe barely containing Harry’s extraordinary width.

Harry was wearing only shorts.

Not just any shorts.

Bright red, low-rise, skin-tight chinos that clung to his massive thighs with desperate determination, the fabric stretched so completely across his quadriceps that individual muscle groups were visible beneath the straining material. A brown belt cinched around his narrow waist created a dramatic contrast with his upper body’s impossible breadth, the V-taper of his torso defying conventional human proportions. Neon-orange boxer briefs peeked brazenly above the waistband, the vibrant fabric forming a visual exclamation point that drew attention to his lower half. The seams along the back visibly strained against the absurdly developed curves of his glutes, the stitching engaged in a constant battle to contain what seemed like two perfect hemispheres attached to a human frame.

Max blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sheer visual impact of his son’s appearance.

“Jesus, son,” he muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of disbelief and reluctant admiration. “You’re gonna cause a bloody accident dressed like that.”

Harry grinned, his perfect white teeth flashing against his tanned skin. With deliberate showmanship, he bounced his immense pectoral muscles, making them dance beneath his bare skin, the extraordinary slabs of muscle moving independently under his complete control. His eyes twinkled with mischief, fully aware of the effect his physique created.

“Can’t help it, Dad,” he replied with practiced nonchalance, as though his appearance was merely an unfortunate side effect of genetics rather than a carefully cultivated display.

Max rolled his eyes, but deep down, he understood. More than understood. The need for attention, for appreciation, for being seen—it ran in the family, passed down like the genetic blueprint for their extraordinary development.

Harry leaned against the counter, his huge arms crossed over his bare chest. The position caused his biceps to bulge impressively, the muscle peak rising like a mountain range beneath golden skin. His substantial frame made the sturdy counter look almost delicate by comparison, the wood creaking softly under his weight.

“I actually came to talk to you about something,” he said, his voice dropping to a more serious register that contrasted with his usual confident banter. “Something I saw a while back.”

Max frowned slightly, his expression shifting to one of guarded curiosity. “Go on.”

Harry exhaled, his massive chest rising and falling with the movement. Then he pushed ahead, committed to the conversation he’d been rehearsing in his mind for days.

“A few months back, I saw a photo on Instagram,” he said slowly, measuring each word. “It was Dylan Kincaid and… you.”

Max froze, his substantial frame suddenly going completely still, like a statue coming to rest after brief animation. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, the only visible reaction to Harry’s words.

“It wasn’t a normal photo,” Harry continued, eyeing his dad carefully, watching for any reaction that might confirm his suspicions. “Looked like some kind of private session.”

Max swallowed, his throat working visibly beneath his perfectly defined jawline. “And?” The single word emerged with forced casualness that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“And I was just wondering…” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, the gesture making his deltoids bunch and shift beneath his skin. “If you’re, like… short of cash?”

Max blinked, momentarily confused by the unexpected direction of the conversation.

“Mate, what?”

Harry shrugged, looking sheepish, his massive shoulders rising and falling with the movement. “I dunno, Dad, I thought maybe… I mean, are you on OnlyFans or something?”

For a second, Max just stared at him, processing the absurdity of the question.

Then—he burst out laughing, the sound rich and genuine, echoing through the shop.

Harry scowled, his perfect features contorting with mild irritation. “Oi, I’m being serious!”

Max wiped his eyes, still chuckling as the tension drained from his body. “Nah, son, no OnlyFans. Not yet anyway.” The joke slipped out easily, a defense mechanism against the real discussion looming before them.

Harry let out a breath, his massive chest deflating slightly with evident relief. “Okay, good. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t secretly flogging gym thirst traps to pay the rent.”

Max smirked, his expression shifting to something more playful. “Wouldn’t be the worst idea, mind you.” The observation carried a hint of truth beneath its humor.

Harry chuckled, but his eyes were still searching, probing for answers. “So what was it, then? What was that photo?”

Max hesitated.

He could lie. He should lie. Preserve the carefully constructed facade he’d maintained for decades, the image of strength and conventional masculinity he’d projected to the world, especially to his son.

But then—Jase’s voice echoed in his mind, clear as if he were standing right beside him.

You and Harry have more in common than you realize.

Max took a slow breath, his massive chest expanding with the intake of air, the decision crystallizing in his mind with unexpected clarity.

“Let’s sit.”

They walked to the small wooden bench outside the shop, the same innocuous piece of furniture where Ethan had first broken Max months ago, where his transformation had begun. The memory sent an involuntary shiver through Max’s substantial frame, a physical reaction to emotional recollection.

It was still too small.

Their immense thighs pressed together as they sat, muscle packed against muscle, their combined mass making the bench seem like children’s furniture. The wood creaked ominously beneath them, protesting the extraordinary weight it was asked to support.

Max glanced at Harry—his perfect, sculpted son, glowing under the afternoon sun, completely at ease in his half-dressed state. Harry’s thighs were enormous, stretching the red fabric to its absolute limit, each separate muscle group visible beneath the straining material. His pecs were swollen with youth and power, projecting outward from his frame with an almost architectural impossibility, casting shadows onto his deeply etched abdominal region.

Max knew.

He had always known.

Slowly, he exhaled, gathering courage for what he was about to reveal.

“I see how you are, Haz,” Max said carefully, his voice low and intimate despite the public setting. “How you love being… admired. How you love being touched. I’ve seen it—plenty of times.”

Harry stiffened, his tan cheeks darkening with a flush that spread down his neck. Every muscle in his body tensed simultaneously, his extraordinary development suddenly rigid with apprehension.

Max saw the flash of panic cross his son’s features, the moment Harry thought he was being judged, being told off for desires he’d never verbalized even to himself.

Gently, Max rested a massive hand on Harry’s colossal thigh, the gesture both reassuring and understanding. The muscle beneath his palm was warm and solid, barely yielding to pressure.

“It’s okay, son,” Max murmured, his voice carrying a tenderness that belied his imposing physical presence. “Like father, like son.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, his expression transforming from apprehension to dawning comprehension.

Max grinned, watching understanding bloom across his son’s features.

And then—everything clicked into place, puzzle pieces falling into perfect alignment.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the revelation hanging in the air between them, too significant for immediate verbalization.

Then, Max started talking.

About himself. About what he had discovered in these past months. About what he had surrendered to, what he had embraced about his deepest desires.

He told Harry everything—how he had always craved being controlled despite his dominant appearance, how he had found liberation in submission, how his extraordinary physical development had become a vehicle for a different kind of fulfillment than he had ever anticipated.

Except for Jase’s involvement.

That was too much too soon, too complex to introduce in this initial confession.

Harry listened in stunned silence, his expression cycling through disbelief, recognition, and finally, profound relief. The realization that he wasn’t alone, that his father—his physical idol—shared the same hidden desires, was overwhelming.

Then, he opened up too.

Slowly, hesitantly, he admitted what he had always known deep down—that he needed more than mere admiration. That he needed direction, control, structure. That he had been exploring these desires with Ethan, with Dylan… even with Jase, though he didn’t elaborate on the details.

Max’s eyebrows shot up at the final name.

“Jase?”

Harry nodded, watching his father’s reaction carefully.

Max hesitated for a moment, then smirked, a knowing expression spreading across his handsome features. “Well, I guess that’s something else we have in common.”

Harry’s expression froze, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the implication.

What?

For a second, he didn’t know whether to be furious or intrigued. His mind raced, trying to process this unexpected information, this new connection between his father and his best friend.

Max, with his best mate?

Harry blinked hard, trying to clear the confusion from his mind, but the realization had already taken root, impossible to dislodge.

Max chuckled at his son’s conflicted expression, shaking his head with fond amusement.

“It’s not like that,” he said simply, neither confirming nor denying the exact nature of his relationship with Jase.

Harry exhaled slowly, staring at him with renewed curiosity, reassessing everything he thought he knew about his father.

Then Max dropped the final bombshell.

“Jase and Ethan… they don’t just use me. They own me. Jointly.”

Harry went still, the words landing with physical impact.

Own.

The word hit something deep inside him, resonating with a part of himself he hadn’t fully acknowledged, a place where his deepest desires had been carefully locked away. The concept of surrendering so completely, of being possessed rather than merely admired, struck a chord that vibrated through his entire being.

Something snapped.

Something surrendered.

Before he could even stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth with unfiltered honesty.

“Okay, I have no idea if I’m furious or turned on right now.”

Max raised an eyebrow, caught between amusement and concern at his son’s reaction.

Harry gulped, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his own response, by the realization of what this conversation was awakening within him.

And then, suddenly, he had to get out of there, had to process this information away from his father’s knowing gaze.

“I should go,” he muttered, already standing up, the bench creaking with relief as his substantial weight lifted from it.

Max watched him carefully, recognizing the signs of emotional overload. “You okay?”

Harry’s thighs tensed visibly, the massive muscle groups shifting beneath the tight fabric of his shorts. A subtle but unmistakable reaction manifested beneath the straining material, physical evidence of his conflicted emotional state.

“Yeah,” Harry murmured, distracted, his focus clearly elsewhere. “Just… need to see Jase.”

And then—he was gone, his massive frame moving with surprising speed despite its extraordinary proportions, leaving Max alone on the bench with the knowledge that everything had changed between them.

The Park: Comicon and an Unexpected Surprise

Jase popped the tab on his Coke, the carbonation hissing as the pressure released. He stretched lazily in the afternoon sun, his athletic frame extending to its full length as he reclined on the park bench. The warmth seeped into his skin, relaxing muscles that had been worked hard during his morning training session.

Ethan sat beside him, his smaller frame nearly dwarfed by Jase’s more substantial development. He was scrolling through his phone with practiced nonchalance, but there was that familiar mischievous glint in his eye, the one that signaled he was plotting something.

Jase noticed it immediately, recognizing the signs after months of partnership. “What?” he asked, curiosity piqued by Ethan’s barely suppressed enthusiasm.

Ethan smirked, the expression perfectly calculated. “Oh, nothing. Just planning something spectacular.”

Jase raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the promise in Ethan’s tone. “Go on…”

Ethan tapped his screen with deliberate casualness. “There’s a Comicon convention next weekend. I reckon we should go.”

Jase snorted, the suggestion unexpected from someone who had never expressed interest in comic culture before. “You? At Comicon?”

Ethan shrugged, his expression innocent yet somehow calculating. “Don’t get me wrong, I do actually really like the comics and nerd shit, but…” He smirked, revealing his true motivation. “I care more about all the insanely jacked hunks in Lycra.”

Jase perked up immediately, his interest visibly ignited by this new perspective. “Okay, now you’re speaking my language.”

Ethan grinned, pleased by Jase’s reaction. “It gets better. Byron Rose Kelly is flying in.”

Jase frowned, the name unfamiliar despite his extensive knowledge of the fitness world. “Who?”

Ethan’s jaw dropped in theatrical disbelief. “Oh, mate. You’re in for a treat.”

He flipped his phone, revealing an Instagram profile with an absurdly high follower count—numbers that suggested this wasn’t just another fitness influencer but someone with genuine cultural impact.

Jase leaned closer, curiosity overriding his earlier skepticism.

The bio simply read:

“Byron Rose Kelly | Athlete | Model | Suit Destroyer.”

Jase’s eyes narrowed at the unusual designation. “Suit Destroyer?”

Ethan chuckled, enjoying his role as guide to this new discovery. “Oh, you’ll see.”

He clicked the latest post, opening a high-resolution image that filled the screen.

Jase froze, his breath catching in his throat.

The photo was a masterpiece of physical display—a close-up shot of Byron’s posterior development stretching a pair of blue suit trousers to near destruction as he bent forward. The fabric was pulled so taut over two stunningly developed gluteal muscles that the stitching was visibly straining, white threads of tension highlighting the extraordinary mass they struggled to contain. The tailoring, expensive and precise, was nonetheless fighting a losing battle against physical development that defied conventional expectations.

Byron had the perfect blend of size and aesthetics, his rugby player thighs thick enough to suggest immense power while maintaining perfect proportion. His upper body, partially visible in the shot, revealed pecs that projected proudly from his frame, perfectly balanced with his lower development—but it was his glutes that were the undeniable masterpiece, the feature around which his brand had clearly been built.

It was the kind of physical development that made you rethink everything you thought you knew about what was possible for the human form.

Jase choked on his Coke, the carbonated liquid going down the wrong way in his moment of surprise.

“FUCK,” he exclaimed when he could finally speak, the single word conveying volumes about his reaction.

Ethan smirked, satisfaction radiating from him. “Told you.”

Jase stared at the screen, completely hypnotized by the physical spectacle on display.

“This is insane,” he murmured, his tone conveying both disbelief and appreciation.

Ethan grinned, knowing he had Jase’s complete attention. “Mate, you haven’t even seen him in motion.”

He swiped to the next post—a slow-motion video of Byron walking towards the camera, wearing an obscenely tight pair of brown trousers that appeared painted directly onto his extraordinary lower body. His white shirt, equally fitted to his impressive upper development, highlighted a physique that seemed designed for display rather than function.

Every single step sent shockwaves rippling through his thick thighs, the fabric shifting and hugging the muscle like it was barely containing a force of nature. His movement was fluid despite the substantial mass he carried, suggesting an athlete’s coordination that enhanced rather than hindered his physical presence.

Jase exhaled sharply, the video confirming everything the still image had suggested and more.

“Okay, now I get the whole ‘suit destroyer’ thing,” he acknowledged, understanding how conventional clothing would be no match for such extreme development.

Ethan nodded, satisfied with Jase’s reaction. “Told you.”

Jase shook his head in disbelief. “Fuck, the things I’d give to have a feel of that hunk. Those thighs are insane! Do you reckon he’d—”

“I’m way ahead of you,” Ethan interrupted, his casual tone belied by the gleam in his eyes.

Jase snapped his gaze up, momentarily distracted from the screen. “What?”

Ethan smirked, taking a deliberate sip of his Coke, dragging out the moment.

“I already asked.”

Jase’s eyes widened, not quite believing what he was hearing. “Asked what, exactly?”

Ethan grinned, his expression suggesting he’d achieved something extraordinary.

“If he’d give us a private show.”

Jase choked again, this time on air alone. “YOU WHAT?”

Ethan nodded, maintaining his casual demeanor despite the bombshell he’d just dropped. “Yep. And guess what?”

Jase couldn’t even speak, his mind racing with possibilities.

Ethan took another sip, eyes twinkling with mischief and triumph.

“He said yes.”

Jase dropped his can, the aluminum clattering against the park bench. “No. Fucking. Way.”

Ethan just grinned, basking in Jase’s stunned disbelief.

Jase stared at him, struggling to process what he’d just heard.

“Mate, HOW?!” The question emerged with genuine bewilderment, unable to comprehend how Ethan had managed such a feat.

Ethan shrugged, playing off his achievement with calculated modesty. “I just messaged him. Told him we were huge fans of his ‘work’ and that we’d love a little one-on-one experience.”

Jase was gobsmacked, his expression cycling through disbelief, shock, and finally, admiration.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, shaking his head in wonderment.

Ethan smirked, enjoying Jase’s reaction. “Oh, and that’s not all.”

Jase exhaled sharply, unable to imagine what could possibly top this revelation. “There’s more?”

Ethan wiggled his phone with theatrical flourish. “Byron asked if there were any particular outfits we’d like him to bring with him.”

Jase blinked, momentarily speechless.

Ethan beamed, the smile of someone who had achieved everything they’d set out to accomplish.

“I already sent him a list.”

Jase’s jaw hit the floor, his expression one of pure awe.

“You legend,” he declared, genuine admiration coloring his tone.

Ethan winked, accepting the compliment as his due. “Mate, never turn down an opportunity to worship hunks in tight clothing.”

Jase exhaled sharply, still processing the magnitude of what Ethan had arranged. “You are so right.”

He lifted his drink in a toast, the gesture almost reverential.

“Cheers to Byron… and his magnificent physique.”

Ethan held his can in the air in reply, the afternoon sun glinting off the aluminum. “To getting our hands on that magnificent development you mean! Now, who’s your favorite superhero? We may need to go shopping for Mr. Kelly, before he arrives.”

How I got into cucking

This is from years ago but it’s how I learned that I was into cuckolding. I was with a guy for about 8 months when he told me that he wanted to explore more kink. We were both versatile but I usually topped up to this point. Over the next 3-4 months we explored mainly Dom/sub stuff and he showed me his extensive toy collection. He noticed that during these sessions I tended to be a bit more submissive and so he took the reins as the Dom but usually still bottomed. We had discussed adding a third a few times but hadn’t done it yet. One day after we had sex we showered then he cuffed my hands behind my back and blindfolded me, I felt him rub a cool liquid on my cock and after a few minutes it went numb I then heard him pulling stuff out and when he took off the blindfold I saw that he had put a chastity cage on me. He was holding a strap on and I thought he was going to peg me with it, instead he put it on me and took off the handcuffs and had me peg him with it. When we were done he told me to go wash the toy, when I got back I noticed he was wearing the chastity key around his neck on a chain. Later that week he was showing me guys on grindr that he thought be would fun for a third. We agreed on one and chat with him for a few days and he came over that weekend. I thought my bf was going to uncage me but instead he left it on and the guy came over two hours earlier than I thought he was supposed to. So I hadn’t showered or anything but my bf had.

The two of them chat for a bit and then we went into the bed too and I pulled my bf aside and asked him for the key. He said I wouldn’t need it and I’d just be watching. I was a bit confused and at first upset, they started making out and taking off shirts and pants but still had underwear on when my bf stopped and said I should get naked first. The guy laughed when he saw my cage, I was embarrassed but so turned on at that point. Then they got naked and my bf put the guy in doggy and started topping him. I’d been begging him to top me for the last few weeks but he always preferred bottoming. Part way through my bf stood and says I look lonely, pulls out the strap on and throws it to me. Tells me to use that to get off, I told him I wasn’t prepped to bottom. He said he didn’t care, when I still didn’t do it he got up and told me either start using it or get out. I didn’t think he’d actually kick me out until he grabbed my arm and pulled me up then pushed me out the door and closed and locked it. I was so thrown by that, ended up grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wrapping it around me and sat in the living room until they were done and came out fully dressed. After the guy left my bf told me I embarrassed him in front of the guy and would have to make it up to him then undid the towel and pulled it off me before telling me to suck his balls. He wouldn’t let me suck his cock but made me sniff it and then I had to peg him again before he told me about what happened during the 35 minutes I was kicked out of the room. That was the start of our cuckold relationship. We did go back and forth with it and he loved topping guys in front of me but I also did my share of cucking him over the next year.

Just a quick summary, I studied at university and lived with five people. Two of which were in a couple they were both older medical students I was a first year law student. the guy in the relationship was a 6 foot four muscle God of a man. Not only was he studying to be a doctor but he was unbelievably muscly as on the side he was a pro athlete wrestler. The girl was not slouch either she was a gorgeous cyclist who was training to be a doctor.

As a house we all got on really well, to the point where everyone in the house started calling the couple mum and dad, and the rest of us we would do are the kids.

there have been a few times when I had seen his body we would go swimming as a group and honestly, I would spend most of my time in the pool trying to hide my boner. He was un- real. There was one time when we went swimming and he was wearing speedos and honestly, it looked like he had a fat cock. Safety said that day onward I wanked over him more times than I could count

The story starts when one night I was sat in our living room And I heard arguing coming from the bedroom. After a few minutes, Geue stopped, a door slammed and the guy came down. His name is George. 
he sat on the sofa and apologised asking if I heard anything. I said I didn’t make out any of the conversation and after that me and him just sat in silence whilst the TV played.

he kept huffing whilst we watched TV and eventually I asked him what was up, he told me not to tell the rest of the house but the reason they were arguing is because he asked her to fuck after the gym and she called him disgusting because she doesn’t like sweaty sex. he asked me if I saw anything wrong with that and I responded honestly no in my experience post gym sex is fantastic. 
he asked if I had much experience with it and I said “yeah, honestly there’s been a few times I’ve met up with guys specifically after the gym, the musk is a turn on”. He was shocked and said he didn’t expect this side from me. I honestly didn’t think it was that kinky but aparently she is really vanilla and they have only ever done missionary so he sees it as really kinky. 
I said that is honestly just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to me. He seemed interested, so I said “tell you what, I’m not gunna air out all my laundry but if you tell me one I’ll tell you one” which he agreed to. I didn’t wanna start on the deep end so I started easy, that I liked being spat on a little. “Fuck, damn that’s really cool I’ve always wanted to try that” he said. It was his turn now and I was waiting so I hinted to push him along, he said he liked people complimenting his body, Almost worshipping it which I joked that he shouldn’t have a problem finding that with his body. He asked how  I knew what his body looks like, to which I said “bro… swimming” and he laughed realising how silly his question was. “Do you check me out” he asked, I didn’t see the point in lying so I just said yeah, and I did think he had a really nice body. “ careful after what I just told you you might turn on” he laughed. I just ignored that because I low key would love to. 
see he was such a soft sweet guy, but had such a rocking hard body, I kinda wanted to see what he was like when he was in bed. 
“ Your turn” he said
maybe I’ll Try something a bit more Risqué 

“ I like being dominated a little bit, less thrown around and more the guy lays back and tells me what to do as he flexes his body let’s say” I’d specifically put that last part in to shed light on the fact I’m a worship boy.

He asked what I meant by that, and I was not afraid to clarify I told him I liked when a guy would sit back put his arms behind his head and just tell me to go for it and that if the guy has muscles I like him to give me a little gunshow as I’m down there. 
“fucking he’ll bro, that’s the exact sort of thing I wanna do with her but she has no interest” he said

 “haha sorry man, no luck, if I was a girl I’d happily” I said winking and laughing trying to suggest it was a joke, “anyways, now you” 

“ well, okay don’t judge me for this one” he said, I nodded “I like want to be called daddy I guess” 

WHAT 

god that’s hot, I love a daddy and fuck me I’d want him to be mine.

”I’d be a hypocrite to judge…” I say.

”your a daddy too?” He asked all exasperated. I laughed at him.

”nooo, I get someone who I can call daddy” 

I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the fact he didn’t realise what I was trying to say. Jest then I saw him adjust in his shorts, is he getting turned on. 
“So you want a guy who’s a daddy who does this?” He said, as his moved his hips forward, and flexed his biceps behind his head, when he did that his buldge gave off a bit more, and his shirt lifted revealing some of the bottom set ups in the dark hair that laid on top of them. It was such a sexy site if it weren’t for the blanket over me he would be able to see that I had a solid tent that was playing with just a little bit. 
“ Yeah, pretty much.. I guess” I said not wanting to come on too strong. 

“ This is exactly what I want to do to a girl, just sit there and tell her to make daddy feel good” he said.

” Honestly George, that sounds like a fantastic time to me” I said

” so what else works for you then kid” he said, it’s just a nick name but it has more weight behind it after calling himself daddy.

” well, see you though we’re being open, I enjoy a little bit of piss play… daddy” I tested them waters.

” Fuck, I like that as well” he said, he didn’t respond to the daddy comment.

” Clearly, this friendship is just such a perfect match Isn’t it… Daddy” 

“ clearly it is… not dad anymore then?” He noticed.

” Well, I just thought must have sat there flexing for me. I might as well” 

“ Shit, I didn’t even realise I was still sat like this” he said, still keeping his arms behind his head. He flexed again for me. “Well, what about this then, are you only a nice guy or do you enjoy the full physique?” He said, he moved one of his arms from behind his head and put it on his crotch, then he slowly started moving it upwards onto his stomach, his thumb catching the material of his T-shirt and lifting it up revealing six pack. It was so developed and it had the perfect amount of thick black hair covering the centre of the abs, he was hairier than had expected,  he clearly hasn’t shaved in a while, hot. 
“ yeah, that’s pretty hot, but personally I prefer packs to abs” I said

” Oh what, these?” He lifted his shirt further, revealing his hard pecs, covered in a thick dark hair, his nipples we’re small but hard.

” Exactly like that, I’d find that really sexy “ I said, trying to tease and insinuate he wasn’t turning me on.

He let go of his gym shirt, and put his arm behind his head again, the shirt stayed up using his pecs as a stand. 
he hmm’ed at me, clearly Picking up what I had said.

picking up what I had said.

“ To be honest, it sounds like if we fucked we could go out” He said

 He said

“ Yeah, I agree, perfectly Marched, aren’t we daddy” 

“yeah son, yes we are” his gym shorts weren’t giving him much support, and I could see a full cock length through the material hardening up. Clearly he’s turned on, by the look of it it’s thick, and long. 
“that’s pretty much all I’ve got honestly” he said, “anything else for  you?” He asked me

”just one more, I love a big thick cock, and some heavy balls…” I looked him in the eye, then down at his crotch then back in the eye. 
“perfectly matched then” he said

”hmm?”

”well, I’ve got a big thick cock… and two very heavy balls” he responded.

“Oh is that true” I asked

”bro if only you knew “ he laughed

” worship-able? “ 

“very” 

Sounds hot to me, at this point, I’m so jerking off underneath the blanket I’m trying to figure out a way for me to see that dick. 
“well actually I do like one more thing” he Said “ I like being Straddled”

” definitely Perfect then, because I’m the type of guy who likes to grind against someone whilst I straddle him before we get going” I said, starting to make it more obvious I’m starting at his body and cock. 
“how unfortunate That me and you haven’t had the chance, then” he said

i agreed with him. 
“ just so we can see how much we are, why don’t you come and demonstrate?” He said, I know how he flexed his packs, abs and biceps a few times as he said this.

” Well, I can’t refuse you Daddy” I said. 
I tucked my dick in my waiste band so it wouldn’t pop out whilst I walked, then I took the blanket off me and walked over to him. 
“I like to do this” I said.

i leant my hand on the back of the sofa, and put out one leg next to his, then climbed over him putting the other leg on the other side. 
“then what” he asked

 “hmm well, I do this” I lowered my ass onto his groin, and started moving it back-and-forth rubbing into the material. 
“good moves, keep showing off” Don’t tell me twice I thought.

” By now, I’ll probably say something like, fuck daddy your body is Turning me on so much” I said

” yeah?” he said, I nodded.

I put one of my hands on his pack, and started rubbing it.

I put one of my hands on his pec, and started rubbing it.

“Yeah that feels good” he said rolling his eyes back and closing them.

With my fingers, I made sure to keep pushing his top a little bit at a time trying to make it obvious that I wanted it off.

”if you want it off do it yourself” he said in a powerful voice.

”okay daddy” I said, I ran my thumbs across his biceps to the bottom of his shirt and use my thumb to lift it and pulled it over his head and his arms revealing his strong shoulders. 
“that’s better son”

” then I’d do something like this “ I kissed his bicep that he placed behind his hair again, and followed it to his musky arm pit, once I reached it I gave it a good sniff. 
“that’s good” he said “sniff my sweaty pits” he grabbed my head with his free hand and pushed it into his pit some more, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. 
I felt his hips start grinding into me as he released pressure on my head, once his hand was placed back to where it came from, I proceeded to kiss from his armpit to his nipple. He let out a moan. I started climbing onto the floor, putting myself between his knees.

” What’s next son”

” Don’t worry, daddy I’ll show you everything I can do” I responded

I responded.

With my hand I rubbed his legs and did the same with my other hand, I rubbed his thighs whilst watching his cock twitch in his pants, then with one hand I reached underneath his shorts and brushed against his cock. He let out another moan . I took that as an invitation and grabbed his thick dick with my hand. It was huge, and it was warm. slowly, I started to massage his cock, I don’t know if it was The tight shorts or a huge dick, but there was not a lot of space. 
I pulled down his waistband with my free hand, revealing his cock with my hand on it. I looked up into his eyes as I opened my mouth and Moved it towards his cock. The second my lips made contact with the head, his eyes closed and He let out a moan. 

His dick was going to be a challenge, but I like that. I felt a hand on the back of my head and he pushed me down hard into his dick. 
“suck daddy’s dick” he moaned 

I started ggaging on the sheer girth of his cock. I got about 5 inches down, before I started gagging, and I still had another 3 or 4 inches to go. 
I saw my spit start to leek down the sides of his cock onto his pubes. I lifted my head off when he removed his hand. 
I noticed  his balls, they were huge like he said, I started sucking them. 
I gave them a good go over and it was accompanied but plenty of moaning from him. 
“your so fucking ripped, and your cock and balls are a gift” I said

”prove it to me” he said.

started spitting on his dick and rubbing it, before standing up again. He opened his eyes. I pulled my own pants down Revealing my solid cock. I started grinding against his fat cock, whilst I’m massaged his abs and pecks. I took a deep breath as I rose my body. A few inches, I grabbed underneath my arse and made his dick point up. I let It  spread my arse cheeks forced the head to reach my hole. I started lowering myself onto his cock, it was painful but I felt the head breakthrough. Moving up and down a little bit at a time i slowly took the length of his full dick. 
As soon as he felt my weight from my ass on his thighs, his arms whipped around to my hips, and pushed up a little, I was worried he wanted me to get off, but as I lifted an inch or two his grip tightened and stopped me moving. Then he started fucking me. I heard the slaps of his heavy balls against my ass, and I felt his breath in my face. I could smell his sweat from the gym he’s been to an hour prior, and it turned me on. My dick was sleeping on his abs, I couldn’t control it. I wasent sure how long he was in me before I realise I was about to cum. As I felt the orgasm approach, he wrapped his arms about me and started fucking me harder, his speed increased so much. He was hugging me so tight whilst he fucked me that I could feel almost crushed, but it made me feel so turned on being this close to his sweaty chest. I tried to mutter that I was going to cum. But I couldn’t say any words as my face was buried into his shoulder. Without warning I felt his dick grow, it was pulsing, he was cumming, I felt a half dozen strings of cum inside me, then I started to cum between our body’s, I felt the stickiness slide between us, whilst I still felt his cum fill my ass, each pulse getting lesser and less. He quickly lifted me and I watched as his dick spat out 3 more thick long strings of cum. Got he must have came so much, it shot out, one hitting my chin, the other two covering and mixing with the cum on my body. We just sat there, covers in each other cum. Heavy breathing filled the room. 
“im gunna use your shower okay” 

I nodded knowing he couldn’t use his and his gf as they share one. He walked out of the room after putting his shirt back on, and I was left there, covered in his sweat, and speem, I couldn’t help but use my finger to taste it. 
I waited for him to finish, and he came back down. 
“if you tell anyone you won’t ever get to feel my cock again” he said

”wait are you saying this will happen again” I asked

”yeah, I’m your daddy now, your going to worship me and be my fuck toy, I was tame this time, but I’ll make sure you know your owned next time” he smirked, I felt my hard dick still stiff twitch.

”okay daddy, it’s our little secret” I said

”good boy” he said, he walked out of the room, as he got to the doorway, he groped his cock and scratched his pec lifting his shirt to it, giving me one last show. 
I immediately went to my room and Sheri’s, where I jerked of cumming again.

the next day we all say for breakfast. He acted like nothing happened, he was his normal bubbly self. As we finished it was my turn to do dishes so I started to, everyone left the room whilst I finished up to go and sit in the living room. I got on with it as I felt a tap on my shoulder. 
I turned around and it was George. 
“suck it” he said, I looked at him, then looked around making sure everyone left, it was empty aside from me and him.

i got on my knees and pulled his pants down, he was soft, so I put it all in my mouth, I felt it harden, his cock got warmer as it filled my mouth and pushed itself out, still leaving a few inches out as he was solid. He pushed me off

”good boy, your on call to me when I want you now okay” he said pulling his pants up 

“I am your daddy, I can’t wait” I said 

He walked off leaving me on my knees with spit on my chin. 

to be continued

 “no more fighting it, you’ve already got the vacation approval, and packed a whole suitcase. Might as well go all the way” Casey tell’s himself as he stares at his suitcase contemplating the pros and cons of committing to attempting a fantasy he’s had for ‘O so long. 

 Casey had been a long time closet crossdresser, only leaving in the late nights walking the streets of his city dressed in women’s clothing whenever he was horny only he was wanting more. He was wanting the full experience of a true crossdressing slut. He had been having fantasies of being dressed in women’s clothing going to bars and clubs and approached by men looking to have a good time. And finally after God knows how many make up tutorials, waxing sessions, and outfits he’d bout online he was finally ready to do something about it. 

 He practiced nightly dressing from head to toe in a sleek black dress, heels and make up looking highly feminine from afar. He purchased a ticket to Nevada to strut his stuff on the streets of Las Vegas to complete this urge. 

 Stepping of the plane he felt nervous that maybe he should quit while he’s ahead but ever the determined trooper he pushed on saying he would no longer be too scared to live. 

Settling in to the hotel he waited till nightfall and walked the streets of LA to get a good idea of where to go for his experience. Once he figured where a good spot would be amongst the chain of hotels, bars, strip clubs and liquor stores he returned to his hotel and began preparing for the next night.

 When night fall came on day two he dressed in his usual sleek hip hugging dress, brown wig, black heels and shawl. Did his make up to his exact liking and since his name was already feminine he decided not to use a fake one. 

 As he left the hotel his heart began to beat out of his chest nervous and worried for how he would be received, but it turns out he had nothing to worry. Walking amongst the crowd he felt eyes were on him but nothing malicious or creepy and finally began to come to terms and release all fear to the wind. 

 Chatting up some ladies who happen to see him crossing their path wearing little to no clothes at all in comparison to him he explained he was just out for some fun. The ladies chatting looking and each other and suggested hanging out by a local bar where tons of guys seem to enjoy pounding drinks and hitting on women. The pointed her(Casey) in a direction and drunk on confidence and high on enthusiasm she took off looking to make the most of her night. 

 The walk wasn’t bad but the bar was across a small park that was semi lit and had plenty of shrubbery and foliage filling it only showing the one clear path through all be it only a single block . So with gusto she trudged through. 

 Whilst walking she felt a things of unease deep into her as she passed through the path noticing almost ever dark corner the came into view. 

 Suddenly a voice that seemed to come from almost nowhere called out to her

“He beautiful, little late to be walking all on your own this time of night” 

She ignores it and began to pick up pace, not long after she had made it to the recommended bar and realized that it was actually closed, no lights, no music, and… No guys. There was graffiti covering the walls and windows outside the building and a homeless man wrapped in a blanket laying down blocking the door in front.

 Sullen from being played by the ladies she thought were being genuine and upset and herself for falling for such a trick she began walking back to her hotel saddened and in all this she had forgotten the strange voice the catcalled her from the shrubs down the path. 

 Stopping to sit on a bench under one of the lights on the path to rest her feet from walking so much the voice from earlier speaks out to her again. 

 ” Yeah that’s spots been dead for years you must be new in town” she sits upright hearing the voice and suddenly remembering it from just moments ago. She looks around and sees nothing but seconds later a man in in baggy torn pants, a heavy weatherproof jacket and T-shirt emerges from the bush. 

 She eagerly stands ready to move

“Woa woa I’m not some weirdo, Im sorry for what I said earlier usually only whores and druggies come through here this late, sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” The man pulls a pack of smokes from the pocket of his coat and pulls a cigarette from the box. ” Got a light?” He asks holding the cigarette out. 

 Wearily constantly second guessing her actions he reaches into her purse and pulls out a lighter hanging it to the man. The man sits on the bench as he flicks his lighter until a flame comes and lights his smoke. 

 As he puffs his cigarette he asked

“You must be new around here, vacation or new residence?” Handing back the borrowed lighter

“Vacation” she replies placing the lighter in her purse, suddenly feeling less weary and sitting on the far end of the bench away from the man. 

 ” Well I hope you enjoy your time, thanks for the light, and by the way I meant it when I said I thought you were beautiful” Conforming the voice she heard before was in fact his. 

 “Well thank you…” She responded and sat it silence for seconds before continuing “but unfortunately it hasn’t been all that” 

“Well why not” asked the man not directly facing her but looking out the corner of his eye towards her. 

 “Well..” she began hesitantly

“I was told there was a pretty hot bar over this way but as you can see I was lied to… Probably just so they could laugh at the tourist”

 “Hehehe” the man chuckled a small weezing laugh 

 “So you think it’s funny too” she remarked looking slightly agitated and embarrassed 

 ” Yeah I do, it’s probably cause you were on their corner and thought you would take their business” the man remarked. 

 ” Well I’m not like that I’m only out here for fun” she remarked

 “Oh surely dressed like that who in their right mind could even make that mistake” he said as he left out another small chuckle. 

 ” Well thanks for the tip, have a good night” she slid her heels on and walked away. 

 Returning to her hotel room having conflicting feelings about the whole ordeal she found herself horny and decided to play with herself for a moment before heading back out not letting herself be torn down by tonight’s failure and decided maybe dressing more Slutty will get her more action. 

 Slipping into a miniskirt and corset combo while inserting a butt plug with a tail attached she hit the streets for round two. She this time got a bit of attention from a few passer bys, and received several compliments along the way. But slowly noticed that less people were out this time of night, checking the time it was already 3 am. Realized her time for fun had passed she began heading back to her hotel but suddenly looking around found herself lost near another path through another park. 

 Looking around she didn’t hear nor notice anyone coming and dashed into the park as she had been needing to relieve herself for sometime since leaving the room.

Ducking off into the shadow of a bush off the path and out of range of the light she pulled down her panties, squatted down and began relieving herself. The pleasure of finally doing so was most noticable especially to prying eyes further in the brush. 

“Crunch” the crunch of a stick could be hear behind her as she whipped around to see what was there still squatted down causing her to fall backwards. 

 Suddenly she the grip of a pair of hands grab her by her corset, and and another by her ankles whilst she was dragged deeper into the brush. 

(Well call them “Bum # 1” and “Bum #2” B1 and B2 for short)

“Hell-” she began to call for help but just then a hand was placed over her mouth cutting of her cries for assistance. As soon replaced with a rag of some sort. She struggled as he screams were muffled by the rag in her mouth. was carried to a tent of sorts and thrown to the ground.  

 Being held by the wrists above and by her ankles below she felt a hard slap come across her face making her shudder in fear, the rag was then removed and placed over her eyes as a voice she couldn’t tell from where began to say 

“There’s a price for pissing in my park” B1 says in a low grumbling tone and she felt a hairy set of unkempt, smelly balls be placed on her nose. 

 Her eyes wide in shock behind the blindfold in disbelief 

“Is this really happening right now” she began to frantically think. 

 “Be a good girl and nothin will happen to ya we promise, your just paying your dues” B2 remarks and a slightly higher excited tone

 She winced as a flaccid penis began slapping down on her lips, and she felt her skirt rise. 

 “Holy shit” said B2, “She’s a HE” 

 ” No way, your lyin” says B1

“Come n look” as a man flopped around her soft meat. The pair of balls lifted and embarrassment began to set in as it began to harden to a small 4 inches. 

 “Well.. you gonna turn it down” says B1

” Hell no” said B2 as they forcefully turned her onto her stomach. 

B1 then delivers another hard slap to her face and tells her 

 “Open wide and play nice” as he presses his flaccid penis against Casey’s lips. 

 Not knowing the right move to make she reluctantly opens her mouth and accepts the man’s meat. It tastes of dirt, sweat, and piss and she felt a few chucks of something she couldn’t identify come off his penis as he thrusts his penis in and out of her mouth. 

 The man’s penis begins to hard and he said hold on tight and a rush of liquid begin to fill her mouth. Scared in the moment she unconsciously begins to swallow everything discusted by the taste of the man relieving himself down her throat as his dick hardened he began to pick up pace. 

 “Oh you’ve got a nice mouth, we picked a good one this time” B1 says as he forced his cock to the back of Casey’s throat holding it in place until she begins to cough violently and nearly vomit. 

At the same time she could feel a cold wetness cover her hold and hands grip firmly to her asscheeks spreading them apart and without warning a sharp pain is felt as B2 jams only the head of his thick cock into the never used hole.

B2 pulls out his cock and spits on it rubbing his saliva all over Casey’s ass and reinserting his cock over and over.

She could feel this mans cock tearing her insides apart. The man began to ruthlessly pound into her poor hole and the cock in her mouth continues to slam itself into her throat. After 10 min of having being filled from both ends continuously she was lost in ecstasy. 

She couldn’t think straight, as they picked up speed she was reminded how she had fantasized about this exact situation never thinking it would really happen. 

The man in her mouth stopped to breath while she felt her ass fill with a warm liquid realizing the man in her ass had pissed inside of her. Both men pulled from her holes and Casey collapsed on the group gasping for air. 

The men grabbing her by her hands and feet carrying deeper into the forest. Dropping her on the ground the men began to to use her holes all over again. 

After synchronizing their strokes she felt them speed up and fill her with hot cum. The hold their places forcing the cum as deep as they can. Before one say abruptly 

“Come n get it boys” as multiple footsteps are heard and before she knows it she is being used by two new hardened cock both bigger than the last. She doesn’t even fight as she gives her holes to the strange men. Still unable to to see past the blindfold. 

The cock pulls from her mouth and she is fed a liquid coming from a mysterious bottle and immediately after swallowing the cock returned pounding into her throat. 

She feels hot liquid pouring onto her back as she assumes they are marking their territory. She begins feeling dizzy going in and out of consciousness. As the two cocks pound harder and harder just before blacking out she feels her holes being filled with hot milky cum.

 The bums had invited every cock in the park to fuck Casey relentlessly, occasionally she would wake up to feel her body being ravaged but then would fall asleep again. Then men after having their fill drenched her in piss and cum. 

 She awakens to birds chirping nearby, sticky cum everywhere and smelly heavily of urine. She notices written on her hand with a pen from her purse saying 

“We have your card, keys, phone, and id. Meet us at your hotel we’ll be waiting” she sits in the forest pondering what to do to humiliated to tell anyone she walked back her hotel enduring every dirty look on walk of shame. 

Upon arriving to the hotel she knocked on her room door. It opens with ease and she steps inside to accept her fate. 

That’s the end for now let me know if I should write more

Our beautiful summer weather here on the Queensland coast is about to turn to custard with the imminent arrival of Cyclone Albert (it is just like a hurricane but spins clockwise since we are in the southern hemisphere).

My little rental unit is completely safe, old brick building that was built maybe 50 years ago.

But, a friend of mine has a unit down on the Gold Coast (about a 2.5hr drive south) which according to the latest ‘modelling’ is supposed to get the direct hit.  My friend is away so has asked me if I would keep an eye on the place for him.  Why not, it is on the 14th floor, right on the beach, so it should be a fantastic vantage point to enjoy the storm.  Same deal, very old building so no worries about it falling down.  I might have to tape up the windows if it really gets windy.

So I drove down on Thursday and the weather wasn’t that bad at all.  Patchy sky, light showers, the ocean was roaring, but not like the ‘war zone’ that the media made it out to be.  After I settled in I thought I’d go for a walk up to the end of the beach (15km up and back).  There were a few people about but the further I headed north, the more deserted the beach was.

Although the beaches were closed for swimming, I noticed that the lifeguard towers were still manned.  The walk up the beach was lovely and not long after I turned around for the walk home I checked my phone and, as usual, checked Grindr.  I’ve had some success with Grindr on the Gold Coast and was looking forward to some fun while I was down there.  Couple of speedo guys on there and I figured I’d see what I could find when I got back to the apartment.  By logging on, I was telling guys that I was in the area and DTF (down to fuck).

Ten minutes later, I got a message on Grindr.  It was a profile with no photo, which is a pet hate of mine, but the message had four photos attached.  The photos were selfies of a guy wearing a red speedo in front of a mirror.  His message said “You are close, you on the beach?”  It said the distance was 500 feet.  Looking up and down the beach, there wasn’t anyone within 500 feet of me.

I was intrigued… it wasn’t the kind of day for hanging out in the dunes.  “Just been for a walk up to the Spit.”

The reply was quick: “I’m a lifeguard, boring day sitting here on my own.  I think I saw you walk past a little while ago headed up that way.”

“I love lifeguards!  Want some company?”

“Would love a blow and go if you are keen?”

“I love sucking lifeguard cock!  Count me in.”

“I can see you through my binoculars, I’m tower #69, climb up the ladder and I’ll be ready for your mouth.”  Of course, it wasn’t really tower #69, I can’t share that of course.

He was right, the next tower was #69.  Walking up the dunes, I could see the silhouette of The Lifeguard but nothing much else.  I started climbing the ladder.

This was a first for me.  Despite being a junior lifeguard growing up, we never got to go up in to the tower and I have to admit, this was a fantasy cumming true for me.

As I opened the door to the lifeguard tower, the view was better than any fantasy I had ever had!  There he was, face me, spread eagle wearing just a red speedo and his cock was hard, stretching the lycra.

The lifeguard was even nice enough to fold a towel and place it on the floor in front of him, so I didn’t hurt my knees.

This wasn’t my first blog and go, so I got on my knees.  The Lifeguard pulled the front of his red speedos down, releasing his fully erect, shaved, cut cock.  I got to work.

I do have a passion for sucking cock, if it has been a while I actually get a craving for it.

Once his cock was lathered up with my spit, I worked down and gave The Lifeguards balls some attention.  I appreciated that he was shaved, nothing worse than a mouthful of pubes.  After a little while I slid my tongue slowly up his shaft back to his knob end and licked away.  The Lifeguard started to get vocal.  As he got more and more vocal I returned to taking him deep in to my throat sucking him from the base to the tip, my left hand rubbing his balls gently, my right hand stroking his cock in motion with my lips sliding up and down the full length of his cock.

He was getting close.  His hips were thrusting up and he was quite loud.  There was nobody within a kilometer of us and it was pretty windy out, let alone the noise of the surf.  Then, with his hips thrust out towards the sky, his cock buried deep in my mouth he let out a hell of a groan and I felt the first shot of cum getting fired straight down my throat.  The Lifeguards hips sunk down and I nearly let him slip out of my mouth, before his hips thrust upwards again and I took the second shot of cum.  The remaining shots of cum were more drizzles, and I lapped them up, not letting my lips leave his cock.  When the Lifeguard finally settled down, his cock was just starting to soften and I removed my lips giving the head of his cock one last flick of my tongue.

Pushing against his knees, I got to my feet, gave him a wink, walked out the door and climbed down the ladder back to the beach.  He did say “Thanks mate, that was awesome!”

Back on the beach I resumed my walk south, my cock was rock hard and the taste of cum filled my mouth….

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As a bit of a post script to what happened, I tried in vain that afternoon/night to find another hookup (it isn’t always speedos and blowjobs).  Around 6pm I went down to the hottub and sauna, I wore my red speedo.  There were a few people about and had a couple of hours drinking and chatting with different folks, a few interesting stories of people being stuck because they had shut the airports.  Nothing naughty to report, just a fun night after fulfilling a fantasy of mine.

The next morning, the weather was worse and I did get a message from the Lifeguard, he thanked me again and told me to hit him up next time I went for a walk along the beach.  An invitation I look forward to accepting in the coming days.  I also mentioned that another of my fantasies is to be bent over and fucked in a lifeguard tower.  The Lifeguard replied “That is an invitation I look forward to accepting.”

The Discovery of Dark Secrets

The slaves, Lucas, Marc, and Étienne, began to notice strange behavior from the Emir and Malik. They exchanged furtive glances, hushed whispers, and mysterious documents. Intrigued, the slaves decided to conduct their own investigation.

One evening, while the Emir and Malik were away, the slaves discreetly searched the Emir’s private apartments. They discovered hidden files, coded letters, and audio recordings. The documents revealed suspicious financial transactions, the names of influential people, and evidence of human trafficking.

The slaves were shocked by the revelations contained in the documents. They discovered that the Emir was involved in a large-scale human trafficking network, selling slaves to wealthy and powerful clients around the world. The documents mentioned the names of politicians, business leaders, and even royalty.

The audio recordings revealed conversations between the Emir and his accomplices, discussing their plans to expand their network and increase their profits. The slaves realized that their own situation was only a small part of a much larger and corrupt system.

By searching the documents, the slaves discovered that Malik was not only the slaves’ trainer, but also a double agent. He was secretly working for a rival organization, seeking to overthrow the Emir and take control of the human trafficking network. The documents revealed that Malik had infiltrated the harem to gather information and sabotage the Emir’s operations.

The slaves faced a dilemma: should they trust Malik and collaborate with him to overthrow the Emir, or should they find a way to escape on their own? They decided to confront Malik to get answers.

The slaves waited for the right moment to confront Malik. They surprised him in a secluded room of the harem, where he was reviewing some documents. Malik, surprised but calm, listened attentively.

“We know everything, Malik,” Lucas said firmly. “We discovered the documents and the recordings. We know you work for a rival organization.”

Malik looked at them with an enigmatic smile.

“You’re smarter than I thought,” he replied. “Yes, I work for a rival organization. But my intentions are to overthrow the Emir and dismantle his human trafficking network. I want to put an end to this corruption and cruelty.”

The slaves exchanged uncertain glances. They didn’t know if they could trust Malik, but they realized they had no other choice. They decided to collaborate with him to overthrow the Emir and put an end to his illegal activities.

Malik developed a plan to overthrow the Emir. He explained to the slaves that they needed to gather additional evidence and pass it on to his organization. They also needed to neutralize the harem guards and take control of operations.

The slaves, under Malik’s guidance, began gathering additional evidence. They photographed the documents, recorded the Emir’s conversations, and documented the harem’s illegal activities. They passed the information on to Malik’s organization, which began preparing an operation to dismantle the human trafficking network.

On the day of the operation, the slaves and Malik put their plan into action. They neutralized the harem guards and took control of operations. Malik’s organization arrived on the scene, accompanied by security forces and government officials.

The Emir, taken by surprise, was arrested and taken to stand trial. The slaves, freed from their subjugation, witnessed the arrests and searches. They realized that their struggle for freedom had finally paid off.

The slaves, now free, were taken into care by Malik’s organization. They received medical care, psychological counseling, and resources to rebuild their lives. They were also protected by security measures to avoid any reprisals from the Emir’s accomplices.

The slaves began to rebuild their lives, seeking to regain their identity and dignity. They received help finding jobs, housing, and educational opportunities. They learned to overcome their trauma and rebuild their self-esteem.

The slaves testified at the Emir’s trial, revealing the crimes and illegal activities of the harem. Their testimony was crucial in convicting the Emir and his accomplices, and in dismantling the human trafficking network.

It was Friday night and Ben was celebrating with his friends. They had arranged to meet at the house of one of the boys whose parents weren’t at home. Everyone brought something to drink or snacks and someone always had a playlist to play. So they partied without having to go to an expensive club.

Around one o’clock in the morning, Ben got a message from John, Dad’s best friend: “I left you a present. You should come home quickly and take it!” – with a winking smiley face.

For as long as Ben could remember, John was at Dad’s every Friday night. Sometimes they watched a sports program, always drank beer and Ben suspected that they had always made time with each other on these nights. The fact that Dad and his best friend had sex with each other was a new realization from the last few weeks, but this one suggested it.

Ben replied: “Will it still be there later?”. He didn’t actually want to leave the party yet and whatever John had there, was it really so important that he had to go home for it now

John replied with a photo. It took Ben a moment to realize what he was looking at. It was a man’s naked ass with cum dripping out of his hole. Ben was startled and quickly put his hand on the screen of his cell phone. He looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed anything. He quickly found a quiet corner and looked at the display again. It was indeed the rather hairy ass of… of who? John’s? It didn’t matter, Ben immediately became curious. He had never received a message like this before, it was exciting, actually totally perverted, but all the more exciting for that. His cock immediately became hard, he could hardly control it. Neither the loose-fitting boxer shorts nor the sweatpants he was wearing could hide his hard-on, so he tried to think of something else.

Again his cell phone vibrated, again John had written a message: “Come and get it! Your father could do with another one today!”

Ben gave up, he had no real chance of thinking about anything else. He had already fucked his dad once, but his dad wasn’t really the passive type. With his strong, hairy body, the moustache, the always somehow stern-looking facial expression, his deep voice and his taciturnity, his father exudes a distinct masculinity. Being fucked by a guy like that – and his dad is really good at it – was just too hot for Ben and therefore too obvious. But now he saw his dad’s fucked ass and knew – all he had to do was go home, unpack his cock and start fucking.

He quickly replied: “I’m on my way!”, stopped briefly in the quiet corner to get his hard-on down again, said goodbye to his friends in protest and made his way to his father’s trailer.

The closer he got to the trailer, the more excited he became. As soon as he turned onto the path to his father’s secluded trailer, he got hard again. With every step he took, it rocked back and forth and rubbed against his boxers, which only made him even more aroused. It was a good thing his father lived so far out, so he didn’t have to worry about hiding his hard-on.

He climbed the few steps up to the trailer door and stopped just before it: He was about to go into this trailer, where his father had already fucked him in every corner a few times. They had jerked each other off, sucked each other’s dicks, licked each other’s holes, but Ben had only fucked his father once. His stomach tingled. It had been a crazy summer, and now he was going to fuck his father again. His father, this construction worker with the strong body and deep voice.

He opened the door. The entrance area immediately merged into the kitchen and living room, so that Ben was looking directly at his father Frank, who was lying on his stomach on the sofa. Naked. The TV was still on, there were lots of beer bottles on the table and Dad’s clothes were scattered all over the room. Ben remembered it looked like this in Dad’s room when he fucked him for the first time. Ben closed the door behind him, stopped for a moment and took a closer look at the scene. Dad seemed to have fallen asleep, which disappointed Ben at first, but then he thought to himself: “I’ll wake him up! I’m not leaving a party with a promise of sex and then going to bed!”.

Ben put his backpack down and crept to the end of the couch, from where he could see his father’s ass in front of him. His own cock had already grown to full size and hardness, he reached into his sweatpants and massaged it to take some pressure off it. With his other hand, he began to play with the hole that his father so willingly held out to him. It was very wet and warm. Ben put the finger he had just been playing with the hole to his nose and smelled it: it was indeed cum. John must have cum inside Dad and spread his sperm all over the hole. Ben imagined John lying here on top of his father, sticking his cock deep into Dad’s ass and fucking him with hard thrusts. He put his finger in his mouth and licked it. He tasted John’s cum, his breathing became heavy, he moaned softly and wanted more.

Ben bent over his father’s ass and smelled, with the tip of his nose close to the hole: that smell, a mixture of sweat, cum, lubricant gel and man’s ass. With the smell of his fucked father in his nose, Ben dropped his sweatpants and boxers to the floor and rubbed his hand over his hard cock. His own pre-cum spread quickly and he could feel his glans getting hard and wet.

Still with his nose against Dad’s hole, he didn’t hesitate for long: he stuck his tongue out, touched Dad’s hole with his tongue and tasted more cum and lube. He jerked his cock even harder, his whole body began to shake under his arm movements. Then suddenly Dad’s ass cheeks and hole twitched briefly and Dad groaned. Ben looked up at his father, who was looking down at him over his shoulder.

“Well, old man. You’ve had quite a load, haven’t you?”. Ben grinned at his father.

Slightly sleepy, but visibly excited, he replied in a slightly slurred, deep voice: “There you are, junior. Go on, boy!”

Dad grabbed Ben’s hard cock, clutched it and began to massage it: “Stick it in me, son. Fuck me really hard!”

Ben stood up and knelt at the end of the couch behind his father. He now stuck his butt out towards him and held his buttocks with both hands.

“Come on,” Ben’s dad mumbled rather drunkenly, “just shove your fucking stick into me!”

Ben was afraid that he would cum at any moment. He could really just push it in now, couldn’t he? Dad wouldn’t say that if he couldn’t take it…. and John had certainly fucked him well already… Ben guided his cock to his Dad’s hole, holding the shaft with one hand and slapping his hard-on against the hole with the glans. Dad groaned again: “Ohh, yeah… Come on junior, just get it in there!” He stuck his ass up as if he wanted to suck Ben’s cock right in.

Then Ben dropped all doubts: He held his glans right up to the hole and felt that wet warmth radiating from it again. Dad was about to lift his ass up, but Ben simply dropped his hips down and in one go his hard cock slid deep into his father’s ass. Ben and his father groaned loudly, Frank almost shouted: “Oh yes, woooow…”. Ben dropped his whole body onto his father and immediately began to fuck with slight hip movements. He closed his eyes and thought about everything he had done this week, because he could hardly control himself: feeling his hard cock inside his father while he moaned and gasped in a manly voice, feeling his cock sliding back and forth deep inside his father, imagining that his own cock was just using another man’s cum as a lubricant, this all made him so horny that he would have cum right away if he hadn’t tried to distract himself a little with thoughts of the past week.

Then Dad reached behind him with his hand and grabbed the back of Ben’s head. He turned his own head slightly backwards, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out at him. Ben gladly accepted the invitation: Without interrupting his fucking movements, he stuck out his own tongue towards his father. While Ben’s cock slid out a little and back deep into Dad’s ass, the two of them played with their tongues, kissed intimately and pressed their lips together.

Then Ben broke free of the connection between their mouths, straightened his upper body slightly and pressed his forearm into his father’s neck. Dad opened his eyes, looked back tensely and said, “Oh man, junior… take me hard!”

Ben pulled his hips back a little so that his glans was still just inside his father’s ass, then he thrust hard: “How hard, Dad?”

He repeated this movement to his father’s lustful cries: “Well, how hard do you want it, Dad?” Ben roared and pressed his dad’s head into the cushion of the couch with his forearm in his neck.

Dad moaned and groaned into the cushion, but said nothing more.

Ben kept going, thrusting harder than he had ever done before. Never in his life would he have thought that a man could really endure a fuck like that, but his father wanted it. He could feel his father tensing his ass cheeks, his hole getting even tighter: “All right, old man… You really want to know!” Ben shouted and briefly pulled his cock out completely, only to insert it again with a quick, powerful thrust. His dad yelled out: “Wooow, junior… Man…”

Ben repeated the movement. “WOOOOW… Dude… that’s my boy!!!”

And another powerful thrust from Ben and Dad buried his face in the cushion of the couch, roaring and moaning. Ben fucked his father further and further. He thrust hard, his father moaned, clenched his ass muscles and willingly stuck his butt out at him. Ben noticed this and paused just as he pulled his cock out again: he was afraid that if he thrust again now, he would cum straight away. What a slut his father was: Ben fucked him like a machine, his cock was rock hard and he thrust it mercilessly, almost violently into his father’s ass, but he clenched all his muscles to tighten his hole and stretched his ass towards him so that he could penetrate even deeper. Ben hadn’t expected this from his father, but it turned him on. It really did. And if he wasn’t careful now, he would cum.

“Come on, junior, just get on with it…”

“Hold on Dad, or I’ll squirt!”

“Just keep going, boy… cum… just cum in your dad!”

These words alone made it difficult for Ben to delay his orgasm any longer. He lowered his hips again and penetrated his father with a hard thrust. He roared: “Yeeeeaaahhh”

Dad tensed his muscles again, his hole tightened. Dad tensed and relaxed his ass muscles in quick movements as his son lay on top of him, his cock deep in his father’s ass. Ben continued to move his hips, wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and moaned loudly as the orgasm overcame him: his cock pulsed violently, he felt Dad’s ass cheeks continue to massage him vigorously, as if Dad wanted to make sure that every drop of his son’s cum really did end up inside him. Ben thrust mercilessly once more with each spurt of cum, moaning loudly and unrestrainedly and closing his eyes.

Then Dad suddenly roared out loud. He began to twitch wildly under Ben, turned his head, moaned loudly and Ben felt his hole contract and relax again briefly in the same rhythm. There was no question that Dad had just come too, while his own son’s cock was still hard inside him. This renewed sensation around his cock also made Ben groan again. Then he relaxed, continuing to lie on his father’s back. They were both panting heavily, but slowly they calmed down.

Frank was the first to regain his speech: “Junior, you’ve got it! Man, you’ve really got it!”

Ben mumbled a little dreamily: “Man, I’ve never fucked anyone like that before! That was so hot, Dad!”

Then he continued: “I didn’t know you were so fuckable!”

“Sometimes I do and then I want it properly!”

“Obviously!” Ben said and grinned to himself. His cock slowly went limp. He pulled it out, sat up and went into the bathroom. Dad stayed on the sofa and when Ben came out of the shower, his father had fallen asleep on the sofa again. He was lying there almost exactly as he had found him. Only this time, Dad was also filled with Ben’s sperm.