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Jim stared up as Garrett climbed up the ladder. His eyes were fixed on the cute tushie that filled the jeans, that swayed as he put one leg up and then another on the rungs. His hands held the ladder steady, despite the pounding in his chest. It was a perfect vantage point, as he stared up at the 18 year old. The string of Christmas lights dangling down, held tightly in one hand, while he made his way up to the top of the ladder.

He really felt proud of himself, actually, as he kept his eyes on the firm butt that was getting further away. All those years that he had this huge tree out front, not once thinking of decorating it. Now, thanks to the suggestion by the young man climbing it, he was not only adding to his chances for a decoration prize, but he got to watch Garrett.

It wasn’t that he was a pervert either. Okay, so he was approaching the so called Golden Years quicker than Garrett would, and so what if he liked young men 18 to late twenties, still didn’t make him a deviant. While his age might be a year or two off that magical retirement number, he didn’t look like he was in his sixties.

Sure the hair was snow capped, but he was fit, trim, and still could manage a brisk 5K jog every morning. Now take young Garrett, who was your typical 18 year old. He was out late every night, rarely walked anywhere, even to the local mall that was just four blocks away. Still, looking up at him, he had pretty firm looking legs. Bit flabby perhaps around the upper thigh region, but hell Jim was certain they could hold a body firmly enough.

Garrett was your normal teenager. He had the long hair, bit curly but it suited him. He had a baby face, that was as clean as the day he was birthed. No whiskers yet, while Jim looked like a hobo if he didn’t shave in the morning. How he admired youth, and the tasks they weren’t yet fully burdened with.

While the face was smooth, there were a few tiny hairs showing up on his chest. Jim had noticed them the day Garrett had been bending over the engine of his car, his shirt open. The smooth golden skin had made him drool a bit, but he knew no one else had seen it. Still, ever since Garrett had moved in next door with his family, he had enjoyed sitting out front, watching.

While the younger sisters were rather noisy, always talking, Garrett was the quiet one of the single parent family. His mother was much shorter than him, but always had a warm smile on her face, even if she was busy running the girls all over. An active family, that was rather fun to have next door. Specially with Garrett, who took his role as the ‘older brother’ seriously.

His ancient little pick up needed work constantly, and unfortunately Garrett wasn’t what you would call mechanically inclined. Jim was, and that worked out perfectly. He rather enjoyed the time spent looking under the hood, directing Garrett what to loosen, what to tighten, or how to check the thing a ma jig. It also allowed him to be next to the teenager, to smell his scent of cologne mingled with sweat. It was quite intoxicating, and most times after he spent time with Garrett, Jim would spend time in his bedroom, dreaming.

To have the close up vantage point of watching sweat trickle down his chest, to curl around his young firm little red nipples, had done wonders for Jim’s imagination, and libido. Though with winter coming early, those images were just memories now, as like most thin young men, Garrett was constantly chilled. No stamina, he would say, but then there wasn’t much meat on the young man.

Garrett had a good frame to him, long torso, long legs and arms, but not much meat. He wasn’t thin in the sense you could see his ribs or anything, but when he stretched, the outline of his rib cage was visible. His arms while long, were a bit fleshy up top, but still, nothing out of the ordinary. A combination of being young and being in a family of rather limited means were more of a factor than he was starving himself.

Still, the notion of curling up with him was becoming a constant thought, or desire. When he had suggested the idea of using the big tree for lights, Jim had quickly agreed, on the condition that Garrett helped. He feigned height freight, which worked out nicely. And now he was reaping the reward.

The sudden cry, the loud ‘oh shit’ made him stare up, beyond the now quivering butt. He could see that the string of lights had been let go, and were on a heap by his feet. Garrett was holding his head, as he finally looked down.

‘Sorry, uh, any chance you can maybe bring those back up for me?’

‘What happened? You okay?’

‘Yeah, a branch was hooked, came free and startled me, I am okay, but I let the lights go.’

Jim stood there, feeling like some paternal figure, as he tried to gauge whether to have Garrett come down, so he could take a look, or whether to let him stay up there, and take him the lights. Choosing to take him the strand of lights, he reached down and picked them up, then quickly made his way up the ladder.

He could hear it shake as he climbed up, until he was a rung or two below. Garrett’s legs were level with his eyes, and he couldn’t help but stare at them, and feel their warmth, as he leaned inwards. It was rather a nice position, as he struggled to lift the lights up, to the down reaching hand. He knew he would have to move up one more rung, and he did, making his head slightly above the firm buttocks.

Breathing in deeply, Jim inhaled the fresh crisp air, a slight hint of Garrett’s scent in it. He sighed, as he lifted his hand up, to put the string of lights into the young man’s hand. His fingers touched, and he didn’t quite understand it, but he felt like he had just been shocked by a huge electrical jolt. His legs quivered, his whole body seemed to tremble as he glanced up.

Garrett was peering down at him, his eyes looking so alive, so full of life, that he couldn’t help but smile. It was then that he noticed the small red line across his forehead, and the small oozing of red liquid. The branch had caught him just above one eye, and had broken the skin.

‘You are bleeding’

‘It’s nothing, you okay, you look a bit shaky’

‘Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, look, hang the string over that branch, then come down and we’ll tend to that cut. Don’t want it to get infected.’

‘It’s okay’

‘Humor an old man’

‘You aren’t old, least I don’t think so.’

‘You are nice, but I am 3 times your age, that makes me old’

‘Nah, just seasoned, but okay, I’ll let you play Doctor.’

The way he was looking at him, the way he said the words, all gave him a thrill, made his imagination churn, as he slowly climbed down. Garrett was right in step, above him, and he couldn’t help but notice how he was looking down at him. There was a strange glint in his eyes, a sort of naughty grin on his face, as he lowered himself, keeping in step with Jim. It was almost as if he was insuring that as he came down, he remained close, his legs still level with Jim’s upper body.

He led the way into his home, and opening the door to his bedroom, he realized it was the first time that Garrett had been inside. It also was a mess, and he quickly glanced around the large master bedroom, hoping his magazines weren’t all over the bed. Jim tried to make it seem all natural, though his heart was beating like a drum. It was all so unreal as he led Garrett into his bathroom.

‘Take a seat, I’ll clean the cut first.’

‘Yes Doctor Jim’ he replied, that made Jim turn and stare at him. It was said in jest, he could see the huge grin on his face, but there was something else glistening in his eyes, as he sat on the closed toilet seat. The way his eyes were watching him, it was almost as if Garrett was actually checking him out.

Jim got a small cloth, ran the hot water and then leaned over the young man, dapping at the cut, getting the dried blood loosened up, then wiped away. The cut didn’t look too bad, but he knew how those things could fester. As he dapped at the cut, he could feel the young man’s eyes on him, and he felt his own body acting naturally.

‘You have a gentle touch’

‘Thanks, now hold still while I put some ointment on’

As he turned to grab the tube of antiseptic cream, Garrett reached out to grab hold of his arm. He held it in his, making Jim turn to look at him. As he did, Garrett moved the hand down, to place it on his lap. His eyes stared deeply in Jim’s, as he just looked at him. Jim felt the tingle, the excitement in his body, as well as the shock. His hand was resting on Garrett’s lap, and he could feel the warmth, the lump that was generating the warmth.

‘Garrett..’

‘I am old enough, and yes, I know what I am doing.’

‘Uh, I am sure you uh, uh it is just that..’

‘I am not your type? Come on Jim, you and I know that isn’t true.’

‘It uh, it isn’t that, just that I uh..’

‘If you say old enough to be my grandpa, I’ll hurl. We both know what we want, I’ve seen you looking.’

‘I didn’t think it was that obvious.’

Garrett just smiled as he pulled Jim’s hand over his crotch. There was no mistaking the hard lump, nor the look in the young man’s eyes. It was a hungry look, one he knew from experience. Garrett wasn’t playing him, he was serious and Jim could feel it.

He stood up, still holding Jim’s hand and headed towards the bed in the other room. He had a wicked grin on his face as he turned to face Jim. They were at the edge of the bed, his face beaming, as he looked at Jim, from his snow colored hair, to the bulging crotch, then back to Jim’s face.

‘I may have gotten a scratch down here, maybe you’d like to make sure it isn’t bleeding? Doctor?’

He didn’t know what to say, part of him wanted to just laugh, and he was grinning until he felt his hand released, noticing Garrett was unbuttoning his pants. His eyes suddenly grew wide, fixing on the way Garrett was slowly moving his hands. The sound of the button popping, then the zipper being slowly pushed down gave Jim a bit of a start. He licked his lips, glancing up at the sparkling eyes that seem transfixed on his face.

The pants were shoved down past his knees. Jim looked down, at the pair of white jockey shorts. He could see the long tube resting inside, the way it pushed the white fabric out, and by its look, he knew it was no pair of rolled up socks. The young man was as big as he had imagined.

Licking his lips, he stood there, watching as Garrett bend over a bit, and pushed the pants off his feet. He had kicked his runner’s off, and now stood back up. His eyes continued to just look at Jim, a mischievous glint in them, as the hands pushed at the waistband.

They didn’t grab hold right away, but he put his fingers inside, pulling the band out slightly, letting the excitement build. He let them move around, inside, then he slowly took hold of the band, and began to shimmy them down his thighs.

Jim’s eyes couldn’t help but stare, but he noticed every detail. The way the belly shook a little, the muscles underneath rolling and scrunching up the golden colored flesh, the belly button shimmering in the room’s light. He saw it all, but his eyes never moved from the painfully slow removal of the shorts. The pain in his body was almost intolerable, as he was about to realize his dreams, to see exactly what he had so far only imagined.

Holding his breathe, he watched Garrett slowly push them down. He could see the skin now, the top of the long pole showing, the cock stretching the fabric, fighting it really. His eyes narrowed, as he stared at the growing bend, as the waistband pushed down, against the hard shaft. The tiny bronze pubic hairs were bristling as they were freed. Not a large collection, but enough to make him shake.

Then the cock suddenly sprang out. The last resistance of the shorts removed, as they were quickly pushed down once the cock was free. His eyes stared at the long shaft, at the fiery look of the cock head. Jim noticed the vein underneath, the way it wrapped around the whole cock, and stood clearly out from the skin. It was a deep purple, almost black, as Garrett’s blood was rushing through it.

The cock head was now aimed at him, the wide slit running from top to bottom had a small bit of grey color to it, that was growing. Jim knew it was the young man’s pre cum, slowly oozing out, as Garrett shook his legs a bit, letting the shorts fall to his ankles without him having to bend over. He stepped out of them.

Reaching out, he took Jim’s hand and pulled it up, so that the palm rested on his belly. Jim could feel the warmth, feel the thrill of just touching that bare skin. He looked up, to see the young man smiling. It was insane, he was nearly 65 and Garrett was just 18. But he couldn’t stop himself, the touch of his hand on that flesh was making him sweat. He wanted it, and as Garrett moved his hand, directing it downwards, he knew that Garrett wanted him the same way.

A quick look up, then back down at the stiff cock was all he could manage, before he let out a small moan. He dropped to his knees, to face the hard cock. He could see every detail, storing it all in his memory for later, as he let his hand caress the boy’s body. He didn’t need any further encouragement, or guidance. His hand moved lightly across the skin, brushing the tips of the pubic hairs. Garrett moaned, and Jim could see his body tremble to each move of his hand.

Bringing his other hand up, he began to caress both thighs, his eyes fixed on the hard cock, everything else blotted out from his sight. His hands felt the tiny hairs on the legs, felt them tingle even. The racing of his heart, its loud thundering beat was filling his ears as he watched Garrett shuffle forward a bit. The touch of the young man’s hands on his head making him shudder. Breathing in deeply, he could smell that aroma, that scent of a man aroused.

One more quick glance up, then back towards the cock that was so close, so inviting. For one brief second he thought about pulling back, but Garrett was right, he did want him, and it was clear that Garrett did as well. His tongue licked his lips, feeling how dry they were, while his body grew tense, knowing that he was going to give in to its demands to its desire. Jim’s eyes focused on the cock, on the widening expanse of grey, as Garrett’s hands began to play with strands of his hair.

His eyes closed, as he felt his head being forced forward. The fingers now held strands of his hair in their grip, and were pulling them towards the young man, making his head move forward. He smelled it, could feel the heat, as the eyes flickered open, saw the looming cock head, then closed as he let his head move all the way in. The touch of his lips against the moist hot cock head sent tremors of joy rushing up and down his body.

Jim found his lips opening, found himself tasting the hot sweet sticky liquid on the tip. Once more the tremors were racing inside, fuelling the dissipating ones. They became one, growing in intensity as he felt his teeth graze the top of the head. The hands holding his head tightened their grip, and he could hear a soft whimpering type moan off in the distance, over the roar of his own heart.

His hands, holding the quivering thighs, reached out, spread apart. The fingers began to dig into the soft warm flesh, holding the legs steady as his mouth moved over the throbbing cock head. He could feel the blood under the skin, feel the jolts that he was giving Garrett. He dug in harder, as his head moved in more, taking more of the pulsing penis.

Garrett’s hands held his hair tightly, pulled at them, as Jim slowly fed himself the long pole. He gagged briefly, when the tip of the head struck the opening to his throat, then he settle down, as he let his lips tighten around the quivering cock shaft. He could taste a bit of salt, then a bit of sweetness, as he continued to feed himself the young man’s penis.

One of his hands moved down the trembling thigh, and reached across to rub and push at the dangling balls. Garrett cried out, his hands now moving off Jim’s head, to clench at his shoulders. The hips moved in, pushing the cock further down into Jim’s open throat. He felt the fullness, felt it as he lowered his hands, digging hard into the flesh while also pulling towards himself. Garrett was now leaning forward, his head obviously forward, his own curly hair dangling down, as his cock began to move in and out of Jim’s mouth.

The sounds coming from Garrett barely registered. He knew he was panting, could feel his short breaths against the top of his head, could hear the almost constant moans too, but it was off in a distance. His own roaring heart, his own panting breath was too loud. He felt his racing pulse, as he sucked on Garrett’s long pole. Each thrust of the cock into his mouth made his whole body shake. His legs were numb, the hands that held his legs were stretched taut, as they held onto the shaking legs of the young man. His eyes were shut tight, as he sucked on the hard throbbing pole, feeling it grow thicker, feeling it pulse as it moved past his lips.

The groans became louder, but he wasn’t sure whose they were. His or Garretts, as the hands on his shoulders dug in more, pressing hard into his bones, as the hips now moved faster, the cock slamming into his mouth quicker. His body shook, the tightly shut eyelids displaying a brilliant light show, as the cock was pushed in faster, deeper. His throat hurt, as the huge cock banged against it, as it filled his mouth.

Jim heard the cry, set his body, as he knew that sound, knew that mournful sound. The thighs he was holding shook hard, then grew extremely rigid. The hands on his shoulders pulled him forward, the hips in front ramming forward into his face.

The cock in his mouth suddenly banged the side, then the top, then as it began to push its way down the centre, he felt it rear back. He felt the sudden bulging of the head, as it came rushing forward now, as if it had burst. The harsh salty sweet taste of cum filled his entire mouth. One second it was empty, now it was filled with the tasty liquid.

It oozed between his teeth, across his gums. It puffed out his cheeks, filling every crevice inside, and it filled the opened throat. The cock inside was suspended among the flood of cum, until he swallowed. As he did, he felt the groin pressing hard into his face. The pubic hairs scratching under his flaring nostrils, the scent of a man filling his mind with its aroma, with its memory. His mind was reeling, the waves of pure pleasure were racing up and down. His legs had no feeling, as he felt the cock inside rear back again, felt the steady stream of hot milk flood his mouth and throat. All he could do was swallow or choke, as his hands held the swaying body in front.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally the flood of jizz ended. His jaw ached, as the encrusted cock pulled itself out from between his lips. He could still taste him, as he licked his lips, and leaned back on his elbows. They felt weak but held as he stared over at Garrett. He saw the gleam in his eyes, as he staggered back, sitting down on the foot of the bed. His legs were spread apart, the cock dangling between the still quivering legs.

He looked at Jim, a small smile on his lips.

‘Where do you keep the condoms?’

Shock suddenly crossed his face as he realized he was out. Before he could speak, Garrett seemed to sense his panic.

‘Out? Geez, some Doctor you are, how you going to examine me properly without them?’

‘Look funny boy, the store isn’t that far.’

‘I know, neither is the glove box of my truck. I got a strip left, I hope, otherwise we gonna bust a speed record going to the drugstore.’

‘You think?’

‘Yeah, I do, you know though, maybe you are right, that you are old.’

‘Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Sure sign of old age is not being able to find your glasses, and forgetting to stock up on condoms. You do know where your glasses are, don’t you?’

For a second he looked cross, then he burst out laughing.

‘Who cares, I have no problem seeing what I need to.’

Garrett just grinned.

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Years and then more than a decade went by with nothing much happening in Emile LaCour’s rotting plantation house on the Mississippi beyond the dust accumulating and the oaken walls drying out and spitting. Gage Angle still held his mentor and tormentor in his bed chamber on the second floor of the mansion, shackled to his bed, and rejuvenating himself only when Gage brought him young men to feed on. And Gage did this as rarely as possible.

Gage wasn’t Emile. He grew tired of the kill and the transferring of the essences of life. He didn’t want to believe that the feeding, the transference of blood and other vital fluids, and the act of fucking a young man to death was necessary to keep him young and virile himself. He was sure that he could sustain himself now that Emile had made him one of his own vicariously by fucking and feeding on Emile after he himself had indulged – by extracting a percentage of the essences that were keeping Emile alive and fit.

Emile had just laughed at this idea, though, and had told Gage he would learn otherwise – that he’d have centuries to become accustomed to who and what he was. And slowly, as Gage felt himself getting older despite his parasitic leeching on the shackled Emile, he came to realize that Emile was right. He would only be able to live and maintain himself as Emile had by killing and feeding periodically as Emile had done.

But Gage continued to fight this reality. He exercised harder and became more healthy in his eating habits. But still, slowly, bit by bit, he was aging – not as fast as he normally would have, certainly, but still he was aging. He could not maintain the perpetual balance. He started hiking to fight the aging. And each day he hiked out farther from the plantation house, and each day he came back a bit more fatigued, a bit more aware of what he had to do to sustain himself.

He knew he had to make a hard decision, and one day while out hiking, he bowed to the inevitable. He was walking in the woods on a farm well away from the waterfront when he heard moaning and groaning coming from a nearby field having been left fallow for this growing season. He came to the edge of the wood and peered out from around a tree and saw two young studs going at it in the bed of a truck with its tailgate down. A blond beauty who reminded Gage of himself at the height of his biking days before he was enthralled to Emile was laying on his back in the bed of the truck, facing away from the truck cab and his head lolling off the end of the tailgate. He seemed to be staring right at where Gage was hidden behind the fringe of trees. The young man’s well-muscled arms were stretched out straight from his body and his hands were gripping the sides of the lowered tailgate. His legs were open wide and his heels were laying on top of the opposite sides of the truck sides.

Gage watched the young man’s handsome, square-featured face from where he was concealed and it was as if he could see the effect of each thrust he was taking. The blond youth was laughing and howling his pleasure from what a beefy black youth who was kneeling in the bed of the truck and crouched between his widespread thighs was feeding into his asshole. The two were obviously having a ball.

Both youths were easy on the eyes, and despite all of his efforts, those cravings that having been transformed by Emile rose within him and gripped him by the throat so that he felt raw animal instincts taking over. He wouldn’t fight it this time, Gage told himself. To survive he needed to become completely like Emile. He needed to kill and feed without remorse, indeed with joy.

And here were two ripe for the taking. One to take home to Emile and one for himself. The decision was hard, but it was one of survival.

A loud cry of passion from the blond marked the black youth’s successful filling of him, and Gage’s blood boiled as he watched them take their postcoital time. And he was to find it wasn’t postcoital at all. The black lowered his heaving chest onto the blond’s torso, and they made a complete trip around each other’s bodies with lips and searching hands and the black youth turned the blond on his belly and pulled his hips up, entered him once more from the rear, and slowly pumped the blond amidst a harmony of groans and moans and cries of desire.

This time, apparently satiated when he was done, the black youth rose out of the bed of the truck after they were finished, adjusted his jeans and plaid shirt, and sauntered off in the direction of the woods, toward the very trail that Gage had stepped off of to watch the lust taking.

The black youth made it no farther than ten steps into the tree line, when Gage was upon him, pushing his belly up against a large tree trunk and clapping his hand over the youth’s mouth to stifle his surprised scream. Gage buried his teeth into a vein at the hollow of his prey’s neck and filled him with numbing venom while taking a feeding of his blood.

The black youth fought him feebly and whimpered as Gage jerked down his jeans and entered him slowly with his monster cock, which had already grown to over twelve inches just from the anticipation of a full feeding. The young man’s head arched back to Gage’s shoulder from the tension of being so hugely invaded and his mouth opened in a silent scream, his breath and vocal capability having been taken away by the working of the venom in Gage’s saliva on his body, when Gage’s cock plowed him at great depth. Thirteen inches and then fourteen.

In a full feeding, Gage would have milked the black youth’s cock at least twice before finishing him with a deep fuck, but his intent was only to immobilize this one. This one was for Emile to milk of his essences. So, as soon as Gage felt all of the tension go out of his victim and the youth just flop to one side, held up only by being sandwiched between the tree and Gage’s body and being held up only by Gage’s deep-skewering cock, Gage just let the young man’s body fall off his tool and onto the ground beneath the tree.

He wouldn’t be recovering for some time. Gage had plenty of time to feed himself and be back to take this one to Emile.

Gage stripped off his hiking shorts and T and strode out into the field, just in his boots and socks, his magnificent monster cock swinging like the clapper of a bell between his legs.

The young blond had only now come out of the bed of the truck and was pulling on his jeans. He turned and saw the now rejuvenated and monster-membered Gage striding toward him in all his glory.

And the young man just laughed. He gave Gage a big grin of welcome as if he had seen a superendowed naked man coming out of the forest toward him every day of the week. He just stood there and opened his arms as Gage reached him, and the two melted into a deep, searching kiss – a kiss in which Gage lost no time in transferring the intoxicating and drugging toxins in his saliva.

Drugged, the young blond let his beautifully proportioned torso just fall back onto the bed of the truck. He already had his hands wrapped around Gage’s huge cock and was making astonished clucking sounds at what he found there. Gage brought his chest down on that of the young man and buried his teeth into the side of the stud’s neck and fed quietly while the blond moaned and sighed his misty pleasure and welcome.

When that vein collapsed, Gage moved his lips and teeth to the young blond’s nipples and pierced and fed on the large, dark aureoles surrounding those, making soft slurping sounds as he sucked there.

With feeble movements, the young man guided Gage’s cock to his hole and helped Gage slowly enter him. The young man was groaning and weakly encouraging Gage to fuck him deeply. And he was laughing in quiet tones and murmuring to himself about the ultimate fuck he was receiving and how deep Gage was mining as Gage pushed into his channel. Fourteen, fifteen inches. And still the youth was staying with him.

Gage looked into his eyes. This was he himself, just as he was when he was being taken by Emile that first time. The horror of what Gage was doing – the process of taking another life to rejuvenate himself – was starting to push its way to the surface, fighting with the primeval feeding and taking urges that Emile’s choice for him had forced on him. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t Emile. This wasn’t the decision he could make.

Gage felt himself going soft and he sensed the confusion and rising of disappointment in the blond youth writhing under him – wanting the ultimate fuck but having no appreciation of the cost of receiving that.

With all the strength he could muster, Gage flung himself from the embrace of the blond youth and from the bed of the trunk and ran back to the edge of the forest. He swept up his clothes with nary a look at the semiconscious black youth who had been meant for Emile’s feeding and ran for more than a mile into the woods before being able to trust himself to stop and put his shorts and T back on.

There would be no feeding for Emile that night. And Emile was, as Gage knew he would be, beside himself with hunger and frustration that Gage had not brought him a young man to feed on. But what Emile didn’t know was that there would be no further feeding, not unless Gage could overcome this sense of fair play and remorse at what he had been transformed into.

Three days later, consumed by a grief that surprised and concerned him, Gage found himself lingering a few steps away from the assembled group of mourners at a burial at dusk in New Orlean’s St. Louis #3 cemetery of a lover of his from his earlier life. Jake had been his bike mate in the biker’s club Gage had ridden with before Emile possessed him. They had been inseparable and had been enthusiastic lovers. After Gage had disappeared into Emile’s world, Jake had left the biker club, had married, and had developed a highly successful automobile dealership from an initial startup of a bike repair shop. Then, old, fat, and overindulged, he had died of a hardened-arteries-induced heart attack.

Gage recognized many of the men who attended the funeral; he had ridden with them alongside Jake in that earlier life, so many worlds ago. But they didn’t recognize him and would not have even if he had stepped into the grouping around the grave site. They were all well into their fifties, and Gage had aged, certainly, but not farther then into his early thirties yet. He was still basically the same young, beefy blond stud he’d been back then. They were all well into their middle ages now.

Gage ached in his mourning for his lost lover and his loins took a lurch when the mourners began to disperse and pulled away from a young man persistent in remaining standing at the grave. Jake’s son. There was no doubt that it was Jake’s son. A handsome, olive-skinned, dark-haired, lithe youth of delicate facial features and almost a dancing quality of movement.

Gage stood, transfixed. And the buzzing in his ears from the long delay in his necessary feeding began to turn into voices inside his head telling him that this wasn’t Jake’s son at all – it was Jake himself. Here to reunite with his long-lost lover. Waiting on Gage; wanting to be taken by Gage as he had been so many times before. Open to his lover.

Everyone but the two of them were gone now. It was growing dark and mist was coming in from the river and filtering through the silent cemetery. The voices were winning. Gage approached the young Jake and turned him around so that they were facing each other. The voices were right. This was the face of the youthful Jake, and his expression was one of surprise, certainly, but Gage could see the unmistakable signs of recognition and welcome. The voices buzzing in his head were assuring Gage that Jake knew who he was and what he had come for – and that Jake wanted this as much as Gage did.

Gage lowered his lips to Jake’s and took him with a deep kiss, swabbing his mouth cavity with that intoxicating and numbing toxin of his. Jake seemed to be struggling with him, trying to push him away, but that had always been Jake’s game. They had liked to play games of captivity and overpowering in their love making. This was just like old times. This truly was Jake.

Gage sank his teeth into Jake’s neck and fed, and Jake increasingly accepted Gage’s love making, letting Gage take him to the ground and cover his body closely.

Gage frantically adjusted both his and Jake’s clothing and took familiar possession of his lover’s ass passage with his searching cock. Deeper and deeper he went into his lover, who was moaning and groaning his passion and love for what was happening to him. Jake was weakly bucking against Gage, as always writhing in that sexy reluctance of being taken way he had to inflame his insistent lover and to urge him to fuck him more vigorously and deeper. Gage followed the old game. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen thick inches, drawing out with a sucking sound and then ramming home inside his lover, going deeper with each stroke, each stroke met with a groan of passion and desire from his lover.

And Gage – Gage the convert of Emile – was also feeding on his Jake. He left off fucking him twice to lower his lips to his lover’s cock and to milk his essences. And he also took time out from stroking his cock in and out of his lover to seek out and feed on veins.

When Gage came at last some two feet up into his lover’s gut, he lowered his lips to Jake’s for a kiss of ultimate merger, but Jake didn’t return the pressure. His lips were slack, and when Gage looked into his lover’s eyes, all he saw were the whites – the pupils had rolled back into his head as he had breathed his last, sometime earlier in Gage’s frenzied love making.

With a flood of recognition, Gage realized what he had done. He no longer was possessed by the buzzing in his ears. He had fed his full now – just as he was supposed to – and thus he once more was totally rejuvenated. But the clearing of his mind only helped the reality of where he was and what he had done flow into him.

This wasn’t Jake broken and drained lying in his embrace. This was Jake’s son. Dead. What had Gage done? His affliction had caused him to take the life of his own lover’s son.

The horror of what he had done, of what he would have to do to lead the life that Emile had forced on him was overwhelming. With a cry of anguish, Gage rose and ran into the mists swirling around the grounds of the cemetery, leaving the broken and drained body of a complete innocent lying across the newly dug grave of the young man’s father.

Gage found his bike and raced back to the plantation house. He ran up the stairs, full of hatred and self-loathing, prepared to vent all of his anger on the man who had brought him to this point.

But all he found was a whimpering old man, a Emile who had not fed in many days and who was slowly decaying back into nothingness.

Emile held out his shackled arms in despair and entreaty to his protégé, begging him for relief and affection. And Gage took Emile into his arms and made tender love to him, bringing a spark of life into the ancient one by transferring some of the vitality and youthful essences that he had just stolen from Jake’s son.

But in those tender moments of merging their body into a deep fuck with magnificent cocks, revived by the essence of stolen youth, Gage came to another hard decision. When he had filled Emile with the flow of his manhood, he left him there, sighing and growing younger and stronger, and moved down the stairs for the last time.

He would leave the imprisoning plantation house now and the possessive arms and influence of Emile and prove to Emile and to himself that he could reject Emile’s way. He would gladly become fully human again and age naturally and grow old and die at a natural rate. He would fight the urges of perpetual youth and the taking of life and its essences that this demanded. And he would just walk away from this house and let Emile die naturally too, shackled in his bedroom, no one to hear his cries or to save him.

Gage stopped briefly at a window in the music room and lit up a cigarette, trying to gain courage to follow up his hard decision with action. A gust of wind caught the curtain at the window and the flaring match touched on the dry, rotting, silk. In an instant, flames were running up the wooden paneling of the wall.

There was a brief moment when Gage could have done something about the fire, but in the same instant it dawned on him that this was a much more humane death for Emile than slowly rotting away from lack of feeding.

And, so, Gage just walked out of the house to where the grand oaks started at the base of the driveway and turned. The house was fully engulfed in flames. Who would have known that it would flare up so quickly? Despite the roaring of the fire, Gage could hear the plaintive cries of Emile. His mentor was calling for him; begging him to come.

Who knows whether Emile was working his magic on Gage one last time, if Gage had last-second thoughts of saving Emile, or if Gage realized that he was much too weak to will himself to grow old and die when eternal youth was within his power? But something made him make that last hard decision, the hardest decision of all.

After the idiotic gesture of dropping his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with the heel of his boot, Gage strode back into the house and mounted the flaming staircase. He entered Emile’s bedroom, and the two clung to each other as their world was consumed and evaporated in purifying flames.

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Staring out the window, all he could see was a falling blanket of snow. The flakes were huge, and they seemed endless to him. Peter felt a slight shiver, as he watched the falling snow, covering everything in it’s white blanket. It wasn’t that he was cold, just that he knew he was in deep shit for being up here, and now being stranded.

He felt the arms wrap around his slender waist, and the hot breath on his neck as Ron laid his head on top of his shoulder, staring at out with him. He could feel the hard body leaning into his, which gave him a strange tingling sensation inside, as he leaned backwards, letting Ron take his body weight.

‘Sorry you came?’

Peter turned his head slightly, to stare into Ron’s dark eyes, to see the small frown on his perfect face. He smiled as he reached out to grab hold of the hands around his waist, and caress them, feeling the warmth.

‘No, even if I’d know we’d be stuck up here, I’d still have come. You, any regrets?’

A soft kiss on his cheek made him snuggle in even more, as he watched the eyes change color. They suddenly seemed more alive, sparkling even as he waited for Ron’s answer, knowing he was just as happy as he was. It was too bad about the heavy snow, but hell, the cabin had lots of food, firewood, so they could weather the storm. It would be a bitch when they got home, but then they weren’t kids any more.

Sure the folks would be pissed, but they were both college boys, freshmen. Okay maybe they shouldn’t have come up here, and yeah they would miss the big family circus gathering, but it wasn’t really their fault. Besides, his mom might be rather grateful, not having to explain to all his other relatives about Ron.

‘Nope, well, maybe for one thing.’

Peter turned around, facing Ron while still keeping himself wrapped in his strong arms. He stared at the face, at the way the eyes were looking at him. There was no mistaking that hungry look, the way the lips were pouting, the eyes glistening.

‘Yeah, and what is that one little thing?’

‘Didn’t say it was little’

‘Okay, so what thing is it you regret?’

‘You look so cute when you pretending to be angry, your ears turn red, did you know that?’

Ron leaned over and kissed one of Peter’s ears, nibbling a bit on the ear lobe as his hands moved up and down the backside of Peters rather bony back. He could feel the hand passing over his spine, feeling the bumps. It felt so good in Ron’s strong arms, yet he wanted to know what he regretted.

‘Don’t change the subject, tell me, what is it you regret?’

Peter felt a hand move down, to firmly hold one of his butt cheeks. The fingers dug in, making him squirm a bit, and move in closer to the warm body of his college friend. Though as he did, he couldn’t help but look into the face, to see the sort of laughing grin over his face. He was always teasing him, which is one of the things that had first attracted him. The way Ron seemed to never take things seriously.

The eyes were looking at him, searching him, while the hands were telling him just how much Ron wanted him, again. It was like he was insatiable, the way he enjoyed having sex. It was that lust that had brought them up from town, to be alone in the cabin. Mainly it was Ron’s appetite for sex, and while he had resisted at first, Ron knew all the tricks to get him to go along.

‘Really want to know?’

‘Yes, I really want to know.’

‘Well, for an ex boy scout, you aren’t well prepared.’

‘Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?’

Laughing Ron leaned back, grinning at Peter.

‘You only brought one box of condoms, if we are stuck here for more than a day, we in trouble.’

He couldn’t help but laugh. For a minute or two, he had actually thought it was something serious, that maybe Ron wasn’t happy with their sex, or that he hadn’t performed well. Peter was too serious, one of Ron’s constant jibes about him, but now he just couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Little you know, there is always a spare box up here. It’s in the top shelf in the spare bedroom closet.’

‘Bitch, really?’

‘Yes’

‘Now why would Mister Student of the Year have a spare box of condoms in the family cabin?’

‘Because I may study hard, but I was no virgin when I went to college, and honey, you sure ain’t the first to come up here.’

‘Tart’

‘You should know. Now just why is it you think we don’t have enough condoms?’

Ron only grinned as he reached down and under, to pick up Peter in his arms. He grunted as Peter wasn’t exactly a 98 pound geek, though damn close to it. Still, to be suddenly lifted up off his feet, to be held by this strong hunk, only made his body quiver in excitement. It was a feeling he kept having, whenever around Ron, and now, stuck in the cabin, it was like non stop.

He stared into Ron’s face, saw the eyelashes flutter, then felt the hard press of lips on his own. His breath seemed to leave as he opened his mouth, feeling the hot tongue push past his lips, licking at his own. He sighed, feeling the strength in the arms holding him, feeling his head swim a little, as Ron kissed him hard.

He pulled away, and there was no mistaking that glint as he turned around and carried him away from the huge bay window. The snow was still falling as he was carried over to the huge fireplace. The roaring fire had been stoked not that long ago, and several of the logs inside were crackling as the flames licked at the spaces between the charred bark.

Ron kneeled down, keeping Peter in his arms. He kissed him on the belly, feeling the muscles rolling. Every part of him was shaking as Ron licked and teased at the flesh around his belly button. He couldn’t help but feel aroused, and he just hung on. His arms were clinging around Ron’s neck, as he was placed gently down on the warm rug, in front of the roaring fire.

He lay there, looking up at Ron. He could see his balls hanging, the hard pole sticking out. It was like it had never gone soft since they had come up to the cabin yesterday afternoon. Peter couldn’t help but smile at the memories of yesterday, last night, and this morning. While he had been here many times, with other guys, none had the sex drive that Ron had. He still couldn’t believe how many times he had taken him, had ridden that long thick cock, or how many kisses he had received.

In some ways, it must be like what a newlywed must feel, the constant need for making love. As he stared up, he saw the rippling muscles, the flat washboard stomach jiggle, as Ron looked down at him, grinning. There was something about the look that made Peter tingle, made his whole body ache, all over again. His own cock was sticking up, aroused just by Ron’s look, by the nearness of his naked body.

Strange, but the moment they had come to the cabin, entered and got a roaring fire going, they had not put on a stitch of clothing. All there clothes still lay in a heap by the very spot he was now, untouched since the first burst of passion.

He had never experienced such wild sex before Ron. Even what they had back at College was nothing to what they had so far. At first, he figured that yesterday’s afternoon romp was the best, but each time Ron got horny, each time they came together seemed to just become more powerful, more meaningful to him. There weren’t words for him to explain to himself, but laying on the rug, he felt the need for Ron in a way that almost was painful.

The pain in his ass, the throbbing of his cock, were so intense, that it hurt. His mind seemed to be lost, aimless even, as he waited. The nerves in his entire body seemed on edge, tingling like sharp needles poking at him. Even his balls, drained several times already, were once more full, and threatening to burst on their own. The hairs on his skin were all on end, waiting nervously for Ron’s first touch.

Ron leaned over, and pulled the  empty bottle of lubricant, and the last strip of condoms from the coffee table. He set them down and kneeled down to rest near Peter. His knees barely touching Peter’s side. Still, he could feel his body warmth, different than that from the fire’s heat. The roaring fire only added to his sense of anticipation as he watched every move Ron made.

The way his hair had dried, hung in matted strands around his thin face, how it crossed his face, when he would look down at him. All of it was etched on his mind as he waited, feeling his heart starting to run a bit faster, feeling the chest heaving as he began to breath just a bit harder, a bit more shallow.

He saw the hand as it moved out, and the tip of the first two fingers were held tightly together. His eyes followed them as they reached up, and caressed the side of his face. As they did, he felt himself quiver, but he watched Ron’s eyes. He could see them sparkle, almost burst out as if tiny rockets were exploding inside of them. His heart began to beat harder, as the fingers moved down his face, to trace a small light pattern across his trembling lips, then under his chin.

They tilted his chin up, and then suddenly were covered by Ron’s face. He felt the soft little kiss, and felt the rolling thunder beginning inside of his body. His legs twitched, his arms too, as Ron pulled back, and let his fingers continue their journey along his naked chest.

The small tiny tufts of chest hair swayed as the fingers moved over them, tingling and shaking. His chest was beginning to heave up and down, as the fingers moved across the flesh, to each firm nipple. The tips touched every so softly, made him lick his lips, and his eyes flutter a bit. It was unbelievable how he was feeling so much from such a little touch. His cock ached, more than it did just a few hours earlier.

The eyes, they were following the fingers, and he could see the desire welling up inside of them. His own eyes seemed a bit glazed as he tried to follow. The touch of his nipples made him groan too, and then the fingers moved lightly over the firm flesh, then around and around they went. Just barely touching his skin, but he could feel them, feel the tenderness behind the fingers. It was like being connected, as if the fingers were a cord between them.

His chest rose higher, and he sighed as he drank in more of the pine scented smell of the room. The burnt wood odor combined with the sap, made his nostrils flare a little, as Ron’s fingers moved down. They touched him and circled his belly button. He felt his muscles trembling, felt his arms twitch as the fingers never stopped moving, never stopped arousing every nerve inside. His legs moved a bit, and he saw a small smile cross Ron’s face. He was watching Peter’s cock sway, and his own desire was growing as he lightly caressed Peter.

The fingers moved down, brushing across the tops of his pubic hairs, touching the softer hairs of his thighs, feeling the muscles underneath shake. His whole body was aroused, waiting. The fingers moved down the inside of one leg, then across the top to run back up. Over across his pubic hair, his belly, the fingers moved. They stopped just above the base of his stiff cock. They pressed down a little, then released the pressure. Ron was staring intently at Peter’s hard dick.

Peter saw his eyes flicker, saw then darken, as well as widen. Then he felt the fingers moving, lightly touching the hairs around his cock shaft, just ever so lightly brush past them. His body shuddered, as the fingers moved upwards. The edge of his nails now all that touched him, as the fingers traveled up his shaft.

The crackling and popping sounds seem to be louder, or maybe it was the beating of his heart in his chest. Peter wasn’t sure, as he felt his body stiffen, felt his lungs aching as Ron’s hand moved lightly up his shaft, the nails lightly brushing against his skin. His cock quivered, as the fingers moved up and then around the cock head itself. His eyes closed as he felt the fingers circle just under the cap of his head, then move along the cap ridge. He moaned and turned his head away, trying to hold control over his body. His balls were aching, wanting to explode, but he held back, feeling the fingers move up off the ridge of his cock head, to lightly brush over the cock head itself.

The first touch was almost too much, but he bit down on his lip, keeping a tenuous hold over his body. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, sweat was forming on his forehead, and dripping down the sides of his head. His hair was feeling damp, despite the heat from the fire.

The fingers moved across his cock, barely disturbing the oozing pre cum that filled his pee hole. Again he nearly lost it, but held on, as Ron moved his fingers off, and he heard the ripping sound of plastic. He knew Ron was opening a condom, and the ache between his butt cheeks became more intense, in anticipation.

His whole body shook as he felt the plastic on the head of his cock. Peter opened his eyes to see Ron placing the condom over the head of his cock, unrolling a bit to cover his throbbing cock head. Then he watched as the head moved closer, and his whole body shook, as he felt Ron’s lips pressing over the head of his cock, against the plastic of the condom.

His hands balled up into fists, as the waves of pleasure came racing down his shaft and into the rest of his body. Every nerve seemed to be screaming at him, every muscle taut like a steel band over wound as he felt the lips pushing down on his cock, unrolling the remaining plastic sheath of the condom. His balls were pushing up, his legs stiffened and even his toes felt like they were curling up as Ron unrolled the condom down his penis.

His nose tickled the pubic hairs, then began to press down. His cock was enveloped into the mouth, the lips holding his shaft steady, as it pushed the condom all the way down and over his cock. Peter had never had anyone unroll a condom on his cock, like that. The new sensations were intense, and made every part of his body tremble. He was at a loss as to why too, as Ron was a confirmed top.

The mouth rose up off his cock, and he managed to open his eyes to see Ron popping open the lubricant. He watched as the slimy goop was poured onto the head of his cock, and then the hard grip of Ron’s hand smeared the oily substance down his cock. He felt the firm grip, felt the liquid flowing beyond his cock, to coat his pubic hairs and his balls. The hand rubbed it across, and even more of the liquid was applied, and Ron made sure every part of his cock and balls were soaked with it.

As a log popped in the fireplace, grabbing his attention, he suddenly felt the presence of Ron’s body over his. Turning quickly back from the fire, he saw Ron perched over him, straddling his prone body. The vacant look in his eyes was too much for him, making him sigh. Then he felt the hand reaching back, taking hold of his stiff cock, and the tip of it felt Ron’s hot flesh. His eyes bulged as he saw Ron’s face constrict, while feeling the tip of his cock head being wedged between the butt cheeks. He felt his cock being forced along the valley, until the head was tightly forced up against Ron’s hole.

Glancing up at Ron, he heard the soft wailing moan as he felt his cock suddenly being wrapped up inside of a blast furnace. The heat was intense, as was the strange feeling. He knew his cock was penetrating beyond the pink hole, that his cock was entering Ron’s inner body. The painful grunt, or groan only added to the wild sensations that were suddenly racing up and down his own body.

He was shocked, at how soft it all felt, at how siney too. It was like a thousand tiny tentacles were suddenly embracing his thick cock, trying to hold it, and yet not. He felt the sides of his cock being pressed, knowing it was Ron’s muscles, trying to grab hold, trying to impede his progress, but Ron was the one driving his butt down, making Peter’s cock continue inwards.

His mind reeled. The thunder of his heart was so loud he was glad they weren’t under any mountain ledge. The noise of his heart pounding would surely cause an avalanche otherwise. His body shook, as he felt his cock driving upwards, entering further into Ron’s body. His head was rocking from side to side, as the harsh beat of his heart became more like a whining jet engine. The thin shriek was actually him crying out, as his body shuddered.

Peter’s legs stiffened even more, shot out more rigid than he thought possible, as Ron began to move up and down. Each time he did, Peter felt his body shake, felt his blood race even faster. The new sensation was unbelievable, as he reached up, his hands holding onto the shivering hips. They couldn’t hold on as the body on top of him was moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

Ron’s buttocks was clenching and unclenching. Each time he pulled up, they held him tightly, then as he forced his body back down, they released their grip. His cock throbbed, ached, as it went up and out. Sweat was pouring from every pore in his body, as he felt the hard crush of Ron’s buttocks onto his groin. The slapping sound of moist flesh striking flesh echoed in the room, mingled with the crackling logs on the fire. Yet all he could really hear was the thunder of his heart.

His lungs ached, his balls were like a ticking time bomb. Peter felt the pain deep in his chest, deep in his groin too as Ron’s ass cheeks squeezed tighter and tighter around his cock. The trembling of his body was constant, and he knew he was moaning, though he couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear the groans from Ron either, as he tossed his head from side to side, biting on his lower lip.

There was no chance of holding back, as he felt his balls exploding. He couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard he tried, and he cried out, yelling his coming explosion to the room. Suddenly the press around his cock ended, and as his body began to convulse, the condom was being yanked off his cock. He shook, as the first stream of his hot milk flowed out from his cock, high up into the air, but it didn’t fall back down. It had splashed against Ron’s chin and face.

Then as he felt his body continue to shake, the firm grip around his cock head made him gasp. Ron was looming over him as he opened his eyes, his cock was inside of Ron’s mouth, as the second stream of cum came flowing out. He felt the mouth tightening its hold on his shaking cock, felt the tongue flattened under his cock, as he came.

He was out of breath. His whole body was squirming and shaking as Ron sucked the last of his cum, and gradually released its hold on his cock. The sound of it coming free reverberated in the room, along with his own panting gasps for air. Every part of his body seemed to be shivering, to be trembling as he felt the waves of his orgasm still. His toes and fingers felt numb, as he finally was able to hear other sounds. The panting sound was not just from him, but from Ron too.

Opening his eyes, tiny dots of color flashed around the murky image of the room. He could see the light of the fire dancing on the ceiling, as he lowered his eyes to see Ron, laying next to him. His chest was still heaving, as was his own. Sweat glistened on Ron’s skin, and he reached out with one hand, to lightly caress the wet skin.

Slowly they both seemed to calm down, their bodies no longer shaking, no longer hot to the touch. Ron lifted himself up on one elbow, to stare at Peter. Again his finger was lightly caressing Peter’s chest, as Ron leaned forward, kissing Peter softly on the mouth. He pulled back and stared at Peter.

‘Better start keeping more than one extra box of condoms.’

Peter just grinned and reached out to pull Ron in closer. He kissed him hard on the mouth. Turning his head, he lay back, as Ron’s head rested on his breast. He saw the falling snow, and thought how wonderful it was to be snowed in, also wondering if he could find where his older brother kept his stash of condoms in the cabin.

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The builder’s office shouldn’t be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton’s new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet had almost put the transaction off, as the funeral had only been yesterday, but the Thorntons were anxious to get past this phase and neither Danny nor Chet had wanted to give them second thoughts about the contract. Phil had been the front man for the building firm, while Danny had been the behind-the-scene organizer and schedule keeper. With Phil gone now, it was likely that the firm’s clients would be antsy about the business. Phil had been the outgoing one, the marketer, the glad-hander. There was no way that the clients would know that Danny had been the glue that held the business together, the engine that made it work. He was too young and reticent to make his mark while he stood, willingly, in the shadow of Phil.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate, Chet was thinking as he pushed the front door of the office and entered the empty, but still brightly lit reception room. A frosted white Christmas tree stood, a bit askew, on the top of the reception desk, a gold braided garland drooping down to the surface of the desk and its red balls reflecting light from the overheads back onto the glass front window. The tree lights were off; they’d been off since Friday – when it had happened. The tree lights were off just as starkly as the light of the firm was off.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate in Chet’s opinion at the moment because he’d chosen not only to die abruptly, without warning, but to do so between Christmas and New Years – on a Friday night. Danny, of course, hadn’t been any help. Chet and a few of the couple’s other friends had to step in and make all of the arrangements. And this wasn’t easy to do. Phil’s religion dictated he be interred immediately. But there had been no prior arrangements. Phil had been robust and fully alive, even though he was past fifty. Dying was the last thing either he or Danny had considered possible. They had been together – and inseparable – for nearly five years, ever since Danny graduated from college and joined Phil’s firm.

Chet felt a little put upon for all he had had to do over the past two days. But he had done it for Danny. He had wanted Danny from the day he had joined the firm. But Phil and Danny had made their connection even before that, and Chet had been forced to stand in the shadows, watching and wanting Danny, but not wanting to break into what Phil and Danny obviously had going for themselves.

Chet heard rustling from the back, where the private offices were, and he pushed open the door to the back corridor and moved, by instinct, past Danny’s office to the large corner office at the back, the one that Phil had ruled the firm from. The door was ajar and the room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp on the large mahogany executive desk that commanded the room, nearly centered on the lush Oriental rug.

Danny was slouched in Phil’s throne-like chair behind the desk, his arms hunched on the top of the desk and his forehead arced down. He had a sweater held up to his eyes and he was snuffling away. Chet recognized the sweater as one Phil liked to wear after the clients had departed and he was playing lord of the firm.

‘Danny,’ Chet said softly, wanting to warn his young friend of his presence, wanting to give Danny a moment to pull himself together. But Danny didn’t pull himself together. He continued to cry softly and rub the cashmere softness of the sweater on his eyelids.

Chet took this as a good sign. Danny had been stoic through the visitation and the funeral ceremony itself. Not that many knew that Phil and Danny were lovers and were living together. Phil’s family didn’t know it, and Danny had done all he could to give his lover that deniability beyond the grave. Chet was pleased and comforted that Danny didn’t keep up that pretense with him.

‘Danny,’ Chet repeated after he had sat down on the visitor’s chair on the other side of the desk, a chair that Phil had had made shorter than normal to put his clients and other visitors in their place relative to him. ‘Danny, I could come back later. But we’d arranged – ‘

‘No, no,’ Danny said in a small voice muffled by the sweater. ‘Go ahead and put the plans on the desk. I’ll have them delivered tomorrow. Madge and Tony are coming in. Madge had taken the holiday week off, but she volunteered to handle the phones. There have been a lot of calls . . . about Phil.’

‘I’m sure there have been. It was a shock to us all. No one expected – ‘

‘No, no one did,’ Danny said. He put the sweater down, lovingly, almost reverently, on the desk, folding it as if he was going to put it back in the drawer. ‘I’m such a mess – ‘

‘No one who knew about you and Phil would expect you to be any other way, Danny. It’s OK.’

‘No,’ Danny said. ‘It’s that I’m being so . . . Goddam irrational and selfish.’

‘Irrational? Selfish? I don’t follow,’ Chet murmured. ‘It’s natural – ‘

‘It’s natural, with Phil being dead, to wonder where my Christmas present is?’ Danny asked. The vehemence in his voice showcased the depth of his despair and self-loathing.’

‘What? Come again?’ Chet asked. He was completely nonplused. Danny didn’t have a selfish bone in his body. He had done everything for Phil. The cooking, the washing, the shopping. All Phil had to do was the fucking.

For a moment Danny was speechless. What he had blurted out had certainly rendered Chet speechless. Danny began to wheeze, which prompted him to reach into his pocket, take out a small pill box, and struggle with it for a moment.

‘Shit. Can’t get it open. Piece of crap. Been that way for weeks.’ But then he did manage to get it open, with such force that pills spilled out over the desk top. Danny selected two, popped them in his mouth, and took a swig of water from a half-full glass. Then he cleared his throat and made another attempt to speak.

‘I shouldn’t care, of course. It’s just the unfinished business of it all.’ He stopped, gathering his thoughts.

‘Go on,’ Chet prompted in a low voice.

‘You know that Phil’s been home sick for the last couple of weeks. We should have known something was coming on. He’d never felt that weak and wiped out before.’

‘Yes,’ Chet said. ‘But the present – ‘

‘Even though he’d been sick, he’d managed to get a birthday present for me after Thanksgiving. And then he got weaker, and I asked him if he needed any shopping done. And he said no and that he’d gotten me something special but I couldn’t see it until Christmas.’

Chet didn’t say anything, still perplexed.

‘But, but . . .,’ Danny was having trouble continuing. ‘But Christmas came and went, and he was in a high fever Christmas day and the ambulance came for him that night. Needless to say we didn’t have Christmas at all.’

‘And no present?’ Chet asked?

‘Right. Oh, God. It’s not that I have to have a Christmas present,’ Danny blustered, already close to tears again. ‘But it’s knowing he had something for me. A last present. Some of it is that, wanting that last present to hold onto. But mostly it’s knowing that it’s around somewhere. Unfinished business. And, God, the worst part – maybe finding it three months from now when I’ve somehow managed to adjust to him . . . being . . . gone.’

Danny was crying again. The tears were flowing down his cheeks. Chet was crushed. He couldn’t stand to see Danny in this condition. Danny was the sensitive one. Chet knew this would tear him apart.

‘Come here, Danny,’ Chet said. But he said it with a frog in his throat, in a low, guttural voice that Danny wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he hadn’t been crying. Chet pushed his chair back from the table and beckoned. Urging Danny to come to him for comfort. Reacting by instinct.

‘What?’ Danny murmured.

‘Come over here to me, Danny. Or I’ll come over there. You needn’t be alone. You aren’t alone.’

Danny meekly rose from his chair and moved around the desk. Chet was being strong. Chet was being dominant. This was a role Danny was familiar and comfortable with. He also was responding instinctively. The submissive to the strong father figure.

‘Here, on my lap,’ Chet said. He wasn’t intentionally trying to push Phil aside already. But he knew Phil and Danny. He had wanted to be Phil for so long. He knew what would calm Danny.

Danny sank onto Chet’s lap, sitting sideways, his right leg over the arm of the chair and his left across Chet’s knees, his calf descending along Chet’s shin and his toe resting on the plush carpet.

‘Put your arm around my neck, Danny.’ Danny complied.

‘Now put your head under my chin. Go ahead and do that. And go ahead and cry it out.’

Danny sank against Chet’s chest. He could feel Chet’s heart racing, and it gave him great comfort. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel he was with Phil. Chet was strong and heavily muscled, just as Phil had been. And he was older. Not as old as Phil. But only enough. Danny felt safe in his arms. He was drawn to the musky smell of the other man. Like Phil. He was comfortable being told what to do.

Chet was rocking Danny back and forth and humming softly to him, just as he would do to a small child. He had his arms locked around Danny, and he was rubbing the younger man’s back softly, soothingly. His hand, almost without him realizing it – almost – went up under Danny’s shirt tail in back, and he was now running his hand lightly around on Danny’s back, under the fabric. Danny was making a low humming sound now.

But he was still crying softly.

‘Don’t cry, Danny. I’ll help you look. I’ll take care of you,’ Chet said. He was switching to automatic pilot now. He had dreamed of this for months. He was kissing the top of Danny’s head. Danny made no move to disengage. Chet tilted up Danny’s chin and gently kissed the younger man’s cheeks, trapping his salty tears. It was only a short step from there to tentatively, gently possessing Danny’s lips with his own. Danny was yielding and his kiss was sweet.

Chet pulled the rest of Danny’s shirt tail out of his pants and he ran a hand up Danny’s chest and to his nipples. Danny sighed.

Chet brought his hand slowly down Danny’s sternum and belly and undid his belt and ran his hand down under the fabric of Danny’s pants. He ran his hand down along Danny’s cock and held him close there. Danny moaned and arched his back, presenting his nipples to Chet’s lips.

There was no doubt that Danny could feel Chet’s need pushing at his buttocks as they continued to rock back and forth.

‘Feet on floor and chest on desk,’ Chet commanded in a low, husky voice.

As Danny dutifully positioned himself, Chet pulled the younger man’s pants and shoes off.

This is what Chet had wanted to see for the longest time. He loved the plump curve of Danny’s butt cheeks. He sat there on the edge of the chair behind Danny and leaned down, pulled the cheeks apart gently, almost worshipfully, with the palm of his hands and blew on the puckered hole now revealed. Danny twitched and moaned.

Chet leaned forward and kissed and tongued along the crack. Danny swayed against him. He was whispering quietly to himself and moaning softly, but Chet couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Chet unzipped himself and began stroking his own cock to full staff as his tongue circled ever closer and then ever deeper and Danny gently swayed his hips to the attention he was receiving.

‘Now, back onto me,’ Chet commanded in a husky voice. Danny stood and then just sank slowly backward, into Chet’s lap, impaling himself on Chet’s waiting cock.

They began a motion again, but more of a rocking forward and backward. Chet lifted Danny’s legs and spread them over the arms of the chair, He was holding Danny with one palm on his left breast and the other fanned out on his belly.

They fucked quietly and in slow motion, their moans and groans rising and falling in concert, Danny still murmuring to himself in words that Chet couldn’t catch.

Chet’s instincts to possess fully, to control completely took over and, on a command and without losing connection, Chet stood and gently lowered Danny with him to the plush carpet. They lay on their sides, Chet touching Danny full length along his back. Chet lifted Danny’s left leg, and buried his cock deeper inside the younger man and started a strong, steady stroking that had Danny gasping and writhing and groaning and moaning. Chet was stroking Danny’s cock with one hand in the crescendoing rhythm of the fuck. Danny’s muttering was gaining intensity and clarity, and as Chet exploded in orgasm, setting Danny’s own ejaculation off, Danny could clearly be heard crying out Phil’s name.

Chet said nothing. But he knew that Phil would always remain a specter between him and Danny. But maybe there was something he could do to at least assuage that a bit.

He nuzzled the hollow of Danny’s neck with his lips. Danny was still crying softly.

‘Now we go home,’ Chet said, quietly but forcefully. ‘To my home. To my bed.’

‘Yes, Chet,’ Danny murmured.

Linda heard the taxi pull up outside the store. Mr. H. always came in by taxi when it was snowing. He’d never learned to cope with that. Just one of the things Mr. H. made clear he wasn’t going to try to cope with. The whole world could adjust to Mr. H., it could. She could see just by looking out the window that the snow hadn’t made the ride any more pleasant for Mr. H., although it didn’t take much to make Mr. H. unpleasant. He had slammed the taxi door and caused a nice-looking gentleman in an expensive-looking coat to slide hard against a light pole. But without saying a word, Mr. H. turned and just barreled into the store. As Christina helped Mr. H. with his coat and mumbled those mothering sounds of hers, Linda went back to the window to see about the gentleman. He had gotten back upright and slid more than walked over to the store’s show window. Linda ducked to the side so that he wouldn’t be staring into her face and wouldn’t bring her into what had just happened. But she didn’t retreat far from the window. She wanted to observe him, to be sure he hadn’t broken anything.

The man looked into the window display briefly and then turned and started to gingerly walk off. After he had moved a few paces away from the show window, though, he stopped dead in his tracks and then, after a short pause, squared his shoulders and shuffled back to the store.

Linda briefly panicked, thinking he meant to come in looking for whoever had knocked him down, but when she looked into his eyes, she didn’t see anger there. Instead, he had sad eyes. Linda could see defeat in his eyes, which was quite a shock to see on such a nicely clothed gentleman. Linda’s first thought was that he knew who the man was who had knocked him down – that he owned this jewelry store – and that he was going to smash the glass and try to run off with some of the display jewelry.

But he just stood there for the longest minute, frozen in place. And so did Linda. Both waiting for the next scene to start.

At length, Linda saw Chet square his shoulders and enter the store, which set off that bell Linda always found so annoying, and walked right up to the counter in front of Linda.

‘Yes, sir, welcome to Hudson’s, fine jewelers,’ Linda said in her practiced for-the-customers voice. ‘Can I help you with anything? We have some nice jeweled pins. Just the thing for wife or girlfriend – or mother.’ She couldn’t gauge him. He was a handsome devil, well and solidly built. And obviously successful. A touch of gray, but she was sure he wasn’t out of his forties.

‘Um, no, I’m not looking for anything to buy. I was just wondering – ‘

He suddenly seemed at a loss for words and seemed only half as brave and determined as he had been when he walked in. Linda didn’t help. She was still trying to gauge whether he was married or not; she couldn’t read this one. So far she didn’t have a clue what he had come in to get, and, although she prided herself in figuring customers out down to how much they were willing to part with, Mr. H. always said not to assume too fast that the customer is looking for something cheaper than you might otherwise convince them they can’t live without.

‘Is this Mr. Hudson’s shop? Mr. Mortimer Hudson?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Oh, Lord, Linda thought, maybe the man wants to make trouble with Mr. H. for knocking him down after all. ‘Did you want to talk with him?’ Linda asked, willing the man to say that wasn’t necessary. ‘I think he might be in back, but he’s working on a setting right now, and we don’t like to disturb him when he’s doing that.’

All of a sudden the man looked about ten years older and defeated.

‘But if it’s important,’ Linda rushed on, ‘I can go get him.’

‘No, it’s OK,’ Chet said. ‘Maybe you can help me. I’m told that a colleague of mine used to shop here. And I think he knew Mr. Hudson.’ There was a pause, as Chet absentmindedly played in a tray of cheap stickpins on top of the counter. ‘Do you – ?’ He cleared his throat and looked up at one of the dim corners of the ceiling. ‘Do you perhaps keep any records of things ordered but never picked up?’

‘I’m sorry, I don’t follow. What to you mean?’ Linda responded.

And then it all came out in a rush. ‘Well, I think this colleague may have bought something in here sometime before Christmas and then not picked it up. I’m just checking on whether that could have happened. And, and, of course, I’d take it now and pay for it.’

‘Well, I don’t know. That’s possible, of course. What did he order?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know? How then do you – ?’

‘I’m sorry. I’ll have to explain a bit. The colleague’s name is Phil Shelton. He died right after Christmas and he had this fiancée, Danielle – he called her Danny – who he told he had a special Christmas present for. And now she’s all upset and doesn’t thinks she can get closure on his death without knowing what he got her, and my friends and I were thinking that maybe he ordered something from one of the stores he used and just got too sick to pick it up. I’m sorry if this sounds disjointed, but – ‘

‘Oh,’ Linda said. ‘This is getting a little complicated. I think I’d better go get Mr. Hudson. You said his name was Phil . . .’

‘Phil Shelton. And if it’s something engraved, it might be for a Danny, spelled with a ‘Y.”

Mr. Hudson seemed none too happy to be interrupted when Linda came into the workroom.

‘Whadcha want? Can’t you see I’m finishing up Ruth’s anniversary present?’

Linda looked at what Mr. Hudson was working on. It was an exquisite pill box, done in silver, with a diamond pavé top, centered by a blue sapphire.

‘It’s gorgeous, Mr. H. She’ll love it,’ Linda said, although she wasn’t too sure about the last comment. Just the other day Mr. Hudson’s Ruth had told her that she bet Mr. H. would give her another of precious stone baubles she couldn’t actually use without fear of losing it or having it stolen. She’d said she’d much prefer something simple and not so flashy. And what she’d really like is for Mr. H. to not be such a tight-fisted grouch – just once, that whatever he did give seemed to be begrudged.

‘This other one’s very nice too,’ Linda said, picking up a simpler gold pill box with filigreeing and that nearly finished, but without stones. ‘Who are you making this for, Mr. H.?’ she asked. ‘I don’t remember an order for one of these. Such an interesting design.’

‘Don’t know myself,’ he grumped back at her. ‘I just had this urge to make that one. Something just kept nagging at me that I could find a use for that. The filigree work just kept cropping up in my head. So I went ahead and started making it. Now skeddadle so I can finish this box before I forget the I design I was working with the wires.’

‘I came to tell you there’s a gentleman out front to see you, Mr. H.,’ Linda said, suddenly remembering her mission. ‘He says something about a Phil Shelton having had something made here and that it’s on layaway, but he doesn’t know what it is. I thought you might know what he’s talking about.’

‘In a minute, in a minute,’ Mr. Hudson said, and then he paused and looked up. ‘Did you say Phil Shelton? The builder? The man who died at Christmas?’

‘That must be the man,’ Linda said. ‘This gentleman said the man had died at Christmas.’ She then went on to tell Hudson about what the gentleman out in the store was looking for.

The curtains to the back swept aside and Mr. Hudson entered the room, his eyes alert and focusing on Chet, who was rocking back and forth on his feet, appearing to be about ready to retreat from the store. Neither Hudson nor Chet seemed to make a connection with the nasty fall Hudson had caused Chet to take out on the snowy curb.

‘You were a friend of Phil Shelton’s, the builder who died a couple of days ago?’ Mr. Hudson asked as he approached Chet.

‘Yes, a colleague, actually,’ Chet answered. ‘I was the architect for the firm. And I’ve been helping with the necessary arrangements after his death.’

‘Sorry to hear about his death,’ Mr. Hudson said. ‘A good man, Phil Shelton. When we had the hurricane go through here three years ago, he sent over those sheets of plywood to cover our windows. He did that for all of the shops on this block. And he supplied scrap wood for free from my grandchildren to build a tree house. And when the Nelson’s house got wiped out by that fire, he was right there, building them a new on at cost.’

‘Yes, a real saint,’ Chet murmured. This wasn’t the time or place to note that Danny, not Phil, had been responsible for providing that material. It had been mostly show with Phil, something he was willing to go along with as long as Danny did all of the work and Phil got all of the credit. He wasn’t able to look beyond his dick.

‘And you he may have had a Christmas gift for his fiancée, Denise?’

‘Danny. Short for Danielle,’ Chet responded. ‘And with a ‘Y.’ Danny says she knows Phil had planned something for her. It isn’t the gift so much, although he’d told her it was something special. It’s mostly that she doesn’t want to find it someday down the road and reopen the wounds of his loss. She gave me a list of the stores where she thought he did most of his shopping. I’ve already been to every one listed down here on Whitmore Avenue. If he didn’t order anything in here, there’s just one left to check out at Merrick’s Mall and then I’ll have to go back and tell Danny I couldn’t solve the mystery.’

‘And you’ve been in other shops on this street and asked them this question?’ Hudson asked.

‘Yes, I’m sorry. It’s sort of embarrassing–going in and asking to check with so little information to go on. But Phil was a good friend to me, and I just want to do what I can for Danny. She’s just been so depressed, and this has been eating away at her. I think it will help if I can just tell her that I checked and there’s no present coming.’

‘Well, the order book is over here on the counter,’ Hudson said. ‘We’ll just check to see if – ‘

‘I checked through the book while you were talking, Mr. H.,’ Linda said quietly. ‘I couldn’t find – ‘

‘We’ll just take another good look,’ Hudson overrode her. ‘Hmm. I’m not sure. Maybe yes, maybe no. Ah, yes, I see. Maybe,’ Hudson said, his nose buried in the order book. ‘Just a minute. You stay right there. There’s an order form here that suggests there might be something in the back room.’

‘Ah, yes, I found it,’ Hudson said after having been gone what seemed like an eternity. ‘The young lady was right. Phil Shelton did order her gift from here. If I’d been the one who took the order, I’m sure I would have remembered it. He always came here for his special gifts. His firm has been very good to the community. He was a good man. Uh, I guess I said that before.’

Chet’s eyes got big when he saw what Hudson had brought out. It was perfect.

‘Yes, a really good man and always a great customer, that Phil Shelton,’ Hudson said gruffly. ‘Most customers don’t put more than 10 percent down when they order something special like this. But this order form says he paid the full amount when he ordered it. Don’t find as good a customer as that anymore. I think his fiancée will like that. He ordered the design especially for her, you know. See that little engraving there on the back? Aren’t those their names, Phil and Danny?’

Linda had remained completely speechless from the moment Hudson had reappeared with the pill box. When the delighted Chet had left with the gift in one of the best boxes and with the fanciest wrapping the other shop attendant, Christina, could find, Linda finally managed to stammer a questioning, ‘Mr. H – ?’

But Hudson cut her off. ‘Well, I said I knew I’d find a use for that other pill box, didn’t I? Don’t fuss. Get back to work, both of you. There are customers to serve.’

Linda’s eyes rotated around the room and then I stared out onto the snowy street. There wasn’t a customer in sight. ‘Mr. H.,’ she said a bit more loudly than necessary. ‘You said you were making the gold filigree pill box for an unknown occasion. That I understand, and you did a wonderful thing here today – and to be honest I don’t understand that too well. But you didn’t give the man the filigree pill box. You gave him the diamond pavé pill box you made for Ruth. And it was engraved with those names.’

‘I know, I don’t understand that myself. Not the engraving part, of course. I pride myself in my quick engraving work. But I don’t know why I gave him the fancy pill box, either. It’s just that I got back there and saw those pill boxes together and thought of what I would want to do for a fiancée who had unexpectedly lost her man at Christmas, and then I just couldn’t give the second-best pill. What I said was the truth. Phil Shelton’s firm has always been a good to me and the other shop owners here. So, call it a whim. But now I’m in a bind. I just don’t know what I’m going to tell Ruth. You won’t tell her she’s getting second best, will you?’

‘No, you will, Mr. H.,’ Linda answered, knowing from Ruth that Hudson was normally as much the skinflint grouch at home as here and also thinking of what Ruth had told her about what she’d like to receive as a gift. ‘Christina and I will close up tonight. You go on home. Stop at the florists and get Ruth some flowers, take her out to a nice dinner, give her that gold filigree pill box, and tell her what happened here today with the Phil Shelton’s friend. And I mean tell her everything. Trust me, it will be the anniversary present she always wanted from you. I think you’ve just been slapped with a large dose of the Christmas spirit.’

Late that night, in the big king-sized bed in Chet’s house, he and Danny were making languid love. Danny was laying spread-eagled on his belly on the bed, and Chet was stretched out on top of him, legs closely encasing legs, arms extended along arms, the older man holding the younger’s wrists, Danny’s hips rising and falling in slow rhythm in harmony with the undulation of Chet’s pelvis as he fucked slowly down into his new lover, opening and stretching and mining deep.

Both men were sighing in contentment as they fucked, Chet pleased with a day’s work well done and a start of a new relationship, Danny melting at the proof of Phil’s love for him, the gem-studded pill box sitting on the night stand within his intense gaze and reflecting the light of the night lamp off its diamond facets, as well as his building love for the man who had found the gift for him, the man who was his new, considerate, deep-plowing daddy.

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He didn’t think that it was petty, or small minded. No matter what Ted might think, his decision wasn’t based on what happened years ago when he was in High School. This was business, and he just really didn’t think that good old ‘Chase the Amazing’ was the right person for the job. Sure he was one of those, the type every kid knew when in school, the ultra cool, the elite, the upper class in the pecking order of juvenile life.

He and Ted, on the other hand, were the cannon fodder for ‘those kind’. They were the nerds, the one’s who took studying seriously, who wore the pocket protectors, who didn’t have all the latest fashions to wear. Ted was luckier than he was, least he wasn’t a total geek, a total ugly duckling. Even back then, Ted was a bit of a stud, except for his inability to play sports.

He might not have been able to catch a ball, hit one, or dribble one, but when his long tapered fingers touched a keyboard, he could make it sing, even then. Chase on the other hand, he could make a football sing. It was like he had radar for eyes, and his fingers were like precision targeting triggers. Add into that his looks, and he was the poster boy for ‘them’.

Grudgingly, Norm had to admit that Ted was right that Chase never did go out of his way to make their lives miserable. He had shown some class that way, but it didn’t alter the fact, he was a Jock, and looked down on the others. Now, here he was, not yet 25, and already in charge of a small fortune. Between him and Ted, they were considered to be the Elite in their profession.

Ted had been his first. Hell he had been his only one, though he sure as hell wasn’t Ted’s first. That was natural though. While he had been the typical 98lb weakling, wearing glasses with a crew cut hair, Ted was nearly 6 foot, certainly fuller framed than he was. He had a long torso, nice almost six pack like the Jocks, and he had a sort of look that made him sexy. The way his brown hair would hang over his eyes at times, always a bit shaggy, the long hooked nose, the thin lips, all gave him an air of mystery, of danger, that seemed to ward off the more nastier of their school mates.

Like most kids, he had grown out of his adolescent stage, his body was no longer emaciated. While he still wasn’t a giant, his body was more sculpted, more firm than when in High School. He had a solid frame, no real added fat, and he worked out. Not what you would expect from a geek, but he enjoyed his time lifting weights, jogging with Ted in the morning.

Those were his special moments. When he would feel the wind in his face as the two of them would jog through the local park together, talking and just enjoying the freedom of being outside. It also made their desire for each other unbearable. The last leg of their morning jog always became a race, to see who could get to the shower first.

He won got control of the soap, and that always led to some interesting fun. Just like this morning, when Ted had turned on the jets, and surprised him on the home stretch, winning control of the soap. Norm was smart enough to know, that most of his own victories were Ted’s way of supporting him. Truth was, Ted could always beat him, when he wanted to, and this morning he certainly did.

Maybe it was the argument about Chase, or the memories of High School, but this morning Ted seemed to be out to prove something. The way he had taken the lead in the morning Jog, the run to the finish only seemed to make it all the more exciting. He couldn’t explain it, but pumping his legs and arms, trying to overtake Ted had only heightened his feelings for Ted.

The smell of his sweat, the way his butt had swayed in the old faded blue gym shorts as he surged ahead, had all given him a boner long before they got inside of the house. The way Ted didn’t really wait either, how he had leaned over, puffing from the run, then had reached out to grab his hand as he walked past, puffing himself.

The touch of his hand, the strength of it as it grabbed hold of his wrist, holding him back. He had been surprised, and as he looked over his shoulder and down at Ted, he had felt a sort of exhilaration that surprised him. Then when Ted stood up, and pulled him close to him, so he could feel Ted’s own arousal, it all seemed to be like he was standing amidst exploding fireworks.

How his heart has pounded then, how his body had suddenly ached and not from the running either. It still lingered in his memory now, as he stared at his desk. He could still feel Ted’s touch, the way his lips had crushed into his, had spread his own thin lips apart, to force his tongue into his mouth. The way it had driven inside of his mouth, had tasted him, then the hard press of the kiss, that left him breathless. It was like it had just happened, as he felt his face flush a little.

The memory was too real, as his body was once more aroused. Recalling how Ted had held him so tight, it hurt. The way the arms were wrapped around him, the hands groping at his buttocks, squeezing his cheeks hard. The fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

Entering the bathroom off their bedroom was still clouded by the whirling emotions he had felt. The sudden noise of the water spurting, the way he had ripped his own shorts off, kicking the runners off, knocking the garbage pail in the corner. How he had felt as Ted continued to grope at him, his own hands following suit. How he too, had held the firm cheeks, squeezing and grabbing the mounds of flesh.

Norm could still feel Ted’s hand rubbing his crotch just before pulling back, so he could drop his shorts. How when he stood up, he could see Ted’s chiselled body glistening, the sweat cooling but leaving a bright sheen to the golden flesh. The way his nipples were already erect, how hard his cock looked as it jutted out from the dark brown bush of hair.

Yet it was his eyes that he could still see. The way they had darkened, seemed to be like a dark void where only lightning existed. How they had flashed was amazing, as he felt his own naked body being guided into the large shower. The feel of the warm spray from the wall jets, set into each corner, only made him more aroused.

Norm’s hands were touching him all over, poking and prodding in a sort of controlled frenzy. The sense of urgency was unmistakable, as Ted kissed him again, as they stood in the centre of the shower. The warm water spray adding to the tingle inside. The soft patter of water only making him moan more, as Ted’s hands moved across his chest, then his stomach.

It was amazing at how he could feel his heart, and Ted’s. Their bodies had wrapped around each other, and then he felt Ted applying the soap to his back. His hand glided over his trembling skin, as he lightly began to cover him in soap, from head to toe. His hand would reach up to the dispenser in the corner, then softly work the liquid into a lather, that was slowly dripping down his frame, as he stood there, feeling the love.

Norm had stood there, feeling his body being lathered. The gentle touch of the hand as it moved along his skin, just touching it enough to be felt. His nerves were tingling, as the gentle touch moved across his chest. The fingers lightly playing around each nipple, then over them. It was like he was being lit on fire, as his body trembled with excitement.

The water had been turned down, to an even finer misting spray, as he felt Ted kiss him under his chin, in the hollow of his neck. The hands were down at his stomach, then he felt the one hand move across his belly, down towards his groin. He felt the fingers run across the top of his erect cock, felt the rolling tremors deep inside, as the fingers moved across his cock head.

Norm could feel Ted’s hot breath on his neck, the way he was panting, feeling the same excitement he was feeling. His heart was pounding, his chest heaving, as Ted’s finger moved down and then around the bulging head. Lightly it moved around his shaking cock, then the tip slid down the underside of his hard penis until it was lightly poking into the top of his scrotum. He had groaned then, shuffling forward a bit, letting his body get closer.

His cock head swayed and brushed past Ted’s own hard cock. It made them both shudder, as Ted suddenly let his arms go around and pull Norm closer. He held him tight, then slowly he reached around and was redirecting the various shower nozzles. He could feel the spray around his midriff, as he also felt Ted slowly sliding down his body.

He was kissing him, even biting at his flesh as he moved down till he was on his knees. The sprays of warm water were all directed at his middle, and he could feel their gentle patter against his thighs, his groin. Then he felt Ted’s head begin to redirect the spray to the sides, as his mouth moved down, licking and kissing until it was over his cock.

A sudden deluge of warm water began striking at his groin, as Ted leaned back, one hand holding Norm’s aching balls in the palm. Looking down he could only see Ted’s soaked hair, but he could feel his eyes staring at him, feel them as they gazed at his cock.

The touch of Ted’s lips on his cock made him moan, his hands take hold of Ted’s shoulders, digging in. His body trembled as he felt his cock being kissed, then licked ever so lightly. The spray of water only adding to the feelings that were rushing through his whole body.

Then he felt himself being turned around, and he pushed lightly over to the far wall. Staggering a little, a bit confused he shuffled forward, until he felt the strong hands spreading his legs. Then one hand moved up his backside, forcing him to lean forward. He was confused, as he felt his legs being slowly pushed apart, then the hands began to massage his buttocks.

They pushed, pulled at the flesh, then every now and then Ted would lean in, kissing his flesh, a playful slap on the other side. Then Norm felt the hands moving inwards, and the fingers reaching towards each other. He felt his cheeks quiver, sucked in his breath, as his cheeks were slowly pulled apart. The fingers had dug into his flesh, along the inside.

As his cheeks opened, more of the warm water began to run down his valley. He felt the trickle around his hole, then he felt something else. Ted had began to lick at the top of his buttocks, and he could feel his tongue, as it licked at the top of his cheeks, at the soft flesh just inside, between his two cheeks.

His body shook, as the tongue began to slide down his valley, aided by the streaming rush of warm water. His thighs tightened, the muscles coiling, as the tongue moved down until it came to his hole. He felt his little pink hole quiver, felt the tremors, as Ted’s tongue circled around it, then suddenly he felt the tip of it on his hole.

Norm had cried out then, as the edge of Ted’s tongue curled and slowly began to move inwards, to spread apart his pink hole. He felt the nerves tingling, felt his muscles tighten, his legs becoming taut, as Ted’s tongue penetrated him.

Groaning loudly, he felt his whole body shake, felt his cock jerk from side to side, as the waves of pleasure began to race up and down his body. Ted dug his tongue in deep, licking at his insides, tasting him in a way Ted had never done before. His cries were loud, yet he didn’t seem to hear them over the roar of his beating heart. He could feel the blood rushing inside his body, feel his cock aching so much that he took one hand off the wall to grab hold of it.

Norm’s hand reached around and gripped his own cock hard. His breathing was ragged, water dripped down off his face as he felt the tongue digging between his buttocks. The sound of Ted licking him, only made him cry out more. His legs were quivering as he began to stroke his cock, feeling its warmth grow, as every part of him was shaking. His eyes closed tightly, his head tilted backwards, as Ted licked him hard and deep. He curled his tongue up, swirled it around inside of Norm, while Norm stroked his own cock. He felt the balls swelling, felt them as they pushed up into the very base of his cock, all the time feeling Ted’s tongue licking him.

Norm didn’t know how many times he had stroked his cock, three or three hundred, as time meant nothing. His eyes could see small dots of lights, even though firmly closed. His mind was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that were racing inside. His arm against the shower wall was numb, as were his legs. His body was taut, as Ted continued to lick at him, as Norm continued to milk his cock.

The pain in his balls became unbearable. Norm cried out loudly, as he felt the two full balls explode. His legs shuddered, as he felt the roaring rush of his cum leave his balls, and begin to flow through his blood gorged pole. He shook, then as he yelled, he felt the cock rear back, and then shoot forward. He almost lost his balance, as his cock jerked, as the cum began to stream out.

As it did, he felt the tongue flick up and around, then somehow dive in even deeper. His whole insides felt like they were on fire, as his hips shot forward, then back, his cum flying out from between his fingers. The warm water striking his cock, making him quiver even more, making him moan, as his body shook.

Norm felt himself being held, then twisted around. His body was still shaking, the explosion of lights behind his eyelids were brighter than ever, as he felt his cock being covered up. The beat of the spray ceased, as he felt Ted wrapping his lips around his cock, taking it all deep into his mouth. The last of his cum just dribbling out, but not to flow between his fingers, but to be swept up by the raspy edge of Ted’s tongue. He shuddered, as his body released the last of his milk.

The sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes. Norm could feel the wetness inside his pants, knowing that once more he had cum. It was the third time already, as he lifted up the receiver.

‘Yes?’

‘Your call to Mister McMasters is on line one.’

He thanked his secretary, as he punched the button for line one.

‘Chase?’

‘Yes’

‘I’ve reconsidered, maybe you do fit our needs, why don’t you meet me at the Royal, in the lounge. We’ll have a drink and discuss this further.’

‘Well, sure, I’d like that.’

‘Good, say five?’

‘Okay, five is fine.’

‘Great, we can talk about the job, and maybe relive some old memories too.’

‘Old memories?’

‘Yeah, you can tell me all about you and Ted.’

He hung up before Chase could reply, and leaned back in his chair. A smile crossed his face, as he thought about how surprised Ted would be. Ted didn’t think he would have understood, but the funny thing was, he did. Tonight at 5 it would be his turn to surprise Ted.

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If the CEO of my company hadn’t seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don’t know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting.

I’d been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Peterson in the bar. He was one of those young, charging CEOs who took real good care of himself and whose movie-star looks popped out of the eminently eligible bachelor stories in the Sunday paper. I’d seen him working out in the office gym over the past several months and had found him to be quite a tasty package. I’d observed him looking me over there, too, but until our across-the-room mutual sighting at Rockies, I’d assumed he had been assessing my management potential – or just wondering who the hell I was and where I fit into his business empire. Now, I thought maybe something else had been going through his mind.

It was a long meeting, I had to take a piss pretty badly when it finally broke up. I asked the man next to me where the men’s room was on this floor, and, having overheard me, Peterson chimed in that I was welcome to use the executive rest room just down the hall from the conference room.

This was quite a snazzy room, all brown marble and expensive fixtures, and mirrors everywhere, including over the two urinals. There was even a convenient place for me to hang my suit coat. I did that and then quickly moved over to the urinal, unzipped my tight-fitting pants, pushed my ultra briefs down to under my balls, and sighed a great sigh, as I let loose with a strong and steady stream into the urinal.

I heard the door open and then the click of a lock, which I thought was a little strange, and, although I expected to have one of the executives belly up to the urinal beside me, I was surprised to feel someone right behind me. Before I could turn around, which would have been a little awkward because I was still pissing out a steady stream, in the mirror I saw Pete Peterson’s well-chiseled face appear over my shoulder and heard him speak in a low, husky voice. ‘Here, let me help you with that.’

He came up right against me in back and reached around with his right hand and took my dong in his hand. I could feel his intake of breath when he got the measure of me. His left hand came around and rested on my tightening stomach. I felt myself go a little weak in the knees and reached out with both hands to steady myself against the wall. I looked into the mirror and let my eyes be captured by his. He gave me a movie-star smile of assurance.

I had finished my business, and he shook the last drops into the urinal, but he kept his hand wrapped around my penis, which was steadily growing. ‘Nice,’ he whispered in my ear, ‘Very nice. Bigger than I had thought. That’s very nice.’ He reached down with his left hand and cuddled my balls for a brief moment, and then he moved his hand up my stomach, under my shirt, and found my right nipple and played with that and in my chest hair.

I gasped as the fingers of his right hand went to the tip of my dick and he lightly ran them around the rim of my glans and then put a finger over my piss slit and applied a gentle pressure. He was nibbling on my ear, and I pulled my right arm away from the wall and wrapped it around his head so that I could run my fingers into his hair. I turned my head and found his mouth in a searching kiss. He began to stroke my cock, and I felt my knees go weak again.

His left hand left its exploration of my chest, and I heard the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered. I then felt my pants and briefs being pulled off my butt, and my pants hit the floor. We were still kissing and he was still stroking my cock, and now his other hand was wandering all over my butt cheeks. He gave a sound of animal pleasure, and broke away from the kiss long enough to whisper, ‘What a great, round butt. I love good, round butts.’

I could feel his engorging penis pressing at my butt, working its way into my crack, and I began to spread my legs to receive him, when he pulled back a little and stopped stroking my cock.

‘My limo will be down on the street in fifteen minutes to take me to my country home for the night. May I assume you would be willing to be my guest there for tonight?’

That was a good assumption.

A few minutes later, I was down on the street in front of our office building, where I found a stretch limousine and a big, black, bald body-builder driver holding the back door open. He gave me a smile and motioned toward the door with his head. I only had time enough to register that the back of limousine was roomy and plush, burgundy velour with wood paneling, and some pretty hefty throw pillows around, when Pete Peterson entered the limo and plopped down beside me. The door closed with a good solid sound, and Peterson informed me, with a proud grin, that we could see out of the smoked windows, but no one could see in – including the window to the driver’s compartment – and that the car was quite soundproof.

As the limo moved into traffic, Peterson moved to the jump seat facing me and said, ‘It’s a long drive; more than an hour. So, we might as well go ahead and get comfortable.’

He flipped a CD into a machine next to him, which introduced a sensuous sound, with a good beat to it into the compartment. Then he proceeded to do a private strip tease for me. First his coat and his tie, which he folded and placed on the other jump seat, then his shirt and his shoes and socks. He was probably in his late thirties, but he was in superb condition. He had sandy-colored hair, tending toward the red and hazel-green eyes that held a smile real well. His chest was well developed and the hair on his chest was a fine, blond-red color, descending straight down from his neck, flaring out over his chest muscles and then back down to a thin line stopping above his navel. He pulled his pants and briefs off and folded them and placed them on top of his coat and tie, and there he was in all his glory. His pubic hair was even redder than his head hair, and his seven-inch, very thick cock stood at attention as if he had not forgotten in the least our recent encounter in the executive men’s room. He pointed to a bar between the jump seats and offered me a drink, to which I could only croak a, ‘Thanks, maybe later.’

That caused him to smile broadly, and he went down onto his knees and moved to where I was stretched out in a sitting position at one side of the plush bench seat.

‘Okay, then we might as well get right to the second round,’ he said. He tugged at my suit coat, and I slipped it off and gave it to him. He folded it neatly and placed it on top his folded clothes. He loosened my tie, but didn’t take it off. Instead, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, adding it to the clothes pile.

‘My, my, we’re pretty everywhere, aren’t we?’ he said, and I was happy that he seemed to appreciate someone with darker and more body hair than he had. He leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My hands went to his waist and then one wandered down and cupped his balls and his dick. He sighed and slowly ran a hand up my thigh and to my crotch, where he found my engorging cock and rubbed it up and down through my pants. He kissed me on the neck and then ran his tongue down through my chest hair to one of my nipples. The nipple puckered right up for him as he tongued and nipped at it. I threw my head back into the seat and moaned quietly, pushing my dick into his hand through the fabric of my pants. I wanted to feel skin on skin there.

‘Ah, such nice tits,’ he whispered, as he slid his tongue over to the other nipple, ‘and such a sweet, big cock too.’ He then undid my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled my pants, briefs, shoes, and socks off in one smooth move. He reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows, threw them up to me with a ‘Here, put these behind your back,’ and he turned me so I was laying the length of the seat. He took my right leg and placed it along the back of the seat, trapped there by his own body. My left leg jutted out onto the floor of the limo, and there I was, fully open to him. I put the pillows behind me, with my head in the back corner of the limo. I could turn my head and watch the world go by, beyond the smoke glass, while Peterson did me.

And he did do me. Immediately after we had both gotten comfortable, Peterson took my dick in his mouth and started playing with my glans with his tongue. My dick steadily engorged to its full eight inches under his attention. His right hand was running all over my upper body, up and down arms, up to my throat, playing with the hair in my pits, spending extra time on my chest hair and nipples, and trailing down across my washboard abs and into my pubic hair. With the other hand, he massaged my right leg and foot and then my butt cheeks. He pulled away from his sucking long enough to say, ‘Man, I love your butt. I can’t wait to get more of these cheeks.’ Then we went back to my now-fully stiffened cock and began a rhythm of ever-deeper swallows. I moaned and moved to join his rhythm. My hands went to his head, playing in his hair, and down to massaging his shoulders and reaching down to playing with his nipples.

I was bucking wildly with him now, meeting every deep-throating with a plunge of my own. He had both hands encircling my butt cheeks, and I gasped as his hands pulled the cheeks apart and his thumbs reached for my asshole. He flicked my asshole with both of his thumbs, and I twitched in response, digging my hands in his hair. He was deep-throating me down to the root now.

‘Oh, Gawd, I think I’m going to cum,’ I croaked in warning. But he didn’t stop pumping me and took the three separate jerking spurts down his throat with ease. I rolled my head back toward the window, and that’s when I noticed that the window between the compartments in the limo was now down, and that the burly limo driver was eyeing the action through the rear-view mirror. All I could think of was that maybe I’d get a piece of that hunk sometime during this adventure as well.

I felt my hips elevating, as Peterson took up another pillow and placed it under my lower back. His hands went back to covering and squeezing my butt cheeks, and his thumbs to gently resting on the rim of my asshole and spreading that entrance. His mouth went to my balls, which he licked and sucked and then gently pulled away from my body and down. I moaned in mixed pleasure and pain. And then his mouth was buried between my butt cheeks, his tongue exploring and moistening my asshole, until I found the hole loosening and opening to him. He came up onto the seat on his knees between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock against the door of my hole. I gulped and gasped, as he entered me a couple of inches.

He held himself there, into me up to the rim of his glans, giving my canal time to adjust to him. He then took his cock in one hand and rotated it back and forth in my hole, driving me to distraction, and causing me to open even more. I had done this often enough already, that I had no trouble opening further to him, and his big, thick cock then just slid right in until a good seven inches of it was buried in my hole. Once again, he then took his cock in his hand and rotated it within my canal, stretching and adding to the sensation of being properly and fully stuffed. He started a rhythmic pumping action, squeezing my butt cheeks with his hands in syncopation, and it wasn’t long until he came with a jerk and collapsed full length on top of me. He found my mouth with his, and we consummated our union with a deep-tongued kiss.

I didn’t have to wonder what came next. While he still held me in a lip lock, Peterson slowly withdrew from my anus, and brought his knees up on each side of my waist and lifted his chest off of mine. I could feel him wrapping a hand around my still-engorged cock, as he maneuvered over me. I felt the head of my cock sliding across skin and being positioned at Peterson’s asshole. He took his mouth from mine and let out a little whimper of pain as he took the head of my cock into his ass. Then he arched his chest back, taking several inches of my cock into him, and grabbed his ankles. I took his waist in my two hands, as he slowly raised and lowered his buttocks, taking more of me in with each downward slide. He pumped away for what seemed like ages, and after I had cum for the second time, he gave a little sigh and lowered himself unto my chest. Without pulling himself away from my buried cock, he laid his head on my chest and slowly tongued my nipples and chest hair.

I must have gone to sleep soon thereafter, because the first thing I knew was that the car had stopped, the door had opened, and Peterson had gathered his clothes and was exiting the vehicle. I sat up and started gathering my clothes as well, but as I started to exit, I found the door was blocked by the hulky driver.

‘Not so fast, Sweet Cheeks,’ the Hulk said to me with a grin, as he pushed me back onto the floor of the limo with a big mitt. ‘Someone has to pay the taxi fare,’ he said. ‘And Mr. Peterson said that someone might as well be you.’

I laid there awestruck, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants, quickly unbuttoned it and drew it off his gigantic, barrel chest. He was magnificent, and I sucked in my breath at his hairless, burly beauty. Just as quickly, off came his pants and shoes, and I sucked even harder for air. His rod was a veritable telephone pole. It wasn’t hard to imagine that it must reach almost to his knees when it wasn’t hard, but just now it certainly was hard.

I made another dash for freedom past him, but he was too quick for me. Grabbing me around the upper arm, he threw me back into the limo, and, with the momentum of that, came through the door himself. I tried to fight him off, but he must have been a professional wrestler, because in no time he had me flipped across one of the jump seats, and, with my leather belt and his own, he had my wrists tied together and laced up to the anchor of one of the front seats with one of the belts and my left ankle attached to one of the anchors of the driver’s seat. Wasting no time at all, he pulled my butt cheeks apart and had his tongue buried in my ass. I tried to raise myself, but he just pushed my back down with one of his big mitts and kept on tonguing me with satisfied gurgling and slurping sounds.

His tongue seemed bigger than some of the dicks I had entertained, and it wasn’t long before I was lathered up real good again. I felt his tongue pull out of my ass, but he gave me no time to wonder what came next. The huge knob of his cock was at my asshole, and there was no coyness to his approach at all. He just drilled that telephone pole right on in, spreading my butt cheeks as much as possible. I screamed, and rose up involuntarily, but he only stopped long enough to push me down by the back of the neck.

After he was in a good seven or eight inches, he reached around me with both of his big mitts and started deeply massaging my chest, back, and shoulder muscles while vigorously pumping away, ever deeper and wider up my ass channel. there was pain, to be sure, but the thought of this big, beautiful monster, with what was now ten or more inches of thick black cock stuffed inside me, going wild with lust in my body – and that I was able to take him and give him such a buzz – gave me exquisite pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt him release with a violent jerk, coating my insides with his cum.

Then the lion turned into a lamb. He kissed me on the back of the neck and then returned to slowly and deeply massaging my aching body. One of his huge hands wrapped itself around my cock, and he gave me a slow hand job. After I had cum, he continued to massage my body until a slept. When I awoke, I was free of my bonds and lying across the backseat of the limo. The driver had dressed again and was waiting to show me into Peterson’s country home. I pulled my briefs, pants, and loafers back on, stuffed my socks in my pockets and put my arms through my shirt. I didn’t have time to dress further, though, before the Hulk had taken up my suit coat and tie, picked up my duffel bag, and was heading for the front door of an ostentatious beach house. Not knowing what else to do, I followed along behind him.

We entered a large foyer with two banks of stairs raising two stories. The Hulk started trudging up the stairs to the second floor, with me trailing behind him, gawking at the undoubtedly expensive erotic art on the stairwell walls. We went down a long corridor and entered a large bedroom, decorated for a gentleman in soft leathers and greens and browns and gold’s. I heard the water running in a side room, and before I could explore there, a Greek god appeared at the door. He was young, couldn’t have been twenty yet, and lithe, with a slim waist and hips, although with well-defined musculature; black curly hair, flopping down into his face and gorgeous light-blue eyes. His welcoming smile showed luminous pearly whites. He was wearing form-fitting white T-shirt, and tight gray slacks that showed a respectable basket at the crouch. Fine, curly black hair laced down his forearms and blossomed from the V neck of his T.

‘Hello, there, my name is Salvas. You both look exhausted,’ he said with a grin. ‘To the showers with both of you.’

Both I and the Hulk stripped down again and padded into the bathroom, which boasted a particularly large shower stall. The water was on from two jets, and the Hulk and I entered. I turned and watched the Greek god pull the T over his head and strip off his trousers. He was wearing a silky thong that left little to the imagination, and he was beautiful – slim, lithe, well-muscled through the chest and arms, and covered with curly hair. He winked at me as he stepped out his thong, showing a good seven inches of fairly thick, uncircumcised dick, picked up a cake of soap and a wash cloth, and entered the shower.

I was the guest, so Salvas soaked me up first, running his soap and wash cloth around my body in a way that made my cock stand at attention again. During this process, the Hulk leaned back in a corner, watched us, and languidly pulled at his dick.

Having soaped me up, Salvas turned to the Hulk, and quickly soaped him up as well. Fascinated by Salvas’s pert little butt cheeks, I couldn’t help but reach over and run my hands over them and then to continue on around his hips with one hand to explore his cock and through his legs with the other to nuzzle his balls. Salvas stopped his soaping of the Hulk long enough to turn his face to me and part my lips with his. I gasped, as he ran his tongue into my mouth and explored. I ran my fingers down to the tip of his dick and received a little thrill at the feel of the loose skin there as I pulled it back and got my fingers between it and his glans. Salvas shuddered with pleasure, and, leaving the Hulk to wash himself off, put one of his hands over mine, and brought my hand up to encase his engorged cock lightly. I kept my thumb on his piss slit. He wrapped his own hand over mine, and provided the slow pumping action on his dick. With each downward stroke, I could feel foreskin coming back up onto his glans and touching my thumb. This was a new, very interesting sensation for me. Shortly, with a shudder, Salvas came in my hand, and his cum was washed down into the drain. I looked around and the hulk was gone. It was just me and Salvas now.

I got out of the shower and Salvas dried me off with the towel, Making quite sure that all of my private parts were dry and well rubbed. After he finished, he moved around the room, straightening up, but never quite getting around to putting his clothes back on. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him.

‘Now, Mr. Peterson told me to tell you that you were expected out on the patio in an hour for drinks with his other guests.’ Salvas told me as he stood at the door, ready to leave. ‘He said that dress would be optional, because anything you wore probably wouldn’t stay on you very long. Was there anything else before I go?’

‘Yes, I think so, I said. Please come over here.’ He walked over to me and I spun him around and threw him down on the bed. He went down on his side, and I just lifted his leg up and entered him with my engorged cock. He gasped but took me deep without any trouble. After pumping him that way for several minutes, I turned him on his stomach and gave it to him doggy style. I was determined to get a little of my own back after playing bottom on the road trip here. I felt quite sure that it would be bottom for me again when I went downstairs.

I never did make it downstairs for drinks. But when I was missed, Mr. Peterson and his guests came looking for me and, indeed, I spent the rest of the evening being bottom for a variety of men in a variety of positions. I only hoped Peterson and our company were going to be making a whole lot of sweet deals out of this little gift-giving evening, because I was really putting out for the firm.

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It’s hard, loving him the way I do, but knowing that the feeling can never be mutual. For as long as I can remember, there’s always been something about him that draws me to him. If you knew him, you’d know what I’m talking about. It’s strange though, he’s not exactly the Adonis of every gay man’s dream. He’s… normal, for lack of better words. Of course, late at night when the rest of the family is asleep, I quite often fantasize what it would be like, caressing those rock hard abs, amongst other, more adult things.

But this was different. He was different. There comes a time when you want someone else, someone that you know you can spend the rest of your life with, the one who you’ll want to wake up next to, every morning, with the same contented look on his face. He was this guy.

From top to bottom, he was adorable. He’s about the same height I am, a few inches shy of 6 foot. He’s slightly chubby, with a head larger than average, although it was probably necessary to fit that larger than average brain of his. His skin, a deep yellowish tinge from his Hong Kong ancestry always looked soft, especially at the base of his neck which spread into a pair of broad shoulders. Moving down, his stomach, slightly soft, he was the kind of guy you could wrap your arms around at night. He was adorable, and I loved him.

Too bad he’s straight. It’s cruel, almost, the rules of attraction and all, complicated by the fact that he’s a friend. Sometimes I even consider telling him how I feel, yet my better judgement always rules supreme.

We went to the same high school, had a few classes in common. Although we were friends, we’d sit apart, on opposite tables, we had our own little groups we kept to as well. But that suited me fine, sometimes I’d just stare at him blankly as he studiously copied the teacher’s words.

He had such nice hands, slightly large, very masculine, but at the same time, his skin was soft, his fingers, slightly short but well defined, and his nails neatly manicured. The kind of hands that you just imagine coming up from behind you, sliding beneath your arms and locking you in an embrace, his head resting on your shoulder while his soft cheek gently caresses yours.

I imagine that I’d turn around, still in his arms, my eyes meeting his, revealing a burning desire in him that I always hoped existed. We’d draw closer together, lips parting slightly, eyes falling shut while instincts begin to take over all reason, a slave to love and lust.

I can almost feel his lips gently brushing against mine, softly at first, then deeper, more passionate, testosterone levels flaring up, his heart up against mine, racing. His tongue brushing against mine, the taste of his being, intoxicating, fulfilling.

I can almost smell him, the slightly musky odor of two bodies beginning to sweat as the clothes peel off. I unbutton his light blue, flannel shirt, slowly at first, but faster as my heart races, revealing his smooth chest at first, a slight trail of hair followed by his navel, small yet perfect.

Our lips part, my tongue caressing his neck, causes him to moan slightly. Working my way down, biting his nipples slightly. Gasping, both of us laying down on the bed., I can almost feel the goosebumps on his arms as I work my way down, my tongue filling his navel, while he, in moans of pleasure wraps his legs around me.

I look up, my eyes meeting his, that same desire burning even more strongly. His face, now an expression of lust, my gaze trapped in his deep hazel eyes, wanting more… wanting more…

I climax, quickly and unexpectedly, my legs convulsing as long shots of ejaculate burst on to my chest. My breath, quick, almost panting as I begin to relax, breath slowing, hand slowing, my eyes falling shut, with his gaze still in my mind.

I longed for the moments when he’d turn around in class, sometimes for no reason at all, that short moment when his eyes passed mine. It was so easy to become trapped in his gaze, although most of the time he didn’t actually look at me. It’s usually the girl behind me that got the privilege of his desire..

Those times feel frustrating, being right in front of him but feeling utterly invisible, going unnoticed. It’s about that time when I break the stare and look down at the scribbles on my page, in case I wasn’t invisible and he did notice me. Even though that’s what I really wanted…

I am an average guy in looks and weight, I have always had a thing for hot guys every sence I was in school. and after finding out about the rest stop near my house I found that I was able to get what I wanted from the guys that hung out in the woods at night.

I was only 19 and had a nice body from playing sports but I did not care about my body I just wanted to have a guy use me for his pleasure I wanted to suck and be fucked as often as I could get it.

I had always dreamed what it would be like to have 2 guys use me as their cum dump. and on this one hot August night i got just that and more. I had played around with a couple of my friends with bondage and loved it, but on this night when i walked up into the woods I felt as if some one was behind me.

I was right their was and the guy who was very hot looking wasted no time in small talk.

I stopped on the trail and stood next to a tree when he walked up to me and with out saying a word reached down and grabed my cock and balls in his hand. my cock got hard in a flash. all I had on was a pair of my nylon sweatpants so the guy got a good hold on me and asked if I liked to suck cock.

Before I could answer he told me to get on my knees and and as I did this he pulled out his hard cock all 8′ of it.

I opened my mouth and he plunged his hard cock down my throat. as I tryed to breath he fucked my face shoveing his cock in and out but befor he shot his wad he stoped and held his cock in my mouth.

He asked if I was a good boy and if I liked to have a guy use him as a cum dump, I tryed to say yes but all I could do was groan and grunt the answer.

so he said that must mean yes.

befor I could do anything he slid his cock back down my throat and then put a leather collar around my neck. this scared the hell out of me but also had me excited at the same time thinking was my dream going to come true?

befor I could think about it to long I was pulled to my feet and had a leash atached to the collar, I was then walked down the trail and around the end of the chain link fence.

I had never been around the fence and never new the trail went any further than the fence.

as I was walked down the trail I was told I was his slave and him and his friends would have fun with me and they would show me what happens to cock suckers when they get collard.

My mind was running wild wondering what he was going to do to me, know I was scared and I no longed had a hard cock. I wanted to run but he had a tight hold of the leash. we topped a hill and I saw a large rock with 4 other guy’s standing around playing with their hard cocks. now for some reason my cock was hard agin maybe because i was thinking they would see us and help me. I was wrong they did see us but they helped the guy I first ment.

as I was walked up to the group I thought to my self I amd finaly going to get to have group sex and I was getting excited, and now I wanted more and wanted them to use me. every guy their was in there 20’s and early 40’s. Befor i could say anything I was stripped and hand cuffed then they started to grope my balls and finger my mouth and ass saying I would make a good bitch. My cock was so hard and droolin pre cum like crazy. I started to lick and suck one of the guys balls then I moved to another guy and yet another befor I got to the last of the 4 guys the master of them all shoved his cock down my throat and told me to suck while his boy’s make use of my tight ass. I had no complaints on that.

I was getting what I always wanted and enjoying it until I felt a cock the size of a ball bat force its way into my tight ass he shoved it in and held it still the pain turned to pleasure as he started to work it in and out makeing me moan and groan. while he fucked my ass the fist guy fucked my face after he guy in my ass blew a wad of cum in my ass he pulled out and another took his place with a repeat performance all the while I was still sucking the hard cock of the first guy.

all at once I felt his cock throb in my mouth and next he shot his wad in my mouth but befor he was done he pulled out and shot some cum into my hair.

I had no time to do anything because his cock was replaced by another. I sucked it till he shot his cum down my throat this guy shot wad after wad down my throat makeing me swallow every drop then I had to lick his cock clean.

once he was done the last guy started to rub his cock on my face and in my hair smearing pre cum all over me. and then his cock was shoved down my throat and he held it their. until it twitched and he flooded my throat with hot piss I had it running out of my mouth as he kept pissing down my throat and in my mouth, befor he was done he pulled out and soaked my hair in hot piss. that did it for me I shot my load with out even touching my cock.

and as I was blowing my wad the guy in my ass pumped me full of his hot cum.

then the guy who had just pissed in and on me took his place behind me.

he must have been close because he no sooner got his cock in my ass and he erupted in one of the biggest orgasms I have ever felt in my ass. he filled me full pumping wad after wad into my gut’s. then he just held it in me and told me I am going to make a good bitch. for their party.

That is another story. But my dream did come true and I have been used by them sence and also found out what happens if you are tied up and left in the woods.

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Kelly looked up from the sales counter, across the store to the Furniture store across the way. He could see the milling crowd was thinner than before, and over by one corner he spotted Ronny. His heart did a quick beat or two as he stared at the thin figure. His back was to Kelly, and he couldn’t help but admire his figure. The firm buttocks, the long legs, all made him feel aroused.

It wasn’t that he was a pervert or anything, but damn Ronny was one of those special young men, who just automatically got your emotions racing. He had the thin face, longish hair that would curl at the ends, the sparkling eyes, and thin lips that just seemed to beg for someone to plant a wet one on them.

He had a smile that would melt granite. His whole face would seem like a spotlight had been turned on, and you could feel it, least he did. Yet each time he had met him, stood next to him, he felt like some vagabond. Not that he considered himself ugly or unattractive, just not in Ronny’s league.

They might be the same height, close in weight too, but it ended there. He didn’t have the muscle definition that Ronny had, nor the self confidence either. He was always tongue tied around him, yet each time they had met, spoken a few words, he felt a connection he couldn’t explain.

Kelly had met Ronny a few weeks earlier. He was bringing in some boxes of merchandise to the store, and was having a bit of a time keeping his balance. Ronny had come out and had reached out to help steady him, preventing him from falling flat on his face. It was that first touch that had set him off, made his whole body suddenly ache. Seeing him and talking to him had nearly put him over the edge, but somehow he had managed to contain his racing hormones. He had almost blurted out his desire too, which had scared the shit out of him. Kelly always was the cautious type, but Ronny seemed to nearly break through that, which only made him more attractive to Kelly.

Each time they had met, he had felt like he was back in High School. Granted it was not that long ago, only a year, but Kelly wasn’t exactly a rookie at picking up guys, or being picked up. Yet around Ronny, he felt like back in the days when he had a crush on school friend, yet could never bring himself to find out if it was returned. He was certain he had missed out on some damn good fun, but better to miss out than get the crap kicked out of you.

While he didn’t think Ronny would hit him, there always was the chance. The guy was his age, and these days who knew how someone would react when your intentions were made known. Christ, he was starting to sound like his Dad, as he leaned over the sales counter, staring at Ronny’s backside.

He just couldn’t get him out of his mind, and he knew that he wouldn’t have another chance, after tonight. It was Christmas Eve, and then his part time job would be over. No more daily glimpses of low down on Ronny, who was the son of the Owner. She had noticed his infatuation, and they had known each other from the local gay bar.

From her, he had learned that Ronny was a Mormon, had gone to a private school, but had gotten into some trouble of which no one would talk about. His working at the store was supposedly part of his punishment, which made Kelly feel for him. He couldn’t explain it, but the idea of Ronny being punished, or unhappy bothered him. Melissa had tried to warn him off, to tell him it wouldn’t be worth it, but he didn’t care. There was just something about him, and despite his best intentions, the furthest he had gotten was to say hi, or talk about the weather.

He just couldn’t get the nerve up to ask him out, even for a cup of coffee. Every morning, he had talked himself into just marching over, and asking him to join him for lunch, and for two weeks he had come to work with that in mind, never once getting close to doing it. The second he would see him, putting out the displays in front of the store front, he would freeze.

Sure, he would wave, smile, but ask him out? No, he just couldn’t get the nerve up and now as he looked up at the clock, feeling his last chance evaporate with each passing tick of the clock, he grew more depressed. He really wanted to just be with him, to hear him talk about things, not to just jump his bones. Mind you that would be the ultimate, and despite his years, he actually had wished Santa would bring him Ronny.

Thinking about it, he felt like a sap, had even more or less let Melissa in on it too, which had earned him a rather bitter tongue lashing. She was not what you would call exactly sympathetic, but then she was also not one of those frilly Lesbians either. There was no doubt who wore the strap on in her relationships. Still, he wished she would have been more understanding. You didn’t just go up to someone and ask if they’d like to mess around. Least he couldn’t, unless he was in a gay bar.

He had been so lost in his thoughts, that time had passed and the sound of the mall speaker, announcing that the stores would be closing in Five minutes startled him. As Kelly looked up, he realized that he wasn’t alone. The last customers had long been gone, as people were all rushing home for Christmas Eve plans. Yet, as he looked up, there he was, standing right in front. Glancing behind him, he noticed that the store where Ronny worked was already dark, shuttered. His heart suddenly sank, realizing this would most likely be the last time he’d see Ronny.

‘Didn’t mean to startle you’

The sound of his voice, the way his eyes seemed to be looking everywhere but at him, made him stare. He felt a bit uncomfortable, also feeling his body reacting to the closeness. Then too he could smell the cologne Ronny wore, Musk. He had gotten that from Melissa, and even bought himself a bottle.

He had the idea he could give it to him, for Christmas, but so far he hadn’t the nerve. Now here he was, standing in front of him.

‘Uh, sorry, was off dreaming I guess.’

‘Sugar Plum Fairies?’

‘Huh? Oh, sorry, no, not really.’

‘Guess you’ll be heading off soon, big family dinner?’

‘Me? No, no family dinner, just me. Figured I’d grab something on the way home, uh, you?’

‘No, no family dinner for me, not this year.’

Kelly had to strain to hear him, the way his voice suddenly lowered. He could see the pain flash across his face too, and he wondered why he wasn’t going to be with his family.

‘That sucks, uh, look I know it’s last minute, but we could grab a pizza and go back to my place, it isn’t far. Besides I hate eating alone, that is uh, if you want.’

For a second or two he thought Ronny would refuse. He had spoken so fast, that he wasn’t even sure if Ronny had heard him clearly. Then when his face seemed to lighten up, the eyes sparkle again and he agreed, it was like being on top of a cloud. His palms were sweating as he rushed around, closing up.

He was pulling in the stuff from out in front, and Ronny was helping. It felt so exciting that he almost dropped one of the wooden statues he was carrying. To be so close to him, to smell that cologne, and to think he would be coming to his apartment, was giving him a glow he had never quite felt before. It was as if maybe, his Christmas wish was being granted, in some sense.

The closing of the shutters, and the walk to the Pizza joint near his apartment were a blur. He couldn’t help but just enjoy the walk, being close and watching their breath steam out, twisting and turning to mingle together. It was almost like being in heaven, and then to find out that they had the same taste in Pizza only added to the giddy feeling inside.

Opening the door to his apartment was a chore. He fumbled with the key, and then finally opened the door. Kelly let Ronny in first, and then followed him into the small living room, where he stopped dead in his tracks. He had forgotten that he hadn’t cleaned up.

Out on the coffee table was his copy of Freshmen, and the small box of cologne he had planned on giving to Ronny. He was suddenly terrified as Ronny moved closer and stared down at the Magazine, and the bottle of Musk cologne. Next to it, was some wrapping paper, and a card.

Ronny took his jacket off, and laid it down over the one arm chair. He reached down, and picked up the magazine, flipping through it. Kelly felt his heart stop, felt the pain in his chest as he waited for the angry retort. His hands didn’t even feel the heat from the pizza anymore, as he was certain that his evening was ruined, that Ronny would turn around and walk out. Least he hoped that would be the worst of it, as he stood there, mortified, waiting.

The sound of pages being flipped only made him more edgy. Why couldn’t he just say it, call him a faggot or something, and leave. The suspense of waiting for the obvious condemnation was killing him. Then he watched as Ronny tossed the magazine back onto the table. He then picked up the bottle of cologne.

‘You use this too?’

He couldn’t speak, and just shook his head in the negative. Where was the anger, the look of disdain he had expected? It didn’t make sense as he managed to mutter that it was a gift for someone.

‘Lucky friend’

‘It’s for you’ he blurted out, looking down at his feet, as he put the cooling pizza down on the small telephone table. He didn’t know why he had said it, but it was true, as he waited.

‘Really?’

‘Yes’

Ronny picked it up and Kelly watched as his face seemed to be in a state of change. One second it was glowing, then seemed dark, brooding even. It was totally unreal, as he watched Ronny put the box of cologne back onto the table. Then he walked up closer to stand in front of Kelly.

‘How did you know?’

‘Huh? Oh, uh Melissa mentioned it, and I..’

‘No, not that, about me? How did you know I was, I mean that..’

‘I didn’t, I mean, I just, I can’t explain it, it was just that, from the first time, I just.. oh Shit, I never..’

Ronny laughed, a sort of giggle really which was more from nervousness than anything else. Then he stopped abruptly, as he stared deep into Kelly’s face. His eyes seemed to be filled with exploding lights, as he just looked into Kelly’s face. Then one hand came up, and he ran the back of his hand down the side of Kelly’s face.

He let his fingers run across the lips, as he stared into Kelly’s face. Kelly could feel his heart beating, feeling his body tense up to the touch, but he also felt the strange flow of electricity though his entire being. His own eyes were staring, feeling the connection between them growing with each touch, each passing second.

Kelly reached out, to touch the hand by his chin, and they stood there, both of them quivering as they just looked at each other. Slowly Kelly found himself leaning forward, his eyes fluttering as they gradually closed while he came closer to Ronny. He could smell the cologne, the scent becoming stronger the closer he got, and then his head seemed to tilt to one side, knowing that Ronny’s head had also tilted.

The light touch of his lips on Ronny’s mouth made his whole body tingle. It was like being hit by a thousand volts of pure energy. His chest ached, as the air left him in a rush, leaving him breathless. His ears were ringing as he found his arms moving down Ronny’s side, and reaching around him.

He felt Ronny’s hands slide down his body, resting on the top of his hips, as Ronny’s mouth began to open. His did as well, and he felt the warm breath enter his mouth, knowing it was Ronny’s. There was a hint of a breath mint, as his tongue slowly reached out, touching Ronny’s.

He felt his lips pushing firmly up against Ronny’s mouth, felt them returning the firm press, and then suddenly his mind was clouded with a roar of emotions. His body shook, as they kissed harder and tasted each other. Their tongues were licking and darting like tiny darts, each one adding to the wave of excitement and pleasure being felt all over.

His hands were clutching at Ronny’s buttocks, the fingers digging into those two orbs of perfect flesh. He could feel them shiver to his touch, feel his own body shake as Ronny’s fingers dug into the thin layer of his skin by his hips. He felt himself groan as they kissed hard, and the heat from their desire began to seep through their clothes.

Everything was a blur of shadows, as they held each other, touched each other. He didn’t realize they had shuffled into his bedroom, until he heard the bed squeak as Ronny straddled his chest. The room was dark, and he realized that his shirt was open, his pants as well. His eyes grew accustomed to the dark and could see the tail of Ronny’s shirt on either side of the upright torso. He could see the flesh gleaming, the perfect toned body above him.

The dark firm nipples seemed to stand out in the dark, as he felt the warmth on his chest from Ronny’s groin. Glancing down, he saw the belt was open, the top button undone. His hands were pulling at them, forcing the zipper down, as if they were independent of his control. His legs were taut, as he saw the pants spread open, a gleaming white patch now showing. Just above them was curly dark hair, that fascinated him. His eyes stared at them as he watched the body rise up and his hands pull down on the jeans, then the white jockey shorts.

He could hear his beating heart, hear his short gasps for air, as somehow he managed to wiggle the clothes off, to be faced by a fully erect cock. White cream was forming around the tip on the head, as he stared at the fully exposed cock, the foreskin already pulled back by the obvious arousal. Kelly could hear the panting breath from above, as the long pole suddenly seemed to waver and shake, as it came closer to his waiting mouth.

Nothing made sense to him, and he couldn’t even remember how he got into this position, nor did he care. In front of him, was the most beautiful penis he had ever seen. He felt his head moving forward, his eyes watching as his hands moved around the exposed thighs. He felt the fingers grapping hold of the hips, digging into the hot flesh, until they couldn’t go any further. His eyes stared wide eyed, as he watched the head of Ronny’s exposed cock come closer.

His tongue licked out, flicking at the white cream and as it touched it, he felt himself shake. His body bucked a little, and the cock seemed to jerk too, as he tasted the precum. His body was aching in ways he couldn’t explain, nor did he care, as he moved one hand to surround the thick cock at its base.

The hand brushed past the thick crop of pubic hairs, then gripped the shaft. It pressed inwards, as he licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the precum before he let them slowly brush up against the head of Ronny’s cock. Kelly felt Ronny begin to tremble, as his lips spread apart, surrounding the hot cock head. Gradually he moved his head forward, while the cock was pushed towards him.

Kelly could feel himself thrashing, as he felt his lips hold tightly onto the throbbing cock, that he gradually took deep into his own throat. He could feel every nerve inside of his body, every hair on his body, tingle as he tasted the hard cock, felt it shake inside his mouth. It was like being in the middle of an electrical storm. Thousands of hard jolts striking him all over. Every part of his body was feeling the jolts, his legs were taut, cramping even, as he felt his hands clenching at the bare butt cheeks. The fingers digging deep, holding the shaking flesh tight, while pulling them towards himself.

The long wailing moans seemed distant, compared to the wild beat and thunder of his own heart. They all echoed and swirled around in his ears, as he tasted the hot flesh inside of his mouth, felt the throbbing veins wrapped around the cock, as Ronny’s blood rushed through them, thickening and stretching the skin even tighter. He could feel it all while at the same time, felt the thickening and pulsing of his own cock, still trapped in his pants.

His hands were roaming urgently across the skin, pushing and touching every part of Ronny’s body as his head moved back and forth along the pole. Ronny’s hips were moving in and out, in time with Kelly’s face, as the cock slid in and out. Each time it entered, it seemed to go deeper, to be thicker, to be more alive.

His lungs hurt, his whole body was in torment, as he felt Ronny’s cock head jerking and banging against the sides of his throat. He could feel its heat, feel its power as his lips refused to let go. They held the hard shaft tightly, even as the cock head suddenly reared backwards. He heard Ronny cry, heard his garbled groan, a second before the cock head came rushing forward one more time.

As it did, he felt the stream of milk suddenly escape, splattering against the back of his throat, before falling down the opening. He gagged a little as the huge stream continued for a second or two, before the head once more was rearing back, reloading. His own moans mixed with Ronny’s, as more of the thick salty cream filled his throat and mouth. Kelly could feel some dribbling out from the corners of his lips, but he was swallowing as fast as he could.

Still more of the precious milk was filling his mouth, still escaping from around his lips, as he gagged, trying to take it all, failing. His whole body was shaking, as he felt his own cock jerking, felt his own balls pushing up and as the last of Ronny’s milk was dribbling into his mouth, his was just beginning to explode.

His legs shot out, his hips pushed up, then collapsed down, while his hand gripped Ronny’s hips hard. His cock was shooting its load, as he felt himself leaning back down into the pillow on his bed. He felt the rolling waves of his orgasm making him shiver, sending rolling tremors of pleasure through his whole body.

Kelly felt the cock slip from his mouth, felt the body sag onto him, then roll off to the side, a hand resting on his heaving chest, as his body continued to quiver to the rolling tremors inside. The mist that clouded his eyes was slowing clearing, as he felt his body slowly subside, as he turned his head to stare into Ronny’s face. There was a look of hunger in them, a look of desire that only made him quiver more.

Ronny moved in closer, his head moved in and Kelly felt a soft gentle kiss on his cheek, then the hand on his heaving chest moved down, to rest over his groin. He smiled, as his eyes fluttered, as he placed his own hand over Ronny’s side, under his open shirt. He let his fingers spread open, as he moved in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

His eyes opened, staring into the soft glowing face. Ronny was gently caressing him, the hands lightly moving over his bare stomach, the fingers gently running near his waist band. Kelly turned his body slightly, as Ronny’s hand moved down to grip the pants, and fumble with the pants button. Ronny looked up, smiled as he whispered to Kelly, ‘Merry Christmas’ just as Ronny’s fingers undid the pants button.

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Foreign Trash

‘Why didn’t you tell me,’ said Seth?

‘I wanted it to be a surprise,’ replied Brian.

‘It’s all of that,’ replied his partner, ‘I’ve never been abroad without parents before.’

‘Me neither, so it should be fun. We are there for two weeks and stay in Playa des Ingles on the island. I’ve heard it’s actually quite gay so you never know, we might even have a little fun while we’re there,’ said Brian.

Having just turned 20, the lads lived in a run down council estate with little money left over at the end of each week to pay for any luxuries but Brian had inherited £2,000 from his aunt who had died recently and much as common sense suggested they should use it to buy some items for their flat, he changed his mind and booked a package holiday to a self catering bungalow in the popular island of Gran Canaria in the Canary Islands.

Both boys had been having some fun as the only known gays in a pretty run down area full of drug dealers, young married couples on Social benefit and gangs, they had been surprised that rather than being a target for homophobic attacks, many of the oversexed local thugs, found them a convenient place for sexual relief. They were discreet and never spoke about their conquests so each ‘visitor’ thought he was the only one. The prospect, however, of getting away from the grey buildings, work and the damp Spring weather, excited both boys beyond belief. Little did they know that their open sexual relationship was going to be opened a whole lot more. Playa del Ingles was a den of homosexual debauchery that was even going to push their comfortable sexual relationship.

The weather was wonderful when they arrived. It was a steady 80-90F over their first day, dropping only slightly at night. Their first night was spent wandering about trying to find the gay life. They had read somewhere about a gay shopping centre but couldn’t see how that could be very exciting and despite walking around all afternoon, couldn’t seem to find it.

On day two, they headed for a nudist beach they had heard about at Maspalomas, just a mile or so from the town along a sandy front. The beach was awash with middle-aged heterosexual and mainly overweight Germans. Big swaying cocks, large pendulous breasts and many fat bums, waddling around. There were literally thousands of nudes. Not wishing to lie amongst them, the boys headed back slightly into the dunes and their gaydar quickly saw some isolated men further back. They settled into a likely hollow and stripped naked to lie in the sun.

Seth’s sizeable cock was excited by the exposure and rose to a semi-erect five inches. Brian equally found it erotic. As they watched, guys walked back and forward, cocks swaying. They lay without doing anything for an hour before Brian saw a tall, slim twenty-five year old guy watching them. There was no one else around so he leaned over and kissed Seth’s cock. His cock rose quickly to just over seven inches of rigid meat which stuck straight upwards with a slight bend to the left. The tall Adonis stroked his own cock as he watched and a healthy six inches stuck out. He walked over and stood beside the boys, looking around as his hard cock stuck straight in front of them. Brian slipped his mouth over it and started to suck him while he stroked the guy’s balls. He was given no more than a quiet grunt, before a wad of cum fired into his mouth. Brian, as always, swallowed. He loved cum. Looking upwards as he withdrew his mouth, three more guys were heading their way, cocks erect.

Seth kneeled as the guys approached and without a word, they also stood in front of them. All three seemed to be together and were all in their thirties. Two were quite attractive, the third was a little plump and he also had the smallest cock. It was this cock that was stuck in Seth’s face. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he enveloped it while the second guy fed Brian and his mate stroked his pal’s cock into Brian’s mouth. As Seth slurped, enjoying the view as his partner was being force fed cock, the plump guy withdrew his cock and simply fired a load of cum over Seth’s face. He called his pal who came across and stuck his cock in as the cum ran down on to it. He started to ram into Seth and wasted no time in pulling out and doing exactly the same. Brian meantime could be heard giving satisfying grunts as a fresh supply of cum was heading down his throat. When all three wandered off, Brian came across, kissed Seth and started to lick the cum off his face.

The boys laughed at their experience, their cocks still standing stiff. As they lay back, they heard some twittering. Two young English, camp boys came mincing past. Their soft cocks were quite small but in keeping with their small bodies. They stood a short distance away and watched, giggling. Both Brian and Seth were well-built guys and did not look gay, with tattoos on their arms, short haircuts and muscular bodies, they looked more like a couple of off-duty soldiers. The one give away was one seven and a half and one six and a half inch erect cock standing upright.

‘I’m not really into camp twinks,’ said Seth, ‘but in desperately need my rocks off.’

He lay back and stroked his hard cock and eventually the two lads walked over and stood beside them. They could almost have been twins. Both were short and very slim. Both had quite unfashionably long blonde dyed hair (and dark pubic hair) and both had five inch cocks, one cut and one uncut. Seth and Brian lay on their beach towels and without a word, both boys knelt between their legs and each wrapped their mouths around a cock. As they bobbed their heads up and down, Seth gripped his guy with both hands and forced him to take the full length. Seth’s load fired straight into the young lad’s mouth, just as he heard Brian cum too. The well behaved young lad’s didn’t spit out, they just stood up, thanked them and walked away.

Both boys laughed their heads off. ‘It’s seems that many share my love of a cum diet,’ said Brian.

Later, a much older German guy engaged them in conversation and from it, they gleaned where to go that evening. It seemed that the gay population went to the Yumbo Center which was an open air shopping complex on three floors starting at street level and, like looking into the crater of a volcano, dropped three levels down to an open plaza centre. The boys headed there around 7.00pm and were surprised that, though they could see obvious signs of gay bars, the area was full of straight people and even families having a meal at the many restaurants and cafes. The gay bars seemed still closed so they headed off for a meal as well.

After eating they sat at one of the many cafes and had a coffee. Before their eyes, like a duck changing into a swan, the area slowly became camper, gayer and louder. The transformation took almost two hours until most families left. Many straight couples, however, stayed, enjoying the fun of the parade of leather and drag queens or just the outrageously camp gay guys walking around the central plaza. There were stalls doing everything from tattoos to portraits. There were bucking bronco rides and even a bungee jump set up in the middle. Eventually at around 11.00 pm they headed to watch one of the many drag shows and noted the many gay people around them. Both boys were used to being in gay bars but the sheer number of out and out gay affection going on around left them astounded.

They entered a bar and ordered a couple of beers. While sitting there they noticed many guys drifting in and out of the rear area and both boys followed suit. They found themselves in a darker area of the bar with little corridors heading off. There were small cubicles and people went in and stood with the door ajar, their intentions obvious. Further back was a bath tub with a shaven headed, slightly plump German guy lying naked wanking while anyone who wanted could piss on him. He thanked each donor gratefully. Further still was a black vinyl covered bed a bit like a doctor’s examination couch, where another older guy lay naked while people took turn to wank or suck him. The lads were amazed at what they were seeing. There was none of this in Croydon! A further venture through the alleyways had both boys fondled and groped as they made their way through the crowds. In a pitch dark, heaving area to the rear hands tried to strip them as they squeezed their way through the masses. Their sex session in the afternoon had taken the edge off their randiness which allowed them to reconnoitre without feeling the need to join in to the heaving orgy.

When they eventually returned to the bar area, one shaven headed German guy wearing leather chaps with an open arse, and a leather vest was kneeling in front of another shaven headed guy with a hairy chest (the type affectionately known as a bear) sucking his cock in full view off all around. The bear grunted and fired his cum in the thinner guy’s mouth. He stood up, wiped his lips, and took a swig of beer before wandering off.

The boys were by far the most attractive and certainly the youngest there. Not that there were not unattractive guys, there were many! New, fresh young cock always gets guys in heat and many eyes were on them, while many hands touched or fondled them as people passed on their way to and from the backroom. By about 12.30am, they had seen enough and left, taking a taxi back to their little holiday villa.

They lay naked on their bed talking incredulously about what they had seen. Though they had had three and foursomes, what amounted to public sex, and, they also knew that once they started, probably an orgy, with them in the centre, was something new. The conversation started with an element of disgust, easy to do when their was no one guys there they found stunningly attractive, but it ended with Seth’s cock embedded in Brian’s arse as he fucked him, talking dirty as he went.

‘You know you would love these cocks lined up waiting to fuck you don’t you?’

‘Bet you would love all these guys to give you a cum bath while you lay on that couch in front of everyone?’

‘How would you like to see me fuck guy after guy while you watched?

Seth kept the dirty talk going as Brian gasped his agreement to each dirty suggestion and eventually came at the same time as Seth without even touching his cock.

The layout of the complex was slightly unusual as all the houses were around a small number of pools, each pool linked to the next by a small canal. All the houses looked the same but some were actually larger, having living quarters on the ground floor and bedrooms upstairs, while the smaller studio flats were on ground or upper floor, the upstairs having a balcony and the downstairs having a set of French doors on to a small patio. The rear of the downstairs apartment where Seth and Brian were had a barred back window in the bedroom which, when opened, looked out on to gardens but had a footpath right beside it which led to two of the family villas further up.

As they lay in the afterglow of sex, they heard a movement outside their open window at the rear. The curtains were closed, though not fully. Seth slipped out and pulled back the curtain just in time to see a young lad of about 16-17, walking quickly away towards the villa further back.

‘Do you think he heard us,’ said Seth?

‘Do you think he saw us’ said Brian.

‘If he did, it will help his education,’ said Seth and they both laughed.

It was the following day as they walked around to town looking at souvenirs and the hunky young guys out walking with their girlfriends that their libido started to increase again. There is a limit to how many Calvin Klein underwear bands showing out of the top of shorts a randy guy can look at without going into overload. The subject came up again.

‘We can’t go home without doing something in that bar,’ said Brian.

‘I know,’ said Seth,’ but I don’t want to do something without you and I feel an orgy is not like a threesome where we are having sex with someone. This time people are all having sex separately with us. We’ve no control.’

‘I know what you mean and I feel the same but the thought of all that cock makes me randy,’ said Brian. ‘I get the feeling Seth that if you go in their, you don’t pick and choose, you go in to take whatever is thrown at you and if we do it, we need to psyche ourselves up to that eventually. Without blowing our own trumpet, we’re going to be in demand when you see the competition and I doubt you can just take someone and have them quietly in a corner.’

‘Did you see the sign for an underwear party tonight,’ said Seth?

‘Yes,’ said Brian, and smiled.

‘We stay beside each other all the time,’ said Seth.

‘Yes,’ said Brian, the thought of multiple cum over his face and mouth already making his cock hard.

They didn’t know what to expect but had showered and cleaned every orifice then donned their sexiest white hipsters from CK, Brian in grey with a blue band and Seth in white with a red band. They were walking downstairs to the bar entrance. The ‘party’ was early and would last from late afternoon until around 9.00pm (presumably so that the bar could make some early money during a Sunday afternoon, the quietest time of the week and still get the evening regular trade.

At the entrance, they were charged admission and asked to put their clothes in a plastic box which was stored for them. They grabbed a few drinks first and initially there were only about 20 guys there, mainly older and not their type. They were already the centre of attraction but made no effort to go deeper into the back room until a few slightly younger types arrived.

By 6.30pm the group had grown to 40 or so. Within that, the next youngest after Brian and Seth was probably a tall guy who looked about 27 and there were a few horny, slim German leather types clad in leather jocks, some with open crotches, cocks erected with the help of leather cock rings, sticking proudly upright.

‘There’s quite a few I could have,’ said Seth, ‘what about you?

‘Yeh, me too,’ replied Brian. ‘We’re going in there to be sluts as we agreed,’ he continued?

‘That’s what we said. If you get fucked, I won’t say anything. Whatever happens this afternoon will just be a bit of fantasy,’ said Seth, trying to reassure himself but really nervous about what they were letting themselves in for once they went through the archway into the rear room.

They strolled as casually as they could into the dimly lit rear room. There were people standing around but apart from two or three much older guys in the really dark area, fumbling and grunting, anyone under 45 was hanging around talking quietly to friends or simply groping the person next to them. There was no real sex going on as such. There was no one in the vinyl couch, no one in the bath and not one single cock on display.

Once they got to the back of the room, Seth said, ‘Come here sexy’ and pulled Brian towards him for a kiss. This was done partly out of relief that nothing was happening and partly for reassurance.

Brian found the thought of kissing in this semi-dark environment with others watching, quite erotic and responded fully to Seth. Seth in turn, enjoyed it too and the boys started to seriously kiss, oblivious to the others. They were in a partially open room with the flat examination couch just off to their left and when they came up for air, Seth was aware that the room was full of onlookers. A guy in his thirties placed a hand on Brian’s arse and said, ‘Go for it lad’s and we’ll watch and help.’

‘Ah,’ thought Seth, ‘they want a little show. Now that would be erotic with both of us putting on a sex show.’

He whispered his thoughts to Brian.

‘I’m for it if you are,’ was the reply.

Both boys then seriously got going and after much kissing, Seth put his hand into the front of Brian’s briefs and pulled down the front to expose his cock. He dropped to his knees and took the erect penis in his mouth. This felt really good in public. The session continued in this fashion with both boys getting more confident by the minute and soon they were both naked and taking their oral sex in turn. Hands would feel them, fingers probing them and sometimes an erect cock would brush against them. Seth made a decision and grabbed Brian pushing him over the edge of the couch. He reached for some of the lube, thoughtfully provided, along with condoms, by the management and started to lube Brian’s arse. All around were guys of all ages, frantically wanking openly while they watched the sex show. Brian was as hot as he had ever been with an audience of perhaps twenty guys from mid-twenties to late forties, and all shapes from tall and thin to slightly plump, all watching him naked. Seth entered him hurriedly with no protection and started to fuck him, holding his hips to gain purchase as he did so. His cock was penetrating deeply into Brian’s hole. Seth pulled Brian to his feet and Brian’s cock sprung straight up in front. An enterprising thin, thirty-something, quickly knelt down and took Brian’s cock in his mouth, his face being fucked with Seth’s movement as he fucked behind.

This continued for well over ten minutes. Seth withdrew to lean over for some more lube and left Brian, once more, bent over the bed. As he pulled away, a well built Hispanic guy stepped forward and pushed his thick, dark skinned cock (thankfully clad in a condom) straight into Brian’s arse. Brian was not aware who was behind him, assuming Brian had returned to continue. This guy was in a hurry and started to really hump Brian. Seth turned to apply more lube to his cock and got the shock of his life to find Brian being shagged. He had an even bigger shock when he looked behind to find around six guys pulling condoms on their cocks and lubing. He opened his mouth to tell them to get off when he realised his cock was as hard as it had ever been.

One young German guy stepped over to Seth and grabbed his hand, guiding it to his arse which was well lubricated. He smiled. Seth nodded lightly, grabbed a condom, stretched it over his big cock and pushed the guy over the bed at right angles to Brian before entering him. There was a groan and the guy fucking Brian came in him, stepping back to let the condom droop on the end of his semi-hard cock, laden with a large quantity of warm semen. Brian realised at this point that it hadn’t been Seth and also noticed Seth fucking the pretty young German alongside him. He started to stand but was quickly pushed back down as a tall, well built guy in his forties, stuffed a surprisingly large eight inch cock into him. Brian dropped back down again and let the guy have him. He was beginning to feel like a real slut. The guy pulled back slightly and poured more lube in Brian’s arse to ease entry before recommencing his fucking. He stood Brian up and bent his knees as he fucked upwards in a standing position. Another shaven headed guy in leather jock with an open zipped fly, stood in front of Brian, pulling his head downwards and forcing him to take his seven inch, circumcised cock in his mouth. He started to pump into Brian’s mouth as the other guy fucked his arse. Both moaned out loud at the same time and they came in both ends. Brian took the full force of the ejaculation into his mouth and eagerly swallowed. This brightened those around, realising that he could now service two at once.

Seth continued to pump his twenty-two year old German but didn’t want to cum yet, so withdrew with a slurping sound. Instead of being able to head back to Brian, he saw he was already occupied by another thirty-something, English guy who was fucking him wildly. By now another German had reversed on to Seth’s ample cock. Since he didn’t want to be left out, Seth lubed and plunged into the guy. This was getting just too hot for him and he realised he wasn’t going to hold on much longer. He managed to bend as he fucked and whispered to Brian that he was near, just as he was pushed out of the way by a tall shaven headed forty something with a large circumcised cock. The cock was aimed at Brian’s waiting mouth. The English guy started his pre-ejaculatory grunting as he started emptying his balls into Brian. When he withdrew, Brian stood up. At this rate he wasn’t going to get anyone to touch his cock unless he did. He was rewarded by the shaven headed guy, who dropped to his knees and took Brian’s cock in his mouth. His sucking was perfect.

As Seth started to pump his cum into his current German guy, Brian filled the forty-something guy’s mouth with his seed. Brian could cum for England so the poor guy was struggling with the quantity now flooding his mouth. He coughed and spluttered and when he pulled his mouth off, another, slightly younger guy dropped down to finish him off and was rewarded with the last remains.

‘Sure beats a week at Center Parcs,’ said Brian as they giggled their way across the central grassy area towards a restaurant for dinner. ‘Don’t know if it would be my cup of tea every night but the experience is so disgustingly perverted, I loved it!’

A quieter day ensued the following morning and the guys decided to spend the day by the pool. The layout was really quite attractive with little canals adjoining the four or five swimming pools. Just before lunch, Seth nudged Brian.

‘Isn’t that our little peeping Tom over there with his mum and dad and trying to pretend he’s not looking in our direction?’

‘Sure looks like him. Nice build. I would say he’s a bit old to be on holiday with Mummy and Daddy and he sure looks like he needs some entertainment,’ said Brian.

The glancing back and forward continued before, during and after their snack lunch by the pool. The lad showed no sexual interest in them but kept looking. At one stage he went up to his parent’s apartment and came out on the balcony, looking down at the boys. He hung around their and then came back down again to take up his position beside a sleeping mum and dad.

‘I feel horny,’ said Seth, ‘do you fancy making a very obvious trip back to the apartment for some hanky panky and see if our little voyeur follows?’

Both boys made a very theatrical departure, looking over their shoulders as they made their way up to the patio in front of their apartment and then shut the doors and closed the curtains once they were in. They stripped and went to the bedroom at the rear and again pulled the curtains, leaving a sizeable gap after opening the window wide. They started to make out. Seth was sucking Brian’s hard cock when he saw the shape at the window. He made sure he put on a good show before standing up, facing the window and showing his hard cock. The face pulled back, then slowing came back into frame when he realised Seth was actually showing himself to him.

Seth whispered,’ Come to the front and I’ll let you in.’

He saw an almost imperceptible nod and the face disappeared. Seth dived to the front patio door and opened it slightly as the young lad slipped discreetly in. Looking over his shoulder, Seth could just make out the lad’s parents laughing with another couple. No one had seen his entrance. Close up this lad was an Adonis. He was slightly built, dark short hair with a spiky gel making it stick upwards. His slim, almost bony frame was about 5 feet 5 inches tall and his dark eyes were framed with darker long eyelashes which game him a feminine look.

‘Hi, fancy joining us for some fun,’ said Seth without any preamble?

‘I think I would like that,’ he said.

‘Seth,’ his hand was thrust out as he said it.

‘Leon,’ was the returning handshake.

Brian walked out in his briefs and was added to the introductions.

‘I don’t have a lot of time,’ said Leon. ‘It’s my eighteenth birthday today and my parents are taking me out for dinner.’

Seth raised an eyebrow which Brian saw. Leon hardly looked sixteen, let alone eighteen but he was obviously telling the truth.

‘Have you done anything like this before,’ asked Brian?

‘No, not at all, but I’ve thought a lot about it and when I saw you both the other day, I really wanted to do it,’ he replied.

Seth took his hand and led him, followed my Brian, to the bedroom. Carefully closing the curtains, he kissed him on the lips. Leon responded instantly with a fervour and passion that caught Seth unawares. He gripped Seth’s head and forced it tongue into his mouth. His hand gripped Seth’s cock firmly, almost painfully, and he pulled himself away, dropping to his knees, to take Seth’s long cock in his mouth. This lad had definitely been planning!

Brian stood behind him and managed to pull Leon’s t-shirt off revealing a pale, defined slim body with two little pink round nipples. Leon swung round on his knees and grabbed Brian’s cock between his lips, sucking enthusiastically, if somewhat amateurishly. Seth lifted Leon by the arms and Brian pulled down his swimming shorts. The five and a half inch cock sprung up like a coiled spring and slapped his belly before bouncing back to an upward curved, steel hard erection. His patch of pubic hair was a small dark triangle but strangely, and oddly, he had virtually no other hair on his chest, just a small wisp heading to his navel. As all three stepped out of clothes, Brian dropped to his knees and took the head of Leon’s cock in his mouth, gently sucking it, fearful that he might go off prematurely. Though visually clean, his cock had the faint taste of urine, but not enough to make it unpleasant. In fact, it was positively erotic.

‘I want you to put your cock up my arse,’ said Brian. ‘Will you?’

He nodded. This was not going to be a long session. Brian and Seth knew that when a cock was as hard as this one, it was never going to contain the liquid that was so desperate to get out. Brian really wanted Leon’s cum in his mouth, but he also wanted fucked so he figured it had to be one or the other and plumped for being fucked.

Seth lubricated Brian as he kneeled on the bed. They saw no need for condoms with this virgin so Seth then lubed Leon’s cock as he gasped at the cold slippery action of Seth’s hands. He positioned himself at Brian’s back and slowly pulled the ‘coiled spring’ downwards to try to gain entry. It wasn’t easy as it tried so hard to regain its normal position, pointing towards the sky. Eventually with a change of position from Brian he slid in. The hard muscle was quite painful on entry, especially when it continued to point upwards on its way into him. Eventually Leon sighed and started a fucking motion. Seth did little but stroke the little lad’s arse as he pummelled into Brian. He had to stop after every four or five thrusts to stop from cumming. Seth slipped in behind him and started to lick, firstly his buttocks and then slowly round to his little puckered anus. The smell of chlorine came from his skin, obviously from the drying swimming pool water. Soon Seth was tonguing his arse, and Leon kept giving little gasps as he fucked.

‘Oh my God,’ he groaned as his thrusts became more erratic and the fluid fired into Brian.

‘Bloody Hell,’ said Brian, ‘that feels like a hosepipe erupting up my hole.’

When Leon withdrew, Seth wanted to fuck Brian using Leon’s cum.

‘Don’t shoot for a few minutes,’ said Leon, ‘I’ll cum again, honest.’

‘On my face, then,’ said Brian.

Leon raised his eyebrows but realised Brian was serious. Brian lay sideways with Seth entering behind in a spooning position. The warm feeling of fucking using someone else’s cum, squishing around in his boyfriend’s arse was too much. This was indeed a luxury in these safe sex days and Seth was going to enjoy every stroke. Leon was kneeling over Brian’s head, his cock still as hard as it had been. He gripped it and started to frantically wank, the tip of his cockhead appearing and disappearing behind his foreskin as he did so.

Seth fired his load of seed to join Leon’s inside Brian. Brian was stroking his own cock, holding himself back to time his ejaculation to the moment he received his warm facial bath. Leon was frantically wanking, his face contorted with the effort of achieving his second orgasm in ten minutes and the reward arrived. He tensed and surprised both of them by squirting a forceful jet of thin cum straight on to Brian’s face. Six copious jets hit Brian as he closed his eyes to avoid the onslaught of the warm cum bath. His own cock erupted in time and sprayed his chest with even more semen, before he collapsed, the thin liquid running in all directions over his face, neck and body (plus, of course, running out of his arse).

‘Not bad for a first timer,’ said Brian.

Leon smiled. ‘I’ve been planning for a long time.’

His white teeth dazzled both boys and his whole face lit up when he spoke. He looked as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

‘Can I do it again before I leave on Friday’ he asked?

‘You fucking bet you can,’ said Brian and plans were made for the following afternoon.

The boys made sure they were back early and waited outside on the patio. Leon was sunbathing with his parents across the swimming pool and constantly looked in their direction. The time had been set for 3.00pm when his dad had had a few drinks and his mum would be soaking up the maximum rays. Seth watched as he spoke to his mum and headed up towards the pathway at the side of their block. As he approached, both boys went into the apartment, and partly closed the curtains leaving the patio door opened. Leon gave a quick glance over his shoulder and slipped into the flat.

‘I’ve been waiting for this all day,’ he said as he walked in, wearing just a pair of black speedos. ‘I want to try a cock up me,’ he continued, as though he had been pondering all day on the subject.

‘O.k,’ said Seth, ‘but before we do it you need to learn something about hygiene if I want to avoid a messy accident.’

Leon looked surprised as though it hadn’t crossed his mind that 7.5 inches of flesh stuck up a poop chute might just be a little messy. Seth took him into the bathroom, armed with his trusty portable douche and winked at Brian as he went. Ten minutes later a naked Leon, with his eyes slightly watering, came out.

‘Now he’s fit for fucking,’ said Seth.

Brian took hold of Leon and kissed him on the lips. This was something he definitely had experienced before as his lips parted to allow Brian’s tongue to invade his mouth. Brian’s cock was already erect. Seth stood naked behind Leon, his cock prodding between Leon’s buttocks as he kissed his shoulders and back, allowing his tongue to trace over his shoulders. Leon gave an involuntary shiver. As Brian continued to kiss, fondling Leon’s hard cock as he did so, Seth started to apply some silky lubricant to Leon’s arse. He allowed his finger to enter, just an inch and then retreat. Leon seemed to enjoy it. As Brian pulled Leon on to the bed, they lay facing each other sideways, still allowing Seth to continue opening Leon’s virgin boy hole.

It took fully ten minutes of gently lubrication and manipulation to manage his finger up to the knuckle without a murmur from Leon. Seth then moved to two fingers, gently working them around to open the tight orifice. The warm sensation of virgin territory kept his cock at full mast. Deflowering a virgin was something he enjoyed immensely and, though his cock was bigger than Brian’s he was determined to me the first in there!

Three fingers became more of a struggle, so Seth alternated with one, two then part of three as he opened the boy ready for a 7.5 inch cock. More lube was applied as Brian continued his kissing before sliding down to take Leon’s cock in his mouth and slurp quietly on the moist, rigid piece of flesh. Seth was almost ready to make his move and decided to leave Leon on his side with his back to him. There seemed little need for protection since the boy had never had sex and they were both clear of infection. He smothered his large cock with lubricant and started to push gently against the tight anus. He eased slightly in, and then withdrew, repeating the procedure a number of times. Eventually, with a gasp from Leon as the head slipped in, opening his sphincter in the process. Seth waited then gently eased further into the wondrous tunnel of pleasure. Leon’s cock remained rock hard so he wasn’t in pain.

‘Is that it fully in,’ said Leon?

‘Bad news, ‘replied Seth, ‘there’s about four inches to go.’

‘Fuck, I’ll never manage will I,’ he said, a disappointed note to his voice?

‘I wouldn’t be too sure,’ replied his impaler as he gently sliding in and out of Leon’s wonderfully tight arse.

Each stroke would push gently further and further. Leon’s hand came round to finger Seth’s cock and to feel his virginity slowly disappearing with each thrust.

‘That’s it,’ said Seth, ‘I’m up to the hilt.

‘God it feels weird,’ said Leon, ‘like shitting backwards!’

Not the best description, but Seth was beyond helping him with his phraseology as the pleasure of fucking the boy washed over him. He pulled Leon up on all fours and stated to fuck in earnest. Looking down as he went he looked in wonder as his cock pulled almost fully out and then slid right up to the hilt. He kissed the boy’s shoulders as he went.

‘I’m really sorry Leon but I can’t last long. Do you want me to cum in you?’

‘Yes please.’

The words were hardly out of Leon’s mouth before the rush of cum forced its way under pressure towards the constrained tip of Seth’s cock and blasted at full volume into his insides.

‘Jeesus I can feel that,’ said Leon. ‘It’s bloody wonderful.’

As Seth started his climb-down from an amazing climax, Leon asked Brian to fuck him too.

Brian quickly lubed his cock and took position as Seth withdrew. His slightly smaller cock slid in without any resistance whatsoever and was soon easily up to the hilt. As Leon knelt on all fours, Seth slid under him so that he could see Brian’s cock fucking in and out while gripping Leon’s cock and sliding it into his mouth. He stoked the rock hard tip with his tongue and then engulfed the full length as he felt the pressure of Brian pumping at Leon’s rear.

‘Oh God,’ said Leon, ‘I’m cumming!’

He shrieked loud enough for most of the complex to hear. This was the total opposite of Leon, who almost silently pumped a copious volume to thin cream into Seth’s mouth without a single word of warning. Seth swallowed the first load without realising it wasn’t saliva and removed the cock as the next four jets sprayed his face and neck. Leon was a healthy cummer by anybody’s standards and would have been a must at a bukkake party.

‘I’m going to hold on to your sperm as long as I can, ‘said Leon, ‘to remind me of you.’

From experience, Seth knew that it might not be as long as Leon thought.

As they prepared to part company, it transpired that they lived less than one hundred miles apart so the possibility of bringing him into their sexual lives seemed high, and brought a smile to his face. A kiss and then he was gone.

The boys were knackered and spent the next few days with less hectic exercises, apart from a couple of visits to the beach and some brief encounters there.

On the following weekend they decided they were ready for a return visit to the weekly underwear party. This time, they goaded each other to see how far they could go! They were less nervous on arrival. Both lads had prepared well and were pre-lubed, just in case! They spent less time initially in the bar and quickly walked through to the near empty back rooms. The tub already had a guy lying there. He was about 45 and gently wanking himself. Brian went over and pissed straight on the guy’s face. The guy opened his mouth and drank what he could, thanking Brian as the final squirts hit him. He looked at Seth expectantly so Seth pulled his semi hard dick out and took aim, giving the guy a warm, copious jet of piss. Two or three other older guys had come to watch and were gently stroking their cocks while watching this young guy pissing on the older bear in the tub.

Brian and Seth moved through to the small dark room to the rear and waited in the empty chamber. After about ten minutes or so, more bodies joined them and both boys found themselves being felt through their briefs. Their cocks bulged as one guy knelt in front and took two of them into his mouth sucking each in turn. The grunts after about five minutes suggested he had cum while doing so. Both boys enjoyed a few sucks at their cocks before moving back to the main arena. A camp young guy of about eighteen or nineteen, not particularly attractive and certainly very effeminate was being kissed by on older guy of about around thirty. They seemed to be together and the camp guy had bright blue streaks through his hair.

Seth said to Brian, ‘I think the older guy is with him and is using him for bait to get others to join in. Let’s fuck the brains out of his camp friend and see what he thinks of that!’

They walked over and joined the older guy as he administered the younger guy lying on the couch. Seth did very little preamble and reached for some lubricant, slicking it on to the camp guy’s hole. The guy looked at him and smiled. The lube slipped in well, too well. Seth pulled on a condom and removed the lad’s tight, white shorts off as his partner pulled back and watched. Seth’s cock looked enormous against the young guy’s five inches. The older guy walked up to Brian, stroking his own cock and spoke.

‘Can I put your cock into him, please?’

It was a plea. Seth nodded as he lifted the lad’s legs up in a ‘V’ format and positioned himself. The guy gripped Seth’s cock and gasped as he stroked it, then aimed at the camp guy’s arse. Seth pushed firmly and his cock slipped in all too easily for such a small frame. There was a groan of pleasure as Seth pushed and started his onslaught. Brian stood behind him, kissing his buttocks as he pushed in. A warm feeling brushed against his bum. He realised the partner was going to take a piece of his ass in return.

Brian thought, ‘We might as well get this ball rolling.’

He offered his arse to the guy who pushed his rubber clad cock into his well lubed arse with ease and started to fuck him. The guy only had about six inches but he was good. He gripped Brian firmly by the hips and started to fuck him. The camp lad, lying was on the bench in front of Brian, as he steadied himself whilst being entered, sounded like he was going to cum with no one touching his cock. Brian leaned forward and enveloped the little cock with his mouth just as the lad erupted. Seth’s cock had triggered him without any handling at all. The lad’s screaming orgasm was enough for his partner who came in Brian’s hole. As the guy pulled out Brian realised that there were now around twenty guys around, all stroking their cocks and a number of them were reaching for condoms.

Brian whispered to Seth, ‘Let’s jump up on the couch alongside each other and turn over. We’ll see what happens.’

What happened was an onslaught of cocks one after the other. One guy would take the rear and those who couldn’t would go around and stick their cocks in Brian or Seth’s mouth. Cum started to flow pretty quickly and Brian had had around three loads on his face or mouth in about fifteen minutes. The guys lost count of what was happening at the rear but afterwards they figured each had been fucked around nine or ten times before friction began to play a part. They were covered in cum, both on their backs and faces. The boys turned over to face the remaining guys who all stood over them wanking and one tall thin English looking guy with shaven head, tattooed arms and rough unshaven face, looked at them then to his mirror image alongside (the guys assumed they were together), as they lowered their mouths on to a cock apiece and started to give the blowjob of a lifetime. Seth and Brian turned towards each other and kissed, the deposited cum mixing with their saliva as they did so and both reached climax at almost they same time, holding each other tightly as they erupted into their hosts mouths. The delivery was accepted greedily and every drop was eked out of their cocks before the shrinking organs were released from their lips. The guys smiled and just walked away. Seth and Brian, now slightly embarrassed, located their briefs, wiped themselves down as best they could and quickly left to taxi back to change for dinner.

The smell of cum in the taxi must have made the driver wander who had been careless with the ammonia!!

The lads finished their holiday quietly and on returning home returned to their regular search for local trash on which to practise. This time they had some great new ideas to try out when they did meet up with their regulars as well as a new holiday destination to try out again the following year!

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