I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it.At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding.I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards.A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored.That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it.The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping.The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end.Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

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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The Final Revelation Part 1

The gym was nearly empty, bathed in the soft amber glow of early evening light filtering through the high windows. Max enjoyed these quiet Sunday sessions—the solitude allowed him to connect more deeply with his extraordinary physique, to appreciate the sensation of each muscle fiber engaging beneath his flawless skin. His skin-tight white compression top with silver stitching clung to his torso like it had been painted on, the material stretched to its absolute limits across the massive shelf of his pecs. Each breath caused the fabric to shift slightly, threatening structural failure with every expansion of his monumental chest.

His neon green shorts were equally provocative, hugging his lower body with such determination that they revealed rather than concealed. The material followed every curve and contour of his extraordinary development, molded to his thighs and glutes with devoted precision. Having chosen to forego underwear in the warm evening, the outline of his substantial endowment was impossible to ignore, creating a visual impact that demanded attention.

Max was acutely aware of the two young men who had been watching him for the past twenty minutes, their eyes following his every movement with undisguised fascination. They tried to maintain the pretense of their own workouts, but their form suffered each time Max performed another set, their attention completely captivated by his physical magnificence.

*Twinks*, Max thought with amusement, recalling the term Ethan had taught him. The word felt foreign in his mind, yet somehow appropriate for these slender admirers whose gazes consumed him with such intensity.

With deliberate showmanship, Max positioned himself near their bench, loading plates onto a barbell with languid movements that showcased the extraordinary development of his arms. Each plate added caused his biceps to flex and shift beneath his skin, the muscle bunching and releasing with hypnotic rhythm.

“Evening, boys,” he said casually, his deep voice carrying just enough warmth to be friendly while remaining sufficiently ambiguous to invite further attention. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Their responses were stumbled and awkward, voices cracking slightly as they struggled to maintain composure in the face of such overwhelming physical presence. Max noticed with satisfaction how they shifted their positions, adjusting their baggy shorts in a futile attempt to conceal their body’s instinctive response to his magnificent physique.

He turned away, smirking to himself as he settled into position for his next set. The attention was intoxicating, feeding something primal within him that had always existed but had only recently been acknowledged. Being desired, being admired, being consumed by others’ gazes—it fulfilled him in ways he had denied for decades.

His phone vibrated against the bench, screen illuminating with a notification. Max completed his set before checking the message, muscles pumped to extraordinary proportions from the exertion, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glow under the gym’s lighting.

The text was from Ethan: *Maxy Muscle Boy is required at The Velvet Stag this evening. Wear whatever clothing you have on right now. We’re waiting x*

Max glanced down at his provocative attire, considering the public exposure such an outfit would create. The thought sent a pleasant shiver racing through his substantial frame—not apprehension, but anticipation. This was who he was now. This was what he craved. To be seen. To be used. To be owned.

He re-racked his weights with meticulous precision, the metal plates sliding into place with satisfying thuds. Grabbing his gym bag, he offered one final flex to his young admirers before striding toward the exit, his massive thighs creating an unmistakable rhythm as they brushed against each other with each step.

The drive to The Velvet Stag was brief, the evening traffic light as Max’s black truck rumbled through town. He parked directly in front of the establishment, the prime spot a small perk of Sunday evening. Taking a deep breath, he emerged from the vehicle, his extraordinary physique immediately drawing attention from passersby.

The moment he stepped through the door, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations paused mid-sentence, glasses halted halfway to lips, eyes turned to absorb the visual impact of his entrance. His compression top seemed to have shrunk during his workout, clinging even more desperately to his torso, mapping every extraordinary contour with photographic precision. His shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the neon green material creating a beacon that drew eyes downward with magnetic inevitability.

Through the crowd, Ethan appeared, pushing between bodies with determined purpose. Without hesitation, he reached for Max, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss that Max reciprocated automatically, his body responding to instructions that had become instinctual over months of conditioning.

“Close your eyes,” Ethan commanded, his voice carrying the quiet authority that Max had come to crave.

Max complied immediately, darkness replacing the visual stimulation of the crowded bar. Ethan’s hands guided him forward, positioning him with confident touches that communicated clear expectations. The sounds of the bar seemed to intensify in his self-imposed blindness—glasses clinking, excited murmurs, anticipatory breathing.

“Down,” Ethan instructed, his palm pressing firmly against Max’s shoulder. “All fours. Keep those eyes closed.”

Max sank to the floor with fluid grace that belied his substantial mass, assuming the position without question or hesitation. The sensation of silk brushed against his skin-tight clothing, an unexpected texture that sent goosebumps racing across his flesh. Hands guided him sideways, positioning him with precise adjustments.

Then, an announcement—a voice that sent a jolt of recognition through Max’s system, though he couldn’t immediately place it.

“May I present the newest addition to our bar furnishings! Please, feel free to use him as you see fit.”

The words hung in the air, charged with implication and promise. Max remained perfectly still, his extraordinary physique transformed into functional furniture, his identity subsumed by his purpose. The feeling was intoxicating—being reduced to an object, being used not for his personality or achievements but purely for his physical existence.

Warm breath tickled his ear as Jase leaned close, his voice an intimate whisper against Max’s skin. “Look up, Maxy Muscle Boy.”

Jase’s hand guided his head sideways, allowing him to see around the obstruction. Max raised his gaze slowly, his vision traveling upward past an impossible expanse of black Lycra stretched across thighs so colossal they seemed to belong to a different species of human altogether. The fabric was pulled to transparency, revealing the separate heads of quadriceps beneath, each muscle fiber visible through the straining material. His breath caught as his eyes continued their journey, past a torso that mirrored his own extraordinary development, finally settling on a face that struck him with the force of physical recognition. His breath caught in his throat—platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, features so similar to his own yet younger, more vibrant.

Harry.

Miami Submission

Graham barely recovered from that first night at Juck’s house. He returned to work the following Monday with sore muscles, a raw throat from moaning and begging, and a mind clouded by submission. Every time he glanced at Juck across the office, his cock stirred in his pants.

And Juck knew.

Their next trip came fast: a full week in Miami for a major conference. Graham tried to maintain his usual commanding aura, but Juck’s presence chipped away at it hour by hour.

The flight down was already intense with Juck sitting beside him, juck hand resting possessively on Graham’s thigh beneath the tray table, massaging his thigh and teasing his cock. At one point, Juck leaned in and whispered, “No underwear today, right?”

Graham flushed, nodding. He felt completely exposed and weirdly excited with his cock twitching. 

At baggage claim, Juck only smirked looking at Graham trying to hide his boner with a book.

The hotel suite was lavish, with one king-sized bed. Juck unpacked slowly, deliberately, while Graham sat on the edge of the bed, feeling small for the first time in his life.

“Strip,” Juck said softly.

Graham obeyed.

“Put on the plug.”

Graham swallowed hard, pulling the silicone toy from his unpacked suitcase. He lubed it and slid it inside himself, trembling.

“Good boy,” Juck murmured, kissing his neck. “You’ll wear it all day.”

Graham’s cock twitched in humiliation and excitement.

That afternoon, they attended meetings, Graham in his perfectly tailored suit, his composure flawless on the outside. But inside, every step reminded him of the plug stretching him open.

At lunch, Juck texted him saying 

“Touch yourself under the table, Just once, and do not cum”.

Graham almost choked on his drink, but he obeyed slipping a hand into his pocket, stroking himself once, shivering. He spent the next two hours rock hard and miserable.

That night, Juck finally allowed release. In the hotel room, he tied Graham’s wrists to the headboard with silk ties.

“I’m going to fuck you slow,” Juck whispered, “and you’re going to look me in the eyes the entire time.”

He started by licking, and sucking Graham’s nipples for what seems like eternity making him toss his head side to side. He then raise Graham’s leg and use his tongue to swirl around the hole still occupied with the boot plug, causing him to jerk. He then removed the plug with his mouth coming up and looking at Graham with a smirk on his lip, and went down on him again eating his ass. He drilled the man hole with his tongue making him squirm, and moan loudly.

He stood up and line his rock hard nine inch monster on Graham gaping hole and started fucking him.

The sex was gentle, romantic at first, long and deep strokes, making love to him with his cock deep in Graham while Juck whispered praises. He kissed every inch of Graham’s body, making him feel so good, wanted, adored, owned for a good twenty minutes. 

But then it changed.

Juck flipped him over on all fours, pulled his hair, and began thrusting his hard monster in Graham now opened hole; each thrust was long, deep, and fast. Graham gasped, moan, writhing his teeth, and holding unto the mattress for his dear life while biting the pillow while he take the dick down. 

Then Juck flip him again to his back his knees pressed to his chest, completely at Juck’s mercy with heavy impalement from Juck’s rod.

As their eyes locked on each other, Juck said

“Tell me who you are.”

“I’m your good boy,” Graham moaned.

“Who owns you?”

You do, Juck… God, you own me!”

They came together, trembling and breathless.

The next day, Juck introduced a new rule:

Every time I touch you in public, you thank me quietly.

In meetings, at dinner, during client receptions Juck would stroke his back, squeeze his thigh, tug his earlobe… and Graham would quietly whisper, “Thank you, sir.”

The humiliation made his cock leak in his slacks.

On the third night, they took it even further.

After dinner, Juck filmed him again. This time, he made Graham read from a script:

My name is Graham Whitaker. I’m the CEO of Whitaker Designs, but in private… I’m Juck’s obedient boy. He owns me. I love being used. I crave his cock.

Juck fucked him while he read, until the words turned to gasps and broken moans.

By the fourth day, Graham was losing his mind with need. Juck made him ride him, making the power shift complete. Graham, on top, but completely under Juck’s control.

“Bounce on my cock, baby,” Juck whispered, slapping his ass. Graham obeyed, riding desperately until Juck came deep inside him.

By the fifth night, Juck took him to his private rented beach house.

They swam naked under the moonlight, and Juck took him right there in the sand, slow and romantic, kissing him deeply while waves lapped at their feet.

Then he dragged him inside, tied him to the bed, blindfolded him, and took him roughly for hours edging him over and over until Graham was begging, sobbing for release.

When Juck finally let him cum, it was with a roar that echoed through the house.

The final day, Juck left him plugged, collared, and kneeling while he took calls. Graham waited, eyes down, his cock throbbing and leaking.

When Juck finished his calls, he smiled and said, “You did so well this week, But this is just the beginning.”

Graham shivered with excitement in his loins.

“When we get back to the office,” Juck whispered, pulling him into a kiss, “I’m going to make you crawl under your own desk… and you’re going to service me while you pretend to answer emails.”

Graham moaned, already aching for it.

“Good boy.

To be continued…

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Curious Club Cruise – Part 7.

Wrapping up the night early.

I sat by myself in a dimly lit darkroom, enveloped by the soft glow of the flickering TV screen. Barely noticing the hardcore porn it played. My curious mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, swirling around the night’s events. A fleeting glance at the clock on my phone revealed that I still had an eternity to wait. The first bus home would not arrive for an hour and forty-five minutes, and a warm, but empty bed, would await my arrival.

Despite my confused thoughts, I felt glad that I had dared to come to this place. Something that I would not have done were it not for the encouragement of my brother and people like Daniel Carter or Mark Edwards. The evening certainly had not been a waste after all. With a warm feeling settling in my chest, I navigated my way back through the cruising maze toward the ground floor, eager to quell my heat with a cold drink.

One of the security staff approached me as I emerged from the dungeon on the ground floor.
“Are you okay? We lost you for a moment,” he said worriedly. Laying a heavy hand on my shoulder. Moistening his lips a little too eagerly not to be noticed by me.
I smiled at the sight of him and said, “… Thanks… I am fine. I think I just need a cool drink. You can stop following me. That just attracts more attention.”

Telling the impressively big man, “… I’ll know where to find you if I need to… Thanks, dude. Go and have some fun of your own. Those twinkies seem to want to be scared by a tough man like you.”
He looked at the twinks that had been following him around all night, “… Are you sure about that? But I think you want a bit of this, too. Or am I wrong, boy?”

He flexed his massive arms and made his pecs bounce up and down. Looking longingly from my face to my crotch. I smiled at the suited bodybuilder, laying a flat hand on his cheek. Rubbing the sexy three-day stubble, wiping a dribble of spittle from the corner of the bouncer’s mouth.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. By now, I had figured out what type of guy I fell for. Big, headstrong, muscular, and preferably dressed in a bit of leather and not as hairy as the Mexican patrol guard I left hanging. A jacket or harness would do it for me. Age, dick size, or skin color was much less of a determining factor. Although, I did like Antwan’s ebony look and his hung cock size. As long as my lover would initially take control, talk dirty, and… fucked me gently open. All while verbally scaring the shit out of me.

But as soon as I thought it, I saw that creep, Josh, looking over the bouncer’s shoulder at me with dark eyes that foretold nothing good. It made me exclaim frightful, “… Fuck! There he is again. What does he want from me? He’s been stalking me all night.”
However, my eyes widened in horror as Master Josh moved right behind the security guard. Hoping to overhear what we were talking about. While the security staff took care of Josh, I quickly returned to the main bar.

Antwan was kind of my last hope to get laid. But his station was manned by someone else now. An older guy with a bushy mustache. Dressed in leather pants, a cap, a vest, and a club shirt. Looking like a Tom of Finland look-a-like. When I asked him about Antwan, the bartender calmly said, “… Antwan told me about you. But he has already left. His shift ended an hour ago… Sorry, but what will it be, son?”

Being called son by this guy felt a little odd. But he was the daddy type. That was true.
“I’ll take a cold water bottle if you have it, Sir,” I said, feeling a little sorry for myself. My chances of getting laid diminished by the minute. Calling him Sir was the right move, though. He got me a bottle of refrigerated water. Asking me, “… Anything else you need?… Umm… Brian Jackson, isn’t it?”
I meagerly grinned and muttered, “… Nothing, thanks, Sir… Unless you know a guy with a car that wants to take my ass for a spin at my place?”
The bartender gave a booming laugh and went on with his duties.

A glance at my phone showed me I still had to wait over an hour for the first bus home. The club would still be open for longer than that. So, I decided to bide my time back in the dungeon. I saw that my brother had sent me a text asking how things were going. Telling me jokingly not to text him if I was too busy. He had sent me a picture of two butch navy seals brutally fucking a crying rookie army recruit with his text. It made me laugh. I was grateful to know that Tony thought of me even while he was doing a late-night shift at work.

I sent a swift text back, “— Chatted with a lot of people in the Mountain. Love this place. The Cottage is for kids and people looking for hearing problems. No luck so far… Unless you call getting stalked by a young leather master lucky… This brute followed me around. Creepy really. But he turned out to be way too brutal for my first time. That’s a pity… He dressed so coolly. Oh well. Better luck next time —.”
I also sent TJ the picture I had taken of that stalking asshole. As I put my phone away, I must have unknowingly switched it off because my older brother did not seem to reply.

The security staff had removed Josh. Or so it seemed. So, I decided to bide my time in the club’s basement cruising maze by myself. If anything, I could watch the men getting it on and try to pick up some pointers about bondage or domination. The Mountain seemed to attract that kind of clientele.

Trouble’s name was Master Josh.

Back in the basement, I sat in one of the glory hole cubicles near the fire escape. Drinking the cold water and watching the bondage video that played on the monitor. Stroking over my gray chinos and pinching one of my nipples a little. Getting turned on by the heavy action porn.

The two older leather Masters in the video tortured the young twink they had kidnapped. Initially, the boy reacted as I would have done. Trying to struggle and scream. But the longer the scene went on, the more he started to like the brutally painful treatment from the Masters. He got totally owned by them. And only near the very end, they actually had sex with him. Unusually rough and nasty, but still. The boy got what he wanted in the end. An ass full of squirting man cock.

I had not even detected that my hand had slid into my chinos. Nor did I notice that I was being watched from outside the Glory Hole cabin. I was about to check my phone to see if TJ had returned a message to my text. That’s when I got distracted by a very hot-looking leather bulge pressed through the middle of three glory holes. The hidden cock inside the thick leather pants was evidently aroused. I could distinctly see its outline. The sight turned me on. It made me shiver as I slid automatically off the bench onto my knees in front of the hole. Mesmerized by the hot leather goodie bag.

Moving my face closer, the tip of my nose pushed over the throbbing shaft. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of the leather cowhide. From the base to the engorged glans. This was the kind of attention I had been craving for all night. Arriving there, my eager lips automatically parted. I lustfully worshiped the impressive leather.

Letting my tongue trace the helmet. Moaning hotly at the pulsating dong. Pressing my lips over the shaft and moving them up and down. Searching for the man’s cockhead.
“This is a big dude…” I thought hornily as my tongue started swirling around the impressive tip hidden behind the leather. Honestly, I could not believe my luck. An actual leather dude was interested in little old nerdy me.

The sadist stuck his massive tattooed arms through the other holes on either side of his bulge. Making a grab for my face. But I was too tipsy and too focused on the enticing leather-clad crotch for me to notice in time. Suppose I had, I could have moved away. Then, I might have had a chance to escape the onslaught and could have called for help. But he forced me more brutally to the leather bulge.

Shouting harshly, “… Lick it, Bitch! Taste that leather, Faggot! Who are you to call security on me?”
Then I understood that I was in trouble. And trouble’s name was Master Josh. He smacked my head meanly against the partition wall a fair few times. Making me feel dizzy. That or one of those many beers had gone down sideways on me. Yeah, even without this brute manhandling me, I was well out of it already.

Pulling one of his arms back, I saw him whip his cock out in one fell swoop. Close up, his cock looked terrifying. He even had a tattoo on it.
“Now suck it down deep, Boy!…” he screamed ruthlessly from the other side of the partition wall.
As his hips thrust forward, both his hands prevented me from pulling back. The thickness of the 8-inch thing and the fact that he held on tight made me unable to breathe or talk. Let alone scream or call for help. In a blink of an eye, the big mushroom cockhead lodged itself in my throat. What happened after that, I can’t recall. I must have passed out.

Marine Corps to the rescue.

I came around just long enough to notice the fresh air. This creep had taken me into the alley behind the club. It was already light. The early Saturday morning sun had poked its sleepy head over the horizon. But the backstreet was still hidden in shadow. Josh had thrown me to the wall. Laughing as my body crumbled to the floor. This bastard pushed and shoved me around in the back alley. Showing me every corner. Enjoying the hold he had over me. I was about to get robbed and raped, I thought in horror.

Josh was no Master. He was a predator, a bully. True Masters, like the club owners or Captain Daniel Carter, would never handle their subordinates like that. Sure, they would use pain to control their slaves. But that was not what ‘Master’ Josh was doing. The asshole was no Master. He smacked me against the corner of a dumpster. I heard an ominous crack from beneath my protective leather jacket. Fearing I just busted a rib or something like that. Luckily, the alcohol kept my body limp. Yet, the pain was excruciating.

Josh bent me over a stack of discarded tires. His groping hands searched for my wallet. As if from a far distance, I heard his angry cry when his search for money had turned up nothing.
“Okay… No cash on you? Then I am going to take it out of your ass! Little filthy faggot! I know how to deal with snitches like you!”

The back seam of my new chinos got ripped open. Josh positioned my ass in the air. Squatting behind me to make me his bitch. I just lay there and had to take it. He was much too powerful, and I was still moving in and out of an alcohol-infused consciousness. Apparently, he expected me to scream and whimper like a bitch under his onslaught. But to his annoyance, I definitely kept quiet and limp. Well, as calm as I could stay during his relentless beating.

I felt his hot cock press against my pinched buttocks. Luckily, the creep still had not infiltrated my hole. I resignedly dropped off as I heard angry voices running from three sides towards us. Seeing flashlights and hearing heavy army boots stomp up the alley.
I awoke suddenly when a familiar voice reassuringly said, “… He will be okay… Keep an eye on him, but let him sleep it off. No lasting damage was done apart from the minor cuts and bruises.”

The best thing that happened.

Later, I was stark naked and felt someone pull a thin sheet over me. Too dazed to open my eyes, I fell back to sleep.
Feeling warm and fuzzy, I awoke in a comfortable bed. My bed, I realized. Somehow, I had survived and been taken back home. But I wasn’t lying in bed by myself.

As I stirred, a familiar voice greeted me, “… Morning, Sunshine… You’ve had an eventful night out. Haven’t you, Brian?”
The dude lying half-naked next to me was Mark Edwards. He had spent the afternoon with me in my bed. I was stunned and confused. I had no idea what had happened. But finding Mark lying next to me was the best thing that happened to me all night.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I winched in pain as his hand wandered over my ribs. I enclosed my hand over his wrist when Mark quickly pulled it away. Putting it on my hips instead. Mark’s arm brushed against my cock-head. I put my other hand on the back of his head and pulled him in close. I needed to feel his naked warmth against my skin.

“How are you doing, buddy?” Mark asked after we finally broke the loving embrace.
“With you snogging me awake? I am doing great, Mark!”
I winced a little and felt my hurting chest. “But what the hell happened?… How come you’re in my bed? With me?… I… I don’t understand… How?… Fuck, this is so nice,” I said, utterly confused about the situation. Mark just calmly beamed at me.

“Shush, Brian… I can explain!” said Mark with a warm smile, “… Your brother and his boyfriend — Nice guys, by the way — send in the Marines.”
Mark Edwards calmly explained. Telling me, “… They had alerted the club staff simultaneously as I went out of the dungeon to find security. You gave me the slip all night. Dang, you never stayed in one place long enough for me to make my move. And well, I was afraid you hated me after our phone call on Tuesday,” Edwards sighed heavily.
Stroking my chest. Making me flinch a little. But his touch felt surprisingly soothing, even though Mark stroked right over the bruising again.

“Anyway… I told the security staff I heard the fire escape door open and someone getting dragged unwillingly into the alley,” continued Edwards calmly.
“Okay… So you were the guy in the hoodie following me around? Buddy… Don’t do that! If you would have talked to me, you would have learned that I was looking for dick. Someone to deflower me and take my cherry,” I gasped as I said it. Nearly choking over my own words. Looking straight into Mark’s soul through his beautiful light blue irises.

After a minute or two, or maybe it was an hour or two, I asked, “… I still have not had a cock… So could you please… Umm… Fuck me? Oh, Mark. Please… But do it softly. And make it last. I want a man inside me. Mark, I want YOU to make love to me. Will you?”

Before I had finished my request, Mark had already slipped out of his boxers and moved between my legs. Still, he looked a little worriedly at me. Darting his puzzled eyes between mine, my twitching ten-inch cock, and my excitedly pulsing butthole.
So I told him, “… It’s okay… I am not that hurt. Only my ribs ache a little. Lube up that thing and put it in me. Then we can take it from there, buddy.”

Like a puppy, Mark tilted his head to one side. Looking at the stack of condoms on my bedside table.
“Man… Are you sure about this? I thought you were scared of me or something. You told me over the phone I was… How did you put it? — ‘…a bit too brutal, judging by how I talk about my love life…’, ” said Mark worriedly.

“Oh… that? I just wanted to let you know I needed the first time with a guy to be soft and easy… I think I also said you could get a little rougher once we had done it a few times.” I sighed hotly, telling Edwards, “… I really like you, Mark. Shit, I have looked up to you for years now. Please stick it in me. Fill me up… Make me a man. Your man… Take my virginity and —.”

I stopped in my tracks. Blushing a little, I asked, “… And breed me a few times. I like leather… I don’t do rubber. Not with you anyway. But open me up slowly. Let me feel what that’s like. I’ll tell you when you can get wilder. I think you like it rough,” I sighed deeply, hoping this would put Mark’s mind at ease.

“You do know that what I told you guys about my love life was more or less just talk, right? Sixty percent of that was excessive smack talking… Right?” asked Mark, astonished.
“Even better, Mark. Now, please stop thinking and start acting. I want you to FUCK ME. I am itching for your dick… Lube up and slide it in. I want it. I have been waiting for a good man all night. Please do me NOW.”
I half yelled in horny anticipation. And Mark did not disappoint.

Mark put my legs over his shoulders as he moved to his stomach. Pushing the sticky sheets to the back of my bed. Sucking my long cock down and licking my hairless balls. Rimming my ass. Spitting a few times between my cheeks and letting his fingers ease inside. It was pure heaven. And Mark took his sweet time. I let my hands comb through his hair as he ate me out.

After the prolonged horny foreplay session, Mark straightened up a little between my legs. Looking at my grinning face.
I forstalled his question and said calmly but confidently, “… Do it, Mark… Use some lube… Stick it in… And have some fun… I can take you. Mine is bigger than yours. And afterward, I want to knock you up too, Edwards!”

Getting what I had been looking for.

I eagerly handed Mark the bottle of lube as I beamed down at him, perched between my spread legs.
Mark lubed my hole up and leaned forward. Hovering his body over mine. With his arms outstretched next to my torso as if he were going to do push-ups. Using one hand to aim, Mark guided his slick cock to my pucker. Resting its head against it. I felt his dick flick over my puckered rose butt. Distributing the lube over it.

Mark captured my gaze in concentration, as I felt the pressure increase. I relaxed my muscles and let Mark enter me. This was much better than the toys. This was damned hot! I let out a gasp of pleasure — and pain. Well, no, it was more surprise than anything else. It certainly felt different from the silicone toys I stuck up there.
Mark stopped for a moment to let me get used to his cock. I put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling him slowly but steadily deeper inside me.

Now, it was Mark’s time to pant. I guess my hot hole devoured him quite nicely. My back door suddenly opened fully. Letting Mark slide past the outer ring. With deliberate intent, I gently pulled Mark deeper inside me, guiding him as we both started to breathe a lot dirtier. Making his hot prick fill me up. Pushing my head back into the pillow and rolling my eyes, savoring every pulse and thrust. For Edwards had taken over. Sliding his cock in and out of my love canal. Pumping my gut in ever-deepening strokes.

Mark lowered himself onto his elbows next to my torso. Letting our bodies melt together in the early afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. He softly kissed me as he made damned sure he wasn’t hurting me. Slowly, he started to huff and moan a little as his hips began to gyrate. With every thrust forward, I grunted. Slowly egging Mark on.

This was pure love. Nothing like the sex with the girls I had screwed. This was much more profound. Mark touched my soul as he started to properly fuck me now. Long and steady were his thrusts. Putting his dick balls deep inside me before pulling it nearly all the way out. I started anticipating his movements and pushed my ass up as he slammed down. Making the lovemaking much more pleasurable for Mark, too.

With a sphincter that happily excepted the colossal cock I asked Mark to go a little faster. He kissed me and gently lowered his body onto mine. The motions got a bit shorter, faster, and a heck of a lot rougher. So much so that I started to feel my bruised ribs protest. But I bit away the pain. Letting Mark do what needed to be done.

Our breathing, huffing, and moaning got a heck of a lot filthier as well. I was getting fucked for the first time by a guy I knew all throughout my high school years. And boy, did Edwards let me know he was screwing me. The man started to whisper dirty, as both of us got turned on by his words. I wished I had dared to ask him to do me much earlier. But quickly realized that I only discovered my curiosity for sex with guys a couple of weeks ago.

The lovemaking wasn’t too rough, yet I asked Mark to slow down. This puzzled him a little. Asking, “… I am not hurting you, am I, Jackson?… I forgot you wanted it slow and steady. You’re such a great fuck. Man, I wish I had known it could be like this. This is fun — Much more fun than with those girls. Talk to me, B. What’s going on?”
“It’s okay, brute… I just wanted to try something else. Get off me a sec… I want to try it doggy-style,” I said calmly.
“Fuck, yeah! That’s my favorite position!” exclaimed Mark.

I gingerly flipped over and stacked my pillows under my stomach. Twisting my ass into the air. Asking Edwards, “Mark?… If you need to cum… Fill my ass or my mouth. I don’t like it too messy.”
“You… You… You want me to breed your ass?” he stuttered surprised.
With his eyes wide in shock, Mark entered my nerdy boy-cunt from behind. As he started to slam his hips against my back, Mark gave my ass cheeks a bit of a beating, too, though not like that Master Josh guy. These were firm but loving taps. However, the sound of his hand on my bare skin sounded the same. The intensity behind it was pretty different, though.

I still looked squintingly over my shoulder at the man. Telling him, “… Go easy with that. I was roughed up enough last night. Love, just smack those hips to my ass and your balls to mine. Rip my hole open. So next time, we can do it much rougher. I like this. Fuck me… Yeah… Stick that cock in me… Pump those babies inside me, Mark. Take my ass. Breed me. Fuck me harder. Pump me full… That’s it!… Give me that nut. Load me up. That’s the way to do it. Seed my ass. Pump it in deep.”

At the same time, Mark screamed and snorted, “… Fuck, I am cumming… Arghh… Oh… Shit… Fuck… Umpff… Oooh… Yeah… Take my load… Oh fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” Edwards moaned and sighed rhythmically. Shooting stream after stream of cum deep into my gut. Slamming forward when he unloaded each shot of hot cum inside me. I could feel the hot jizz fill me up. Yet, Mark didn’t stop. The horny fucker just kept pumping me. Pulling his dick entirely out a few times. And stuffing it back in my sloppy hole with almighty dirty grunts. Mark was enjoying it just as much as I did.

I had to make Mark stop. I was close to total ecstasy myself. And I needed a place to dump my load. Creaming my pillows just wasn’t such a great idea. No, Mark’s ass was the perfect place for it, I thought hornily. I pushed Mark out and rolled him onto his back. Scooting between his legs, I bent forward. I placed Mark’s feet against my nonexistent pecs. A quick spit on my dick and a little squirt of lube was all it took for Mark’s hole to swallow all of my ten inches. Deeper and deeper, I penetrated Mark. I fucked his brains out. Seeding his mouth when I could not stand it any longer. I collapsed onto Mark. Totally out of breath and utterly satisfied.

Mark said, “… Not too bad for your first time, Brian Jackson. I do hope we can do that again— ?”
“We sure can!” I sighed hotly. Adding sneakily, “… I can give you an address for a nice leather store. We could go and buy matching jackets. And I hope I can rent a room at your place in Boston.”
“Hmm… I do like your leathers… But rent a room from me?… Oh?… Uhm… NO!” Edwards said with a mean grin.

“Why not?… but… but I thought…” I stammered in surprise.
“Fool! You don’t have to rent a room from me. I want your leathered ass in my bed, Jackson! Then we can build a gym in the spare room to bulk you up a little more, Brian.” Mark Edwards grinned dirty.
We smiled, laughed, and cried a little. This was meant to be. And so it did.

The move to college and a new life.

That Saturday afternoon, we had slept in very late, and my cell phone started ringing continuously. My brother, the Mountain Club owners, the two security guards, and even the bartender, Antwan, wanted to know how I was doing. I had expected this and forestalled their questions, telling them Mark and I would hook up with them that evening in the Mountain.

Because there was enough to tell and to celebrate, the only worry I had was the return of my parents. They would arrive home in a little over a week. Telling my parents that I am gay, felt like a past bridge I could burn behind me. I had my future planned. A place to live and a new friend to date. Who knew what would ‘cum‘ of it. Although, a little voice told me Mark and I were made for each other. And my parents and she-from-across-the-street, would not, and could not stop me now that I was going to college.

The following week, on a Thursday morning, Tony and I heard the front door open from upstairs three days before my folks were meant to come home. Looking out of the landing window, I saw Mom running across the street to her girlfriend. And my father marched angrily toward the front door. I had only seen him this angry when he kicked my oversexed brother out of our home six years ago.
Seconds later, we listened to our father scream, “… Who the *cough* are you? What are you doing in my home? Get out! Where is that filthy boy? And get that box truck out of my driveway!”

Daniel Carter and Mark Edwards were sitting in the living room. Playing an Xbox game on the big screen TV. The mid-summer weather turned scorchingly hot, so the men wore surprisingly little. The full scholarship had arrived together with my exam results. Mark and I were set to embark on the college life rollercoaster.

Tony and I had been packing up the last of my belongings for the move to college. I had planned to stay living with my parents for a week or two longer, but I wanted to move the bulk of my stuff out as soon as possible. I guess the Karin from across the street had called my mother. As the bedlam downstairs unfolded, I reluctantly followed Tony into the living room.

“Tony? What… What are you… Who let you in the house? Get out! If your mother sees you…” Dad screamed, seeing his long-lost son for the first time in over six years.
“Dad?… Welcome back!… You’re early,” I smiled warmly at him.

“Brian Pursibal Jackson, what are you wearing?” Mom screamed as she followed us into the living.
“Clothes…” I said assertively. Suppressing the angered retort, I wanted to make.
She looked in utter disgust at my thin leather jeans, biker boots, and sexy tank top. I wore Mark’s signet ring and a single black earring. My new hairstyle was a bit sweaty and unkempt, but it still looked a million times cooler than she had ever seen before.

“Are you gay?” said the neighbor from across the street who had followed my mother into our home. “… I have seen all kinds of strange men coming and going at all hours of the day… And night.” Clarissa Karin said indignantly.

Tony handed Dad the letter he had written my parents. Casually introducing Daniel Carter as his husband. Flabbergasted, our father looked between the two and back to me. A dawning comprehension appeared on his face. Both his sons are gay. Mom had many more issues with the whole scene. She could not believe how her little bitty baby boy had burst out of his nerdy shell, away from her suffocating clutches.

So, I told her calmly, “This is Mr. Mark Edwards. My boyfriend. He owns a home in Boston. I am moving in with him.”
Moving around the back of the sofa and putting my hand on Mark’s shoulder. Keeping him seated, for he had tried to stand up to defend himself.

Well, things had to get worse before they got better. The four of us tried to explain, but we got nowhere fast with my folks. I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy now.
Loading Carter’s old bike into the box truck, we drove into the sunset that Thursday. Escorted by the hunky Marines. Awaiting what the new future would bring. Feeling happy in the knowledge I finally could leave the restrictions behind me and live my life as it was meant to be.

• The End •

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©  StrykerJ – August-2022. Original series:  Night-time Club Cruise
Edited, renamed, and re-uploaded: March-2025.

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The Final Revelation Part 2

His son looked down at him, their eyes locking in a moment of profound recognition. Harry’s massive pecs were being explored by anonymous hands from behind, fingers pressing into the extraordinary muscle with appreciative enthusiasm. But his focus remained entirely on Max, their gazes connected in silent understanding.

“Hey, Dad.”

Harry’s voice carried a mixture of amusement and affection, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the extraordinary circumstances. His massive frame stood in perfect stillness, supporting the opposite end of the wooden plank where Byron reclined in his Superman glory. The position showcased Harry’s unbelievable development—his pecs created a shelf-like protrusion beneath the stretched black fabric of his costume, casting deep shadows onto his carved abdomen below.

Without disturbing Byron’s position, Harry subtly shifted, extending one boot-clad foot to gently brush against Max’s cheek in a gesture that balanced dominance with unexpected tenderness. The contact sent an electric current racing through Max’s substantial frame, a physical reaction to emotional connection that manifested in goosebumps spreading across his flawless skin.

The slight movement caused Byron to wobble, his Superman costume gleaming under the bar’s dramatic lighting as he adjusted his position on their human table.

“Steady,” Jase warned from somewhere behind them, his voice carrying quiet authority. “Our Australian guest deserves a stable surface.”

“Sorry,” Harry murmured, returning to perfect stillness, though his eyes remained locked with his father’s, conveying volumes without words. The recognition between them transcended their extraordinary physical similarities—this was understanding on a deeper level, acknowledgment of shared purpose, of mutual surrender.

Max’s heart pounded against his ribs with unprecedented force, each beat sending tremors through his massive chest. Not even his most punishing training sessions had ever produced such a physical response—this was something beyond exertion, beyond adrenaline. This was revelation.

A patron approached, admiring the extraordinary display with undisguised fascination before carefully settling onto Max’s broad back. The compression top, already stretched beyond its intended capacity, now pressed against his skin with even greater insistence, mapping every extraordinary muscle fiber with photographic precision. Hands moved over the magnificent terrain of his back, fingers tracing the ridges and valleys created by years of dedicated training.

“I’ll have a cocktail,” the patron announced to the bartender, the emphasis on the first syllable delivered with theatrical precision. “Something strong and… substantial.”

Harry’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement, his gaze briefly flickering upward to acknowledge the customer now using his father as furniture. The moment created a strange intimacy between them—father and son, united in this extraordinary experience, connected by their mutual understanding of what it meant to be transformed from person to object.

Max returned his attention to the magnificent thighs directly before him, their extraordinary development commanding focus with gravitational force. Without conscious decision, his hand rose, fingers pressing into the dense muscle beneath the straining fabric. The sensation was both familiar and foreign—familiar in the recognition of development that mirrored his own, foreign in the context of touching rather than being touched.

His palm moved with appreciative slowness, exploring the extraordinary terrain with reverent precision. The muscle beneath his fingers was warm, alive, responsive despite its impossible density. He traced the separate heads of the quadriceps, feeling how the thick fibers shifted beneath his touch, a subtle dance of power despite Harry’s perfect stillness.

“This is what mine must feel like to someone else”, the thought surfaced unbidden, sending a wave of heat cascading through his system. The realization triggered a physical response that strained against the already inadequate confines of his neon shorts, creating unmistakable evidence of his emotional and psychological state.

Jase appeared beside him, crouching down to Harry’s eye level, his gaze shifting between father and son with calculating assessment. His attention settled on Max’s exploring hand, still tracing the extraordinary development of Harry’s thigh with appreciative precision.

“Like father, like son,” Jase murmured, his voice carrying just enough volume for Max alone to hear.

Max turned toward him, their faces inches apart, his expression transformed by the profound revelation unfolding within him. “My God,” he whispered, the words emerging with breathless wonder rather than religious significance. His magnificent chest rose and fell with increasing tempo, each breath stretching the compression top further across his extraordinary development.

In that moment, everything aligned with perfect clarity. The journey that had begun months ago—his gradual surrender, his evolving understanding of his deepest desires—reached its culmination in this extraordinary tableau. Father and son, massive beyond comprehension, magnificent beyond description, transformed from people to possessions through mutual acknowledgment of their true purpose.

The connection between them transcended conventional understanding, creating something new and profound—a legacy of physical perfection surrendered for others’ pleasure, a bloodline defined not just by extraordinary development but by the shared recognition of what that development was truly for.

Max had never felt more complete, more fulfilled, more aligned with his deepest self than in this moment of perfect submission—on all fours in a crowded bar, supporting the weight of a stranger, watching his son do the same.

This was freedom through surrender.

This was power through yielding.

This was worship and control.

Deep in Work… and Deeper in My Boyfriend Ass

The dull hum of voices droned through Alexander’s headset as he sat at his desk, trying his best to focus on the online meeting in front of him. His company had been holding these weekly check-ins for months, and every single one of them was as boring as the last. The video feed was off, his microphone muted—just another hour of listening to corporate jargon while mindlessly scrolling through emails.

Just as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, the door to his office creaked open.

Zack stepped in, looking effortlessly handsome as always—his dark, tousled hair still slightly damp from a recent shower, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room before landing on Alexander, and a knowing smirk played on his lips.

“Hey, babe,” Zack said softly, stepping closer. “Still stuck in that meeting?”

Alexander glanced at him briefly before turning back to his screen. “Yeah. Another hour of this nonsense.” He groaned. “Honestly, I don’t even need to be here. They just go on and on about stuff that doesn’t concern me.”

Zack leaned against the desk, arms crossed, pretending to be interested in the spreadsheet displayed on Alexander’s monitor. “So… camera’s off, mic’s off?”

Alexander nodded. “Of course. No way I’m letting anyone see how dead inside I look right now.”

A mischievous glint flashed in Zack’s eyes. He pushed away from the desk and slid behind Alexander’s chair, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s tense shoulders. His fingers worked their way into the tight knots, kneading gently.

“You’re way too stressed,” Zack murmured, his lips dangerously close to Alexander’s ear. “I should help with that.”

Alexander stiffened for a brief second, but he didn’t pull away. “Zack…” he warned, but there was little conviction in his voice.

“What?” Zack feigned innocence, continuing his massage, his thumbs pressing just the right spots. “I’m just being a supportive boyfriend. Helping my hardworking man relax.”

A soft sigh escaped Alexander’s lips as his shoulders slumped under Zack’s touch. “Damn it… that actually feels really good.”

Zack grinned, leaning closer, his breath warm against Alexander’s skin. “Mmm, I know. I have magic hands.”

Alexander chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Zack dipped lower, pressing a slow kiss against the side of Alexander’s neck. “You love it.”

Alexander shivered. “Zack, I have a meeting,” he reminded him, though his voice lacked conviction.

Zack hummed against his skin. “And yet… you’re not telling me to stop.”

Alexander swallowed, gripping the edge of his desk as Zack’s hands trailed down his chest, fingers teasing the hem of his sweater. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as Zack’s warm breath whispered against his ear.

Without breaking eye contact with Alexander, Zack dropped down onto one knee and grasped the hem of Alexander’s pants leg.

Zack pulled Alexander’s pants leg upwards, revealing the smooth expanse of his thigh. He began to kiss and lick the sensitive skin.

Alexander felt himself becoming harder by the second, his desire for Zack growing with each passing moment. He reached out and grasped Zack’s hair, pulling him closer as he devoured every inch of skin.

The air was thick with tension as Zack dropped lower still, his tongue tracing patterns along Alexander’s inner thigh. The sound of rustling fabric filled the room – not from any external source, but from Alexander himself writhing in pleasure.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. But it was no use – Zack had him right where he wanted him. And judging by the look in his eyes, he was just getting started.

Zack’s fingers wrapped around Alexander’s cock, squeezing gently as he began to pump up and down. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through Alexander’s entire body. He felt himself becoming one with the moment – lost in the swirling vortex of desire and pleasure. And as Zack continued to tease and tantalize him, Alexander knew that this meeting would be anything but boring.

Alexander felt himself becoming more and more desperate for release. He needed to feel Zack inside him – now.

Without warning, Zack dropped his head and wrapped his lips around the base of Alexander’s cock. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had come alive.

Alexander felt himself crying out in pleasure ashe bucked against Zack’s mouth, trying to get closer to that elusive peak. But Zack wasn’t having it – not yet, at least.

He pulled back slowly, leaving Alexander gasping for air. 

Zack’s eyes locked onto Alexander’s as he slowly lowered himself onto the couch, his ass raised high in invitation. Alexander’s gaze was drawn to the sight like a magnet, his desire for Zack growing with each passing moment.

Without hesitation, Alexander dropped down between Zack’s legs, his hands grasping for the lube on the nearby coffee table. A few quick swipes later and he was coating his length with a generous amount of slick lubricant.

Zack watched through hooded eyes as Alexander positioned himself at his entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He could feel Alexander’s hot breath whispering against his skin as he began to push inside.

The sensation was intense – almost too much to bear. But Zack wasn’t one to shy away from pleasure. He let out a low moan as Alexander buried himself deep within him, feeling every inch of their connection.

But it wasn’t long before Alexander lost control. His hips began to buck wildly against Zack’s ass, sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of them. The room seemed to fade away, leaving onlythe two of them lost in a world of their own making.

Zack felt himself being pounded against the couch, his ass screaming in pleasure as Alexander’s cock continued to thrust inside him. He could feel his orgasm building – and then, suddenly, it was upon him.

As he came with a loud cry, Alexander’s hips continued to buck against him, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through Zack’s body. The sensation was almost too much to bear – but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Until finally, neither of them could hold back the overwhelming sensation any longer. Their cocks erupted with white liquid almost at the same time.

Zack lay weakly, exhausted but wearing a satisfied smile. And when Alexander looked at his laptop screen, he realized that his meeting had already ended some time ago.

Noticing it as well, Zack smirked mischievously and kissed Alex on the cheek. “Let me know when you have another online meeting like that again.”

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I sat at the kitchen counter and served myself some cereal. Not the good kind, but the high-fibre cardboard Mum grabs from the wholefood grocer. 

Dad was stomping down the stairs.

“Does anyone know where my keys are?” His rough voice gave him away. He rounded the corner tucking his white shirt into his grey trousers. His large hands plunged the last piece of fabric under his waistband. With a zip, his red briefs vanished from sight. Dad has always had a bit of gut, but he kept his thick arms and legs in shape. “Softly round” could also describe his personality. His short brown hair was a mess this morning. Rough stubble indicated he’d forgotten to shave. Moving to the coat rack, he dug into the pocket of his favourite varsity jacket. From it he conjoured three dangling keys and a weathered pineapple keychain and disappeared out the door.

My eyes are not as steely as dad’s, and I had inherited mum’s light hair. I was already 19. I had moved out of home 2 years ago to live abroad. A few immature financial decisions and I marched myself back into my parents’ house. I grew up privileged. Dad works as a school teacher and Mum is a lawyer. Despite being close, I hadn’t mustered the courage to come out to Dad.

It was 1:15AM when I heard soft footsteps on the hallway floorboards. I waited for the steps to hit the stairway before opening my bedroom door and peering out into the dark.

Dad was usually a snoring mountain, but tonight his wool socks tapped down the stairs to the living room. I rush out to the railing and looked down on the bottom floor. I could make out a stretched hand grabbing my father’s blue parka. The silhouette of his large frame aparated from the light of the street lamps. The shadow disappeared with the closing door. This wasn’t the first time. The late-night departures had become a regular, unsettling pattern. Tonight, I’d decided was the night. I grabbed my worn-out Nikes, left the house and followed my dad down the deserted street. The air was thick with the scent of damp pavement. The distant hum of late-night travellers broke the silence of the night.

I trailed behind him at a distance. His blue parka was recognisable even at night. Dad turned a corner, disappearing into the dim glow of a small, nearby park. At the park’s edge stood a dingy public restroom. A single, flickering streetlight illuminated its brick facade.

This was it? A late-night rendezvous in a public bathroom?

I hesitated. I could feel a knot of confusion tightening in my stomach. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I sat on a bench shaded from sight by a large tree. A shyness came over Dad’s face as he checked his surroundings one last time. He adjusted his waistband. I could see the shape of his hard cock through his trousers as he entered the restroom.

I waited a good 10 minutes for Dad to emerge, but he never did. I stood up and crept to the entrance. With three deep breaths, I burst into the restroom. It was spacious. Moonlight draped in from a high row of narrow windows exposing a long sink, a trough, and two stalls. The door to the furthest cubical displayed the red occupied sign. 

The smell of piss and stale semen overpowered the faint disinfectant. My eyes scanned the room. There was noone else in sight. I entered the open booth and locked the door behind me. Graffiti covered the wall adjoining the two stalls. Crude illustrations and text adorned its surface. Simple arrows pointed to a hole the size of a jelly donut. It’s edges were sanded smooth. Two words repeated around the gloryhole. Suckers side, I read to myself in silence.

I didn’t get a chance to absorb my surroundings before a cock emerged. Precum glistened at its tip. 

I checked beneath me before kneeling down on the cold floor. Further into the hole, I spotted tufts of brown pubic hair. A peek of red briefs propped up two hairy balls beneath the shaft. Dad’s cock was shorter than mine. His dick maxed out at 6.5″, but his straight shape and girth gave it a handsome appearance. His pole looked wider from side to side. Two veins ran down to the base. I didn’t know Dad was circumcised. His glans were completely exposed, with a plump, red knob contrasting his usual fair skin. 

“Everything okay, man?” Dad’s whisper startled me.

I pressed my lips to his cock. His new silence told me I had answered his question. I wrapped my lips and tongue around his bulbous head. The soft skin of his cock felt exciting and comforting in my mouth. His dick tasted salty and gave off a musky aroma. It was a mix of familiar sweat and residual cologne I’d learnt to associate with Dad. 

I explored every inch of his dick with my tongue. I worked his staff until a drop of precum formed on his slit. With a flick of my tongue, I savoured its neutral taste. My lips parted further, wrapping firm around his cock and forming a tight seal. With a breath, I began working down the entire length of his member. Starting from the base, up the shaft, over the glans, right to the tip and back again. I could hear his subdued moaning each time his tip prodded the back of my mouth. 

His cock began to swell even further. His glans engorged, and hard immense throbs told me he was close. I increased my pace. He pushed his hips firm against the stall wall. His pulsating cock offered more resistance as I took it down to my throat. Dad’s breathing accelerated, and I could feel his dick shuddering as his legs buckled.

Two crisp warning knocks broke the silence. I ignored the warning. With a suppressed moan, his cock exploded against my tonsils. His hot liquid filled my mouth. I attempted to swallow without coughing. The taste of his cum was sweet on the tongue, and a saltiness lingered in my mouth afterwards. I kept pace with my sucking as he convulsed from the sensitivity. He withdrew his cock through the hole.

Dad waited there for a minute to catch his breath. I caught mine too. Through the gloryhole, I watched as he tucked his leaking cock into his red briefs, and pulled up his pants. 

“Thanks. You’re a champ,” he whispered. I heard the zip of trousers, and rush of air from the cubical door swinging open. My heart was pounding. My cock was throbbing with the same intensity.

I waited a few minutes before exiting the stall and heading home. I snuck back into the house. Dad had hung up his parka by the front door. I crept up the stairs and found Dad’s red undies on the laundry basket. I took them back to my room and lay on my bed. With both hands, I held my father’s undies to my face and breathed in that familiar smell. I didn’t take long for me to cum remembering the taste of his load.

A few months had passed since that night. I served myself a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter. The good kind this time. I’d been buying my own from now on. 

“I’ve misplaced my keys again,” Dad’s gruff voice preceded his appearance. 

“They’re in your green jacket,” I returned.

He reached into his green duffle and out popped the old pineapple keychain and three keys.

“Ahhh, how do you know every morning?”

I shrugged and smiled.

“Stay out of of trouble, champ,” Dad tussled my hair before disappearing out the door for work. 

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Chris was filled with excitement as he just finished one of the most stressful journey’s of his life COLLEGE, he has gone through it to attain a certificate in hopes that he could get a job soon after so he could start fending for his mom who has single handedly seen him through college 

Chris was not as oppurtuned to have both parents on his side his whole life, being an only son, losing his father at a young age and having to look after his mother was not something kids with both parents can say they have experienced.

Chris was strong throughout all this he had his mind set straight and that payed off he just finished College a whole portal to a whole new Adult world outside.

Celebration filled the air as he arrived home after his last paper, while on his phone texting with one of his friends about the upcoming party, he was not sure on what to wear.

Chris was a sight to behold, Though not the most tall or had the athletic build, Chris was handsome 

his 6’1 stature came with some pretty features 

his short dark hair that hugged his pretty well sized hair well, his brown skin that radiated with health his eyes bright brown with the most plum set of lips on a man.

He had his graduation party coming up and he was planning heavily on that, while enjoy the freedom that comes with being done with school.

The day finally came for him to celebrate with his friends and dance the night away, dressed in a very casual but stylish polo shirt with some well fitted brown cargo pants and some nice sneakers, he picked up his bag and left not before kissing his mom goodbye.

The night was very energetic, with most of his friends looking very nicely dressed and smelling really good, not without noticing some of his male course mates who looked really dapper that evening, Chris hasn’t been really horned up by younger dudes, the whole ordeal didn’t sit right with him, he felt younger dudes won’t be able to take care of him appropriately in his own words that is, so getting down with ones of his male course mate tonight wasn’t even a choice.

The night moved very fast as people danced whilst loud music penetrated their ears as loudly as it could, Chris who at this point has started loosing focus and feeling tipsy at this point got his phone out and agreed to meet one of his frequent guys he normally have sex with, i mean he needs some freedom dick.

He said goodbye to his friends as a black car pulled up to pick him off as he bad ordered an uber to come pick him up moment’s earlier.

Loud Moans filled the entire room as his hole was stretched by one of the biggest cock he had taken in a while, The slurping sound of wet dick and wet man pussy coming in contact horned him up the more as his big 8′ cock has already started leaking precum under the sheets.

“Ahh, ahh” were the responses Chris gave to the thrusts

Chris was flipped on his back and hoisted closer to the marvelous dick that made him want to burst a load, The dick, a very veiny man machine entered his man pussy and began thrusting into Chris like a very oiled up sex toy, they bounced together as Chris moaned, He noticed chris was feeling the intensity of his dick up in his ass, He then took Chris’s dick in his hand and started stroking it up and down the long thing vigorously, Chris moaned the more as he was about to cum. 

Lust filled his eyes as he looked up to his fucker as if begging him to put him of, of his suffering and the message was heard, Few intense strokes later Chris blew his load that spurted all over his chest, his ass pulsed and tightened as his fucker all groaned and moaned in response to Chris orgasm.

“FUCK” Chris responded to his hot Cum all over his chest 

That night was beautiful to Chris, He just Finished College, had a mad night with his friends and had his ass fucked by a very hung man 

What could get better than this.

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Weeks has passed after the whole Grad party and his graduation and Chris has started feeling the sting of joblessness, his mom has brought up the idea of her helping him talk to some people for a job or two but he declined saying he wanted to get them himself.

He thought to himself how hard could it be, i mean he graduated amongst the best of the best in his department, so yes if anything his results will speak for him.

And so he tried going from one organization to the other submitting his documents to the HR team and not hearing back from any of them.

He felt bad, really bad, Weeks has now turned to months and still no feedback from the prior organizations he had submitted to.

He didn’t even know what else to do again seeing as one of his goals after graduation is taking a while to come to light.

He spoke to one or two of his friends at the time who already had something doing that earned them money, to no surprise he had well connected people in the society but he wanted to make a mark for himself without the help of anyone.

His friends which he had spoken to offered his jobs but he declined them still standing his ground on his morals 

He decided to go online to find something anything that he could start doing at least to make him less idle, He had considered Starting an only fans before but it wasn’t something he dwelled upon much, i mean he had the tools but he didn’t want that for himself at the time he wanted experience, to work somewhere he knew what he was doing.

He came across one bank online who were recruiting interns and he thought to himself Why the hell not, so he applied and waited.

He told his mom and she was very excited for atleast this was a start for her son, The name of the bank rang a bell in her ears and thats when it occurred to her that her husband, Chris’s dad had worked briefly in the organization before that was before they had chris, With this realization she eagerly turned to tell she has some contacts at the bank where he applied so they can help with his admission to the organization but Chris not surprisingly declined and stormed of to his room.

Though His mom Got the hint, but she didn’t relent she made the call.

7 days passed and Chris decided to check his emails to see if he had gotten accepted, and to his relief he did finally hope, Hope of getting something bigger.

He ran to find his mom to tell her the good news and she was also dilled with joy, as joy filled the entire apartment though it wasn’t a permanent job atleast something he could use as a means to learn and also get out of the house.

Monday

He had just arrived the premises, With his well newly tailored suit a new faded haircut that accentuated his facial features with a smile that read ‘im ready for this”

he spotted some of the customers coming in and out of the establishment, He walked up to one of the security men he found out at that time and asked where he could meet with the HR to submit the necessary documents and know where he would get posted to, so he could start working.

So he walked into the establishment not without noticing it’s architectural prowess, and saw the attending staff on ground and how the treated the customers that came in, everything felt like a dream to him, finally getting something to do with his life after months of searching.

At the human resource department he met a few other people that applied for the internship, they were four in total, he sat down at the available chair he could find and turned to his left to meet Greg a very handsome young man like him, well dressed and looked sharp as ever, Greg felt like a million bucks as Chris stared just admiring the man in ront of him, he engaged in conversation with him and asked Greg what school he finished from, his answer affirmed his curiosity that greg was from wealth 

Chris noticed when he came up the other three soo to be interns were a little agitated so he asked.

Chris got to find out tha one of the department head was in a heated conversation with the HR and unfortunately for them he was the one in charge of the department they would be under.

Chris just shrugged it of keeping his mind as clear as possible for his meeting with HR, he just wanted his stay here to be peaceful.

Greg started introducing himself to Chris, Chris was quite surprised as to how humble Greg was and they hit it of pretty soon, they talked about how life has been after graduation and were soon laughing softly due to there similarities in after graduation experiences.

They paused as the shout got more intense and heated, soon the Man come out the office and shut the door loudly.

“so this are the new interns” He spat our very evily.

“Who the fuck is that?” Chris said as he looked at Greg in shock.

Bedtime at Last

The only thing we still hadn’t done was fucking. I thought Roderick was more than ready now, but I had to take the risk. And again as it was usual in our afternoons now, we were naked watching gay porn together, were kissing and touching and masturbating each other when I suddenly said.

-I want to fuck.

-Isaac, at last you ask me. You could have told me that two days ago and I would have willingly surrendered my ass to you. So it’s about time you do something you know I desire.

-But I’ll never fuck you unless I’m also willing to give you my ass, Roderick. So let’s take our rhythm of incestuous lust to a climax and do everything, but you first -and just then I stood up and told him-. Look at this ass, Roderick. I know you’re brave but now you’re gonna show me how brave you are and fuck me first. Come on, do it.

He started stroking my bum erotically till I heard him taking a deep sigh and finally hesitatingly he started piercing my asshole, first just the tip, till it was me who told him to drive his cock deeper.

-Is it painful, my wonderful brother?

-Just a bit, Roderick, but I’m finding it spiritual. We should do anything after now, and I mean anything. Why not having sex with each other with no fear after now, and be all day if we want having fun? I think you like it with me more than with girls and that’s my case too.

-You’re right, Isaac, but I will never find it a proper deal till you have also fucked me. Nevertheless I love your ass, bro.

-Take it. Yeah, Roderick. The pain is less and less and I love your dick and your whole body more than girls’ bodies and I hope by now you’re totally sure about it.

-And after now I don’t need girls anymore, Isaac. It’s your perfect body, your perfect ass, your sexy dick, your hands, your mouth… in a single word: you, it’s only Isaac Harrington that I need.

He kept on fucking me for longer than a quarter of an hour, his erotic hands never idle and touching me everywhere, his masculine lips all the time in mine. But finally he told me: I’m cumming and I want this cum as a sign that I’m baptizing you as my lover.

Finally with the humidity of brother’s spunk for the first time inside me, I had to move my lips to his and merge with that sexy and brave brother I have in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had with him, so intense that he asked me whether I was in love.

-I’m not Roderick, but I want to be your lover forever after now.

-I’m not in love either but I hope we have just signed a deal of how we can live after now.

-Perfect.

-But so that we can properly be called lovers, now you have to fuck me at last. Oh how strongly I’ve pictured your dick in my ass when masturbating. Come on, my hot Isaac, now it’s the time, do it.

And there I could watch Roderick’s perfect ass knowing I was gonna enter at last. But I started just like him, first touching it with lust, then rimming him and I found it a new scrumptious taste in my brother’s body.

And finally here we were at last, in the moment of truth when I was gonna finally see if this sex structure we had already built could be solid and we would certainly do everything.

So timidly but with real lust I started entering Roderick’s asshole and he also urged me to go deeper, but I started noticing his pain.

-Shall I stop, Roderick?

-It hurts but you also had a virgin ass which you’ve allowed me to take. We’ve called each other lovers, but we’ll never be lovers unless you also fuck me, so go on. I’ll drop some tears, cause it hurts but I assume this pain will stop.

How sexy he became now with his new determination; it was admirable strength and I still liked him more. We never fell in love with each other, but that first time I was fucking my brother, I was really close. His eyes kept on spilling some tears but he only told me: go on, Isaac, the pain is less and I want, oh how I want, to become your lover in earnest.

-Then, what would you think if after now we also sleep in the same bed, naked and having sex every night?

-Wonderful, Isaac.  And you know what, brother? I so desired to sleep with you that those words from you have managed to finally take away the pain, so after now, hope you fuck me every day, even more than once if you want.

I loved his words and though I was close I managed to hold it for five more minutes till I screamed as he had done and told him.

-This is my way of baptizing you, Roderick.

After the first two wonderful orgasms in each other’s asses, it was obvious we both wanted much more in this first day as brother lovers, so of course we spent naked the rest of today. We were both quite hard at dinner, but I didn’t want us to cum then for I wanted to have a real orgy of incestuous lust this first night sharing the same sheets.

And bedtime at last. After three minutes of foreplay as the prelude of the hot nights we could live hereinafter, I simply took Roderick’s dick in my mouth, sure now that I could do this to him every night now prior to fucking. How hot I found it to know that his tasty cock was mine now to enjoy every night. But of course he gave me a new wonderful blowjob later. And finally I turned, showed my horny brother my ass again and asked him to pierce me.

That was obviously his new greatest fun and knowing himself the conqueror of his brother’s ass now, which would after now only be fucked by him, he fucked me now a bit more forcefully and I felt more pain now than when he had taken my virginity, but I also liked this rhythm.

-As I would be my whole life now following your rhythm, Isaac, I’m fucking you painfully for this is how I want you to fuck me next.

So it was not only me that after now set the rhythm. Roderick also did and I soon got used to also be fucked painfully but I appreciated my brother’s dick in all ways. After my first painful fuck of course after withdrawing his cock from my ass, he turned exposing me again that glorious bum of his and my lust again reached its maximum but now I drove my dick in Roderick’s ass painfully. It had hurt him the first time I had fucked him and I was astonished that he wanted some pain again. But he only told me that he loved fucking me but mainly he loved having an ass as a toy for his brother, and he wanted to be constantly fucked, even more than once every day and he also loved some violence if it came from my dick, that’s what he told me.

After cumming, we smiled at each other and kissed as lovers, sure that finally we were lovers and no girls would make us ever falter in this mutual incestuous lust. Since we were not a couple, we could still have sex with girls, but we agreed in always sleeping after now in the same bed every night. And every night it’s so hot to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him, or to just look at Roderick Harrington’s lustful face and his lustful smiles I will never get tired of seeing.

I was raised in a small French-Canadian town. My mother ordered my clothes from the Eaton catalogue. The first time I jerked off, in the 1960s, I focused on the pic of a guy in white underwear, as illustrated in the catalogue. The front pic did not show the outline of his cock but the back pic highlighted a nice peachy ass. I imagined myself caressing, fun-spanking, kissing and even biting it. At the time, I had no idea that you could stick your tongue in a man’s shit hole. I did not know that the verb to rim existed.

At 18, I discovered the jockstrap, a gear that we had to wear to hold a cup protecting our genitals from the puck fired by a hockey player or from the slam of a stick. In the locker room, after a quick shower, my friend Tony put on a different jockstrap, without a cup; it had a stretchy white pouch. He turned around to show me how this gear held his hairy balls and thick dick in a very arousing way. I wanted one. I dreamed of frotting with Tony, getting hard and jerking off with a guy. I’m sure he knew what was on my mind because he told me where to buy one.  

Tony, as you have already guessed, was the first guy with whom I had a sexual contact. We both loved man-to-man contact. We both had never seen a naked woman, had no interest in dating a girl. We both enjoyed sniffing each other’s jockstrap pouch, biting the growing shaft to end up sucking in a 60 position. Tony introduced me to rimming, and we had the best time sitting on each other’s face, tongue-twisting our way into a clean tasty rosebud. He invited me to kiss him on the ass hole and on the lips, back & forth. Holy fuck! That was so fucking tasty! Every guy I met later on had to let me eat his ass.

Now in my 70s, I live in a seniors’ residence in downtown Toronto, just across the St. Lawrence Community & Recreation Centre. I do a 30-minute stationary bicycling session every morning. While peddling, I usually read a novel or a collection of short stories, underlining the sentences that strike me and that I will want to highlight in my book review for Toronto’s French-language weekly paper L’Express. The locker room has urinals, toilets, dryers for the hands and a shower area with four spray gears. One toilet is larger and equipped with bars for physically handicapped men. In the hallway leading to the shower and to the larger toilet stand, there is an air blower about 5 feet above the ground to dry your body.

Bicycling for 30 minutes usually makes me want to shit. I always use the larger toilet stand. Once, coming out of it, I noticed a heavy black guy drying himself under the air blower. His huge butt caught my attention and I couldn’t resist congratulating him on perfect chocolate cakes. I took a chance on caressing his butt. He smiled and whispered: “Would you like to taste them?” On that note, we headed for the larger toilet stand; I sat down and he positioned himself so that I could kiss, bite, lick and rim his mammoth offering. He moaned with pleasure. When I tried to kiss him, he said: “Sorry, I’m married and only kiss my wife.”

The community gym has its regular members, some into weight lifting at one end, others into treadmill or bicycling at the other end. Last week, a new member entered the gym; I couldn’t keep my eyes off him: 5’6” tall, roughly 130 lbs, around 18-20 years-old, slim, short auburn hair, greenish eyes, smooth clean face. After 10 minutes of warm-up on the treadmill, he sat at the leg-press machine for a five-minute period, and then took place on the stationary bike next to mine.

“Hi, my name is Pavle. I’m originally from Croatia. I recently moved to Canada and got a job at the Royal York Hotel. I just discovered this gym.”

“Welcome to the St. Lawrence Community & Recreation Centre. I hope I will see you often. My name is Paul-François. I come here every morning around 10:30.”

The next day, we both enter the Centre at the same time. While heading to the gym, Pavle mentions that he likes to exercise with older men like me, adding what I interpret as a sweet cruising smile. After his workout, Pavle goes to the locker room. I follow him 6-7 minutes later. He is drying himself under the air blower, and I can admire his toned almost hairless body. A cute light fury trace leads to his crotch and inside his ass crack. We are alone in the locker room and as soon as he sees me approaching him, he embraces and kisses me passionately. I drag him to the large toilet stand for privacy in case some guy arrives. I quickly lick his long veiny dick, then switch him around to eat his cute little ass. “I live two blocks from here and would love to explore your divine body”, I promptly say. “That would be great, he replies; I love sexual contacts and can be naughty at times.”

In my apartment on the top floor of the seniors’ residence, overlooking Lake Ontario, we cuddle on the sofa, caress and kiss. I can feel his hard bulge, his desire to get naked and have man-to-man pleasures. We head for the bedroom, and Pavle kneels down to slide his slender hard rod between my hairy pecs while I massage his firm peachy butt. When he is ready to explode, my new Croatian partner shoves his dick in my mouth, making me gag, soon dripping with milky jizz. He licks it and we French-kiss.

“You seem to enjoy what we are doing, but how come your cock doesn’t get hard?”, he asks. I would love to feel you inside me.”

“Because of diabetes for almost 40 years, I now have erectile problems. But I adore tongue-fucking you, and I can shove one or two fingers in your ass hole.”

“Please do. Next time, I will bring my mammoth dildo and wear a leather jockstrap.”

On that note, Pavle and I became steady gym and bed partners.