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  • The Examination Room

    ‘So come on Carl, what’s all this about you and the summer camp?’

    Cyril had a way of asking leading questions just when he seemed deep in thought such as when as he was studying his circuit tester.

    ‘Oh that’s ages ago!’ I protested mildly. I had thought he was not taking any notice of me.

    ‘Barry reckons you want to talk about it’

    ‘He never mentioned it to me then! Anyway he wasn’t there. It’s Don and Jeff you want to ask. They saw it all, or no! they didn’t actually see it but they were at the camp and got to find out about it.’

    ‘See what?’ Cyril finished threading a cable then leaning on the nearest chair looked me straight in the eyes. ‘Carl you’re teasing me!’ He was almost severe in his manner.

    I must explain. I had never met Cyril before but in the brief time he had been at work in my house I could hardly take my eyes off him. He seemed so deliberate and sure in everything he did. There was a purpose about his face and he seemed so competent in the way he used his hands. I was trying to do my own things and not make it obvious but he had just taken his jumper off so he was in this sleeveless shirt and he had a modest tattoo on his right biceps. His arms looked so strong and sexy!

    ‘I thought, being that you all worked for Barry you would have worked with Don and Jeff sometimes’

    ‘That’s not an answer to my question but perhaps I should be quiet. Oh by way I’ll need to work in that corner quite soon so if you want to shift your personal things, that’s fine otherwise I can do it.’

    Had he seen them? There was nothing in the expression on his face to show he had. But why did he use the word ‘personal’? Barry had helped move some furniture before going off on another job and there were all sorts of papers on one of the desks. He had turned the guessing tables on me. If he had already seen them then if I didn’t react it would seem I wanted him to find them or perhaps he realised I had put them there deliberately?! Then before I could have done anything he picked each one separately and transferred then to the seat of an armchair without comment.

    ‘Do you really want to know then?’ I began. Cyril just went on preparing his wires and hammering staples. I hesitated a bit.

    ‘Go on then’ Cyril spoke softly this time as if to encourage me.

    ‘Right here goes! Well you know the way these summer camps go. It lasted about three weeks and within that time we had these four days of military endurance tests.’

    ‘Hang on a minute!’ Cyril interrupted. ‘why did you go on a thing like that? I mean you’re not really exactly built for it! Don’t get me wrong you look great but well!’ he was looking me up and it gave me quite a thrill as I had just changed into some very brief shorts and a nice tight T-shirt that made me feel very sexy.

    ‘It was some friends of mine I’ve known since school. They always like teasing me about my effeminate body.’

    ‘So they talked you into it. Go on!’

    ‘You see these army guys started off lecturing us on how being tough and strong physically isn’t everything and that you must have mental stamina, strength of character, fortitude, leadership ability … you know all that sort of thing. I mean they make it pretty plain that unless you’ve got these qualities you’re not a real man. There was this Sergeant Major; his favourite expression was ‘You don’t just need guts for this boy; you’ve got to have a proper set of balls on you too!’

    ‘So off we went on this assault course. The others were fine at it but I was getting nowhere. I mean I just don’t have the strength in my arms to do things like carrying heavy weights over high walls and when leaping over fast flowing torrents, ant way it makes me scared. It was funny really because you would have expected this sergeant guy to have been screaming at me. Instead he even helped me out a bit and I got a sort of perverse pleasure out of being so inadequate. Well you know, why should I pretend to be different from what I am?’

    ‘Eventually the sergeant decided to pull me out of the competition and was heard to remark that he didn’t think I had the ‘balls’ and they might need to ‘look me over’. So he summoned a couple of young Medical Orderlies (MOs) and they took me off each holding my forearm gently but firmly. We went in silence past several blocks then in through a side door and down a deserted corridor. One of them put a key in a door marked ‘Examination Room’ ordered me inside then turning to look me in the eyes for the first time and with a half smile said ‘Right this is it! Get your kit off!’. The room just had an examination couch and bare table and chair. ‘Come on get your pants off as well mate, that’s the part we want to see!’ He ordered me in such a way I would not dare to refuse.’

    ‘They sort of laughed and made exclamations as I took my pants down. ‘Wow some dandy we’ve got here! Not very manly down here are we?’ one of them said as they examined my balls. They were feeling them and squeezing my cock so I started to get a bit hard. Then the other guy turned his attention to my ass. He even groped my buttocks and fingered my slit. ‘Cor! You’d pass for a chic with cunt like that! Quite a fuck-hole! Let’s call it a ripe cherry, what do you reckon?’ They were laughing nervously and getting excited as they felt me. Then with a note of aggression in his voice one remarked, ‘What you need is a fucking good seeing to mate!”

    ‘He said something like I was a ‘real fucking dandy’ and pulling my buttocks apart to get a better look at me said the only thing for my chic ass was a ‘fucking good stuffing”.

    ”Hey look here’, the senior one said ‘we’re in uniform we can’t do him here’. I could see their denims had huge horizontal bulges.’

    ”Right time for a bit of education I reckon! Bet you’ve never seen a proper man’ he said drawing a curtain round unbuckling his denims and pulling them down. I must admit he was huge, it curved back almost touching his belly button! I knew what he expected of me and I wasted no time in…….. hey sorry I don’t why I’m telling you all this!’

    Cyril had stopped what he was doing and was listening intently but I began to wonder if I should be telling a strange guy such an intimate story and anyway there were certain bits I knew I couldn’t tell.

    ‘You are bloody well going on with it!’ he sad grabbing me firmly and putting his hand on my bare skin under my shirt then down inside the back on my pants so he was squeezing my buttocks. His eyes were watering and he was obviously very excited.

    ‘So is where I get to hear that someone else got there first?’ he said pushing his hand further down inside my pants. My voice was faltering now as he was making me very excited.

    ‘ I don’t know, but well yea! ah! I suppose it was. oh! Cyril you’re distracting me!’. I couldn’t go on as he had one hand in my flies squeezing my cock and the other exploring my ass. My heart was racing and I could think of nothing else. Then suddenly he took hands out of my pants.

    ‘I guess I’m just going to have to be patient and let you go on. You were just about to tell bit where you got fucked, is that right? Or is this story just a wind up?’

    ‘No you see the thing is’ I said trying to recompose myself ‘It was this cock of his; well, it was so fucking big I just got fixated on it and I just had to kiss his fabulous knob. Honestly you never saw anything like it and, oh hell! it was so hot I could feel the heat on my cheeks as he came close and I just couldn’t help it, I completely lost control.’

    ‘So there I was taking this lovely hot meat in my mouth and working my tongue all about his length. It was so fucking hard! and I could feel it starting to throb. I suppose I might have guessed he’d lost it too but when he started gushing spunk in my mouth I wasn’t ready and the other guy could easily see it dribbling from between my lips.’

    ‘Oh yea… then I had to take him too, there was no way out of that! And he was even more forceful with me anyway and his cock was just so commanding. I started groping his great big balls as they hung in his ample scrotum. Then there was this fabulous fuck pole where his skin was all stretched up the whole length to his shiny bulging knob. As I sucked him hard I felt him ready to shoot so I ended up swallowing great gulps of jizz as he spurted his virile cum juices straight down my throat’.

    ‘But if you think that was all you didn’t reckon with these two! They wanted to see if I was gay and..’

    ‘Hey come on! That’s fucking obvious isn’t it? What I want to know is why the other guy didn’t do you when you bent down with your bare ass because if it was anything like it is now, presented him with a very juicy cherry….’

    ‘They never got a chance because at that moment the door opened and in walked the sergeant and Big Joe who had got first place in the competition I had just failed to complete. ‘Cor what do reckon!’ exclaimed the sergeant pointing at my ass. ‘Fancy a screw mate? You’re the winner, he’s all yours!’. But he seemed to ignore the sergeant and stretched himself while looking at my nude body. He had on a sweat shirt which clung tightly to the profile of his muscular body. Then almost immediately he removed first this sweat shirt then his shoes, socks, jeans and continued to pull down his underpants very deliberately and without a hint of embarrassment. Meanwhile the sergeant was saying something like ‘In this world you’ve gotta have balls to get on top and if you haven’t ….. Well! someone else who has will get on top of you!’

    ‘But Joe wasn’t listening to this either. ‘Permission to fuck him sir!’ said Joe suddenly looking the sergeant squarely in the face.’

    ‘Anyway it was all very embarrassing and I think its best forget it. I don’t why I’m telling you; I wasn’t ever going to tell anyone this. So er’ I was trying to change the subject ‘how much more work have you got left?’

    Cyril gripped me even harder this time. I suppose I was asking for it but he really hurt me. ‘You’re going on with this whether you like it or not’. He said as he squeezed what there was of my upper arm like a tourniquet. ‘You think we don’t know you got fucked then?? Let me tell you there are more stories going around about what happened to you than I’ve got hairs on my chest.’

    As Cyril’s broad body was right in front of me at that moment I was well impressed by his personality and power of persuasion. Any way I though perhaps it was better to tell a true story than let the rumours go on.

    So it was that I continued to tell the bit which brought back memories I couldn’t erase

    ‘So one of the orderlies said it would be better to ask my permission, but you see the sergeant just replied, ‘You don’t ask permission of a pansy before you pick it do you?! This is what happens to anyone who can’t prove their masculinity. And in this case he aen’t got any’, he said laughing. But now Joe was looking very aggressive and started giving the orders: ‘Come on Dandy Boy’ he said leering at me, ‘you look like you’ve got a mouthful of cum. Better take this is in your pretty little mouth and suck me well before I fuck that lilly-white chic-ass of yours’. These were the first words he had ever spoken to me and he was so big and commanding I could not do anything but obey. His cock had been swelling steadily since his took his pants down and by now it was huge and very hard. I gently licked his whole length and made sure he was well covered in a thick layer of the MOs creamy spunk.’

    ‘Suddenly he pulled away from me. ‘Get your fucking ass over that chair, come on’ he said impatiently. The two MOs brought a chair over and indicated I should bend down.’

    ‘At first he came into me quite slowly but it was really painful as he pushed his huge cock into my ass with such force. I had to garb the chair firmly to stop my self falling as he was so strong. I felt his huge massive meat filling me inside as he thrust it up my bum so firmly. I promise I couldn’t think of resisting. Oh hell Cyril! He just went on pounding me relentlessly getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. I couldn’t hold on to the chair any more and collapsed on the floor. I was sort of on my side as he slammed down on my bum with his huge strong body. I had seen him vault the walls with twice the weight the others were carrying and here he was driving his big fuck pole mercilessly in and out of my bottom.’

    ‘I had just heard girls giggling and I noticed that a number of the others had arrived in the room just in time to see me Joe’s cock literally explode up my ass-hole. Oh Cyril he fucked me so much! It was like being flooded with a huge enema. You see I was madly in love with him, I was madly kissing parts of his thighs and chest as he fucked me and all the while the others were laughing at me.’

    Cyril was comforting me now as I couldn’t restrain my tears. He had taken my shirt of and held my feeble body against his big chest.

    ‘You see he just pulled out and walked away from me. He showed no emotion at all I was devastated!’ I said sobbing profusely. ‘Then the sergeant walker over pulled out a very long cock, squeezed it several times then spurted great dollops of spunk all over my naked body. This brought more hysterical laughter from the girls’

    ‘Oh come on! Let’s go up to your room to hear the rest of the story. I bet the others fucked you after that. Oh fuck! Carl I want you in the fucking nude, I just can’t wait to get at your fucking chic bum and stuff your cheeky little ass-hole!’ He said grabbing my forearm with one hand and propelling me down the passage towards my bedroom door with his other hand.

    ‘So this was two and half years ago or something’ Cyril said thoughtfully obviously trying to calm himself. I think he thought that trying to fight off his excitement was a proof of real manhood. ‘But there’s still something I don’t quite understand. Even after all that you don’t have a boyfriend do you? Sorry!’ he said suddenly checking himself and touching my bare arm. ‘I got a bit carried away. But you did leave all those dildos for me to find didn’t you?’ I didn’t know if he was just trying to excuse himself or was jealous of Joe and wanted to have exclusive rights my humiliation.

    ‘I don’t know!’ I said blushing and feeling my face go red. ‘It seems that there’s always some reason why nothing happens. It was the same with that art course I was on for two years. We were twelve students in all eight girls, three guys and myself.’

    ‘I notice you don’t count yourself in with either’ he said teasingly.

    ‘OK well you see the guys mostly went out with girls on other courses and they didn’t show much interest in me. But strange as you may think the girls were always inviting me to their parties. I suppose they liked my company because they saw me a sort of neutral. Anyway the thing is one of them was a lesbian called Clare. She was a big girl and seemed somehow jealous of me. Perhaps she saw me as some sort of rival. I could never really understand but she certainly had a sort of hold over the others.’

    ‘One day there was a bit of an argument and she accused me of being chauvinistic and suddenly got very aggressive and said to the others ‘Come on girls he’s gonna get it!’. She grabbed at my clothes and started trying to strip me. I think it was because I laughed rather than try to resist that the others joined in and got my pants off. Clare had stripped off down to her bra and panties then she produced this large double ended dildo and waved it at me saying ‘Boy you’re gonna get it!’ She wanted me to suck it as she held in her hand but I tried to get at her nipples but she wouldn’t let me pull her bra aside. Instead she inserted the dildo up her cunt by pushing the crotch of her panties to one side and sporting this rather ungainly pole made me bend over a chair then just rammed it straight up my asshole. Oh I don’t know how to describe the feeling I had but I got so excited and somehow she was making me shoot cum all over the carpet. I just couldn’t help it’

    ‘Of course all the other girls were watching and laughing at me getting shafted. I suppose you could say it was pretty humiliating but it was my one and only experience with girls. I’m sorry Cyril! It’s a pretty pathetic story really I’m afraid.’

    Cyril, cool as ever just went and got out some tools from his box and went very deliberately to do something to the fuse board.

    ‘Right!” he said ‘That’s the power on so now we can go and get showered.’

    It was so typical of Cyril, he had made up his mind about it and so there was no hanging about. He opened the shower room door.

    ‘Better get you pants off then.’

    I didn’t have much to take off but I dropped my shorts and pants together just leaving my T shirt skirting the top of my buttocks. Cyril ran his hand over them in the same expert way that he went about his electrical work, at least at first. But he seemed to be starting to show emotions that I had not seen before in him as he was starting to explore my slit with his fingertips. I could feel him getting very close to my anus and I felt so full of excitement and expectation. Then I looked round and noticed his strong hairy forearm reaching with tensed muscles as his fingers began to probe my ass-hole.

    ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never been done by a guy since! I just don’t believe it; it’s simply not possible, not with an ass like that. You must be …. Are you shy or something?’

    ‘Perhaps it’s because I haven’t got the balls!’ I suggested my voice quivering with excitement.

    These electric shower cubicles are a bit cramped for two people and Cyril was a big guy. So while talking he had been soaping me all over but giving most attention to my ass and genitals. So when he got me to bend right down he had to open the door and was giving my asshole a very close examination.

    ‘Your cunt’s as juicy as a guy who’s fucked every day. You have the most fucking luscious rose you’ve ever seen! Honestly a normal guy doesn’t have one half the size of yours. You must be getting it real regular man! Or should I say Sis!’

    ‘I’m not telling you lies Cyril I’ve never had a another guy after Joe er .. even do what you’re doing er. let alone anything er …else’. Cyril was kissing my anus and licking me inside as I spoke and it was difficult for me to concentrate on what I was saying. ‘Perhaps it’s because I put things in sometimes and Joe was very big’ I said forgetting that he had already seen the dildos.

    ‘Yea I suppose that explains it then. But you must be at it all the time man! What a cunt you’ve got!! There’s so much of it like a couple of inches (50mm) or more. If all that’s the result of anal masturbation you really are sad aren’t you!’ Then running his hands down my arms in a gesture of frankness he added more as his usual self. ‘In that case I’m going to have to fuck you up that so-called virgin ass of yours so you’ll never want anything but the real thing in future.’ He kissed me gently on my lips. ‘You don’t really know me yet do you?’ he said pulling me down against his genitals.

    The thing about Cyril was that I found him very sexy even with his clothes on; in the nude I found myself quite shy; I think it was because I had such a hell of a crush on him that I was terribly afraid of doing anything he might not want. So at first I touched his cock quite softly but I had a huge effect on him. He started getting really passionate and embracing me which was very sexy as our bodies were all soapy. He had quite long cock at least compared with mine considerably thicker. It would have been quite intimidating if I wasn’t so crazy about him.

    I found myself kissing him all over his genitals. At one point I took his cock almost completely down my throat and I thought I had gone too far as he started yelling out. But as I tried to pull away from him he held my head so I couldn’t release his cock and just then he began to spurt his spunk in my mouth. I had never tasted a guy’s semen before I was a funny taste, rather salty but I loved it because it was his. He seemed to go on and on, he very virile and in the end I had a mouthful of his lovely sticky cum fluids.

    We were still in the shower doorway and Cyril was leaning against me now panting with exertion. ‘Hey man I’m sorry I lost control. You’re too bloody good at the Blow Job side of things’ he said shaking his head, ‘And you’re that inexperienced? Bloody hell man you’re a professional!’

    ‘I guess it’s why I always seem to miss out on getting my ass stuffed’ I said then added, ‘I didn’t really mean to jack you before time but I kind of lost control Cyril’, I said kissing his cock again; but then suddenly I got an urge for something else. He had become quite passive now. No longer taking the lead and I couldn’t take my eyes off his hairy cleft behind his balls. He made no attempt to stop me as I put on the shower again and applied more soap around his asshole. The sight of his dark hairy slit between his fine muscular buttocks was driving me crazy now. We opened the door again and this time he bent down for me to get at his bottom.

    I don’t know why an effeminate guy like me should get such an urge but the sight of his little tight asshole made me loose control of myself. With my mouth still full of his cum I went down and licked it all over his tight cherry. It may have been much smaller than mine but I was now determined to fuck his man cunt full of everything I’d got. I remembered those girls and that useless plastic dildo. This would be different Oh Yes! altogether different!!

    ‘Get your fucking legs apart Cyril I’m going in and ..’ at this I thrust my little cock into his juicy asshole but it was very tight and it took almost a full minute before I got up inside his hairy bottom. Oh wow didn’t I give it him!! I worked in and out gently at first then as I got more excited with his tight ass gripping my throbbing cock I rammed him harder and faster until let go in one massive orgasm the like of which I’d never had before. ‘Get this up your fucking ass!!’ I shouted at the top of my voice as I felt my jizz racing through my cock canal and spurting up this lovely man-ass. I had forgotten all my shyness now. I seemed to take in every pore of his firm skin as I gazed on his neck muscles and firm shoulders while fertilising his body with my fuck. I suddenly felt so utterly satisfied at the thought of having fucked this beautiful manly frame I admired so much. I thought of his thorough and determined manner which I associated with those strong muscles but now I had somehow subjugated him to me and forced my spunk up straight up his manly bum hole and flooded his rectum with my boy spunk.

    ‘Have a piss right away and wash your cock really thoroughly’ he said in a practical way. He was quite right; what I had just done could be dangerous and I needed to clean up quickly.

    ‘You’ll be all right’ he said reassuringly ‘But now I think we should do it properly.’ He was leading the way into the bathroom now and I was perplexed at first as he started to fiddle with the old shower that I used to use on the bath taps. He had taken the head off in his usual professional manner and was running the water to get an even temperature it seemed.

    ‘Now get into the bath and bend over; this won’t hurt.’ He took a soap canister and used it to soap my asshole then after squeezing a bit so it went up inside me he took the tube of the bath shower and very gently I felt it coming into my anus. It was so clinical and he was so deliberate but I loved the feeling of submission as he fed the tubing deeper into me. I felt terrifically sexy as he prepared to give me a rectal enema. I was looking at his strong arms as he pulled the lever and I felt warm water flooding into my bottom. It was like he was fucking me with oceans of fluids. I felt utterly submissive and every time he asked if it was hurting I just shook my head automatically. If there was any discomfort all I wanted was more. I bent further down but then suddenly felt myself getting a bowel action and I had to expel. Cyril was ready and all that came out was water. He flushed me through a couple of times again then took a bottle of baby oil and applied some around the anus then pushed it hard against my asshole as he squeezed and I felt it coming inside me.

    ‘You look fabulous and boy you are ready for the fuck of your life so you’d better get up to your bedroom. Now I want you lying on your side with you knees up. That’s right just like you would if the doctor was going to examine you. Except that this ‘doctor’ is going to do a lot more than that!’

    ‘Oh fuck what a lovely juicy cherry you’ve got I’m just going to have to taste you a bit first. Hey come on you know about 69s don’t you?’ I was delighted at another opportunity to get at his cock. This time I was going to have to be more restrained as I didn’t want to miss out on getting my ass inseminated this time. He had such a fabulous hood. It was really big in relation to the rest of his shaft with beautiful rounded smooth shiny lobes like mini-buttocks. Why was everything about this guy so fucking exciting. I could see and even feel his little spunk hole reacting to my tongue as I gently licked his tip. He had buried his face in my bottom and it felt like his tongue was almost right inside me as he licked all around inside my outer sphincter.

    We carried on in this position for at least half an hour. I think it was because we had both had orgasms recently that we had more staying power. I was exploring him everywhere from his knob down the length of his long hard shaft, all around his beautiful full scrotum and nice big balls, then right up between his legs and deep into the dark hairy cleft between his buttocks.

    Finally he jumped up and with a look of aggressive determination he flung me on my back; I felt his strong hands grip my ankles as he forced my legs back and apart. I guess my asshole was opening for him already as I couldn’t keep my sphincter muscle closed I was so excited. His long hard cock waved at me with the certainty of a tube train entering a tunnel. Oh how I longed for him in those final moments! But then I felt it! A warm smooth but hard intruder was between my buttocks then it gradually increased the pressure on my hole. It didn’t take long before my outer sphincter had accommodated his knob probing my anal hole. Cyril’s eyes were gazing down on me with a sort of domination. He was restraining his full body weight with his arms and legs and it made his muscles swell with into big hard bulging hunks. It was just then that I must have yielded to him as I felt myself opening finally to allow his firm phallus to enter my bottom fully. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever had, to see this beautiful man coming down on me and to feel his firm fuck pole filling first my asshole then coming right in and up inside my rectum.

    It was like he had conquered me and occupied me completely. I felt totally under his control. Even so I was so impatient to be fucked and I was pushing my ass up and down against his cock. But soon it was Cyril who was taking all the initiative. He drove his penis through me with a concentrated look on his face. He was teasing my prostate gland by massaging it with his knob on each thrust as he worked his cock in and out and all round inside my bum. Each pass was a new thrill and his action was getting rougher each time and I was getting more and more wild with excitement.

    He went on fucking me for how long I don’t know but I wished it would never end. We were both panting and sweating; our hearts were pounding with excitement and yet it was still getting even better. I must have got up to take off speed or something because all of a sudden my whole bottom started orgasming from somewhere deep inside. I was yelping and out of control. There were huge spasms gripping my rectum. It must have sent Cyril way over the top too because I saw his face screw up in tension then he started shouting and swearing as I felt a warm rush of his cum fluids irrigating me far up inside my bum.

    After that we both collapsed on the bed in a state of exhaustion. But I think he wanted to hear about what the others did to me in that examination room, except that we heard familiar voices outside. Cyril rushed to the window.

    ‘Oh Fuck! it’s Don and Jeff and they’re coming in. Bloody Hell the door’s not locked!!’ Then he turned to me in wild panic. ‘What are you laughing about?’

    ‘Hey what’s going on? Cyril! Where are you?’ It was Barry’s voice at the foot of the stairs.


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  • The Late Meal

    The hour was late. I had eaten in this restaurant many times. This night they had stayed open just to feed me. The staff had gone home and a waiter was the only one left to see me out and lock up.

    I was preoccupied with my own business. I suppose I did not even think about the people around me. The issues of my own life consumed me. My peripheral vision saw the water picture filling up my glass. I felt the hair on my arm rise as it seemed to do when some other body was near. I heard his baritone voice, a bit reedy rather than resonant, ‘Are you finished with your plate, sir?’

    I looked up and saw him for the first time, not that I had not seen him, but I had not noticed him as a person. His eyes, eyes of pale blue grey, quiet and at the same time intense. His blond hair and blond skin were set off by patches of high color on his cheeks. The lips were not very thick and colored a warm rose just darker than his cheek. Above his eyes were full brows angled in a peak like a French circumflex. He had a quirky humorous look, hair mussed in that practiced disheveled style of the young.

    Words would have spoiled the moment. I rose and brushed my hand against his almost hairless cheek. He smiled and fixed those pale eyes at me. I drew closer till I could smell the Italian garlic on his breath. My nose touched his face and my eyes went out of focus trying to see his eyes at such a close intimacy.

    I embraced him and felt his hands on my back. We opened our mouths and I tasted the spices on his tongue and mouth. My fingers ran through his hair dressed with some fragrant mouse or oil. Damp, I cupped the back of his neck in slipperiness and pressed our lips tightly together.

    His nimble fingers started to unbutton my shirt. I started to do the same, but in my excitement I could not make them work. I grabbed the front and ripped it off. I stepped back, breathless and looked at the slender white flat torso. He was not an athlete, but had the boyish slim body covered in a soft fine layer of fat. He was no gym goer but appeared to get his exercise by walking to work and playing occasional pickup sports. I put my hand on his stomach. My hand still slippery from his hair, I felt the smooth whiteness of his skin. I wrapped myself back around him and down inside his pants to feel his round buttocks.

    Somehow we fell in a pile naked upon the table. My nose sought out the ripe rich smell under his arm. Wispy soft blond hairs greeted me there. I licked his breast and gently bit down on the skin around his nipple. With my tongue I could feel the taut erection of that nipple.

    His skin, his smell, his sight filled my senses. I lost track of myself and my feelings. Only he was in my attention. I reached down, first with my hands and then with my head and mouth, looking. I was searching for his penis. Down his flat stomach, grasping the dimpled depressions of is ass – there it was. Perched, erect, in the arrow made by his slender legs. He was natural, not circumcised, just a shade darker than the rest of his skin. No curves or hooks in his dick, but straight and pulled up tight against his abdomen. Not that big, but perfectly shaped and as straight as a cigar.

    His balls were the kind that pull up tight in a bunch, high at the base of his cock. They were pulled up tight, excited and leathery, not soft and flaccid. I smelled the wispy blond hairs of his pubic area. There were no deodorants but the musky smell of his nature. I felt the spring of his penis, pulling itself toward his stomach as I sucked him in.

    I worked and sucked and pumped as his body writhed under my hands. He would not give up his sperm easily. Finally his body seemed to start quivering and jerking and shooting into my throat wit a huge series of waves of cum.

    We lay for a long moment as I swallowed and continued to suck at him. I looked up to see a soft gentle smile, closed eyes and peaceful tensionless relaxation. With a pause, he sat up to grab at his pants. I thought he was going to dress but he got something out of his wallet.

    I followed him as he walked into the women’s bathroom. I was mesmerized by watching at close proximity, his pretty moving ass. Each round dimpled bun moved on the other as he walked. He stopped at the women’s fainting couch, turned and ripped open a packaged condom. I felt his adept fingers on my cock. He bent down to kiss the head of my penis, then sat on the couch with his heels by his ass, presenting himself to me.

    I put each leg up on my shoulder and looked into his steely grey blue eyes. Looking down his compact and perfect penis which had retracted into his foreskin. The triangle of his package were there for my eyes to enjoy. My penis touched his anus. He looked right at me as I pushed inside. A bit of a wince was followed by a gentle contented smile. I was so excited by sucking him off and seeing him spread out in front of me, I was not long pumping at his ass.

    I do not remember dressing or actually leaving the restaurant. I was in a fog of post coital pleasure. It was no disrespect that we never spoke, in sex. It was just what the situation demanded. Words would have messed it up.

    One thing I will remember. No one has given themselves to me more freely or more completely in sex.


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  • Weightlifters Get At My Gland

    The following morning I woke up about half an hour after breakfast usually began so I had to pull on some clothes quickly and dash down to the canteen before I was too late.

    It was only when I sat down with some cereal that I began to feel uneasy that some of the others might be embarrassed on account of things getting seriously out of control the previous night. What if they were having second thoughts about me. I had this surreal feeling that perhaps I was going crazy and it hadn’t really happened

    Most of the guys seemed to have gone already and that made me feel the more uneasy.

    ‘I’m afraid I overslept a bit’ I said rather weakly. Harry, a tall heavy built guy gave me a long look and then smiled knowingly.

    ‘Yes!’ he said at length.

    ‘Where is everyone?’ I asked.

    ‘Gone to the college’ he said and then I remembered they had told me about some school visit.

    ‘So there’s just the four of us till we meet up at the gym. You will be around won’t you!’ said Harry. The sudden earnestness of his manner gave me a sense of relief

    ‘Oh yea I expect so’ I said uncertainly.

    ‘You’d better be or we’ll be around to fetch you’

    Andy was sitting further up the table and slid down the bench to where I was sitting. ‘So what are you doing this morning?’ he asked.

    ‘I had intended taking a stroll down to the bazaar’ I said casually.

    Harry suggested they came with me to make sure I was OK. They were very protective towards me and treated me like a woman.

    I got up to go back to my room. ‘Are we leaving now then?’ Andy asked. I said that I still needed a shower and ‘one or two other things’.

    ‘Need a hand with any of these ‘other things’!’ Andy laughed.

    Andy had a distinct bulge at the front of his shorts and as the others stood up it was clear their testosterone was getting to work on them too.

    ‘Come on round’ I said, knowing there would be no way of preventing them and soon all five of us were back in my room.

    ‘I think I’d better go to the toilet first’ I said as casually as possible but I think my tone of voice must have betrayed my mounting excitement.

    It seemed my fears of them loosing interest in me were all in my imagination. Later I came to realise that they all felt quite casual about having me around and having sex with me. They not only saw me as a typical Dandy arty type, physically puny and easy to impress but they had a particular fetish about controlling me sexually especially up my bottom.

    So I went into the bathroom and took my pants down in front of the others who had all followed me in. I pulled up the seat and bent down in front of the pan because they had all crowded round and seemed to want to see me in action. By now I was totally nude.

    Harry said what I needed was a ‘fucking good enema’ so he grabbed the syringe which I had nearby and filled the basin with warm soapy water. I watched his strong hairy forearms and the virile veins in his biceps bulging from the sleeves of his T shirt each time pulled up the plunger to charge the syringe. After each fill he pushed it firmly into my soapy asshole and pushed in the plunger with his big hands as I felt large doses of warm fluids being forced up my rectum. Then, when I felt I was getting really full, Andy started working this big dildo into me and it seemed to work the fluid further in but it gave me a hell of a thrill inside. It was like these guys were inseminating me with huge doses of their hot semen. After about 2 minutes I just had to expel and managed a really good discharge into the pan but it was obvious that most of what was in me was their sperm from last night.

    ‘What he needs is a fucking good seeing to inside! Look at his chick ass he’s just a fucking girl!! I could get my fucking hand right up there inside his fucking boy bum. He needs a real man up him to sort him out!!’ Andy was loosing his cool.

    ‘Hang on, and calm down man! You’re not going to do anything like that, he’s only a kid and he’s got a fucking nice tight hole. We’re not going to spoil it!’ It was Gus. He had just come and had seen my asshole expelling the enema. He was a very commanding person as well as having huge bulging muscles. With his pants down he looked like a Greek god and his huge hard cock made it obvious what he was about to do next.

    ‘Right bend your fucking ass over that chair you’re about to find out about real men! Or no wait a minute, better still get him back in his room on his back you know up on a table or something’ . Gus was so cool about the directions he was giving Andy and Harry, it was so obvious he was in command and I was longing for him to come up me and control me totally.

    ‘Come on hold his legs right back. Come on!! Get them right apart and pull those pretty pansy ass cheeks aside!! Now where’s that fucking cream?’ Now even Gus was starting to get impatient as he squeezed a large dollop from the tube and forced it up my bum hole.

    ‘OK Andy you want to see how to fuck a guy inside. You see my fuck pole is just as strong as any arm!’ he said this as he drove his huge dick into me. Some of the others had arrive too to look on as Gus drove his massive meat deep into my boy bum.

    It felt so huge and all I could see was Gus’ pectorals and arm muscles as he restrained his weight while working his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

    I had just watched Andy washing his bare arms with soap. As Gus stretched my sphincter I imagined his whole arm was coming up me right to his shoulder.

    These were my thoughts as Gus directed his strong dick against my gland. It was sending huge thrills through my whole body. I was shouting out things like ‘Ah Gus stuff me! Stuff me!! You fabulous hulk!!’ Then I was overwhelmed by this gigantic orgasm. I was writhing around under Gus’ weight as he relentless pounded by ass and propelled my sex gland into ever more intense spasms.

    Harry had to put his hand over my mouth at one point to keep the noise down. Then all of sudden after making one last huge lunge into my bottom Gus spurted a massive load of spunk straight up my bum hole and flooded every recess of my rectum.

    At that moment I loved all those guys especially Gus, he had a strong character and I felt safe with him. I wanted his strong body to take care of me sexually; I wanted him to control me.

    After fucking me Gus went off to do something else.

    ‘You’d better shower alone after that’ Harry said ‘Or we’ll all do you right there and that would be a waste of a morning wouldn’t it?’ he said looking at my newly fucked body admiringly. It was wondering if he felt a bit deflated after seeing the way Gus did me.

    ‘Oh fuck!! look at that juicy crack I’m going in!’ Andy said changing his mind. He leapt into the bath with me and we started up the shower and soaped each other down. His naked body was all round me and I felt a huge sense of expectation in my anus as I felt his powerful cock against my balls and thighs. Eventually after teasing my crack several times, I bent right down and he powered into me and turned off the shower.

    ‘Listen!’ he said, as the shafted me hard ‘Sounds good aye?’ All you could hear was a juicy sound as Andy thrust his cock in and out of my ass. He was soon shafting me really hard but then suddenly he stopped, gasped and groaned while I felt a lovely infusion taking place inside me as I felt him force his fuck fluids deep into my bottom.

    The others had watched every detail but refrained from following Andy straight away so I dried myself and went and lay on my bed naked. I was on my side with one knee forward. In this easily accessible position I nonchalantly pretended to read a book. The guys were all looking really terrific in the nude. The huge bulging muscles were so beautiful I couldn’t resist any longer and took Harry’s big fat meaty cock in my mouth.

    ‘We could give him a shave right now’ he suggested having difficulty controlling his voice as I got to work sucking his raging knob.

    ‘Yea like we were saying at breakfast’

    ‘That was before you came down’ Gus explained coming back into the room.

    ‘He’s got a razor and cream in the bathroom, let’s get to work!’

    They turned me on my back and pushed a towel under my ass. Needless to say I had to abandon my cock sucking as they effortlessly took my nude body in hand. Harry managed to secure some sheets to the headboard so that they held my legs up and apart. It was more comfortable for me and anyway I was powerless to stop them.

    First they lathered my pubic hairs and I felt the razor drawn over the whole area just above my erect penis several times as they shaved me smooth. They then lathered me behind my balls and all over my bottom taking time to work apply it all round my anus.

    I don’t think they realised just how excited I was getting. This sort of touching around my most sensitive parts was driving me crazy. They had just started shaving me between my balls and my anus when one of them, trying to assist, gently held my penis. In seconds I was racing to a climax and they had stop their delicate work as my loins went into rhythmic convulsion as I spurt cum all over my stomach and right up to my chest.

    ‘Sorry about that I didn’t know you were so near. We thought you didn’t have any left after that fucking you had from Gus’

    ‘No I couldn’t get it out you see. He is so big he squeezes my sperm tubes so I can’t ejaculate. But it was OK for me, but I must have made a bit of a mess though’ I replied.

    Gus turned his head and seeing my semen immediately went down and licked every drop off my belly button.

    They carried on shaving me and when they had got my bum as smooth as a baby they began shaving my legs and chest, although I only had a few very fine hairs in these areas.

    They took me back to the shower to rinse off the soap and Harry, who had slipped out briefly returned with some baby lotion.

    I went back to the bed and lay as before. By this time Andy was erect again and volunteered to apply the lotion but had to give up as I took his hot prick in my mouth and began to lick his hot pink knob. It was so hard and hot with shiny lobes and a little hole which began oozing with precum. It tasted a bit salty but I just loved every drop of his virile juices.

    The others worked on different parts of me but they all wanted to get at my anus and genitals. Someone had been fingering me most of the time and even though I had jacked off only a quarter of an hour earlier my cock was hard and aching again as others were gently oiling my scrotum.

    ‘Wouldn’t he look good my some red lipstick on that juicy ass-hole!’ I remember someone saying (and in a couple of days time he actually found some.) They were groping me in an investigative way, opening me up with their fingers to look inside. For me it was the most intensely sexy experience I had aver had. I love exposing myself anyway but this sort of intimate examination was indescribably wonderful.

    It was still less than 24 hours since I had first dropped my pants and invited the guys inside me. I was still a little apprehensive about my routine visit to the gym in the afternoon because these weight-lifters took their sport very seriously and I knew that if I was seen as a liability to their performance this new turn of events would quickly sour our relations. The others had gone directly to the gym from the college and so the five of us joined them there about 2pm.

    The gym was always a noisy place as the team leaders barked out instructions. It had an atmosphere of physical discipline and controlled aggression as if the air were laden with testosterone. I later discovered that the latter was more literal that I had first realised.

    That afternoon I sensed an atmosphere of frustration such as I knew happened when some of the guys were failing to reach their weight targets for the day and possibly even worse failing to meet those of yesterday.

    Would I get the blame? (‘Sex gives you week knees!’ and all that crap.) We came in and went into the changing rooms to shed our travelling clothes. Local customs frowned on shorts etc. I joined the other in sports briefs, trainers and ankle socks but nothing else.

    I watched Hughy who had just made an aggressive noise as he went down for his weight. He was looking me in the eyes as he tensioned his thighs and then his huge biceps and as if with ease he raised the massive dumbbell higher and higher until it was above his head.

    Others were doing just the same and in minutes the atmosphere had transformed. Hughy had his arms round my waist and was about to slip a hand down my pants when the team captain pulled us all up sharply.

    ‘OK get this straight!’ he said ‘This gym is our only training area while we are out here and while we are in it we go about our training and we do NOT indulge in sex!. Is that clearly understood?’

    We all listened in silence.

    ‘This means also’ he went on referring to me, ‘that when Karl here massages you both he and you keep your pants on. I accept we all need to shower afterwards and if I can judge your weaknesses by my own Karl must be left to shower on his own in the gym shower block. Right?’ (Applause all round)

    After that he came over to me as if to explain. ‘Don’t get me wrong, you did us all a service last night and performance today was above expectation. Perhaps you boosted their testosterone levels – I don’t know’ he said laughingly.

    When I got back to my room there were already several guys waiting and very soon the entire team were all round. I took off my shirt and jeans bent down to undo my shoe laces. I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles and as soon I felt the fresh air on my buttocks but there were several hands too. ‘He won’t need any lube. Look at his ass-hole it’s oozing out’ I found it difficult to keep my anus closed when the guys started feeling me and if I was standing up it nearly always precipitated a leak and everyone could see I was sticky and slimy in my crack and sometimes when I had been done several times blobs of semen would run down the inside of my thighs.

    I lay down on the bed on my stomach so they could do me quickly from behind. As the days went on these early evening fuck sessions were routine and the lads were always pretty horny so they just wanted to get up me and jerk off. Later in the evenings they would get me on my back and do me long and hard sometimes on the bed and sometimes on a table.

    That evening was the first and I shall never forget the way they were showering me with flattery about the beauty of my body and especially my ass and genitals.

    ‘You’re that fucking nice even better than a woman!’ someone said. ‘Each time I go up his ass I say to myself ‘I’m going to give it him long and orgasm him inside’ and all that and as soon as I feel that lovely anus around my cock I just go wild. I just want FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!’

    This was Andy as usual holding the attention of those trying to wait patently while I was being done by a succession of guys who were pushing and shoving around me. Then Andy jumped me himself and started showing off with a huge lunge into me. His cock was a good 15 cms (6 inches) but when they did me from behind I could take them as deep as they could go. He soon lost control though and like all eleven of the others was pumping his sex juices into my bottom.

    Most evenings we would go into the big room with lots of chairs and tables and drink whatever was available. As the evenings wore on my clothes tended to get taken off and some of the guys would fuck me there but many would come back to my room and then I would get my legs tied in the air and be shafted for over two hours continuously. As each guy was doing me I would get a chance to admire the others who were waiting. Sometimes I would fondle their genitals and they would come and kneel next to me on the bed so that I could give them lick their balls and suck their cocks. Some guys liked having their asses licked and even their anuses and I especially liked liking them just behind their balls. Others used to kneel astride my face and encourage me to suck them off. I used to take my time over licking their balls which I found extremely exciting and often caused me to orgasm violently if the guy who was fucking me was getting nicely into my prostate gland. I did used to take some in my mouth and often I would be receiving it from both ends! It eased the queue a bit!

    After they had all fucked me at least once most would then go off to bed. Two or three who were selected on a rota would stay for the night taking it in turns to ‘Go into detail’ as it was called. There were three other beds in the room so I did get some sleep.

    It is what happened when they came to enema me the following morning that really determined the future sexual development and orientation.


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  • Bedmates

    It was the end of a long day of volunteering. I had worked later than any of the other guys. Probably they were all asleep. It was a church mission trip. We were fixing up houses that had been storm damaged. The poor people who had been displaced were so thankful. It was worth the effort.

    The church had gotten a motel room for us. My legs were thick and my feet heavy as I trudged back to my room. I stopped at the van to put my tool belt up. I was right, I could hear the quiet breathing of all the guys, two to a bed. I found my empty berth and notice the tousled blond hair of Andy on the other side of the bed.

    I pulled off my T-shirt, unbuckled my heavy leather belt and unzipped my jeans. I stopped to slowly pull down the zipper. I felt the soft pressure of my fingers on my crotch. The fabric sprung back releasing my genitals into the support of my underwear alone. I pealed off my jeans the rest of the way. I quickly slipped under the sheet and light summer blanket and became aware of the humming of the air conditioner.

    All of the sounds of the room seemed louder. My mind drifted to all of the events of the day. I heard and paid attention to Andy’s breathing next to me on the bed. I turned with my back to him. His breathing seemed very large in my mind. Suddenly, I realized, that within reach was his penis. A penis covered only with one thin layer of cotton. I could see the curl of the blond pubic hair in my imagination.

    I never considered a gay thought before. I was tired. I had refrained from jacking off all month. It was lent. Andy was there, next to me. He was available for my thoughts. I pictured him working that day. Stunning blue eyes a pale complexion, but with healthy high color in his cheeks. He was very modest and humble. He was the last one to take off his shirt in the heat. Funny, I remember watching him unbutton the buttons. The flat taught muscles of his stomach, the waist, easy to reach around and his butt was the only part of him that was ample. It was cute and very rounded.

    Andy wore pants that were loose. I often wondered if it was because he had a small dick, but he was humble and did not show off. Now all my world was filled with thoughts of him and his body. His breathing got louder in my attention and everything else faded away. My fingers itched and were restless. I wanted to touch him.

    Finally, in one move, I turned over and swung my arm over his chest. My hand rested on the tip of his shoulder and arm. The breathing never stopped or changed. I lay there taking in the touch of his skin. I smelled the sweet, just showered smell of deodorant soap. I think his curly hair was damp. I waited. I say waited, but I did not know what I was going to do next or whether Andy would wake up and say anything.

    I felt the rise of my excitement. This was not enough. I knew now that I was going to do something. I could not risk waking him up. I really admired Andy and did not know what he would think of me If he knew, even what I was thinking.

    I turned over on my back and got as close as I could. I casually flipped my hand on Andy’s crotch. I felt the soft sponginess of his balls. I was right, his penis was smaller than mine. Crossing the line into his intimate person excited me. I tried to remember, I could not recall anyone ever touching my penis. As I softly grasped his, I wondered if I were the first person to ever touch him.

    I was content for a while to feel him and listen to his breathing. I was so thoroughly thinking of him that I did not notice myself getting more excited. I could also feel the hard rippled muscles under my arm. Still his breathing did not alter. I was this close and he did not know.

    Yet somewhere inside his sleep laden consciousness he knew that some one was feeling him up. Slowly his penis engorged itself. I felt it under my hand getting bigger. It pulsed with his heartbeat and it got bigger. Even in erection it was not overly large. But it was very hard now and pressed up against his stomach. My erection kind of sticks out and up at an angle.

    I was thinking that a penis that worked like this would be very handy. It would not stick out so much if called up to the chalkboard in a bad moment. It would make Speedo swimsuits not so scary. With the right pants, a boner might not show at all. All this thinking about cocks made me even more excited. Andy seemed very double minded. His breathing was impassive but his penis was ready for action. I was sure he was sleeping soundly.

    I could feel the whiteness of his briefs. I fingered the outline of his dick and the ridge around the head. Slowly, ever slowly, I lifted the elastic band of his underwear. I grasped the soft skin of the top of his penis. When I touched his skin the pre-cum seeped out and lubricated and made his skin slippery to the touch. I ran my fingers down the shaft. I felt the gentle seam that men have on the underside. I pressed down but his dick held tight to his abdomen. Around his groin, I felt the taut skin and the creases of that triangle. Cupped in the pouch of his briefs I put my fingers around his balls. They tightened up from the soft thin skin to a tight knot under my hand.

    Suddenly I thought about everyone else sleeping in the room. Somehow, the danger to my reputation excited me. It made me hornier.

    Emboldened by the regularity of his breathing, I massaged up his chest. I could see the naked flesh in my mind from the daylight. Now the darkness only was pierced by my hands to touch. I slipped off his briefs. I lay my head sideways at his waist and teased his dick into my mouth. It pressed hard on the side of my mouth as his erection continued to push it toward his stomach.

    It was like eating a hotdog. Smooth, my saliva making it slip so easily by my lips. It was so rewarding, like a good piss on a full bladder, like eating ice cream, maybe like sucking on your mother’s teat. It certainly felt good like beating your own meat. His ejaculation was like a dream, or so I hoped for him. Somewhere, in that time I filled my own underwear with cum. I did not even touch myself. Just my thinking and my sucking and my touching pulled it out of me.

    I fell asleep with my head in his crotch. When I awoke, I was alone in the room. I started. I jumped up and quickly dressed. I ran down to the van and got my tool belt.

    Every one was working. I saw Andy. He was the only one left with his shirt on. The sun caught the gold of his hair and he turned his piercing blue eyes toward me and smiled. He set down his hammer and while looking at me unbuttoned his shirt.

    ‘Would you put some suntan lotion on me?’

    Without speaking I took the lotion and spread it over his back. I was glad the stiff denim concealed my boner. The electricity was there between the skin of my hand and the skin of his back.


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  • Marking Territory

    It was when I threw a match in the third round of the U.S. Open that I fully realized I was obsessed by him. I wasn’t afraid of going up against the young Miguel Herrera – the heartthrob of the tennis world groupies they had nicknamed the Argentine Firecracker. I had beaten him all three times we had met on the pro circuit the last two years. It was because I knew I was aging out of the circuit just as he was coming into his own here that I had thrown that match. We were both winning and might meet in the fourth round, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t be sure I’d win this time.

    He was gorgeous and I could tell that he was becoming available. Until now, he had been sequestered by his coaches – his parents – since he was a child. They’d brought him to the states, to Bolettieri in Florida, at a very young age, and had always been there, watching him like eagles, homeschooling him, keeping him away from everyone not inside his tight circle, focusing him completely on developing his tennis and his lovely body. Even between matches, in the locker rooms, his body may have been on display and he certainly had the opportunity to see mine – I made sure that was so – but even then his father was at his side, protecting him from everyone buzzing around the wonder child.

    Miguel had been headstrong. He had rebelled and acted out on the tennis court, and he had filed emancipation papers a year earlier, but all that had done was to make judges side with his parents long enough that when he finally got free of them, he had only exchanged their watchfulness for that of a court-appointed guardian. But he had finally gotten free of that as well, today, on his eighteenth birthday.

    I knew he, the hard- tanned-bodied Latin honey with the sultry looks and the shock of black curly hair dipping down into his eyes, was interested in men. I could see it in his eyes in the locker room and I could see it in his face and his body movements when he faced me and others on the tennis court. But he hadn’t had the opportunity. And obstinate rebel that he was, I knew that the smothering he had received contributed to his willingness to be bold and wild. My worry was that all of the other men I knew who might be interested, were, indeed, interested in Miguel. It was just a matter of who could get to him first.

    I had to have him, and I had to master him before I ever lost a match to him. I had to have him not only on the tennis court, but in bed as well. I had to fuck him and – most important – I had to be the first one who fucked him. I had to mark my territory on the new generation of tennis stars before my own star faded away.

    I made my move when he stopped by in the players’ lounge to commiserate with me on my third round match loss. Ironically, he had lost too. But there was no time for regrets on having thrown my match unnecessarily. I quickly suggested that we play a match of our own on his hotel court the next day – the day he turned eighteen – and he accepted. I was worried enough that he would lose his virginity before I could get to him that I asked whether he wanted to go out that evening, but he flashed me a look of regret, tinged with a sultry come-hither look, pointed to the middle-aged child protection official plastered to his side, and said that, regrettably, he was still under wraps until the morning.

    ‘We will just have to wait for tomorrow,’ he said. And he left me wondering whether that thought excited him half as much as it did me.

    I met him in the lobby of the hotel, both of us dressed for tennis, bright and early the next morning. He turned toward the corridor out to the courts, but I touched him at the waist to get his attention, and said I had a better idea. That I had a limo waiting out front and thought we could go for a ride to some courts up the Hudson River near Hyde Park.

    ‘You want me to take a ride with you?’ he asked, a little confused.

    I increased the pressure of my hand at his waist.

    ‘More explicitly, I want to ride you.’ I said, volleying right for the point. ‘I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing me, and unless I’m mistaken, you are willing. I want to be the first one to ride you. Would I be?’

    ‘Yes,’ Miguel responded in a weak voice. And I could feel him trembling under the pressure of my hand. I moved the other one to his waist, holding him up with both of my strong hands, making sure his knees wouldn’t give out.

    ‘Not here. I booked out at the tennis court, and . . .’ Miguel mumbled.

    ‘I have a car waiting outside. I didn’t come for tennis,’ I said, crowding him, not giving him room to think it out, to come up with objections. ‘You need someone experienced for the first,’ I said, reasoning with him. ‘You’re a young stallion. Everyone will want you. You have a brilliant career ahead of you, and I don’t just mean on the tennis court. You need to be broken in right. I can do that for you. Come with me. Out of the hotel. Into the car. Into my arms. Let me be the first.’

    He put his hand on my arm and looked at the door to the street with hungry eyes, and I knew he was mine.

    The limo, with its darkly smoked windows, was being driven by a friend of mine, an occasional fuck buddy who had agreed to cruise up the Hudson on parkways and back roads for as long as I wanted him to.

    I handed Miguel into the back seat of the limo and I had my tennis shirt over my head as I entered behind him and my shorts stripped off before my butt hit the seat. I wasn’t wearing anything under them. I had wanted to be ready for action.

    I went to Miguel immediately, wrapping an arm around him, finding his lips with mine, forcing his hand into my lap so he could see how much I wanted him, how much I had to give him. I didn’t want him to have time to rethink this. I captured his eyes with mine. His showed a fierce fight between fright and uncertainty on the one side and desire and wonder on the other. I let loose of his lips and buried my lips and teeth in his neck, while my hand went to measuring and weighing his cock and balls through the fabric of his tennis shorts. He gasped in surprise and I grunted in appreciation at what I found there. I stopped to strip off his T-shirt and then my hand went up to his belly and my mouth went back to sucking deeply along his neck below his ear – raising a bruise there, marking my territory for all to see for the week to come. I was here. I was here first.

    He was burbling nothings with soft, rhythmic sounds, completely stunned by what was happening and with how fast it was happening. My hand slid down his belly, beyond his waistband, and grabbed his engorging cock and squeezed it hard. And this time it was I who gasped and he who grunted and threw his head back against the padded seat and began making funny little sounds at the back of his throat. I had gasped at the discovery that he hadn’t been wearing anything under his tennis shorts either.

    I stripped his shorts right off and turned and lifted his lithe body with my hands at his hips and just brought his cock to and into my mouth and drank him into me to the root, my hands now cupping his buttocks to my face. His body just sort of flopped around a bit in that awkward position, his knees hitting about midway up the seat back and his head at first in the back window well, watching the road race by, and then, as he arched his back and tried to rise, digging his fingers into my hair, either trying to pull my face off his cock or grind face and pelvis together, I knew not which, and eventually arching his back toward the front of the car, one hand holding onto a leather ceiling strap for leverage and the other scrabbling around, trying to find a grip in the rich velour covering the car’s ceiling. At one point I left my attack on his cock to bite him hard enough where his plate-like belly folded into the top of his groin to make him cry out – mostly in surprise, not hard enough to make him scream in pain. He didn’t know why I did this, but I knew why. Marking my territory. I was here first.

    I moved my palms so that I could get the tips of a finger from each hand into his virginal hole, and Miguel came at the back of my throat quickly in the heavy, strong spurts of the virile, but-as-yet-little-used, youthful cum. I swallowed his sweet juice. He was mine.

    I let him just collapse down into my lap then, facing me, his butt in my lap and his hands now spread on the floor of the car, trying to hold his torso up, as I docked our cocks together and stroked them lightly, captured his eyes with mine, and whispered endearments to him. My other hand was busy exploring his nipples and belly. I raised my legs with my feet buried in the thick cushioning on the backs of the seats in front of it, and Miguel relieved the pressure on his hands by laying his back along my legs.

    After his breathing had calmed and he seemed rested, I dragged his hips up my chest, causing his legs to wishbone out wide, his athletic thighs bulging with muscle, as his feet found purchase out wide on the ceiling of the car. And I buried my face in the sweet, honest, youth smell of the rosebud between firm, yet creamy butt cheeks. Miguel moaned and made little gurgling sounds for me while I tongued and then fingered his ass, my fingers wet with the KY I’d had tucked in the seat cushion. He cried out in ecstasy as I slowly opened his ass to me – blowing on his tight rosebud to make him sigh and twitch, tonguing him deeply to make him moan, finger fucking him to make him gasp and grunt.

    When he was sufficiently open, I slid my hands under him and sat him, facing me, in my lap again. He was on his haunches, his knees buried in the back of the seat cushion, sitting on my thighs, our cocks once more docked. I pulled a condom out from the seat cushions and made him open the packet and sheath my sword. I rubbed that down good with KY and then I lifted him with my hands cupped under his butt and positioned him on my now-throbbing cock.

    He was pleading with me to go slowly, and I fully intended to do that, and spent considerable time just lodging the head of my cock inside the opening of his hole, when the car took an inconvenient lurch over a pothole, and I lost grip on his butt cheeks and he slid hard down my pole. He arched his back and screamed in pain. He was beating on my chest and trying to rise off me, but I figured that, since he was already fully skewered, he might as well stay that way and I just hugged him and held him close in my lap until his sobbing and trembling quieted down. Which it did in short time, and I felt his canal loosening and widening to accommodate me. I wasn’t super big, so it wasn’t as if he’d been split or anything.

    After he had calmed down, we kissed, the tension draining out of him, and I told him to come up a little bit off my lap on his haunches, which he did and he arched his back and head so he was looking up at the ceiling, and grabbed his ankles with his hands. I fucked up into him slowly and deeply then and came before too long. I was nervous and highly aroused myself at my victory, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. But I wasn’t finished with him, and we were far up the Hudson River parkway, not even ready to turn back for the hotel yet.

    I pulled him off me and set him back down on my lap and then rolled the used condom off my still half-hard cock and threw it on the floor. I rubbed my cum-slathered rod around his tender inner thighs until the cock was dry. Marking my territory.

    I held Miguel there, his chest arched away from me, while I played with his nipples with my tongue and pulled on his cock. I buried my face in each of his pits in turn and inhaled the pungent-sweet aromas of the pure sweat of youth. He came a second time under the attention my hands were giving him while I tongued his pits and chest.

    Then, hard again now myself, I made him roll another condom on my cock and I turned him to where he was sitting in the seat, his legs thrown out, one foot once more dug into the ceiling of the car and the other on the headrest for the driver’s seat, and I knelt between his legs and fucked him again, my eyes holding his in thrall, watching his pain turn to desire, to lust, to ecstasy, the Argentine Firecracker meeting my thrusts with those of his own pelvis, fully into the fuck, fully mine.

    When I’d cum again, I rose up on my knees on the car seat, my knees straddling his thighs, and pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor of the car. I went up on my feet, hovering over him then, keeping him imprisoned with my body, and rubbed my cum-wet cock over his nipples and chest and into his pits. He registered surprise, but he didn’t fight me. He didn’t even fight me when I forced my still-hard cock between his lips and made him suck off the rest of my semen. Semen I’d spilt between his legs. His first semen from a lover. His first cocksucking. Marking my territory; laying claim to yet another one of his firsts.

    I tore open a condom packet and sheathed his cock then and came down on it in his lap, our bare chest chafing against each other as mine slid up and down his. Riding his cock now. Riding him long and hard. Making him grunt and groan and call out endearments and my name and his never-before-imagined love for fucking.

    By the time he shot off up into me with the hot, strong fountaining of healthy youth – his first fucking and ejaculation inside a man’s ass canal; my ass canal; me first – I was hard again. Another condom on my cock and I was fucking him again, his head now buried in the seat cushions, his knees fighting for purchase on the edge of the seat, and me behind him, fucking him hard, furiously, deep from behind. Shooting off. Sliding condom off and slapping my cock dry on the small of his back and on his tender butt cheeks. Marking my territory.

    Another condom and the youthful, athletic Miguel suspended in air in the back seat of the limo. Fists wrapped around straps above the back seat doors on either side, heels dug into headrests of the front seats, head buried into the middle of the top of the back seat. Me hunched over in a half-standing position, between Miguel’s outstretched legs and facing him, butt to the back of the middle of the front seat, my hands supporting the small of his back where it rose to his hips – suspending his body there, between the floor and the ceiling of the car, me stroking his hips back and forth on my cock. And just before I ejaculated, me bringing my mouth down to his nipple and biting him there. Marking my territory.

    The limo now gliding back into New York City, the towers of the city visible now, if we had been looking for them. But we weren’t looking for them. Athletes in our prime, even if an era apart, a last condom and me stroking him from behind in a side split, his leg waving in the air, and us stretched along the back seat of the car. Whispering endearments to each other. Making plans for meetings at future tournaments, although I knew in my heart that there weren’t many more future tournaments for me. No matter. I had marked my territory in the next generation of tennis champions.

    Later, I gathered up condoms strewn across the floor of the limousine – trophies for me to keep; better for me now than a U.S. Open trophy – even as Miguel would have internal trophies of my marking of my territory even if the more visible markings wouldn’t last a week. No matter there, either. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone else was at him. Surely shorter than a week. And they would see and know that they weren’t the first. As I gathered up the condoms, I smiled and gave a little laugh – remembering what Miguel whispered to me during our last coupling when I asked him about not having any underwear on. He had told me that I was so anxious to get him into the limo that I hadn’t let him finish explaining. He had had no intention of playing tennis that morning either. He had booked a cabana at the hotel’s sports center. He had already chosen me for his first.


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  • Straight as a Question Mark

    Who knew that my high school sexual fantasies would some day come true?
    Who knew that the same sort of high school bullies that once called me ‘faggot’ would secretly want to be bullied by a ‘faggot’?
    Who knew that so many straight men would respond to my L.A. Weekly ad?
    Of course, they don’t want their wives or girlfriends to find out, so they leave me nervous voice mail messages, using phony names, pager numbers, and strict instructions to call only between certain hours. Mostly, I meet them in the middle of their workday, so their spouses don’t get suspicious.
    And what attracts so many heterosexual men to my gay classified ad? It turns out to be the ‘No experience necessary’ I put at the very end.
    Tony is my first straight date. Thirty, with hard, chiseled muscles, long Fabio hair, and a locked-up, watertight bubble-butt.
    Tony’s hot but indecisive. When we make our dates, half the time he cancels out at the very last minute. Then when we do get together, he keeps having second thoughts, and will suddenly shout, ‘Stop, STOP!’
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘Slow down you’re going too fast.’
    I swear all I’m doing is stroking his designer pecs, I’m nowhere near his erect penis. But being straight from Boston and brought up Irish-Catholic, Tony’s paralyzed with papist guilt. So I stop. We sit. We talk. We watch some of my old pre-condom porn. I start to touch him again. He gets hard. He’s breathing heavy. This is it. We’re going to do it now! I unzip his pants-
    ‘Stop!’
    ‘What?’
    He jumps to his feet and zips up.
    ‘Are you sure you wanna do this?’ I ask.
    ‘Yeah, but nobody’s willing to go at my pace. They always want to rush things. We’ll get there, but we gotta go slowly.’
    I don’t usually hang in there when it’s more tease than tickle-but ah, those muscles, that porno-grade bubble-butt.
    So I say I’ll call him again. And he grins, I guess grateful that I’m not as impatient as all the other gay shmucks, whose ads he answered.
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Vinny is a beefy, curly-haired electrician who’s a dead ringer for Mac Davis. He lives with his girlfriend in the Valley, and together they pick up couples off the Internet for suburban swinging sessions.
    ‘I’m more into it than she is,’ he confesses, ‘but she does it for me.’
    Vinny will occasionally service the other straight guy in the foursome, or get oral sex from him-all very edgy for Burbank.
    As Vinny nervously sips his second beer, he admits that when he read my L.A. Weekly ad, it stirred up a long-suppressed fantasy to be a sex slave. I reach over, take the beer out of his hand, and make him stand at attention facing the wall. I blindfold him, march him into my bedroom, and push him backwards onto the bed. Then I give him precise instructions on how I want my dick sucked-
    ‘Start with just the tip.. you’ll have to earn the rest.’
    When Vinny doesn’t do it right, I spank him. He’s all teeth to start with so I spank him a lot. It feels like sweet revenge for all the ‘faggot’ slurs I endured in my teenage years from macho jocks just like him. Anger and sex can be a potent mix.
    Smack!
    Vinny’s passivity amazes me. Are all straight men who seek gay sex frustrated bottoms?
    Smack!
    Vinny submits without making a sound, holding in his pain, being a ‘man’.
    My mind wanders. I’m back at California High. An overweight, closeted, Jew boy who can’t catch a ball. All my rage held in. I don’t make a sound either. Not letting anyone, not even my friends, see the blood-spattered killer inside, as I murder myself repeatedly in my struggle to pass for straight.
    Vinny suddenly moans loudly as he has an explosive orgasm. He’s very affectionate afterwards in the shower, and says, ‘Man.. I’ve never done anything like that. It was wild. I really liked it.’
    As we suds up with my Antiseptic Microbicidal Skin Cleanser, Vinny says he wants to get together again soon-
    ‘But I can only do afternoons,’ he explains. ‘My girlfriend doesn’t get suspicious when I’m out working. I can fit you in between appointments.’
    ‘Sounds good to me.’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Rick is a Chicano from East L.A.-a cocky, swaggering twenty-five year-old who flirts with the ladies, but every six months or so wants to get ‘pounded’ by a guy.
    I pound him hard. Really hard. Probably ‘cuz I’m so enraged over Mikey dumping me. Hey, somebody’s got to pay!
    I aim straight for his prostate. It startles him as if mugged from behind. I bounce him on the mattress until he loses control. He capitulates completely. At one point I think he’s going to cry.
    Rick says he’s never been fucked like that before-not with such aggression.
    In the shower, he’s mellow as a pussycat. At the door, he kisses me goodbye on the lips-something Hispanic straight men never ever do.
    But when I call Rick a week later to see if he wants to get together again, he’s cold and aloof. He puts me on hold and never comes back on the line. He’d clearly like to forget it ever happened.
    My ex-lover Larry, who only dates Latin dudes, gives me some sage advice:
    ‘He’s treating you like one of his Latina chicks. He may have got fucked by you, but he needs to be the big stud. I’ll tell you how to deal with Hispanic men if you want to see them again.. you must treat them like Kings and say, ‘You are a handsome man. You must fuck every girl on the block.’ You gotta treat them like they’re the most beautiful men in the world. That’s how their mamas treated them. And you’re just one of the girls now.’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Tony, the Fabio look-a-like, stands naked in my candlelit bedroom, his back against the wall playing with himself-as I admire his golden body.
    ‘Don’t you wanna turn the lights up,’ he asks, ‘so you can see me better?
    I turn up the lights. God, he looks great.
    ‘You must be working out a lot,’ I say salivating like a dog at dinnertime.
    Tony smiles and nods. I go to touch him. He lets me stroke his pecs and abs until I arrive at his penis, then pushes me away.
    ‘You’re going too fast,’ he says.
    This is frustrating. Where’s the easy, playful sex I used to have every weekend? Mikey was a great bottom. He’d let me be as crazy as I wanted in bed. And of course, there was the whole wonderful relationship that went around the sex-like a Twinkie surrounding the cream.
    At my front door, after another pokeless night, Tony seems worried that I may be losing interest-
    ‘So.. do you want to see me again?’ he asks.
    I look into his eyes and there’s fear. So this perfect creature with the Chippendale body is scared of being rejected. Imagine that.
    ‘I’d love to see you again,’ I say.
    His whole body relaxes and I hear a sigh of relief. All those muscles protect a very soft center.
    I’m a sucker for insecurity in a sexy man. For a moment I imagine Tony falling madly in love with me. Of him leaving his oppressive straight life to become my devoted sex slave.
    But it’s too dangerous a fantasy to indulge in for long.
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Vinny, the swinging electrician from the Valley, returns my call two weeks after I punch my number into his pager-leaving an anxious message on my machine:
    ‘I wanna apologize for not calling you back sooner, but.. uh, I
    haven’t had the opportunity. I’ll tell you what man, after I got home
    my butt was still red! And uh.. I don’t know how we’re gonna hide
    that kind of stuff from my girlfriend, man. I need to think about how to.. how to work this. But I do wanna see ‘ya again!’
    Oops.. I gotta watch it. I don’t want any angry girlfriends knocking on my door, demanding to know if my hand fits the print on their boyfriend’s butt.
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    John is a paramedic-fireman. A handsome, divorced single-dad who’s raising three little girls on his own. He’s so clean-cut and all-American, I’m almost embarrassed to bring up the subject of sex.
    After sitting on my sofa, nervous as hell, jabbering endlessly about his job, his kids, his ex-wife, anything but sex, for over an hour, John suddenly blurts out, ‘I love getting fucked!!’
    Oh.. okay. Now, suddenly I’m nervous. He’s one of most beautiful men I’ve ever met, and a fireman to boot! Talk about your ultimate fantasy being delivered to your doorstep.
    As soon as we undress and climb in bed, John pounces on me-making all the sexual moves. Suddenly, I don’t know my place. I can’t control him. He ‘s bigger than me and won’t stay still for a second. He lifts me up and lowers me down. Wraps his legs around me like a wrestler, all the while demanding, ‘Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!’
    I lose my erection. I’m just overwhelmed. I finally pin him down.
    ‘Stay still!’ I shout.
    I regain some sense of control. He lies still long enough for my erection to return. Well, half an erection anyhow. Instructing him not to move a muscle, I fling on my condom and manage penetration. Then he’s off again. Bucking wildly. Going nuts, while crushing mine. It becomes a struggle of wills to keep my penis inside him, but I do until he cums.
    Then fast as a fireman, he flings on his clothes, ‘My kids, my babysitter.. I’ll call you soon!’
    How many women have heard that from one-night-stands as they rush out the door?
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Vinny, the swinging electrician from the Valley, leaves another angst-filled message on my answering machine:
    ‘Just calling to say hey, and.. uh, I don’t know bro.. I got lots
    of stuff goin’ on in my mind.. I just don’t know what to make of
    it yet. A lot of things, see? Anyway, I’ll try back next week, or
    something. Maybe we can get together then.’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Tony, the Fabio look-a-like, calls one Saturday morning and asks if I want to play with his beautiful body later that afternoon. ‘Sure,’ I say as I fantasize his bubble-butt finally submitting to my masterful moves.
    But the afternoon comes and goes. Finally, at six pm the phone rings.
    ‘I’m almost done here,’ Tony assures me. ‘I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave.’
    ‘We can make it another time,’ I say, half hoping he’ll cancel.
    ‘No, today’s fine. I’ll call when I’m ready to head out your way.’
    Three long hours later the phone rings again.
    ‘I got a couple more things to do,’ Tony says, ‘and then I’ll be over.’
    Well, I’ve got better things to do than spend my Saturday night waiting around for Tony-but hell, I’m horny, so I say, ‘I’ve got a hard dick here waiting for you, just hurry up!’
    By the time Tony finally arrives I’m in bed watching Saturday Night Live. I’m tired, irritated, and ready to go to sleep. But hell, I’m still horny, so I slap his ass, squeeze his pecs, rub my dick against his hard thighs, get one finger up his butt (a miracle!), and he cums.
    God, how I miss Mikey.
    As my English friend Cash once said, ‘It was the most ghastly sexual experience of my life, and I did it five times!’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Patrick, a forty year-old surfer from Manhattan Beach, has a wife in Indonesia, tattoos crawling down his back onto his ass, and double-rings through both nipples.
    ‘Are you straight or bi?’ I ask, to break the ice.
    ‘Well, let’s see.. I think about fucking chicks maybe ten times a day. I think about fucking with a guy maybe.. once a day.’
    ‘Every day?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    That may be the truth, but everything else he says sounds like a lie. Whether he’s trying to impress me with his prowess as a stud-
    ‘The surfer chicks are all over me. I can get laid ten times a day.’
    Or his tales of being molested by a tabloid celebrity-
    ‘You heard of the McMartin Preschool molestation case? Bucky McMartin molested me and took naked pictures of me, and sold them and made a fortune!’
    ‘Why didn’t you tell your parents?’
    ‘Bucky drugged me. Put something in my food. Bucky did that to all the kids. It was well known. You heard of Virginia McMartin, the grandmother?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘She used to urinate in the kid’s mouths.’
    I don’t have sex with Patrick and that really irritates him. He keeps asking me why. I say I don’t like to fuck on the first date, but the real reason is, if he lied about everything else, he might also be lying about his HIV status.
    Which of course kicks in my OCD.
    I’ve read all the medical research and formed an obsessive-compulsive strategy for surviving the dangers of strangers.
    And this is it:

    1. Latex gloves.
    2. Lambskin condoms (still the strongest and safest in spite of what the stupid government says).
    3. A rubber ring called ‘Condom Secure’, to hold it in pace.
    4. Nonoxyonol-9 fortified lube, with triple antibiotic ointment mixed in for

    good measure.

    1. Disinfectant mouth spray (90-proof Peppermint Schnapps works well).
    2. Anti-bacterial Band-Aids on any recent cuts.
    3. And finally, ER’s own Betadine Surgical Scrub for the shower.

    Okay, so I’m a tad over the top, but I’ve never caught anything, so you can’t argue with success.
    As I walk Patrick back to the elevator I say, ‘It was good meeting you. I’ll call you soon,’ but of course I don’t mean it. Yeah, I lie to him ‘cuz he lied to me. I guess it’s a guy thing.
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Tony the Fabio look-a-like still won’t tell me what he does for a living. He’s so secretive I wouldn’t be surprised if he turns out to be a Mafioso (he is Italian) or a paid escort for rich older women (hence his Fabio impersonation). Tony’s cell phone rings during sex and sometimes he cuts our sessions short, so he can run off in the middle of the night to deal with some ’emergency’.
    ‘Are you a drug dealer?’ I ask one day.
    ‘No, of course not.’
    ‘Does your job have anything to do with sex?’
    ‘God, no.’
    ‘Then why won’t you tell me what you do for a living?’
    ‘I might tell you some day, if I think I can trust you.’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Vinny, the swinging electrician from the Valley, leaves one last, morose message on my machine:
    ‘Say listen, this isn’t gonna work out. She was suspicious from
    the very get-go. It’s no surprise.. so I finally told her, and she
    didn’t take it very well. So anyway I’m shit out of luck. I don’t
    know, maybe in the future, I just don’t know what to tell you.
    I’m disappointed. I’m sure you probably are too.’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Eric, a Latin cop from Orange County, leaves an intriguing voice-mail in my L.A. Weekly box. His secret vice, which he has yet to experience, is to get down on his knees and give a guy a blow job. I’ve always wanted to see a policeman in that position.
    I give Eric a call, and within an hour he’s at my front door. But he has such deep pockmarks on his face and is so short and squat, that I just can’t imagine having sex with him. I tell him right away-
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘but you’re not my type. I’d like it if you still wanna stay and talk and have a beer.’
    ‘That’s no problem,’ he shrugs.
    ‘Are you okay with that?’
    ‘Yeah, you were honest with me.’
    After that he’s so relaxed, I suspect he’s secretly relieved I turned him down. We spend the evening talking openly about everything-including how he has to suppress his sexual desires and hide his shower-room erections from other cops, in a viciously homophobic sheriff’s department.
    Eric’s job, besides staying in the closet, is to transport prisoners from court to jail. He’s been attacked, elbowed in the jaw, and spent several weeks in the hospital in spite of being trained in karate to defend himself. He grins as he recounts how he kicks prisoners in the balls now whenever they try to fuck with him. He was a gang-banger before becoming a Deputy Sheriff, and knows how to fight dirty.
    The more we talk, the more I admire him. Getting down on his knees to give a guy a blow-job goes against everything he was brought up to believe in. Instead of kicking someone in the balls, he’s ready to snuggle up and make love to them.
    I wish I wasn’t so hung-up on superficial looks. I’d like to give Eric his fantasy. I turn the lights down low to see if his looks improve. No need to get the disinfectant mouth spray-they don’t.
    Still, I feel more intimate with Eric than with all of the phantom fucks that have been jumping in and out of my bed lately-leaving nothing of themselves behind but sweat and sperm.
    When it’s time to say goodbye, Eric gives me a big hug and says, ‘I’ll talk to you again. We’re friends, aren’t we?’
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    Tony the Fabio fuck-a-like, who I’ve now decided has got to be a gangster (he talks like a wise-guy and always wears black), calls and asks to see me later that afternoon. I’ve played this game of hurry-up-and-wait before. My brain says no but my penis says please.
    When night falls, Tony’s still a no-show, surprise, surprise. Then the phone rings.
    ‘I’m still tied-up,’ he says in his thuggish accent.
    ‘Doing what?’ I demand to know.
    ‘My job.’
    ‘You are in the Mafia, aren’t you?’
    ‘Maybe.’
    ‘Well, hurry up. I’m sitting here playing with my dick and it’s got a short attention span.’
    By the time the muscle-bound mobster arrives it’s almost midnight. I chase him around the bedroom, and we play that game of tag that resembles the dumb-fumble of animals mating.
    After I spank him, stick one finger up his butt, and he cums, the two of us collapse on the couch. It’s late, but Tony’s wired. Maybe he’s on coke or something ‘cuz he suddenly feels like talking. I try to guess again what he does for a living-
    ‘Bodyguard? Godfather? Undercover FBI informant?’
    Tony laughs and shakes his head no. Then, I suppose because he finally trusts me, he spills the beans.
    And no, Mr. Meathead is not a Soprano.
    ‘I write and produce and direct Hollywood movies. I also own my own production company,’ he announces to my gaping, open mouth.
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘I’ve made a lot of movies.’
    ‘But.. you always seem so shy.’
    ‘Oh, here I’m shy. I’m not at work. I’ve directed some big stars.’
    Could it be true? Was I fucking, or rather not fucking a fucking big film director?
    ‘You gotta come to my house sometime,’ he says. ‘I live in a 1.3 million dollar home in the Hollywood Hills. I have seven luxury cars.’
    I walk Tony back to his car. Well, fuck me if it isn’t a new Porsche. I feel the power shift beneath my feet.
    Spanking a ‘hoodlum’ was one thing. It’s quite another to slap the bubble-butt of an affluent film director.
    – – – – – – – – – – – –
    I’ve learned a lot from sleeping with straight men.
    I’ve learned that the compass of heterosexuality doesn’t always point North. It points in the direction of the dick.
    I’ve learned that dominating the dumb jocks that used to scare me in High School can be damn good therapy.
    I’ve learned that if you’re gonna date men who date women, you’d better be ready to be treated like a girl.
    And I’ve learned that I want to start dating gay guys now.


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  • Holiday Surprise

    Bill stepped back, to stare at everything laid out on the table, as he fussed with positioning a knife here, a fork there. He was flushed as he tried to find any imperfection in the table’s layout. He smiled, realizing it was set, ready for his company and he thought about the huge turkey now roasting in the oven.

    It was his first real Thanksgiving Dinner, in his new condo, and the smell coming from his little kitchen area was making his mouth water. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the smell of food that was making him salivate so much as it was that Dillon would be coming for dinner.

    He had just met Dillon and already he was having him meet his friends, hence the dinner party. Staring at the table, he wondered what they would all say about his latest. It wasn’t like he was a tramp, but he did have a reputation for never sticking with any one person for longer than a month or two. Dillon might be the exception to that rule, as this would be their fourth month seeing each other.

    And from how the other night had went, the sex certainly wasn’t becoming boring or stale. He rather enjoyed the time with his twink, as Nate called Dillon. Just because Bill was 26 and Dillon a mere 19 didn’t make Bill a cradle robber. He certainly wasn’t Dillon’s first, and while he was a typical horny teenager, they did other things too.

    Okay, so they managed to watch other movies, not just porn, and yes, they never really did get to watch the whole movie before heading off to the bedroom, that didn’t make him shallow like Dianna intimidated. It simply meant that they enjoyed the physical aspect of their friendship a bit more than some of the more older folks did.

    Truth was, his circle of friends were just jealous. They all wished they had stumbled upon someone like Dillon, who had charm as well as looks. Not his fault that he was built so perfectly, with a well defined body. Certainly not his fault that he had that blend of fine features with rugged lines that made everyone swoon when he looked at them.

    Sure he had blond hair, wore it short but styled. Yes there was a streak of color that wasn’t natural, but it set off his face so nicely. The clear sparkling eyes, the small roman styled nose with thin pale pink lips were all highlighted by those tiny streaks in his hair. Carol and Debbie were just jealous that they couldn’t look as good with streaked hair. Besides, he just didn’t see Debbie in anything but her crew cut and butch look. Carol could have pulled it off, if she wasn’t such a catty bitch, or if her face didn’t seem constantly in a sneer.

    Dillon wasn’t preppy either. He didn’t wear shirts with critters on the pocket. Sure some of the shirts were knitted, and yes they were all tight fitting, but why not? They helped show his well developed chest off, and the tight pants he wore certainly left little to the imagination. And around Bill, that bulge was always well defined. It was that which made Ken call him a ‘tart’. So the guy was aroused by Bill, like when did that become a crime?

    Maybe he didn’t have the perfect body, and he had one or two imperfections. Still he wasn’t a dog. He might not have the most romantic eyes, or the perfect set of lips for kissing, or even the well aligned nose. It was crooked because of a few childhood altercations, like many others. Still, he wasn’t overweight, he was as tall as Dillon, and like Dillon, he was muscular. His legs were solid, not prone to flab, and his belly today was just as flat as when he was Dillon’s age. You could still bounce a quarter off it, and you couldn’t say that about Ken’s growing belly.

    Just like Dillon, he enjoyed sex. His own bulge was not exactly small time either. He didn’t need to stuff socks down his pants, because when he was aroused, he held his own with those so called ‘big dick’ boys at the club. Dillon certainly wasn’t average, and maybe that it is more of what pissed Ken off, than anything. Ken was a bit challenged in that department, though he really shouldn’t be so worried about it. He was still a capable sex partner, but Ken seemed to always be making an issue of penis size.

    The ring of the timer broke his thoughts, as he rushed into the kitchen to attend to another of his dishes. He could feel the stiffness in his groin too, as he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of evening it would be. His friends could be so catty at times, but he didn’t think they’d be that obvious. Least he hoped not, because in all honesty, he was more than just fond of Dillon.

    While he was one of those working slaves in a big company, a nameless cog in the wheel of industry, Dillon was just beginning his journey into life. He was taking courses at the local college, while working part time in a local coffee house. It was where he had first met him, and as the saying goes, it was instant chemistry.

    Stirring the mixture, he couldn’t help but remember that first time either. The way Dillon had been so open, so forthright. It was exciting and naughty, the way he had tilted his head, looking at Bill, then calmly asked if he wanted to suck him off. He had almost choked, the way Dillon seemed so casual, so matter of fact about it.

    All he could manage had been a sort of emphatic nod, and a cough. The answering smile however had really surprised him. It just made Dillon look so alive, so radiant, that he felt like dropping to his knees right on the spot. Course that wouldn’t do, as they were in the coffee house, but he rather toyed with the idea.

    The fact was, Dillon seemed to want it as much as Bill did. He was surprised but pleased, when Dillon told him he could come to the back with him, to find that fresh bag of coffee beans. Nifty little excuse that didn’t seem to fool the other staff member behind the counter. While he hadn’t tweaked to the meaning himself, he had felt like he was on some cloud, as he followed Dillon into the back.

    He took him past the stainless steel counter, the gleaming fridges and into a dark storehouse. There were sacks of unroasted coffee beans all over the place, and Dillon merely had taken his hand and turned as he came to a sack with nothing else on it. He sat down on it, smiling up at Bill, and then laid Bill’s hand on his crotch.

    It was an amazing feeling really. The way his hand felt the pulsing of the cock underneath the dark pants. The way the rooms dim lights made it all seem so forbidden, so exciting was unreal. His heat had quickened, and his surprise had immediately turned to lust as he moved his hand over the hard crotch. The way Dillon had leaned back, opening his legs just a little, to further entice Bill.

    To say he didn’t waste any time in undoing the young man’s pants, and pulling out his cock would be an understatement. He had that huge cock sticking up and out in no time. His hand held it firmly at the base, as he lowered his body onto his knees, and his head over the hard pole. He could see the small precum on the tip, and licking it quickly gave Dillon a start, as well as making him smile in delight.

    It didn’t take him long either, to have that entire cock in his mouth, or to feel it jerking as he held it tightly with his hand and lips, moving up and down in an increasing pace. The taste and scent of the young man mixed with the aroma of green coffee beans. The scent of burlap sacks, mixed with the heady aroma of the boy’s crotch that made Bill giddy. His head was light headed, and unbelieving, as he kneeled on the cold floor, sucking on a Dillon’s dick.

    That first encounter was just sex, nothing else. He still could recall how Dillon moaned, how he threw his head back as he nibbled on the cock, at how he had taken one ball into his mouth, sucking it and licking it, before taking the other testicle into his mouth, repeating the process. He could still feel his hands twisting the strands of hair on his head, as he pulled on them, as his body grew tighter, hotter.

    Every hair that seemed to stand up on his groin, as his nose would dig into the soft flesh, how it would move to his breath, all were locked into his memory now. Even as he stirred the goop in the pot, he could see those tiny hairs moving as his nose buried into the flesh. How the voice from above moaned so softly, and how he could see the rippling muscles of the stomach move, as his tongue would lick at the throbbing vein underneath the cock shaft.

    Bill could still taste that pre cum, the prelude to an ejaculation he had never imagined possible. The way Dillon had held his head, had let his fingers dig into his fleshy shoulders, while he sucked and licked at his cock, was something he wouldn’t forget. The way the young man moaned, the way his legs tightened up just before he unleashed his milk into Bill’s mouth, all were etched in vivid detail on his memory.

    Even now, he could smell him, feel the power in his hands as he held Bill’s head down, as his body bucked and his hips forced his groin upward, to meet Bill’s lowering face. How he crushed his groin into his face, while pressing down hard on the back of Bill’s head, all was recalled, while he stirred the rice.

    The force of his ejaculation had nearly made him stagger backwards. The way his groin had crashed upwards into his face, how hard the hands pressed his head down, all combined to make it a blow job beyond any he had ever experienced before. The way the cum had suddenly been flowing, filling not just his mouth, but his throat before he could even think about swallowing, had been amazing.

    Bill could still taste him, or at least recall the memory of that first taste. The sort of sweet salty taste had suddenly filled his entire mouth, and drops were dripping out from the corners of his mouth, before he swallowed the first offering. He had to remain calm, as he swallowed several times, desperate to not let any of the precious fluid escape. It tasted so good, that it made him tremble a little, eased the cramp feeling in his legs.

    The heavy panting breathing was not just from Dillon, but from him as well. He held the cock in one hand, feeling it quiver, as it shot load after load into his mouth. The cries were muted, but seemed loud in the enclosed stock room. He could hear the beans shifting as Dillon squirmed on the sack, as more of his milk was emptied into Bill’s mouth.

    The smell of his cum was slowly filling his nostrils, as the last drops were licked off the cock. He pulled back, but didn’t release his hold on the drained cock. He let it slowly come free of his lips, then he leaned back in, licking at the head, twisting his tongue around the swollen head, then underneath the cap. He felt Dillon tremble, felt the tremors racing up and down the young man’s body, as he licked at the underside of the cock, then at the base. He licked the balls, then back along the shaking cock.

    When it was all over, and he was leaning back on his haunches, he saw the grateful look in Dillon’s eyes. The way that he stared at Bill was something he would always treasure. When finally they were no longer panting, their chests weren’t heaving from the quick tryst, Dillon pulled his pants up and reached into his pocket.

    He pulled out a pen and card, writing on the back. Handing it to Bill, he urged him to call him later, and then he leaned forward, pulling Bill’s face upwards, and kissed him firmly and fully on the lips.

    That was the beginning of what became constant meetings, ending in wild sex. It led to more encounters, and to the point where now a night didn’t go by without the two of them meeting. Four months later, and he thought it would be safe to introduce his ‘Dillon’ to the others.

    The sound of the buzzer startled him, as he wiped the palms of his hands on his pants. His first visitors had arrived, as he rushed to the phone, to buzz them in.

    ‘Let the games begin’ he thought as he wiped the hands again on his pants. His pants were rather tented, as he opened the door, to see Dillon standing there, a bottle of wine with a pink ribbon in one hand, a box of condoms in the other.

    ‘Not early am I?’ he said, as Bill stared at the rather large box of condoms. Glancing up, he could see the mischievous grin across Dillon’s face, and he wondered how quickly he could get everyone out of the place.


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  • Don’t Tell the Wife

    I’m married, I enjoy my wife. I am 5’7′, 155 pounds, and keep in darn good shape.

    But when I am alone, and hard, I think differently. I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. At some point in this flood of thoughts, I realized that I am behaving like a homosexual, and that naughty word, homosexual, gets me harder still. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men’s cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have ‘cheated’ and had sex with men. It doesn’t feel like cheating, it feels like being drawn in by an enormous sexual tide. I have learned to ride that tide to a climax, and the amount of cum I have produced is evidence of the joy of gay surfing. Let me tell you what works for me.

    I have traveled to a guys house that I have talked to explicitly about man-2-man sex. There is no doubt sex is going to happen. That explains the all-morning boner I have. I need to relax a little with this guy. I am not the sort to dive down to the tool. I start with a caress, because that is a non-verbal way to say ‘we are going to have sex soon, relax, enjoy’. A hand gets put on a thigh, and it stays there, and both parties smile because a new connection has been made, not yet sex, more sensual, pay attention to that thigh, it will be involved in sex later. I start to relax, and the clearest sign that I am relaxing is that I let my legs spread open. I look my buddy in the eye to say thank you, and we move together to kiss. There are so many different kinds of kiss, like the very first one, where you say to each other, we are having sex now, us buddies, us two men, because there is no where else in our culture where men kiss, it is only if two men have every intension of having some sort of homosexual sex. In relaxing mode, I let my lips part, and he enters me with his tongue. I am thinking of him bending me over and entering me: it makes the kisses more intense. We might not get there, but I think about it as my hole twitches in anticipation. This is my ‘I want to be your bottom bitch’ kiss, very wet, warm, opening up. I am enjoying his sexual aggression, and opening up more. Time to turn the tables, and be aggressive myself. After all, this is two men competing in the sexual arena for sexual domination. I don’t want to be a girlie femme, but am a manly bitch, just as strong and manly as my partner. He needs to know that, and I show him by sticking my tongue in him. These are my aggressive kisses. Even while being aggressive, I want him to know I will treat his most sensitive organs gently. It is a challenge to be both aggressive and sensitive at the same time.

    Of course my hands are on his cock, and his hands are on my cock. At this point I am torn: I want to be totally naked, and I want to get his cock in my mouth. The shirt comes off, and I head down to meet the meat. I like to make a gentle introduction. Cocks are not only strong and manly, but they are very sensitive, aware of all little things that are going on around them. I like to lick cock through the underwear. It takes a lot of saliva, but drooling on a cock makes my loins throb. I can see his bone starting to wake up. I love every twitch he makes. I want this cock to love me as much as I love him. He has now gone straight from my homosexual attention. I pull back his underwear to expose this beautiful expression of maleness. I wait a moment, admiring, before a tide of gay hormones pulls me in to make that first wet kiss. I form an O with my lips, because cocks love holes, and I want this cock to know I am a warm hole. I give this beautiful cock a bit more with each pass, a little deeper a little more suction. Variety is good, so I break my O-ring hold, and lash the cock with my tongue. Back to the tight O, I go down further. My hands are all over his thighs. I cradle his balls. When they move in my hands, my balls also jump because two men together are breaking some rules and enjoying it. I have to give his balls a tongue bath, and let my fingers rub the saliva-slick shafter. I try to take a ball into my mouth – a delicate operation – but his moan tells me it was the right thing to do. His small sound of sex effects me. I leave his tool behind and give him a solid French kiss, all tongue and saliva, but now I have the taste of his cock on my tongue, and we are sharing it. This is the blow job kiss, the I want you to enjoy your own cock kiss. My cock may not be getting much physical attention, but there is so much sex in the air, it is throbbing all on its own. I have to return to the blow, and go down all the way to the base. The cockhead goes to a particularly deep and warm spot which all men appear to enjoy.

    I shouldn’t admit to doing this, but in the midst of doing a deep blow job, I squeeze my butt hole closed, then let it relax. I let my ass think about riding this stiff, wet shaft that is in my mouth now. It is my backside thinking about fucking that keeps me so motivated for the blow job. I work that hard shaft, keeping it all wet, keeping it all in motion. If I do my job right, he has to call me off from the blow job or he will blow. We kiss again, the apres-blow job kiss, and I relax a little in his arms, so he knows I am open, available. The smallest gesture of domination – he pushing me back onto my back – and I moan is sexual anticipation. I am naked, hard, and my legs have fallen apart, open. As he moves to my center, my legs widen more, the clearest signal I can give him that whatever he does down there will be appreciated. There is such a big pool of precum, he has to start at my cockhead. He takes it in slow, and it feels magical and intense at the same time. I know this man loves to suck my cock. I have yet to have relations with a woman who enjoy it, but men are avid cock suckers. I’m in a sexual trance, this man doing so many warm, wet things to my cock, I cannot keep track of what is going on. My hands roam through his hair, saying, yes, this is so good. I start a slow thrust of the hips, so he knows just how he is affecting me. I cannot take too long a blow job without blowing, and have to call him off the shaft.

    From our email exchanges, he knows the kinds of things I like, and at the top of the list is rimming. I have a small, firm bubble butt that begs for attention by squirming ever so slightly. I am on my back, and I feel him shift my legs, so there is more curve to my back, and my hole is up, waiting for him. He kisses my anus dead-on center, like a man who likes to have anal sex with men does, and I let out the loudest moan of our encounter so far. My hole is still thinking about his cock, but it is feeling all that tongue. My hands still play with his hair, but he is lower on me now, we both know it. This is a form of secret pleasure only two men can enjoy. If he is really good, he will break contact to give me a rimming kiss, proud of the taste of my man cunt on his tongue, and I don’t shy away from the message that we are very close to needing to fuck man to man. He returns to my pulsing hole, reaming it with his tongue, opening it firm tongue jabs. There was no doubt where we were headed, two naked, hard, horny men, and his reaching for the lube is just part of the play. I like to be finger fucked, it is fucking the easy way. I grab for all the finger I can with my ass, I want it strong. He pushes his finger in so hard he almost lifts me off the bed. This is man sex, strong and obscene, cram my man cunt with more. He does, with two fingers, maybe three, I cannot tell.

    We’ve entered that part of the hookup with no talking except the sounds of sex; grunts from pushing things in deep, moans from a bitch that needs more, the variety of sounds that tongues make while having sex. There is another important sound: the tear of a condom being opened. That gets my hungry hole twitching, a Pavlov’s dog reaction. There is that quiet negotiation over what position this pair of men will fuck in, the longest phrase said aloud being ‘on your back’, ‘on your stomach’, or ‘doggie style’. I want what he wants; there is no more homosexual union than this. The first thrust in has yet to be easy, the bottom has to be open enough, the top hard enough, and all has to be in alignment. Maybe we need a few mirrors so both men can watch the head of the cock press against the hole. I’d love to be able to watch that as it happened, me taking him in, in the most intimate way. I’ll just have to imagine it for right now, hot.

    In, he is in me. I get lost for a moment on that thought, the idea made a reality. We are fucking. Fucking is intense. Fucking is animal. I need to be a strong male animal getting fucked by another male animal. I want to see him grab my hips so he can thrust into me deep. I clamp down on his tool with my strong man cunt, then relax, and clamp down again. It takes a lot of work, even more concentration, to keep on contracting my anus, but I know it will feel better for him. I need to be a responsive, manly, bottom bitch. If I can give him a hug, I hug him hard. If I can grab his ass, my fingers leave prints. If we kiss, we kiss like to men in the white heat of passion.

    The more animal I get, the more grunts, grips, and clamps, the closer I get to cumming. From practice with the lady, I know perry early when the switch has been pulled, and I will go off that cliff. I let my partner in this consensual sexual crime know I am going to blow, so he can watch me and fuck me at the same time. I switch into low gear, my voice getting lower. I gather up all my energy, and put it all in that place between my balls and butt hole. I keep it tight, and breath deep, this requires all the air I can give it. All the muscles get tight, I get a slight sweat going, and then the spasms start, the first one smaller, the second and third ones big and so wet. I often shoot far, over my shoulder, onto the sheets. And I make a lot of fluids, far more than with the misses. I am drenched in all this cum, and he is still fucking me, and I take it like a good bitch should. I make him cum doing whatever he asks of me.

    We must not neglect the wind down time, the smells of cum, lube, ass, and sweat – all the signs of man sex. The heart rate is coming down, but the memories of all that animal action still fresh. I caress my man lover who helped me feel like a man, a complete, sexual man, and I kiss him again, wrap my legs around his. I let him casually finger my hole, the location of all that action. That was not a ‘homosexual tendency’, that was 100% man sex, and there is plenty of cum on these sheets to prove it.

    Enjoy the wife, but sometimes a man needs to be with another man.


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  • Danny’s Evening

    Lee walked down the steps to the flat, and unlocked the door. It had been a long shift and he yawned as he turned the key.

    ‘Darren, are you in?’he called as he stepped into the small lobby. He didn’t get a reply, but the lamps were on in the large living room, and the doors to the garden were open. He glanced at the clock on the DVD player which showed almost half past eleven, and noticed that Darren had left a couple of DVD’s out.

    ‘Dirty fucker’he muttered under his breath, as he walked through into the kitchen. He opened the large fridge, and took out a beer, opened it and took a long swig from the bottle. Reaching into the pocket of his uniform shirt he took out a packet of Marlboro, and lit one, he inhaled deeply, and blew out a couple of smoke rings.

    Walking back into the living room, he noticed Darren’s boots beside a chair with a pile of clothes scattered beside them; grinning, he walked over and picked up an unfamiliar pair of tracksuit bottoms, noticing the narrow waist, and then picked up a tight fitting extra large vest.

    His grin widened,

    ‘Good lad ‘he thought, and took another swig from the bottle, as his hand slid down to his crotch and he cupped one big tanned hand around the bulging packet in his tight black uniform trousers.

    ‘God, I still feel horny’he thought ‘even after earlier’and he felt his big cock thickening again.

    Glancing over, he could see the outline increasing from his reflection in the mirror, his tanned forearm contrasting against the white shirt, and the black trousers. Covered with thick black hair, the thick muscular wrist, and heavy forearm displayed some of the power of his heavily muscled body, the size of his bicep just visible under the short sleeved shirt, as the fabric held tight to the muscle beneath.

    The mirrored wall to the side of the living room seemed to increase the size of the already large room, and Lee could see his whole body reflected, the lighting catching his tanned body well. Instinctively, he tensed his muscles slightly as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He took great pleasure in his very broad shoulders, tight in the uniform shirt, and the outline of his solid pecs under the tight white cotton. Both his big nipples were obvious through the material, and a mass of black hair spilled out through his open shirt collar giving a hint of the rest of the hair on his chest, and stomach.

    Lee didn’t bother to try to pull in his stomach at all, knowing that even if he did so it would make no difference to the solid tight muscle. He had an impressively narrow waist, with a thick leather belt looping through the black uniform trousers, which looked as though they had been cut to fit his long legs, and tight muscular arse. His big hand was still cupping his bulging packet, and the size of his cock was obvious, pushing halfway down his thigh. Lee grinned, as he looked, flashing white teeth in a handsome tanned face.

    ‘I need a shave’he thought, looking at the stubble on his cheeks, and darker on his chin. He always did after a day’s work. Bright green eyes flashed above sharp high cheekbones, and they contrasted well against his jet black eyebrows. His hair was cropped very short at the sides, and in a No2 flattop on top, all a rich glossy black. As he moved, the light caught the cleft in his broad firm chin.

    ‘Not bad’, he thought ‘Not bad, at all’

    In fact, he was in exceptional shape for a man who was just thirty-six, and he knew it.

    Lee finished his beer, and then smiled as he got an idea; he looked out through the open garden doors, and saw that the french windows to Darren’s bedroom were open. Not surprising on a hot night, but he moved over to the open garden doors quietly, and stood on the threshold. Moving into the garden slightly, he could just catch the reflection in the glass, and it just confirmed his suspicions, as he saw two bodies on the bed.

    He couldn’t make things out too clearly, but from what he could make out, the guy who was in there with Darren was built like a brick shithouse. It explained the vest, and the tracksuit bottoms.

    Lee walked back over to the door, and picked up a torch. ‘Shame I haven’t got my utility belt, or a radio’he thought, ‘But I doubt if they’ll notice.’

    He stepped into the garden, feeling the heat from the still warm flagstones, and walked over to the open doors.

    Turning the torch on, he swung it so the beam shone directly into the eyes of the big man squatting above Darren, his arse in Darren’s face.

    ‘What the fuck?’the guy muttered, as the light half blinded him, but he stayed in position, holding a massive cock in his left hand as he steadied himself with his right.

    ‘Can you gentlemen tell me what’s going on? We’ve had a couple of complaints from the neighbours about the noise.’

    ‘Stop shining that fucking light in my eyes, you cunt. Anyway, it’s none of their fucking business.’

    There was a note of irritation in the big man’s voice.

    Lee looked at him, still squatting above his brother, heavy tanned thighs bulging on either side of Darren’s chest, massive arms, with huge biceps either side of an incredible chest. Rock hard pecs, tanned, and smooth with big dark nipples that were rock hard, and at least an inch long. Firm flat stomach, all completely smooth, and hairless, and then in one huge hand an enormous cock that towered at least four inches above the huge fist clenching it. He could see in the mixture of light, and shadow that the guy was shaved everywhere, making his massive cock seem even larger.

    He was tanned a deep bronze, all over from his shaved head, to his big feet.

    ‘Fuckin hell’ Lee muttered, as he looked at the guy’s face. Shaved black hair, blue eyes, and a tightly cropped black goatee over a broad chin. This man was a real stunner.

    ‘Get that fucking light off me you fucker’

    The guy growled again, more irritated this time. Lee moved it this time, and as he did so, the guy moved slightly so Darren slid from underneath him. Darren leapt off the bed, and moved towards Lee, younger by almost eight years he was as powerfully built as his brother, they looked almost identical, apart from the fact that Darren had bleached blond hair, dark eyebrows, and his chest hair was clipped short, and tight against his big tits.

    ‘What’s it to you fucker?’

    Darren shouted as he walked towards Lee; Lee took one step back, and Darren pushed his face into Lee’s, and pushed a big finger into the middle of his chest.

    ‘Yeah, what’s it to you mate, you get your fuckin’ kit off and join in, or you fuck off alright.’

    The big man looked at Darren

    ,’Fuckin’ hell mate is he’s a copper?’

    ‘Yeah, looks like one to me. Still he’s quite horny, and I bet he takes it up the arse’

    Lee gave a broad grin, put down the torch, stepped into the room, pulling his shirt over his head revealing his solid muscled chest covered with a mass of thick black hair that ran in a thick line across his flat hard stomach and into the waistband of his tight uniform trousers.

    ‘Jeez, I don’t fuckin’ believe this’ the big man said as he stayed sitting on the bed. He shook his head slightly, but his eyes were wide, and bright, and his huge cock was as hard as ever.

    Lee walked over to the bed, and stood in front of the big man, hands on his hips, bare chested. He grinned as the big man slid his hands over his flat stomach, and up into the thick mass of black hair feeling for his nipples. Lee hissed slightly as the big man squeezed them hard.

    ‘Yeah, work those tits, mate’

    Darren was behind him now, his hands sliding round Lee’s narrow waist as he unbuckled his belt, and then undid the button at the top of his trousers, and slid down the zip. Lee could feel the heat from Darren’s body against his back, as Darren leant forward and gently eased the tight black trousers down.

    He put his hands on the big man’s shoulders as he leant forward and kicked off his shoes. Darren pushed the tight trousers further down, and Lee stepped out of them, and kicked them to one side.

    ‘Fucking hell’

    the big man growled as he looked at Lee naked apart from a tight white jock strap.

    It bulged hugely barely containing his big balls, and his half hard cock pushed down the right hand side. Lee could see his reflection in the mirror behind the bed, the white cotton contrasting against his tanned hairy body.

    Darren slid a big hand round Lee’s waist, and pulled his cock through the jock strap, as he pulled it down. He held it in his hand as it grew thicker,

    ‘Go on Dan, suck my bruv’s cock. Get yer mouth working on his big fucking dick’

    Danny slid his hands down from Lee’s big tits, and held Lee’s big cock in one hand as he leant forward and began to swallow the huge nine inch cock in front of him.

    Lee could feel Darren’s rock hard cock behind him nestling against his back, and he slid a hand round behind him pulling Darren alongside him. As he did so, he slid his hand between Darren’s legs, and round his cock. Pulling Danny’s head off his own cock, he pushed him towards Darren’s thick prick, inch for inch an identical match for his own huge nine inches.

    ‘Suck on us both mate ‘

    he said as he pushed Danny’s head further onto Darren’s thick shaft. Danny needed no further prompting as he worked on each of the brother’s cocks in turn. He groaned as each of them worked on one of his huge nipples, twisting hard on them.

    Danny worked on each of the lads’ big cocks in turn, alternately licking, and sucking on Darren’s, and then Lee’s rock hard shafts until at one point he held both of them together in one of his massive hands and managed to get both of their big cockheads and almost four inches of both their massive dicks into his mouth at the same time.

    ‘Time we sorted him out bruv.’

    Lee put his arm round Darren’s broad shoulders, giving him a broad grin. Both brothers climbed onto the bed, pulling Danny further up the bed with them as they did so. Kneeling on either side of him they both began to lick and chew on his huge tits.

    ‘Yeah, oh yeah’

    Danny groaned as he held both brothers’ heads tight in his massive arms, his biceps bulged massively as he looked down on both their cropped heads. Lee with black hair, Darren’s bleached blond, with dark roots showing through. Lee twisted round, so he was nearer to Danny’s face, while Darren moved further down the bed. Darren lifted Danny’s legs so they were over his broad shoulders, and slid down slightly as he buried his tongue in Danny’s tight puckered hole.

    ‘Fuck, yeah, work that fucking hole, get yer tongue right up my tight fucking cunt’Danny grunted.

    Lee moved round further, and still sucking on Danny’s tits he straddled his massive chest so his tight muscled arse was in front of Danny’s face. Danny needed no prompting as he held Lee’s arse cheeks apart and buried his face in Lee’s hairy arse. Lee lifted his arse higher, and leaning down Danny’s superb body he held Danny’s cock in his left hand and began to swallow it. He felt Danny shudder slightly as he swallowed the first four, or five inches, and heard a low growling moan from deep within him. He opened his throat further until he had taken all eight inches, as he reached the base of Danny’s thick shaft he felt Darren’s face against his as Darren began to swallow Danny’s egg sized balls.

    As he worked his way back up Danny’s rock hard shaft, Darren moved further up Danny’s cock so whilst Lee sucked the upper half, Darren was licking the lower four inches of the huge cock, as well as his huge balls. Lee worked further up still, as did Darren, until both brothers were licking, and kissing the thick hard head of Danny’s throbbing pole. Danny was groaning louder now, and let out a deep low growl.

    Both brothers were face to face now kissing each other with Danny’s thick cock between them. Lee could feel his huge cock nestling in the deep cleft between Danny’s huge tits, he grinned as Darren brought up one of his hands, and automatically sucked his thick middle finger into his mouth, sluicing it as he licked, and sucked on it. He knew what was coming next, as Darren pulled his finger out, and they both continued to work Danny’s shaft between them. Darren slid his hand down between Danny’s legs, and slowly, gently, and firmly inserted the first inch of his thick middle finger into Danny’s well lubricated hole ‘Fuck’

    Danny grunted, as he pushed down on Darren’s finger, at the same time Darren slid all four inches deep into Danny’s arse, right up to the knuckle of his big hand

    ‘Jeez’Danny moaned.

    Both men felt him twitching between them, and knew he was close to coming, Darren began to slide his finger in and out of Danny’s tight hole, as they both continued to suck, and lick on his rock hard cock. Danny threw back his head, and groaned louder, and then yelled ‘Fuck, yeah, Jesus yeah, ah fuck I’m coming’

    and he shot a huge jet of thick white come almost a foot into the air between the two big studs, the next jets weren’t as high and hit both the lads on their cheeks, necks and chests as they continued to lick on his cock as he came. They stopped licking as the jets grew smaller until the final one slid down the length of his still hard shaft.

    Both brothers lifted themselves up, and kneeling on either side of Danny’s massive body began to wank their huge nine inch cocks. Danny slid one hand between his legs, and wanked on his still hard cock, well lubricated with a load of his own thick white come. Lee was pulling on his rock hard nipples with one hand, with his thick cock in the other, while Darren had slid his wet slicked up finger into his own arse whilst he wanked off with the other.

    Both brothers were groaning loudly, in deep low growls. Louder, and quicker, until they both shot their loads almost simultaneously; the first jets shooting across Danny’s body, and hitting each of them on the chest matting in the thick black chest hair. The next jets hit lower covering Danny’s massive tits with thick white come, as he shot another huge load joining jet after jet the brothers fired onto his chest, stomach, and as far as his thickly muscled neck.

    Lee slumped back into the pillows on the bed, and then slapped Darren on the shoulder

    ‘Clean us up mate, and then fuck off and get us some beers’

    He flashed Darren a broad grin, revealing white teeth in his tanned face. Darren leant forward and began to lick the mass of thick white come off Danny’s neck, chest, and stomach. Once he had a mouthful, he leant across Danny, and gave Lee a deep kiss transferring it as he did so. Then he worked his way further down licking every drop of hot man juice off Danny’s tanned muscular body, licking around his shaved cock and balls, watching with pleasure as Danny’s thick prick grew harder again as he worked over his body. Lee lay back against Danny’s warm body, watching Darren; he pushed Darren’s broad shoulder with his foot, as Darren worked round Danny’s cock and balls again.

    ‘Oi, fuck off and get those beers mate, and stop getting off on his fucking cock mate’

    Darren slid off the bed and looked at them with a cheeky grin,

    ‘Yeah alright mate but you got to admit he’s got a fantastic body’.

    Danny slid round on the bed, so he was kneeling beside Lee. He turned slightly towards Darren.

    ‘Now like the geezer said fuck off and get those beers’

    He turned back to Lee, and put one big hand on his well muscled chest feeling for a hard nipple in the mass of thick black hair, resting his other hand on the bed he leant round and slowly, expertly began to swallow Lee’s massive nine inch shaft. Sucking hard as he took inch after inch of rock hard meat.

    Darren walked back into the room carrying a couple of mugs of coffee, put them down on a table, and walked over to the windows. He pulled back the curtains, and laughed as he heard Lee groaning from the bed.

    ‘You always were shite in the morning mate’

    he said to the crumpled pile of bedding, and limbs on the bed

    ‘Oi, fuck off’he laughed as Lee threw a pillow at him, and sat up rubbing his eyes.

    ‘I ain’t that shite in the morning, mate. Want to have a fucking look?’

    ‘Not impressed mate’Darren laughed, ‘That fucking cock of yours is fucking hard most of the fucking time’

    Darren grinned as he watched movement under the duvet, and could make out a shape working towards Lee’s crotch.

    ‘Fucking hell mate, you two are going it some I could hear you fucking banging most of the night’

    ‘No fucking stamina that’s your problem mate’Lee grinned at him and then let out a low groan as he felt his huge cock being sucked right down Danny’s throat. He stuck his hands under the duvet and, Darren watched as he could see Lee’s hand holding Danny’s head, and pulling him further onto his massive cock as he mouthfucked the guy.

    ‘Fuck’

    Lee muttered as he sank back against the pillows, and yawned with a broad grin

    . ‘What did you say about stamina mate?’Darren laughed. ‘that was a bit fucking quick’

    He watched as Danny surfaced from under the duvet

    ‘Morning mate’

    He grinned broadly at Danny’s tousled hair. Danny grinned broadly as well, bright white teeth in his tanned face.

    ‘Come over here, mate I want to suck that big cock of yours and all.’


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  • It Takes A Real Man To Drop Nicky’s Balls

    ‘You’re OK you know Nicky!’

    I had to say something as he had come out of the shower with a small towel which he had just managed to knot around his waist. It was the first time I had seen him bare from the waist up. I was similarly clad and he had come to sit next to me on the settee as we settled to watch a film.

    ‘What the hell do you mean by that? I’ve heard nothing but comments about me all day from the guys in the workshop.’ Nicky’s unbroken voice got to an even higher pitch if he was upset. At eighteen year old the reason for it was a question on everyone’s lips. He had come to us as a student on placement and made to join the workshop team as his subject was engineering. As it was a truck company in a rural area some of the work was done outside. The other staff were all seasoned mechanics and drivers. If the weather was hot they would strip off their tops and even down to shorts.

    Not so for Nicky; no one had seen more than his bare arm. But his shyness only made the guys wonder more about his sexuality. Now he seemed to be allowing himself some intimate contact, at least he was allowing his bare arm to touch mine.

    ‘Look I’m not criticising you’ I said putting my arm over his shoulder to console him. I fully expected him to be irritated and push it away but he didn’t. ‘You don’t understand, we all love you Nicky but you seem so innocent!’

    ‘What do you mean innocent! Innocent about what? Do you mean innocent about why I’ve got a voice like a girl or, — Oh I don’t know just look at me I’m so bloody weak and feckless compared with them. I can’t lift things like truck tyres even that small engine part this morning, they all came rushing over to help me. It was nothing!’

    The poor lad started sobbing in my arms as he lay his head on my shoulder.

    He had been told to move in with me only a couple of days previously as the manager thought it would be ?most appropriate’. This produced a lot of comments at work but I had not protested. It would have made no difference anyway. The truth was I secretly fancied Nickie.

    ‘But look at me; I’m no strong man either, am I?’ I said. ‘Honestly I’m no more manly than you are physically. It’s my big bum they are always making jokes about. You see my chest I have no hairs, and my legs they are just as smooth as yours. And look no knobbly knees on either of us!’ I joked as I touched his. But he neither smiled nor attempted to remove my hand.

    To be honest his body was having a big effect on me. He was well grown and very handsome with long straight hair slightly brown from blond. For work he would often tie it back with a band but now it lay over his smooth rounded shoulders. Nicky was well filled out without being fat but with no hint of boniness. To put it simply he was bloody sexy!!

    ‘After it happened they told me I would be normal in three months time. The other one would drop and I would be a real man at last.’ He sobbed even more against my chest now but I resisted a growing temptation to move my hand up his thigh under the towel.

    ‘What are you trying to tell me Nicky? Come on lets hear the whole story’

    ‘OK, as you all must have probably guessed it’s a problem with my testicles, my balls right?’ he said as if making a clean breast of things. ‘Of hell sometimes I just wish I was gay or maybe I don’t, but then perhaps I am. I don’t know what to think!’ he said cuddling against me further.

    ‘I think I had better take a look at you’ I said moving my hand up the smooth part of his inner thigh.

    ‘It’s too public here, someone might look in’ he protested.

    ‘Come on up to my room then’ I said firmly brushing aside any resistance.

    ‘But what about that movie. You said it was really good’

    ‘Believe me you are a lot more exciting than that’ I said as he walked up the stairs in front of me. The knot was coming loose by his left hip. The towel didn’t quite reach round anyway showing a lovely smooth firm thigh. As he stopped to try to retie it I took hold of his hand.

    ‘You won’t be needing that now Nicky just let it drop’ His bare bottom was now on a level with my lips and I started licking and kissing his beautiful smooth buttocks as he stood on the top step. Then I pushed my hand between his legs and grabbed his genitals while burying my face deep into the slit between his buttocks. He bent forward allowing them to part slightly. He had no pubic hairs at all and I stretched the tip of my tongue deep into his cleft. I couldn’t quite reach his anus but the soft smoothness of his inner buttocks was making me madly excited. He kept advancing forwards as I pushed my lips into his bottom until he fell on to the bed.

    I told him to wait while I got some cream from the bathroom. I grabbed some dildos and anal plugs then stripped off naked in front of him.

    He seemed mesmerised by my cock which was really hard and throbbed as I looked down on his young nude body and the dark recess of his bum crack.

    ‘Turn over and lets have a good look at your genitals. Don’t worry I’ll come back to your bum, I know you like it’ I said trying to get him to talk to me while I examined his balls.

    His scrotum was small and very firm but I could only feel one small testicle inside. Quite different from the loose scrotum and big firm balls I remembered from my old boyfriend. Nicky’s cock was bigger than you might expect but seemed incapable of firming up properly. But it felt nice and full as if it was about to go erect and I must admit it was a lot bigger than mine. As I squeezed it in my hand it was lovely and smooth and pliable then I took it in my mouth and started sucking him. He never put up any resistance to what I was doing but just lay there quietly letting me get on with it.

    ‘Are you OK Nicky? Say if you don’t like what I’m doing. You are still quite young and I don’t want to give you a bad experience.’

    ‘What the cream for?’ he asked. I noticed he was smiling now.

    ‘That’s to lubricate you silly! You may be tight and I don’t want to hurt you.’

    ‘What’s tight?’ he was still smiling and he knew perfectly well as he turned on his side and drew his legs forward.

    His buttocks were beautifully smooth unlike a normal late teenager who would have some spots. I wanted to get at his anus so much I was shaking with excitement as I pulled his buttocks and I got my first glimpse of his little pink rose. I hadn’t been so close to someone’s anus since when I was ten and played ?doctors’ at the house of a school friend. The tight creases all came to a point which I began to lick very gently at first. Nicky was groaning with pleasure and soon I felt his asshole relaxing as I managed to get my tongue a little way inside. Then as I drew back I could see he had opened a little to reveal the darker shades of his inner sphincter. I licked him more deeply now and he opened up more and more.

    ‘This is what was tight’ I said unnecessarily working a creamy finger gently inside him. I was sweating with excitement as I felt my heart racing as I pushed my finger in deeper. He was groaning even more as I located his gland.

    This time I took his whole balls sack in my mouth and started sucking as I massaged his prostate with my finger tip.

    ‘Are you OK Nicky?’ I said once again.

    ‘Yea! Ah oh! I love what you are doing to me’ This was nice because I planned to do more than just prepare him for fucking. I hoped I could force his other ball to drop while fucking his ass. I had read about this somewhere and it seemed such a sexy thing to try. For an effeminate guy like me it seemed like a chance to do something manly!

    But I wanted to give Nicky a really good time so I went back to sucking his semi limp cock while probing his prostate then I managed to get a slim dildo in a lot further and I could feel his cock reacting in my mouth. But it still wasn’t getting much firmer.

    ‘Do you masturbate much Nicky, I mean do you get to jack off much?’ I said taking brief respite from sucking him. We had got into a 69 position by now and I could feel him gently investigating my genitals and my bottom. But it was threatening to make me loose control so I had to restrain him. That only made him bolder and he started doing the same things to me as I was doing to him. It was years since anyone had been intimate with my ass and all the comments in garage had reawakened my desires.

    ‘I don’t know really quite know what ….you mean I’m afraid.’ Nicky began in answer to my question. He was faltering in his speech because of what was happening up his ass. ‘It’s embarrassing really because ….I hear guys talking about ….. orgasms….. but I don’t really know, if you …..see what I mean. You must think I’m ….the weirdest guy you’ve ….ever met.’ His voice quivered a lot as I probed some places with the dildo which were deeper in his rectum.

    ‘Does that hurt?’ I asked as I pushed the dildo right in so that his pink sphincter almost closed over it and tried to draw it out of sight into his lovely juicy hole. I was exploring him and trying to find his missing testicle. But his hole was dilating nicely now and I was soon able to get a larger dildo up him and probe him further up inside.

    ‘No it’s fine, it nice, it’s OK. Ah! it sort of feels a bit like when my other ball dropped’

    ‘Did that just happen or was it helped’

    ‘No I was on the toilet and I got this bowel action because I had to pass something big. Hey! I’m sorry if that sounds dirty! Oh hell I hope you don’t mind doing this to me: do you!?’ he sat right up and looked very earnest all of a sudden.

    It was obvious that he really needed his ass fucking. He was now breathing heavily.

    ‘Nicky I love you!!’ I found myself saying. ‘You make me feel so fucking sexy!! I just can’t wait to fuck that lovely ass of yours. I want to spunk up you Nicky!! I want to fertilize your lovely firm bottom. Do you understand? I want to force my fuck right up your rectum!!’

    By now I had a larger dildo up him and he was starting to get very close to something I guess he had never experienced before. I was feeling so sexy I started thinking how I would love to open him up with a speculum and get a really good look up inside his ass. Suddenly I felt his cock tighten in my mouth and I tasted something sweet but salty oozing from his tip. This was my cue and I decided to go for it.

    I got up from having my face buried in his genitals and ass crack and without saying anything more to him I turned him roughly on his back, grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs right back so his knees were beside his shoulders. It was all I could do to control myself as I positioned my raging cock on his lovely inviting hole. I wanted to ram it into that smooth firm bum more than anything in the world.

    ‘This’ll put some manhood in you Nicky. I’m gonna fuck your balls out of your ass and fill you up with cum!’ His eyes gazed at me wide with expectation as I pushed my knock firmly against his anus. Suddenly I felt his sphincter clasping my shaft as his tight hole yielded before the unrelenting pressure of my probing penis. Then I felt his hot ass enveloping my shaft as I drove my dick deep into his young bottom.

    His cock was lovely and full but still not quite hard as I took it in one hand. He was looking up into my eyes and I was thrusting in and out of him rapidly now, I knew I was only seconds from blast off! But Nicky started crying out first and I could feel the convulsions inside his rectum. We both went wild with orgasms. Suddenly Nicky’s cock went really hard at last and throbbed and jerked in my hand. I felt my semen rushing through my prick as I ejaculated all my pent up spunk deep into his rectum. The sight of his puny arms and biceps pressed down under my body drove my wild as I squirted the last few drops up his asshole. For a few seconds he lay passively as I felt a wave of satisfaction at having fucked his lovely young body.

    I had been hoping to dislodge his other testicle and make it drop but it was only when I pushed my cock in him right up to the hilt that I made contact with something which made him wince. Now I know that I was nowhere near big enough to make sufficient impact on his rectum to free it.

    Nicky was soon taken over by a sort wave of fear as he later described it. He resumed his sobbing and saying things like: ‘What the hell have I done? What’s happened to me. Hey what did you do to me just now?!’ For a moment I felt a bit embarrassed but I knew perfectly well he would soon be back for more. I carried him over and put him in his own bed and pulled the bedclothes over and promised to bring him a cup of coffee. By the time I returned he was fast asleep.

    Part2

    The events earlier hadn’t taken long. Whatever virginity Nicky may have had was well and truly over as he lay asleep with his beautiful ass just fertilised with my hot fuck.

    Just after he had shown typical signs of post-orgasm reaction but I knew that would soon pass and a cup of coffee would put him right. Even though I had left him to sleep for an hour it was still before 10pm.

    ‘Hey what is it? Oh hell I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, you’re not angry with me?? please!’

    ‘Nicky you beauty you’ve done nothing wrong at all, except give me the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life! Here there’s a cup of coffee.’

    ‘I expect that movie would have been a waste of time.’ he mused. ‘do you promise me you’re not fed up with me? I really don’t know what I was thinking of but I seemed to loose my head when you did things to me.’

    ‘Are you saying you regret what happened?’ I asked hoping he would say no.

    ‘Oh no, you see I felt really sort of ashamed just after but I don’t know really because I can’t deny I was swept away by what we did.’

    Suddenly he sat up in bed, still naked, and threw his arms around me.

    ‘Oh thank you Carl! Thank you I just can’t believe it’s real!’

    ‘Nicky I’ve wanted to make love to you ever since I first saw you. I’ll admit I have had a boyfriend before but this is the first time I’ve ever been on top if you know what I mean.’

    ‘Are you seeing anyone else now?’ he asked urgently. ‘Rodney was some time ago. It was when we were at college.’ This made me a bit uncomfortable for reasons explained later but I could see by the look in Nicky’s eyes that he was in love with me and I was not sure if I was ready for it.

    The next few days saw Nicky and I having sex just about every two or three hours and getting little sleep. In bed we were either locked in a 69 anal/oral sex or with me pounding his ass trying to release his second testicle. Perhaps Nicky didn’t realise that to me this was part of the satisfaction I was getting from having sex with him. I really wanted to do something to him which would having a lasting effect on him sexually. It occurred to me that if I succeeded he might not want me fucking his ass any more, or he might even want to fuck mine. He had a nice thick cock which seldom got really hard but I reckoned that could be rectified if I could just get his balls sorted out and the idea of getting his cock up me really gave me an excited feeling.

    As you may imagine during the daytime this meant all sorts of encounters in and around the workshops with the big guys everywhere so it was hard to find anywhere private and it was always risky we would get caught. These ‘big guys’ were the regular drivers, mechanics and engineers about the workshop. In addition to these eight there would often be extra drivers and guys from other depots.

    Teasing Nicky and Carl about their sexuality was very much part of every day banter. I liked it but Nicky was not so keen. He didn’t like being effeminate with an unbroken voice at eighteen and resented being teased about it.

    They were convinced we were having sex as we were living together and I made no effort to deny it. There was a lot of discussion about the presence or otherwise of Nicky’s balls and everyone got excited thinking about it. Also Nicky’s refusal to show any bare skin got them even more excited. They tried everything to get him in the shower room with excuses like he had brake fluid spilt on his back and he needed help getting it off in the shower. I felt quite jealous of these offers as I would willingly accept such ?help’ from any of these big muscular guys. But Nicky was getting more and more demanding of me. The more I poked his bum and spunked up his ass the more he liked it although my cock was very small compared with what he would experience from any of the others. Anyway this particular day we were in the back of the store room in among shelves holding spare parts. Nicky was bending over an open packing case with his pants down and I was just getting ready to fuck his lovely smooth ass when Gary and Andy sprung out from behind shelving where they had been hiding. ‘What a fucking lovely bum!! Oh fuck!! you’re not getting that all to yourself anymore Carl! Now Nicky lets have a feel of your balls’

    ‘Ah yes quite a revelation aye?’ the secret was really out now both Gary and Andy gave Nicky’s scrotum a good groping.

    ‘Now your going to get it from a real man!’ Gary said as he pulled off his shoes and jeans to reveal a huge bulge in his Y fronts.

    There was nothing I could do. I felt completely overtaken by them although they weren’t the biggest guys I was no beginning of a match for them.

    They grabbed Nicky and held him down still bending over the case with his bum bare and with some old bubble wrap to protect him from the sharp edges. Gary had his pants down in a flash and was sporting a fabulous erection. He guided his beautiful thick firm straight cock with his hand directing it straight at Nicky’s asshole. He struggled a bit at first but he soon realised resistance was quite useless.

    ‘Hey you can’t …..’ began Nicky trying to straighten himself and clasp his boy buttocks together but Gary was much too strong for him and it was obvious that Nicky didn’t really have any will to resist. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of this big purposeful penis ready to plunge into Nicky’s smooth boy bottom.

    But in close up Gary’s cock was looked so huge as he pulled Nicky’s ass cheeks apart and pushed his firm knob against his tight asshole I couldn’t believe he would ever make it. His fuck pole was so hard and thick all I could see was the smooth skin around Nicky’s cherry being stretched inwards like a balloon rubber. The muscles in Gary’s arms were tight and bulging hard as he pushed his body weight behind his massive meat. But Nicky was starting to yelp with pain now as Gary kept up his relentless pressure screwing his knob around in his sphincter. But little by little I could see that his hood had begun to penetrate the tight skin around Nicky’s asshole. Then as he briefly pulled out before each new thrust I saw Nicky’s open hole for a moment then quickly tighten before being forced open again by Gary’s powerful piston. Soon his inner sphincter had yielded to allow the main shaft of Gary’s huge cock to sink right deep into his bottom. Poor Nicky was writhing now like a worm utterly helpless under Gary’s huge body. I was watching Nicky’s stretched anal ring clinging to the surface of Gary’s hard shaft each time he pulled back only to be forced right in again as Gary powered again and again into his rectum.

    Gary had still his shirt on still and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and biceps as his strong hairy buttocks drove his huge dick relentlessly in and out of Nicky’s sexy ass. It made a juicy sound as he pumped his creamy sphincter and his rigid cock was glistening with streaks of stickiness each time it emerged from Nicky’s bottom. Gary’s face was tense as he quickened the pace and his biceps bulged almost as if to tear his shirt sleeves as he drew Nicky towards him in a last thrust. Then he let out a gasp with the main part of his dick buried deep into Nicky’s hole I could see its base and his balls jerking into spasms as he pumped his spunk right deep into Nicky’s bowels.

    Nicky didn’t need holding now, he was completely overwhelmed but I took over from Andy. He let me help him take his pants down and I licked his very stiff cock before helping him direct it into Nicky’s freshly fucked and now gaping bum-hole. I remember how hot his cock felt in my mouth. Nicky took it easily as I put my hand up behind Andy’s balls in the hairy arch between his powerful legs as he started pounding his ass. But after watching Gary Andy was over the top in seconds and I could feel the thumps in his groin as pumped his cum deep into Nicky’s asshole.

    After they had both fucked him they seemed to realise I felt a bit left out.

    ‘Don’t worry you’re next. That ass of your looks very much in need of attention’ Gary said to me as he pulled on his pants.

    If things had been different we might easily have been fucked by the entire staff there except that on that particular morning most of the guys were out on calls. But this event had lit a time fuse and as word soon spread I had a feeling that a very big gang bang was inevitable but that I would not be claiming the prize for dropping Nicky’s balls.

    But there is one bit of this story I have left out! I never let on that some time before Nicky arrived I had succumbed to the ‘Brake fluid on your back’ ploy with another guy called Colin. Now Colin really was the biggest guy on the place being one of the ‘Tyre Boys’ he was in charge of changing large truck tyres and needed to be really strong. Colin was not only ringleader of most of the teasing but had taken a ‘shine’ to me from day one. Again it was a day when everyone else was out.

    Sure I had gone into the showers with him knowing full well that I would get fucked but after giving me a very intimate wash all around my genitals and asshole, (he forgot the brake fluid problem!) he took me back still naked into the workshop; lay me on my back on a big inflated inner tube; put some soapy stuff on my anus then pushed my legs back, brought his raging cock up to my face allowing me briefly to suck him before he stuffed his massive fuck pole up my ass. I tell you his cock was gross! It was huge, lovely and supremely firm. He drove it straight up me with such determination I loved him from that moment. Colin’s physique is just about perfect; his big muscular hairy chest; his massive biceps and hairy forearms; his beautiful powerful legs and muscular buttocks. He got straight up into my prostate and all my feelings were driven by the probing of his huge dick. But above all Colin was vigorous! Man when he fucks you he is like wild animal! He drove his dick like a piston as he rammed me harder and harder. It hurt at times but I loved it. It seemed like almost an hour before he eventually climaxed to a massive ejaculation up my bottom which felt like a hot tide as he sent his spunk flooding up inside me.

    Colin was quite jealous of me and had not allowed a hint of what had happened to be apparent to the others. So he had tried to act as before and continue teasing me but with the odd wink. He didn’t do me all that often because, as he said, he had duties to his girl friends, of which he had quite few, and he maintained he was not gay and only fucked me because my ass was ‘more like a chick’.

    The next few evenings Nicky was trying to maintain that it was all very disgraceful and they wouldn’t do anything more but he kept bringing the conversation back to the events in the store room. He was saying things like ‘They wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t bending down like that’ and ‘it’s you they’re really interested in, I’m just a curiosity’ It was Nicky’s way of trying to relive the experience.

    ‘Come off it Nicky, you loved every minute of it and I can tell you that I only have to give the nod and they will be round here in minutes.’

    ‘I’m not saying that! I just came here as a student! I can’t help being the way I am. If only they would leave me alone’

    ‘Rubbish Nicky!! if they ignored you you’d be devastated! Come on admit it’ I said holding him close against me. ‘What you really need is to get those balls sorted out’

    ‘Yea well they haven’t done any good have they? I’m still the same and all this talk about making a man of me is a con. I think you want to keep me as I am.’

    ‘Right we’ll see about that. I am going to give Colin ring, right?’

    ‘No!! No fucking way! I want a say in who fucks me for once. Hey give me that!!’ he said as I keyed Colin’s number into my mobile. He was wrestling with me trying to stop me but Colin answered at once.

    ‘Hi Colin! I’ve got Nicky here and he…’ Nicky was getting frantic now and shouting at me:

    ‘Leave me alone all of you!’ but a calm and a deep manly voice came back:

    ‘Got the message. We’ll be over’

    It was as well they did not take long because I had a hell of a job to restrain Nicky in his final minutes of semi-manhood. He did not like me taking the situation in hand but there was no alternative. He could not be expected to ask precisely for what really needed doing to him.

    I would have liked to prepare him a bit but it was a lot easier when the others arrived. This time there were all eight guys including Colin.

    I said I wanted to give Nicky an enema but he was resisting. Immediately several of them grabbed him while was still putting up a fight but he was quickly overpowered and stripped naked. This all happened in front of us all in the living before he was taken into the bathroom to get the syringe and tubing put up his bottom. The bathroom was too small for everyone so there was quite a scrum as they all wanted to see Nicky naked and especially to get a good view of him taking it up his asshole. So by general acclamation Nicky was brought back into the living room and bent down so that we could all see the red rubber tube being pushed up his hole and fed deep into his lily-white bum. The most sexy part was when Daren, one of the guys already totally nude, slowly pushed in the plunger and you could see the enema fluid being forced up Nicky’s rectum. The syringe was refilled several times and then after he had taken about 300mls Daren drove a big dildo up him worked it around inside his bottom and Nicky had to be rushed to the toilet. They did this three times, then I gave him a rinse out with the shower hose which we used before our oral/anal 69 sessions.

    Everyone was feeling mad with excitement as Colin stripped off formally in front of everyone and exposed his Olympic physique no to mention the most gorgeous erection you can imagine. Somehow Colin’s cock bore all the same determination as his rugged face when he was ready for action.

    ‘I’m gonna do my best for you Nicky! This might hurt a bit my boy you’re gonna be a man after it!’

    No one wanted to hesitate a second and Nicky was positioned by several guys holding his legs and rest of his body so that despite his continued protests Colin could get a clear run up inside him and get things sorted out in his rectum.

    I find more than a pang of jealousy as I saw Colin’s big pink penis start to penetrate Nicky’s anus. It was definitely thicker than anything Nicky’s sphincter had had to accommodate before. I could see his pink rose depressing inwards as Colin pushed his mighty knob aganist Nicky’s hole. We had applied plenty of cream so he was well lubed but his inner sphincter still needed to stretch a bit to allow the full thickness of Colin’s cock to get right inside.

    I watched fascinated by Colin’s power and patience as he gently applied increasing pressure until Nicky’s ass-hole yielded and allowed the full main body of his massive cock to dive down into his asshole and deep into his rectum. I knew where his retained ball was roughly but I could never get to it properly as my cock just isn’t big enough and I can’t get a proper feel of it using a dildo.

    Colin was shafting him steadily now, not too violently yet but you could see he was on target as Nicky’s head turned from side to side in a mixture of agony and ecstasy while Colin massaged his prostate and teased his internal genitals so much Nicky was ready to be propelled into the required rectal orgasm.

    As I watched I thought of our conversations of how to sort out his sexuality and how meaningless they all were. All Nicky ever needed was real muscular man to take charge of him and do what had to be done. The pace was quickening and Nicky was crying out as Colin gradually hardened the action. At first I thought it was pain then I realised the whole of Nicky’s body seemed to be in spasm.

    ‘That’s the way boy, you’re doing nicely now’ Said Colin calmly as he felt down to Nicky’s scrotum smiled with satisfaction then as he withdrew his still raging cock he looked over to me and told me to get my legs up.

    I was not ready for it. I was expecting some of the others to come up me but Colin was determined to give me all the spunk he had been holding up while inside Nicky. Oh boy it was seconds after he unceremoniously burst into my bottom with his cum-pump that I felt that unmistakeable tidal wave of virile spunk flooding my bottom as Colin pumped me full of everything he had.

    ‘Oh Colin I love you!’ I said loudly in front of everyone as he withdrew.

    ‘How are you Nicky?’ I asked.

    ‘He’s done it!! He’s done it!!! I’ve got two balls! Wow I’m a man!’

    ‘You can fuck me anytime’ I said as we held each other in a naked embrace.

    The were cheers all round and Colin was certainly the hero of the day.

    I bent over an armchair and got fucked by everyone else in the room and even Nicky managed to dick me with his half rigid cock although it would be a few weeks before his balls would be in full production!

    Finally while the last guy was doing me Nicky sucked my cock off beautifully and I got the most fantastic orgasm just as Gus the chief mechanic was spurting his spunk up my cum oozing asshole.


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