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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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  • Whipped Cream

    It was quite late. I’d had a good dinner and some beer with friends from the conference I was attending, and was walking back through the pedestrian underpass towards the park and my hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought it wouldn’t do any harm to check out the action, so I popped into the cottage which faces the park.

    To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I pissed and then stood with a half-hardon showing, hoping for some action. After a few minutes an old man came in, mumbling to himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and went out again.

    Then a man came in who made my cock firm right up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes.

    He stood so close to me in the (quite large) urinal area that I knew he must be looking for cock, just like me, so I didn’t bother to hide myself or hide my interest in him. And what a cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5′, straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My mouth watered.

    But just as I was about to move towards him and take hold of his cock he tucked it away and went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and followed him outside. He headed towards a semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly illuminated this far, so it was quite a good place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would be in the lit area and we would see them long before they saw us.

    He sat on the back of a bench with his cock drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I realised that I couldn’t possibly take all of him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off him and sat down.

    Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in German. I quickly realised that his German was even worse than mine, and this wasn’t going to get us far. ‘Which country are you from?’ I asked, in German. ‘Maroc,’ he replied. Ah, Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming (correctly) that he would speak quite good French. We had a short chat, but soon it was down to business again.

    He knelt in front of me and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He licked and then sucked my cock, but not with any great enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This was delicious and made me extremely horny, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to fuck me with that monster. Much as I enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick for it to be anything other than agony for me, and probably not very satisfying for him, either.

    I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he looked disappointed, but contented himself with sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and I asked him if I could fuck him. ‘Non, non!’ he exclaimed, ‘Jamais [never].’ Pity, his cheeks were solid and muscular, and it would have been a lovely tight fuck.

    He stood in front of me and fed me as much of his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out just a little. I slid my tongue along the underside of his meaty frenum, which created little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell that he wasn’t going to last long.

    After another few minutes of this, he grabbed hold of my ears and started thrusting more forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into my mouth so quickly that I didn’t have time to swallow between them. As he withdrew his still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then licked his cockhead to get the residue.

    I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples and watched as I wanked myself just a few times before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or kiss or be fucked.)

    We made an arrangement to meet in the same place the following night, but he didn’t turn up. However, what happened instead was worth waiting for…


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  • Following The Path

    Tyler felt a strange cold chill go up his spine, as suddenly the noise of the stadium suddenly just ceased. The silence was deafening, as tens of thousands of people suddenly stopped moving, stopped speaking. It was like everyone was suddenly hold their breath, as he could hear the wind blowing across the field, even hear the flap of fabric, as the flags fluttered in the wind.

    It was a strange feeling as he saw everyone standing up, many with their hands over their hearts, as the silence took hold. No one moved, not a single sound but that of the wind echoed in the huge stadium, as people stood to pay their respects to the fallen. He wanted to turn, to look at his grandfather, but he couldn’t move. He was stuck staring out at the field, at the flags fluttering, the men in uniform standing so still, so silent.

    Goose bumps were all across his arms, as he could hear his heart beating. It was strange to hear now, in all that silence, even stranger to realize how he had heard it thunder so much last night, because of the man next to his grandfather.

    He felt his body ache, as he wanted to turn, to look at Kelly, to see his face, but he couldn’t. He stood there, like everyone else, and all he could do was think about the stories he had heard thousands of times. How his grandfather had spoken about Harry or Ralph from the Bronx, who had his leg blown off by a cannon shell from a tank. He shivered, realizing that they weren’t just stories, but part of what the old man had actually gone through. They weren’t something to sneer at, to discount.

    His 18 year old body shook, as he wondered if he could ever cope with seeing all that his grandfather had seen when his age. If he could have managed to keep going forward, when bullets and cannons were going off, all aimed at you. He felt the fear rising up in his throat, as he wondered how he would have acted if told he had to go fight, go kill some other kid simply because he wore a different uniform, came from a different country.

    He jumped as the shots rang out, the volley of rifle fire made him squirm, shake as he looked down at the line of soldiers, aiming their weapons once more. He felt the terror inside, felt the bile in his throat as he recalled some of those stories from his granddad. In the flash of smoke, the bark of the rifles retort, he realized that it was life, not stories he had been hearing.

    All his comments about the ROTC kids at school, all his earlier fascination with uniforms came rushing back. The way he would play with his toy soldiers, how he would play at war, when standing next to him was a man who had been to war, had not played at it. The rifles bark made him tremble, as he realized how ashamed he felt, at having to draw straws to be with the man standing like a statue next to him.

    As the Bugle sounded, and noise returned to the stadium, he saw how slowly his grandfather sat back down. How old he suddenly looked, when just a minute earlier he looked like he could join up all over again. Yet, as he thought about the change, he also saw Kelly sitting back down. He too looked old suddenly, as if he too had seen and lived through the same experiences as his grandfather.

    It was unnerving, as he sat down, no longer hiding his open stare at the two next to him. The similarities were unreal. The thin haggard look of his grandfather’s face, echoed across Kelly’s younger face. It too was haggard, and he could see the bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in days.

    Kelly turned his face, and now their eyes met. He saw the quick flash, just before the eyes seemed to close off, to wall themselves off from him, but it was enough. In that instant, he knew, and he felt the cold run through his whole body. He knew the answers now, as he sat there, ignoring the cheers from everyone around him.

    The second half was underway, as he just looked at his lover. Nothing else seemed to exist, as he saw him, almost as if for the first time really. The long nose, a slight hitch in the bridge from being broken in a football game. The little pink scar under one eye, another football related mark.

    He saw the eyes flicker, saw them question him, then retreat. Tyler wanted to reach out, to touch his friend, because at last he understood all that had been going on, and it terrified him. His heart ached, as he wanted to reach out, to grab his hand, to hold it in his no matter what those around might think, or even say. He didn’t care, as he felt a tear rolling down his cheek. Blinking, he noticed his grandfather was looking at him, his eyes giving him a look of love that only made him shake more.

    It was as if he knew, as he looked away, but only for a second. He turned back, to see Kelly, to stare at him and this time the eyes didn’t retreat, but held his gaze. There was no wall, no barrier, and he felt the catch in his heart. He knew what Kelly was thinking.

    It gave him the willies really, as he couldn’t help but look, but keep on feeling what he was feeling. It was just like last night, as he had lain there, exhausted from his orgasm, after Kelly had licked his ass. The way his chest had heaved, the way his whole body had seemed to have exploded along with his balls. Yet it was only the prelude to what was to come. He knew that now, but then he didn’t think anything else could arouse him as much as that tongue licking deep inside of him had done. Nor the feeling he had experienced as his cock had shot its load up into Kelly’s throat right afterwards.

    Yet it had.

    They had lain silent, for what seemed an eternity, and then held each other for even longer. He had felt Kelly’s heart beating next to his, felt his breath on his face, as his head lay on his shoulder. It was so unreal, so damn relaxing, and yet also stimulating. Laying there he could feel it all, and sitting now, staring over at Kelly next to his grandfather, he could feel it now.

    How his hand had once more ran lightly across his stomach. How his muscles inside had suddenly been switched back on, like a light switch. The way the hairs on his chest stood up, infant in size, but still visible, none the less. Not yet totally dark like his hair, but dark enough to cast a bit of a shadow along the hollow of his chest. Enough to be moved by the soft blowing breathe of someone close by.

    He had glanced down, to see Kelly’s head now on his breast, the soft breath from his nostrils making his small collection of chest hairs sway and move. It had tickled and had made him move a bit, enough of a motion to get the head to tilt up and look at him. The eyes looked so pained, so sad, that for a moment he thought Kelly would cry, but instead a thin smile crossed his lips, and his head turned back downwards, to once more stare at his body. It was eerie, how Kelly was examining him once again, and he found his own hand resting lightly on Kelly’s back. It too seemed to have taken a hint from Kelly, and moved lightly over the back, feeling the ridges along his spine, feeling it shiver to his touch. The idea of Kelly being aroused by such a simple touch, made his own body awaken again, made him grow a bit warmer too.

    He could feel the kisses on his belly, feel the way the lips just brushed his burning flesh. It was like he was once more burning, on fire. His whole body was again feeling like it was gradually being brought back to life. His weakness was rapidly disappearing, as Kelly continued to lightly touch him, to trace around his belly button, to run the finger just along the very ridge of his skin. Then it would travel down, to play with his pubic hairs. Each touch making him moan again. A bit hoarse this time around, but there was no mistaking that Kelly was wanting more of him, and his body was eager to oblige.

    Strange, he didn’t think he had that in him, to have multiple orgasms in one night. He had had one, that he didn’t believe could ever be topped, yet as he felt the finger running gently over his groin, around the base of his cock, he thought it just might happen. It was like magic, yet he still doubted it, despite the racing emotions inside of him.

    His body seemed to be out of his control. His mind didn’t even seem to care, as all it thought about was how good it all felt, how warm it was, how damn exciting it was to be touched as he was being touched. Nothing else seemed to matter, and yet deep down in his heart, he felt the fear still there. Kelly had been weird, and yet now was once more bringing him to that point, that moment of sheer pleasure he loved so much.

    The hand over his body moved down his leg, making each hair stand on end. Every nerve was once more tingling as the hand moved up and down, and then finally moved back up along his side, to his face. He opened his eyes to find himself gazing directly into Kelly’s face.

    His heart fluttered a bit, as he saw the face loom closer, then the light brush of his lips touched his own. His body quivered, as the hand moved down his chest, and once more held his cock. It was again hard, and getting harder.

    He felt the body move off his, and as he looked at Kelly, he felt nothing but adoration for him. He couldn’t think of being without him, of not having him next to his side, dressed or not. It was a strange feeling for him, because he never really believed in love or all that mushy stuff. He believed in sex, in the feelings good hard sex gave him, but existing alone, wasn’t a fear he had. Still, being with Kelly had somehow changed all that, without him even really knowing it.

    That was why he was so frightened by the changes in Kelly, by the looks he gave him, or the way he would examine him. He could feel the ache in his heart, the very spot in that pumping organ where he held his feelings for Kelly, rested. It was unsettled, anxious, yet as he felt Kelly lean up on an elbow and just stare at him, he could only revel in the moment. There seemed to be so much love in his eyes, despite the other flashes of sorrow, of sadness.

    The noise of the crowd, the cheers, boos even, seemed somewhere else, as he sat there, looking at Kelly and Kelly look back at him. He felt his body ache, felt Kelly’s own body aching as well. His heart trembled, and so did Kelly’s. He felt himself becoming flushed, as he thought about that moment last night, when Kelly finally mounted him, took him on a ride he had never had before.

    The simple way he had turned him over, to be on his stomach. How he had done to his back what he had done to his front. The touch of his hand, that traced every curve in his back, that felt every ridge of his spine, all made for a growing excitement that was never ending.

    He had leaned against him, had ran his hand under his hair, feeling his scalp, had even bent over him and kissed the back of his neck several time. He had licked at the jaw, then let his tongue work up to his ears, where he licked around the lobe, pushing at it with the tongue.

    Then he just ran a finger along the tip of it, then suddenly was nibbling on the lobe itself. He could still feel the teeth as they bit into his flesh, pulling at it, then soothing the ear with his tongue, licked at the inside as well, pushing the tongue all the way into the ear, as it had once been pushed into his rectum. He shivered then, moaned too, as the hand was caressing his back, while his tongue filled his ear cavity, and made him feel weak. His hands had moved outwards, and his legs now spread apart, as he wondered if Kelly would once more delve into his cheeks. If once more he would taste him with his tongue.

    As if he had read his mind, he felt the tongue leave his ear, then over to his neck, then under the base of his head. The tongue moved down his spine, lightly pressing against the small ridges of his bones, and down and down it continued, until it licked once more at the top of his buttocks, where his cheeks met his torso.

    His legs pushed open wider, as he began to pant a little, anticipating the rush of feelings that would come. Tyler felt the tongue lick at him, then the hands reach out and spread his cheeks, as once more the tongue journeyed down his valley, until it reach the tiny pink hole. Once more it circled, tasting him, teasing him. Then it flicked out, pushing past the weak protest of his muscle. Entry was quick, and easy but not long lasting. He felt himself become deflated, but then he felt the finger now retracing the steps just taken by Kelly’s tongue.

    The tip of the finger was now around his hole, lightly touching him, circling and then crossing over the pink hole that quivered and puckered, wanting its full attention. He felt his muscles coiling up inside, felt his chest heaving as he struggled for air, as the tip of the finger lightly pressed on the pink hole. He groaned, feeling his body squirm a little, then lift up a bit.

    As his hips lifted up, the finger suddenly dove inwards. It pushed past his hole with ease, and he winced a little, feeling the press inside, feeling it twist a little as it drove in quickly. He felt the knuckles pressing between his cheeks, the other fingers resting on the jiggling mounds of his buttocks. The finger probed him hard and then moved from side to side, then back out, then back in. Several hard quick thrusts, then suddenly his hole was stretched wider, as a second finger joined the first. He cried out as both drove inside of him, twisting as they moved down his tender tunnel.

    In and out they went, going fast one second, dead slow the next. He felt his body twisting around the two probing fingers, his body squirming as his hands were up at his head. He felt himself moaning, muttering under his groans, begging Kelly for more, begging him to take him.

    There was some movement over him, he felt Kelly’s body on top, felt his weight as he leaned over and fumbled with stuff on his nightstand, knowing exactly what he was looking for. ‘In the drawer’ he muttered, as the ache in his buttocks was growing, as the weight of Kelly on top only spurred his desire even more.

    The sound of plastic being ripped, of the sudden lifting of the weight on his body told him Kelly had found the condoms. He felt his insides trembling, felt his muscles tightening, and his heart begin to pound even more than before. He felt his teeth biting at his lower lip as Kelly’s hand slapped his rump, then pushed his legs further apart. Tyler felt his body in between his legs, felt his knees pressing up against his inner thighs.

    Thinking about it now, he remembered smelling that sweet scent, the smell of Kelly’s shampoo and body wash. It was there, faint but somehow it had filled his nostril, making him drink in the scent as much as possible, while Kelly positioned himself. Odd how he could remember that, even then. Stranger still was how he could recall every detail, every single touch.

    How Kelly’s hand had gently moved around the lower part of his buttock, how the fingers had once more probed his valley, then tunnel. How he had grunted as Kelly had used three fingers to pry his hole open, to force it to stretch. Then he felt the throbbing pole itself. The head was near his cheeks, the heat from it feeling like it was on fire.

    His whole body tensed up, his nerves were tingling, eager for that moment, as he turned his head, lifting it up slightly to peer back over his shoulder. He could see the hair dangling over his backside, see the way the strands wrapped around the gaunt face, even notice how the nostrils were flaring with each breathe Kelly took. It made him sigh, and then he felt his head hit the bed, felt his hands reach out and grab hold of the sheets, bunching some of the material up into a ball in his fists.

    Kelly’s cock had pushed his cheeks apart, was wedged up against the tiny puckering hole, the sacred barrier to his insides. It quivered as it felt the power of the hard flesh pressing against it. Deep inside, Tyler could feel the throbbing pulse, knowing it was coming from Kelly’s heart, and then the pain came to him.

    The hard push, the quick penetration lasted a mere instant. Yet as it pushed past his pink hole, his whole body shook. His legs grew taut, his arms tightened, and his fists dug into the palms, the nails digging deep into his skin. He cried out, a sort of whimper more than a cry, as he felt the hard pole slice into him, and stop.

    Tyler could feel his muscles shiver, feel them grow accustomed to the thick pole they were suddenly wrapped around. He took a breath, as slowly he felt the pole begin to move further in. He bit his lip, hard as the waves of pleasure were suddenly racing through his whole being. His eyes were fluttering, then they closed tight as the rolling waves continued to race up and down his body. His heart was quickened, his pulse racing so hard he could feel it make the bed tremble a little. The hard beat of his blood rushing through every vein and artery was unreal.

    It was like he could feel every drop as it rushed around, going all down his body, back up and through his heart and brain. His head felt like it was spinning, and he could hear himself panting, hear the growing thunder in his ears as his heart switched gears, seeming to go into overdrive.

    The ache in his chest was just one of thousands of aches in his whole body. His legs were growing numb, twitching as he began to feel the cock inside. It was thick, thicker than he could remember it ever being. It stretched his insides, as it dug deeper than ever before. It touched him in places that had never been touched. Its power was amazing, as he swallowed, trying to take control, failing as his mind ignored his thoughts.

    The sound of flesh smacking into flesh echoed in his ears, and he could feel his body shake as he heard each smack. He groaned, louder as the bed shook to the hard pounding the body above was taking. His mind was caught up in all the emotions that swirled around inside.

    Tyler had never felt so full, or so much pleasure. Not even the feelings from earlier seemed as intense as he felt Kelly’s cock ploughing into him, digging deeper with each hard thrust. Then it would stop for a second, then slowly Kelly would pull back, the cock moving very slowly back out, making him tremble. Just when he would think he would lose it, when the cock might be taken from it, Kelly would shove it back inside.

    He would twist his hips, driving the cock into the sides of his tunnel, into his muscles and nerve endings. His body would shake, his toes would curl up and then stretch outwards, letting the pleasure roll through every part of his body. Sweat was dripping off his forehead, and his body.

    He could feel the drops on his back, knowing it was from Kelly. The long blonde hairs would rake his back, as he heard the grunts and groan echo. His whole body seemed to be listening, as he heard his breathing grow harder, more shallow. He felt the ache inside, felt his own cock ache as it was pushed against the bed sheets, each hard thrust into his butt pushing the cock upwards. He felt the heat, the friction, yet he could only think of the joy he was feeling deep in his rectum.

    Kelly pounded his ass for ages, or so it had seemed. Sweat made the bed like a sponge, about ready to explode, and it was how his own cock felt too. Then he felt the cock suddenly leave his body. His legs were man handled until he was suddenly on his back, and he opened his eyes to see Kelly’s cock near his face. The hand was moving in a blur, stroking it furiously as Kelly was grunting hard. He looked up briefly, seeing the face constricted, seeing the strand of hair flying all around, as Kelly brought himself to the edge. Tyler licked his lips, realizing what was going to happen.

    He readied himself, as Kelly let out a loud hard cry and lurched his body forward. Tyler was ready and while one hand stroked his own cock, the other hand reached out to grab at Kelly’s. His head moved forward, and in one easy motion, he felt the cock slide past his lips. As he touched the hot skin, he felt the head jerk, and he closed his eyes, as he wrapped his lips around the throbbing cock.

    The cum was pouring down his throat before he had more than the head inside. It was hot, sticky as it rolled down his throat, almost gagging him, but he swallowed quickly as the hard pole shook between his lips. As the first stream was rolling down his throat, as he swallowed again and again, the second stream was already flooding his mouth. He gagged, knowing some was already dripping out of his mouth, rolling down his chin, but he held firm, as the body above pressed down on him.

    He swallowed faster, as the thick cream overwhelmed him. His own legs were taut, as his hand flew up and down his own shaft, as he tasted the hot milk from Kelly. As the cock shook in his mouth, as his balls began to sling up, the last of Kelly’s milk dribbled out.

    Kelly was exhausted, and the cock was pulled from Tyler’s grasp. Opening his eyes he saw Kelly leaning back, his body spent. His chest was heaving, like a piston at full throttle. The explosion came, from his own body and he watched his cum fly from between his hand, arching up and over in the space between him and Kelly. He could see the globs of his own cum as it landed on the leg next to his. He saw it strike, saw the leg flinch as his one and only shot landed. He too felt himself falling back, spent and exhausted. His body was soaked by his sweat, as he struggled to breath, but all he could see was vague images.

    He blinked, as he realized people all around him were standing up, stretching and moving off. The game had ended, and he looked around, to see everyone shuffling down the cement steps. He felt his grandfather standing up and the moment had passed. Kelly was also slowly getting up off the seat, and in a line they moved down with the rest of the fans.

    Tyler had no idea who had even won, as his heart felt like he had just lost a part of himself. He had understood, at last, as he didn’t want today to end. Moving along he finally came to the gate, where he stepped aside, and waited for Kelly.

    His grandfather moved past first, giving him a strange sad look, almost as if the old geezer knew. For a second he wished the old man hadn’t been with them, but he was. Nothing he could do about that as finally Kelly emerged from the throng of people. He stood in front of Tyler, his eyes holding his.

    ‘When?’

    ‘Wednesday morning’

    ‘Will I see you tonight?’

    ‘Tonight, tomorrow night, and right until I leave, if you want.’

    ‘I want’

    ‘You’ll be careful?’

    ‘Yes’

    He glanced down at his feet, not sure what else to say. His heart hurt, the ache in his body wasn’t from last night, but from the loss he was about to feel. Tyler wanted to reach out, to take Kelly in his arms, but he couldn’t. Not with all the people milling around, jostling and pushing. But later, tonight and until he left, he would hold him.

    Tears were at the corner of his eyes, as he tried to smile, as Kelly finally broke their contact, moving off to his own car. Tyler instead turned, to find his grandfather still standing there, waiting for him.

    ‘You know?’

    ‘About him joining up? Yep I know.’

    ‘How?’

    ‘All those trips for candy, drinks, he told me then.’

    ‘I don’t he never told me, least not in words.’

    ‘Didn’t have to, now did he?’

    He looked up at his grandfather, as they came to the car. Tyler saw how he looked at him, with a sense of love that he hadn’t seen from anyone in his family. It was strange, but he felt closer to his grandfather than his own mother or father.

    Adjusting the seat belt, he stared out, the tears beginning to roll down his face. ‘No, guess not.’

    ‘Your grandmother and me, it was how it was with us as well, its real love Tyler, there is no other way to say it.’

    He turned to stare at his grandfather. For a second he wasn’t sure what to say, then the old man just opened his arms, and Tyler fell into them, feeling them wrap around his sobbing body. At last, he wasn’t alone with his secret, as his body shook while he cried.


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  • My First Time – I want you

    I’m a white guy in my early 50’s and had been what you might call a ‘Flamming Hetrosexual’. I have had numerous relationships with women (both long and short term) and had never thought of what it might be like to be with another man. However, sometime in my middle 40’s, I began to fantasize what it might be like to submit to a guy and though I did not act out my fantasy I could not stop thinking about what it might be like.

    Finally, I worked up enough nerve to buy a gay porno flick and after viewing it over and over, I found that I was becoming increasingly excited about ‘giving it up’ to another guy. Having absolutely no idea of how to go about it and being the logical methodical guy that I am, I began surfing the web and eventually settled on a couple of chat rooms where I set about to get as much info as I could.

    Most of the guys that I chatted with were extremely helpful giving me the lowdown on about everything that I needed to know. Most of them were pretty unamimous on a couple of things. First, each guy was careful to tell me that it was best to find a top guy with plenty of experience. Second, for a first timer like me, it would be best to be opened up by a guy with a small to medium-sized cock.

    Of course, I was a bit incredulous at this second piece of advice: How the hell do you know a guy’s cock size before the Moment of Truth? (Though many guys who advertised on the web showed pictures of their cocks, many did not.) Still, I knew that the time had come for me to act on my fantasy.

    After about two weeks of looking at and answering ads on the various gay websites, I was beginning to get a bit discouraged. Most of the guys that I spoke to or eventually had a drink with were just not what I was after. Some were too young, some were macho to the point that I was turned off, and some just did not seem to be interested in a first timer like myself.

    Finally, I answered an ad by a guy, like myself, in his mid-fifties. I was pleasantly surprised when I met him for drinks as he was in great physical condition, like myself, had a pleasant, easy going attitude and exuded a self confidence that really appealed to me.

    I did not wish to give away my status as a ‘virgin’ so I acted as if I had been doing this for awhile. I could see that he was attracted to me and when he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place, I readily accepted.

    When we got to his place, we sat down in his living room for a glass of wine. At this point I guess my nervousness began to show. He smiled easily at me and casually mentioned that I had a great body and that he was really glad that I had accepted his invitation to come over. I tried to be as cool as possible and told him that I needed another glass of wine.

    When he brought the wine, he sat down across from me and casually rubbed his crotch saying, ‘You know, I haven’t gotten off for over a week’. Trying to appear as cool as possible (even though I was nervous as hell) I replied, ‘Well, you really should take care of that problem’. He smiled back at me and said, ‘It’s been a long day for me and I need to take a shower; how about you?’

    I thought to myself, ‘Well, it’s time; you may as well go through with it.’ WIthout speaking, I nodded to him and followed him to the bathroom. As I took my clothes off, he watched me approvingly and I stepped into the shower. After the shower I stepped out and he began disrobing. Again, trying to appear cool, I watched as my own feelings of excitment and nervousness built.

    As he stripped down to his underwear, he smiled at me and casually lowered his briefs. As I saw his cock, I knew that I may have made a bad choice for my first time. Although his cock was far from erect, I could see that he was extremely well hung. He was considerably bigger than me both in length and thickness and for some reason this tremendously excited me.

    He stepped into the shower and I numbly watched him while he lathered up his cock. He caught me watching his big piece of meat and smiled broadly, obviously enjoying putting on a show for me. He then stepped out of the shower and casually dryed himself, again enjoying the fact that I could not take my eyes off his cock. When he wss dry, I started to walk back out into the living room but he stopped me and casually said, let’s take of something first.’ At this, he had me bend over and place both of my hands on the sink. He then produced a large tube of lubricant and, after slowly spreading the cheeks of my ass, very gently eased the long nozzle on the tube up into my extremely nervous, tight asshole. I shivered as the cold nozzle went up my rectum and shook even worse as he squeezed the lubricant into me. Although he was very gentle, he was very firm in pressing down on my shoulders while he completed the task.

    When I stood up, he took my hand and we walked back to the living room. We both sat on the floor, across from each other, drinking our wine. Again, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock. It seemed twice as big as mine; long and thick, draped casually across his leg. I was fighting the urge to grab my clothes and run when he again smiled that great, easy smile of his and said, ‘So, you’re going to help me out, eh?’ I nodded numbly, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

    At this point, he gently lifted my arm and helped me to my feet. I was trembling as if it were freezing in the room but he firmly took my arm and led me into the bedroom. He took a pillow off his bed and threw it on the floor at my feet. ‘OK, lover, get down on your knees.’ Although I was still nervous and badly scared, those words strangely excited me. I was now at the point that I had fantasized about: On my knees, staring at a cock, only inches from my face. ‘OK, lover, show him him how much you like him.’ Again, his words excited me. Trying to remember what I had seen in the porno movies, I gently took the large cock in my hands and gently pushed back the skin to expose the cock head even further. I began to gently lick the soft head, first on the front and sides and eventually running my tongue around the head as if it were an ice cream cone.

    His breathing began to increase rapidly and I could tell that he was pleased with what I was doing. At this point, I put the entire head inside of my mouth, and begin to gently move the head in and out of my mouth with gentle popping noises. At this, he began to breathe even more heavy and the already large cock began to grow, becoming even more long and thicker. At this point, I became even more excited, just at the thought that I had brought about this change and that I was submitting to this great guy.

    I continued working on his cock and stopped for a moment to take a closer look at what I was servicing. I was both amazed and frightened at what I was holding in my hands. Although I had seen plenty of guys naked in shower rooms and the like, this was the first time I had seen a guy (outside porno flicks, of course)fully erect and ready for business. I don’t know what I could compare his cock with; it was as hard as steel and heavily veined. When I had started working on him, his cock hole had been tightly closed; almost imperceptable, now it was partially open. His cock head was a rosy pink and shiny to look at.

    But I did not get to look at it very long. He placed one hand on the back of my head with the other hand gripping one of my ears and began to gently fuck my face. It was all I could do to open my mouth wide enough to take in the enormous piece of meat. Although he could have probably strangled me, he was very careful to only put the cock in to the back of my throat and I don’t believe he caused me to gag once.

    Although I was excited, I could not help but be concerned as to what I was going to do if he had his orgasm then. I was gripping his hips while he fed me that huge cock and I knew I was going to be helpless when he did orgasm. I remembered the advice that I had gotten on the web, that when a guy would cum, it was best to take the cockhead in as much as possible and let the cum slide down the throat. Little did I know that this would have been the least of my problems.

    Suddenly, he stopped pumping my face and slowly took his cock out of my mouth. Again, he smiled at me and said, ‘OK, lover, I know what you need.’ Without giving me a chance to respond, he reached back on the bed and produced a condom. He slowly tore it out of the wrapper and very deliberately put it on his swollen member. All I could think to myself was, ‘No Fucking Way’. I remembered that back in the chat room I had asked the specific question to my experienced chat mates, ‘What if the guy’s cock is just too big to accomodate?’ Most of the replies were along the lines of, ‘Give him a good blow job and get out of there!’

    It was too late for that now. Again, I was absolutely terrified and contemplating getting my clothes and getting the hell out of there. However, it was too late. He gently lifted me to my feet and pulled me to the bed. At this point, all I could think of was, ‘I’ll pretend to try to accomodate him; tell him I can’t; blow him and get out.’ It was a nice plan, but it didn’t work.

    He positioned me on the bed, doggy style, spread my legs and, with one hand, gently spread my cheeks. With the other hand, he positioned the head of his cock against my asshole. When that big head pressed against my tightly puckered rectum, all that I could think of was again, ‘No Fucking Way.’ He gently tried to push the cock head into me. Each time he tried, I involuntarily moved away. At first, he was very gentle in attempting to penetrate me but finally, Smack! Smack! He hit me twice on my ass telling me to quit moving. All I could say was, ‘I can’t take it, I can’t take it.’

    At this point, he roughly jerked me up from the bed. At this point, I thought that he would be satisfied with a blow job but, instead, he threw me across the back of a large chair in the bedroom, and told me, ‘You’re going to take it, lover.’ I knew then that it was all over.

    Because of the size of the chair and the angle that I was bent over, I was totally helpless. I had absolutely no leverage and all that I could do was to grip the arms of the chair. I was totally terrified; I was certain that I was going to be injured in some way. Again, I hearkened back to my conversations in the chat room and remembered that almost all my chat mates had advised that the best thing I could do during my first time was to relax my anal muscles and to not tense up. I knew that escape was out of the question and that it would be best for me to follow that advice.

    He stood behind me, utterly confident, knowing that he was in complete charge. He gently massaged my ass cheeks and began telling to relax and enjoy it. ‘OK, lover, spread your legs for me.’ Although I was still terrified, his words again strangely excited me. I spread my legs and waited for the inevitable. Because my legs were widely spread, he placed one hand on the small of my back. WIth his other hand, he placed the head of his cock up against my helpless little asshole.

    When I felt the giant head press against my rectum, my eyes probably looked as if they would come out of my head. As he penetrated me, all I could think of was ‘relax, relax’. Slowly, gradually, my rectum gave way and I felt the head slide into me. Finally, I felt my asshole close around the ridge behnd his cockhead. Although I had expected pain, instead I felt a strange please and the previously unexperienced excitement of being penetrated. At this point, my lover began talking dirty to me which contributed even my to my excitement. ‘You like it don’t you? You needed this didn’t you?’ I could only answer his talk by some inaudible whimpers. ‘I think I’ll head fuck you for awhile’ he said and then proceeded to move his cock head in and out of my asshole; never taking it completely out and putting it back in to the point of my rectum again closing tightly behind the ridge of his weapon.

    I can’t tell how long this went on. He was an absolute master. Still talking dirty to me and moving that cock head in and out of me. Gradually, my asshole relaxed to point that I was accepting him easily. He seemed to sense this and told me, ‘OK lover, let’s feed your tight little asshole some cock.’ With this, he began putting more of his massive cock into my now more-compliant asshole. He would ease in a little more, move it in and out for awhile and then give me more. Again this went on for a period that I can’t even estimate. All I knew was that I was getting my cherry utterly busted and there I was nothing I could do about it but bend over and take it.

    The dirty talk never ceased. ‘It’s almost all in lover. How do you like getting your brains fucked out?’ Again, I could do nothing but whimper. He was really enjoying himself, telling me, ‘I’m going to fuck you good boy; you’ll be coming back to me wheneve I want you.’ And, again, nothing out of me but whimpers. It seemed at this point that all I could think of was, ‘Where in the hell are his balls?’ I knew that when I could feel his balls against my ass, I had accomodated this cock and that was what I was trying to do. Finally, he said, ‘Hey lover, one more inch and he’s all in. Ready for it?’ All I could do was to nod my head. He very deliberately spread the cheeks of my ass and with one good shove drove the rest of that monster up into my ass.

    The quick move surprised me. At this point, I let out a yell; the first time that I had done so. The feeling of having the entire length of my lovers cock inside of me was indescrible. He must have been reading my mind when he said, ‘What’s it like lover, what’s it like having Nine and a Half inches up your tight little ass?’ I moaned softly and said, ‘I don’t know how I took it.’ He laughed and said, ‘OK lover, are you ready for it?’ I had no idea what he was talking about but in the next instant I found out.

    My lover repositioned his feet and put his incredably strong hands on my ass. He again spread my butt cheeks as wide as they could go and said, ‘OK lover, know you’re really going to give it up.’ With that, he began fucking me, hard and fast. For the next ten minutes, my only sensations were his body slamming against my helpless ass. All the noise in the room was the smacking of his flesh next to mine along with my moans. Again, the new feeling of being totally conquered excited me to a degree that I had never imagined.

    Suddenly I experienced a new sensation. During the entire session, my own cock had remained limp, due to my own fear I suppose.

    Now I became conscious that it was as hard as a rock and that as my lover’s balls hit mine, I was about to have my own orgasm. When it hit, I cannot possible describe the sensation. Wave after wave hit me and it seemed to me that I would never stop coming. The jerking of my cock hitting the back of the chair went unnoticed by my lover; He was too intent on pounding my asshole (‘breaking me in’ he laughingly told me later.)

    Finally, his frantic slamming against my poor asshole slowed. He slowly pulled is cock out of me and pulled me up. He slowly pushed me to my knees and said, ‘Lover, you’re a great piece of ass; How’d you like a nice facial?’ Without waiting for a reply, he pushed me to my knees and tore off the condom. He then pushed his cock into my mouth holding on to both sides of my head. I was too exhausted to resist. After only a few seconds, he took his cock out of my mouth telling me only, ‘Take it lover’ I put both of my hands around the cock when he moaned ‘Here it comes’. Freezing, I could only wrap my hands tightly around the cock. Suddenly, the hole at the end of his cock opened more. Then four or five drops came dribbling out. For an instant I thought, ‘A cock as big as this and this is all the cum that he puts out?’ Then it hit. As he moaned, the first stream of cum came out hitting me directly in my face. I couldn’t believe the force of it. Then came the second, a third, and even a fourth stream of hot sticky cum directly into my face. I simply couldn’t believe how much semen came out of the guy. Finally, he finished. And, finally, that huge cock began to go soft. I kept it in my hands while I gently wiped the cock head into the pools of cum dripping from my face and then licked the head off. Although I didn’t know how I would react to the taste of cum, I discovered that it was not too bad and that I would probably become accustomed to it.

    My lover was pleased at my reaction and handed me a towel to wipe my face off. He sat down on the floor beside me and said, ‘You are one great piece of ass, you know that?’ I could only smile numbly and nod my head thank you. He suddenly laughed and said, ‘Looks like you had a good time too’ pointing at the chair that I had jus been drapped across. When I looked I couldn’t believe it. Down the back of the chair was the longest stream of cum that I think I have ever shot in my life. We both laughed and he said to me, ‘You know, I’d like to see you again.’ I nodded my head. I knew that I wanted the same thing. Then I did something that surprised even me. I asked him if he always shot that massive amount of seman. His reply was that his first shot was always heavy but that subsequent shots were much lighter. I knew what I wanted. I asked him if I could suck his cock, all the way, before I left. He smiled and said to give him an hour to recover.

    We each had another glass or two of wine and he said that he was ready for another session. I then got back on my knees and began sucking his cock until he was hard and ready again. I looked up and told him, ‘When you’re ready to shoot, don’t worry; I want your cum. Put your hands behind my head and shoot it down my throat.’ He smiled and told me that he believed that he could handle that. I began sucking him; holding his ass firmly in my hands and him holding my head firmly in his hands. Within five minutes, I finally realized the last of my fantasies concerning another guy. His hips began to jerk followed by the jerking of his beautiful cock. Again, with a ‘Here it comes’, he poured his load into my mouth, down my more than willing throat. I took every drop, having the exquisite feeling of having that huge cock go limp in my mouth. We were both utterly exausted. It had been a hell of a day.

    Since then, my lover and I have established a schedule of at least once a week that I go over to his place and satisfy him with both my ass and mouth. I believe that he would like to have me more often but since I walk like a cowboy after each one of our sessions I don’t think I could take him any more than that. At any rate, it appears to be working and I will always be grateful that I found a guy such as him for my first time.

    As for all of you out there who are still waiting for your first time my advice is to take your time and get a top who is patient and experienced. As for cock size, well, its your preference but for me, once I got past the fright, bigger did turn out to be better.


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  • Lonely Boy

    The holidays always sucked for Kelly, it was depressing really. It reminded him too much of how alone he felt, despite the fact that he had a full address book of names. Some were casual lays, others were dear friends, who he could always count on, no matter what. Yet at this time of year he always felt blue, left out.

    Many of his closer friends were off shopping for family, or rushing to get ready for journey’s home, while he sat in his studio apartment alone. His holidays were already set in stone, or so it seemed. While some would journey to the local night spots, he opted to stay away.

    Besides, most of the bars were rather dead. They only helped remind him of what he was missing out on. It wasn’t like he couldn’t go home, but those times when he had were nightmares he’d rather not repeat. The ‘family’ just weren’t gay friendly and it always took him longer to get back into the groove than if he just stayed away.

    He wasn’t old, but he felt ancient at times like this. Kelly was just 25, had short dark hair and was fairly well built for a short guy. Standing just about 3 inches under six foot, weighing in at about 140 wasn’t bad, all things considered. As a kid he was a lot heavier and as a twink he was a damn site skinnier. For now he thought he was at the ideal weight and look.

    Still it didn’t fill his evenings with Mister Right, which is what he truly wanted. Not to just have mindless sex either. He had plenty of that as a twink, and even now if he wished, but he didn’t. Call him a romantic, but he wanted to sit with a person, curl up in their arms and be held. It wasn’t always about the sex, though he kind of wanted that too, though his type of sex. Not some vanilla crap either, or too extreme.

    For him, he liked to have his butt worked, but not always with a stiff dick. To have someone who would worship his ass, to kiss it and play with it was something he dreamed of constantly. Despite his vast experience with others, there weren’t many who could handle his special needs.

    To most, his cute little ass was best for ploughing with their dick, not for tender love making. A few had tried, most had failed horribly. They never seemed to want to make it last, or to make it anything but a passing stop on the way to intercourse. While he loved a good dick up the ass, he also wished some would do much more.

    The rumble in his stomach reminded him that it was time to head off for dinner. For a second he thought about foregoing his Thanksgiving ritual of eating down the street at Mike’s Diner, but then he would regret not seeing Tyler. Least his little routine gave him some food for dreaming, as well as nourishment for his tummy.

    Hell, one day he might break down and actually ask Tyler out, for a drink or something. The guy was Kelly’s perfect ideal of a man. To begin with, Tyler was taller, but a bit thinner. He always wore his hair cut in a shag style, that was also frosted at tips and streaked too. It was unusual and yet not. It suited Tyler’s build and face.

    Unlike Kelly, who had a button nose, Tyler had a rather thin more Roman styled nose. His lips were thinner than Kelly’s but redder in color. His hair was mostly a dirty blond, though Kelly wondered if the light streaks of golden blond weren’t the real color. Be fun to find out, as Tyler always seemed to have a nice basket showing when Kelly would walk in to Mike’s.

    Tyler had a nice caboose too. The way it would fill his jeans, and hold its form as he walked always gave Kelly a bit of a rush. He really would like to dig between those mounds of flesh, to taste the hot flesh between the cheeks. He bet it would be slightly salty, and every so tasty, but he just never had the nerve to ask him out.

    Without even realizing it, Kelly was at Mike’s Diner. He looked in through the steamed windows to see a few tables occupied but otherwise rather empty. Typical he thought, as it was Thanksgiving and only losers like him were eating out at Mike’s. Walking in, he felt the blast of heat and the smells of grease assail his nostrils. Even if it was for losers, he rather felt comfortable. Least here no one would be asking if he had grown out of his ‘queer phase’ yet like his Mother always did.

    His brother was worse, but it was the look of disdain he would get from his Father that would seal the whole visit. The way he would sneer, saying that one day Kelly would see the error of his ways, and return to GOD’s chosen path. The condescending attitude with the odd bible phrase thrown in would only encourage the others. At Mike’s he didn’t have to deal with that kind of shit.

    He took his seat, and looked around. The few others in the place were already finishing. Most were on their coffee already which was odd. It wasn’t that late as he turned to look for Tyler. The counter looked cleaned, as it usually looked just before closing. Hell some of the chairs were already up on the centre tables which seemed odd.

    Kelly looked at his watch, when he felt Tyler’s presence. Glancing up, he immediately felt his body stiffen, and his jaw must of opened as Tyler swung his body inwards, sitting down across from Kelly.

    ‘Guess you didn’t hear huh?’

    ‘Hear what?’

    ‘Mike’s closing, for the holidays.’

    Typical he thought. Just one more night of being totally alone. He hated this feeling, wishing that maybe he had taken up Sharon’s offer to join her and her lover for dinner. While it had been tempting, the idea of sitting and watching those two make eyes at each other was just too much to handle on a holiday. It reminded him, too much, of what he was missing, and wanting for himself.

    ‘Shit, no I didn’t. The grill still on?’

    ‘For a bit, you want Turkey or anything special, it’ll have to be take out.’

    ‘Okay, guess Turkey to go, with the works.’

    Truth was, he felt like just leaving but then he didn’t have much in his fridge, and the growling of his stomach insisted on him getting something, even if he only pecked at it.

    ‘Cool, uh you live close?’

    ‘Around the block, why?’

    ‘I am off, wanna maybe share dinner? I didn’t get any supper, worked the morning shift as well.’

    ‘Uh, sure, I mean if you want.’

    ‘Great, won’t be long. I’ll just go cash out, place the order and we can head off, you sure you don’t mind?’

    ‘No, no fine.’

    He watched as Tyler stood back up. The way he looked down at him, smiling, only made the ache in his groin grow. It was like something out of his dreams, or out of some romance novel. To have Tyler actually coming to his place, gave his imagination a lot to think about.

    He tried to not let his imagination take flight, but it was friggin hard. Specially the walk back to his place once the food was all ready. The closeness, the way he could just breath in, smelling not just the aroma of the food, but Tyler as well, wasn’t helping any. Kelly felt nervous, but as he passed the bag of food to Tyler, while fumbling for his apartment keys, he realized that the place was a mess.

    Christ he hoped he hadn’t left out anything incriminating, like his magazines, or worse, his bright pink butt plug. The idea of Tyler seeing that made him both giddy as well as petrified. Opening the door, he walked in, standing slightly aside to let Tyler in. As he did, he noticed over on the coffee table, the pink butt plug. His face fell as Tyler walked in, his stare right at the coffee table.

    He stared at the table, then glanced around the room, while taking off his jacket. He walked over to the table with the bag of food, and turned to Kelly.

    ‘I got the blue one, looks nicer on the dresser’

    Kelly couldn’t believe it, as he just stood there, his jaw hanging open. The grin on Tyler’s face was amazing, as it seemed to just light up his whole face, making him look younger than he normally looked. He guessed 23 or so, but wasn’t sure. As he had turned, there was no mistaking that bulge either, and Kelly found his eyes gravitating down towards Tyler’s crotch.

    ‘I uh, sorry, I don’t normally leave it out, I uh, I wasn’t expecting company.’

    Tyler put the food down on the coffee table as he picked up the dildo, and tested its weight.

    ‘Oh? You wear it that often, can kind of stretch the old muscles if you keep it in too long’

    Kelly couldn’t help but give a nervous giggle. To think of him wearing it all the time was crazy, but he also wouldn’t mind having Tyler playing with it while he did. His eyes moved up from the hard lump in Tyler’s pants to stare up at his face. The eyes seemed to be sparkling, as he kept glancing at the butt plug, then over at Kelly. It was like he was trying to see how it would fit, through Kelly’s clothes.

    ‘Uh, no, I just uh, well uh.. oh hell, when I am in the mood for jerking off, I kind of, well you know.’

    Tyler just smiled as he threw the butt plug up in the air, and caught it in his one hand, while his other hand was rubbing his front. He licked his lips, as he turned from looking at the butt plug and Kelly, to the large brown bag of food.

    ‘We can always reheat it you know.’

    Kelly just looked at Tyler, blinking rather fast as he couldn’t really believe Tyler was saying what he was saying. It was more than what he had dreamed about, let alone thought possible. He didn’t know what to say, but he did feel his pants tenting even more, as he just stood there, feeling very warm and very horny.

    Tyler bent over, putting the butt plug on the table, then picked up the bag of food and walked over to the small kitchen area. His hips swayed a bit as he walked, which drew Kelly’s eyes towards his butt. He couldn’t help but stare at those perfect orbs, wondering how the pink butt plug would look between those two cheeks.

    He was so absorbed by his fantasy, he didn’t see Tyler drop the bag on the counter, and turn to face him. All he noticed was that suddenly he was staring at the crotch, not the firm butt cheeks. He looked up to see Tyler staring at him, his eyes boring in on Kelly’s own crotch, and there was something else in the look. It was almost as if there was a growing cloud in them, one like a gathering storm over a clear blue sky. He looked at them, feeling like he was peering into a coming thunder storm.

    Turning away, he watched how Tyler seemed to take charge of everything, The way he just seem to dominate the room, as he walked slowly back towards Kelly, his eyes fixed on Kelly’s face. The way he crossed one leg over in front of the other, which made the hips push out one way then the other. It was all like watching a movie, where the seductress approaches the helpless male. It was how he was feeling when he realized Tyler was now in front of him, within easy touching reach.

    Tyler looked down at Kelly, and yet Kelly didn’t feel scared or frightened. He looked up, watching as Tyler removed his shirt, and let it drop to the floor. Then just as quickly he unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. As he did, he bent over, keeping his face looking at Kelly’s face.

    The shoes were kicked off, and then the pants stepped out of. He stood back up, the obvious bulge in his shorts showing his excitement. Kelly licked his lips, as he quickly shucked his shirt off, throwing it behind him, and then he kicked off his runners, while fumbling with his belt and pants.

    The grin on Tyler’s face grew wider as he reached forward, to unbuckle the belt, and the button. Then he let Kelly continue to unzip and push his own jeans down, while he pushed his shorts down his long legs. The spring of the cock that came free startled him for a second, then held his attention as he quickly pushed his pants and underwear down in one motion. His own cock was fully aroused as it came free, awaiting Tyler’s examination.

    He felt a bit uneasy, wondering if he would measure up, as he stared at the long thick cock jutting straight out from a bushy brush of blond pubic hairs.

    Kelly felt Tyler staring at his cock, but didn’t look up. He was too amazed at the sight of the other’s cock. He could see the vein underneath, at how it seemed to pulse as the blood flowed through it. The head was thick and angry looking, mottled in purple but the shaft was nearly white just under the head, more pink or skin tone halfway down and all the way back to the pubic hairs.

    He felt the hand on his shoulders, and finally looked up. As his chin lifted, he felt Tyler’s breath on his face, then saw the looming face growing closer. The sudden touch of the young man’s lips on his made him tremble. His whole body shook, as he found his own hands reaching out, to hold onto Tyler’s hips.

    The touch of his fingers on the warm flesh added to the rolling tremors inside, as he felt Tyler’s own excitement passing thru his finger tips. He held on tight, increasing his grip, as he felt their two bodies come closer, touching. The hard cock in front brushed past his inner thigh, and he felt the wetness of precum helping to glide it past. His own cock dug into the thigh, before it too passed between the legs.

    He felt his lips being pressed, felt the wet raspy edge of Tyler’s tongue digging at the space between his lips, prying his mouth open. He gulped as his jaw opened, and the long tongue came darting inside. He felt it lick at the roof of his mouth, then twirl and dart at his own tongue, that fought back. It was like duelling flat broad swords, as they kissed hard, and all the time he felt himself being guided backwards, towards the chesterfield.

    Kelly banged against the coffee table edge, then the back of his legs hit the chesterfield hard. He felt the sting, but ignored it as he held onto the quivering hips between his fingers. His mouth was split open wide, as Tyler’s tongue licked the very back of the mouth, then the inside of his cheeks, before leaving. The lips pressed hard on his, then he felt the kiss on the bridge of his nose, then over his eyes, as the man’s hands moved up and down his body. Kelly felt himself shaking, as the hands moved down his chest, then over to tweak a nipple, then back down his side.

    Slowly he felt himself lowered onto the chesterfield, with Tyler moving to more or less stand on the couch, leaning forward. His hands continued to explore his body, as he felt his breath quicken. Then he was slowly being turned over, to lay out on the chesterfield. One leg was draped off the couch, the other pressed up against the back of the chesterfield.

    Tyler leaned on him, and pulled his hair off to one side, as he kissed the side of Kelly’s face. Then he licked at his ear, biting his ear lobe for a second or two, before licking inside. He let his tongue follow the natural curves of the inner ear lobe, until it’s edge was licking at the very entry to the ear. He shuddered, as he lay there, enjoying the tongue licking, feeling it slide down his cheek, then onto his shoulder.

    Soft kisses were placed on each shoulder, then under his hair, at the very back where the neck joined the head. Then Tyler licked down, all the way down his spine. His whole body convulsed in rolling tremors, as the tongue moved up and down his spine. It stopped at the where his spine joined his buttocks.

    Tyler suddenly stopped, and just ran a finger lightly over his spine. The tip of the finger barely touching his skin, all the way from his neck, down towards his buttocks. He felt his muscles tense, felt the nerves tingling, as back and forth the finger moved, and then at the last downward stroke, it stopped at the opening to his valley.

    He felt his cheeks clench, as he held his breath. The finger pressed onto the small of his back, then slowly it pushed past the opening of the valley between his cheeks. It moved slowly down, the tip resting firmly on his inner flesh. His buttocks quivered, as finally the finger moved down towards his pink hole.

    Kelly moaned, as he felt the finger circle his opening, teasing him with its closeness. He felt the trembling in Tyler’s own body too, as the finger moved around and around his hole, then depart to trace further down, towards where his cock joined his torso.

    There was a bit of movement behind him, then he felt the hands reaching up and around his cheeks. He wanted to turn and lean back, to watch, but he couldn’t. His face was more or less, pushed into the arm of the chesterfield, as he felt his cheeks being pried open. The tips of each finger were placed on the inside of his butt cheeks, slowly pressing inwards, until they were digging hard into the soft flesh. Then he felt them pull the cheeks apart, heard a soft sigh escape Tyler’s lips.

    The tongue was suddenly licking at his crotch, where his cock root was. He groaned, as he felt it dig into his flesh, then slowly pull upwards, entering his valley, tasting his flesh. He moaned a bit more, his hands balled up into fists, as the tongue moved up and now circled his hole.

    Just as the finger had done, the tongue teased his hole, moving around and around it. At times the tip would move across the hole, the tip just grazing the centre, just barely touching the puckered hole. It made his head swim, his eyes close even tighter and his moans more intense. His body felt like it was on fire, as the tongue continued to swirl around, then suddenly, when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, the tongue pushed forwards.

    The hard tongue was pursed into a wedge shaped dart. It pushed at his puckered hole, pushed past the sinew muscle, and he cried out. It drove hard inside of his hole, licking at him, tasting him. He heard Tyler groan, heard his breath being sucked in, as his whole insides seemed to just explode.

    His chest ached, as he felt the tongue licking at his insides, felt it move in and out, moistening further his velvet lining. He felt his legs tremble, felt them quiver as the raging tremors found every single nerve he had. It was like a raging flood of lava, the hot wet feeling inside. It made his stomach ache, his throat become parched, as the tongue wiggled and pushed further inside. The hands continued to pull his cheeks apart, continued to try and split him in two, as the nose dug hard into his valley.

    Tyler pulled back, then took one hand, to work two of his fingers into the suddenly empty hole. He drove them in hard, twisting them as he did. Kelly cried out, moaning constantly as his hands hit the couch, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. He kept pushing them in and pulling them out, then he added a third finger, and drove all three in hard and fast. He pumped Kelly’s ass hard, twisting his hand all the way around, making Kelly cry out, making him moan louder with each loving thrust.

    He kept at it for several minutes, then he pulled out, and Kelly felt the press of his pink butt plug between his cheeks. He reached back with his hands, to help open his cheeks wider. He was breathing hard, as he felt the tapered tip press up against his hole, then slowly twist around as Tyler began to press it inwards. He grunted, as the plug was pushed all the way inside of him, stretching his insides beyond what he thought he could handle. He cried out, sweat poured from his brow, as he held his cheeks apart. His own fingers digging hard into his flesh, as the flat base of the butt plug pressed up inside. Kelly felt the fullness, biting his lower lip as Tyler slapped one cheek, then another, before twisting the butt plug a few more times. He jerked it out a bit, then pushed it in, out, then in and then suddenly it was over.

    He felt Tyler push his hands away, then reach and turn his body over. The butt plug still firmly inside of him. He lay on his back, as he saw Tyler leaning up over him. He had one leg against the back of the couch, the other on the edge, both his knees helping to keep Kelly’s legs tightly pressed together.

    Tyler sat on Kelly’s legs, as he reached down and began to stroke his cock. His eyes were fixed on Kelly’s face, as he bit his lower lip, while his hand moved up and down his shaft. He would bring his hand up every now and then, spit on it, then let it coat his cock, as he began to stroke himself even faster. Kelly could feel the butt plug inside, feel it as his muscles tried to push it out, unable to.

    His hair was flying a bit, sweat was dripping off his forehead, onto Kelly’s belly, as he watched Tyler stroking his cock. He could see it thicken, see it growing fatter as the hand became a blur. His eyes held firmly to the blurring motion of the hand, watching the cock shake and jerk, until he saw the slit open and close, then open again. This time a thick milky substance was starting to show, and he heard Tyler cry out, as the first stream of cum came flying out at him.

    It him in the chest, under one of his firm nipples. The stream making small splashes on his skin, as the second stream came out, striking him just above his groin, and onto his pubic hairs. Tyler’s groans were more like howls, as his body shook, as his hand was nothing but a blur. He was moving back and forth, his head tilted back, as his load came gushing out, spraying all over Kelly’s body.

    The man towering over him began to shake, to quiver, as he watched the hand slow down, saw the last of the cum being squeezed out, to dribble down the swollen cock head, to drop harmlessly onto Kelly’s thigh.

    He felt his own excitement, as Tyler collapsed on top of him. His body was sticky, and hot. His own body was still trembling, as he felt Tyler’s chest heaving on his, as the man tried to collect his breath. He could feel the press of the butt plug up into his prostate, feel it still pressing upwards, as Tyler continued to shake.

    He realized that Tyler was staring at him, and he opened his own eyes, to look back. He felt his heart quiver, felt it skip a beat or two, as Tyler licked his lips, then lightly kissed Kelly on his breast.

    ‘That’s what I call a nice appetizer’

    Kelly felt his legs clench even tighter, driving the butt plug inside a bit further. If this had been an appetizer, he couldn’t wait for the main course.


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  • Tuscan Remembrance

    As always, a trip to the hot spa and springs at Val d’Orcia had made me feel vigorous and virile. Rosella would be getting quite a workout tonight. I thanked my lucky stars that Rosella had been so accommodating after my wife and mistress had both died unexpectedly within months of each other two years ago. I couldn’t be more lucky to now have Rosella to turn to. But, no that wasn’t fully true. For that brief period, several decades ago, before I had to take over the family responsibilities, I had been happier. In recent weeks, I’d been coming more and more back to the memories of those too-few happy months of my youth – and to my American lover. I wondered now if this was a harbinger of the end of my days. I was only in my mid sixties and in as good a condition as considerable money and leisure could buy, but my family hadn’t been known for its longevity.

    It must have been these memories that caused me to pull off the highway and motor into the center of Lucca to break my trip back to Montebella, the family estate in the hills above Marina de Massa and the Ligurian Sea off the coast of Tuscany. When I’d left Val d’Orcia I could hardly wait to get back to my Tuscan vineyard in the lushest of all seasons, the September grape harvest time, and into Rosella’s arms. But the memories had crowded in as I neared Lucca, and I found myself homing in on that city’s Piazza dell’Anfiteatro – where I had met my American lover all those self-denying years ago.

    As I walked into the piazza and toward the Cafe del Mercato, I wondered if that sidewalk cafe was still as notorious as a pickup spot of a certain notorious kind as it was in my youth. And then, as the cafe came into view, my heart gave a lurch, and I could feel a now-rare awakening in my groin as well.

    Could it be? No, that was impossible. He looked just as Kyle had looked that first day. He was sitting at the same table, in the same chair, that Kyle, my American lover, had been sitting when I started into that last, heart-wrenching unspeakable affair. My last carefree hurrah before my duties to our ancient Tuscan family line had taken over my life and had hardened my heart to my own needs. This was the same muscular, blond American beauty of my youth – the very same youth. He wasn’t a day older than when I’d first seen him shining in the light filtering into the piazza and flashing that open, intoxicating American smile. And yet I was no longer the youth I had been then. Could it be that time stood still for Kyle when it started to rush in the set trenches of family duty for me all those years ago? No, it couldn’t be.

    I willed myself to just stroll on by the cafe, to keep tapping my gold-headed cane along the cobblestones and circle back to the car and speed back to Rosella’s accommodating arms. But then he smiled at me, that golden all-American boy smile, and my remembrances took hold of my feet and pulled me into the cafe.

    ‘Excuse me, young man,’ I said in my well-practiced English. ‘Is this seat taken?’

    ‘No, it isn’t,’ the young man answered with that glowing smile. ‘Please, please do join me.’

    ‘I’m sorry, but I was arrested by your visage,’ I said. ‘You look so much like someone I once knew.’

    ‘I’m American,’ he said, as if that would negate any possibility that we’d previously met.

    ‘Yes, somehow I knew that,’ I answered. ‘So was he. Tell me, do you, by any chance, have anyone named Kyle in your family? Someone who had visited Italy before?’

    ‘Well, I do have a granduncle with that name,’ the youth said. ‘And I do know he traveled in Europe when he was young, but I don’t know if he ever was in Italy.’

    ‘It seems quite likely he was,’ I answered, but I didn’t explain further when the young man gave me a quizzical look. ‘And your name, if I might ask?’ I didn’t want the conversation to end, and I wondered yet again whether this young American had any idea what signals young men – at least local men – customarily were sending by sitting in this spot in this cafe. I began to be quite conscious of what was going on between my thighs. The waters of the Val d’Orcia had put me into the mood, and the reminisces of my golden autumn with Kyle those many years ago had directed that mood down a path I had studiously denied myself for decades.

    ‘I’m Dakota.’

    ‘Dakota . . .?’ I wanted a surname; I wanted some sort of confirmation of a connection.

    ‘Just Dakota,’ he said. ‘I’m traveling through Europe as a vagabond. Just finished law school in the States, and it was such a long, hard grind getting to that point that I’m rewarding myself with an autumn of wandering in search of paradise. I think I’ve found the perfect place for just letting my hair down and letting adventure take me where it will here in Tuscany.’

    ‘Indeed,’ I answered. The situation here was still enigmatic. I was receiving what I thought were signals, but did this luscious young man have any notion that signals were even in play here?

    ‘I said, and what’s your name?’ he was saying to me.

    A waiter had come to the table for my order, which had cut through the fog of my ruminating, but I only belatedly noticed the sharp look the young American gave me after the waiter, knowing full well who I was, had practically genuflected to me both in approaching and leaving the table.

    ‘Oh, the long version is that I’m the seventh Conte di Ghiberti of Massa, Tuscany. But you can just call me Luciano, if you like,’ I answered with a low laugh.

    ‘My, that sounds very impressive and rich,’ he said, his eyes dancing in the sunlight. And did I perceive him move his chair a bit closer to me and lean in more toward me?

    ‘Yes, I’m afraid that is my burden,’ I responded. And he had no idea what a burden it had been, something that forced me into a life I didn’t really want to lead and away from the greatest love of my life – who this blond god before me strikingly resembled. ‘I’m afraid my illustrious family goes back in the Tuscan area to a very rich and powerful distant relative and benefactor, Pope Pius V. He somehow inherited Tuscany as a personal duchy and set his favored relatives up in business. The Ghibertis have been entrenched in the hills north of here between the villages of Massa in the vineyard district and Marina de Massa on the Ligurian Sea for the last two centuries. We made our money on silk and banking and have proceeded to spend it on wine and sex – many varieties of sex.’

    There, I’d sent out a signal of my own, and the young American Dakota quite clearly showed that he knew exactly why he’d been sitting in the spot in this particular cafe. I felt a hand on my knee. It probably was a cool hand, but it felt hot enough to me to burn its way through the silk fabric of my trousers and brand my thigh for what I’d always known I was.

    ‘Fascinating,’ he said, turning on that big smile of his again. ‘I’m just wandering through Italy, taking small jobs where I can to get me to the next village, or otherwise availing myself of the generous hospitality of the . . . men . . . of the region.’

    ‘If you are headed north,’ I said, trying to keep my wits about me and my voice level under the burning hand that was slowly creeping up my thigh, ‘perhaps you might be interested in availing yourself of my family estate, the Villa Montebella, for a few days.’

    ‘That would be super,’ Dakota was saying, but nearly all of my attention was now centered on his hand, which had reached my basket and was finding that I could be quite hospitable to him indeed.

    Dakota busted out into a grin when he saw that I was driving a Lamborghini Murcielago, the fastest production car in existence, and I showed him just how fast it could go as we wound our way up toward Massa in the hills, hillsides covered with regular rows of cascading vines, heavy with luscious grapes, aching to be plucked. I was suddenly young again – not just in having a second chance at a similar experience that family traditions had denied me, but, strangely, at having a nearly identical experience to the most arousing and fulfilling experience I’d ever had. I idiotically wondered as I picked up speed on the familiar twisting road up into the hills whether Dakota could be both as forceful and gentle as my Kyle, and more idiotically still if his body was really as beautiful as Kyle’s had been and his tool as long, thick, and masterful as Kyle’s.

    Dakota wasn’t helping. He was ensuring his welcome to Montebella by, first, rubbing my slowly hardening cock through my silky trousers, and, then, uncovering it and getting it unbelievably hard for a man of my years. If I hadn’t been such a skillful driver, and the road had not been so familiar, I’m sure that my trembling at his touch would have put us to tumbling down onto the rock-enclosed terraces cascading down to the sea.

    As it was, when I told him we were now on Ghiberti land, he urged me, with a husky voice, to pull off into one of the side access roads, and we kissed deeply and he sucked me off with huge slurping sounds from him and groans and grunts from me. He was as vigorous and insistent and alive as Kyle had been that autumn, and I found myself imagining that my lover had returned to me and everything was just as it once was as I watched the golden curls on the back of his head billow and bob around between my belly and the Lamborghini’s leather-clad steering wheel.

    I was being foolish, I knew. I had almost to pinch myself to acknowledge that this wasn’t Kyle returning to me in the full flower of my youth, but a young opportunist concentrating on his next meal and where he would be able to sleep for free with a minimum of unpleasant servicing. I didn’t, however, think the servicing would be all that unpleasant. I was still handsome, if mostly gray, and I had managed to keep my body both firm and supple.

    My granddaughter, Gabriella, met us at the door and gave Dakota a look that seemed to pierce right through to the center of him, and then a look of surprise at me, but she kept her tongue. She was a fiery one, with a quick temper and an acid tongue, but I ruled the family with a strong will and a locked cash box, and she said nothing. She gave Dakota another look of disdain, and he gave her a look that told me immediately that he would swing more than one way, given the opportunity, and then she led us into one of the dining rooms. She left us then, while we drank a glass of the estate’s best wine, and returned shortly, with Rosella in tow, and a quite presentable late meal for two.

    The meal done, I left instructions that I was not to be disturbed until morning and guided Dakota up to the master suite, ignoring Gabriella’s muttered comment and Rosella’s surprised look.

    Dakota quickly, masterfully, and completely took control as soon as the heavy oaken door had shut behind us – just as Kyle had always done. His eyes quickly traveled around the large room, drinking in the wealth of the centuries, stopping briefly at a flattering half-finished oil painting of me on an easel beside a fireplace, and focusing on the huge four-poster bed beside two full-length glassed doors leading to a balcony and looking down through heavily fruited terraces of grape vines to the near-distant Ligurian Sea. It was near dusk in a musk-heavy late September, and the waning rays of the sun were picking out and making luminescent the white and ocher plastered walls and terra-cotta roof tiles of the buildings stepping down from our hilltop prominence to the turquoise Mediterranean waters below.

    Dakota tore at my clothes, telling me how nice I was, saying all of the right things to keep me in need of his power and youthful attention. When he had me undressed, he sat me down on the end of the bed, stepped back, and slowly disrobed, showing me a perfectly formed, heavily muscled body every much as achingly beautiful as Kyle’s had been in my treasured memories. And he was horse-hung too, with low-hanging, egg-sized balls poking out of a profusion of curly, golden-blond pubic hair. His butt cheeks were bulbous, firm but round as melons. I could hardly wait to get my hands cupped around those butt cheeks and my tongue on his cock.

    Nor did he make me wait. He moved right into me. He pushed his cock between my lips and started a quickening rhythm, forcing me initially to gag from the immediacy and unfamiliarity of the act. But I was quick to remember how it had been with Kyle and all those other young Italian studs during my ever-so-brief months of freedom from convention, and I cupped his butt cheeks with my hands and very soon had him moaning and sighing his delight. Remembrances of the pleasure this gave me was quick to return to me as well. When we had established a rhythm, I took my hands from his buttocks and roamed his body. I closed my eyes, and I once again found all of those mounds and crevices that had excited me about my Kyle. The same big, taut nipples surrounded with the same coin-sized, rough-textured aureoles. The same surprising thick patch of curly blond hair running across his pecs and down his sternum and belly to meet with his thick profusion of pubic hair – the hair on his arms, legs, and chest so blond that it hardly was noticeable to the eye, but was oh so silky to the touch.

    He pushed me back onto the bed and was kneeling above my chest now, forcing his cock down into my mouth and throat like a piledriver, trying to get it all inside my mouth. I sputtered and pulled away long enough to beg him to slow down, but just like Kyle, he was relentless in his attack.

    ‘Later, later,’ he said back to me in a throaty voice, just as Kyle had done. ‘Big. Make me big now. I want you to feel every inch of my length and width when I show you what an American stud can do to an Italian count’s ass.’

    I’d already known what an American stud could do to me, I wanted to yell back at him. But I also didn’t want him to stop. Kyle had always given it to me rough to start, which had only made his subsequent tender lovemaking all that better.

    Dakota was out of my mouth now, and he’d gone down below the edge of the bed and his mouth, and then his tongue, were at my asshole. The rimming, kissing, licking, nibbling and tongue plunging went on for several minutes, and it felt wonderful. Oh, what had I given up for my responsibilities to my family? It had been so long since my body had been this awake, since it had been played so expertly and completely. I almost cried out in grief that I was being given this reminder in the autumn of my years of what might have been, what joy I could have had if I had not been so tied to the responsibility and luxury of Tuscany.

    And now he was stuffing that huge sausage of his brutally inside me. He had his hands under my buttocks and was rotating my hips back and forth on his huge cock head, pushing himself into me. Just like Kyle would do. I closed my eyes tightly again and imagined it was Kyle taking me brutally and totally again, just as he had done the day I told him of my impending marriage and what that meant. The last time I’d ever seen Kyle. I opened my eyes, and through the haze of my aging pupils, I saw Kyle’s beautiful torso again pushing in between my spread thighs. The same strong, rolling muscles. Biceps; pecs; heaving, flat belly. Hard, bobbing nipples and silky, golden torso hair. His ruggedly handsome-featured face was all intensity, painted with the determination to plug my withering hole with his young, vigorous cock. His blond curls billowed around his head in the waning rays of light reflected up from the Mediterranean waters and through the French windows.

    ‘Kyle, Kyle, Kyle,’ I sang to myself, and I found myself relaxing. Kyle had returned to me and was fucking me in that old, wonderful way we had found that pleased us both.

    As the muscles at the center of me relaxed, Dakota’s bulbous dick head breached past my sphincter, and now I was pulling his cock slowly inside myself with ass muscles that never seemed to have forgotten their former master, Kyle. My ass muscles were making love to Dakota’s dick as it plowed up me, and he was crying out his pleasure and surprise.

    ‘Yeah, yeah. God, that’s good. Fuck, you have one sweet ass! Italian ass. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’

    He gathered up my legs with both of his hands and spread me wide, giving him purchase for that last couple of inches of cock. And then he rode me and rode me and rode me. I shot my patrician semen far up his belly long before he had cum himself, in fast, furious, unrelentless strokes deep inside me.

    It was dark outside when he’d finished me. He padded off to the toilet, while I just lay there, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath, and wondering if I was having a heart attack or already was in heaven. I laughed at the thought that I had been excited about the prospect of fucking Rosella tonight after an invigorating visit to the spa. I hadn’t even imagined at the time that this would happen to me. I long ago had given up on the idea that I would ever again be doing this, having this done to me.

    Dakota padded back into the room and told me what a nice bathroom I had, that it was nearly as big as his whole apartment back in New York City was. I searched his eyes for signs that this had just been something unpleasant he had to do to make his way through Italy, but, if that’s how he felt, he hid it well. Of course, he was probably used to hiding his feelings this way. I’d seen the look he’d given Gabriella, and I suddenly was a little worried having him around. Before I could chew on this thought any further, though, he spoke up.

    ‘Umm. Do you have a place for me to stay tonight, then?’

    ‘Yes,’ I said, looking directly in his eyes. ‘Here, in my bed, inside me. You said there would be a more tender encounter later. For reasons I cannot tell you, that’s important to me.’

    ‘Sounds good to me,’ he said in an off-hand voice. ‘Would you like to start in the shower? Yours seems big enough to handle a whole fucking regiment. Or a whole regiment fucking, for that matter.’ That big, open American smile and laugh again.

    We showered together, with him taking the lead on soaping us off, and then getting down on his knees and languidly sucking me off, with his hands strongly holding me at the upper thighs, keeping me from melting into the floor in a tremulous heap at what his mouth was doing to my cock.

    He dried us both off. Me first, after which he settled me in the center of my bed and then put on an exhibition of drying himself off with the thick bath towel. Then he came up on the bed and stretched himself beside me and took my lips in his. His hands roamed my body, and once again his tongue found my asshole, and when he’d gotten me open and wet, he fucked me in a side-split, much more gently this second time, as he had promised and as I had said I wanted. He fucked me from behind and below with both of us resting on our sides, him holding my leg up from my body at first to give his cock close access – just like Kyle had always done in his tender moments. I drifted off to sleep, a tired, aging man, with that big cock of his gently rocking back and forth inside me. And the last sighed word on my lips before I slept was ‘Kyle.’ And it was my beautiful, young, virile Kyle I dreamt about.

    I woke before Dakota did. His cock was still inside me and was flaccid now. But even when flaccid, it filled me. I was satiated now and beginning to worry about what I’d done and how the grandchildren and Rosella would take this erratic behavior on my part and intrusion on Dakota’s part. A silly old man, taking a young blond vagabond stranger into his bed. This was Tuscany, and they were no fools. They knew that the rich and powerful did whatever they wanted here and were eccentric enough to try almost anything. But it had been so long, and I’d never told anyone what I had sacrificed for what the family had established here.

    Dakota was coming alive and running his hands around my body now. One of the servants had come in and closed the shutters over the French doors in the night, but strong sunlight was fighting its way between the slats and creating a striped pattern across our naked bodies, mine cuddled inside Dakota’s. I watched the palm of Dakota’s hand spread across my belly in the alternating shadow and strip of sunlight and felt his dick coming to life inside me.

    He nuzzled his lips into the hollow of my neck and intoned, ‘Again. Once again, hard and deep. Then I want to walk in your vineyard, and then I want to return and plow your soil again. Good, rich Italian soil. You have aged well, Luciano. You must have been dynamite when you were young.’ He kissed me then in the hollow of my neck with a sucking kiss that ended with nibbling of teeth. His spread hand pushed on my belly, pushing my pelvis into his cock as it lengthened and thickened again. I ached, both physically and psychologically. I truly was too old for repeated deep fuckings, I thought, and I ached for my Kyle. I wanted to be as young and virile as Dakota again. But to be so with my Kyle, chasing each other through fecund fields and taking turns in catching and overpowering and fucking each other.

    ‘I don’t know, Dakota,’ I whispered. ‘I don’t know if I have the strength or can muster enough manhood to do it again so soon. Maybe later.’

    ‘I have the strength for both of us. I want you again. Now. I felt the doubt in your mind and body last night of whether I enjoyed you, and I want to show you that I did and do – that I can’t keep myself away from and out of you.’

    And he proceeded to show me that I did want him again. I wanted him, Dakota. Oh, I wanted Kyle too. But they weren’t the same person. Dakota was here, a real person, hardening inside of me, wanting me. Fuck the family. I wanted Dakota and I wanted him now.

    ‘Hard, deep, fast, rough, and close,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘I can tell you love it that way no matter what you say.’ Then he pushed me over on my belly and straddled my thighs with his knees. He ran his hands up my arms and grabbed my wrists and moved my hands up to the iron rods running up the headboard.

    ‘Grab hold of these,’ he whispered in a husky voice. ‘You’ll need to hang on to something tight. I hope they are strong enough.’

    Then his dick head was at my tightened hole again, and he was pushing hard into me from behind and above. He had his hands wrapped around to my chest, with his fingers gripping my nipples. Even though my hole had been tightened up by his pressure on my thighs, his cock had made a lasting impression on my ass canal the previous night. So, once his dick head was past the sphincter, my ass walls were pulling him into me again as before. As soon as he was in up to the root, he started riding me hard in strokes, alternating with rotating hips, that had the mattress bouncing up and down and back and forth wildly and my knuckles white from the effort of grabbing the iron slats at the headboard and holding myself in place under him. He fucked me hard and deep and fast for what seemed to be almost forever, certainly with much more stamina than I’d ever remembered Kyle managing. After shooting off in three strong ejaculations that bathed my insides completely in his semen, he collapsed on top of me.

    ‘Now that I’ve explored your sweet ass again, let’s shower and explore your vineyard.’

    ‘I think you’ll have to go on without me,’ I barely managed to reply. ‘You’ve worn me out. I don’t think I’ll be able to move until noon.’

    ‘Noon?’ Dakota asked mischievously. ‘I’m not sure I can hold off on my next visit with you that long.’

    ‘I’m sure you can manage, Dakota. The servants will know exactly what you’re doing here and will, without challenge, get you something to eat and an escort around the estate. But my granddaughter, Gabriella,’ I added in a nervous afterthought. ‘You’d best keep away from that one.’

    ‘I hear you,’ Dakota said, as he rose from the bed and started for the bathroom. And I hoped he had heard me. If he wanted to live in the lap of luxury here at the Villa Montebella for a few days, he’d best concentrate his attention.

    ‘Oh, and my grandson, Paulo,’ I said. ‘He’s visiting, but you probably won’t see much of him. He loves working in the vineyard and spends most of his time there.’

    ‘You have a grandson here?’ Dakota stopped in his tracks and turned toward him. My cock ached at the sight of his swinging around between his legs.

    ‘Yes, but I don’t really want you talking with him at all. He’s my younger grandson, headed for the priesthood. My older grandson will inherit all of this, and he’s off in Sienna managing our business there. My younger grandson is studying at the seminary now. As I said earlier, we have popes in our lineage and intend to have more popes there.’

    ‘Oh, right, a priest; saved for God,’ Dakota said. And he turned and marched into the bathroom, not letting me see the expression on his face. And it’s just as well that I didn’t. I drifted off to sleep, and my dreams returned to remembrances of my beloved Kyle. When I woke, Dakota had showered and was gone. And had left me alone in my sunlight-dappled room, an old, tired man, foolishly clammering to catch some sense of his youth.


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  • Jimmy’s Treat

    Jimmy had been on the streets for over 5 years now, and tonight was his 19th birthday. Normally he didn’t celebrate those dates, preferring to treat it like any other day. His reasons for living his way were long forgotten now, or so he had thought, until the new kid had shown up.

    He liked to keep his life simple. Trouble wasn’t anything he looked for, but when forced to, he could manage okay. Jimmy had long straggly hair, usually unwashed and unkempt. Not easy to always grab a shower, and in some ways, it helped him attract customers. Turning tricks was easy for him, he liked the sex and the money wasn’t all that bad. Least it gave him food, and unlike the others on the street, drugs and booze weren’t a priority. For him, a nice clean hotel room with a hot meal in his belly was more to his liking than some high or buzz.

    Besides, being drunk or stoned wasn’t what he called smart, for his line of work. Too easy to get ripped off, or taken advantage of, and he had enough of that shit a long time ago. Besides, it didn’t help his looks, and that was all he had to survive on, that and his wit. He liked to think he had street smarts, and a few brain cells.

    He wasn’t typical, so some of those around him thought, but he never cared what other’s thought. Jimmy did his own thing, and keep trim, healthy, was one of them. Besides, it always got him a few extra bucks from the older tricks. They liked their meat young, but not a rack of bones either, and while they could handle a bit of dirt, filth was not a turn on for most.

    Sores and needle marks, stench of booze, just didn’t add up to a decent payoff. He might not be his proper weight, but at least you couldn’t see his ribs sticking out of his sides. His hair might be dirty, but it was long and when clean, had a sort of nice blond sheen that got people’s eyes staring. The long face, long nose and deep set eyes that seemed to have a sparkle all the time helped. The way his eyelashes were long, and fluttered on command, gave him a sort of boyish innocence that turned quite a few of the older geezers on.

    His thin lips, pale pink color were another feature that got him business, and kissing wasn’t something he objected to. Naturally the big turn on was his long legs, and the always tented bulge in his crotch. The tight jeans he wore when trolling for customers were special, which he kept only for those nights. When he took time off, which he did often, he made sure to keep them off. They helped sell, and it added to his survival. Jimmy was all about that, which is why when the new kid showed up on the corner, he took notice.

    Sully was his name, and at first glance he looked hot. Looked too young to be on the street, but it turned out he was actually 18, though you’d swear he looked younger. That alone guaranteed him a few good nights, and rotten one’s for him and the other regulars. The rest of the gang, weren’t pleased with his sudden appearance, and proceeded to welcome him, the way only they could.

    Normally he’d stay out of it, not wanting to get into it, but this time, he didn’t. He couldn’t explain why, other than there was something about Sully that struck a nerve, that awaken hidden or repressed memories. Instead of just watching the others, he had stepped in, taking Sully out of their reach, and just steered him away, leaving his own post, knowing it would be claimed by one of the others.

    He didn’t care too much, as he had a pretty good week, and besides, he had been toying with the idea of not working tonight anyhow. It was his birthday, and taking Sully away, well it sort of made it feel like a birthday. A feeling he really hadn’t had much, before.

    Walking with him, Jimmy realized that Sully was a real rookie. It was like he had just walked off a farm or something, stepping into the big city life without even realizing it. He was a runaway, though at his age it would be kind of hard to call him that. Sully simply had enough, and left home to show up here.

    Unfortunately he used all his cash to get here, and you could tell. His hair was still clean, his clothes only showing signs of being worn for a long time, and he didn’t smell. Another sign of him being a rookie. Not too many had such clean clothes, without holes or frayed edges.

    Sully filled his clothes nicely too. You could see he had some muscles, the way his legs filled the jeans. He had a nice looking basket, but no way to tell if he was hard or not. His chest filled the shirt out, as did his arms. He had full black hair that hung just over his ears, and the eyes were sort of sad looking. Nice features to match, which would definitely get the old crown drooling. They liked guys with sad eyes, made them seem vulnerable.

    Jimmy had no idea why, but he had Sully come with him, and even bought him a burger. The look and words of gratitude were making him feel uncomfortable, and yet it did give him a nice feeling. Maybe he was becoming a sap in his ‘old’ age, but when Sully offered to repay his kindness, he actually agreed.

    Going back to his hotel room, he was surprised at his quick acceptance of the offer. It wasn’t like he was horny, though he was beginning to feel that way. Sully was good looking, but as he had said, no virgin. Well not in sex, but in selling it, he sure was. Yet Jimmy felt an attraction to him, almost brotherly, which only seemed to excite him.

    It was out of character for him, yet in some ways it felt right. His plan had been to maybe do one quickie tonight, then head back after some food, and just soak in the tub for hours. To soak the grime and the street off, and now here he was, staring down at the pink naked body of a rookie, feeling like a love sick teenager. He hadn’t felt this way since before he had left home, course it was because of his lovesick feeling that got him into trouble in the first place. At that age, who knew how to control one’s emotions, one’s hormones?

    Still, to be here now, sharing his own special day, by having sex with someone like Sully, was odd for him. He never had felt the need before, yet tonight he did. The offer he accepted gave him a twinge of guilt, but Sully had put his mind at ease, saying he wanted to do it.

    He stood there, the towel wrapped around his middle as he looked down at Sully, stretched out naked on the bed. He had milky cream skin, and there were some healing marks around his flanks, a small discoloration around the cheek under one eye, from an obvious black eye. Yet as he lay there, looking up at him, the smile was unbelievable. He looked like such an innocent, and being freshly bathed, he looked so damn desirable, that the towel was well tented.

    Sully wasn’t bashful, and when Jimmy had told him he could clean up first, the 18 year old had quickly turfed his clothes, before heading into the bathroom. His dick wasn’t exactly hard, but even limp it showed a lot of promise, that got Jimmy aroused. He had followed after, and the quick shower and towelling off had been a record for Jimmy. Something about wanting to get out there, to be with Sully had aroused him in ways he had long stopped feeling.

    The way Sully looked at him, how his eyes would slowly travel down Jimmy’s own naked frame, to fix on his crotch, then to slowly move back up, towards his face, was exciting. It made him shiver a bit, tremble even, as he stood there, letting Sully gaze at him. The little grin on Sully’s face was just right, to make him want Sully even more. He had seen lots of new kids, lots of grins, but this seemed so different, so unusual, Jimmy couldn’t help himself. He was falling for the dark haired boy.

    Standing there, he saw how Sully’s cock waved in the air, how it stood so tall, looked so erect. The pink balls that were peeking up from between the white fleshy thighs, all made him tingle inside. His heart was already racing, another strange occurrence. Rarely did he get so emotional about sex, even with a good looking person.

    Sully spread his legs apart, just a bit, and Jimmy felt himself holding his breath. His lungs ached, as he stared down at the full balls, at the small little hairs dotting the scrotum, the tiny tufts of hair curling around the inner part of the thighs. How they started off so dark, yet faded to almost disappear above the creamy skin. He also saw the muscles quiver, which only made him reach down, to rub his own aroused crotch.

    ‘Turn over’ he said, as he licked his lips, knowing what he was going to do, knowing he never did it with tricks, and rarely did it with the few ‘friends’ that he had sex with. Yet Sully was different, he seemed to be the ideal type and as he rolled over, and spread his legs further apart, Jimmy took his towel off, dropping it to the floor.

    He stared at the firm buttocks, at the tiny hairs curled around the top of the cheeks, the way the flesh seemed to shake a little. It all added up to an amazing image, one that made him start to sweat. His forehead had small beads of perspiration forming, as he moved forward slowly, watching the naked body loom larger before him.

    Sully had his arms to his side, his head tilted to one side. The hair was a bit messy, but the way some of the dark locks curled around the ear lobe, only made him look even more innocent. He was breathing, short shallow gasps, as the excitement seemed to be building between them. It was unreal, as he put his knee on the bed, hearing it squeak as it took his weight. He saw the hairs on the back of Sully’s legs stick up, like they had just been shocked.

    His eyes watered as he looked down directly at the firm buttocks. The way the cheeks looked like half melons, firm and fleshy, only made his mouth feel drier. He heard the breathing being controlled, saw the muscles along the back of the legs tighten, as he moved himself in closer, both knees on the bed, resting between Sully’s spread legs.

    The hands were stretched out now, as he moved in closer. His knees touched the inside of Sully’s legs. Jimmy felt the shudder, felt the electricity passing between them. His own body was trembling, as their skin touched, and he held himself steady, letting the full effect of the first touch race up and down both of them.

    Gradually he let his body extend outwards. He held himself up, his legs dangling out over the edge of the bed. His face was hovering over the firm cheeks, as he bent forward, letting his lips touch the boy’s back, just above his cheeks. Jimmy could smell his scent, and as his lips brushed lightly up against the warm body, he felt the tremors racing up and down the spine. He hard Sully whimper, as he lightly kissed him, then he began to move his body up, gradually letting his body rest on top of Sully’s. His tongue licked at the lower part of Sully’s spine, then he began to move up the back, his tongue licking at the flesh, tasting its saltiness, feeling the ridges of the spine, until he came to the back of the neck. He kissed it, pressing firmly. Most of his body rested on Sully’s and he could feel the tremors. Each one growing, rippling up and down the frame. He could feel Sully shake, as he kissed him on the side, just under and behind his ear lobe. Then he licked at the underside of the ear lobe, feeling the small peach fuzz on the tip of his tongue.

    Sully was moaning, his legs spread apart even further, as Jimmy nibbled lightly on the bottom of the ear lobe, then suddenly he let his tongue reach up and dart into the ear lobe. He let it swirl around the canals of the ear, then dig in a bit, tasting him. Sully shook hard, and his small whimpers turned into groans of pleasure. His hands hit the bed lightly, grabbing at the sheets.

    Jimmy let his tongue lick his ear a bit longer, then he pulled it back out. He kissed the ear lobe, bit it lightly and pulled it with his teeth. Sully groaned again. Then he moved back, kissing and licking at him all across his back. He ran his tongue down from under the head, straight down his spine.

    Sully moaned now, as Jimmy was licking at the base of his spine, at the top of the valley between the cheeks. Jimmy moved his hands to rest on either side of the cheeks. He rubbed them lightly, until he had spread his fingers apart, the tips resting inside, between the two orbs of flesh. He felt the warmth, as he let his fingers slowly dig into the hot flesh, then ever so slowly, he began to pry open the pair of cheeks.

    He sighed, breathing in Sully’s scent, as he leaned forward, kissing his lower back, then he let his tongue flick out, licking at the skin just where the spine joined his buttocks. Sully moaned.

    Jimmy let his tongue run down the valley. The tip curled tight, as he stroked the insides of the skin, feeling and tasting it as he continued to move down, until his tongue felt the depression, the warm hot pink hole itself. He let the tongue skirt around the hole, let it tease the hole, that puckered and unpuckered, while he licked, pressing a bit harder around the edge.

    Sully was moaning, crying ‘oh yeah’ as he let his tongue flick out, tasting the centre of the puckered hole. He spit as he withdrew his tongue, the sound echoed over the soft moaning from Sully. His own body was fully aroused, as he flicked his tongue back out. He tasted his spit, as he drove his tongue forward, at the same time pulling the cheeks back even more.

    He buried his face hard into the space between the cheeks. His nose was pressing hard into the flesh, as his tongue drove deep inside. The small pink hole had surrendered entry, and he was licked hard inside, tasting him, making him squirm as he twisted his tongue around. His hands held the cheeks apart, pulling them even further apart, as he filled Sully’s hole with his tongue. Licking and probing, he felt the young man squirm, felt his own cock growing harder and harder, as he licked harder and harder.

    His heart was racing, the pounding thunder drowning out the loud moans from Sully. His body shook, as he quickly pulled his head back, then drove two of his fingers hard and straight into the wet hole. He heard the grunt, heard the escape of air, as he twisted his fingers around, then quickly move them in and out several times. He fingered him for several seconds, then added a third finger. Sully moaned, his body twisting under his fingers. Jimmy moved them fast, digging and twisting.

    He pulled them out, diving forward, wedging his face back inside. His tongue was already digging in, twisting and licking at the velvet insides. He could feel the muscles inside, feel them push up against his tongue, then fall back. He could feel the nerves tingling, feel the body shaking as he licked hard and deep. He could taste him, and it made his own body quiver.

    Sully’s body was twisted, as he reached back with both hands, grabbing at the top of Jimmy’s hands, then reaching for his own cheeks. His hands dug in and pulled, spreading his buttocks open even more. He was moaning, as Jimmy continued to dive in deeper, to force his tongue further inside. He would stop every few seconds, to drive a finger in, then pull it out and press his tongue back inside.

    Back and forth he went, between his tongue and using his fingers. Sometimes he would use two or three fingers, other times one, but each time he penetrated the hot wet hole, Sully would cry out. Jimmy was sweating as he had three fingers working and twisting deep inside, his knuckles pressing up against the pink hole, stretching it even more. He felt his own body shaking, and he pulled his fingers away. His hand went down between the cheeks, to reach up and under, to stroke Sully’s hard throbbing cock, then after two or three hard pulls, he moved his hand away, letting it reach under his own body, to grab hold of his pulsing cock.

    Jimmy pressed his face back between the cheeks. His tongue darted back into the opening, while his hand grabbed hold of his hard cock. It began to stroke it furiously, while his tongue moved in and out just as quickly. He felt his body aching, felt his heart pounding as more and more of his blood began rushing towards his cock.

    His balls slung up, aching as they slapped up against his cock root. His whole body was dripping from sweat, tiny drops falling heedlessly onto Sully’s cheeks. His long hair soaked and falling across the cheeks. The strands of hair dragging slowly across the cheeks only made Sully moan louder, made him squirm more.

    His body was shaking too, as he licked hard and fast. His hand was a blur, as he couldn’t hold back any longer. Crying out, he lifted his head up, and shuffled forward while still stroking his cock. The sound of his hand moving along the hot pole filled the room, followed by his sudden cry. His balls exploded, the cum came flying out between his fingers.

    Jimmy felt his body shake, felt the orgasm begin, as his cock shot its first stream outwards. Hot blobs of his cum splattered up near the shoulders, then further down. The second stream was already flowing out when he heard Sully moan. The body beneath him began to buck, as it felt the hot splashes of cum strike.

    Sully’s voice was hoarse, as he lay there, shaking to each drop. The body flinching as Jimmy poured his cum out. Shot after shot striking all across the back, and then the top of the quaking cheeks. He saw the splashes, between clenched eyes, seeing the skin flinch. His whole body was one giant quiver, as he unloaded a day’s worth of cum over the creamy white flesh.

    He was exhausted, as the last of his cum dribbled out, oozing between his fingers to roll down the hand. He fell off to one side, panting as his body continued to tremble. The orgasm inside continuing to roll up and down his body. He could barely feel his legs, or his arms, but he could feel the tremors inside, the way they held his body and shook it. Like someone shaking a doll.

    His own hard breathing made his lungs ache, as he lay there, one arm draped over Sully’s still shaking body. He could hear him gasping for air, as he too tried to slow his pulse, to regain his composure. He felt Sully turn and twist, and then as he let his eyes open again, he saw Sully staring across at him. His face was just above his, as he watched him move in closer. He could smell his breath, then he felt the lips lightly brush his, kissing him while a hand now lay over his stomach.

    The hand pressed lightly over his belly, as they kissed. Sully pulled back, his eyes searching Jimmy’s, his face glowing as he shuffled his body in closer, to where he was touching all over. The warmth of their bodies held them, as Sully let his finger trace a small pattern around Jimmy’s belly button.

    ‘Happy Birthday’ he whispered, as he leaned forward again, kissing him fully on the mouth. His body resting on top, his hard cock pressing hard into Jimmy’s upper thigh. Jimmy just sighed, enjoying the moment, enjoying the affection that seemed to cloak his entire body.


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  • Come Out With It

    It wasn’t that he was a klutz or had two left feet. Shawn picked himself up from the dirt for the umpteenth time this afternoon, having tripped over an obvious log. He couldn’t bear the way Travis was looking back at him, waiting for him to once more start the trek through the bush, but then it was Travis’ fault that he kept tripping.

    Travis was his older brother’s best friend, 2 years older than Shawn, and he had changed while off at college. Next week he would be heading back, but this was his last week home, and he had wanted to spend it out in the bush, camping. His brother had already left for college, so Shawn had been tapped to go with Travis.

    It was both a thrill and a daunting task. He had always like Travis, and had a secret crush on him too. Though he had always managed to hide that part from both Travis and his brother, he wasn’t doing so well today. The notion of spending time with just Travis, to be able to be in the same tent with him, was making a nervous wreck out of him.

    It really wasn’t that Travis was some super hot college dude either. He wasn’t a Jock nor a scholar, just an ordinary 20 year old student. He had shaggy hair, was your average height and weight, but there was something that made him appealing. His face was ordinary, but ever since he had been a kid, he had liked Travis. For starters, he had never teased him, or pushed him away either. He had a sort of charm that brought even the younger brother into his circle.

    Shawn had been a geeky looking kid. It wasn’t until his senior year that he had filled out, gotten some muscles and looked more like a jock than his big brother. Hell he even made second string on the High School football team, and even had played in a few games.

    Then too, as he began to follow Travis, he realized that it was due to him that he had done well in sports and school. His brother had never helped, but Travis, he had spent time with him, tossing the ball around, helping him with some of his homework. He hadn’t treated him like a kid either, and that meant a lot to Shawn.

    Now here he was, trekking along the side of a mountain, about to spend a few days with his hero. It was hard too, because there was something about watching him walk up the slope, the way his butt filled the old pair of blue jeans, the way the cheeks moved, the legs bulging at the back from the muscles, that he couldn’t help but stare at. It was why he kept tripping, he was too lost in his fantasy of Travis.

    As a kid his wet dreams had centered around Travis. Even once he had lost his virginity, he would have the fantasy of doing it with Travis. It wasn’t an obsession, just a harmless fantasy, and now he was about to be alone with him, for several days and nights. That idea terrified him, because he was finding it harder to hide his attraction for him. He found himself constantly staring, devouring every detail of how Travis looked. How his shirt would cling to his upper chest, but be loose at his stomach.

    How the light hair on his arms would stand up at times, would sway in the wind as he moved the arms while talking, or just walking. He would study him, glancing away every time Travis would turn to look at him, hoping he hadn’t been caught out. It wasn’t the fading warmth of the sun that was making him sweat either. It was the sway of those cheeks, that smile, even the impatient look in the eyes as he waited for Shawn to follow along. No matter what his expression was, it made Shawn tingle, made him sweat a bit more, as he thought about Travis, about how it would feel to have his legs wrapped around his body.

    The times Travis had been at their home, splashing and having fun in the pool had been etched forever in his memory. The way he looked in a swimsuit had left little to the imagination. Travis was one of those who enjoyed the sun, who during the warm days always had his shirt off.

    The swimming pool parties were a dream day for Shawn, as well as a nightmare. Travis liked his Speedos, and there was little doubt in Shawn’s mind that Travis was hung. He had seen the thick pole outlined behind the wet fabric several times, each time eventually forcing him to retire to his own bedroom, where his thoughts took flight.

    His thoughts of taking those shorts off, of pulling that pole out, all had always resulted in him jerking off. It also had been the few times when he had almost been found out, because the notion of Travis, the sight of him in those skimpy suits, had made him careless. It was those past experiences that had him petrified now. The last thing he wanted to do, was to get caught by Travis, to be found out.

    They had finally reached a clearing, and Travis had dropped his backpack, and standing there, hands on hips, he nodded before turning and grinning at Shawn.

    ‘This should do, easy kindling around, not too open, and far enough off the trail, what you think? Want to make camp here?’

    He just nodded, noticing the strange glint in Travis’ eyes when he suggested they make camp here. His imagination was working overtime, as he dropped his pack, and began to hunt around at the base of the large trees to gather up some kindling, and branches.

    It was nearly fall, and the nights up here could get cold. Though they had one of those little heaters with them, it would still be great to have a fire. And it had rained all last week, so the brush was still damp enough. The fire level had dropped, but the problem would be to find enough dry branches to use. Still it kept him busy so that he could let his imagination cool off a bit, and maybe let his mind get control.

    Tonight would be the test, but as nervous as he was, he couldn’t help but think of Travis, think of him naked, holding him tight, touching him. Hell, there he went again, fantasizing, when he knew Travis would never be touching him, least not that way he would like. Still it did give him some interesting thoughts to consider when jerking off.

    The tent was all set up when he returned with some relatively dry logs and branches. He stood by and watched as Travis got the fire roaring, then sat back enjoying his handiwork. As he leaned back, he glanced up and stared at Shawn. His eyes seemed to pierce his insides, as he felt a strange warmth, as well as feeling rather nervous. He looked away, but could still feel Travis staring at him.

    ‘What?’ he asked, as he looked down at his own feet, afraid to look at Travis squarely in the face.

    ‘Nothing, what you so nervous about?’

    ‘Me? I am not nervous.’

    ‘Like hell you aren’t.’

    ‘I am not, honest.’

    Travis stared at him, and he could feel the eyes on him, as he kept trying not to look. He glanced furtively but each time, those eyes were there, staring. He felt his heart pound a little, as he also realized how his body was finding the whole thing arousing. Great timing, he thought, as he tried to hide the growing bulge in his jeans.

    ‘Come on Shawn, I’ve known you since you were a snot nosed brat, so what is it?’

    ‘I don’t know what you mean, really, I don’t.’

    He felt his palms getting sweaty, as Travis stared at him. It was beginning to fell like he was some trapped animal, as he kept looking around, avoiding Travis’ glare. He just didn’t know what to say, yet in the pit of his stomach he was feeling like it was all about to explode. Travis’ next words proved him right.

    ‘So your falling all over your feet because you were too busy staring at my ass is just coincidence? Come on Shawn, give it up man.’

    ‘I uh, I don’t I uh..’

    ‘I like you Shawn, don’t go ruining it with a bunch of bullshit man, you think I am gonna hit you or something because you like my ass? Shit I get lots of guys at college staring, it isn’t anything new.’

    ‘It isn’t?’

    ‘No’

    ‘It doesn’t bother you?’

    ‘Why should it? You ashamed of being gay?’

    ‘I never said I was uh.. I mean I uh..’

    ‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.’

    ‘I don’t, really? Why?’

    ‘Be rather hypocritical, don’t you think?’

    ‘Huh?’

    ‘So big bro didn’t tell you?’

    ‘No, what was he, I mean..’

    ‘About the only smart thing he’s done, sorry, figured he told you, about me.’

    ‘What, uh what was he supposed to tell me?’

    ‘That we had a one night fling together.’

    He stood there, finally able to look up at Travis. He could see it in his eyes, that it was true. Travis was gay too, and he hadn’t a clue. The idea of his dreams coming true suddenly hit him, as he looked at Travis, saw the hurt in his face, but also saw something else, something like desire.

    ‘You are? I mean, I never, it just, but all those girls you and Cody had around you. I never uh..’

    ‘Figures I liked guys? Hey, we all do what we have to stay safe Shawn, but yeah, some guys. I can handle girls too, guess that makes me bi, but I prefer guys, guys like you actually.’

    ‘Me? Why? I am not anything special to look at.’

    ‘Don’t believe everything big brother says. You aren’t ugly, and you have a decent body, not too skinny and sure as hell not chubby. You definitely would be fun.’

    He didn’t know what to reply with. Shawn could feel himself blushing, as he lowered his head a little, glancing upwards at Travis. God he looked so damn hot, as he just stood there. Then suddenly it hit him, as he sat down and stared.

    ‘One night, you mean Cody is gay too?’

    Travis sighed as he looked down at Shawn. His eyes grew a bit darker, and his jaw a bit firmer as he tried to gather his thoughts, or so it looked. It was a bit unnerving, but Shawn waited, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

    ‘We were drunk, least that’s the excuse. Cody says he isn’t, but no drunk straight guy is gonna want it up the ass like he did. He says he isn’t, I let it go at that.’

    ‘But, I mean did you, I mean did you tell him you were?’

    ‘Sort of, not like I just told you, but he knows. Hell Shawn, you know how he is, how wrapped up he is in his image. I doubt he’ll ever come out of the closet, but that’s his loss.’

    ‘Now what? I mean, shit, Cody took it up the ass? Fuck I, I don’t know what to say.’

    ‘I do, I got condoms, so why don’t we just forget all that bull, go into the tent, have some fun, or you gonna still try to say you aren’t? Or that you aren’t attracted to me?’

    He looked at Travis for a few seconds. The desire in his own body was becoming noticeable, and he could see Travis noticing. He grinned, it was like a dream come true as he stood up, dusted off some of the dirt, then ran his hand across his crotch. Shawn could feel his hardening cock, and the look in Travis’ face told him all he needed to know.

    With a huge grin on his face, he strode towards the tent, pushing open the flap and turning around to grin at Travis, who simply stood up, a wide grin on his face. Shawn couldn’t help but feel giddy as he moved further into the tent, and got out the small battery lamp, switching it on.

    He noticed how the sleeping bags were still unopened, as he turned to see Travis walk inside.

    Without saying a word, he unrolled one sleeping bag, and laid it out fully open. He took the second and unrolled it, laying it fully open on top, making a bed for them both. Travis gave a sort of grunt, as he started to unbutton his shirt, and kick off his boots.

    Shawn didn’t take long to catch up, then pass him, as he felt the thrill of it all taking hold of him. His body shook a little, as he dropped his pants, pushing them aside with his foot. He stood there, with only a pair of boxers on, clearly tented, while Travis was just shoving his pants down. Bent over, he glanced up, saw Shawn in his tented shorts, and grinned, licking his lip as he took the pants off his leg.

    By the time he had them off, Shawn was already pushing his shorts down, his hard cock clearly sticking out. There was no hesitations, no feeling of shame or being inadequate, as he quickly stood up, fully naked. Travis glanced up, gave a low wolf type whistle, that made Shawn grin even wider. It was so nice, to be admired, to be worthy, he thought, as he clambered under the top sleeping bag. His eyes focused on Travis’ almost nude body.

    His eyes bulged as he saw his cock spring out, saw the full balls dangling below. He whistled too, feeling totally amazed at how huge the cock looked, how perfect it was. His forehead was warm, as beads of sweat formed as Travis walked over. He stood there, letting Shawn stare at his hard cock, then he knelt down, and grasped Shawn’s face between his hands, and moved his own forward.

    The touch of his lips against his mouth made Shawn moan. It was like suddenly he was on fire, as if a match had been struck to him. He felt the tongue digging at his lips, parting them to dive in, to taste him. He kissed back, and reached up to run his own hands across the firm belly, the hard stomach. Each touch making him tremble inside, with excitement.

    His body became hot, or at least felt like it was in the middle of some blast furnace. Sweat was dripping as he felt Travis kiss his chin, lick at his burning flesh under the chin, then down his throat. He felt his head tilt back, felt his legs stretch out, as Travis now laid down beside him. Part of his whole body leaning onto Shawn’s.

    His body shook, as Travis licked down his chest, then across to one nipple, then he felt his arm lifted up, to feel Travis’ tongue lick upwards across his flesh, then under his arm. It tickled and yet it also made him quiver. He moaned, as his legs grew taut, and his cock was suddenly being pressed down by Travis’ body.

    Every part of him ached, and yet felt so aroused, so alive that it made his heart pound. He could feel the blood, as his pulse raced, as his lungs grew tight as his chest heaved with the thrill. The rush of adrenalin was unreal, not something he had ever felt with another man before.

    To think his brother Cody could have had this, anytime, only made him moan more. He was finally better at something than big shot Cody, as his mind became overwhelmed by the rolling waves of pleasure that were flowing inside. Every nerve tingled as Travis touched him all over. He felt his lips kiss him, felt his teeth nibble at some of his flesh, the hands moving all over, running over his coiled muscles. His nerves were shrieking, his lungs threatening to explode, when he felt the sudden harsh pain deep inside.

    He hadn’t even realized that his legs were up in the air, that his whole body was exposed in a way that could only be for what he now felt. His legs ached, as he opened his eyes, to see Travis looming over him. The eyes were like lasers, the way they flashed at him. The face was constricted as he groaned, feeling that first hard penetration rolling through his whole body.

    His breathing was hard, rapid, as his pulse quickened even more. The hard pain grew more intense as the hard cock wedged between his cheeks pushed aside the protesting inner muscles. His entire butt felt like it was on fire, as he squirmed, feeling the fullness grow inside of him. His rectum felt like it was being split into two, as if a giant wedge had been shoved between his cheeks, spreading him wider than possible.

    He cried out, as Travis pushed in, and slowly began to pull back, then push in. Shawn was in pain, and yet not. His body was quivering, protesting but for more. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, as the pain finally began to dissipate, to turn to pure pleasure. He bit his lower lip, twisted his head to stare down his scrunched up belly, to see the pounding as Travis’ hips crashed down onto his stomach. He felt himself lean back, felt the numbness in his legs, as Travis held him tightly around the ankles.

    His fingers were wrapped around both ankles, pushing his legs backwards, to where he could see his own toes. His eyes blinked, as Travis continued to plough into him, then pull almost out, then drive in harder and harder with each thrust. He felt it, felt each muscle being ripped apart, as the huge cock pounded him. Shawn could taste his own blood, from biting too hard on his lower lip, but he couldn’t care less. He could hear a voice begging for more, urging it to be hard, to drive it all in, and he knew it was his voice.

    The drops of sweat the hit his chest were from Travis. They added to the flowing river that trickled down his heaving chest, until he heard the cry. His eyes opened quickly, the exploding lights against black replaced by the constricted sweating face of Travis. The cry was repeated, and suddenly Shawn felt very empty inside. The hard cock was out, but as he focussed, he looked down, to see Travis holding the cock.

    His hands no longer held his ankles, and his stomach was heaving, as he saw the cock over it, saw it being stroked by one hand, the other hand placed near his upper arm, as Travis was leaning forward.

    His eyes almost left their socket as the blurred cock suddenly changed color. Shawn saw the head widen, saw it thicken, then saw the white liquid come boiling out from its centre. Then he felt the hot stinging splash up near his chin and upper chest. Then a shot reached up, splashing just by his lower lip. He heard himself groan, as more of the white came flooding out, striking him all over his belly.

    It was like being burnt by the end of a cigarette or something. Yet as soon as it hit, as soon as the burning sensation grew, it stopped. His body was shaking, as Travis collapsed on top of him. It felt like their two bodies suddenly were melting. The warmth made him shiver, made him quake, as he felt the cock rubbing across his thigh. His chest was still aching, as he heard the hard panting breathing come from Travis’ prone body.

    He looked over at Travis, saw his eyes flicker and open, and the wide grin appeared over his face. He moved up and gave him a small kiss on the lip, then rolled over onto his back. Shawn could see his chest rising and falling, as he slowly began to regain control. At last his breathing wasn’t so hard, so shallow as he propped himself up on his elbow.

    ‘Fuck, I am glad I brought two boxes.’

    Shawn grinned, as Travis handed him a package, and then looked down at the hard cock sticking up from Shawn’s groin.

    ‘I hope that’s enough’ he said as he watched Shawn rip open the package.

    ‘I brought a box with me too.’ he replied, grinning.


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  • Weightlifters Feminize my Bum

    I didn’t always get to hear everything the guys were saying between themselves.

    This particular morning three guys came into my room after breakfast to give me my regular ‘Bum Servicing’ as it was called. They extracted all the cum from my bum with a syringe so they could see how much it was. Then they would give me an enema, infusing warm soapy water up my bottom and working it right up into my guts with a long dildo.

    After some time they would rinse me out with clean water. Next I got shaved all around my genitals and had my asshole creamed and ready to be fucked. This all made me feel very submissive and I would lie on my side with my legs forward so I could suck their cocks as they licked my genitals before they took it in turns to fuck my asshole again.

    But this time there was this other guy with them. I had occasionally seen him before but he seemed a mysterious character as he was not a weight lifter himself. I got a feeling too he was somehow indispensable to the team. This guy Alex often carried a sort of medical briefcase and behaved a bit like a servant towards the team members and just did whatever he was told. He was not at all physically impressive like the others and his voice was high pitched too. I had begun to suspect he might be supplying them with some sort of body building hormones.

    So yea! Alex was rather overweight and I guessed his body was more flab than muscle but what embarrassed me about him this time was that he was the only guy who was not naked!

    The others seemed to be more tense than normal and were not only clasping my ankles and holding by legs up and apart; they were sitting on my hands so I couldn’t move. I became aware that Alex was fiddling with me around my asshole. It was almost irritated as I like guys to be forceful and determined when doing things to my bum.

    But Alex was inserting a speculum in me to open up my anus and had passed round an inspection torch so that everyone could get a good look inside me. At the same time he got out this long shiny looking rod thing with a small stainless steel blob on one end and an electrical wire coming out of the top. It was attached to some sort of control box. He carefully put some special cream on the bulb end then I felt him expanding the speculum and stretching my sphincter. He was going to insert the bulbous end into me. The next sensation I got was when I felt it somewhere right up in my rectum. But then almost at once I started getting these sharp contractions somewhere deep in my bottom. I was so overtaken by it all I didn’t even realise what was happening.

    Nearly all of them were standing by now round watching me writhing around unable to control myself while each took a turn on the control box. I just couldn’t keep any composure and I was totally at the mercy of the guys as these deep convulsions took over of my rectum. I was so crazy with excitement I was frantically sucking the cocks of any guys near me then Gary came over very deliberately and stuffed his huge meat in my mouth. At once I got this strange tingling sensation in my tongue as I started licking his hood. And in the middle of his knob around his sperm hole his precum tasted really sharp. It was like it was on fire! Soon I could see waves of spasm in his groin as his buttocks kept clasping together and between them I could see the reason. There were wires emerging from his tight cleft. Alex must have put an electrode up his ass too; but then Gary lost control completely. He shot huge bursts of hot cum which were shocking me as they hit the roof of mouth like a powerful pressure hose. His huge balls were slapping me too under my chin as he spunked me so deep in my throat I nearly choked.

    This whole episode had got everyone into a state of extreme excitement. They kept going on about how they were going to keep shaving me every day to keep me soft and smooth all around my balls and bottom. Only later I came to realise this whole episode was just a softening up for what they really had planned for me.

    Alex was rummaging through medicine bottles and syringes in his case. His face had suddenly taken on a determined expression then he hesitated as if deep in thought.

    ‘I suppose it would certainly stop any re-growth quick enough’ he said eventually to Andy as if continuing a discussion begun earlier.

    ‘On you go then!’ said Harry impatiently standing with his arms folded in a way that displayed his pectoral muscles in the most sexy way. His cock had started to droop over his huge bulging testicles.

    ‘What’s going on?’ I asked eventually as I noticed Alex drawing a clear fluid from bottle into a large syringe and then replacing the needle with a long rubber tube.

    ‘What it is, is this’ Gary explained in a hushed and rather patronising way. ‘You see with what we’re doing to you every day, you need something to counter-balance all our male hormones. Alex knows about these things, he gives us stuff for our muscles you see and you need something to keep you pretty.’� He said slapping his hand on my buttocks. ‘You see you’re still young and with us pumping all our cum up your boy bum, we wouldn’t want you to get hairy like us!’ Some of them laughed but a bit nervously.

    ‘So I am giving you something to keep you nice and smooth and pretty.’ This was the first time Alex had spoken to me at all. He looked round at the others as if for support as he spoke. ‘Don’t worry I’ll be keeping an eye on you. You won’t get pregnant or anything like that! the most is your breasts may fill a bit’. There was more sniggering then as he was saying this I felt the tube which he had attached to the syringe being slipped up my bottom. By the time he had finished his sentence he had depressed the plunger and I felt fluid being infused somewhere deep inside me.

    So ‘Bum Servicing’ then meant this too every morning for me. Soon the guys were whispering about what was happening to my body and taking every opportunity to check me out in the nude. They didn’t have long to wait; my nipples soon became very sensitive and in a couple of days I felt my flesh swelling around them.

    As days went by I found myself feeling more and more resigned to my changing sexuality. I loved them groping me and longed for ass penetration more for than ever.

    Why didn’t I try to resist? Well first it would have been useless because they could easily overpower me and second I couldn’t help myself liking what they were doing to me. In truth I just wanted to be dominated by them and loved being told what to do by them all the time. Their big naked muscular bodies so impressed me and made me feel secure. I loved to see every muscle in their bodies flex as they climaxed into me. It gave me a sense of belonging to each and all of them. It was at those very moments I knew they were giving me all their strength and the power in their superb bodies and I loved them for it.

    It felt it a privilege too to have such beautiful men fucking me. Each of them would do me about four times a day and, as long as I didn’t need the toilet during the day, I would accumulate about 70 -80 mils in my ass by the time I was taken for Servicing.

    Alex was only involved in the process for the first couple of days. On Day 3 he was persuaded to pull his pants down and show what he was made of.

    ‘Come on Alex, get your jack out and lets see you in action!’. Harry had taunted him.

    I was not all that keen on being fucked by him at first. He had a high pitched rather effeminate voice and I guessed his body was not very manly. I need not have worried. He eventually pulled his pants half down with great reluctance displaying a pathetically small and limp cock. He was clearly never going to make it into me.

    Poor Alex was obviously embarrassed by his inadequacy and I found myself beginning to feel some empathy towards him as he had to leave the room amid much laughter.

    ‘Sorry about that, he really is ill-equipped poor lad’ Gus said.

    ‘I’m not sure if he had any balls on him. I didn’t like to rub it in by feeling his sack but I reckon either they haven’t dropped or even don’t exist!’ suggested Harry amid more laughter.

    So often one of the others would come with the syringe and tube and administer the hormones to my bottom. But it was not the last I saw of Alex in other ways. He turned up in my room later on that same morning to try and apologise for what had happened and said it wasn’t his idea to feminise me. He looked rather helplessly at me and said he wanted to explain his own problems.

    He started up by saying he had just had a shower and had got himself well cleaned up. Then he took off his shirt and trousers and remained just in his pants and socks. He obviously wanted me to go further.

    I have to admit seeing Alex’s bare body made me feel really sexy about him but in quite a different way from how I felt about the weightlifters. Yes he was a bit flabby but his skin was very smooth and boyish. I began to see just how passive he was in personality too, always looking to me to take the lead.

    Although he still had his pants on I could see his bum was big and nicely shaped. I couldn’t resist so I just pulled his pants right down to his ankles. I was soon able to confirm Harry’s theory. Then as he bent down to let me get a good look at his anus I found that looking at his genitals was very exciting and his asshole sphincter was the largest I had ever seen. It seemed to bulge out of his hole in deep folds so that it was raised slightly above the base of his cleft. It looked very damp and shiny and so I started fingering him gently just to get the feel of this meaty man cunt.

    ‘I’ve never let anyone do this to me before’ he said as I explored his inner sphincter. But given the state of his asshole I found it hard to believe.

    ‘I left home when I was 15 and I hated the idea to seeing a doctor because I have always felt so embarrassed. When I got back to my room just now I realised there was nothing more to hide and I really wanted confide in you and have you examine me. I thought perhaps that with your small hands you might be able to do something to me’

    ‘How do you mean?’ I said.

    He then asked me to push my whole hand into his asshole and feel him inside. He wanted me to fist him. I went to wash my hands and found myself lathering my forearm and well as my hands. I don’t know why, I’d never done this before! He told me he’d been reading some book about how to drop retained testicles.

    ‘How come you have such a large anus?’

    ‘Oh I do quite a bit of anal masturbation and stuff some pretty big things up me. It’s the only way I can orgasm, I mean through my ass you know. I’ve this suction thing too that has developed me quite nicely don’t you think? I’ve never shown it to someone before. Do find it sexy?’

    ‘OK whatever the case I am going to fist you and get to the bottom of what’s going on inside your ass.’ I had a nice feeling of being in control and by now I had got really psyched up about his bum.

    I pushed my fingers in and maintained a steady pressure. Soon his anus relented and I felt my whole hand slipping into him. I had never groped the inside a guys bum before so I didn’t really quite know what to expect. There seemed to be a lot of room in his rectum and thankfully so sign of any shit. I found I was able to get in as far as my mid forearm until I felt his inner lining resisting my probes.

    I took my time exploring his bottom and soon found that be turning my hand in a certain way I was able get even further up him almost to my elbow. Then I withdrew a bit from this position with my arm emerging covered in slime from his rectum with the taught skin around his asshole clinging tightly around my forearm and wrist. My fist still just inside his inner sphincter when he let out a sudden yell of pain. I realised it was the wrong thing to pull my hand out suddenly so I just gently pushed in a little. I could feel something with my finger tips so I probed him a bit not knowing quite what I was doing.

    ‘Do it again!!’ he said urgently. ‘You’ve done it!’� he yelled ‘I can feel I’ve got two balls now!!’ I moved my left hand up to feel his scrotum and I could feel two very small hard objects which were not there before. Somehow the pressure of my hand and fingers had pushed them out into his scrotum.

    He lay on the bed feeling his balls and kept saying ‘Thank you!’.

    ‘Never mind about the ‘Thanks yous”� I said quickly washing me hands. ‘I have unfinished business with you!’� I grabbed his ankles roughly and pushed his legs right back as far as they would go. By the way I’d never done this before!! His eyes were wide with expectation but he seemed to know what to expect. I would have preferred it if he’d struggled or tried to resist but he just lay there while I pushed my small but very hard and raging cock into his gaping bum hole. With his asshole so slack after being fisted, it wasn’t as exciting for me as it might have been. But I was thinking of those nice tight hairy asses of the weightlifters. Suddenly I wanted to fuck them too. It was while I was fantasising about Gary, his hard muscular bum and his tight hairy asshole that I let fly all my fuck juices. I just shot them full force right up Alex’s bum hole. It was so satisfying as I felt my sperm spurting through my raging cock and thought of it flooding into his big smooth bottom.

    After this Alex went back to his room to rest.

    I didn’t see too much more of him after that but then events took another turn when the Rugby team arrived outnumbering the weightlifters and challenging them to supremacy over me.


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  • Twice Taken

    ‘So, you are here to audition for my movies,’ Mr. S said to me as I entered the living room to the hotel suite. He was the director of Ruby Bulb films, and I’d been waiting for weeks to see him, as he only gave two auditions a day. I could tell which one was the big director immediately when I came into the room, as he was a Big Daddy Warbucks type, all height and big bones and muscles, and no hair. The other two men in the room were holding movie cameras and were looking a little disheveled and disinterested. Mr. S. was all smiles and hearty handshakes and shoulder pats, the type of man who made you keep your hand on your wallet whenever you were within ten feet of him.

    I answered that, indeed, I was here to audition for his movies.

    ‘And you know these are gay art films, don’t you?’ he continued. ‘There’s a ton of money for actors to make in these films. They can lead to the big movie world. Why, did you know . . . ,’ and he was reeling off the names of several name-brand actors who had started in this segment of the industry only to rise to the big screen.

    I wagged my head agreeably, trying to keep up with him and present him my best profile all at the same time.

    ‘And why do you think these are the films for you?’ he was asking.

    ‘My boyfriend pushed me to take this audition,’ I was saying, a little nervously. ‘He said I’d be a natural for it.’

    ‘Your boyfriend?’ Mr. S. said with a little bit of a sour look. ‘Well, that’s a start at least,’ he continued somewhat more jovially. ‘At least it wasn’t a girlfriend.’ And then he laughed a hearty laugh. ‘Well, put those application forms over on that desk and strip down over there and then come back over here.’

    ‘Strip? Here, now?’ I stammered.

    ‘This is the audition, son. You did say that you understood that these were gay porn films? You can’t audition in your clothes. Don’t worry, this should only take fifteen or twenty minutes. We’ll have to put an audition scene on tape so that I have something to work with when I’m casting.’

    I looked a little dubious and not just a little embarrassed. He was right, though. What had I thought would go into an audition for male porn films? I went over and put my applications down on the desk and started to strip, neatly folding my clothes on the desk chair.

    ‘Oh, and there’s a release form for you to sign for the screen test tape there on the desk,’ Mr. S said as he walked over to a sofa. ‘You’ll even be paid $50 just for being permitted to try out.’

    When I had stripped, I turned and walked toward the sofa. Mr. S. was standing in front of the sofa. He’d stripped down to his jockey shorts.

    ‘You?’ I said, a big lump forming in my throat. ‘I’ll be auditioning with you?’

    ‘Yes, of course,’ Mr. S. answered. ‘I like to know exactly what my actors can and cannot do. Oh, and call me Rolf. We’re going to get to know each other much too well for formalities.’

    Why should I be surprised, I thought. Tales of the casting couch were legendary in this town.

    ‘Well, aren’t you the nice looker?’ Rolf said to me as I came closer to the sofa. ‘Turn around for me. Ah yes, very presentable. The boy next door look. The athletic boy next door look. The horse-hung boy next door look. I suppose that’s why your boyfriend said you should be in pictures?’

    ‘I suppose,’ I said, very embarrassed at Rolf’s straightforwardness. ‘That and a few other things.’

    ‘Come, come,’ Rolf said and gestured his hand at me. I moved closer to him, and he kneaded and prodded me like I was some sort of stud horse he was contemplating buying, which, I guess, I pretty much was auditioning to be. He turned me this way and that way and ran his hands over my torso, arms, and legs. He handled my cock and balls like they were a purse and shoes set he was considering, and then he patted me on the buttocks and sat down in front of me.

    ‘Stroke your cock to hard for me, please, Brian. The cocks are the real stars of our little movies. Ahh, yes, very nice. Very nice indeed. You are a big boy, aren’t you?’

    I assumed that was a rhetorical question and didn’t require answering. This new experience was making me tense, and I was really afraid I’d cum here in front of Mr. S. and his camera crew. That would really be a problem, as one of the main reasons my boyfriend suggested this to me was my holding power, which I knew would be a big plus for these movies.

    ‘Now, we will be running through this screen test fairly quickly, Brian,’ Mr. S. was saying. ‘There are a certain number of things I have to check out. During the audition, I will be directing in a low voice what you are to do and what emotions you to project, do you understand? And how well and quickly – and without hesitation – you follow my directions will have everything to do with your audition success. You are to pay no attention to the cameras or to the boom mike when it comes down to pick up the dialogue, of which there will be practically none. Do you understand? Good. Lights and roll ’em.’

    The room was suddenly flooded with strong lighting.

    ‘I’m going to kiss you first, and you are to be surprised initially and then to surrender to me.’

    He pulled me into his body brutally and took my mouth with his. We kissed deeply, with me slowly warming to him. When he broke away, he was smiling. ‘Very nice kisser,’ he whispered to me. ‘I supposed that was part of the package your boyfriend was recommending.’

    Then Rolf sat on the sofa in front of me, took me by the hips, and pulled me into him.

    ‘Now, I am going to suck you off. I will do so rather quickly,’ he whispered to me. You are to look surprised and to contemplate trying to push me off but come to love what I’m doing. And, with that, he pulled my hips into his face and drew my cock into his mouth. I arched my back away from him, tried to make it seem that I was going to try to move out of his clutches, put my hands on his bald head, and acted like I was trying to push him away. I tried to show fear, uncertainty, and unwillingness in my facial expressions. Rolf had his hands dug into my butt cheeks, holding me there, and the camera men moved in and out around us, creating and milking their shots.

    I slowly changed my facial expressions to acceptance and then to desire. I moved my hands to the back of his head, cupping him into me rather than trying to push him away. And I started to move my hips with the motions of the pumping of his mouth muscles. It wasn’t all acting. Rolf really knew how to give head. The boom mike came down to pick up my light moaning and sighing. I felt one of his hands leave a butt cheek and move in between my legs and under my balls, and the fingers glide up to my asshole. He had a finger inside me now. It was pushing its way up my chute and stopped, finger pad on prostate.

    Rolf took his mouth from my cock and instructed me sotto voce, ‘I’m going to make you cum now. I will release your cock just before you cum, and then I want you to shoot off on my chest. I will force you down to lick that off and then I will force you to suck me off. Again, you should show some form of unwillingness to do this, but not enough to prevent it from happening.’

    I wondered how Rolf would make me cum on cue, but his finger on my prostate seemed to have that part fully under control. I shot off on his chest and then struggled a bit with him as he forced me to my knees between his legs and my head down to his chest. His chest was as hairless as the rest of him, and his pecs and nipples were massive. He had an elaborate starburst tattooed around one nipple that intrigued me greatly. I licked the saltiness of me off his chest and then struggled with him as he pushed his briefs down and off his legs and forced my face down to a cock that was even thicker than mine, although not nearly as long. It made me gasp, though, as it was crowned with a huge, bulbous, dark red head.

    ‘Like it?’ Rolf whispered. ‘Hence the name for my movie company. Meet and greet the ruby bulb.’ He then took my head in both hands and forced my lips down hard on his cock, pushing it in and making me gag and gurgle. I didn’t have to act out the assault nature of this grinding of cock into face for the cameras at all. He laced his legs around my calves, holding me to him, and held one of my arms by the wrist, while burying the fingers of his other hand in the hair at the back of my head and moving my head back and forth in rhythm to the pumping of his prick in my mouth.

    After just a few minutes of this, he brought his lips down to my ears and whispered. ‘Now, I’m going to backhand you with a stage slap and send you spinning to the corner of the sofa next to me, while I roll a condom on and come up with a tube of lubricant. And then I’m going to set you on my lap and you are going to struggle until I’m inside you and then you are gradually going to surrender to me. And then the screen test will end. Understand?

    I nodded for him.

    Rolf raised me up, snapping my head off his dick, and backhanded me strongly across the mouth, which, indeed made me spin naturally and breathlessly onto my back on the sofa beside him. If this was supposed to have been a stage slap, I certainly had no idea how those were supposed to be done. Genuinely stunned, I lay there while Rolf pulled a condom packet and a tube of lube from under the sofa cushion and rolled the condom onto his dick.

    I was only half acting that I was struggling with him, as he turned and grabbed me by the biceps with strong hands and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. I was doing what I could to stay off his cock by crouching on the sofa cushions with my knees on either side of his hips. I was pushing at his pecs with my fists, arching my back away from him, and giving my best ‘This isn’t my idea of fun’ expression for the cameras, which were buzzing around us and shooting the action from all angles.

    Rolf got a gob of lubricant on the fingers of one hand and was fingering my asshole, lubing me up, while his other hand grabbed me here and there, keeping me on his lap. And then with one camera rolling up close from the front and the other one from the back, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto Ruby Bulb and slowly down until the curls of down on my butt cheeks met his hairless groin.

    The boom mike came down to catch my cries and grunts and groans, which followed Rolf’s directions nicely, but would not have changed regardless of what he had told me he wanted me to do. My body trembled and I arched my back and screwed up my eyes tight, as he was skewering me, but as I accommodated to him – and remembering his directions – I slowly let the tension drain from my body. His pelvis was undulating, letting Ruby Bulb rub around my ass canal walls deep. I let my fists open on his pecs and cup his pecs, my palms covering his nipples. And I let my eyes meet his, and the cameras watch the desire that we both could express with our eyes, and I leaned down into him, our lips meeting in a long, lingering kiss. Then I started a rhythm with my own hips, stroking his cock up and down inside of me.

    Rolf rose from the sofa and turned me to where I was laying back on the sofa and he was crouched above me. He wishboned my legs and churned back and forth inside me with his thick cock in long strokes. The camera buzzed around and the boom mike came down to pick up my pants and moans.

    Rolf quickly got tired of this position. He pulled out of me and stretched me out on my belly on the sofa and then straddled my hips with his knees and pumped me from above in long strokes. I heard him give a little cry, and he pulled out of me and showed the cameras that he was a virile man and this was a real fuck shoot by spouting out across my back. As he lowered his chest on my back, he huskily yelled ‘Cut!’ and the strong lights died.

    As I was dressing, I got up the nerve to ask him about the audition. ‘So, how was I?’ I asked with a stammer in my voice.

    ‘You were great, kid,’ Rolf answered jovially. ‘Your boyfriend was right. You’re made to be a star in this business.’

    ‘So, do I stand a chance to be in your film?’ I pressed.

    ‘Damn, that was the film, son. We just filmed it.’

    ‘But I did that for just fifty bucks,’ I said, suddenly flushed with anger. ‘I gave you a movie for just fifty bucks?’

    ‘Read the contract, son. You are bought and paid for in this film. But, no worries,’ he went on, seeing that I was about to explode, ‘there will be other films. You’ll make good money in those. You are one hot piece of ass.’

    I took the fifty off the desk, tucked it into my jeans, and just turned and walked out of the room, not knowing how much of what he was telling me was bullshit. I should have trusted my instincts when I’d entered the room, except, instead of hanging onto my wallet around him, I should have held onto my jeans zipper.

    I knew just what he should call his damn film: ‘Twice Taken.’ Once in the ass and once in the wallet.


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