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He could feel the cock as it slid into his hole, feel it throb as it pushed past his muscle. The pain was rolling up his spine, as he bit the pillow, trying to stifle his screams, waiting for the pain of penetration to end, for the pleasure waves to race up and down his trembling body. Tony could feel the sweat beading up, feel the hard cock digging deep into his hole, spreading his insides apart like a hot knife slicing through butter.

It hurt, and yet it didn’t.

His eyes were shut tight, the taste and feel of the pillow under his face was becoming damp, as he felt the cock inside shudder, stop, then slowly pull backwards. The relief from his insides was apparent, his body was beginning to relax, when it began all over again. The pain, the sensation of being stretched, all came rushing back to him as the hard pole dug back down into his body.

Tony could hear the distant sounds of flesh slapping onto flesh. He could feel the grinding motion of the other man’s body into his buttocks, feel his hot breath on his neck, as his body pressed him further into the mattress. The bed squeaked, as the motion of pulling back then pushing back began to quicken, to become almost like one.

His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about. His whole body was tense, the nerves tingling, the muscles never getting a chance to relax, to regroup. They were like taut wires, being played hard and fast.

The hard breathing in his ear was making him twist, to try and get away. His head twisted and flopped from side to side, as the groans echoed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if they were his, or if it was from the man behind him, the man holding him down with his entire body weight. The hard thrusts were interrupted by the odd hard slap on his buttocks, first one side, then the other. It made his cheeks tingle, and then they would quiver as the man would drive down hard onto his body.

Tony felt each thrust, as it drove in, as it pushed his muscles aside, as it filled his insides. The feel of heat inside, of a greater warmth than he could generate filled his mind, he felt the beads of sweat turn into tiny little rivers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a clear picture of who was behind him, who was drilling his butt so expertly.

He remembered Jason, the bar’s waiter but it wasn’t him. Tony knew what his cock felt like, so it had to be someone new, someone he hadn’t taken home before, but his mind was unable to concentrate. The pain inside, the fast thrusts, followed by the odd twist of the cock, was overpowering his mind. It made him groan, made his hands ball up into fists, and strike the bed, as each thrust became deeper and harder.

Whoever it was, was good. He could feel his insides turning to mush. He was used to being fucked, but this was different, the cock was harder and thicker. Each time it was driven into him, he could feel it swelling, feel it stretching his insides. He cried out, enjoying the hard pain, enjoying the strange sensations more than anything. His mind felt the pain, but was amazed by the warmth it created inside.

His hair was matted from sweat, that now dripped between his closed eyelids. Some was even dripping down his hooked nose, to drop across his upper lip. He struggled to breath, feeling the ache in his chest as his whole body was pounded into the bed. He heard the springs creak their objection, felt the motion of the bed as it moved to each thrust.

Two strong hands gripped his hips, pulled him upright. His head was still buried into the pillow, but his legs were raised up, his knees and lower legs pressed into the bed. His buttocks was lifted up, driven into the hard pole, and he could feel the pubic hairs of the man behind him, scratching against his moist cheeks. His whole body was a massive puddle of sweat, salty sweat that filled the room with its odor.

As his buttocks was lifted up, held tightly, the pounding into it grew fiercer. It was like a jack hammer was in his ass, as the couldn’t tell when the cock was going out or coming in. It was fast, furious and hard. His whole body was shuddering, absorbing the shock of the hard hammer like blows. The sound of flesh banging against flesh echoed in the room, along with the heavy panting breathing of someone, other than him.

Tony moaned, his head buried deep into the pillow. He was still biting it, as the cock continued to twist and dive into his body. His butt cheeks were shaking from the force of the hard blows of the other man’s hips, as they crushed down onto his upraised buttocks. He felt his whole body moving with each thrust.

His legs ached, his cock was flopping between his upraised body. Sweat was pouring from every conceivable spot of his body, as the pounding only seemed to intensify. His limbs grew numb, his toes were curling as the pounding of his heart and heaving of his chest seemed uncontrollable. He felt himself suddenly being twisted and turned over. It was quick, and hard as he felt himself on his back.

Before his ass could collect itself, could relax, he felt the cock being wedged back up against his pink hole. His legs were lifted up, and spread apart. The hard cock was there, then was driving deep back inside of him. His head twisted, as he felt the hot breath over his face, then the press of lips against his, teeth nibbling at his own trembling lips.

His eyes fluttered as he stared up at the towering figure over him. His hips shivered, as he glanced up, trying to focus on the face behind the dangling strands of blond hair that grazed his chest and face.

Tony moaned, as he watched the head pull back, tossing the long strands of hair to one side. He saw the firm jaw, the clenched mouth, teeth over the lower lip gleaming. His chest was heaving, he could see the sweat dripping off the man, see the glitter of light across one nipple, realizing it was a nipple ring.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could pick out more details, despite the hard pounding his ass was still taking. He could see the star tattoo on the belly, the way the belly button was the centre of five painted stars radiating outwards. Looking up, he saw the one nipple ring swaying to the man’s motion, as his hips continued to pound into his upraised buttocks.

There was a light patch of matted chest hair, behind the swaying strands of blond hair. The chin was there, small tuft of wet hair visible, but it was so firm, so white that he couldn’t help but wonder. The lips were taut, and the man’s nose was shining, coated by a heavy sheen of sweat. He felt the drops on his own chest, as he struggled to stare upwards.

He heard him grunt, watched as the chin trembled a bit, then he suddenly felt the pressure inside end. He felt one ankle being released, as his eyes stared up, the head above moving to one side, glancing downwards, past his face, towards his groin.

Tony heard the man groan again, heard something else that he couldn’t place, then felt the man leaning into him, the weight of his body holding his legs upraised. Glancing down his trembling body, he saw the sheen of his own flesh, saw the tiny rivers of sweat trickling down the rolls of his flesh, and then he saw the hand between his legs.

His eyes opened even wider, as he saw the blur, the way the man’s hand was nothing but a blur, and in the centre was a huge fiery object, aimed at him. He felt himself licking his lips, as he realized the man was stroking his cock, about to cum. The muscles insides tensed as he looked at the blur, then saw the fiery head suddenly begin to split open.

The growing hole in the centre was being filled by a dull greyish color. Before his mind could assimilate what the eyes were seeing, the first stream of cum came shooting out, splattering across his lower face. Tony felt himself flinch, as the hot milk hit his lips and chin. It was almost as if burning hot oil had been poured on him.

He cried out, his head moving to one side, as more of the hot liquid splattered across his neck, then his upper shoulder. His body shook, as more cum came flying towards him. The harsh cries from the man suddenly filled his ears, as his body shook. His legs were on either side of the man, trembling and moving on their own, as he felt the splattering cum across his belly now.

His groaned, as suddenly the man above him fell fully onto his prone body. The bed groaned and they bounced a little, and Tony felt the weight solidly across his chest. His body was still quivering, and now he could feel the other man’s body. It too was shaking, as it slowly rolled off, an arm across his stomach. He felt the cum cooling on his body, still amazed at how much cum covered his body.

There was a dull ache in his ass, as he let his head roll over to one side, so he could look at the figure lying next to him. He saw the milky white skin, the long arms, as the man’s chest still heaved. The figure was as tall as him, as his head was level with Tony’s, and his toes were next to his. The body looked thin, he could see the ribs sticking out from his side.

The man next to him turned his head, and he saw the face at last. He didn’t recognize it, but the face was thin, haggard looking but the eyes. The eyes were a deep blue, and they seemed to be alive with tiny stars inside, shimmering as they stared at him. The arm that was spread over him, moved, and he could feel the long fingers inching down his prone body. They lightly ran across his skin, barely touching it, but just enough to make him tingle.

His fingers moved down, and ran lightly across his cock shaft, which immediately grew back into life. He saw a smile cross the man’s face, and for a moment he thought that he couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, but then as the fingers moved past his cock, to ran across his inner thigh, the smile left his face. He suddenly looked older, more like 22 or older, but the eyes, that once shimmered, glittered even, were slowly clouding over, growing darker, becoming impenetrable.

Tony didn’t know what was happening, his mind couldn’t put a name to the face, and yet the feeling he knew him was gnawing at him. Yet his mind wouldn’t focus, wouldn’t seek out who it was. His body shivered as the touch around his groin disappeared. The light of the room was growing darker, as his breathing became more normal. The figure next to him was slowly being swallowed up by the darkness, and he wanted to call out to him, to ask him who he was but the words wouldn’t come. His mouth felt like it had been glued shut.

Shutting his eyes, he was silently pleading for the man to take him again, to touch him more, to take his cock and make it cum, just as his had just done. He wanted to cum, wanted to let his body explode, but the man seemed to not hear him, or read his mind. He felt the darkness around him now, suddenly uncertain of where he was, of what had happened. He felt his body squirm, felt the ache growing in his groin, felt his need becoming urgent. The press of something seemed to prod his bladder, as he felt his body move.

There was a strange noise, off in the distance, but he couldn’t place it. All he wanted was to feel those long fingers reach around and grip his cock, to take his throbbing pole within, and to move up and down, to make him harder, to make him cum. He wanted to feel the fingers prod his testicles, to maybe feel those thin lips wrap around his cock, while the slender fingers dug back into his body, to make him groan again.

Still that noise was becoming louder, more annoying, as his mind tried to focus, to bridge the gap between him and the mysterious stranger. He felt the pain, from his groin, from his desire. Yet he couldn’t seem to reach the man, to find him again. He couldn’t feel him next to him, couldn’t even smell him now, just the odor of stale sweat mixed with dried cum. Desperately he tried to call out, to reach out, but the darkness wouldn’t let him. He felt something holding him back, and for a second he thought it was him, but it wasn’t.

The noise was too much. It was too loud, ruining his concentration, when his eyes popped open. There was the light again, but it came from his windows, through the curtains. He was still breathing a bit hard, as he realized at how sticky he felt. Turning around, he couldn’t see anyone, hear anyone in the room, just the damn noise.

Turning his head in its direction, he saw the flashing red numerals of his clock radio, realizing what the noise was. He sighed, as he tossed the covers off his body. He felt a bit dejected, knowing he was alone in the bed, knowing that what he had been feeling was just a result of his late night snack of spicy pizza. He sat up on the edge of his bead, letting the night’s cobweb’s clear a bit, wishing that his dream had been real.

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Malcolm woke with a terrible start, convinced that something had touched him. All around him was blackness — the deep impenetrable blackness of a moonless, starless night in a room with its heavy opaque curtains drawn. It was so black he could almost feel the atmosphere round him, and wondered for a moment if that could have woken him.

Taking stock of his situation, he realised that he was lying on his back, having thrown off all the covers, and smiled to himself as he noticed that, as usual when he awoke, he had an enormous erection. Very proud of that erection, was Malcolm.

Starting from a perfectly ordinary (though very handsome) cock in its soft state, his lovers would begin to stir the beast into life — which happened very quickly — and after half a minute or so of gentle stimulation would find themselves with a veritable hosepipe on (or in) their hands, surmounted by a length of foreskin even when fully hard.

There’s nothing better than a middle-of-the-night wank to send you to sleep again, he decided, and went to move his right hand into a suitable position for doing that very thing. Horror! Thin, strong, furry fingers gripped his right wrist, pinning it to the bed. Automatically, he tried to lift his left arm over to release the vice-like grip, but a second furry hand was already there, holding his left wrist.

Malcolm whimpered and thrashed his body about to shake off his captor, kicking out at the end and the sides of the bed to reach the body of this creature. His feet and knees met no resistance, and he realised that its body must be behind his head.

Summoning up some long-forgotten gymnastic skill, he suddenly raised both legs until his feet were behind his head, but still no solid flesh met his powerful kicks. Worse was to come. Two more sets of furry fingers clamped themselves round his ankles, holding him in this extremely uncomfortable doubled-up position.

It occurred to him then that there must be more than one of these creatures, and sleep had cleared sufficiently from his mind for him to wonder what these monsters were, and why they had attacked him like this. His cock (now much less erect) and balls were hanging down over his face, though he couldn’t see them, and he relaxed slightly, trying to find enough space in his constricted chest to breathe.

His body still held firmly in four places, more furry hands began to stroke the backs of his legs and buttocks, his ears, and both nipples — all at the same time! There must be a whole group of these things, he guessed, and wondered how to escape. It was no use shouting — his bedroom was on a separate floor from the others, and the door at the top of the stairs was closed.

Futilely, he struggled some more, but was quite unable to break free from them. The hands on his buns nuzzled between his legs, brushing the underside of his ball-sack with soft fur. Erotic fires shot through his tortured body, reviving the forgotten erection completely, and he moaned with sudden lust.

Slowly, the hands holding his ankles began to move apart, spreading his legs, and he began to panic that if they continued, some part of him would split. But they lifted his legs and lowered them to the bed in their former position, still clamped firmly, but now quite comfortable. His erection resumed its skyward pointing.

Fur enveloped his balls, stroked all over his chest, particularly his nipples, and rubbed his mouth, nose, ears, and forehead. The strongly erotic sensations aroused by this were almost more than Malcom could bear — he longed to grip his tool firmly and finish the job he had tried to start some time before, but had no hand free.

As if in response to his unspoken thoughts, a ring of fur, so soft that it could not contain any fingers, completely encircled the tip of his cock and travelled right down to the base, meshing with his ball hairs. Up and down the furry ring travelled, applying agonizingly gentle pressure to his screamingly sensitive cock. His hips began to thrust upwards from the bed, trying to force the encircling fur to stimulate him more, but the ring suddenly lowered itself to his cock-base and held him down firmly.

At the same time, several more furry rings slid over the end of his throbbing meat, and began to move up and down in a random sort of rhythm, sometimes in the same direction, sometimes in opposite directions. Two more tight furry rings slipped on to each of his balls and massaged them gently, and firm furry hands stroked up and down the insides of his thighs.

Malcolm sank into a red haze of lust, quite forgetting his fear at this unusual situation, and gave himself up to the wonderful stimulus.

All at once, the furry rings round his cock, including the one at the base, all began to move upwards with a stronger stroking action. As one reached the tip and vanished, another began at the base, the combined effect being like a milking machine. It was all too much. Malcolm gave a great sigh, gritted his teeth, and waited for the orgasmic explosion.

Just before the critical point, the motion on his cock stopped. He could feel his veins pulsing in near-orgasm, the throbbing of his heart making his skin rub against the now stationary fur. But the soft insistent rubbing on his balls and nipples continued, keeping him just below the very peak of desire.

Each time he thought the sensation was just sufficient to push him over the edge, some part of the movement stopped, and he sank back to the plateau of arousal. Loud cries came from him when this happened; the pounding of his heart sounded so loud in his ears that he thought he might pass out, but still the inexorable stimulus went on.

Steady drips of pre-cum fluid poured down the sides of his cock, and were immediately absorbed by the rings of fur waiting there. Malcolm had now remained erect and in an almost orgasmic state for over an hour, a feat which he had often tried to achieve on his own, but found impossible. Never before had he experienced such unbelievable sensations.

His nipples were like miniature volcanoes, still being stroked in regular patterns, and his balls ached for release in their tight ridged ball-sack. The head of his cock was swollen inside the tip of his foreskin and was beginning to feel almost painful from the pressure.

As if the ministering monsters realised this, the rings round his cock all moved up above his glans, and began to roll down the end of his foreskin, exposing his most sensitive areas. A slightly smaller furry ring, liberally coated with his pre-cum, gripped his cock just under the glans, and began to rotate slowly, always in the same direction, skimming over his incredibly tight frenum, and sending him into paroxysms of ecstasy. Shouts and groans now came from him more frequently, as he felt his whole being concentrate into his throbbing tool.

‘Don’t stop! For god’s sake don’t stop now!’ he yelled in a frenzy, writhing around on the bed as best he could with all four limbs held tightly. And, for once, they didn’t stop. Fur on his chest, rubbing his nipples; fur on his balls, rubbing and squeezing; fur on the insides of his legs and even on his feet; furry rings once again milking his cock, but incredibly gently.

Gradually, the point of no return was reached. Reached, and passed. Never before had he experienced the sensation of many minutes of orgasm before spurting out his juice.

His body bucked and thrashed wildly, trying vainly to reach the climax he so much needed, but his captors were now stimulating him more strongly. Suddenly it was over. All the furry hands and rings released him.

Like a fountain, the first spurt of jism shot up towards the ceiling, followed closely by the second. As they fell back onto his red-hot body, further convulsions pumped out enormous globs of creamy white juice until Malcolm was liberally coated with it. Strangled cries and grunts came from him as the sheer force of his ejaculation shook his body. Time after time another spasm wracked him, until he thought he could come no more, but still kept coming.

Dazed and exhausted, Malcolm woke from a deep sleep. Screwed up between his legs and over his chest, his furry bed-cover was completely coated with his outpourings, and the last throbs and spurts of his tool reminded him that he had just had his most intense and pleasurable orgasm ever, without being touched by anyone. Smiling, he hugged the furry cover tighter, and willed himself to sleep once more, hoping against hope that the furry monsters would return before morning.

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I’ve always thought that Daniel was somewhat cute, but I’ve just never liked him. He just looks like a little bitch. A little bitch that you just want to take advantage of while you’re fucking the shit out of him. The one that you just want to make your sex slave.

It was like any other day at church. Sunday, that is, where you have to act like a goody-goody to gain the trust and respect of the adults and elderly and use it to your advantage. But I wasn’t like that today. I was sitting in the back, this time, trying my best not to look at the pastor’s gorgeous body. If I would ever be found out, my church persona would be tarnished.

As I looked down at floor, I felt someone come towards my seat and sit next to me. It was Daniel, wearing his same old wannabe gangster/pretty boy clothes. I looked at him, wondering why he was sitting next to me when all of the youth of the church were sitting in the first three rows with plenty of free seats for him to sit in.

‘Why are you sitting next to me?’

‘Because I’m getting tired of sitting in the front.’

‘Okay, but why next to me?’

‘Because I know you. You got a problem?’

I smiled at him a little and pretended to be paying attention to the pastor when I was looking at Daniel’s body through the corner of my eye. I just really wanted to fuck him so fucking badly, but I just couldn’t. I need not to explain why. Isn’t it so obvious?

As the sermon continued, Daniel got up to go use the bathroom. I watched as his taut yet big ass hung out of his baggy jeans as he walked away from me, making sure that no one was looking at me looking at his ass. I wanted him so badly. I just had to contain myself.

While he was in the bathroom, my mind drifted off and I began to imagine Daniel being fucked, moaning and grunting while a huge hairy bodybuilder covered in chains and leather pounded the hell out of him. I hid my fantasy well, making sure that the people on my other side weren’t aware of my obsession with Daniel.

When he came back, I looked at him and he looked at me without smiling, and that just made him even sexier. He sat down and relaxed in his chair, watching the pastor the whole time.

After church, I walked outside the church as he followed. I was a bit confused on why he was following me, but he followed me outside. Once I got outside, he began to talk to me.

‘Hey, Ramon, why do you look at me like that?’

‘Like what?’

‘You know. Like you want to kill me or something.’

‘I do?’

‘Yeah! You do it all the time to me. It’s really scary.’

‘Don’t worry. I do that to everybody. Don’t take it personally.’

He smiled at me for the first time. His smile was actually beautiful for once, not like his usual expressionless face. I smiled back at him to bewilder him that I was no threat.

‘You want to go to my house? My parents are taking my brothers and sisters out to eat for going to middle school, so we could go and then we could sneak out.’

‘I guess I’d want to. I mean there’s nothing else to do at my house.’

He walked me to his house, which is right next to the church. I was a bit skeptical about going to his house, but like I always say: ‘If the opportunity ever comes up, then I’m gonna take it.’ He walked really close to me as we walked to his house, happily looking right at me every time I spoke and was really excited to talk to me.

When we finally got into his house, he led me to his room and sat down on his bed. He looked at me in his old enticing way and patted the space next to him.

‘Sit down with me.’

‘Okay.’

I sat next to him and looked in his eyes in my evil way, almost letting out all of my forbidden obligations for him through my eyes. We didn’t say anything for a long time, just looking into each other’s eyes, sitting still. It was like we were frozen. Until he spoke.

‘What do you want to do?’

Oh, he knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t mention it.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Why don’t we do something fun, huh?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like this:’

He began to kiss me, hard and forceful with A LOT of tongue, as if he wanted me to want to do it. He wasn’t shy at all. He got right to the point. He began to touch me as I forced my hand up his shirt and began to grab and touch his chest. I saw him grab a condom as I pulled down his baggy pants that seemed as if they needed to pulled down no more than an inch.

I pulled down his boxers and put on his condom. I shoved him in my mouth, stroking him aggressively with my tongue. He moaned a little, his head back and his eyes closed. I stopped and ripped off his shirt. I began to kiss and bite all over his mini muscular body, wanting him to squirm and ache in pain, but only making him moan and want more.

‘Do you have any duct tape?’

‘Why *moan* would you want *oh* duct tape?’

‘Can you just get it for me?’

He got up and ran to get it. I waited patiently and he came back in with a whole bunch of stuff: 2 thongs, handcuffs, a paddle, a dildo, a blindfold, clear duct tape, a riding crop, and edible lubricating oil. I smiled at him, wondering why a person like him would want all of those things. He put on the thong and walked over to me.

‘I got all of this from my mom’s room.’

‘Wow, I never knew that Santos was such a freak.’

He looked at me in some dangerous way as he sat next to me and grabbed my hands. I guess he thought that the things were meant to use for me.

‘Hold still.’

‘Wait! Let me show you something.’

‘What is it?’

I snuck the handcuffs in my hands and cuffed him to the bedpost, making him lay flat on his stomach.

‘What are you doing, Ramon? You’re not supposed to do this right now!’

‘Well, I am. Now, shut up!’

I stuck duct tape over his mouth, making him shut up just like I wanted him to. I wanted to hear him scream and beg for mercy, but he was too loud to leave out in the open. He tried to get up, but he only got on his knees, which made him bend over in a doggy style position. His ass looked so much bigger when he bent over. I grabbed the oil and poured some on his back and rubbed it down to his ass, where I firmly gripped onto his cheeks and massaged the oil in. The oil was so slippery and wet. It felt good against my skin while I began to rub myself in-between Daniel’s ass cheeks. He continued to moan, though, making me angrier and angrier.

I grabbed the riding crop and began to whip his back really hard, making him jolt and screech in pain. I laughed a little, but it wasn’t enough. I then grabbed the paddle and pulled up the back of his thong to make his ass look bigger. I slid my fingers down the middle of his ass crack, thinking about pushing them in his ass, but remembering the paddle. I smacked his ass really hard, almost making it turn red even though he was a really dark Mexican. I laughed aloud then.

‘Did that hurt? Huh? Did that hurt you?’

He nodded and then I smacked him again, only this time, his ass turned bright red as it jiggled back to place. I smiled and licked his ass. It tasted like strawberry candy. I licked and bit it aggressively as I licked in-between his thighs and up to his crack. I clutched the string in my mouth and pulled it down, exposing his full-blown ass. He stuck his ass back farther, making his cheeks spread. I then began to lick and bite and tear up his ass cheeks, creating marks and scratches and scars on his ass. His hole was small and looked untouched, so I decided to get the dildo that he brought along and shoved it dead in his hole and pierced it. I shoved it in far.

He screamed in pain, making me feel like my job was only a 16th of a whole done. I shoved it in and out at a regular pace, but I shoved it in to just about to the other end of the dildo, which made it hurt badly. His eyes were closed tightly in pain. I then pulled it out.

I pulled off the whole thong, exposing his not so big self and proving that he was nothing. I positioned myself on him, making sure that he was handcuffed and that he wouldn’t move anywhere. I then grabbed a mirror from off of his desk (conceited fag), and put it in front of his face so that I could see him in ache with pleading. I put on a condom and plunged myself into him, watching his face cringe every time I drove back into him.

I started fast, making sure that I was hurting him as much as possible. He had a strained face, as if he were trying to get used to the pain, but then I drove myself farther into him, making him moan but squeal at the same time. His legs were wide open as I pushed his back in so that it could curve. That way, his ass would stick up farther and it would be harder for him to breathe. Yep, I hate him that much.

I ripped off the duct tape. I wanted to hear him scream my name. His moaning and pleading was super sexy and the way his mouth was opened was even sexier. I grabbed his not-long-at-all hair and pulled it back, making his breathing cut short again. I then grabbed the belt off his pants and wrapped it around his neck. I pulled it back and made his head come back. I rode him like a cowboy rides a bull, except I was in control.

I held onto the belt with one hand and slapped the side of his ass as I fucked Daniel yelling out words that are so dirty that I can’t speak of. Daniel’s moaning turned into screeching, and then he went back into moaning, but strained moaning.

‘Oh, Ramon! This hurts so bad!’

I hit the side of his head, smacked his cheeks, socked him in the temple, punched him in the side, and bit the top of his head. I just wanted to beat him up so fucking badly. He yelled out in pain.

‘Call me ‘Daddy’, Bitch!’

‘Oh Daddy! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh!’

‘I’ll show you harder, Bitch! I’m gonna fuck you like the animal that you are, Danny Boy! Just watch me!’

I began to speed up and fuck deeper, fucking him harder and harder. I know his ass hole was hurting then. I then pulled his back up to my chest and began to fuck him there. I held onto the side of his ass and touch him with the other hand. I jacked him off as he pushed his ass deeper into me. I took off his handcuffs and allowed him to touch himself as I helped. He did, but he bent over all the way, not allowing me to touch him, but allowing me to fuck him. I felt myself about to come.

I began to speed up and I felt the condom break. But I kept fucking him, making Daniel scream aloud and making my own self moan really loud, but then I stopped so that I wouldn’t come yet. When it was over, I hit him in the back so that he would fall down on his stomach. I pulled myself out of him, took off my condom, and pulled him up to stick my fingers in his ass as he started to push himself back into my fingers. He continued to moan.

He turned over and sat up on the bedpost, looking at me with his legs wide open and my fingers deep inside his ass. I shoved my fingers deeper and watched as his face cringed with pain again, making me a bit horny again. I slapped him with my other hand and punched him in the chest. He pushed himself up and down with the weight on his arms as I used my other hand to touch him.

I stroked his dick and balls fast so that he could come fast. I then stuck myself into him as he laid on his back with his legs wide open and in the air. He began to moan with pleasure, but I hit him in the mouth. I pushed myself into him hard and violently, making it seem as if I were raping him. He began to touch himself as I fucked him. I looked at him touch himself and that made me want to fuck him even more, so I began to speed up. He started jacking off to the same speed that I was fucking him. I felt as if I was going to come, so I stopped fucking him and I jacked off in his face. I felt myself about to come and I did all over his face and all in his mouth.

I then turned him over and shoved my whole fist into his ass, making him sound as if he was going to cry. I laughed, feeling as if my job was almost complete. I watched his ass hole spread open wide. I grabbed the belt that was still tied to his neck and pulled it back to cut off his breathing so that he wouldn’t moan too loud. I continued to jack him off, letting him push his own ass back instead of forcing my whole arm in him. I began to jack him off faster and faster. He began to moan louder until…

Then he came all over his bed. He looked at me in the most enticing way and it just made me lick his all over in his mouth. Our tongues created so much slobber, but it was hot as hell. I bit his tongue on purpose.

I let go of him and wiped my hands on his bed. I smiled as I did so, looking at Daniel and his surprised facial expression. We were dripping with oil and sweat.

‘You’re really kinky, Ramon, and I like it.’

‘Well, I am a Scorpio.’

I put on my clothes and left before anyone could come. I just didn’t want to be caught of what I had just did.

All that I know was that there was more than one animal in that room. One of them was Daniel.

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Tyler looked at the clock, and breathed out. He shook his head, as he pulled his pants back up and whistled as he tried once more, to see if he really good drop ’em in less than 20 seconds. It was a pride thing, that he could unzip and be ready for the other guy, before the guy could even blink.
Normally he would practise while watching some porn on his computer. It was a bit annoying to see how some sites merely gave him a brief clip of some stud, or how they were so short, that he would drop the pants, look up and there it was, all over suggesting he join some damn site or another.
Now he did enjoy his time at a couple of sites, where he actually pulled his wallet out to sign up, like Blake Mason, but that was for when he was alone. Tonight he planned on not being alone, where his right hand would have to do. Instead he was hoping to entice young Ross to come back to his place for a drink or two.
Like himself, Ross was just 19 years old, but he looked a damn sight younger. He still had nothing but peach fuzz on his cheeks, while Tyler was shaving four times a week these days. Worse, was that he was starting to have wrinkles under his eyes, that took away from their brilliance. Now Ross, he had perfect milky white skin, no wrinkles, no blemishes either.
Both of them were about six foot, and about 130 to 135 pounds, but his body had a bit more muscle to it, than Ross did. Still, he was a perfect specimen, and if that basket he sported was any indication, well he was also hung. Not like he thought of himself as some size queen either, but he did like a nice fat cock to suck on. Ross seemed to have that, though he still wasn’t sure.
Okay, so he had groped him a few times, felt the lump in those faded jeans Ross was always wearing, but while it felt large, he just wasn’t experienced enough to know just how big. Then too, Ross was a good kisser and had felt his basket more than once, which was just fine, except it never went any further.
That sucked, which made him smile as he once more dropped his drawers. He wanted to make sure that when the moment was right, there would be no time for Ross to change his mind. He wanted to be ready, and how better than to have his hard cock sticking out, ready for some sucking?
The idea of having Ross on his knees, his head in Tyler’s hands as he guided it towards his stiff dick, was making him horny. Glancing back up at the clock, he knew he had loads of time. He sat down on the edge of his bed, and looked everything over. The condoms on the night table, were in easy reach, and it was a full box as well.
Next to the condoms, he had placed two of his favourite toys as well. The two different sized dildos should definitely set the mood, or at least let Ross know that he was into a lot more than just a blow job. Of course, he would prefer to be the one driving the dick into the ass, but he could be versatile.
Thinking about Ross, he realized he didn’t care who did the fucking, or maybe if he was as horny as him, they could do each other. Now that would be fun, to ride Ross’s dick, then have him ride his own uncut cock. The thought of feeling Ross’s cheeks spreading for his pole, made him glance down. He saw the pole thickening, knowing he was really turning himself on.
He also realized that he could just as easily strike out with Ross. The guy was a bit of a flake, or came across that way. Maybe he was just playing hard to get or something? Tyler wasn’t totally sure it was real, but when Ross had kissed him last time, it sure as hell seemed like he was no rookie.
How his lips had pressed up against his, how his tongue was pushing at his lips, urging them to open, to let him inside, was just a bit too practised. Or maybe he was just being cynical, because he had been trying to get into Ross’s pants for nearly six weeks now. That was a long time to just exist, with nothing but some groping, some hot kissing to show for it.
Tyler kicked his pants and shorts off, throwing them to one side, as he climbed further up onto the bed. He lay back against the pillows, thinking of how it would feel to have Ross next to him. To be able to smell his aroma, his cologne and to touch him, well it was working wonders for his cock. Grinning, he stared at his dick, seeing the foreskin stretched a bit tight, the head still hiding beneath, waiting for his touch.
His eyes looked over at the shaft, seeing the veins that wrapped around the pole, looking like tiny rivers. Sitting up a bit, his hands on either side of his upraised torso, he contemplated his cock, wondering how it would feel with Ross’ thin pale lips wrapped around it. Would it grow to its full thickness quickly, or would it take its time?
There were some who just couldn’t get him up 100%, and he wondered, would Ross be one of those? Somehow he didn’t think so, nor did his body, as he watched the head peeping out from under the loose fitting hood. Just thinking of Ross, of his touch, was making his cock fatten up. Rarely did it get this aroused, without some help from his hand, and as he stared at it, he wondered if he could bring himself to it, without touching?
He doubted it, as he really didn’t have that much time, before he had to head off to the bar. Still it would be something to try one day, maybe after he had tasted Ross? His laughter filled the room, as he thought about what he’d like to taste first. Whether it would be Ross’s own tool, or maybe he’d prefer to taste his ass?
Rimming wasn’t something he did often, nor did he even think much about it, but the vision of seeing Ross bent over, his hands pulling those perfect cheeks apart, to expose his pink hole, made Tyler groan a little. To be able to watch that hole pucker, to then breath him in deeply, as his head came closer, was intoxicating.
To put his own hands on that young white flesh, to help hold those fleshy cheeks apart, as he let his mouth and tongue wiggle in between, was making him sweat a bit. Just thinking of how it would feel, to let his tongue lick at the valley leading up to Nirvana, to Ross’s hole, was making his groin ache.
To be able to hear Ross moan, as his tongue would flick at the tight pink hole, to feel the rolling tremors as his tongue touched the edge of the hole, circle it until just the right moment, when it would strike. When it would dive deep in past the tiny muscles, to reach inside of Ross’s hole was giving him some painful moments. His hand had already moved to grip his cock, as he leaned back, thinking of how it would all feel, how it would make him moan, just as it was now.
Tyler felt his cock tingling, felt the ache in his balls, as his rectum clenched and unclenched. He was sweating as he thought about it, about how it would taste, what it would feel like to hear Ross groaning, as his tongue dug deep down into his insides. How it would feel to touch him that way, to experience his inner muscles shifting, moving, as his tongue licked at the velvet inside lining of his ass. How it would make the cheeks quiver, as his nose poked into the soft pink skin above his rectum. It all was making him tingle, groan even, as his mind went off on its fantasy.
He knew it would surprise Ross, things like that always surprised people, even if they were expecting it. Still, he wouldn’t do it for long, least not too long. He didn’t want to have Ross shoot his load prematurely. Instead he’d like to bring him close to an orgasm, to maybe even be reaching around his upraised buttocks, to stroke that cock while his tongue dug in on the other end. Now that would be hot, he thought, as his hand moved a bit faster over his own throbbing pole.
By touching him, by stroking his cock, he could manage to bring Ross to the point, then be able to stop, to lean back, to grab some air, before starting all over again. Now, that would make Ross sweat, would make him moan even more, specially if he could manage it a few times, not just once.
To think of him coming that close, a few times, would make everything else so much better. To have him spread open like that, then to quickly grab a condom, slip it on his own throbbing cock, and wedge it up between Ross cheeks, would take maybe 10 or 15 seconds. It would make his penetration even more intense, more exciting.
It would be a fuck to remember. Of that he was certain, as his hand moved faster along his cock. The way he was so sure Ross would cry out, at the moment his cock split his ass apart. How it would make Ross’ body shudder, as it pushed aside the inner muscles, and drove in along the slicked insides, coated by his own saliva.
God, it was a thought. To have his cock sliding in, greased by his own spit, was making his body shake, just thinking about it. His legs were stretched out, spread apart, and taut like steel bands. His cock was burning hot, as his hand moved quickly along its sizzling shaft. His eyes shut tightly, as he thought about how it would all feel, how it would go.
Ross would beg him to stop, to maybe even cry out, as the pain would lance up and inwards. How his arms would stiffen, how his chest would begin to heave even more, as he drove his cock in, taking his time, letting Ross feel every inch of it slide into him. Oh, it would be amazing, the way his body would protest at first, then how the muscles would wrap around the huge pole, how they would grip it, trying to hold it back. He wouldn’t let it, he would keep on pushing it insides, driving it in until it could go no further. Until his groin was brushing up against Ross’ hole.
He could hear him moan, imagine how he would be a massive pool of sweat, as he would push in, then when he could go no further, how he would twist his hips, making his cock jerk from side to side. All the time, pressing up against the prostrate. He could feel it now, against the tip of his cock head, how the muscles around would be struggling to hold him back, but his cock wouldn’t be denied. It would keep on pressing, until he, Tyler, decided to pull back.
And he would too. After making Ross moan, beg maybe, he would slowly start to lean back, to bring his massive cock out, slowly, very slowly. He would let the cock come almost all the way out, before he would plunge it back in. He would do it hard, and fast, surprising him, and pleasing him too. Then he would repeat it, bring it slowly back out, maybe even twist his hips a bit, make the cock jerk a bit as it came nearly out once more. Then instead of just ramming it in, he would push slowly, gradually filling Ross’s tunnel with his manhood. He would let him savour the moment, feel every inch as it moved inside of him.
It was how he liked it done to him, and he was certain Ross would enjoy as much as he did. There was no doubt in his mind, that Ross would want it that way, would beg him for more, and why not? He could fuck that way for ages, going slow one moment, then fast the next. He had the stamina, the ability to keep himself in control.
Tyler bit his lower lip, as he thought about it, about how Ross would be begging him to go faster, to fuck him harder. He knew he would reach around, to grab hold of Ross’ dick, that as he pushed his own into the young man, he would stroke Ross’s own throbbing cock. Just like when he rimmed him, he would stroke it, up to a point.
Then he would stop, maybe play with the dangling balls a bit, before once more grabbing hold of the cock. Tyler would start all over again, both with his stroking, and with his butt ramming. He had time, no one to interrupt him, as he lived alone. It would be perfect, as they could fuck all night long.
He could drive his cock in and out, stroke the cock with one hand, balancing himself with the other. Even the idea of pounding those cheeks hard, would be all worth it. The harsh sound of sweaty flesh striking wet skin, made his hand move like a blur along his cock. Tyler could feel the ache in his balls, feel it in his buttocks, as he thought about how it would all sound. To hear the smacks of his thighs against Ross’ cheeks. The sound of his own heavy breathing, the pain of his own heaving chest, was there now, as his hand stroked faster.
Ross would be squirming, he would be crying out, as he took Tyler’s cock deep inside. The nerves there would be tingling, the legs would be rigid, and he was certain Ross’ heart would be pounding, just as his was now. He would be at Tyler’s mercy, as Tyler ploughed his ass. The way he would grind his pubic hairs into the inside of those cheeks, as his cock would split him all the way inside.
It was hard to imagine anything more enjoyable, as he saw the spots against the back of his eye lids. His hand was numb, his pulse was racing as he thought about how long he could keep on teasing Ross. How long he could keep himself fully erect inside of Ross.
How his hand would hold that quivering cock, how it would stroke it, then stop, then start all over again. Tyler knew he would be able to sense the time, to know when Ross was at the edge. Just as he knew he was on that edge now, that he was ready to blow his own load.
The shimmering image of Ross floated before his closed eyes, the cleft chin, the long dark eyelashes fluttering, all flashed in front of him. He could smell him, the sensual scent of his cologne mixed with testosterone. It was all there, as his hand flew up and down his cock. His body was tense, his muscles coiled, as he saw that floating image, saw the straight nose, the thin pale lips. He could even see the tip of Ross’ tongue between the lips, feel the eyes on his body.
The loud echo of his own cry startled him, as his body was trembling, as his legs were numb. He felt his heart jump, felt the catch in his throat, as his balls lifted, then fell under his cock. His buttocks were clenched tightly, as his eyes opened, to see his reflection in the dresser mirror.
He was glistening, a sheen of sweat coating his golden skin. His arms were taut, the upper arms bulging, as the hands squeezed his cock tightly. He was shooting his load, as he could feel the hot sticky liquid pouring through his clenched fist. His lungs ached, his whole body felt like it had just exploded.
Tyler was panting, as he let his hands dropped down, his cock suddenly released from the iron grip. His legs started to ache, from being so taut. His chest heaved, as he tried to suck in air. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, across his trembling chest.
It took him nearly five minutes, before he could feel his body relaxing. His chest didn’t hurt as much now, as he lifted his head up, to look at his reflection. Looking over at the clock, he felt strangely surprised. The hands had moved, and he had to get going. There was time just for a quick shower, before he would have to head out.
Standing up, he headed to his bathroom, but once inside, he stopped. Instead of turning on the shower, he grabbed a cloth, wiped the cum off his legs, using some warm water, he wiped his dick, his belly, and his forehead. This time, he wasn’t going to repeat past mistakes. This time he wouldn’t let the hot water of the shower do its number on him.
This time he would actually make it out of the door, and not rely on his over active imagination, and ruin his chance for the real thing. This time, he would actually go to the bar.

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It was really quite a nice hotel. My doctor had advised me to take a couple of weeks off after a particularly stressful time at work, so I found myself here in the Lake District. It was out of season and there were only a few people staying at the hotel, mainly elderly ladies. There was really nobody who interested me, you see I like boys, teenage boys preferably – all legal and above board, of course!

There was one chap with whom I’d struck up a conversation, a Sikh chap by the name of Jitinder. He was around my age, 30, and he wore the characteristic Sikh turban and full beard and moustache. He dressed very smartly and I had only seen him fully dressed complete with shirt and tie. We shared a breakfast table, but little else.

One morning as we finished our cooked breakfast and turned our attention to the toast, he realized that there was no marmalade on the table. The rather surly young waiter was also absent so Jitinder went in search of some.

When he returned to the table he placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly gesture as he passed me. Well, it was as though a bolt of electricity had passed through me, and it went straight to my cock. I couldn’t believe it. He was so ‘not my type’ that it was a total surprise that I could be so affected.

As he sat down I could tell that he had felt a similar sensation. We were staring into each other’s eyes as we were making small talk and the toast and marmalade lay forgotten on the table.

‘Perhaps we might spend some time together today’ he suggested.

‘Well’, I replied ‘I had intended to take a rowing boat out on the lake today. Perhaps you’d like to join me and we could share the rowing. I hear it’s going to be very warm so you might like to take off your tie.’

We arranged to meet in an hour in reception.

When I got to my room I was still pretty hard and was still wondering why his touch had had such an effect on me. I sorted out what I was going to wear for the boating trip and stripped off ready to change. My cock was so hard and I thought that rather than waste the erection I’d do something about it. I lay on the bed and slowly pleasured myself, all the while thinking about Jitinder and the more I thought, the more I was intrigued as to what he looked like under that shirt and tie. I climaxed with a healthy offering of cum, which almost reached my chin, and then I dressed in baggy shorts and a tee shirt and sandals (definitely no underwear or socks).

When I got down to reception Jitinder was waiting for me and I was delighted to see that he was similarly dressed. The first thing I noticed was that his shorts were showing a very healthy bulge which seemed to move of its own accord as he watched me coming down the stairs. The second thing I noticed was the shock of jet black hair battling to escape the neck of his polo shirt. His legs were pretty much the same and I could hardly see his lovely dark skin through the forest.

We shook hands (strange, as we had never done so before, not even the first time we met) and my cock leapt once again at his touch. He smiled and his whole face lit up. I was absolutely certain that he knew exactly what I had in mind and I thought that he was looking forward to our day together as much as I was.

We passed several people on our way down to the boatyard and I was very conscious of the bulge in my shorts, where my cock was totally refusing to behave itself, but nobody seemed to notice.

Jitinder insisted that he take the first stint at rowing and I sat facing him in the bow of the boat. After a little while and a little inane chit-chat I became aware that if I lay back in the boat, I would be able to see up the loose leg of Jitinder’s shorts.

Unable to resist the temptation I lay back and was rewarded with a glimpse of his cock through the forest of black hair. I also suddenly became aware that if I could see up his shorts, he could probably see up mine as the legs of my shorts were even looser than his.

I soon knew that I was right because as I watched his cock moving with the effort of rowing it suddenly began to grow as he saw mine doing the same.

Because of the way he was sitting it could not grow upwards so the head slowly stared creeping towards me down the leg of his shorts and eventually I was rewarded when it finally made an appearance in the open air. As I was lying down my own cock was able to expand upwards but there was no hiding the fact that I was as hard as iron and Jitinder’s eyes were glued to my crotch.

Jitinder shipped oars and put a hand down as if to tuck himself away, but seemed to change his mind at the last minute and took his cock head in his hand and started to massage it. He knelt forwards and with his other hand he started rubbing my cock through my shorts, all the time staring into my eyes as if for approval.

I smiled and moaned as his hand moved over my covered cock and then he slipped his fingers up the leg of my shorts and for the first time I felt him touch my balls and then my cock.

Quite how I stopped myself from cumming I’ll never know. The sensation as he touched me was earth-shattering, and my cock leapt in my shorts. A wet patch started to form and I could feel my hand getting moist where Jitinder’s cock was doing the same.

The boat was drifting slowly towards the shore, but it was scrubland and unlikely that anyone would venture near the lake at that point. He moved his hands to my waistband and I raised my arse off the seat as he pulled my shorts to my ankles and then off completely. He stared at my seven inch cock and uttered one word — ‘beautiful’ and took it gently in his mouth. I lay back in absolute ecstasy as he pulled my foreskin right back and licked around the head, then took my balls one by one into his mouth before taking in my whole seven inches and burying his nose in my pubic hair.

His hands were running all over my legs and eventually slipped underneath me and squeezed the cheeks of my arse. The wooden seat of the boat was hard so I slipped forward until the small of my back was resting on the seat and he had full access to by buns and my crack, and all the while his tongue was working wonders with my cock, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last too much longer, a feeling that was confirmed as I felt his fingers enter my crack and start massaging around the entrance to my tunnel of love.

As far as I was concerned at that moment,we could have been surrounded by a flotilla of Yachts full of pectators, waving flags and cheering us on, I could not have cared less. I was in heaven and if people could see me there, then so be it.

As Jitinder carried on massaging my arse I could feel the pressure start to increase until a fingertip pierced my hole and entered the inner sanctum. I moaned with pleasure and the remainder of his finger followed. I felt my balls start to tickle and knew that the moment of truth wasn’t far off. The finger started moving in and out and very soon it was a full-on finger fuck. This, with the continued magic being worked on my cock soon left me in no doubt that the moment could be put off no longer. My moans started getting louder and Jitinder, taking his cue, sped up the attack until I could hold back no longer and fired my load into his mouth. Although this was my second orgasm of the day it was like none I’ve experienced before. It seemed to go on for hours and I was still thrashing around long after I had shot my sixth and final rope.

Eventually I calmed down and lay exhausted with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. I was suddenly aware of Jitinder’s face close to mine and felt the touch of his beard on my chin just before his lips landed gently on mine. ‘Thank you’ he said softly with our lips touching.

‘No, thank YOU’ I replied before my lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth, still tasting slightly of my cum, which added to my enjoyment.

We lay in companionable silence for a while and when I’d got my strength back I turned on to my stomach and presented my arse for attention. Jitinder got the idea immediately and I felt his tongue licking my cheeks which he then peeled apart revealing the object of his desire. He started by inserting a finger which immediately got me hard again. I could feel his hot breath on me so I knew that his mouth was not far away.

I knew when his tongue was approaching again as I felt the tickle of his beard on me. He prised me further apart and I felt his tongue in my crack. I moaned with pleasure as he focussed on my hole, pushing hard and eventually entering me.

I was dripping precum on to the floor of the boat and I felt as though my balls were going to burst.

I felt his tongue leave me and then He turned me over and lifted my legs up so that my feet were on either side of my head. He pulled down his shorts and I was rewarded with the sight of the hairiest cock I have ever seen. It was around eight inches long and pretty thick, probably as thick as a baby’s arm! I could see that it was really hard and as he approached me I knew that although it was a huge cock to accommodate, I was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment of what was to come.

We had no lubrication with us but he spread his precum over the head and pushed towards me.

Being the bottom slut that I am I was ready for him and had no difficulty in accommodating his girth. He felt great inside me and he seemed to be in another world with his eyes closed and his breath coming in fits and starts.

I raised my hands to his hairy chest and played with his erect nipples causing him to moan loudly.

He started slowly thrusting in and out and I dropped my hands to his hairy arse and pulled him hard towards me, making sure that every millimetre of his cock was deep inside me.

He opened his big brown eyes and stared into mine, smiling contentedly and licking his lips.

I knew that I was going to cum soon and wondered whether I could last out long enough for a simultaneous orgasm. I rather doubted it as his cock was pressing my g-spot with every thrust.

His breathing started to become more laboured and I knew I wouldn’t have to wait much longer but alas I just couldn’t contain myself and shot my load all over myself and Jitinder’s stomach hair.

When he saw my cum it seemed to spur him on and I soon felt him unload his manjuice inside me.

Jitinder collapsed on top of me and we hugged contentedly. I looked again into his eyes and whispered ‘Thank you, that was wonderful.’

He smiled and said ‘The pleasure’s all mine’.

He rolled off me and we hugged for a while and I found that I loved the feel of his hairy body against mine, not at all what I was used to and really what I had imagined I wouldn’t like. How wrong can one be?

The rest of my fortnight was spent with Jitinder. When the weather was fine we’d take a boat on the lake and repeat our love-making. When the weather was bad one of us would go to the other’s room and we would put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door.

As I said, I’d always fancied smooth teenagers before but Jitinder introduced me to the world of the hairy body. A world which I have had great pleasure exploring over the years and still visit to this day.

As for the teenagers, I still love them, but there’s nothing like a REAL man!

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Finally the last customer left, and they could begin the tedious process of taking inventory. Cully felt like just getting his jacket, to head home, but it wasn’t gonna happen. Seth had insisted that both he and Rory made sure they were available for tonight. Besides it was all overtime, and that would come in handy.

Seth was the owner, and a stickler for details. He wasn’t what you would call a ‘geezer’ despite his 50 years plus he didn’t look 50. Sure his hair was a bit white at the fringes, but the eyes still sparkled. His face was lean, as was the rest of him, showing that he didn’t just sit and watch the idiot box all night. He obviously worked out, and that shop lifter last week found out just how fast a 50 year old could run.

He smiled at the image of Seth taking off the punk. The guy couldn’t have been more than 15, but Seth had caught him, held too in a grip that had the kid screaming brutality, though it didn’t wash with the cops. Seth had outdistanced Rory, who was 20 and a wide receiver on the community college team. It was fun to see Rory’s face too, the way it was so pained, when Seth went flying past.

Rory was heftier than Cully, but then he worked out each day, ran several miles every morning, and still Seth at 50 seemed in better shape. Rory had a buzz cut, and Seth loved bugging him about it, as he did too. Now he, he enjoyed long hair, which is why he kept his below the shoulder. Course at work, it was in a ponytail, but the doors were closed, so he could let his hair down, figuratively.

The low whistle surprised him, as he turned to see Rory looking at him. It was nice to watch his dark eyes, as they cruised his lean body. The way they stopped at his crotch, opened a bit wider, was enough of a signal, that he couldn’t help but lick his lips, which Rory picked up on immediately.

It wasn’t the first time that sparks had flown between them, but there hadn’t been any way to go beyond the odd stare. Though Rory had managed a few casual bumps, that were like being hit by bolts of electricity. How it felt, to just have his hips brush past his, or his arm brush across the side of his face as he reached for something was exhilarating.

‘Ready to count books boys?’

Cully turned to see Seth in the doorway of his office. His eyes were gleaming, as he looked at them both. For a mere instant, the briefest of seconds, Cully felt like Seth was actually checking them both out. It wasn’t possible, but it was a thought that just wouldn’t leave, as Rory muttered he supposed so, and he just nodded.

‘Such enthusiasm, but come on, Christmas is coming, and I don’t want to have to come in over the holidays to count, nor do either of you, I’d wager.’

‘Hell no, but uh, speaking of Christmas, do we get our bonuses soon? I got some stuff still to buy.’

Seth’s face went a bit rigid, as he stared at Rory. His eyes seemed to narrow a bit, and his breathing looked a little labored, which seemed odd to Cully. It was like there was some hidden tension between the two men, though he couldn’t figure out why. Seth was a good boss, and Rory seemed to enjoy his work, so what was going on?

‘Depends, have you been good boys this year?’

‘You know I have Seth, so come on, do Cully and I get our bonuses soon?’

Seth’s face grew even more clouded at those words, and he looked a bit angry actually. Something Cully wasn’t used to seeing when it came to Seth. Besides, he always seemed to get along well with Rory.

‘Cully? Anything to say?’

‘Uh, well I could use the money, its been a rough month.’

As soon as he said it, both of the others looked at him with a strange look in their faces. Rory specially seemed to be staring at him, his eyes fixed on Cully’s, but every few blinks, he would glance down at Cully’s crotch, then over towards Seth. There was a strange grin on his face as well, that somehow made Cully feel a bit nervous.

‘Maybe you would like some extra overtime work?’

‘I could sure use it Seth. I mean, well, if there is any? Doesn’t uh, well Rory is senior to me, and doesn’t he get first shot?’

Somehow his words seemed to make the other two laugh. Seth seemed like he would collapse from the mirth, and Rory was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Both of them were trying hard to not look at each other, but each time they did, the laughter only got louder.

‘Did I say something funny? Is there a joke I missed?’

That only got them laughing more, and he couldn’t help but think he was being played. The more he stared at his co-worker, and his boss, the more he thought there was something missing, something he should be picking up on.

‘No, just sort of an inside joke, tell me Cully, you are what, 19, 20?’

’20’

‘You know Cully, traditionally Christmas Bonuses aren’t huge.’

‘Uh, every bit helps Seth, I do really need anything I can get.’

‘That bad Cully?’

‘Yeah.’

He sort of hanged his head down, feeling like the world was caving in, but he didn’t want to say anything more. The silence was a bit painful, as he wondered what Rory and his boss were thinking. He had only been working here for a few months, thought he was doing okay. Still, the prospect of earning some overtime was appealing.

Looking up he saw how Seth kept looking at him, as if he was on the brink of some important announcement. Then he felt Rory next to him, and despite his discomfort, he was a little excited. He could smell him, his cologne, and then he felt Rory put his arm over his shoulder. It was strange, but he felt suddenly relaxed, at ease.

‘Girl trouble? Or uh, boy trouble?’

He looked up quickly at Rory, then over at Seth. It was like they knew, or maybe they just guessed. He felt trapped, unsure how to answer them.

‘Neither, uh family, I uh, I really don’t want to, well uh.’

‘How much do you need Cully?’

‘Five hundred’

‘That’s a lot of money Cully, is this for a drug debt or something?’

‘NO, no I don’t do that shit, it’s, well it’s for my folks, my Mom is sick, and they need all the cash I can spare, Dad’s insurance doesn’t cover it all, and well, I may have to take a year or so off, to save the tuition.’

‘That sucks man, why didn’t you say anything to me or Seth before?’

‘I uh.. I don’t know.’

‘Cully, let me talk with Rory alone for a bit, maybe we can work out something for you. Just hang tough kid.’

Cully just nodded, as he watched Rory go into Seth’s office. He didn’t know what they were talking about, or how they could even help. Okay, maybe some overtime, though how much could that be? Besides, it would never be enough, as he leaned against one of the pillars.

Life had a way of kicking you, he thought. Here he had scored a decent job, had a good co-worker that was hot, but more than that, nice. It was screwed up, to think of wanting Rory, when things sucked so much, but he was only 20, this sick stuff, it was not something he knew quite how to handle.

Minutes seemed like hours, as he waited. His forehead grew warm, tiny beads of sweat were popping up, and he felt like shit. He was tired, tired of it all, and not knowing where to turn. His family was everything, he owed them so much. Not just that they were paying for college, but when he had come out to them there wasn’t any yelling, no shrieks of horror. Instead both of his parents had hugged him, telling him it was okay.

Man he had been scared back then, but they had made it easy for him. Now they needed his help, and he felt helpless. He had argued with his dad about College, and while he knew he would take the time off, his father was still insisting he stay in school. He couldn’t, knowing they need the money. If only he had studied harder, gotten a scholarship or something, but he hadn’t.

The door opened, and Seth called him over. He told him to take a seat, and Cully noticed that Rory was still inside, sitting on the edge of the desk, while Seth went and sat back behind the desk.

‘So, we’ve talked this over, but first, I need to know something.’

‘Sure, what?’

‘If I call your folks, will they confirm your story?’

‘Yeah, they’ll not be happy, but yeah, why?’

‘Seth needs to know its for real Cully, he’s a soft touch, and in his position, well, you can understand, can’t you?’

‘Position? I don’t..’

‘Being an older gay male, a lot of young guys try to hit on him, for some quick cash, and being in business, well he doesn’t need any scandals, understand now?’

‘You are Gay?’

‘You didn’t know?’

‘No, I uh, I didn’t. Should I have?’

Cully sat there, his face changing with each comment given to him by both Seth and Rory. He was confused, even a bit scared at times, and also aroused. He was facing a choice, that Seth was very careful to lay out for him. It was obvious that both were hoping he’d opt for the one option, but he wasn’t certain.

Then he would look at Rory and his dick would get a bit stiffer in his pants, then he would look at Seth and while it didn’t get his dick any harder, it didn’t get it any softer either. In fact, he was rather coming round to enjoying the idea of the older man touching him, having him, along with Rory.

It was a tough call, and while he was no virgin, this was way out of his field of experience. On the one hand, it meant lots of extra money, and not just for tonight. It meant he could maybe even stay in school, on a scholarship type basis, that made him grin as he thought about it.

Be the first ‘porn scholarship’ in history, but it would work for an explanation to his folks. There was no doubt that Seth had the bucks, but would he be able to do his part? That bothered him, but then looking at Rory, seeing how his crotch was bulging, feeling his own aching groin, he figured he’d manage just fine.

Seth leaned back in his chair, and Rory settled back a bit on the desk while he looked at them both. They were waiting, and it felt odd. No one was pressuring him, and he did have the option of working overtime at the book store, but what he’d get for a week’s worth of work, would be what he would get for one night like tonight.

Staring at Seth, he could see the concern in his face. He was a comforting looking man, and the face might be a bit pudgy under the eyes, a bit wrinkled in spots if you looked closely, but you’d never guess he was old. His body was fit, and more than that, Cully knew he could trust him.

Glancing over towards Rory, his heart was pounding. If to get Rory, it meant doing it with Seth, well as far as he could tell, Rory was certainly worth it. He kept looking from one to the other, feeling the desire growing, feeling the urge growing, and realizing that it would solve a lot of his problems.

Cully stood up, knowing there really wasn’t any question of which he wanted. He stared at Seth who looked up at him, a worried look on his face. Licking his lips, Cully walked around the desk, his eyes focused on Seth. He stood next to the man, and then reached down to take Seth’s hand into his.

He placed it on his belly, just above his belt.

‘I much prefer dick to stacking books’

Seth laughed as he let his hand take hold of Cully’s belt, and pulled him closer. Rory had moved off the desk and was behind Cully, his body leaning into the younger man’s side. His hands held him by the hips, as he leaned over and kissed Cully on the cheek.

It was like being shocked by a gazillion volts of electricity. His whole body quivered, as he felt the button on his pants pop. Looking down, as Rory kissed him under his cheek, he saw Seth undoing the zipper, his eyes focused totally on his hands. He didn’t even glance up, as he pushed the pants apart, to stare at the large lump that showed through the boxer shorts.

Rory reached out and had his hands down by his hips, pushing at the pants, while kissing the side of Cully’s neck. Cully felt thrilled, the way two hot guys were touching him, were eager for him. He had been desired before, but never like this, never by two at once.

His heat was pounding, as he let his hand move away from his side, to lightly caress the side of Seth’s face. His touch made Seth glance up at him, a warm smile across his face. He kissed the hand, then turned back, to finish pushing Cully’s pants down. Rory was helping from behind, and Cully just enjoyed the sensation.

With his pants at his ankles, he stepped out of the pants, and reached down to pull his shirt up and over his head. As he lifted the shirt up, Seth’s chair creaked as it rolled in closer, and then Cully felt Seth’s face against his stomach.

Rory was caressing his buttocks, feeling them shake to his touch, while Seth began to kiss his stomach. It felt so good, made his whole inside quiver, and he couldn’t help but whimper a little. His cock was aching, stretching the shorts, but no one seemed in a hurry to do more than just enjoy his bare upper body.

He leaned back a bit, into Rory. He felt his buttock up against Rory’s shoulder, as his co-worker was caressing his legs, feeling his calves, his taut muscles. Seth was kissing his belly, his tongue licking at his belly button. He didn’t know where to look, as so much was happening, such strange feelings were filling his mind. The touch of four hands on his skin, the raspy edge tongue licking at his belly, was making him hot.

Sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead, and he could feel it gathering under his arms and between his legs and groin. Then he felt Rory tugging at the shorts, pulling them down, so they rested under his buttocks, yet were still up at his waist in the front. It pulled at his hard cock, making it stick out more.

Seth began to caress the pole, through the shorts. Rory was kissing his cheeks, then nibbling a little at them, biting them in a teasing sort of way that made him shudder. His legs were taut, as he tried to spread them out a bit. Then he felt Seth’s hands around his hips, holding him tightly. He groaned then, his head tossed back, as he felt Seth’s mouth move across his hard cock. He could feel the man’s breath through his shorts, felt the teeth nibble at both the cock and the cloth holding it.

It was hard for him to stay standing. His hand moved outwards, to rest on Seth’s shoulder, as the man kissed and fondled his cock. He groaned, and this time, he heard a soft moan coming from in front of him, then he felt his body tremble. He felt Rory kissing his buttocks, but closer to his valley, to the soft skin between the two shaking cheeks. He felt his hands reaching inside, gradually holding and digging into the soft flesh inside. Cully felt his cheeks being pulled apart, opened.

Rory spat, and the saliva found its mark at Cully’s rectum. Then he let one finger caress the hole, working his spit around the tight hole. Cully was shaking, moaning as Seth suddenly reached up and pushed the boxer shorts all the way down Cully’s legs. His cock sprang out, and was quickly grabbed by Seth.

Cully stood there, shaking, as he watched Seth get out of the chair and drop to his knees. He had never seen a man get down so fast. His eyes were bulging, when he cried out. Rory had moved his finger to from teasing to poking. He felt like his butt hole was suddenly on fire, as Rory’s finger pushed past his muscle. At the same time, he felt the warmth envelop his cock.

Looking down, he saw the head of his boss, the bald spot he had never noticed, that now was in his view. His protruding cock was hidden by the man’s head, as his hips shot forward, and he could feel it. The man’s lips were wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock, the force of the finger in his ass had rammed his cock past the man’s lips.

Cully cried out again, as the finger inside twisted, and turned, as it probed deeper into his rectum. His legs were shaking, trembling really as his body was assaulted from front and back. He couldn’t process all the strange new feelings that were raging inside. His heart was pounding, then skipping beats, then pounding harder. His pulse raced as his chest heaved, with each push of the finger.

Soon he felt a second finger, felt them both twist and turn inside of him, making him bit his lower lip. Then suddenly it was ended, the fingers were out, but were now joined by Rory’s hands, that gripped his cheeks, and spread them apart until he felt like they were about to be ripped off his frame.

His cock was being methodically pumped, first by Seth’s mouth, then his hand, as the older man caught his breath. Then his mouth would once more wrap around his throbbing cock, sucking on it. As he groaned, he felt Rory’s head begin to rest near his buttocks, the hands pulling harder at his cheeks. He could feel his nose between his cheeks, pushing into his soft valley, then something wet and rough lashed out at the soft lining.

Cully shivered, as the sensation raced up his spine. The rough sand paper like object began to lick up and down his valley, teasing his hole, just as the finger had. He realized it was Rory’s tongue, as it licked at him, tasted him, while Seth sucked on his cock. One hand cupped his dangling balls, the fingers stretching his sack, pulling on it, then pushing it up.

He didn’t know how he was able to remain standing. His legs felt like jelly, as suddenly his ass began to throb. He felt the tongue near his hole, circle around it, licking and teasing, then suddenly it dove inside. His muscles were taken by surprise, as the rolled up lip of the tongue pushed inside, and began to probe his inside tunnel. His hole was open, as the fingers dug deep into his buttocks, touching bone, or so it felt. His head ached, as his hair flew around, as he bit his lower lip.

Seth was going faster along his cock, his nose banging hard into the soft pubic region. He felt it push deep into the flesh, felt the air puff out, felt the lips tighten and grip his pole, then slide backwards, pulling at his skin that was taut over his shaft. His balls began to ache, his eyes were shut tight. Cully’s hands were clenching Seth’s shoulders, digging hard into the flesh, scratching at the man’s collar bones.

Every nerve inside was tingling, as Rory licked him deep and hard. He felt the tongue swirling around inside of him, felt his cheeks try to clench back, to hold the face between them. His toes ached, as they tried to curl up in his sneakers. He wanted to spread his legs wider, but his pants and shorts kept him from doing it. Cully could hear himself groaning, hear his own voice above the other sounds.

The slurping noise as Seth sucked him, his head moving almost in a blur as it went down on him. He briefly saw the hair flying around, the bald spot glistening from sweat, as it moved in and out over his cock. His balls were aching, pillowing up, as they filled with his juice. His legs continued to quiver as Rory’s tongue was buried as far as possible inside of him, the hands clenching his cheeks, keeping them open so more of the tongue could find its way into him.

Cully could feel the hot breath as Rory breathed, as he licked at him, then he felt the teeth over his cock, raking his hot burning flesh, making him shake even more. His hands were white at the knuckles as he cried out, and kept on crying out. His hair was like tiny whips that were flaying his backside, as the sweat continued to pour down his entire body.

He felt it coming, felt the growing tremor rising up deep inside of him. His hands grew tighter on Seth’s shoulder, his legs became rigid like steel bars, as the rolling waves of his pleasure came bubbling upwards. His eyes closed shut again, the last image of Seth’s head moving in a blur, etched on his memory.

He was rocking, his hips pushed back, forcing Rory’s mouth and tongue even more into his crack. The tongue was deep, and he could feel Rory’s finger near the hole, pulling it open even more as his hips pushed back. They hung there for a micro second, then came rushing back forwards. His hands held Seth’s body, as the full force of his body came crashing into the man.

His cock went jetting forward, pushing all the way down into the man’s throat. There was a strange gurgling sound, but he ignored it, as his whole body reached that tip over point. The blood in his extremities began to rush down towards his cock. He felt it thicken, felt it grow thicker, felt his balls striking up and then suddenly, just hang there for a second.

His eyes fluttered, but remained shut, as a strange eerie silence over took him. Even the sound of his pounding heart seemed to just end. His chest seemed to ache, but remained still, as the moment came. Like being in the eye of a force five hurricane, it all grew strangely silent, strangely calm.

And then it all came back. The sounds, the thunder, the pain, the pleasure, all rushed back into his thoughts as his body released its pent up emotions. Everything came at once, as his body shook uncontrollably. Cully could hear his cries, sounding more like shrieks, as he felt his cock shake, felt it jerk against the sides of Seth’s throat, then it reared back, but only for a second. Then it seemed to race forward, trying to break free of his crotch.

His body exploded, as he saw nothing but brilliant flashes of light against the back of his eyelids. His head ached, throbbed, as it shook along with his entire body. His whole body, arms, legs, torso, were all shaking as his cum spewed out and down into Seth’s throat. At the same time, he felt his rectum burning, felt the fire inside as the tongue began to twist and turn, desperate to remain buried inside, as his lower body shook.

Cully couldn’t believe how long he stood there, shaking, quivering non stop. His whole body was a mass of tingles and strange rolling waves of warmth and pleasure. There was no feeling left in his legs, or his arms as his body gave once last final shudder. The last of his milk dribbled out of his cock, into a sea of his cum, then it too vanished.

Seth was swallowing hard, when finally Cully was able to open his eyes. The dim light of the office hurt his vision, but he saw Seth lean back, a grey substance running down his chin, from the corners of his mouth. He felt himself slowing falling backwards, but in a sort of floating way.

He heard the grunt, as he fell to the floor, realizing that beneath him was Rory, who had his arms around his mid section. He sat there, feeling totally drained as he tried to catch his breath. His chest ached, and heaved, as he looked over at Seth. Cully could see his chest heaving too, and now could hear his heavy panting breathing. He also could hear Rory’s shallow breath next to his neck, as he sat on top, still shaking. His legs were slowly coming back to life, making him still tingle, still quiver a bit.

It took several minutes before he could think about speaking, wondering what was next. He slid off of Rory’s prone body, and saw the sheen of sweat on his co-workers face, as well as the warm satisfied smile that ran across it. Glancing over towards Seth, he saw a similar grin on his bosses face, and he found that he too was now smiling.

From behind him, he heard Rory moaning, then felt him rest his head on Cully’s shoulder.

‘He’s a keeper Boss’

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It’d been a while since I last saw Tom. He was in the army and I was at University so we rarely ever got the chance to meet up. We’d been best friends throughout our youth, so I was only naturally delighted when Tom had some time off and decided to visit me at Uni.

Tom was 19 years old and around 5ft 10. He was incredibly well built and muscular and had short brown hair. He was an extremely attractive young man. Tom didn’t have a clue about my sexuality, no one did. I yearned to see some penis and if I could choose whose dick I’d like to see first, it would have been his.

It was great to see Tom again. That night we went out and got incredibly drunk. The following morning, or should I say afternoon we both awoke and Tom went to have a shower. Whilst Tom was in there I logged onto my PC. I don’t know what was wrong with me that morning as I seemed to be really horny and already had a morning erection. However it soon passed.

Tom returned from the shower 5 or so minutes later, towel wrapped around his waist. He was still dripping wet and his six-pack looked sexier than ever. I tried not too stare, despite knowing that he’d have to drop his towel to change into his underwear at some point. Nervously, I looked back at my computer screen. I could see from the corner of my eye Tom dropping his towel and putting on his underwear. I so wanted to see, but resisted.

‘Honestly dude, it’s been so long. I’m literally bursting here’, said Tom.

For Tom the previous night had been unsuccessful for him. He hadn’t pulled, but I was shocked by what he’d said and it sort of turned me on a bit. I turned my head away from the computer screen to face him. What a site. Standing there in a pair of low rise briefs, Tom looked good enough to eat. What’s more is that he clearly hadn’t dried himself properly in the shower, so parts of his sexy white briefs had started to go see-through.

‘What do you mean?’ I replied. ‘You don’t get any girls while you’re in the army?’ I asked inquisitively.

‘Nah, we’re always confined to base’, he said. ‘We’re never allowed off site to meet people other than from the army. It sucks.’

‘Oh, I see. Must be pretty difficult to unwind?’ I asked. The tone of the conversation was now starting to make me feel slightly uncomfortable, but also turning me ever-so slightly on.

‘I haven’t had a good wank for nearly 2 months’, replied Tom.

As soon as he said the word ‘wank’ I could feel a little sensation in my pants. I was getting a semi-erection already. Although me and Tom rarely had conversations like this, it wasn’t anything out of the norm. He’d always been very open with sex and masturbation is something mates discuss from time to time anyway.

‘That’s a long time dude. Don’t think I’d be able to go that long!’ I said.

‘Yeah, some of the guys there jerk-off together. It’s quite strange seeing as I hardly know them but I’ve all seen their dicks’, said Tom.

‘Ha, not good?’ I jokingly replied, but of course Tom was far too innocent to know I wasn’t joking and was genuinely interested.

‘You see so much dick in the army. We haven’t got time to mess about you see. We shower naked together; guys are often walking around the bedroom naked. And then some of the wank together. Still, nothing to be embarrassed about, I mean we’ve all got one’.

I was mesmerized. My best mate Tom talking about dick and wanking, whilst stood in front of me soaking wet in the sexiest pair of undies I’d seen. It was turning me on big time and my semi-erection started to grow a bit bigger. Seeing as I was wearing a pair of grey tight briefs myself, this wasn’t good. I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I really didn’t want to embarrass myself. Tom simply couldn’t see my boner.

‘Looks like you could do with a wank yourself mate’, Tom said whilst pointing in the general direction of my crotch.

Oh god, he’d noticed. What was I going to say in reply to that? Instead, I got up and faced away from Tom in embarrassment. I let out a feeble laugh.

‘No need to be embarrassed dude. What was I saying just a min ago? We’ve all got one’, said Tom.

He had a way with words. He’d made me felt a lot more comfortable already and for some unknown reason I turned around looking for a pair of trousers to cover up my now throbbing erection.

‘Whoa, impressive package sir’, said Tom.

I was shocked. Was he really complimenting me on the size of my erection? Still, he was right. Without wanting to sound arrogant I had a 9inch penis, which was kind of difficult to hide in my tight little briefs. I felt a little more confident in myself and decided to answer this time.

‘Thanks’, I said. ‘I’m 9inches’.

‘Whoa, thought you were big. That’s an impressive beast. I’m 8inches. I don’t think I’ve seen one as big as that!’

Tom’s openness astounded me. But I guess his year in the army with a load of lads had done that too him. My erection still wouldn’t go away. At that point, Tom then ‘re-adjusted’ himself. I watched closely as he stuck his hand down the front of his briefs and moved his penis about. It was hot and I thought nothing of it until I noticed Tom’s bulge in his undies seemed to have grown. My dick was throbbing inside my pants. I just wanted to get it out cum. Then, more embarrassment for me. Pre-cum oozed from my dick and went through the material of my underwear. And, unsurprisingly, Tom noticed.

‘You DEFINATELY need a wank mate now’, he joked. ‘And so do I. Might as well might we?’

‘Might as well what?’ I said puzzlingly.

‘Well… wank. You wanna? Looks like you do’, he replied.

I could sense Tom was now nervous too. I was amazed at the offer he’d given me. Then he locked the door and sat down on my bed, with his back up against the wall.

‘C’mon’, he said. ‘It’s what guys do now’.

I didn’t know what to do. I knew in my mind I wanted to get my cock out there and then and cum all over him, but I was scared. I slowly sat down next too Tom on the bed. To my absolute delight he slid his low rise briefs to his ankles. His cock was exposed and it turned me on so much. I was literally bursting. Tom had a semi-erection. His dick was resting to the side and his balls were tight. I also noticed what an impressive girth his penis had too. It was a thing of beauty.

‘Nice’, I said hesitantly.

‘Thanks’, he replied. ‘You going to join in, its okay you know’.

I then slid my briefs down to my ankles. They were covered in pre-cum and so was my dick. Tom noticed how wet I was and this seemingly enlarged his dick.

‘I think we’re gonna have some impressive loads’, he said as he started to play with his growing cock.

I was the first one to start wanking. I just couldn’t wait. I started slowly so Tom could catch up. I was fixated on his cock and soon my action got faster and faster. Tom again looked over and saw me masturbating. It gave what seemed like the final push for his dick to become erect. It was a site to behold. His penis was definitely 8inches like he’d said, possibly even bigger. But it was the juiciest, fattest cock I’d seen. Not even when surfing on the internet looking at porn had I seen a fatter dick. Truly amazing and hot. The site of Tom’s cock soon had its desired effect on me and I knew I’d cum very, very soon. I can’t have been wanking for more than 1 minute. Pre-cum was now oozing out of my head.

‘Oh man, I think I’m gonna cum. Already’. I said.

‘Awesome’, he replied. ‘I will too soon. I’m so fucking horny, I could do this all day!’

I knew it was only an expression but the thought of Tom wanking all day made my cum shoot from my dick instantly. It was an enormous load. The biggest I’ve probably ever had. Cum went everywhere – all over my body, my balls, shaft, face, bed sheets and even some went on Tom. I breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Wow, looks like a big load dude’, said Tom.

I don’t think he’d realised that on the side of his body, just above the hip was some of my cum. I sat back, completely satisfied and began to watch Tom continue to wank. His technique just seemed so hot. Everything about him was amazing. Tom started to caress his balls and then a couple of minutes after my load, Tom came. His load wasn’t as large as mine, but an impressive amount of cum oozed from his dick all over his smooth, muscular body. He lay his head against the wall, still slowly jerking his dick and pushing cum out. He looked across to me. I’d seen the whole thing and been fixated by it.

‘Woo’, said Tom in a high pitched tone. ‘That was hot’.

‘Tell me about it’, I said.

‘You’ve even got cum on your chin, did you know that?’

‘Haha, yes I did. Probably should clean myself up now’.

I got up and went to the sink in my room. I splashed water across my face getting rid of my cum. I still had a throbbing erection. The site of Tom cumming still had me begging for more. Tom remained sat down on the bed.

‘Aren’t you gonna get cleaned up?’ I asked.

‘Not just yet’, he said. ‘My train back isn’t till 4. I think we know how to spend the rest of the day together’�.

My heart skipped a beat.

‘How?’ I asked.

‘Well, I think we could both shoot out another load. What do you say? Although this time we want to try something different. Something a bit hotter.’ Said Tom.

I was still feeling incredibly horny and obviously, so was Tom. I had no idea what to say to him, other than,

‘Okay then’.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Kenny lucked out, as he wheeled the battered old cab into the open spot, right smack in front of the door to the Gay Bar. He pushed a lock of his long blond hair back, off his face, and leaned back into the seat. He was early, but he’d wait, as Charles was one of his favourite fares. The man was nearly always plastered, but in picking him up every Friday night for the last five months, the man hadn’t once puked inside the cab.

Charles was maybe around the late forties, early fifties, and unlike other’s his age, he didn’t hit on Kenny. Oh he gave him compliments, but never with a leer, or with a side barb about coming up to his apartment, or to take a spin through the park. He acted like a gentlemen and he always left Kenny with a small tip.

He wasn’t a big spender, the cab fare was usually between 16 and 17 bucks, but he always handed him 20, telling to keep the change. It was nice, and he seemed to know when to talk, when to just sit back and let Kenny drive. Not all fares could sense when it wasn’t a good time to natter, but Charles did.

Charles didn’t really look bad for a man his age. He had a bit of a belly, but not so it was all that obvious. His clothes fit him, and he was a smart dresser, even when going to the bar. Usually a nice pair of dress slacks, clean shirt, and casual jacket. While he had dark hair, cut short, his face was angular, similar to Kenny. His nose was a bit hooked, but he had the darkest set of eyes Kenny had ever seen.

When Charles looked so squarely in the face, you could see the sparkle in them, but that was it. They seemed so alive, so penetrating, that it was hard to look him right in the face. It felt like you were being examined, examined in a way that you wouldn’t be able to keep anything from the man.

While his own eyes were a pale green, Charles’s eyes were a deep dark black, or so they seemed. He couldn’t help but notice them, even when driving. He would always glance back, and check them out. Funny, but every time he did look back, using the rear view mirror, Charles would be looking back. He would grin too, a rather attractive grin, and at those moments, Kenny found himself interested.

At those moments, he always felt weird. After all, he was half the guy’s age, at least. He wasn’t unattractive, and when he went clubbing, he rarely went home alone. Guys liked his look, his sort of rakish expressions, the way he appeared to be a bit dangerous, a bit wild. The long hair, the not painted on, but still tight clothes, that highlighted his masculinity, his lean muscular body, all added to his persona that made guys look twice, when he walked by. Frankly, he rather enjoyed the looks he got from guys his age, and even from the more senior patrons.

Still his preference were guys his age, usually a year or two younger or older, but rarely more than that. He just wasn’t into old, because he liked to have fun, to enjoy a fast pace, specially in the bedroom. He wasn’t one of those who liked to drop his pants, fuck, pull them up, then have a smoke. He liked to have his fun, prolong it as long as he could, and most of the old codgers he knew, well they usually shot their load within minutes of dropping their pants, assuming they could get it hard enough.

Mind you with all the dick drugs out there, he could imagine them keeping it harder longer, but for what? Not like being older meant they knew how to please, and he liked to be pleased, when it came to sex.

Yet looking at Charles, he rather figured he could please, and not need any little blue pills either. There was just something about him, about how he looked, that made him wish the guy would hit on him. It would be rather fun, to see just what was behind those dark sparkling eyes. Did Charles have the secret to pleasing a guy like him, or not?

Glancing to the door, he saw Charles coming out of the bar. He was staggering a bit, a clear sign that he had gone a bit past his limit. Shame, he wouldn’t have minded a bit of conversation, to try and get to know Charles a bit more, maybe even toss out a hint or two that he’d be agreeable to a pass.

As he expected, the drive was quite. Charles seemed to be off in another world. The occasional cough was the only indication that he was awake, even, and arriving at his house, he seemed hesitant, as if he really didn’t want to get out. He sat there, staring at the old building, the iron gate, as if it was the entrance to some prison or something. Kenny waited patiently, as this was his last fare for the night, but he felt strangely sorry for the man, wondering if he was okay.

Finally Charles aroused himself from whatever was troubling him, and reached into his pocket, thrusting two bills at Kenny. He thanked him, telling him to keep the change, and slowly climbed out of the cab, his stance a bit wobbly, but he managed to straighten up, making his way towards his front door.

Kenny waited, then looked down, to tuck what he thought was two ten dollar bills into the pouch under his shirt, when he hesitated. One of the bills didn’t look right, and he looked closer to see that it wasn’t a ten spot, but was a Hundred Dollar bill. He felt a bit flushed, as he held the bill in his hand, then glanced over at Charles making his way slowly up the front steps.

There was no way he had meant to give him the hundred, it was obvious he thought it was ten, and for a second he realized that Charles would never miss it. If he did, he’d not remember, or he’d think he spent it at the bar. Still, it didn’t feel right, and while he didn’t think of himself as a prude or a goody two shoes, he hesitated.

Looking down, he saw his hands tremble a little, as his mind told him to pocket it, as his mind told him the old drunk wouldn’t notice, but it didn’t feel right. Looking up and over at the man, he saw how he was struggling to get the door open, having trouble obviously getting the key into the lock.

Kenny opened his door, and got out, jogged a bit to the gate, where he called out to the older man, who turned to stare at him. His face looked a bit flushed, as he just sort of stared at Kenny, with a blank look.

‘Uh, sorry, but uh I think you gave me the wrong bills’

‘So you say, you gonna tell me they weren’t two tens?’

‘Yes, well, one of them was, the other wasn’t.’

‘I am not that drunk, you know? I mean you are a nice kid, I didn’t think you’d resort to such a trick, just because I am a wee bit tipsy, I can handle my booze young man, I am not just some old lush.’

Kenny stared up at Charles, his face a bit flushed. The man’s tone was definitely a bit acerbic, almost angry, which he had never experienced from him before. He also was a bit put out, to think that the guy would even suggest he would pull a stunt like that.

‘Uh it isn’t quite what you think Sir.’

‘Oh isn’t it? You going to tell me that other bill is a dollar, aren’t you?’

He was tempted to just tell the old guy to forget it, to just turn around and go back to his cab. If he really thought he was that dishonest, well screw the old fart, and he was wrong, he was just an old lush. But even as he told himself to turn around, he knew he couldn’t.

‘No, the other bill is a C Note, not a dollar, or a ten. I don’t rip off my fares, even if they are rude pricks.’

Charles stared at him, his mouth open a bit, as he peered into Kenny’s face. Finally he swallowed, muttered some sort of apology. Kenny didn’t really care what he had said, as he just asked him to give him the 7 dollars due.

‘Uh yes, yes, uh, let me get inside, turn some lights on, so uh, so we can sort this out.’

‘Yeah, fine’ was all he said, as he tried to control his anger, and to push back the strange feeling of being hurt. He didn’t know why, but it really bothered him that Charles would think that of him. He hadn’t given him any cause to think that way. It was really irking him, as he stepped inside. He didn’t notice how suddenly Charles had been able to find the lock and open it.

Inside, he was rather surprised at how neat everything looked. The entrance way had some pictures, and was actually spotless. There wasn’t dust on the frames, or on the little table, where Charles tossed his keys, and then stared at Kenny.

‘Well Kenneth, or do you prefer Ken, Kenny?’

‘Uh, Kenny, how did you know my name?’

‘Why from your hack license of course. I do check those things out, every time I get into a cab, a man can’t be too careful.’

‘I see, uh, here.’

He was a bit confused as he thrust the hundred dollar bill towards Charles. The man didn’t look like the type who would notice his hack license, least not remember what it said. Also, he didn’t seem so blitzed right now either, which was also a bit of a puzzle. And he seemed to be in no hurry to take the mistaken bill from Kenny’s out thrust hand.

‘Hmm, I think you can keep that.’

‘What?’

‘Small price to pay, for confirming my suspicions about you.’

‘Suspicion, hey what is going on here?’

‘Come into the side room, have a seat, and let me try to explain tonight to you.’

He felt a bit apprehensive, unsure what Charles was up to, but he put the hundred dollar bill in his pocket, for the moment. There was something odd, and he couldn’t help but notice how lucid Charles suddenly was. His speech wasn’t slurred, nor his gait unsteady as he led him into the side room.

It was a rather nice little room. The furniture looked not just comfortable, but rather pricey as well. There was a small side cart, with several fancy crystal bottles, and glassed, which is where Charles made his way towards.

‘Drink?’ he said, holding a fancy bottle of Scotch in one hand.

‘Uh okay, just a small one, I have to drive’

‘Yes, but then, I am your last fare for the night, so unless you have to rush off, let’s have a drink, relax, and I’ll explain my actions, if you don’t mind?’

‘Okay, yeah sure, uh, wait, how do you know you are my last fare?’

‘There are lots of things I know Kenny, a man in my position has to be careful, has to know about those around him.’

‘Uh look, I don’t know what is going on, but..’

‘Patience my young friend, give me some time to explain, all will be made clear to your satisfaction.’

‘Okay, I guess I can at least listen to what you have to say.’

‘Thank you, you are kind, as well as honest, Do you know how refreshing that is to find in a person these days? Let alone a most handsome one at that.’

Blushing a little, Kenny just nodded, sipping at the drink Charles had given to him. He was fond of Scotch too, which made him suddenly stop sipping. How the hell did Charles know to pour him a Scotch, without asking? He looked up at the man, to see those eyes peering at him. They looked so alive, so full of mystery that it made him shake a bit, as he put the glass down.

‘You seem to know a lot about me, why?’

‘Intelligent too I see, but..’

‘Thanks for the flattery, but uh, I really would like to know, why? What is this all about?’

Charles leaned back in his chair, and just stared at Kenny, over the top of his glass. He was sipping it, and yet, it was as if it was merely a prop. Something for him to fall back on, while he took his time having to answer any questions. In some ways, Kenny felt like he was at a job interview, and the palms of his hands were staring to sweat.

‘It is simple really, I would like to get to know you.’

‘Uh huh, by ‘getting to know me’ you mean have sex, don’t you?’

‘haha, straight to the point, like so many your age, but yes, while that is part of the meaning, it is only part.’

Now it was his turn to play for time, as he sipped his drink, keeping his eyes fixed on Charles. There was that little grin when he had been blunt, but it was how the eyes had lit up when he answered, that held his attention. He was interested, and despite the late hour, despite how it all started, he felt rather excited. There was a mystery to Charles, that was just waiting to be unravelled.

‘I am not for sale.’

‘Nor do I pay for sex, it happens, or it doesn’t, but there are no rewards afterwards, monetary or otherwise.’

‘Then why the games? If you want me, why not just ask?’

‘I am, in my way, as to the games, well it is no game for me. I have been disappointed too many times, I merely like to prepare, to not be surprised afterwards.’

‘I see, so this is your way asking if I’d like to sleep with you?’

‘Is that the term these days? Sleep with me, no, perhaps have a taste of your young body, yes. But I am a cautious sort, so for now, I merely am curious to see if you can satisfy an old Queen’s desire for some fresh cock.’

The mystery seemed to only get deeper. He could tell that there was a lot more to this, that Charles was looking beyond just sucking him off, which he found rather appealing. He squirmed a little in his seat, wondering what it would be like, to just whip it out, have it sucked?

‘Giving me that Hundred, that was no mistake, was it?’

‘No, it wasn’t.’

‘And if I had kept it?’

‘Nothing, but you didn’t, so that is not an issue, now is it?’

‘And now you want to give me a blow job? Bit of a leap that, isn’t it?’

‘Oh not really, I have always wanted to, from the first time I met you, as for the test with the money, well, as I said, I am the cautious type.’

‘And secretive’

‘Only for now, but if things work out, as I think they will, well, you’ll see.’

‘You are a bit of tease, you know that?’

‘Yes’

‘I am not into older men, least not usually’

‘I know, but you must admit, you are curious, as well as a bit interested, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Well then, how about we satisfy each other’s curiosity? Unless you want to think about it, or well, refuse?’

‘First things first.’

‘And that being?’

‘Take your hundred back, and give me the $7 bucks still on the meter’

Charles leaned forward, and took the offered bill back. His eyes were like tiny explosions of fire, as he stared into Kenny’s eyes. There was a sort of electrical charge in the room, as he reached into his pants, and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it to him. He had it all the time, and it was like this too was part of his test, his game. Yet, thinking about it, looking at all the stuff in the room, he understood the man’s reasoning. He didn’t agree, or think it was exactly nice, but he thought he understood.

‘Thanks’

‘You are welcome, now I suppose you will want to leave?’

‘Leave? Without satisfying my curiosity?’

‘But you gave me back the money?’

‘I told you, I am not for sale. Besides, you said you didn’t pay for sex? Or did you mean, you didn’t openly pay for it?’

‘Touch’

He saw the way Charles looked at him. There was no mistaking his interest, nor how thoughtful he looked. The little grin across his face only added to his charm, his mystery. For all of his talk, the man was acting more nervous than he was feeling. The way his lips kept being licked, the way he was wiping his hands, only made Kenny feel more attracted to him. There was indeed something special, and he decided it was time for him to take the lead. Besides, he was curious, could an older man like Charles satisfy him, let along keep up with him?

Kenny rose up, and for a second he was certain he saw a look of disappointment cross Charles’ face, but it changed to one of awe, as Kenny didn’t move towards the door. Instead he reached down to his groin, and rubbed it a bit, before unbuttoning his pants, sliding the zipper down, while Charles merely swallowed some saliva.

His legs trembled a little as he kicked off his runners, then slid his jeans down his legs, to rest at his ankles. Stepping out he noticed how Charles’ eyes were bulging, fixed to Kenny’s groin. The lump was very noticeable, as he brushed over his semi erect cock.

Bending down, he picked up his discarded pants, and turning he placed them neatly over the arm of the chair he had been sitting in. He could feel Charles’ eyes boring into his buttocks, feel them trying to see beyond the material of his boxer shorts. Kenny smiled as he reached out, to grab hold of his waistband, and he began to slide the shorts down his legs.

He heard Charles whimper a little, as he unveiled his firm cheeks. There would be a tell tale V shape, as he enjoyed his sun bathing, and had a nice tan line, showing he didn’t wear boxers while sunning. He could almost feel the excitement oozing from Charles, as he lifted each leg up, to let the shorts fall free of his feet.

Looking down, he could see that his strip tease was also exciting him. He was nearly full aroused, judging by the way his cock was sticking out. He smiled, wondering if Charles knew if he was cut or not? Looking over his shoulder, he could see the way Charles was looking, how he already had one hand near his own groin, as he enjoyed the view of Kenny’s butt.

‘You like uncut cocks Charles?’

His words startled the older man, who glanced up to look at Kenny. He merely nodded as he sat there transfixed by Kenny’s nude body. Slowly he began to turn, to let Charles see his front, and as he finally faced the older man, he could tell he was a hit. The man had a very pronounced bulge in his groin, equal to the stiff cock that stood out from his own groin.

Reaching down, he stroked his cock, pulling back the foreskin each time, to show the pink head hidden beneath. Each time the head peeked out, Charles would lick his lips. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, as Kenny looked down at his cock. He took hold of it, shook it a bit, then sort of pulled it away from his body, sort of pushing it forward, directly at Charles.

His own eyes were flashing, as he realized Charles was in a recliner. Quickly he moved over, surprising the older man, and then he leaned over him, looking him squarely in the face. As he did, he search for, and found the handle, that he then pushed forward, making the chair recline. Charles was laying back, as Kenny climbed up onto the chair, his knees on either side of Charles.

The chair was a bit wobbly, and not very steady in supporting both Charles’ upper body, and his full weight. Yet he dared it, as he took hold of his hard cock, and stroked it in front of Charles. He heard the older man moan as he slid back down, so his back was resting on the man’s lap, his head dangling between the man’s spread open legs. His own legs were up in the air, on either side of the man’s head, as he closed his eyes, stroking his cock.

He felt the man’s hands against his thighs, as they clenched them, then slowly caressed him. Glancing upwards, he could see the man staring down at his bare crotch. Kenny squirmed a bit, as he tried to lift his body upwards, to slide up the man’s chest. He felt the two hands grip his hips, then pull while he pushed.

His crotch was as close as they could get it, which seemed close enough. Charles reached out and began to fondle the two large balls that rested on the older man’s upper chest. His fingers probed the sac, then moved to either side, caressing the moist flesh between the crotch and the thighs. Then the one finger moved further down, and slid down the valley between his two cheeks.

Kenny continued to stroke his cock, smearing the oozing pre cum over his burning skin. He felt the skin tighten, as he slowly moved his closed hand over and under his cock, while Charles lightly caressed his valley. The finger moved lightly between the two cheeks, barely brushing his flesh deep down between them. He groaned, feeling surprised by how sensual the touch felt, how light it was.

Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused. His insides were aching, as if they knew what was to come, but weren’t letting the rest of him in on it. His legs trembled a bit, as the finger moved over his pink hole, making the muscles shiver. It felt like it was opening, and closing as if in a spasm, as the finger teased it, moving just around the fringes of the hole.

Lifting his head up, he could see the concentration in the face, then the desire glimmering in his eyes. He sank back down, his head aching, while his hand moved a bit faster along his pole. His skin was becoming warmer, and tighter, as he felt Charles’ finger barely brush over the centre of his hole. His legs seemed to jump, then stiffen, as the hand between his cheeks suddenly moved to hold his legs. They pushed them further apart, forcing Kenny to lay the flat of his feet onto the chair top.

He felt his hands leave his cock, and reach for his legs, to take hold of them just above the knees. Kenny felt his fingers dig into his flesh, then pull back, lifting his rectum up and moving it closer. His body began to quiver, as he heard and felt the man spit. Biting his lower lip, he stifled a groan, then pulled even more on his legs, opening his body as wide as possible. The chair creaked, but held, as he suddenly felt the warm breath blowing down the valley between his cheeks. He felt it waft across his hole, making the tiny muscles shiver, tingle even.

The first lick was light and quick. It went from just below his hole, to right up to the base of his balls. He groaned loudly, taken by surprise by the quick stroke, then as he started to collect himself, he felt the tip of Charles tongue against his skin. He could feel his breath, feel his nostrils breathing warm air between his cheeks.

The sound of his long groan surprised him, as he felt the tongue flick at him, then settle along his skin, and slowly but firmly lick up until it came to the hole, where it circled around a few times, then moved upwards once again. He felt the tip dig at his cock root, just under his balls. He groaned again, as the long began to move back down, still pressing firmly into his valley.

As it moved over his twitching hole, the tip darted forward briefly, spreading the muscle ever so slightly. He cried out, as the tongue moved away, back down the valley. He could feel his chest heaving, as the tongue suddenly was pressing between his cheeks, near and around his tiny pink hole. The edge was curled up, as it licked around the tiny muscles, flicking out at each one, tasting it, teasing it, as it circled, like a lion stalking its prey. He felt his legs tighten, felt his heart begin to pound, as the tongue lunged forward.

It struck his hole hard, splitting it open quickly and wide. The whole tongue was suddenly buried inside of him, and he cried out, stunned by the rolling waves of pleasure that surged into his body. His arms grew numb, as they held the legs up and apart. The knuckles became white, as blood was drained, rushing towards his cock, as Charles licked him deep and hard. The tongue pushed down deep, pushing the tiny muscles aside. It twisted and turned inside, touching every part of his lining, of his tunnel, making his whole body shake.

Just when he thought he couldn’t handle it, the tongue was suddenly out and licking at his balls. It tickled them, then he felt both balls being dragged, sucked into Charles’ mouth. The wet warmth enveloped them both, and he cried out, stunned by how quickly his balls were inside of the man’s mouth. His legs quivered, his heart pounded even harder, as the balls were released, one at a time. The room’s air cooling them quickly, but making his whole body tremble.

Back down his valley the tongue went, and once more penetrated his rectum. His toes curled in his socks, as the sensations grew more intense inside. His whole mind was feeling overwhelmed, as the tongue licked at his insides. Twirling and twisting, the tongue went deep inside, then back out, then down and up his valley. His cheeks were shaking, trembling really as the tongue licked at his cock root.

He wanted to grab hold of his cock, to stroke it, but he didn’t want to let go of his legs either. The different sensations were too much, as he groaned constantly. The man licked him, then tongue fucked him, then licked him again and again. Then back into his insides, to poke, prod, and turn his muscles into quivering wrecks of desire.

His head was twisting from side to side, when he felt the hand grab hold of his cock. His foreskin was taut, it was thick with the rushing blood from his entire body. The man’s head was wedged between his upraised buttocks, and now one hand held his manhood tightly in its grip. He cried out, as the hand moved up and down his cock, the tongue fucking his hole hard. The eyes closed tightly, as tiny explosions of lights flashed across the insides of his eyelids. His whole body was a massive rolling wave of tremors, that seemed unending. Charles kept his tongue licking, twisting inside of him, while his hand stroked Kenny’s cock, twisting it and pulling on it. His cock head was fully exposed, his balls ached, as his chest heaved from the lack of air, and from the pounding of his heart.

He was struggling for air, when he felt the explosion beginning. Kenny tried to hold it back, to deny Charles his taste, to prolong it, but he couldn’t. His body was no longer under his control, but was a slave to the old man’s manipulations. He felt his buttocks clenching and unclenching, as the tongue dug deeper. It was as if Charles had sensed the moment, and the dug dove in even deeper.

Kenny struggled to lift his head up, but he didn’t have the strength. His cries filled the room, as his body shook uncontrollably. It was like he was the epic centre of an earthquake. Every muscle shook, every nerve shrieked, as his body surrendered to the older man’s desire. His legs were numb, as his hand released them, as they banged the sides of the chair.

Yelling his surrender, he found the man beneath him moving, then felt the man’s hands pulling his body, spreading his legs even wider. Then he felt the press of warm lips over his cock head. It was too much for him, his control was totally gone. He surrendered completely, as he felt his body lurch up, felt the rush of his milk as it sped up from his scrotum, to speed through the centre of his throbbing pole.

As the last of his scream died off, he felt the explosion. Kenny could feel the lips tighten just under his cock head, around his burning shaft. His balls were deflating, as his first stream of milk came gushing outwards, into Charles’ mouth.

He heard the muffled moan, then felt the muscles of the man’s throat contract, then open. He felt the hands holding him tighten, dig deep into his flesh, as he bucked and heaved. His cum flooded the man’s throat, then mouth, then dribbled out around the corners of the man’s mouth. He could see it all through the haze of his amazement. His body was shaking, he could see the various muscles shivering, as the explosion took him completely. He felt it, saw it, and was stunned by its force. His whole body was still shaking, still trembling as the last of his milk dribbled out, as the man leaned back, cum dripping from his lips.

Kenny felt the ache in his chest, felt the wild beat of his heart, as he lay there. He also felt the same tremors, same shaking from Charles body beneath his. His eyes kept flickering open, to stare at the older man, to see his cum drying on the man’s lips and chin.

Gradually he felt strong enough, barely, to extradite himself from his upside position. He stood up shakily, then slowly collapsed onto the couch next to Charles. The man’s eyes were closed, but gradually opened and stared over at him. The thin smile on his face grew larger as he pushed the recliner back to its normal upright position.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the older man stared at Kenny for several seconds. His eyes were sparkling, as he just looked. Kenny waited, wondering what was next. His own breathing was a bit more controlled, as finally Charles spoke to him.

‘Very Tasty, much better than I expected.’

Kenny leaned back in the sofa, exhausted, and pleased with himself. Maybe now, he’d find out what it was that Charles was really wanting from him.

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I walked into the stall knowing that I may get to suck cock and get a huge protein injection within a few minutes. As I pulled down my jeans to let out my semi-hard one-eyed monster, I noticed a guy walk into the next stall. He pulled his pants down and his dick was already throbbing. I could tell this guy really needed to blow his load. He stuck his huge eleven inch pile-driver dick through the hole, so I immediately sat down, bent over and started sucking his pulsating cock. I began to deepthroat him, while nearly choking on his man meat. Before I knew it, he was shooting his hot, white man cream down my eager throat. This was the biggest load I’ve ever taken – he shot load after load after load into my hungry mouth. He blew so much cum inside me, some dripped out on my chin and being the total cumwhore that I am, I wiped the excess cum onto my finger and back onto his cock; I then proceeded to lick him clean. Without saying a word, he pulled his pants up and left.

I felt it was a job well done, so I began to pull up my jeans, but I stopped because I heard two new sets of footsteps at the entrance to the restroom. I was still horny and hungry for more cum, so I waited to see if they wanted me to suck them off too. Sure enough, I heard the stall to the left open, and then the one to the right. Now I was really excited! The first guy put his already seven inch semi-hard cock through the recently used glory hole to my left. The second guy put his huge ten inch rock-hard cock through the glory hole to my right. I jumped at the occasion and began to suck off both of them, alternating between men every few seconds. Shortly afterwards, the first guy had a rock-hard nine inch throbbing cock – I knew I was about to get the prize I had been craving. The second guy was about to blow his load too. I knew I wanted both guy’s cum deep inside me, so I deepthroated his huge ten inch cock (after the eleven inch sausage, this was a piece of cake) and stuck the other guy’s nine inch nail up my ass bareback. After about ten seconds, they both shot their cum loads into me simultaneously, pumping my body full of their warm, creamy man juice. When both men’s loads were comfortably inside me and their cocks were softening and sticky, they pulled out and left. I sat down for a minute to catch my breath and taste the remains of the two guy’s loads I just swallowed and to give my ass a break.

A few minutes later, I pulled up my jeans, opened the stall door and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I noticed a guy standing nearby that was staring at the hard-on in my pants. He came over to me and said, ‘Hey man, you suck cock, right? Word ’round here is that you’re a pro.’ Without a word, I pushed him into a stall, pulled his pants down and began to suck him off like there was no tomorrow. In about four minutes of pure ecstasy, he yelled out ‘I’m about to cum! Suck it, swallow it man!’ His body tensed up, I deepthroated him, and he shot his colossal protein shake down my gullet. I swallowed every drop of his delicious man candy. After he caught his breath, he told me that was the best blowjob he’s ever gotten, so he wanted to return the favor.

Before I could say anything, he practically ripped the jeans off of my legs and began sucking on my rock-hard, yet very suckable eight-incher. He deepthroated my cock, sucked it like a Kentucky tornado, and about a minute into the ordeal, I blew my massive load right into his enthusiastic mouth. He swallowed every single drop like a real man should. When I was able to catch my breath, still limp from the orgasm, I thanked him and asked him if we could do it again sometime. He told me he was the janitor for the restroom and he gets to suck off about two or three guys every day. He told me it would be his pleasure to suck me off some more. I told him it would be mine too.

I began making pit stops at that truck-stop restroom daily before and after work. I was having so much fun, I eventually quit my normal job and I got a job with the janitor I was so happily blowing every day. We probably sucked off four or five guys each daily and many times, we’d get more than one load at a time. We sucked each other off every chance we could get and we always got our protein injections.

I wanted it. I knew I wanted it, and he knew I wanted it. I just couldn’t take that step over that threshold – and I kept fooling myself about wanting it.

He owned the exercise facility with another guy. Jake and Ted. I knew they were a couple. I knew that before I signed up for a membership. Jake was the muscle part, the trainer; Ted, a good ten years younger than Jake and maybe three or four years older than I am, was the bookkeeper and the one who saw to it that the gym was kept clean.

Gay guys went to that gym. I knew that before I signed up for a membership. Still, I went there with a little sense of a thrill. I was too frightened to go over that threshold myself, but, still, I could have my thoughts and my fantasies. They didn’t hurt anything. I didn’t really want to even see them ‘doing it,’ I told myself. I just got a little arousal off of watching the guys work out in the gym and knowing that they probably then went off and did it. I could take care of myself, at home, after that little arousal at the gym, on my own bed. No strings, no risks, no decisive changes in life.

There were two types of guys going to Jake and Ted’s gym. Young guys, like me, going there to get cut and keep themselves cut and maybe cruising each other a bit – or, like me, fantasizing about what could be if we’d take the chance. These guys worked out hard. And then there was a group of older guys who sort of worked at working out but hovered around the periphery of the hardcore training, sniffing around the younger guys, looking for a hookup. All of these guys were in pretty good shape too. Jake didn’t allow any slouches in his place.

I thought the older guys standing around and ogling would be too much for me, would prompt me to stop playing this little game I was into of running up to the edge of the unspeakable and then running back to safety. But after the first night, I found that a little arousing too. I found I liked to be watched and assessed while I was working out.

As I got more comfortable with the scene at Jake and Ted’s, the older guys got more comfortable – and forward – with me too. It wasn’t more than three weeks before one or two of started asking me if I’d like to come over to their place sometime and watch a game on the television. They asked this after a conversation where they sniffed out what sports and teams I was into, which, amazingly enough, were always the sports and teams they liked as well.

As I got in better and better shape over the weeks, Jake started showing more interest in me to. He started giving me pointers on getting the most, the best definition, out of the equipment. And he increasingly was hands on, keeping in touch with me as he spotted me in an exercise or showed me the proper way to use the equipment.

Jake had to be pushing forty, but it didn’t seem to be pushing back too hard. He’d been an actor in a daytime television soap and then had done commercials for a national brand of exercise equipment. The strength of his business was tied up in how well known he was as a exercise guru and how well his body looked – that and, with most of his current clientele, because he was openly gay.

I don’t think I ever admitted to myself that this was why I picked out his gym from all the others in town. I didn’t even admit to myself that I liked my body the way it was before I started the gym classes; I hadn’t really felt the need for better definition, tighter abs, and bulging chest muscles and biceps. That’s pretty much what I was getting though. That and the little thrill of standing on the threshold of something and not letting myself topple over.

The not toppling over part got harder, though. The older guys sniffing around the edges of the younger guys didn’t stop trying to relate to me, and then Jake was showing direct interest too.

It started with him suggesting that he could give me extra help on the machines in greater demand after hours if I wanted to stay over – which I said I couldn’t. Then he tried the ‘come over sometime and watch the game on television’ routine, which I politely turned away as well.

He moved on to getting more direct than that. A night when the crowd was sparse and I was working over in the corner, bench-pressing weights, he came over to spot me. While I had pretty much my limit of weights over my head with one of his hand hovered under the bar in case I faltered, he put the other hand on my basket and coped a good feel.

‘Jake! Whatcha doin? Stop that.’ I was in shock even though I’d thought about this very action for weeks.

‘Relax, Stud. I know you want this.’

‘Shit no, Jake. What makes you think that? Stoppit.’ He hadn’t stopped it; his hand was still on my basket. And I was still on my back on the bench. I did set the barbell down into the stand, but I just kept my hands wrapped around it. Jake lowered his spotting hand to palm my belly and his other hand went down to the hem of my shorts and was dipping under that.

‘I know what you come in here for. I see you watchin’. I see the effect it has on you when others are watchin’ you. Stop playing your game. You want it.’

‘Noooo,’ I said. it was almost a whimper. ‘I come here to work out. Stop that.’ The fingers of his hand had reached the edge of my jock cup under my shorts.

I gathered my strength and pulled out from underneath the barbell frame and bounced off the bench and away from temptation.

‘Gotta go. Late for somethin’,’ I mumbled and fled the floor, leaving the gym without even going to the showers.

I was back the next night, though. Jake knew I would be. He gave me those looks that told me he knew I would be all the time I was exercising on the floor. He didn’t come over to me, though. He stood his distance away from me and just gave me those ‘I’ve gotcha’ looks. I told myself he certainly didn’t have me. That I’d paid for my membership here and wouldn’t stop coming just because I got propositioned. I told myself I came here for the exercise, not to teeter along the edge of temptation, afraid of crossing the threshold.

After exercising, I took a cold shower and then went straight into the sauna. Just me and one of the younger guys. He was stretched out on one of the top shelves, on his back, a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. His arm was thrown over his eyes as if he was planning to take a nap there. The sauna at Jake and Ted’s wasn’t like most saunas in gym facilities. It was warm but not so hot that you couldn’t stay in there for long periods of time. This, of course, defeated the purpose of a sauna, but the sauna at Jake and Ted’s wasn’t meant to be used like the normal sauna. I knew it was a sex room. I’d pretty much avoided it up until then and hadn’t really seen any sex going on in there, but I’d had the older guys ask if they’d see me in the sauna later and seen the expression on their faces, and I knew.

I told myself when I went into the sauna that I just wanted to try it out that evening. I also told myself that just because I’d caught Jake watching me when I came out of the shower and then turned toward the sauna door rather than to the door to the locker room as I usually did that the look and my action didn’t mean anything. I told myself that.

When I entered the sauna and saw the other guy in there, I went up on the second of three shelves directly opposite him. I leaned back in the cedar paneling and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that one of the older men had entered the sauna and was sitting on the second shelf across me at the foot of the younger guy reclining on the third shelf.

After I few minutes, I noticed, with fascination, that the older guy had a hand on one of the younger guy’s feet. The younger guy didn’t even flinch. But then I saw the younger guy, his arm still flung across his eyes in apparent sleep, widen the stance of his legs and raise his knees a bit. The older guy, who was still holding onto the younger guy’s foot had a clear shot from where he was sitting of the younger guy’s crotch under the spread towel, and the older guy was closely taking in the view. He obviously liked what he saw, because he let his own towel slip open and he was fisting his cock with his free hand.

I decided I’d better clear out at this point. This was more reality than I’d ever seen before.

I turned to climb down off the shelf to leave, but there was another figure in the sauna now. Jake had come in, completely stripped and sat down right next to the door. His body was still something to take notice of, even as old as he was. And his balls hung heavy and his cock swung low as I saw him stand after I had sat back down on the bench, not wanting to pass him, and he took two steps over to the other older guy and handed him a small square foil packet.

Jake then backed himself to the shelf by the door, gave me a wide smile, and held up another condom packet. I shriveled back in the shelf. Trapped. Confused. Trying to decide what to do next.

What I did next, struggling for time to make a decision and take an action, was to look back at the couple across from me. The older guy had slid along the bench closer in to the younger guy, on the shelf below him. The hand that had been on his foot now was all the way up onto the younger guy’s thigh and was still traveling. The younger guy maintained his ‘I’m not even here’ arm-across-eyes posed.

Even while it was happening, the younger guy was maintaining a ‘nothing was happening’ pose. Somehow I had to laugh at this. Wasn’t I on that same path? Didn’t I know that I had been on that path for weeks? Where was this threshold I was afraid of crossing? Still ahead of me? Or was it weeks behind me already? Had I made the decisive choice weeks ago and was just wasting time now? For some reason, those thoughts made me feel calmer. I just let the tension drain out of me, and I turned my eyes back to the couple. The older guy had a cock in either hand now, and he was gently stroking both. The only change of pose of the younger guy was that he had lowered his outer leg to the second shelf, beside the torso of the older man and his towel had slipped away so the stroking of his cock was in full evidence.

Jake had seen the tension drain out of me and had guessed correctly what that meant. he moved to the shelf below me, spread my towel off my thighs and took the tip of my cock between his lips.

I had no more fight in me – either with myself or with whatever Jake wanted to do with me. I knew now I was going to be fucked before I left this sauna. And, if so, I might as well enjoy the experience. And what he was doing to my cock with his mouth was taking me into a world of pleasure that was beyond anything I had fantasized. I put my hand on his head, running my fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp as he massaged my cock with his soft mouth.

The older guy was up on his knees hunched over the younger guy’s pelvis and sucking his cock now too. He had fingers buried in the young guy’s ass, which was moving up and down in a rolling motion. I wasn’t the only one in the sauna who was going to get fucked.

Jake was lifting me with strong hands around my waist up to the third shelf and pushing my thighs up into my chest, rolling my hips up. His lips were working more than my cock now. He was teething and sucking on my ball sacs and letting his tongue run down my perineum to my rim.

Oh, Gawd that felt great. I was whimpering and sighing now. I felt my body go to jelly; I was trembling all over. He was tonguing inside my ass. Oh, Gawd. Why had I taken so long to get here? This was paradise. I felt the juices rising inside me. I couldn’t embarrass myself and shoot off this fast. But then I did.

I looked over at the couple across from us. They were both on the third shelf now. The young guy was on his knees, on a folded towel, his right side facing me. His chest and cheek were plastered to the cedar shelf, and his raised butt was being split by the covered cock of the older guy, whose haunches encased the younger guy’s hips and whose shoulder blades were using the ceiling above him to leverage the rhythm of his fuck.

I watched in fascination as the whitish rim of the condom appeared and disappeared in the young guy’s ass. The younger guy no longer was feigning sleep. he was gripping the rim of the shelf with his outward hand to maintain stability and stroking his cock with his other hand. The white rim of the condom appearing and disappearing, appearing and disappearing. And his mouth was slack and emitting groans and grunts. His eyes were wide open, watching me.

Watching me get fucked now. I barely had time to ache for the appearing and disappearing of the rim of that whitish condom inside me as well when Jake had pulled me from the third shelf to the second and scooted in under me and was bringing me down, facing the other fucking couple, into his lap – slowly onto his hard, possessing cock.

This first possession was painful, and I felt stuffed and stretched and trapped all at once. But it was also exhilarating. The threshold broached, the final threshold evaporating. No more wonder, no more wanting it and running from it. No more pretending. The deeper Jake plowed, the more I wanted it, the higher the arousal, the deeper the feeling of release – free after all this time from the lying to myself and toying on the edge. And enjoying the feeling that Jake wanted me and was enjoying me – all those young studs on the gym floor, and Jake was here wanting me. Jake pitched me a bit forward, pressing his throbbing dick hard against another wall of my channel, causing my channel to ripple in the new, intoxicating sensation. He was covering my pecs with his hands, using his fingers to pinch and roll my nipples, sending electric shocks straight from my chest to my reawakening cock. I flung my arms back and laced my fingers in the hair at the back of his head, bringing his lips and teeth to between my shoulder blades. He was rocking me back and forth on his pelvis. Sending me . . . over . . . the . . . moon.

I looked wildly over to the other couple as I was being moved up and down in Jake’s lap. A harmony of sounds bouncing off the sauna walls from the moanings and groanings and murmurings of four male voices. The lust of taking and being taken – fully and joyously. The younger man’s gaze was plastered to mine, his eyes swimming in sex, sharing in the incredible experience, as if he was having sex with me as well. We were being FUCKED – together; we were sharing the most intimate of experiences.

Jake was gathering me back into his chest. One palm remained on my chest; the other glided down my torso, across my belly, and my cock was being fisted and stroked hard. I was hard again. The feeling was beyond description. Jake’s lips were in the hollow of my neck and he was sucking hard. I writhed in his grip, moving my hips, feeling him sink deeper and deeper.

I looked over and all I saw now was the trim back of the older man, with the tanned legs of the younger man extending out from his sides, the older man holding the ankles of the younger in his fists. The younger man wedged into the second shelf, facing me, and the older man standing on the floor, between his prey’s spread legs. His butt cheeks contracting and puffung out as he used them to regulate the fuck. The sounds of the young man being taken deeply, no longer nonchalant, crying out for the full fury of his master.

I gasped in a big intake of breath, thrusting forth my pelvis, Jake riding the wave with me, shooting ejaculate off across the sauna chamber toward the pulsing dimpled butt centered between the moaning young man’s thighs. The bulb of Jake’s condom bubbling up, Jake’s cry of release very soon after my own. The collapsing against each other.

I looked up from my semen-drowned stupor, and the older man was gone. The younger man was collapsed on the second shelf, drawn into himself like a rag doll. He looked up when he sensed me looking at him. A sloppy grin.

When I had showered and dressed, the younger guy was waiting for me outside the gym door.

‘Wanna have a beer over across the street?’

‘Sure, why not.’

Later, in his apartment, I fucked my first man, him patiently guiding me in what to do, until I reached the throes of frenzied passion and let nature take its course.

I stayed away from Jake and Ted’s gym for two days, but then I was drawn back. Jake seemed pleased to see me, and I knew he’d meet me in the sauna if I sent the signal. But before I got any closer to that, I was engaged in conversation with one of the older men who was always floating around the edge of the circle of serious body builders. He was good looking in a clean-cut, office manager sort of way. Just the sort of guy I’d like for a supervisor.

We started talking about sports. We both liked football. We both were fans of the Redskins. The Redskins were playing in the Monday night televised game that evening. Would I like to come over and watch the game with him?

‘Sure, why not.’

The game was running on the television, but I could only hear it, because my belly was folded over the top of the sofa in front of the television, my knees were wedged in the back of the seat cushion, my legs were spread, and my clean-cut guy host was covering me closely from behind and fucking hard down into me from the rear.

Crossing thresholds left and right now.

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