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Muay Thai kickboxing is a demanding sport. Since one can strike all areas of the body with all areas of the body, strenuous training is a must. Endless hours of conditioning through sparring, pad work, heavy bag work, weights, calisthenics, running, and stretching develop even a casual trainee into a muscled, molded, steel-forged force.

Jeremy Brooks was no exception. He was an Adonis in the flesh. Not overly muscled, but he possessed the sort of super-hero physique that both men and women worship. At his gym, in fact, both men and women did visually worship this hunk, even if only in passing. He noticed that when he looked up the guys averted their gazes more quickly than the girls, but the admiration (or more?) was undeniable.

Jeremy took it in stride and with humility. He was finishing up a tough session and was down to his last closing stretches. He always wore UnderArmour-like gear, meaning synthetic skin-tight fabric (black in his case, to play off of his light brown hair and hazel eyes) that regulated body temperature but left little (well, in his case, not so little) to the imagination. His final stretch was a full side split, like Jean Claude Van Damme, only sexier. With his legs outstretched at either side and his hips thrust forward, the material could barely contain, let alone hide, Jeremy’s ample gift from God. His thick, cut meat bulged proudly forward, with Jeremy secure enough not to care.

Jeremy, a senior, had been training at the Muay Thai gym since his freshman year, so he was trusted to leave all of his gear at the gym. Jeremy liked to luxuriate in the shower, feeling the hot water pound onto and flow down the crevices of his chiseled physique. Since this could often take 45 minutes, he always showered back at the apartment. The perky-breasted receptionist noted Jeremy’s tight ass on his way out. Jeremy began his jog home.

Much to his chagrin, as he approached his apartment door, he realized that he’d locked his keys inside and that his roommate wouldn’t be back from class and work for hours. He stood there in the hallway, his skin-tight workout suit drenched in sweat, with few options. He banged on his neighbor’s door, to no avail. He moved on down the hall until someone finally opened the door. He was friendly with these guys, but knew little of them outside of class and the occasional party.

He was a bit startled when the door fully opened. Bryce Felder, a starter on the varsity lacrosse team, was in nothing but a small towel. He was almost as built as Jeremy, with the lithe leg muscles you’d expect on an athletic stud like him.

‘Oh, sorry, man. Just got out of the shower. Whattup?’

Jeremy explained his situation and Bryce let him right in. Bryce’s dirty-blonde hair was still dripping wet, and could empathize.

‘Yeah, bro, that sucks, especially with your roommate gone for so long. What a pain in the ass.’

‘You’re telling me! My phone, wallet, and everything else are in there.’

‘Then I guess you’re stuck with us for a while. Make yourself at home,’ said Kyle Edwards, who was Bryce’s roommate and was just coming out of his room to greet their visitor. Bryce knew that Jeremy was cool, but Kyle was excited to see him for other reasons: Jeremy’s masculine good looks, taut muscles, and unmistakable bulge were just three of them. Kyle was openly gay, and it never caused him any problems. He was quite masculine, having played soccer in high school and having done several Abercrombie shoots. (Oh, the stories he could tell about those…)

He had that insouciant, cocky lock of brown hair dripped onto his forehead that drove guys and girls crazy.

‘Looks like it. Think I could grab a quick shower? I’m a mess and I don’t think you need my sweat all over your furniture,’ Jeremy said.

‘No problem. Second door on the left,’ Bryce responded.

Jeremy turned the water on and stripped off his clothes. While he waited for the water to warm up, he took a moment to admire his muscles in the mirror. The hard work was really paying off. There was a beautiful, natural line converging from his two wide shoulders through his beefy chest and down into his chiseled six-pack, which ended with a naughty little treasure trail. Of course, the treasure at the end of the trail was his perfectly proportioned

8-inch cock, which he put to good use on a regular basis.

Suddenly, the door opened wide and Bryce walked blindly in, still in just his towel.

‘Oh, shit, dude! My bad! I figured you’d be in the shower already…just droppin’ you some fresh towels.’

Jeremy didn’t even flinch. He laughed. ‘We’re both athletes, I think we’ve both seen enough other dudes in the shower before.’ Bryce laughed, ‘Very true, very true.’ He reached behind Jeremy to get his deodorant, brushing both his upper arm and towel-covered leg against Jeremy’s tight frame. As he extended his reach, his towel-covered crotch just brushed up against Jeremy’s hard glutes, briefly sending a shiver throughout Jeremy’s body.

‘Sorry, man. I’ll get out of your way. Man, I don’t think I need to ask where you got that friggin’ nightstick swinging between your legs, but how’d you get your bod lookin’ so good? Flattered, Jeremy smirked and said, ‘Eight years of kicking people’s asses.’ They both laughed. Jeremy added, ‘You know that lacrosse body you’ve got goin’ there ain’t lookin’ too bad.’ Jimmy responded, ‘Thanks, well, I haven’t heard any complaints!’

The shower was exactly what Jeremy needed: Just the right warmth, just the right pressure to massage his tired muscles. He let the water and the soap soak into his sweaty skin. However, the water wasn’t the only thing that needed to soak in. He needed to get his head around this whole situation, which had presented itself so suddenly. Muttering to himself, he said, ‘Let’s see…I’m locked out of my apartment, my roommate and only way in is gone for hours, and I have no clothes to wear. Can’t just put back on the workout stuff and defeat the point of showering. Maybe one of these dudes has some shorts and a t-shirt I can borrow.’

And what about these dudes? He knew them casually, but had never really hung out with them outside of larger social situations. They both seemed really cool, and as far as hanging out with someone Jeremy didn’t give a shit that Kyle was openly gay. They still had sports in common, right?

Still, he couldn’t get around the fact that he’d probably found himself in a situation he’d never been in before. He had nothing to wear but a towel, Kyle was openly gay, and Bryce was…well, he wasn’t sure about Bryce. No one had ever said anything and he was a pretty macho, muscular guy. But, then again, why would he choose to live with an openly gay guy? When the two of them were in the bathroom, Jeremy had definitely spotted Bryce admiring his naked form, including his cock. And why did he reach for the deodorant the way he did? To purposely tease Jeremy?

Jeremy was a bit uncomfortable, but was also very open-minded and, truth be told, a little intrigued. ‘What the fuck?’, he said to himself. ‘No one will know. They are good-looking guys. I ain’t gonna go looking for it, but if they make a move, well, sex is sex.’ A warm hole is a warm hole, after all, and lord knows Jeremy’s libido needed a lot of warm holes for prime grade meat. Even if nothing else happened, Jeremy thought he might tease them a bit.

Jeremy, barely covered by the diminutive towel, opened the bathroom door and walked out. Bryce was still wearing nothing but his towel, explaining that of course he’d loan Jeremy clothes, but as it happens everything is in the laundry so the towels were actually the only option. Jeremy made clear that it was not a problem. Kyle was wearing a wife-beater and skin-tight black bicycle shorts from the ride he went on earlier in the day.

‘So what’s the plan,’ Jeremy asked.

‘Well, the plan was sort of no plan, actually. We were just gonna do a lazy day…you know, watch a DVD, have some of the beers Kyle bought for us. There’s plenty to go around.’

Jeremy smiled. ‘You guys must’ve read my mind. That’s exactly the type of day I need. Just got through so much stress with exams, and just did a really hard workout. Some couch Olympics and brewskies sound great.’

Bryce popped some typical shoot-”em-up forgettable action film into the DVD player and started it, while Kyle brought a whole bunch of frosty beers to the living room and passed them around. Basically, the living room had a two-person sofa and, on the right at like a 45 degree angle in front of the sofa, a small love seat that really only fit one person. Kyle parked himself in the love seat. I took the right side of the sofa while Bryce kind of splayed out on the left side (which wasn’t very far away). Their legs just barely, imperceptibly touched.

They lazed about like that for quite a while, watching the stupid movie, drinking at least 5 beers each, and definitely having a nice buzz going. The movie was awful, so they made it a little lower so that they could talk over it. At first, they chatted about bullshit: classes, asshole professors, sports, etc.

Pretty soon the topic turned to sex. Bryce, who, as a stud, generally did quite well, had actually been stood up by a girl the previous week. Jeremy was giving him no end of teasing over it. Soon Kyle joined in the friendly teasing.

Finally, Bryce had enough and said, ‘Fuck this, I’m sure I’ve fucked more than either of you. I’ve had sex with 38 different girls. Different ones. How many girls have you guys slept with?’

Jeremy was an honest guy and would acknowledge when he’d been beaten. ‘Dude, I’ll give it to you that you beat me, but that’s so cheesy. You’ve had sex with 38, I’ve had sex with 32. But I had a girlfriend I was faithful to the first two years of college! Still, it sounds like neither one of us is hurting too much in that department.’

‘Fair enough,’ said Bryce, turning to Kyle. ‘Well, how about it? How about you?’

Kyle almost cracked up. ‘Um, I don’t know what you think the definition of gay means, but it kinda means that I don’t have sex with girls. I tried one or two in high school and it wasn’t the right fit at all. So I think I’m kind of at a disadvantage in this competition!’

Jeremy laughed heartily at that statement. Bryce responded, ‘Well, whatever, you choose guys. How many guys have you had sex with?’

‘Do you really want to know?’

‘Yeah,’ both Bryce and Jeremy said at the same time.

‘I really don’t have a count; lost it a while ago, but I doubt I’ve had sex with less than a hundred guys.’

‘WOW!’, Jeremy and Bryce exclaimed at once.

That was way beyond their numbers, and they were a little surprised, especially since other than being brutally hot Kyle seemed generally conservative. Jeremy and Bryce were both at a loss for intelligent words.

‘I mean, why?,’ asked Jeremy. ‘I mean, what makes you want guys so much?’

‘Probably the same thing that makes you want girls so much! Just a different target of attraction. A tall, rugged man…all those muscles chiseled over his body like a Greek God…just the raw power and sensuality that radiates from a man’s body…and a good cock is so powerful looking, it just emanates energy and you want to worship it, and have it done to you.’ None of this was falling on deaf ears. In the backs of both Bryce’s and Jeremy’s minds, this was ringing some familiar bells. There legs touched just a little bit more.

‘Well, what’s it like?’

‘What’s what like?’

Jeremy stammered a bit. ‘You know, just, like, gay sex. Are you one of the ones who likes being on top or bottom.’

‘I’m greedy. Both!’

Bryce was also having some trouble getting the words out properly, asking, ‘Well, what’s it like fucking a guys ass? What’s it like having your ass fucked?’

Kyle was beginning to become intrigued by the possibilities inherent in this situation. He saw the look of eagerness and curiosity on Bryce and Jeremy’s faces as they paid rapt attention.

‘Think what it feels like to fuck a girl. Now imagine the hole is much smaller, so much tighter around your dick that it can milk it for everything it’s worth. The warmth and the velvety touch are pressed so much more up against your cock that it feels like you stuck your dick into heaven.’

‘And getting fucked?’, both boys asked at once, after which they gave each other a strange look.

‘You’ve seen how girls react when they have orgasms with you? Well imagine being able to feel that. You have this warm, throbbing rod that just feels like it contains power inside your body, rocking in and out, and then it hits the prostate…that’s like a male G-spot…and it feels so good you wanna freeze the moment forever.

‘Damn,’ said Bryce. Jeremy was just silent, but he could feel a tent forming. What could he do? Kyle was a good salesman. He could see one starting to form in Bryce’s towel as well.

Kyle said, ‘Look, you guys are obviously curious, but I’m not gonna sit here answering questions all day. And if I’m gonna have to educate you, I’m going to at least enjoy myself.’ He rummaged through a drawer, returning with a DVD. He took out the shitty movie and put in one of his favorite gay porns. ‘Just watch and see how it’s done.’ He couldn’t help but grin.

Bryce and Jeremy both flashed a ‘Should we be doing this?’ look at each other, but neither seemed to want to stop it. It was obvious that both were tented up in their towels, and it was also obvious that they were both looking at each other getting tented up in their towels. There curiosity won out. They turned toward the TV. Again, Jeremy was splayed out on the right side and Bryce was one the left, but this time they were much closer and Bryce’s right leg was blatantly resting on Jeremy’s right thigh.

The two could hardly believe their eyes.

Already, right there in front of them on the big screen TV, 4 guys were making out with each other. Not just any four guys…four gods, lips locking, tongues wrapping, hands exploring. On screen, two of the guys lay back on there couch, while the other two slowly drag their tongues down the rippled torsos. Bryce gulped when one guy got to the cock, passed it, and started licking his partners balls. Flicking lightly with his tongue, moving the orbs around gently in his mouth. The second cocksucker got right into it; Jeremy’s eyes were totally transfixed to the screen watching this guy go down on that dick. He watch the tongue tease the head, and then lick all the way down and up the shaft, until the guy had the whole hunk of hunk meat back in his mouth and started deep throating his partner.

At this point, Bryce, Jeremy, and Kyle were all heavily turned on, though Bryce and Jeremy were in a state of disbelief. No matter how hard they tried, though, there was no denying that their thick dicks were so hard they were literally busting out of the towels. Just agonizing, aching to be touched.

Kyle was, of course, turned on as hell, but he was also slightly bemused by the situation. He hadn’t planned this, but he felt like now these guys could be putty in his hands. He’d wait until the next scene.

Bryce and Jeremy’s eye never left the screen as the first scene ended. The next began with the usual poor dialogue and set-up, but that tennis player sure did bruise his groin area so that physical therapist needs to get a really close look. Soon enough, they physical therapist is exploring the depths of the tennis player’s ass with his tongue, darting it in and out. One glob of spit for lube and he’s fucking the player’s ass for all its worth, his man-meat driving in and out of those tight buns.

If it were possible, Bryce and Jeremy’s dicks were even harder and just might explode, they were so engorged. Kyle smiled, took his T-shirt off, and then deftly removed his bicycle shorts before the boys could ask what he was doing. He was stark naked, his rippled abs showing, that hot triangle that the hip flexors make flexing, and his hand pumping up and down his shaft. He was masturbating freely.

Both boys looked at him incredulously. Bryce asked, ‘W-what are you doing?’

‘What does it look like I’m doing? It’s my apartment, I’m gonna jerk off if I need to. It’s just us guys. This movie is hot. You telling me you guys aren’t turned on? Your dicks say otherwise. They look like they’ll explode if they don’t get some relief.’ Bryce and Jeremy looked at each other, knowing Kyle was right. ‘Come on guys, go with it, just have fun!’

Bryce and Jeremy both tossed their towels off and were stark naked. By this time in the movie, the physical therapist was still fucking his tennis player patient, only now a second player was on the court, plowing his dick into the physical therapists tight, waiting ass. The three actors were fucking in tandem.

As soon as those towels were off, Jeremy and Bryce were jerking their cocks furiously. They were so turned on. Jeremy was cut and slightly over 8 inches; Bryce was cut and only a tiny bit shorter than Jeremy, so they both had good equipment. Their hands were moving in frenzies, their minds so turned on by the film that it couldn’t even control them.

This was such a hot show for Kyle to watch: These two big, muscular straight studs jerking it together to gay porn like their lives depended on it. He wasn’t even watching the film anymore

Neither were Bryce and Jeremy. They were looking into each other’s eyes as they jerked their cocks. Their dicks were only a few feet from each other, and they could feel the sex and heat radiating from the others cock. Their gazes turned downward, so they were staring right at each other’s cock. Watching their hands pump up and down those veiny shafts…seeing the pre-cum drip out of the proud mushroom head…imagining how warm and sensual they would be as they filled up their mouths…Jeremy and Bryce were definitely in uncharted territory.

Suddenly, Kyle jumps up and comes over to them. ‘Guys, this is stupid! Let yourselves go, take advantage, no one cares…have the time of your fucking lives!’ With that, Kyle grabbed both of them by the arm and yanked them to their feet. The three of them were standing inches apart, sharing body heat. Kyle started caressing Bryce and Jeremy’s nervous chests. His hands felt so good, so strong, so right, that both boys just relaxed. Kyle whispered in their ear how hot this was and what awesome muscles they have. Then, he dropped to his knees and went to work. Bryce’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as Kyle attacked his dick. Kyle didn’t hesitate; he sucked right onto that thing. Making sure every inch of that cock felt his warm tongue as he bobbed up and down. Without missing a beat, he reached up and started fondling Jeremy’s balls. Gently rolling them in his hand, tickling the underside near the perineum. Jeremy was in heaven. At least he thought he was, but then he felt Kyle’s powerful hand wrap around his shaft and start to jack him. It felt so good, like no chick had ever done. He could feel power coming through Kyle’s hands into his dick. Kyle’s thumb was tickling the tip of his dick while Kyle’s tongue was licking every single inch of Bryce’s dick. Then he switched places. He stuffed Jeremy’s cock into his throat and deep throated him right away, only playing more gently with his tongue once he’d nearly driven Jeremy crazy with pleasure. Bryce was in another world with Kyle’s hand manipulating his manhood.

Then, still sucking Jeremy, he reached around and firmly grabbed both of their asses (which, he made sure to note to himself, were magnificent) and pulled them in closer. Now their dicks were practically touching, and Kyle started rubbing the two guys dicks together. It was so hot, Jeremy put his hand on Bryce’s shoulder for balance. Now, Kyle starting going at both cocks at once. He stuck his tongue out so he could lick at both tips simultaneously, mashing them side-by-side and pretending to get them both in his mouth. He was ravenous. His hands were still firmly pulling on Bryce and Jeremy’s asses, bringing them closer.

By now, their bodies made contact. Bryce shuddered as his chest met Jeremy’s sweaty chest, and as he felt their six packs sliding against each other like snakes. Their heads were only an inch apart and they could feel each other’s breath.

Jeremy couldn’t take it and boldly grabbed the back of Bryce’s head, pulling his head in and pulling their lips together. Their lips met and locked, and for a split second, all either one could feel was as if time froze. For that instant, they almost (almost!) didn’t even feel the sublime pleasure of Kyle tickling their sacks while his tongue darted from dick to dick. That second didn’t last, and BAM! Their tongues were wrestling like their lives depended on it. Passionate kisses. Lustful kisses. Jeremy bit the bottom of Bryce’s lip and sensually tugged at it, and Bryce responded by grabbing Jeremy’s ass, pulling him in, and shoving his tongue as far into Jeremy’s willing throat as possible. While their tongues mashed, so did their sweat-slicked, lithe young bodies. They wanted full body contact. Kyle backed off a little, then stayed down their jerking his own dick furiously to the passionate site of these two hunks in front of him.

They grabbed each others asses and pulled each other as close as possible, grinding their cocks together. They started to do a standing dry-hump. Bryce’s hand, firmly cupping Jeremy’s tight ass cheek moved, and he started sliding it up and down Jeremy’s crack. Jeremy moaned with pleasure, so Bryce licked his own finger and wormed into Jeremy’s virgin hole. Jeremy took it surprisingly well; a slight sting, but then Bryce was into the knuckle finger fucking Jeremy, who he was still heavily making out with. Kyle was right; Jeremy’s chute felt like warm velvet heaven around his finger.

In the throes of ecstasy, Jeremy responded by grabbing onto Bryce’s throbbing shaft, which elicited an immediate moan from Bryce, though it was muffled by Jeremy’s still hungry tongue. Jeremy started pumping Bryce’s cock fast and furiously, milking it, feeling it’s warmth and energy radiate into his hands. Soon, the two of them had a rhythm; still making out, Bryce had his finger fucking Jeremy’s asshole to the same beat that Jeremy was jack Bryce’s cock. The two of them were so near their thresholds, as was Kyle, who usually lasts longer when masturbating but was so turned on by these two studs he could feel it welling up.

Kyle leaned up and pushed both of their hands away. He kept jacking his own dick, which was near to cumming, and resumed sucking Bryce and Jeremy’s cocks like it was his job. His tongue just slurped with now coordination up and down this jumbled mass of hot dick, while Jeremy and Bryce were fingering each other’s assholes and tongue wrestling.

All three of them could feel it welling up. They could feel the dams starting to fail. Kyle came first, jacking his cock, and his cum spurted up onto his chin and onto the other guys’ stomachs. His muffled moans of ecstasy vibrated into the their dicks, and like a river rushing, their cum exploded out of both of their cocks at the same time. Their moans were loud enough to be heard three blocks away as spurt after spurt flew out of their cocks. Kyle loved it. He had the after-effects of his orgasm, and no he was catching every last drop of these two studs jizz, no matter how much they shot in his throat. The two still had their tongues in each other’s mouths but now hard their hands resting on each other’s shoulders, providing support. They both felt like their spines had melted and poured out through their dicks, and were breathing heavily. After 20 seconds or so, Bryce suddenly looked down at Kyle, and with a mischievous smile, yanks him to his feet. Jeremy could see the massive amounts of cum Kyle had yet to swallow. Bryce grabbed the backs of Kyle and Jeremy’s heads and brought them all in for a three-way kiss. Their tongues battled, and their mouths and tongues greedily fought for the cum in Kyle’s mouth. They were so ravenous that after a minute that all had cum glazed all over their faces and lips, but they’d all managed to swallow a solid load.

They summarily collapsed on the sofas, nearly into comas.

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The sun was going down as the ceremony in the Shewan longhouse deep in the Mohawk Valley began. It was announced with the beating of drums that required all woman and children of the tribe to leave the village clearing in the flattened hillock accessible by a secret cliffside trail and gather at the life-giving stream below to sing praises to the gods until they heard the end to the drum beats.

All was as prescribed by the chieftain, Nadie, as given on his deathbed following the previous spring’s battle with the Huron. He had counseled that the Shewan were to retreat to a minor role in Iroquois affairs, subordinating themselves to the other tribes when they normally would take a lead in matters of warfare, until they had regained their strength and power, and, most important, the blessings of the gods that they had forfeited by losing to the Huron.

As he had neared death, Nadie told his warriors to look for a sign from the gods – a being with fire coming out of his head who possessed power and would transfer power to warriors who were worthy through ritual congress. In his dying breaths, he had related in detail the requirements of the ceremony.

When assurances were given that all of the woman and children had departed the village circle, the torches were lit in the longhouse of the chieftain.

The flaming-haired Rob Winston was led, a willing participant, into one end of the longhouse. He was nude except for a tight, strong leather belt around his belly of the brightest crimson that had dyed-red feathers and strong rings of gold attached to the belt at the side of his waist, fine red-dyed moccasins, and thick, red-dyed leather bands at his wrists, also with rings of gold attached to them.

He stumbled into the tent and would have fallen if he had not been supported by two young, strong, muscular braves who were helping him to walk. These braves were costumed in the identical minimal dress Winston had, except that they both also had long, sharp hunting knives in sheaths tied to their thighs by leather straps.

Winston had spent much of the afternoon drinking ceremonial cups of a potion that largely consisted of alcohol and herbs from the forest collected for their propensity to numb and block pain. The day before he had been plied with purgatives that emptied and purified his internal systems and had his channel packed with concoctions of the numbing potions that had been withdrawn mere hours before the ceremony.

Winston and his escorts approached the center of the longhouse, where an altar had been placed and covered with a blanket made of laced-together red fox pelts.

All of the adult men of the tribe were gathered in a circle around the altar, At the outer edge of the circle were the elders and the older unselected warriors, dressed in their usual leather breeches and jerkins. The only difference in their dress on this special ceremonial day from any other day was their long, black hair. Whereas a Shewan tribesman’s hair customarily was tied back in a ponytail, with a feather in the band, now every man’s hair was hanging loose below his shoulders. The torches lighting the ceremony were lodged in the ground behind this outer circle of men, which included much the greater number of the men of the tribe. At the four geographic points of this circle sat a set of two drummers each, maintaining a steady, slow beat to mark the duration of the ceremony.

Inside the greater circle of older tribesmen were twelve of the youngest, most fit brave candidates of the tribe, young men who had achieved their manhood only since the defeat at the hands of the Huron in the spring, newly minted men eligible to be fully blooded warriors but not yet initiated.

And standing next to each of ten of these young warriors was an older, fully blooded, peak-condition warrior. When Winston’s two escorts had led him to the altar and lifted him on top, they went to take their places next to the remaining two novitiates.

The twelve most worthy warriors, identically attired to Winston save for the sheathed knives, were the twelve selected to carry out Otetiani’s plan to aid Colonel Hampton – and not only to aid the plans of Colonel Hampton as promised but also to return the Shewan to the full favor of the gods of war.

Standing at the base of the altar, facing it, standing taller than any other, legs spread wide, looking stern and magnificent, was the subchieftain Otetiani, the tribe’s war leader. Attired like the twelve of the chosen, he stood with arms crossed and leather hand whips, with multiple leads, dyed crimson red, held tightly in each fist.

At a signal from Otetiani, the two warriors who had escorted Winston into the longhouse vaulted gracefully onto the altar. They raised Rob to a standing position and moved him to the center of the altar. On either side of the altar here, strong tree-trunk poles rose from the ground up to the top of the barrel-roofed longhouse, serving as part of the frame of the structure. Each of these poles had a chain wrapped around it at the height of Winston’s shoulders. The warrior on each side of Winston attached the end of the chain on each side to the ring in the leather band at his wrist and pulled it taut, so that Rob’s arms were stretched out fully to his sides. There were chains lower on the poles that they similarly attached to the rings at the side of his leather belt. Winston now was held in a standing position at the center of the altar with little give of movement in either direction. The two escort warriors hopped back off the altar and took up their station beside their designated novitiate.

At a signal from Otetiani, the drums changed their beat; the warriors began a chant, one that had been prescribed for this phase of the ceremony by the dying chieftain, Nadie; and clouds of incense rose from the fires set under open vents in the sections at either end of the longhouse.

Otetiani opened his arms wide.

Swish. The leather strips of the hand whips lashed out in succession. Winston raised his head in drunken, nearly numb recognition of the start of the purifying scourging. Swish. Swish. Otetiani circled the altar, scourging Rob’s flesh, arms, legs, back, belly, chest, buttocks, from each side in light strokes that didn’t cut deeply but that cut deeply enough to raise welts and rivulets of blood.

Winston remained stoic throughout. The ceremony had been explained in detail to him. This was all necessary to Otetiani’s plan. Winston couldn’t be a soldier for the colonel, but there were things he could do, perhaps things that had a greater impact than a single foot soldier could contribute. Rob was determined to do what he could. And he had been prepared well for the ordeal. He would be in great pain later, when the alcohol and drugs wore off than he would be during the ceremony.

The ceremony of the purifying blooding was complete. Upon another signal from Otetiani, the ceremony of the congress, the actual transferring of the power from the gods through the vessel with the flaming head, began.

The two escorts vaulted back up on the altar, released the chains at Winston’s side and loosened the chains at his wrists. He was still tied to the altar poles but each chain now had considerable give to it.

One of the warriors jumped down from the altar. The other one remained. The first to receive the power. The twelve chosen warriors, in succession, and, by prescription in different positions, and on the rhythm of the beating of the drums, consummated a congress with the flaming-haired gift of the gods. The first simply went down on his knees behind Winston’s crumpled, scoured figure and pulled the young man into his lap and onto his hard cock and fucked him until the warrior’s seed had been planted and the power of the war gods had been transmitted back into his body from the channel of the gift. The fucking had somewhat revived Winston, and the second warrior lay flat on his back and made Winston hover over him, feet and hands flat on the altar cloth and slide up and down on the warrior’s pole. The third made Winston stand, folded over at the waist, the warrior supporting him with arms locked around his belly, and plowing him from the rear. The next warrior pushed Winston up on his knees and took him like a dog. With Winston collapsed on his belly from this taking, the next merely straddled his hips as he lay there and rode him like a horse, stroking hard between the young man’s tightly closed butt cheeks.

The sixth turned him on his back and mimicked the White missionaries. Then he was pulled back up onto his feet and made to stand facing a warrior with a long, curved cock, who raised one of Winston’s legs up the line of his torso and thrust up into him in a standing position. He was taken one of the poles with his legs wrapped around a warrior’s waist, and the most solid, shortest of the warriors made Winston wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck and he walked up and down the center line of the altar carrying Winston like a young child and thrusting up into him from below. He was side split from both sides and the most acrobatic of the warriors made Winston stand on his hands and held his thighs as he fucked down into his hole, the blood rushing to Winston’s head and momentarily making him faint.

With each congress, the powers was passed through Winston to the chosen warrior, and each warrior was smeared in the blood of the gift that had been raised by scourging. At the end of each congress, Winston sank to the ground in gathering exhaustion while the blessed and empowered warrior unsheathed his sharp knife and took two locks of hair from the flaming head. Three of the warriors were especially blessed and, by being so were designated by the gods to be the subleaders of the raid they had been chosen to undertake. This designation came with the three ejaculations of Winston during the ceremony. The warrior rewarded with this sign of the gods’ approval while they were in congress with the flaming-haired gift captured what ejaculate they could and smeared it on their cheeks as a special sign of favor.

After each warrior had received the power, he jumped off the altar and went and stood beside his designated novitiate.

When the twelfth had completed his part of the ceremony, Otetiani himself leapt up on the altar. At a signal to Winston’s two original escorts, the chains at Winston’s arms were pulled taut around the tree-trunk pillar once more, bringing Winston to a staggering standing position.

The drums beat louder as Otetiani bowed in front of Winston and then took the young man’s cock in his mouth and just continued giving it suck until Winston had his fourth ejaculation and Otetiani had received the full force of the gods’ approving nectar. Then Otetiani stood and moved behind Winston and pulled the young man’s suspended body into him. He lifted Winston straight up with hands on his waist, crouched a bit to get under him and lowered Winston on his gigantic, throbbing tool for the transferring of the gods’ power. As he did that, the two escorts stepped up to the side of the altar. Each took one of Winston’s ankles in his hand and pulled Winston’s legs back, around Otetiani’s heavily muscled calves. Otetiani held Winston’s torso close to his with one palm on his belly and one on his breast and took Winston in long deep glides, the rapidity and depth of the thrusts increasing with the increase in the tempo of the drums.

After Otetiani has spouted forth once, he had the escorts release Winston’s ankles and then the chains on his wrists, and Otetiani gently let Winston down on the red fox pelting on his belly, without withdrawing his embedded cock. He covered Winston’s body closely and gently rocked on top of him until once more aroused and then he took one last extract of power in a gentle fucking through thighs tightly encased in his own.

While Otetiani was completing the ceremony and taking his lock of the flaming hair, the short, secret segment of the ceremony was performed. Only Otetiani and the twelve chosen warriors had been told of this, concluding part, the initiation of the novitiates. As Otetiani was lowering Winston to the ground for his second taking, he signaled to the twelve, each of whom turned to the designated novitiate beside them, knocked him to ground and overpowered him.

Each blooded warrior then passed on part of the power of the war gods he had acquired by taking the novitiate’s virginity by force, but, more important, lifting him up to full warrior status, and, in the end rewarding him with one of the flaming locks of hair they had taken from the gift of the gods. A privilege of this magnitude came only once in several generations. But for many drum beats, the confused, surprised, and initially angry strugglings of the prideful young men, heretofore not told that no warrior in the tribe reached full status with his virginity intact, reached a decibel level that surely could be heard down at the stream, as hard tools relentlessly dug out the last vestige of their innocence. What they were yet to find out was that they would be mastered again and again for the next three nights as part of the chosen warriors strength preparation for their mission.

The drums suddenly stopped. Loud trilling could be heard from the banks of the stream below, and the ceremony was complete.

Winston spent the next three days in a separate longhouse, recovery from the ordeal he had agreed to undertake to serve his struggling revolutionary forces, while Otetiani and his twelve chosen, now anointed and empowered warriors, prepared to go on the warpath – and the twelve newly deflowered initiates recovered from their manning into the tribe.

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When we arrived at the lake house, we crawled out of the van like we were drunk. Mary was especially wobbly booted. She got out still totally naked. She had dried cum on her face and in her hair. Allen halved carried her into the house. Johnny suggested we all go out in the lake for a boat ride. I said that first Mary and I should change into our new bikinis. Johnny told us to go upstairs for more privacy. I really liked the way he took charged and was looking out for me. As we climbed the stairs, Mary was making soft squishing sounds as she walked. There was a cum trail following her. She had cum leaking from her quim, running down the insides of both her legs and dripping on the floor. We picked out a room went in and closed the door.

As soon as we were alone, Mary began to quiz me. I was all smiles as I told her about Johnny’s mammoth cock and the two loads of thick cream I swallowed in the van. I asked her if she wanted a turn with him. ‘I don’t think I will get the opportunity,’ she said. ‘I think have to spend all my time between Luke, Dan and Allen, especially, Allen!’ ‘Joy he has the biggest dick I have ever seen or had rammed up my pussy and then there’s Dan.’ ‘What about Dan,’ I asked. ‘Joy, I didn’t even get a chance to see his,’ Mary replied with anticipation. ‘Allen, is that big?’ I asked with enthusiasm. Mary went on to explain that it felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat head up her while he as screwing her. ‘Here, try a sample of his mess,’ Mary said, as she lay back onto the bed spreading her legs.

I knelt on the bed and lowered my face to her wet, stretched womanhood. I stuck out my tongue and licked the outside clean before digging in for the ‘REAL’ thing. It was delicious. I started to suck her clit. Mary rose up on her elbows and big, white globs of Allen’s cum rolled out and into my hungry, waiting mouth. As I licked and sucked her, I started inserting my fingers into her pussy. I finally touched Mary’s ‘G-spot.’ A moment later, her body began to shake and she convulsed into another earth, shattering orgasm. This time she squealed as her cum squirted out onto my face, hair and into my mouth. At the same time I felt my own man clit harden and release its load into my ass crack, flooding my panties. I didn’t even have to touch it! Mary got up and kissed me. Her tongue was tracing the outlines of my face and collecting her remains. She then placed her tongue on my lips. I opened up and she shared herself with me as a reward. Mary pulled out and broke up the moment. She shot me her wicked gin. I responded with a giggle and said, ‘We are just a couple of CUM SLUTS!’ We both laughed. Then we kissed. ‘Let’s get changed,’ I spoke loudly, ‘I don’t want to miss any of the action.’

Mary reached into her bag and gave me a ‘Kotex.’ ‘Here Joy, this will help explain your condition.’ I put the sanitary napkin into the crotch of my suit. Upon adjusting my cock, I was able to hide it quite nicely. ‘Are you ever going to tell him?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I replied, ‘I’m not going to worry; I just going to let you take the lead.’ Mary looked at me disapprovingly. She then smiled and kissed me again.

I put my halter top on and Mary arranged my little, pointy titties. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. Not bad I thought for being a boy. The suit I chose was royal blue with pink polka dots. The blue in the suit really highlighted my baby-blue eyes. I re-applied my lipstick. I was getting good at transforming. Mary joined me in the bathroom. ‘I think I’ll clean up before I rejoin the boys,’ Mary insisted. I agreed. Mary had that ‘Just Fucked’ look, raised to the Power of 4. ‘I can’t count the number of times I have cummed so far today,’ Mary announced boastfully. I smiled but I also began to feel a hint of envy. It was then, my thoughts of Johnny’s, larger than life, manhood took control. I excused myself and hurried back downstairs to the party.

Let me take a minute to mention the house. It was no ordinary lake house. It was tremendous. The outside was stone. As you entered though the front doors, there was an entrance way which led to a sunken living area. In the middle of the room was a giant round, stone, fire pit. Above the pit was a huge copper collector for the smoke. In the rear of this room, three large French doors opened onto the deck. The whole house set up on the hillside over-looking Deep Creek Lake. There were three bedrooms and three baths upstairs, a master bedroom suite on the first floor, as well as, a study, large dining room, an enormous kitchen, the living room and a game room, with a pool table in the center. Oh, how much I hoped to make use of the pool table!

As I entered the room, I find the four guys lying on the built in sofas. I indicated I had arrived. It was nice because my presence alone made them stir and awake from the stupor that engulfed them. Johnny stood up, came to me, hugged me and gave me one of those ‘I missed you’ kisses. I asked them what was wrong and they told me that Mary had worn them out. I held back my laugh. I knew what was going to take place when Mary came down. Johnny offered me a drink. I told him I wasn’t in the mood for a Coke. He said that he meant an alcoholic drink. I said O.K. and we went to the bar.

Back then when we drank at home we usually drank Vodka. The reason being, if you took your parents Vodka, you could replenish the contents with water and they would not know it. Johnny asked if I’d like a screw driver. I gave him my stern look and said that I wasn’t in the mood right then, but in a while I would reconsider his proposal. ‘No, knucklehead, I mean the drink made with Vodka and orange juice.’ Johnny was back in charge. I nodded yes and he made me a tall one. We went back with the guys and Dan offered me a joint. I told him I didn’t smoke and I had never tried POT. He laughed and told me, ‘Try it, you’ll like it.’ I hesitated a moment and then agreed to try it. He lit one up and passed it to me. I took a puff and coughed. They all laughed at me. Now, I was determined to do it. I took another drag and this time held it in. The guys applauded. That gave me the confidence to take a massive toke. Afterwards, my head began to lighten and I had to sit. Wow, I was stoned! I quickly took a big slug of my screwdriver. Between the booze and the POT, I was feeling happy and painless. As we spoke, I noticed I was babbling. Johnny leaned over, kissed me and expressed concern for my state of mind. I rebuked him stating that I was fine. It must be them. They couldn’t hold their liquor. That statement brought another round of laughter from my audience. I decided to change the subject. ‘How do you guys like my new bikini,’ I inquired. One by one I received a critique. I smiled at each of their comments. Overall, the vote was a resounding affirmative. I said that it fit like a glove. At which Dan came close and began to feel my body to see its tightness. I immediately responded to his touch. I reach up and rubbed his crotch. Seeing this, Johnny stood and told Dan to back off. ‘Quit messing with my woman,’ he said. I look at him and felt a special feeling for my main man. I wanted to take Johnny aside and show him my appreciation. However, right then Mary entered the room and the mood changed quickly.

Mary’s bikini left nothing to the imagination. The three triangles hid nothing. It was white and against her tanned body looked absolutely stunning. I even felt my own cock start to get excited.

‘I thought we were going out in the boat?’ Mary asked. All four of the guys jump up with rekindled energy. I guess I still had a lot to learn?

We walked down to the dock. Johnny took his place at the helm. I sat next to him up front. Mary sat behind me. Luke and Dan took seats behind Johnny. Allen released the lines, pushed off and jumped aboard sitting next to Mary. We sped away bouncing across the water. I turned and watched Mary’s tits keep time with the boat’s movements. The boys couldn’t take their eyes of her. We cruised for several minutes. Rounding a bend, Johnny pulled into a secluded cove.

Dan expressed an opinion, ‘It’s awfully hot!’ With that, he dropped trowel and dove in the water. Allen quickly followed but both Johnny and Luke hesitated.

Johnny turned to me and asked was I going in? ‘I don’t know,’ I replied. I showed him the big bulge of the napkin and he shook his head in agreement. ‘I’ll stay with you Joy,’ was all Johnny said.

Luke just sat there staring at Mary. ‘Here,’ Mary pushed out her chest a cupped her boobs in her hands. Luke didn’t have to be told twice. He lowered his head and started sucking Mary’s tit through the suit. As she got turned on, Mary reached for Luke’s crotch and was rubbing his bulge. Luke stood up, loosened his pants and dropped them to the deck. Mary wasted no time as she opened her mouth and swallowed Luke’s dick.

Johnny and I just watched the show. I looked over and saw that he was hard. I reached out and stroked his cock through his pants. As Luke was cumming in Mary’s mouth, I was easing Johnny’s wondrous cock out of its holster. I stuck out my tongue and licked the pre-cum of its head. Next, I kissed and licked my way down his shaft. As I reached his balls, I sucked in each of them. Johnny was giving up a low moan. As I went back to its head, I put my lips around it. Immediately, Johnny grabbed my head and forced me up and down. On about the tenth time, he started cumming. I ate the whole thing. I rose up and looking into the rear of the boat caught Mary on her back admonishing Luke for his premature ejaculation. I eased over the seat catch, leaned down and kissed Mary in the mouth, sharing Johnny’s cum with her We broke it and looked at one another and just said, ‘WOW!’

Johnny had taken off his pants, eased over the seat, spread Mary’s thighs and pushed his renewed hard cock into Mary’s pussy. Looking at me, he said, ‘Well, I can’t fuck you, so Mary’s pussy looked mighty inviting.’ I just smiled.

I leaned over and grabbed Luke’s ever growing cock and said ‘Two can play this game!’ I slowly lowered my mouth on Luke’s cock.

With all the action in the boat, Dan and Allen quickly rejoined us. Allen stuck his cock in Mary’s mouth. She opened wide and swallowed. I grabbed Dan and was alternating between Luke and his cock. All four guys started cumming at the same time. I tried in vain to suck down their cum. Most of it I just let hit my face and chest. Mary sucked all of Allen’s spunk, while Johnny shot his load deep into her pussy.

When they had all finished and sat up, Mary told me to lie down. I did and she crawled over and lowered her cream pie onto my face. I opened my mouth and started eating. ‘I thought it was only fair that I share your cum with Joy.’ I heard Mary say to Johnny.

I could have cared less at that moment. I was concentrating on Mary’s sweet pussy and Johnny’s creamed filled topping.

When I sucked Mary’s clit she screamed and released another dose of her love juice into my mouth. I cleaned her up and sat up in the boat. The guy’s just stared at me. They had never seen ‘lesbian’ action first hand. ‘Did you all enjoy the show,’ I commented as I returned each of their looks. Before they could answer I spoke again. ‘Why don’t you guys give Mary and me a show of our own?’ They gave me that quizzical look. ‘Why don’t you pair up and suck off each other?’

That caught them off guard. None of them were ready for that and they looked at each other and wondered. I think Luke was ready to suck off Allen but Johnny broke up the moment when he got back behind the wheel and started the boat. ‘We better get going.’

‘I don’t want to be here when the state police show up and we are sucking each other’s cock!’ Everyone started to laugh. Mary looked at me and gave me a wink. I smiled back as I licked my lips.

We arrived back at the dock. I was the only one not totally naked. I got out of the boat and ran up to the house. The others scrambled around sorting out their clothing. As I reached the door, it opened and a handsome older man was standing there. ‘Hi!’ ‘I’m Johnny’s dad.’ ‘Who are you and where’s my boy?’ I explained that the others were cleaning out the boat. I told him I needed to use the bathroom. He told me where to go and said for me to follow him. I looked back and saw that the others were just starting to put on their clothes. I grabbed Johnny’s dad’s hand and led him into the house. I didn’t realize he had seen the others.

We went down the hall and I went into the bathroom. I dropped my bikini bottoms and sat on the toilet. I was thinking that my quick action had prevented Johnny’s dad from seeing the others. Just then the door opened. Johnny’s dad slipped in and stood before me. ‘Why are all the others at the boat naked?’ I looked up and all I saw was that Johnny’s dad’s cock was rock hard and straining to get out of his pants. ‘I can’t really tell you but I can show you.’ I reached out and fondled his tool. He closed his eyes and softly moaned.

He reached his zipper, opened it and allowed me access. I reached in and released it. His cock was even bigger then his son’s. I gushed as I leaned forward. I licked the tip before opening my mouth and swallowing another monster. It didn’t take long before I was treated to another large load of male love juice. I licked up the remains and put his cock back into his pants. He patted my head, told me what an expert cock sucker I was and slipped back out of the door. After finishing in the bathroom, I came out to find no one around. Johnny’s dad had ‘cum’ and gone!

I came back to the door and met the gang walking up the hill. I didn’t tell them about my latest encounter.

When asked about the plans, Johnny suggested a cook out. Everyone one was for it. Mary and I hustled up the stairs to shower and change. As soon as we got to the room, I told her about sucking off Johnny’s dad. ‘I wonder if his mom will show up.’ Mary and I just laughed.

We already had more fun than should be allowed and the night was still young. I wondered what further mischief we could get into. I was soon to find out.

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It was a hot Saturday night and I was horny as hell. I went on chatting with guys and I found him. He was a young Pakistani student in his third year faculty of science. It did not take me a while to realize that we had many similar interests and fantasies. He gave me his phone number and I called him right away. It was past midnight and I was not alone at home because I was taking care of my Mother. He asked me if I could come over. I said what are you going to do? He answered me with his sexy accent ‘you will see.’

It did not take me long to find his place. It was lit outside and I decided to park on the street. I went and knocked on the door. It was opened from inside and I heard a man telling me to enter. When I entered, I saw a beautiful young man in his mid twenties wearing nothing but a towel. He said to me with a hot sexy voice ‘let us go to the room, I got other people here.’ I walked up stairs and could not remove my eyes from his beauty. He was typical Middle Eastern dark skinned hairy man. He was not muscular but well defined with dark nipples and hairs on his chest and abdomen. A well defined trail of dark hair appeared to run from his mid abdomen to his public hair. He was sure that the towel revealed the bulge in his front and the sexy opening of the end of his back which was covered with hair.

We went inside the room and he lit a candle so I could see his face. The moment I looked at his face I could not hold my self and I kissed him! He was my typical fantasy face with a curly dark hair, hot lips, beautiful eyes, a goatee and a sexy smile. Looking at his chest I noticed that he shaved around his nipples that were big and dark. He held me back and sucked my lips and tongue. I took of his towel and carried him to the bed. He raised his legs and let my hands cuddle his hairy ass cracks on the way. He was fully hard with a nine inches large cock.

On the bed, he stripped me and left me in my underwear. We continued to kiss and fondle each other. The man was very clean and he told me that he took a hot shower. Still, he smelled wonderfully. He said it was a secret Indian perfume. I could not resist the body of this young man. I wanted to treat him special before going any further and I pulled a small jar of honey and started messaging his body with it. I put a lot of honey on his ass hole licked it. He said that he liked to be rimmed while sucking my dick. It was perfect match because I like guys to suck me dry while rimming them. He also said that he had some fantasies to fulfill. He asked me to put peanut butter on and around his ass and genitals and eat it entirely. He came and brought special crunchy peanut butter. It was small but I made sure to empty the jar. He took some and put it around my dick and balls then moved his finger and cuddled my ass nicely. He made sure that some of the meal goes inside my clean ass and I did the same to him.

He sat on my face and started sucking me. I wasted no time working on his ass and around his ass. I started making circles while eating the butter from his hairy ass cracks. I continued for some time slowly savouring the unique taste and aroma. I then pushed lightly with my tongue and ate right from his ass hole. It was clean and all the chunks of

Peanut butter came out. He was licking at my ball and then started doing the same to my ass hole. He asked me if he could finger me. I said with pleasure. He started with one finger then used the other one. I told him to fuck me. He spread my ass and went inside me with his large dick. I made sure he used protection. I then asked him to take the missionary position so I could see and kiss him. He wanted me to play with his prostate

While fucking me so we could come together! He spread my legs and went in while I brought his back closer to me, spread his legs and started fingering his ass. I found his prostate and started moving my finger around. He replied by moving his dick inside me.

It was sensational to both of us. We came fast and blew big loads.

Being both young and horny. We decided to go at it again. He surprised me when he said that he liked to do it at the roof of the house and that people would be sleeping and would not see us. Again I decided to carry him to the roof. We were kissing lustfully and he was grabbing my ass hole. He wanted me to fuck him this time. We spread small carpet on the roof and it was breathy summer day. I could see the moon. Trees around the house covered us from other houses. The movement and the smell of the trees added to the hotness of the moment. I fucked him and drained his nuts. Then and for the third time I asked me if we could jerk off on the top of the tree? I was surprised to hear that. He asked me to wait and went down stairs. He came up with a tee put and a rope. The tee smelled cinnamon! He told me to stand at the tree and spread my legs. He pulled a jar of honey and blended it with the tee. He asked me to sit on the tee pot and warm up my ass and my genitals. I sat there for few minutes while the hot liquid and the aroma went deep around my private area. He then asked me to use the rope and message my ass softly with it. He said it was a trick he uses to make the ass area more sensitive. The rope was not hard but was made of special kind of materials that made the tee and the honey around my ass appear like a glue of paint. He asked me to stand at the tree again and started licking my ass. I wanted to do the same to him. We used a stronger rope and tied it around us and held the rope at a strong branch of the tree. Then we climbed the tree and held the rope around us like a j- string passing from our ass. He suddenly flipped over in the air. He was an acrobat! We were held by the rope and he wanted me to do some erotic acrobatic movements. Then he suddenly turned around and held tight on the tree and asked me to lick his ass. The smell of cinnamon and special Indian tee with honey made his ass look and smell so sexy. I could not resist and I came without touching my self. He was coming too.

We went down stairs. He asked me if I can tie him! I did not mind. He asked me one more thing that I can do. He asked me if I can shave his ass. He made me shave his ass without cleaning it from the honey and tee. It was mesmerizing! He surprised me when he opened another jar under his bed. The jar smelled heavenly aroma. The man has retained his ass hair for the last year along with that of his fuck bodies. He wanted to shave me and add the hair to the collection. I did not mind but I asked me if I could get some as souvenir. He took some and brought his underwear and put special glue on it. He glued the hair of his ass hole and his lovers’ ass hole on his used underwear and signed his name.

He asked me to go around town in my car wearing nothing but his underwear. I did not mind. It was 4 am in the morning and no one was awake. I drove around in my car. We wore nothing but his used underwear and mine. We made love in the car and then went to a rocky place on the beach and made love again. We slept like stone on that beach until 7 am in the morning. Luckily it was secluded and isolated. When we woke up I was surprised to see him doing his acrobatic thing in the nude. He was dancing and stretching.

He spread his ass for me and put two fingers inside. I jumped in the air like a dog and went on him for the sixth time. It was a blast. We then drove back home and slept like stone. When we woke up we had sex again. Then we went to the fridge and had a large meal. He asked me to stay over for the night because people were away that day. I stayed and played with him for another fun night.

Later on he gave me his tea secret and told me to use it with my partners. He said that it had special spice that, when mixed with honey and cinnamon, work as aphrodisiac both ways. dirking that tea or ass fucking it would produce the same wonder! I also kept his hot unique underwear in a spacial container. He gave me some aroma to make the smell go stronger day after day. I used his tea and his underwear as aphrodisiac for my future lovers.

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(For a companion story, see ‘Bite of the Schlange’)

None of the young men who climbed the hill above the harbor at Starigard were music aficionados; they were all just curious about who had taken up residence in the castle. Of the bit more than thirty men coming up from folding nets in their fishing boats tied up in the harbor or from across the fields of Hvar Island, a beautiful, wild, and very remote isle off the Dalmatian coast in the Adriatic Sea, none either took notice of or, at least, remarked at who had received invitations. The cream of the island’s young manhood. Comely and strong and well-formed young men all. And from all walks of the island’s somewhat primitive life, from the fishermen to the shepherds to the merchantmen’s pampered sons.

For weeks Starigard and its surrounds had been abuzz with rumors about who had moved into the castle above the harbor. All they had heard was that it was Count Schlange, but the island had never before been visited by anyone of nobility, and no one could imagine what their picturesque, yet simple world would have to offer anyone of noble birth. They were of hardworking, albeit unusually handsome stock, living by the muscles of their bodies and the sweat of their brows.

The rumors did have a somewhat sinister aspect to them, though, no doubt brought about by the count’s men, who had been seen in brief glimpses working about the castle grounds and pulling provisions up from the imposing black-painted vessel floating in the center of the harbor, which had heralded the arrival of the castle’s new master. Massive, broad-chested, hefty-thighed, hooded, swarthy men, swathed from head to toe in black and casting glowering, penetrating looks that did not invite questions or friendly prattle and caused one to look quickly away.

No sign of hospitality from the brooding castle for weeks and then the surprising invitations, the puzzling invitations. Fifty of the region’s most handsome, most well-formed young men had received invitations to attend a concert evening at the castle on the next moonless night. A concert evening. Invitations not to any Starigard resident of remote culture and refinement, of which there were almost none, and not to any of the island’s comely lasses, at least some of whom might appreciate the music. But to fifty of the region’s young fishermen, shepherds, farmers, and shop apprentices only.

None of these young men had heard of the rising fame of the composer Richard Wagner, let alone his minor, never performed composition, the Siren Song Symphony, inspired, it was said, by the legend of the Lorelei, the sirens that charmed sailors to their deaths on rocks at a particularly treacherous bend of the Rhine River. But some thirty of those who had received invitations were curious enough – and brave enough, considering the somewhat foreboding vibes drifting down the hillside from the castle – to suffer a bit of culture to see this reclusive foreign count for themselves and to check out what he had done to make the castle habitable after three decades of disuse.

As the thirty-some handsome men moved up the hillside or across the fields and under the castle portcullis and into the stone-paved castle courtyard, it appeared that the count had done nothing at all to stave off the ravages of time pulling at the castle. Everything was in mid rot and decay, loose stones fallen from the battlements lying about in disarray and weeds struggling up from the cracks in the paving stones. Two of the count’s hulking minions, heads partially shrouded in the hoods of their black, full-length capes, stood beside seven-foot torches at either side of the wooden doors leading into the castle’s main banquet hall.

The faint hint of music wafted out from the hall through the open doors, merely a wisp of sound at the beginning, but haunting and beckoning, causing the boisterous chatter of the arriving men to dull to a hushed murmur and drawing them to the steps up from the courtyard into the banquet hall. None had heard music like this before. It was beautiful, enchanting, stroking. The rugged young men of the island were mesmerized by its call to them.

Silently, the thirty young men and more, subdued and awed now, filed into the banquet hall and found seats in front of a small orchestra set between them and a curtained stage. The contrast of the lushly appointed hall, with its rich mahogany walls, massive tapestries, and blood-red carpeting and velvet upholstery on sensuously curved, white-painted and gold-gilded chairs, against the raw, rough-stoned clutter of the courtyard was unnerving and callowing for the young men of the island who knew nothing of culture but only of a rough, muscle-straining life of hard work.

They were awed by everything, as the music invaded and swirled around in their brains. The thousand candles in the gilded chandeliers high overhead both sharpened and softened the magnificence and mystery around them. Two of the count’s hulky minions were stationed at the corners of the stage, almost completely hidden within their hooded cloaks. And the eyes of the young men that scanned across the upper reaches of the chamber could barely discern another black-cloaked figure in the shadows of an overhead gallery. The count himself, perhaps? No one other than the young men themselves and those two hulking figures at the side of the stage had put in an appearance yet.

No one other than the small orchestra itself, of course, which was producing that divine, enticing, possessing music. If any of the young men knew anything of culture and of chamber music, they would have been instantly perplexed by the orchestra. But, of course, all of this was well beyond any of their understanding. The orchestra was certainly producing the loveliest of music, but it was not music that the orchestra members themselves could hear. All of them were wearing muffs over their ears that was blocking the notes they were playing. Master musicians all, they were playing in perfect harmony wholly by following the beating of the similarly deafened conductor’s baton as he moved across the bars of the opening movement of the Siren Song Symphony.

Everyone gathered and completely possessed by the sound of the music, the orchestra started into the second movement. The young men had been completely absorbed in the conclusion of the first moment. It had had a strange effect on them all that they had never felt before. They felt warm – no, almost hot. No, not hot really, more like in heat.

To a man, they were feeling the music deep inside them. And it was making their virile sap rise. The music was invading them with sensations and images of lust and passion, and not a lust and passion like they had ever experienced before. They now, increasingly, were letting their glances, their eyes slitted with interest and speculation, wander about the audience of thirty-some young men in the peak of conditioning and comeliness. Without a bashfulness and reserve that they otherwise would have brought to bear to hold themselves in check, even if they had formed an attraction for manflesh at all, they were now making eye contact with each other, choosing and being chosen, offering and being seduced. Still only in glances. But some of them were already loosening their clothing, unbuttoning what had been put together as their best effort at being presentable, and loosening shirt and breeches, slowly bringing relief to the heat and hardening pressures of their virile young bodies.

As the second movement of the Siren Song Symphony opened, a new, enchanting tone was added to the orchestra. The sound of a heavenly human voice. A male voice, but a clear, rich tenor, singing in words that grabbed at the hearts and guts of the young men in the audience even though the language was unknown to them; notes registered deep in the baritone range now, but unmistakably by a tenor who promised high, soaring notes that would transport the audience to another plane, to another world.

On the audience side of the curtain, the concert-goers, all magnificent young men in their prime, listened to and were captured by the singing from the other side, singing the likes of which they never before had heard, not knowing why they were being mesmerized by the siren song or why it was making their sap rise, their lust sharpen, and their fellow audience members so attractive and compelling.

Before the young men’s eyes, the orchestra floor started to slowly sink into a pit between the audience and the stage. The lights in the hall dimmed almost mysteriously, or, rather, they were dimmed in contrast to the brighter lights from the stage as the count’s men slowly drew open the curtains and revealed the tenor.

The tenor, slung back on a massive, velvety-plush ottoman, back arched, arms dragging the carpeted stage floor, head tipped back onto the floor, and mouth wide open, singing his siren song, lifting his voice higher and higher. His voice rising up the scale, as a veritable satyr of a man, swarthy, broad-chested, hairy chest and legs, cloven feet, whipping tail, and short, pointed horns, hunched between the tenor’s legs. The satyr’s long, beefy arms were wrapped around the thighs of the lithe, blond, perfectly formed tenor, keeping the tenor’s thighs spread, as the satyr plowed the channel of the siren songster with sweeping upswings of a long, thick sword of a cock. With each thrust of his cock, the tenor’s voice rose in scale and volume, his captivating siren song swirling around the stage and down into the audience.

The hall was awash now in nude and partially clothed young men, set free by the strength of what they heard and saw to fall lustily on each other. The audience was ripping away cloth and feasting lustily on the bodies of each other, writhing and sucking and fucking, as the siren song lifted them higher and higher.

The tenor reached the end of a passage and rested his voice as the orchestra picked up the siren song melody and increased the beat, increased the heat and lust and full rut permeating the hall. The satyr took the tenor’s hips in his hands, sliding his hips back and forward, exploring, squeezing. The tenor gripped the satyr’s hands and started another passage of song, in a lower register now. A rhythmic, pulsing melody, rising higher as the satyr’s fingers moved to the tenor’s rim. The tenor was swaying to the music he and the orchestra were weaving as the satyr dug long, thick, hairy-knuckled fingers inside the tenor’s channel and his mouth closed over the tenor’s delicate little cock. The tenor sang masterfully as the satyr sucked him dry, but he sang best when the satyr once again was crouched between his thighs, pounding his weapon rhythmically in and out of the tenor’s tight channel, rocking in and out, in time with the tenor’s siren song.

The four figures that had stood guard, the two at the door and the two at the corners of the stage, had thrown off their cloaks and were revealed to be bulky satyrs all, almost identical to the one plowing the tenor on stage. They moved around the rim of the hall, picking and choosing as they watched the teeming, steamy mass of young male flesh rising and falling in a loose pile of urgent need and passion in the center of the hall.

The four pulled away, however, as Count Schlange slowly descended a shadow-swathed staircase from the gallery, cloak swirling about him and circled the writhing pile at the center of the hall. His discerning eyes honed in on the most beautiful, perfectly formed man of the island, a fisherman named Andro. The count pointed, and the four satyrs descended on the chosen one, separated him from the teeming mass, and carried him, struggling now in recognition of some sort of danger, back up the stairs to the gallery. The count glided up the stairs behind them.

Andro moaned and nearly swooned as the Schlange dropped his cloak as he reached the top of the stairs. The young man was facing an alien monster, both frightening and awesome. He had a magnificent man’s physique of god-like proportions. But his skin had a green, scaly tinge to it. His face was flat and handsome and ugly all at the same time – nostrils, but practically no nose. And as he reared back from the initial reaction of his prey, the alien’s almost-lipless mouth opened and a red, forked tongue darted out.

A trembling Andro looked down to the monster’s center and would have collapsed on trembling knees if two satyrs weren’t holding him fast. As he watched, a thick rope of whatever was between the monster’s legs started unwinding and reaching out to him across the length of the galley. At the head of the extending snake of an appendage was a bulbous mushroom cap, unmistakably a cock, but out of the piss slit of this mushroom cap flicked a red, forked tongue.

Andro opened his mouth to scream, but before he could do so, he was entrapped by the siren song. The tenor voice from the stage, lifting to new, high notes promising a thundering climax under the attention of the satyr fucking him, was now joined in mesmerizing harmony by a smooth baritone humming flowing from the Schlange himself.

The long phallic rope had reached the young fisherman now and was winding around his belly, a lengthy section at the end free and flicking its tongue on the fisherman’s torso. After Andro’s belly was fully encoiled, the young man was lifted by the strength of the monster’s appendage from the grip of the two satyrs and he was pulled, suspended in the air, toward the waiting Schlange. The four satyrs melted toward the staircase.

In short order, that they had made choices in the teeming pile below was signaled by the lifting of four moaning, groaning young male voices of men being fully and deeply taken above the hubbub of the fucking pile, rising in perfect harmony with the tenor’s siren song from the stage.

The Schlange had lulled his choice to full submission as he brought the young man into his breast. The monster opened his mouth, revealing another flicking, red forked tongue, which flicked Andro’s nipples, as the head of his belly-encased cock glided down the small of Andro’s back and snaked into Andro’s channel. Andro’s torso arched back toward the floor as the Schlange’s mouth tongue flicked down his belly and up Andro’s long, hard shaft. Andro’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned and groaned as the Schlange’s flicking cock tongue moved up, up, up into the young man’s intestines. Simultaneously, the tip of the Schlange’s mouth tongue latched onto Andro’s dick head and entered Andro’s piss slit and flicked its way deep down Andro’s urethra and into the interior of his ball sac. A gasping Andro was burbling up hot cum as the Schlange, murmuring his baritone siren song, was sucking up the young man’s virility with his mouth tongue and releasing his venom deep at the intestines of the young fisherman with his cock tongue.

The Schlange extracted his mouth tongue and flicked it lovingly across the perfectly sculpted curves and crevices of the young fisherman’s hard-as-marble torso, reveling in his choice. Andro whimpered quietly in his embrace. The Schlange was singing softly to him, the love duet of the Siren Song Symphony’s third movement, matching his voice to the now-weaker high notes coming from the tenor on the stage below, still relentlessly being fucked by an insatiable satyr. All was quiet on the main floor of the hall now, most of the exhausted concert-goers having been lulled into unconsciousness by the music, all except for the groans and whimperings of the four young beleaguered men the other satyrs had chosen to ride hard and deep and for hours yet to come.

Andro started to stir and fuss as the Schlange was coming into season again. The young man gasped and went rigid as the monster’s mouth tongue flicked into his piss slit again and snaked its way down into the virile man’s rejuvenating seed center. The Schlange was lapping inside Andro’s sac, teasing the flow of the once-strong, now-weakening fisherman. Andro made one last, unsuccessful attempt to raise his arms, to form fists, but he collapsed with a little cry, and a groan, and shallow panting for breath as the Schlange’s cock tongue began moving again, deeper, deeper in his intestines, reaching for his stomach, to plant the seed of the Schlange’s next sowing even closer to the center of the young man’s being. The Schlange had selected well; this one was prime; he could go on all night.

In the light of the next day, life was back to normal on the Isle of Hvar. All that the young men of Starigard remembered of their evening was that the music was tolerable and the evening was satisfying – although, for the life of them, they couldn’t remember why or give very satisfying answers to those who asked them questions about the castle and Count Schlange. If some of them were sore in a way they’d never been sore before, especially the four who had taken the fancy of the four satyrs, they couldn’t explain why and certainly didn’t want to talk about such pains to anyone else.

All was back to normal except for the tragedy of Hvar having lost the best of its young men, the fisherman Andro, apparently in an accident at sea. No one had seen him go out in his boat the previous night, but the fishermen who had launched their boats at the rise of the dawn had found Andro’s empty fishing skiff adrift at the entrance of the harbor.

When the count’s black ship glided out of the harbor the next day after his brief residence on the Adriatic island, five hulking, hooded figures could be seen on deck. But no one heard the quiet, baritone siren song being hummed belowdecks or viewed the sight of the magnificent and fearful green, scaly superhuman form as it hunched over the beautiful, docile, thoroughly exhausted and fading figure of the sighing, moaning, groaning missing pick of Hvar manhood, being fully possessed yet again by swirling, venom-flowing, flicking appendages, double-fucking deep inside pulsating intestines and urethra channel.

The Schlange sighed. Another successful shopping trip. A little thrill of release swept over him when he came again deep inside his beautiful young, most-desirable-of-the-region prey and started building up his insatiable lust once more, as Andro burbled softly at the repeated gut-deep takings. The Schlange was pleased and decided to pace himself so that this one would last at least until the ship reached Venice.

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I used to work in a big multinational corporation. At that time, I had quite a few problems in my personal life and I could not concentrate on my job. Soon, it became obvious to all my colleagues that my days at the company were numbered.

One day, the boss’s secretary informed me that he wanted to see me. His patience had run out. I went to his office right away. He was sitting at his desk.

‘Come in and lock the door behind you, Jones,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to beat around the bush, son. I have decided to relieve you of your duties!’

‘I can’t afford to lose this job, sir,’ I said trembling.

‘I’m sorry, son. I have no other choice. Unless…’

‘Unless what, sir?’ I asked.

‘Unless you’re willing to make some sacrifices, Jones.’

‘I’ll do anything, sir!’

‘How about a blowjob, then?’

I had no alternative. I could not stand unemployment. I had to go along with his wishes.

‘Coming right up, sir!’ I said with a slavish tone in my voice.

Mr. Roberts got up from his desk and approached me. I knelt down, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his briefs. His cock was semi-hard. I grabbed it and stroked his balls with my other hand. Seconds later, he was standing at attention. I jerked him off slowly. I was driving him crazy.

‘Take my dick in your mouth or say goodbye to your job!’ he said angrily.

Hastily, I opened my mouth and he buried his shaft in it. Mr. Roberts started fucking my mouth ruthlessly. I felt his cock-head hitting hard at the back of my throat.

‘Fuck my cock in your mouth, Jones!’ he screamed.

I moved my lips up and down his tool, flicking my tongue at it, from time to time. With each thrust, I could feel his balls punching at my chin.

‘Yeah! Suck it good, Jones!’ said my boss, as his oral attacks became faster and faster.

‘Now, let’s see what you’ve got back there!’ he said laughing. ‘Take off your clothes and sit on my desk.’ I obeyed. ‘Now, rest on your back and spread your legs. Your ass is mine, Jones!’ he uttered and that wasn’t just a figure of speech.

I closed my eyes, as his hard cock touched my asshole. It was my last chance to leave but I had no intention of doing that. I would sacrifice my ass to keep my job. While I was thinking about it, my boss shoved his cock-head in my ass.

‘Nice and tight, eh Jones? Remind me to give you a raise. I really appreciate a tight, male ass!’ he said and with a violent thrust he pushed the full length of his thick dick in my asshole.

‘Give it to me, sir! Fuck me with your big, hard cock!’ I screamed.

My boss was in a frenzy of lust. He was sodomizing me, stretching my virgin hole to the limit. After a few minutes, I got used to this strange sensation and began to enjoy myself.

‘Fuck my ass! Harder! Deeper!’ I said, moaning with pleasure.

Mr. Roberts fulfilled my wish, fucking my ass harder than before.

‘Now, turn around and bend over the desk, Jones! I wanna have full view of your ass while I slide my dick up your asshole!’ he said, really excited.

I followed his orders. Mr. Roberts grabbed my cheeks and resumed pounding my hole. He was so horny that he started slapping my ass, after each powerful thrust.

‘Shake your ass, Jones! Make me cum!’ he said.

While he fucked me, his balls slapped loudly against my ass. His thick cock-head penetrated my asshole again and again. He would pull out completely, smacking my cheeks with his shaft and then he would push it back in, enjoying the tight grip of my hole. His thrusts got faster and he began to growl.

‘Cum on my ass, sir! Spread your hot juice on my cheeks!’ I yelled. Mr. Roberts gave a few final thrusts and then he pulled out, spewing his white load all over my ass.

‘Clean off my rod, Jones!’ he shouted.

I knelt down once again and sucked the last drops of cum from his cock. My boss fucked my mouth for one final time with his still-hard tool. Then, he pulled out rubbing his cock-head on my lips.

‘You did a fine job, Jones! I decided not to fire you after all. Just keep your ‘back door’ open!’ he concluded, laughing loudly.

‘I sure will, sir!’ I said and left the office.

It all started in a hot July day. I was on my way to the gay beach looking for some fun and I noticed this gorgeous stud waving to me on the side of the road wearing nothing but a tight old brief and a hat! His brief was worn out and revealed some of his pubic hair. Next to him there appeared to be a small bag. I stopped to answer his call. He asked me if I could give him a lift to a near by police station because he was out of town and his car was stolen from him! I could not belief what he said first, but the way he looked made me reconsider. He looked damn hot and his body revealed a very hot torso, somewhat hairy with half revealed pubic hair. He intentionally lowered his brief so I could see his ass crack! He was sweaty and the sun reflection on his sweat made him look even hotter.

The moment he jumped in my car he looked at me and smiled. He told me that his car was not stolen and he wanted to attract a guy like me and have sex with for the rest of the day. He fantasized about being hitch-hiked in the nude. I could not handle my self anymore after I heard what he said and I kissed him with lust while I put my hand in his brief. He responded by tongue kissing me and fondling in my ass. I did the same. I took him to my apartment that was near by and carried him with his bag in my arm. Luckily, every one was away and nobody saw us!

Once inside the apartment I gently put him on the floor and worked my tongue on him. He responded by tearing my shirt and shorts and left me with nothing but my worn underwear. I tongue bathed him from his toes working on his legs and thighs. He asked if he wanted me to take his underwear. I told him to wait. I wanted to tease him and I tongue messaged his underwear. I bathed his underwear with my saliva and licked his large dick and his balls. The smell was so strong that made me almost pass out from ecstasy. The guy made it sure not to shower that day. He still smelled clean sweaty manly musk. His smell radiated sex. I turned him to his back and started licking his armpits toward his ass crack. I kept him in his underwear and messaged his but with my tongue. Then I asked him to raise his legs and I digged my tongue in between his legs sniffing the hot aroma that came from his ass hole. I started coming right away and so did he. Both in our underwear! I took his underwear off and messaged his ass with my finger. He turned me around and started sucking my dick. In order to make it even hotter. I brought a bottle of red wine and dripped it on his ass. I put a class underneath and started drinking the wine. He took the rest of the red wine and dropped it on my dick and balls and licked them lustfully. We both smelled strong, but clean and sweaty man smell. The wine made

The moment 10 times hotter. I started to lick whatever left of the wine from his hairy ass.

The smell of the wine on his sweaty ass hole was something to delight. I wanted to last for days. Then we went and showered together.

I kept his underwear unwashed and gave mine to him. I asked him what was in the bag. He said: ‘Open it’ I opened it and found a collection of used under wears like the one he wore. I almost fainted! Man that was what I always wanted. I am attracted to men underwear. I even had a large collection from my fuck buddies and gym buddies. I made sure to ask him if I could keep them. He said yes. I gave him some of mine and from my previous fuck buddies. He asked me if he could spend a week in my apartment doing nothing but sex. I replied and said in one condition! You always wear a used underwear of mine and I wear one of yours.

The week went by and I would have sex with him everyday five times! It was unimaginable what we did. We both topped and bottomed. We worked out in the nude and we showered together. We slept in the nude hugging like lovers. During the night, we would go out and run in our underwear. One night, I went biking with him in the nude. He sat in front of me. I fucked him all the way to the beach. Then we went swimming and fucking in the water for the whole night. Returning home early morning, we biked back and I sat in front of him. He biked and fucked me at the same time. We both made a head cover from our used underwear and wore them like hats all the way home. Luckily no one saw us!

After he left me, we continued to meet occasionally and fuck and play. One day he was away and I was very horny. I decided to do something we did together while working out. I put a dildo inside my ass and wore one of his used undies. I was so hot I wanted him badly! I brought his bag and took his used under wears and tied them around my naked body. I put the smelliest one around my nose! I them started bench pressing and imagine d him sitting on my face. Then I had a better idea. I brought my abdominal work out machine and sat on it. I started crunching my abdomen. The movements that I made made the dildo move inside my ass and hit my prostate. I dripped pre-cum for minutes while abdominal crunching. My five senses were into the mood of sex-workout fun which we used to do together. The smell of his underwear tied around my nose, the picture of us naked – which I placed infront of me. I even recorded his voice! The sensation that my prostate gave me along with the movement of my abdomen were just beyond description. I came like a volcano and almost six times of mountains of man-milk.

I still was horny. It was 10 pm at night and decided to bike in the nude. I saw him near the place where I picked him up wearing nothing at all! He said to me that he called me and left a message. I did not hear him because I was occupied with my self fuck-workout.

He jumped on my bike. This time, he sat facing me! We were both nude and sweaty. It was hard to paddle but I had a long seat. We were tongue kissing all the way home. I brought him home. I went for another bottle of wine and bathed him with wine. We held each other and melted in the aroma of the red wine and our own sweat. We did not drink the wine this time. We took photos! I repeated the same thing with honey, milk, and chocolate syrup. We spent the entire summer together doing nothing but sex and wearing nothing but our used underwear.

To be continued later!

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I live in a small town of the Mid-west. The local football team is called ‘The Destroyers.’ Rumours had it that after a victorious game three of the players liked to have a good time with some of the fans. But they weren’t fond of cheerleaders or girls in general. They preferred to fuck a tight male ass. I was so intrigued by these rumours that I decided to give it a shot.

I bought a ticket for the upcoming game and when the big day arrived, I went to watch the team. Luckily, they won. This was the perfect opportunity. I couldn’t wait to be fucked by these well-built athletes. I was wearing a long, black coat and nothing but a g-string on the inside.

I waited till the rest of the team left the locker room. They were going to celebrate at a local bar. Without hesitation, I opened the door and went in. I saw three men sitting on a bench and talking. Apparently, they had just come out of the shower; they were half-naked and they had a white towel tied around the waist.

‘Hello, guys!’ I said. ‘I would like you to give me your autographs.’ They turned around and looked at me. By that time I had recognized the players. They were the ones I was hoping to meet, i.e. ‘the Three J’s’: Jeff, Jack and Joe. Instantly, I took off my coat, turned my back on them and bent over.

‘I want you to sign on my ass!’ I said smiling.

Jeff got up and said: ‘We’ll sign, all right. With our cocks!’

My plan was working perfectly. Soon I would taste their hard tools.

‘We’ll do this our way!’ Jeff said. ‘Jack, bring the necessary equipment.’

Jack opened one of the lockers and took out a small pillow, a couple of ropes and a bottle of baby oil. I was a little bit worried.

‘What do you need the ropes for?’ I asked.

‘We’re gonna tie you up on the bench and fuck your brains out!’ Jeff answered. ‘This is what you came for, isn’t it?’ Jack asked.

Tied up, I would be at their mercy but I didn’t care. I was willing to take that risk.

After all, I was dying for a good buttfuck.

‘Yeah!’ I said decisively.

‘Take off your g-string!’ Jack said. ‘Now lie on the bench, face down, and spread your hands and legs!’

I obeyed. Jack tied my hands and my feet around the bench. Then, he put the pillow beneath my ass. I couldn’t move and what is more, my legs were spread and my ass jutted out.

‘Absolutely perfect!’ Jeff said.

The time had come. Jeff and Joe took off their towels. Their dicks were already standing at attention. Jeff approached me and started rubbing his balls on my face. I tried to lick them but he wouldn’t let me. At the same time, Jack started rubbing my ass with baby oil. When he finished, he said:

‘All shiny and wet. Just like you want it, Jeff.’

Having said that, he now started rubbing his shaft on my asshole. The waiting was driving me crazy.

‘What are you waiting for?’ I protested. ‘Fuck my ass! Fuck my mouth! I like it nice and hard!’

‘You asked for it!’ Jeff said.

With an abrupt move, he stuffed his cock in my mouth. I sucked it as hard as I could. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and ordered me to lick his cock-head. I obeyed, licking it with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile, Jack had penetrated my ass. He took it slow in the beginning but after a little while his thrusts became stronger and stronger. My asshole was driving him nuts.

‘He’s tighter than I expected, Jeff!’ Jack said loudly.

I was so pleased that I urged him to go faster:

‘Faster! Give me all you got! Fuck my asshole real hard!’

During all this time, Joe stood there, naked, watching us and jerking off. He was a voyeur.

‘How about a piece of his ass, Jeff?’ Jack said.

Jeff couldn’t wait to fuck me. Jack pulled out of my ass and changed positions with Jeff. I wanted to tease him even more, so I said:

‘Slide your big, hard cock in my ass!’

Without wasting any time, Jeff buried his rod in my ass. He wasn’t as gentle as Jack. He began fucking me hard. I was having the time of my life.

‘Deeper! Deeper! Show no mercy!’ I screamed.

Jeff pounded my hole, pushing every last inch of his cock inside me. He had developed a powerful rhythm, fucking my ass and slapping it hard. Meanwhile, Jack was getting the best blowjob I could offer him. He had grabbed my head and he was pulling it over his thick dick. As he fucked my mouth, his balls slapped loudly against my chin.

‘Suck that cock, boy! Oh, yeah! I’m gonna cum, Jeff’ Jack said.

‘So am I!’ Jeff screamed.

‘Cum on my ass, Jeff! Spread your cream on my face, Jack!’ I moaned.

A few moments later, Jack shot his load, covering my face with his cum.

‘Touchdown!’ he yelled.

Simultaneously, Jeff gave me his final thrusts.

‘I’m gonna score, too!’ he said.

He took his shaft out of my ass and spread his hot fluid all over my asshole.

Meanwhile, Joe was still jerking off. Precum dripped from his rod. Having taken care of the rest, I decided to pay attention to him.

‘Approach the bench, Joe!’ I said. ‘I want to swallow your cum.’

Joe jerked off for a few seconds and then he screamed:

‘Open wide!’

Instantly, his cock pumped out thick spurts of cum inside my mouth. I swallowed every last drop. Now, everyone was satisfied. The ‘Three J’s’ had scored in the locker room once again, ‘destroying’ my tight hole.

Sergeant Able had been one of the last of the Union soldiers off the North River Bridge over the south fork of the Shenandoah River, where it was formed by the meeting of Broad Run and the South River. The Union troops under Brigadier General Erastus Tyler had made a stab across the middle of Virginia to try to trap the legendary Confederate general Stonewall Jackson and had only managed to back themselves to the in-flood south fork of the Shenandoah. Tyler had counted on being joined by Fremont’s army, which never appeared. Now Tyler’s forces had to get across the one bridge on the Shenandoah at Port Republic to escape a pincher movement of southern troops coming up from the south and down from the north on the river’s western bank.

Once across the river, Tyler’s forces had to quickstep back to Harrisonburg to avoid being enveloped by Jackson’s army. The pursued had become the pursuer.

Sergeant Able’s problem was that he couldn’t quickstep. He’d barely made it over the North River Bridge when the Southerners had reached the eastern end of the bridge. They had snipers set up on the eastern bank who were shooting anything that moved. A bullet had gone through another soldier running away from behind him and had grazed Able high on his thigh. The other soldier had been shot through and through, and had landed on top of Able, dead before they hit the ground.

Able heard the Southern troops running across the bridge and deploying themselves along the western bank. Then he heard the bridge blow. There’d be no regrouping by Tyler’s troops for another go at Jackson in Port Republic.

Able wasn’t dumb. He knew the blowing of the bridge would signal Tyler just not to stop his retreat to Harrisonburg. And Able couldn’t walk that far in front of a Confederate advance, even if he dared rise from the scant cover he’d gained when he’d hit the ground. The wound in his leg wasn’t fatal, but it would slow him down too much to make a run for it. And it might, indeed, be fatal if he didn’t get the bleeding stanched soon.

The first wave of Confederate soldiers fanned out parallel to the river bank and moved toward where Able lay, prodding Union soldiers who had been felled by snipers and helping along those mortally wounded but not yet gone. Able played dead, his body pretty well covered by that of his dead compatriot, as a battle-worn Reb passed him by.

Able waited for as long as he felt he dared after the Rebs had passed and then he pulled himself along the ground to the only cover he could see, an old mill house not far to the south of the blown bridge. As he reached safety there, he could hear the second wave of the Confederate troops fanning out from the river bank across the fields to the west. Able pulled himself into the dark building and burrowed into some burlap sacking behind a stack of barrels.

Able’s wound was bleeding badly, and he couldn’t suppress a moan when the young Union private, Josh, crept into the building in search for exactly what he found – a wounded Union soldier.

A very dangerous moment punctuated the scene when Josh first saw Able. He instinctive lifted his rifle and he could have shot the enemy soldier right there and then and no one would be the wiser, in fact no one other than Able would care or, probably, ever know the circumstances of his death. It would be less of a hassle all around for the Southern forces. And Josh did raise his rifle, and Able did lift his hands in defense and supplication. But then Josh saw the sergeant’s stripes on the arm of Able’s blue Union jacket. Josh had been told that they wanted to capture anyone with any rank if they could in case they could find out more about Tyler’s troop strengths and plans.

Josh lowered the barrel of the rifle, and at that point Able nearly swooned into a faint, both in shock for what had been narrowly avoided, at least for the moment, and from the loss of blood from the wound on his inner thigh.

Now focused on providing a captive for the revered General Jackson, Josh bustled into a preservation rather than a destruction mode. He propped his rifle against a nearby post and grabbed for his canteen and the pack on his back.

Josh stripped Able of his britches and tore strips of cloth off this to use as a tourniquet. He poured water from his canteen on Able’s inner thigh wound and then doused it with the whiskey he kept in another small flask in his pack. The wound didn’t look so bad now.

Able snorted back to full consciousness when the liquor hit his wound. And he was fully conscious as he watched Josh wind the strips of material around his inner thigh and tie them off snugly. While Josh did so, he couldn’t help but brush the backs of his hands across Able’s quite able cock, which had been exposed when he’d been stripped of his britches.

Able knew instantaneously from Josh’s response what the young soldier’s inclinations were and that he’d had some experience. Able also knew quite a bit about the strength and Shenandoah Valley Campaign plans of Tyler’s forces, so he had a good idea what he faced if he was sent back to Jackson’s camp. And he knew that there was little or no chance he could get out of this predicament, but that he had to try to do so anyway

Josh was young and not that experienced as a soldier, Able could see, whereas he himself was not so young and was battle tested and resilient. He gauged the distance from where Josh was tending his thigh and where he had propped up the rifle.

Able had never fucked a man before, but if this Reb could be distract by that and if it required that to get at the rifle, it was something he’d try doing. There wasn’t much other choice that he could see of getting out of here. In all likelihood getting to the rifle and killing this Reb would be the easiest part of his attempt to reach the Union lines.

The pursued turning into the pursuer.

The opening was right there beside Able, where it had fallen out of the Reb’s pack when Josh had fished around for the flask of liquor.

‘He’s handsome,’ Able murmured, pretending now to be weaker than he really was, as he beckoned to the worn daguerreotype of the young man that had fallen out of the Reb’s pack.

Josh’s head snapped up in embarrassment and surprise. The Union soldier was conscious. Josh wondered, blushing at the thought, whether the Yankee had seen him dreamily eyeing that nice plump cock of his.

‘Umm, yes. Ya’all shouldn’t try to speak now. I’se afraid I’ll have to find something to bind you with. But at least I stopped the bleeding now, so that’s to the good.’

‘Kin of yours, is he?’

‘Umm, no.’

‘A special friend then?’

Josh blushed in embarrassment and lowered his eyes, unfortunately focusing on Able’s cock, which was harder now, Able having stroked on it while he was getting Josh’s attention moved to the daguerreotype.

‘Uh, yes, you could say that.’

‘A lover then?’

Josh melted in shock and confusion and in how easily and openly the Yankee had called him out. He tensed right up.

‘Of course not,’ he declared indignantly, too loud, and without a pinch of conviction as he sat up straight from where he had been hovering over the Yankee’s reclining figure.

‘You needn’t be embarrassed at all,’ Able countered, lifting an arm and wrapping a hand around the Reb’s neck. ‘I find you quite arousing myself. And I’m ever so grateful that you have bandaged my wound, and ever so ready to show my gratitude.’

Able could feel the young Confederate soldier trembling in indecision and disbelief at the forwardness of it all as well as the lack of breathing time and space to work out what was happening. Able brought the young private’s mouth down to his and took the soldier’s hand in his and placed it on his cock, Josh’s hand now wrapping Able’s engorging cock and Able holding it there with his own until Josh was lost to him and stroking the hard tool on his own.

When Able knew he’d won the battle with Josh’s defenses, when Josh had opened his lips to Able’s and was hungrily drinking him in, and when Josh’s hand on Able’s cock was moving on its own, Able moved his hands to unbuttoning the Reb’s shirt and started rubbing the young soldier’s nipples with his fingers.

Josh shuddered under the attention, and when Able broke away from the kiss and moved his lips down to Josh’s nipples and his hands down to Josh’s belt and buttoned fly, Josh, still crouching on his knees, sighed in resignation and need and arched his back toward the floor behind him. As he bent backward, Able’s lips followed down the young Reb’s sternum and across his belly and down, through his now-revealed bush, and opened up on and then closed over the young man’s cock head.

Josh was moaning and staring up into the shadows of the eaves of the old mill and moving his pelvis ever so slowly as Able sucked away on his dick, taking more and more of it in with his stroking movement. All the time Able was playing Josh’s tool, though, he himself was staring at the pole across the floor that the Reb’s rifle was propped against. He was gauging distances, and time, and likelihood. Still too risky, he decided.

Able lifted his lips off Josh’s cock, but he continued slowly stroking the base of the hard tool with his fist.

‘Do you fuck him or does he fuck you?’ It was a mere whisper, but the Reb heard him.

A rather long pause. ‘He does me.’

At least there’s that, Able thought to himself with a bit of relief – although he’d been prepared to do whatever it took. Able spit on his free hand and moved it under the Reb’s ball sac and started working his moistened fingers around Josh’s pulsating rim and into his hole. His lips opened up over the bulbous head of Josh’s cock and he ran his tongue into the young man’s piss slit before swallowing the cock almost down the to root, closing closely over the throbbing member, and moving his mouth up and down on the rod.

Josh groaned and moaned. He was panting and breathing heavily and making little mewing sounds. His hips were moving slowly, helping Able with the rhythm of the suck. There was a little lurch and groan each time Able pushed a finger, and then two, and then three, into his ass channel.

Able took his fingers out of Josh’s ass and spit on it again a couple of times and moistened up his own cock. Then he lifted the young Reb, who was completely his now, bending readily to any position he moved him to, up to him, chest to chest.

Josh sighed and moaned and gulped as Able brought him into his lap, positioning the head of his cock on Josh’s prepared hole and just pulling Josh’s channel down the full length of his ramrod-straight cock.

Josh writhed and rolled against Able’s chest in waves of passion as Able fucked up into him. Josh had his head buried in Able’s shoulder and was whimpering at the deep taking. Able was looking over Josh’s shoulder at the rifle propped up against the post across the room. A position change was required.

Able slowly turned his body over on his side, taking Josh with him. Josh looked into his eyes with an unspoken question. Able took the young man by the shoulders and showed that he was to go down on his belly and raise his hips to Able’s mastering cock, which he did without objection.

Able crouched over Josh’s haunches, slowly glided back into him, and stroked him in long, slow, deep thrusts. He reached around Josh’s belly and fisted his cock and began working it.

Josh threw back his head and howled again and again and again in ecstasy and Able picked up the rhythm and fucked with faster and faster and deeper and deeper thrusts.

And then it was over. Josh shot his load on the worn, uneven planks of mill room floor in response to Able’s stroking fist and Able came inside the young Reb.

They collapsed on the floor, Able stretched out on top Josh, his cock still buried deep.

Josh was murmuring and sighing. Able was lost in the moment too.

‘Incredible,’ Able whispered. ‘I never knew.’

‘What?’ Josh murmured dreamily.

‘Nothing. Never mind.’

Able rolled off Josh and lay on his back next to the young man. He was breathing heavily, trying to regain his strength and regather his reflexes. Josh was lying there half asleep, well fucked.

Able sat up on his haunches. Josh sighed again, but didn’t move.

Able was up on his knees, down near Josh’s knees. Pretty much out of the young Reb’s line of sight even if he lifted his head, which he didn’t.

Slowly, softly, Able was up on the pads of his feet.

Josh felt the hard toeing of the calf of one of his legs, and, still groggy from the fucking, he rolled over on his back and looked up . . . into the barrel of his own rifle.

‘What?’ was all he could manage.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Able growled. He reached over and took up Josh’s britches and pulled them on clumsily, needing to keep the rifle trained on the young Reb, now aghast at what had happened and fully returned to reality.

‘You just wanted – ‘ The voice sounded wounded, betrayed.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Able repeated. He was trying to close the britches around his waist, but he was just bigger, more muscled there than the young man he’d just fucked. He managed to get a few of the lower buttons of the fly cinched up, though. That would just have to do for now. There might be time to pull an exchange with one of the bodies out in the fields between here and Harrisonburg. His own britches were too cut up for bandages to be of use now . . . for the bandage the young Reb had tied around his own bleeding thigh.

Dressed now, Able lifted the rifle and aimed down its barrel at the now-crying Reb, his arms thrust out in defense and supplication.

A long, dangerous moment.

‘Fuck it,’ Able burst out, with a disgust at something or other. He wasn’t sure himself. The rifle went to ready rest. It was up to the Reb now whether he wanted to live or die at this moment.

Able leaned down over Josh and lifted his chin and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the mouth.

At the door, he turned, and said, ‘I’ll drop your shirt outside here. I wouldn’t suggest raising an alarm or coming after me, or you’ll have more trouble than explaining where your britches and rifle ran off to.’ Then he was gone, leaving the door swinging back and forth on its hinges.

Josh sat there in shock and surprise and gratitude for several minutes before he stirred. He picked up the picture of his lover, took a look at it, and stuffed it back into the pack. Somehow it had lost its luster for him. He sighed as the feeling of double loss swept over him. The regret would always be there now. The Yankee had kissed and fucked better than his lover did.

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Don found a parking spot in front of his apartment complex, not wanting to go to his assigned spot. Call it superstition, or just plain old fear, but last thing he wanted right now was to go to his spot, and perhaps see another car in it. Least this way he could keep the mood, the feeling inside that Alex was totally wrong. He really hated these nagging doubts, and as he walked towards the front door, he realized it was not going to end, even if he found nothing once inside.

The doubts would always exist, simply because he was so much older than Rob. There would be those thoughts, whether Alex or someone else said another word about it or not. It was part of being older, thanks to the notion that old men with younger men was about sex, not love. Society, his society, didn’t seem to accept it as much as the straight world. Walking up, he felt a bit saddened by that realization, wondering how Rob would take it.

Would he throw a fit, or would he understand? After all he was a lot younger, he hadn’t gone through the really painful years of being Gay, and having to hide it. Now it was easier, you didn’t have to look over your shoulder constantly before going into a gay bar, though you still need to be cautious. Still, would Rob understand? He hoped so as he pressed the button to go up and confront the doubts, to maybe put them at ease.

Even if the worst was true, that Rob was turning tricks, or something like that, it wasn’t the end of it all, or was it? Would he understand if Rob was seeing other men, for money? Leaning against the back of the elevator, he thought about it, wondering just how he felt. Did it matter as much, it wasn’t like they didn’t practise safer sex. Condoms were always on hand, but the risks were there none the less. Still, would it make him feel less if Rob was cheating? Was it cheating?

Not like they had exchanged any vows, or even signed any papers to say they belonged to each other, and he wasn’t sure he wanted or needed that type of legal stuff. Sure in some cases it might be practical, but hell he wasn’t about to kick off tomorrow, so what was the worry?

Rob had some pretty definite ideas on that one, and frankly he rather agreed with him. Society wasn’t designed to be monogamous. Advertising sure as hell didn’t cater much to that concept, and neither did the shows either. Though he found he enjoyed just sitting back in the sofa, reading a bit, while the stereo played some non stop music. Rob would read too, another trait that was unusual among the younger generation.

He enjoyed his mystery novels, loved reading them, while he was more of a general fiction type. Though he was reading a few more mysteries these days, which made him grin a bit. See, Alex was wrong, because when he thought about Rob, there was always something to remind him of his affection, his love. Reading a book, just one of them.

They had so many good memories, and really, it hadn’t changed since they met. They were always off making new memories together, things to look back on, to talk about at night. It wasn’t like they ignored each other most of the time, or were doing their own thing. They talked, and okay, yes at times it got physical, but in all honesty, he really could say, that he and Rob, had more than just sex going for them.

Don really hated this, knowing that all these doubts were just that. It wasn’t like Rob had given him reason to doubt him, that it was simply Alex and his more so called mature friends. It gnawed at him, but hopefully walking in now, he could put them aside, feel free from them for just a bit. Maybe he should have stopped to pick up some flowers, or chocolates, and make it one more of those special memories?

Now that would certainly tick Alex off. The idea gave him a bit of a warmth, as he came to his apartment door. He stopped, to pull out his keys, and heard the laughter coming from inside. For a second he felt a bit cold, before realizing it was more likely the television. Still, it had given him a start, as he put his key into the lock and turned it.

Entering, he could smell something cooking, realizing that dinner was already on the go. He could hear the noise now, relaxing as it was indeed the television set. Though a bit too loud, he just felt relieved. He felt like he was on pins and needles, as he walked in, expecting to see Rob on the sofa, ready with his excuse.

The room was empty, with no Rob on the sofa, just the television blaring. Stepping in he turned towards the bedroom door, as it opened and out walked Rob. He was shirtless, and the vision of his bare upper body made the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, as Rob stopped dead in his tracks.

A look of surprise was on his face, not a smile, just sort of shock. The eyes were wide open, the mouth slightly open, as he recognized Don standing there. Other than shock, there was something else in his eyes, a look Don had never seen before. It bothered him, making him suck in his breath as he looked at the younger man.

His hair was in a mess, and he just didn’t look like he expected him to look. It was as if he had been running and was just pausing to catch his breath. Rob was standing too still, to much like a statue.

‘Don, you are home early’

‘Yeah’

‘Something wrong? Man you look like you seen a ghost.’

‘You don’t look much better, more like you just fell out of a hay loft or back of a truck, but no, nothing is wrong. Should there be?’

‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

He could see the spark of anger in his lover’s face. The way his eyes now narrowed, his mouth set firm, the chin jutting out a bit.

‘Nothing, you just get out of bed?’

He saw the shot hit home. The way he suddenly stiffened, his arms going rigid, his whole body becoming more erect. Even his eyes seemed to suddenly smoulder, as if there was a fire lurking behind them, as they darkened.

‘Yeah, and alone too.’

‘I didn’t say anything about there being someone else in there.’

‘No, your look did though, so come on, go inside, see for yourself.’

Rob turned to one side, letting a space show between him and the doorway. Don could feel the anger, almost see it, touch it, as he just looked at the young man. He was pissed, something Rob rarely showed. In fact, in all the time they had been together, it was Rob who had the cooler head, who never showed anger. Least until now.

‘Christ, you are half naked, what else should I expect?’

Don moved away, turned his back on Rob and headed over to the sofa. This wasn’t going the way he wanted, besides, why the fuck was Rob so suddenly defensive? Did he have someone in there, or had before he got home? Sitting down, he stared back at the glowering younger man, wishing he had stayed at work, wishing he had turned the car around, anything but what was going to turn into a major battle.

‘That’s why you are here, isn’t it? You think I am doing some one else, don’t you? Come on, admit it, you are here checking up on me.’

‘It isn’t like that, look, this is getting out of hand..’

‘Out of hand, shit Don, you come home in the middle of the afternoon, accuse me of having someone in the bedroom simply because I don’t have a shirt on? Fuck man, sometimes I walk around in my undies, doesn’t mean I just fucked someone in the bedroom.’

‘No, no I know that, it is just that, I uh..’

‘What? You didn’t come home to check up on me? I am not stupid Don, give me some credit.’

‘Fine, yes, yes I did come home to check up on you, happy now, make you feel better?’

‘Hell no, I just don’t like being lied to, anymore than you do.’

‘I haven’t lied to you.’

‘Then what is this about? Why suddenly do you feel the need to check up on me?’

‘I don’t know, maybe the talk from others, maybe it’s not wanting to fully believe my luck, I don’t know, just that I had to, to put it to rest.’

‘Talk? What from some of the perverts you call friends? Who? Bet I know.’

‘Look, calling them names isn’t going to help, and they aren’t perverts, they are my friends.’

‘Yeah right, real good friends you got there, and Don they are perverts, Christ how many times I have.. look, you can believe what you want about them, I just, I know better, okay? And I don’t cheat.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? How many times what? Don’t imply something without giving me the details? I have a right to know.’

‘Oh, do you?’

‘Yes, damn it, I do.’

‘and I don’t?’

‘Huh?’

‘Not like you are telling me what they are saying behind my back, now are you?’

Don looked up at Rob, saw the way his nostrils flared, realizing just how angry he truly was. It was hard for him to not feel like shit, but he couldn’t just let it all drop now. Too much had been said, and yet he couldn’t help but admire the guy. It was like he was lashing out, not from a guilty conscience, but because he really did care, because he really was hurt by the notion that Don thought he would cheat.

‘I didn’t want to piss you off, besides, I didn’t know how to bring it up’

‘Yeah sure, but you believe them.’

‘No, not really, okay, maybe a bit, but..’

‘I wouldn’t do that to you Don, you should know that.’

The anger was gone, and Don could hear the sadness in Rob’s voice. His head seemed to hang down, to stare at his feet, as he just stood there.

‘I should, I do, deep down inside, I do, it is just the age thing, it crops up and..’

‘Screw that shit, you and your friends are the only one’s worrying about age differences, not my friends, sure as shit not me.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Suppose hell, ten to one it’s Alex doing most of the talking too.’

‘Yeah, he the one being a perv?’

‘Yeah, but I can handle him.’

‘In your undies?’

Rob smiled at that, and moved closer. He sat in front, on the coffee table, facing Don. He couldn’t help but check him out, which kept the smile on Rob’s face. Yet there was a serious side to him, one he hadn’t really appreciated before now. The anger in his face, was more from hurt, something that made Don feel ashamed. He should never have let Alex, or the other’s get to him.

‘Hell yes, give the creep a thrill and a heart attack, all at once.’

‘You are sick’

‘He’s your friend’

‘Yeah well, he does have some good qualities.’

‘Like?’

‘Right now, damn if I could say.’

‘Look Don, I like what we have together, I don’t want it to change, do you?’

‘No, no I don’t either, but the whole age thing, it’s not easy.’

‘I can see that, but, I am not that way Don, I am a one guy man, I am not a tramp, never have been, I just can’t do that.’

‘You really walk around in just your undies?’

‘Yeah, why not?’

‘And if someone comes calling?’

‘Like Alex perhaps?’

‘Yeah, like Alex’

‘Well see, he can’t get into the building without buzzing, so naturally I’d let him in, go and put on a suit of armour and everything would be fine, now if it was maybe the paper boy, well..’

‘You bitch’

‘Hey, it’s not easy waiting till you get home.’

‘I have seen our paper boy, and let me tell you hun, he ain’t no boy. Hell, he’s older than me.’

‘Yum, I like ’em older, didn’t you know?’

He couldn’t help but laugh as he felt the tension easing. Rob was smiling a bit now, no longer looking like he could kill someone, and the lines around his mouth, his forehead were softer now.

‘So I hear’

‘Yeah, well next time, don’t use your key, buzz, and who knows, you might get invited to the party.’

‘What party is that?’

‘This one’ he said, as he stood up and more or less leaped onto Don. He felt his body press him hard into the back of the sofa, and his mouth was firmly pressed onto his. It had taken him by surprise, yet as he felt the hands urgently moving up and down his body, touching him, he realized just how lucky he was.

They kissed hard, as he felt his lips pushed apart by the urgent demands of Rob’s tongue. The rush was unbelievable, as he tasted Rob’s breath in his mouth. There was a lingering flavour from the toothpaste, but also something more, almost a musky type scent. His body was being pressed back hard, then suddenly Rob was standing.

Don glanced up, as he saw that glint, that evil little smirk that Rob would get every now and then. In the back of his mind, he knew that this afternoon was about to be one of those times.

His eyes moved down Rob’s body, following the motion of his hands, as they ran down his lean body, towards his waist. They lingered around the belt, then Don watched as the belt began to slide out. He had missed it being opened, and now it hung down, draped down the thighs on either side.

The fingers were at the button, and he heard the pop, then the metallic sound of the zipper being slowly pushed down caught his attention. At the same time his eyes kept noticing how the pants were growing, how they were not flat, but beginning to show a definite bulge to them. Don felt himself licking his lips, as he glanced upwards.

Rob’s face was peering down at him, a soft warm glow coming from the eyes, the face. The little smirk around his lips was a bit more pronounced, as the pants were flung open, revealing the pubic patch of hair. Don sucked in his breath, realizing Rob wasn’t wearing any undies

He looked up, his eyes questioning Rob’s, as he felt his own body beginning to become aroused. His face was feeling flushed, as the smile grew across Rob’s face.

‘Sometimes, I don’t wear anything.’

As he said it, he dropped his pants down his legs, showing off his fully hard cock. It looked as hard as a rock, and seemed to stare right at Don. He couldn’t help but gasp, realizing just how thick it looked, from that angle, and more than that, how full it looked. To think, he had that effect on someone like Rob, well, screw Alex, screw them all he thought, as his doubts were cast away.

Don stood up, and grabbed hold of Rob, surprising him. He pulled him close, kissing the side of his neck, groping him all over. His hands moved up and down the naked flesh, caressing it, feeling it as his own body arched inwards. His arms were pulling Rob into his own body, as he felt the hard cock against his thigh.

Time seemed to have disappeared as his emotions took over from his reasoning. Don wanted Rob, then and there. His whole body seemed to shake, as he literally ripped his shirt off, tossing it to one side, while reaching and undoing his pants. It was like he was in some sort of frenzy, as he stepped out of the pants and underwear, before Rob could utter more than a gasp of surprise.

Quickly, he took Rob into his arms, kissing him again and under his chin, then his Adam’s apple, then he pushed him away, still holding him firmly by the shoulders. He looked squarely into Rob’s eyes, saw the surprise, saw the lust too. He knew Rob wanted him, as much as he wanted Rob. That was all he wanted to see.

Taking Rob firmly, he quickly turned him around, so that Rob’s backside was to the sofa, and with surprising force, he guided him down onto it. Not once did he let his eyes leave Rob’s, as he let himself rest on top of the younger man. His own hard cock pushing Rob’s to one side, digging down into the side of the thigh, to rest between the soft inner thigh and the leathery skin of Rob’s sac.

He felt so alive, so full of life, he lost track of all that was happening. His whole body was nothing but a mass of rolling waves of emotions. Every time he touched Rob, or Rob touched him, it was like being hit with a bolt of lightning. His breathing was ragged, his chest ached, as they kissed each other.

It was almost like they were just discovering each other, the way their bodies shook, moved to meet the other. His mind was lost, confused, dazed, as it struggled for control. His body refused, and soon his mind stopped trying, enjoying, instead, the flow of emotions that passed through. His heart raced, and he couldn’t believe how strong it felt, how loud it sounded in his ears.

The room had been filled with sunlight when he walked in, but now it was like being in a rainbow itself. The colors that flashed all around him, made him groan, made him whimper even. He felt Rob’s thick cock, felt his own as their bodies shifted, and moved. He could feel the tightness around his cock head, felt it being strangled by the firm hold of something.

His eyes glanced down, to see himself penetrate Rob’s tight pink hole. The lights grew brighter as they were reflected off the rubber sheath, that he hadn’t even recalled putting on. All he could feel was the love that held his cock, that made his entry slow and steady. Tossing his head back, he saw his hands gripping the ankles of his lover, holding them up and over his head, as his body filled the warm hole.

Maybe later, he’d remember the details, but for now all he could do was feel the passion holding him, stare at the hard pole pressed by his own stomach against Rob’s flat one. His own dick moving slowly inside of Rob. It was a feeling that just overwhelmed everything else. His eyes were coated from the dripping sweat off his forehead, but he didn’t care. He could even see the drops as they fell to splatter against Rob’s heaving chest.

It was all there, he could see it, feel it, and yet it wasn’t. The way his whole body seemed on fire, as if about to melt, yet his heart only raced faster, his lungs aching more. The muscles grew hard, feeling like they would break from the strain, yet on it went. His head was dripping sweat, pools gathered and rolled down the rolling flesh of Rob’s bare torso.

In some ways it was like watching a rolling wave coming to the shore. Endless line of white crests, coming on and on, despite the rocks, the outcroppings that stood in their way. On it came, as his body continued to pound, to act on its own and yet not.

Every sinew in his body was screaming, even his lungs were crying out and somewhere, lost in all that internal noise, was his own cries that seemed so soft compared to the rest. He could hear Rob’s pleading tones, feel his heart as it matched wild beat to wild beat of his own heart. It all was there, but his mind couldn’t cope, couldn’t decipher all the various signals.

He heard the cry, just as his eyes seemed to clear. His whole body was on a precipice, as if he was standing on the shore, watching a towering white capped wave looming over him, then come crashing down. Don felt his heart stutter, felt it tremble, as the power from within came rushing out, out powering everything else that was happening.

His mind was blank, his heart was like a racing engine suddenly thrown off kilter, struggling to regain the high ground, to stop from slipping, racing faster and faster.

His legs were about to crack, the bones inside stretched past their tolerances, as the crashing wave enveloped him. He heard his spluttering cries, felt the cold water cover him, sizzling as it struck his burning flesh. Steam swirled around his eyes, as the white water seemed to just close all around him, the flashing lights dimmed and made more amazing by the transparent coating of the water..

It was an illusion, he knew it, but refused to accept it. He felt lost among the crashing waves, felt himself falling, felt his whole body being buffeted by the force of the crashing wave. No longer could he feel his legs, nor his arms, as he felt himself twisting and falling. Nothing was there, but the swirling water, as he blinked, as his body finally surrendered to the power inside, that now exploded around him.

Everything was dark around him, and the noises were like some one huffing, as if their lungs were starved of oxygen. There were sounds of moans, as if a major catastrophe had happened, and the injured were crying out, when he finally realized the noises were of his own making. His eyes flickered, and light poured into the tiny slit, blinding him, making him recoil a bit, causing his body to move.

The pain shot through his whole body as he finally managed to look up, to see the dark wet strands of hair that were next to his mouth, the golden glare of skin, glowing red as if a fire was dying down within. His body shook, as he felt the pain in every muscle of his body, as slowly he turned his face, to find himself staring into Rob’s face.

The lips were parted, the nostrils flaring and the look in the eyes were like red orbs of burning embers. Don felt himself tremble, as he lifted his head up, the skin sticking to Rob’s as he slid onto his side, next to Rob. His heart was still beating a mile a second, and he could see Rob’s chest rising & falling quickly, struggling to catch it’s breath.

Looking into Rob’s face, his mind began to slowly unwind, slowly began to process all that had happened. The wetness all over his naked body was cooling in the room’s air, and yet the fire inside, seemed brighter, hotter, than ever. His arms were like lead weights, as he struggled to lift himself up.

Rob’s eyelids fluttered a bit, as he stared deeply into Don’s face. They were filled with a glow he had never seen, or felt before, as he just stared back. At last Rob moved a bit, giving Don a bit more room, as one arm now rested over Don.

‘I think you should start checking up on me more often.’

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