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Chapter one – A new scene

Hi my name is Chad, I’m 34 years old, I live in Los Angeles the city of sun, fun and hard work. I’m what you call a computer guy. I set up my own business at the end of the nineties making websites for other companies, working out online stores etc. Back then it was all a lot of fun (for computer guys anyway). I made a lot of money and it was also the time of the dot-com bubble. So when we hit the millennium the bubble bursted and a lot of online companies went bust. So did mine well almost…

I had made some websites for the adult consumer industry well… to put it blunt I made porn sites.

Anyway with the burst of the bubble this was the only industry that didn’t suffer, just the opposite they grew and I saw my costumers driving big bling bling cars. Bling being a popular word at that time used by rap artists and added to the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary in 2002. (Yes I know, the fact that I know these things make me nerdish).

So maybe I have to describe myself a bit further. I wear glasses (yes I see you sight when you read this), but in my defense I try to buy hip models and they make me look smart – so my customers think that I know what I’m talking about. (and I do but it underlines it a bit more).

I’m 6 feet 2 (1.89m), weigh 161 pounds (73kg). I’m a jogger and from time to time I pull some weights but you know how it is having your own business means work work work.

My hair is blond although more on the darker side, I have blue eyes and the Californian sun gives me a good healthy color.

I have my own house, a pool, a room where you can play some snooker and I bought also a big home cinema system, I have a small bar so I can entertain my friends hanging out relaxing. (mtv cribs is one of my favorite programs).

I’m gay although I’ve had relations with girls and you can’t see that I’m gay, well only when I’m not with a guy of course. At the moment I’m single and I like it that way, I can do what I want and decorate my house the way I want (yes I like decorating my house, I have some nice paintings and sculptures but I hate kitsch and I loath the color pink or girlisch decorations).

But I’m getting side tracked here, back to my story.

I had to get used to my new customers and their web content. Pictures of men and women with big words on the screen: JOIN NOW, FREE TOUR. You click on free tour and you get another join now. That’s the easy part of the site, the secure payments mode is a different thing. Nowadays you have specialized companies but back then it all had to be worked out. (In computer terms you quickly speak in past terms). So I did what I was good at and got to work.

One day I had a new customer, a company called hgb inc. A boring company you think but the hgb stands for horny gay boys. Which says it all of course, I must say I find that these companies don’t have a lot of imagination but maybe that’s just what the customer wants: see a dick over and over again.

One time I got invited to see a shoot, I was curious so I said yes. I think the owner just wanted to impress me and maybe to renegotiate our contract. Let him try I thought. If he thinks I let walk over me he’s in for a surprise. I am tough when it concerns my business.

So I got there drove down a large driveway to the big main house. I got out, the firm owner walked over, shook my hand and saw me look around. ‘Call me Haines’ he smiled.

‘Long driveway’ I said.

‘Yes we need privacy in our business, we have outside shootings too’.

‘Come in I give you a grand tour’.

Haines was a bit of a strange guy not at all what you’d expect, or maybe on second thought he is, I don’t know.. An almost bold guy around 50, wearing a colorful shirt half open, exposing his dark brown chest hair that looked to have a life of its own and growing towards the sun.

Further he wore short and slippers. Although I found this a bit comical his eyes were sharp, analyzing his every move. Better don’t underestimate this guy I thought, appearance isn’t everything.

We entered the hall, there were boxes en metal cases everywhere, clearly for technical equipment.

‘I started this firm two decades ago’ he said, mainly we did photo shoots for magazines and we made vhs movies.

He showed me the living room, there were cables lying on the floor. In one corner there was a pile of furniture probably props I thought. The room looked a bit cheap, unnatural.

He saw me looking and said ‘From time to time we repaint and we redecorate making sure the movie has the right look’.

A guy carrying a light spot entered the room and disappeared into the next.

‘We write all are stories ourselves’ Haines said. ‘Storylines are very important to us, they give our movies more edge’.

Another guy walked in totally naked and plunged himself into the sofa.

‘One of our actors, in between scenes they have to sit and wait’. ‘You do a lot of waiting don’t you Dale?’

Dale grinned and grumbled something in agreement. Guess his communicative skills weren’t that important in this business. But I must say he had a nice body and I couldn’t help staring at him, it was like looking at a stud dreamcar and you knew you’d be in heaven when you could take it out for a spin.

Haines gave me a slap on the back and said ‘Come on lets continue our tour’.

I couldn’t help thinking it was like visiting the website: continue the free tour but we expect you to join at the end.

As I walked by Dale, I wanted to give him a nod, but he looked bored and seemed to have discovered a long hair on his otherwise hairless chest.

We crossed another room while Haines continued explaining. ‘At the moment were doing a story about a photo shoot. One guy poses and the other guy shoots pictures, then it gets a bit more intense when the model takes of more and more clothes, when he’s finally naked they start sucking each other off and then they fuck for the next twenty minutes’.

‘Then what happens?’ I ask.

‘Well they cum and that’s the end of the scene’.

Ah, I thought, I see they probably have a lot of work with thinking out these storylines.

‘So here we are on the scene’. ‘We have to make sure the lights are ok, we have to check out different kinds of filters, there are also different kinds of shots we have for example Two-Shot s: A comfortable shot of two people, framed similarly to a mid shot, but we do Cut-Ins too it shows some part of the subject in detail and so on. We have to think about these things all in advance so that the shootings goes perfect otherwise, at the end of the day we end up loosing money.’

I nodded, I’ve always had an interest in all things technical but now my mind was distracted by this scene happening before my eyes.

Chapter two – The shoot

Although I ‘ve seen my share of pornmovies before it was something different standing in the middle of it. A hot guy sitting on a stool was being sucked off by another guy. The camera filmed from the side. Then the cameraman moved behind the guy sitting on the stool and filmed over his shoulder.

‘Ok now look up’ said a man making hand gestures. Guess he was in charge of what was happening.

‘That’s my movie director, Gerard’ Haines said.

The guy looked up, straight into the camera while sucking.

‘Ok, ok nice work, look into the camera, Danny move your hand more to the right’

‘My crew making magic’ Haines said.

I nodded.

‘Its ok to talk’ Haines said ‘We edit the sound afterwards. Sometimes with other actor voices. We edit everything. When we make a close-up of a cock it also might be one from another actor, taken a few weeks later. Nothing is what it seems in showbiz.’

Haines laughed and slapped my back again. ‘But hey I’m letting you in on some trade secrets’.

‘When we have a shoot taking place in the hall for instance and then the action moves to the bedroom and then back to the hall. We shoot everything taking place in the hall first and then maybe a week later the stuff in the bedroom.’

The action was getting more intense and these guys didn’t seem to care that people were watching them fully naked and well, exposing themselves.

The actor sitting on the stool moved his hand towards the head of his kneeling colleague and caressed his hair while throwing his head back.

The kneeling guy took the entire cock in his mouth. The sucking noises were arousing me and I felt a good pressure in my pants.

I stared and I couldn’t swallow, my hart raged.

The camera moved again, now filming the ass of the kneeling actor who was now also caressing his crack.

Man this was a weird turn on.

‘Cut’ the director shouted and suddenly everything stopped. People started walking into the scene, the actors stood up and disappeared into the next room their cocks still hard.

‘Ok, lets go to my office to talk business’ Haines said.

I followed him to some stairs, we went up. On the landing we passed a plastic Michelangelo’s David but with a large cock pointing upwards. Around his neck they had put a leather strap with a sign saying administration.

‘He’s standing here to give people directions’ Haines chuckled.

We entered his office through a heavy wooden double door. The room was the opposite of everything else in the house. It was more like walking into the office of an old senator or something, heavy furniture, large leather seats, book cases with old books, wood work on the walls and so on.

‘Take a seat, can I offer you a drink?’ Haines said while he walked to a case with crystal decanters. ‘Whiskey ok?’

‘Yes sure’ I said.

‘Take a seat, let me be direct with you’ He said while pouring a glass.

‘I want to try something new with our website. I want to focus on our actors giving them more of a celebrity status like Hollywood does’.

‘I want to give each of them their own page with pictures and frequently updated content, maybe a diary and stuff’. ‘I want it to be interactive so viewers must be able to leave comments and questions, which the star then can answer. Giving viewers the idea that they are more close to the actor so that they can fantasize about his exciting life. Well we’ll have to make up an exciting life of course.’ Haines chuckled.

‘But when our viewers have the opportunity to add comments and write stories, they themselves create content. Let the customers work for you and not you working for the customer, I always say – its like converting the Ikea model for the porn industry, haha’.

‘I want be able to send automatic emails to our viewers with teasers, making them curious and making sure they come back to us and spend their fucking money’.

Haines slapped his fist on the table. ‘Hell I want to milk those horny suckers out’.

He chucked his whiskey down and took up his phone.

I nipped my glass.

‘Send up Jase’ Haines said, some murmur from the other side of the line ‘I don’t care, get his dick up here now’ Haines answered.

‘I want you to meet one of our first ‘stars’ appearing on our new site content’ Haines said.

I drank some more while we waited.

A knock on the door and a guy entered. I recognised him it was the cock sucking actor from before. He was still naked though his hard on was gone.

‘Chad meet Jase’ Haines said. ‘Jase, Chad our computer guy.’

Jase came over and shook my hand. A bit weird since I was sitting and he stood with his cock dangling before me. I wanted to stand up to give him a proper hand but to do that I had to move my head past his groin, so I decided to stay and sit.

I wanted to compliment him on his work but that would have sounded kinda weird so I just said hello. (Yes and in case you are wondering I took a good look at this cock, you pervs).

He looked a lot younger, now I saw him from up close, maybe he was 22 or something, blond hair long but not touching his shoulders. You could see he worked out, a baby six-pack was showing. His arms were more muscled. Damn and his blue eyes were something you could drawn in. So innocent looking, like a kid discovering the world and thinking its all great. But then I got a mental picture before me of him sucking off another guy. How many guys has he sucked off I wondered.

My line of thought was disturbed by Haines saying: ‘We need to make a good photo shoot, showing off all this boys features.’

‘Turn around’ Haines said to Jase.

Jase complied. Now I had a good view of his but. It seems he was shaven everywhere.

‘I want you to think out a good lay-out and all the technical stuff so that’s its user friendly’. Haines continued.

Haines speaks about this boy like he was just an object I thought, and more surprising Jase didn’t seem to mind.

‘We need to give him a life story’ Haines said. ‘Maybe he’s a surfer or a gymnast.’ ‘Do some crunches’.

Jase sat down on the floor and did crunches.

‘Yeah that’s it we can take pictures while he’s in action.’ Haines continued brainstorming. ‘We could oil him up or give him sports clothes.’

I saw Jase looking at me, he continued doing crunches. His muscles contracted and relaxed, a beautiful sight. How does he do it to get such a perfect body, I thought.

I gave him a smile.

He opened his eyes more or somehow they looked bigger, while he continued eye contact. He looked really like a puppy know. I know it was probably his trademark which he was showing of but it worked.

‘So we better set up the details in writing and work out an addendum to the contract.’ Haines said while he stood up to poor himself a new glass.

‘Jase you can go know’.

The whole time Jase hadn’t said a word. He stood up and left, though I had the idea that he made sure I could have another last look at his cock.

So the next hour we worked out the details of our new deal, but my mind wondered of from time to time to the picture of Jase. Maybe a negotiating technique of our shark Haines I thought: first make you horny, then discuss legal terms and contract details – brutal.

Chapter three – Drive

Finally we had a good draft of our agreement and it was time to go. ‘I thank you for your visit’ Haines said ‘I think this will be good for the both of us. Till next time, maybe you can see more of our shoots or maybe you want to be in it sometimes’. He winked at me but I ignored his remark and shook his hand, wishing him all the best with his firm.

‘Can you find your way back?’ he said,

‘Sure’ I said and I left the room. Passing the ‘David’ on the landing, I went down. As I passed the hallway I saw Jase. Fully clothed now, he was wearing a sporty outfit and had a backpack over his shoulder.

‘So your gonna make me famous’ he said.

‘Well I’m making a website all about you, guess we have to find out how popular you will be’ I said.

‘Yeah well Haines knows his stuff, but for today I’m done here.’

‘Oh can I offer you a lift’ I asked.

‘Well I usually get a ride from the guys, but it seems they’re still rapping up today’s shoot. So yes if its not to much trouble or out of your way’.

‘Where do you live?’

‘Whitley Avenue’

‘Oh that neighbourhood is pretty hip and urban and the area has plenty of young people.’

He shrugged his shoulders, ‘It’s cool but paying the rent is not always easy.’

I nodded when I showed him the way to my car.

We got in and I started driving. ‘It is a bit out of my way, is it ok if we stop at my house first? I have to fax some documents’.

‘No prob’ Jase said. ‘Cool car’

‘Thanks, yeah I love my beemer.’

‘So you’ve been working for Haines for a long time?’ I asked.

‘A year or so, I came here to be an actor, I’m still following acting classes. But things are expensive you know. I did several jobs, cleaning, working in bars, shoving boxes.’

‘But your ok with what your doing now?’

‘Yeah well it gets me by, you know.’ ‘What about you?’

‘Oh I suck at acting’ I said ‘So I have my own internetcompany’.

Jase smiled and looked out of the window at the passing cars.

‘So here we are’ I finally said ‘This is my place’. I parked the car and we got out.

I let us in into the house, offered him something to drink while he waited and went into my office preparing my faxpapers.

‘You have a really nice house’ I heard him say, ‘Wow and a pooltable.’

Guess he was wandering around checking everything out.

‘Make yourself at home’ I shouted back.

‘Okay, no worries’ he shouted and I heard a plunge.

Seems he had found the pool and decided he needed to cool off.

Damn I thought to myself, what a guy just living in the moment. I concentrated on my legal papers.

When I was done I went down to the pool.

‘Really refreshing’ Jase said come on in.

He did a few strokes swimming towards me. I noticed he was skinny dipping.

‘Well ok let me get my swim shorts’

‘Yeah right’ Jase said ‘you had the opportunity to check me out all the way at Haines office’ ‘I think you can now return the favour’

He smiled showing his white bleached teeth.

‘Well yes that’s only fair’ I said ‘But I’m not like you, I’m a skinny nerdish guy, nothing much to see’

I guess I was in the defence, and a bit insecure about my own body, but who wouldn’t be when compared to someone with a perfect body?

‘Come on’, he laughed and splashed some water. Again he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

So I gave in and stripped slowly. I was sure he was finding it amusing, he had twinklings in his eyes. I stripped down my underpants and quickly jumped into the water.

The water was warmed by the sun and it felt good. My dick feeling freed from my underware.

Chapter Four: ‘Dive in’

I was treading water, keeping myself afloat. I spread my arms and made the water ripple with my hands. Our eyes locked for a moment, my heart made a jump. At the same time Jase dove down. His legs kicked the water and I felt drops hit my face.

I saw him reappear at the other end of the pool. Why did this guy make me feel like I’m young again, feeling butterflies? I decided I had to act my age, I don’t know what would you have done? I’m thinking put yourself above him even if it’s just an act. I started swimming maybe I could do a few laps, working my muscles, getting my head together. He watched me from the side, he had his arms spread out along the side of the pool, the water level just brushed his nipples.

I did a few laps, my muscles were tensed. Joining Jase at the side he said ‘Man its great you have a pool of your own, swimming beats the gym.’ He smiled,’ swimmers have great bodies too. ‘ ‘Well, it seems you don’t need a pool for that’ I smiled back.

He gave me a boyish look and lifted himself out of the pool.

Dripping water on my tiles, he stroke his hair stepped to the end of the pool and dove in. Like a spear he cleaved the water and in full speed he began making laps. Yes I felt my swimming before had the elegance of a man dropped in the lake with a weight bound to his feet. But hey who cares. I lifted myself out of the water, took a towel and put it around my waste. I arranged some drinks and then sat back on the side of the pool, my legs dangling in the water.

Jase was still doing his work out, he seemed enjoying himself, it was like he was comfortable, safe, just swimming.

I watched him, I felt like everything was like it should be. I noticed the sun warming my body and I lay back, closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt water dripping all over my body. Jase had finished his work out and had now lifted him half way out of the pool , between my legs leaning over me. His face was right above mine more drops form his wet hair fell on my face.

‘Thanks for that’ I said.

He said nothing he just hang over me. Silence.

It was an electric moment, probably one of those moments you remember for ever.

Slowly he let himself slide back into the pool.

My mind was working overtime, what had happened, my mind was void.

I felt his wet head at the inside of my legs. His head disappeared under the towel I was wearing. An utterly warm glow took hold of my body, it spread from my tows to my ears. I don’t remember breathing, thinking or anything. It was like I came to a halt and at the same time went into light speed.

The movements at my groin went faster, the knot of my towel came lose and both ends fell beside me. Exposing my hips to the sun. This wet blond head appeared in front of me. I couldn’t resist and I ran my hand through it. The head responded, Jase turned his head so he could look at me. My hand touched his cheek. He continued, man some things you just can’t explain, this hotty new everything there was to know and brought it into practice. I mean I just couldn’t have done it myself like that and damn please don’t stop.

I felt an unstoppable build up in my body, an over empowering force like you yourself could’ve made the walls of Troye crumble and seize the city. And there I was looking at my blond Achilles making it happen.

Instead of crumbling walls I shot straight into his mouth while he continued sucking me empty.

All my muscles relaxed, I just laid there, finding back my breath.

Jase jumped out of the pool and said ‘I should go’.

‘Yeah sure, of course’ And I jumped up too.

During the drive to his apartment nothing was said, I mean, it just seemed so silly to make small talk now. When we got there he got out and said ‘Thanks’ and he was gone.

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This must be it; this must be when Shawn finally takes me.

That thought raced through my mind as Shawn brutally attacked my lips with his. We were stretched out on my dorm bed, me on my back and him covering my body with his. His tanned and muscular body, a gymnast’s perfectly chiseled body, was undulating full length on mine. He held my arms above my head, his strong hands wrapped around my wrists, as I gripped the slats of the headboard and arched my pelvis up to him, willing his hard cock, stroking across my belly, to move down between my legs. I wanted him inside me so badly. I moaned for him and was begging for him to take me at last when he shut off my pleas with his lips and searching tongue.

His tongue invaded my mouth just as his hard, thick cock had done before he pushed me back on the bed.

I had never done this with anyone before. He was my lover. My first. He had come after me. I’d been reluctant at first. But he was just too beautiful, too persistent, too arousing. He had told me we wouldn’t go all of the way – him fucking me – until he knew that I really wanted it.

Well, I had really wanted it for weeks now. I had told him so; I had done everything I could to show him it was what I wanted. But it hadn’t happened.

Maybe it would happen now, though. I had brought him to the brink when I had given him suck. I could tell that he was about to explode. But he didn’t. He withdrew and pushed me down full length on the bed on my back and made full-body love to me. I was the one about to explode now.

Shawn rose off me and turned me on my stomach, and he held me close, still trapping my arms above my head with the strong grip of his hands holding my wrists. I felt his cock move down the small of my back. I cried out for joy and turned my face to his, and he was deep kissing me again. His hard cock was between my ass cheeks, in my crack, rubbing across my hole as he stroked up and down across my hole.

I lifted my pelvis to him, willing the cock to enter me on an upward thrust. Not caring that I wasn’t prepared to receive him, not caring that he was barebacking me. Beyond caring for anything but for that last barrier to be crossed, for my lover to totally possess me.

I felt him shudder, and I felt the wetness of his ejaculate spinning up the small of my back, and he collapsed on me with a long sigh of satisfaction. His lips went to the hollow of my neck, as my hopes collapsed in another night of ‘almost,’ and not quite enough.

Shawn sucked on my neck, marking me as his – to take whenever he wanted, but not before – while I tried to suppress my own shudder. Mine not the product of release but of frustration and disappointment. When I was able to control myself, not wanting to whine or start an argument, or in any way move back from the brink we had almost crossed, I whispered the question I knew he’d understand, because I had asked it before.

‘Why? Why not, Shawn? I’ve said I was ready.’

‘Not here, baby,’ Shawn whispered back. ‘Not here in this room. I want the first time to be special. Don’t you?’

‘The first time will be special, Shawn. I’ve told you that. All it needs to be special is that it needs to be you. You’ve overcome all my inhibitions. I surrender. But to you; only to you.’

‘Soon, love. Just not here. Not in a college dorm room. The place needs to be memorable – and separate from our everyday lives. Soon. Very soon. Give us a kiss.’

Soon came three weeks later, at spring break. Most of the guys were going to Daytona Beach. But Shawn and I were going to his family’s remote house near Oriental, North Carolina, on the inland waterway inside the Carolina Outer Banks. It really wasn’t all that far a drive for Shawn and me down Route 17 from Old Dominion University in Norfolk in his new Thunderbird, but his family was coming down from New York and Boston. Oriental was really remote, far out on a peninsula with only one road in from New Bern. Shawn said they had the house there because of the good duck hunting in the marshlands on the fringes of the Pamlico Peninsula.

‘My stepfather is an avid game hunter,’ Shawn said. ‘Nothing he likes better than bagging fresh game.’

‘Your stepfather?’ I asked. ‘Your father, then, is – ‘

‘Dead, yes,’ Shawn said. ‘He shot himself right after my mother divorced my stepfather. I don’t see much of her. She lives in Europe somewhere or in South America. Who knows from moment to moment?’

‘Your father shot himself after your mother divorced his replacement?’

‘Yeah,’ Shawn said. ‘It’s not all that complicated. My father and stepfather were in business together. Their company builds skyscrapers across the Northeast. My mother went from one to the other – to my father’s best friend and partner, and my father didn’t get around to making a statement about that until after my mother dumped my stepfather.’

‘And you stuck with your stepfather rather than your mother?’

‘He’s the one with the money. So, of course I did,’ Shawn said with a mischievous smile. ‘Now, enough of that. You haven’t noticed that Willy is taking in the sights.’

Actually, I had noticed that Shawn had pulled his dick out of his pants and was driving down Route 17 with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking his cock.

‘I really shouldn’t be driving with one hand, Gabe. Help me out so we don’t get a ticket.’ And with a grin, he pulled my face down to his lap, and I gave him head at 60 miles an hour down the East Coast.

‘Take good care of it now, and it will take especially good care of you tonight, Gabe.’

At last, I thought, as I took very special care of him in the North Carolina sunshine while cruising down Route 17.

* * *

The Morton’s house just a couple of miles outside Oriental must have been the seat of an early plantation on the inland waterway. The main house was an imposing, if not an oversized wooden structure with a southern colonial portico and six thick white-plastered columns holding up a full-length porch over the front verandah. The room Shawn led me to was large and grand, one of the corner rooms with French doors out to the second-floor porch. From these I could see down to the water and could make out pleasure craft taking the inland passage back up the coast from Florida to summer quarters in New England.

The bed was a huge, dark-wood four poster, whose highly polished corner columns were crowned with wooden pineapples, which Shawn was quick to tell me was the southern symbol of hospitality.

‘I’ve wrangled you one of the best rooms, Gabe,’ he said, brushing the back of his hand up and down my arm and giving me goose bumps of arousal. ‘This is where your desires will be fulfilled, if you are as welcoming as these pineapples symbolize.’

‘Of course,’ I whispered in a hoarse, desire-filled voice. ‘Now?’

‘No, not now. Joe wants us to picnic with him down by the water now. He’s in the mood to bag some game and wants company before he sets forth. This room is for later. For you to experience an initiation beyond your wildest dreams. Now, isn’t this better than our dingy little dorm room?’

‘Yes,’ I answered in a small, thick voice. ‘But, Joe?’

‘Oh, Joe’s my stepfather. The others aren’t getting here until late this afternoon.’

‘Others?’

‘Yes. His three brothers. The rest of the firm of Morton and Stabler. The Morton brothers. I’m afraid I have to hold up the Stabler part all on my own now.’

‘Hey, you comin’ or not?’

The voice was gruff, deep, an edge of impatience. A voice not to be denied. Shawn had a hand on my arm, and I felt him give a little shudder. There was something in his face, something that I couldn’t categorize. Just the sound of the voice appeared to have subdued him, changed him somehow. He wasn’t as brash and expressive as he had always been in my presence.

‘Stepfather Joe calls. Ours is to obey,’ Shawn said with a sigh. He took my arm and pulled me out through the French doors and to the edge of the porch.

We looked down onto the fore lawn of the house, and I saw him.

Joe Morton was obviously a formidable man. A king of industries who went straight for what he wanted and usually got what he went for. He was wearing camouflaged hunting gear with high rubber wading boots, obviously prepared to chase down whatever game he shot down over the marshlands. A heavy shotgun rested comfortably in the crook of a brawny arm that handled the weight with ease.

He was a good six and a half feet tall and was, by no means, a small-boned man. Plenty of meat on this man, most of it gristle. It was obvious that he didn’t run his empire from behind a desk but with constant supervision at the top of unfinished skyscrapers. He had a rough-looking, squarish, florid face that probably had seen more of its share of barroom brawls, and he was bald, although the thick, dark hair on his forearms suggested that only his head was hairless.

‘You comin’ or not? Is that him then?’ Joe Morton had turned his gaze on me, and I felt myself shuddering at the power in his voice and gaze.

‘Yes, Joe. We’ll be right out as soon as I swing by the kitchen and get the cooler. And yes, this is Gabe. I told you I’d bring him. Gabe, my stepfather, Joe. It’s all fine, Joe. It’s a go, we’ll be right down.’

I helped Shawn carry the cooler, which was pretty heavy with beer bottles in addition to a picnic lunch, down to the water. Joe had picked out a grassy place under trees with broadly reaching branches overhanging the water, where there was little verge between land and water, just a drop of a couple of inches. Not much in the way of sea vegetation on the margin right here either, although not far in either direction, tall grasses and cattails marked a transition zone of marshy land. There was a pier going a good fifty feet out into the water from here too, with a fair-sized boat house at the end, so it appeared that this was where the family moored their boats and they probably periodically had the water dredged in this strip of land. We were just around a bend of trees from a line of sight from the house.

We might as well have been the only three people on earth in this isolated spot on the remote Pamlico Peninsula. It was the height of the afternoon, and I could see sails far out in the Pamlico Sound, but certainly no one was able to see us.

We were shaded here under the low branches of the trees. The ground was mossy and soft. Shawn threw out a large blanket, plunked the large cooler in the middle of that, and started pulling out sandwiches and beer. The sandwiches were great, but the free-flowing beer was even better. Shawn and Joe were drinking Bud, but Shawn insisted that I drink my favorite, Corona, which he said he’d brought especially for me.

Eventually, Joe went off to do his hunting, and Shawn and I began to make out on the blanket.

The beer was going to my head. I must have drunk more of them than I thought I was. It wasn’t long before I was pretty woozy and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion and in a blue haze.

Shawn was being unusually amorous, and I did nothing to stop him. He’d said we’d finally fuck for the first time in my room in the house, but if he took me here and now, that certainly was fine with me.

We were naked and Shawn was sitting on the blanket, facing the water. He had pulled me down to where I was sitting, facing him, on his thighs, with my legs straddling his hips. We were kissing and he had a hand wrapped around both of our dicks, holding them together, and was stroking them slowly. We were both hard as a rock and I was panting for him, pining for him to take me at long last.

We’d never done this before, and I loved it. I loved it even more when he pushed me down on my back along his legs and lifted my pelvis up to his face and was giving me head. I moaned and groaned for him, and he kept playing my cock until I spouted for him too. We’d certainly never done that before.

I was in a daze. I had no idea how we had changed position so that I was bent over the cooler on my belly, my buttocks presenting, ready for the plowing, but there we were. And Shawn was on his knees behind me, and his hands were spreading my cheeks and his tongue was at my asshole.

I writhed and sighed and grunted for him. He was going to do it. He finally was going to take me. I only wished I wasn’t so drunk. Why was I so out of it? I’d never gotten this drunk before in my life. I was at the moment of fully coupling with my lover, and I was too drunk to do anything but lay there and take whatever he gave me.

Shawn moved around to in front of me. He went down on his knees and took my head in his hands and guided my lips to his cock and slowly slid into my mouth.

But what was that? Shawn was at my head, but I also had hands on my hips. Big, strong, callused hands.

I was almost lifted off the cooler in shock and surprise and pain, as I felt a bulbous pressure at my asshole – a club pushing to enter my virginal ass. I tried to retreat from the assault, but the hands were holding me fast at the hips and Shawn was now pinning my biceps in a vice grip, holding me down, belly plastered to the plastic top of the cooler, butt waving in the air.

I wildly pulled my head away from Shawn’s cock and looked around to behind me, as best I could. I opened my mouth in a primeval cry that caused a flutter in the cattails nearby, and a covey of ducks took to the air, as Stepfather Joe’s thick cock breached my sphincter and rose inside me, grabbing for the very center of me, possessing me, taking my virginity.

He was still wearing his camouflaged vest and those high-topped rubber boots, but he was otherwise naked. Big, heavily muscled, hairy, powerful, filling and stretching me to the limit.

And unrelenting in his deflowering of me. Together, the two men were just too strong for me, and I was too far gone from the beer – and not just from the beer, I groggily realized, but also from whatever they had put in the beer.

Joe was virile and strong and long-lasting and hard and thick and long. He fucked and fucked, while I weakly writhed and took him long and deep in relentless thrustings. It wasn’t long before I gave over to the pleasure enveloping the pain. What was gone was gone. At this point, any release from the frustration was freeing. I still wanted Shawn; it would just now have to be later rather than sooner. Shawn pulled my face back down to his cock and I sucked him to completion, trying to convey to him that he still was my lover, and had spilled my seed myself before Joe was finished with me.

The haze overpowered me before Joe had withdrawn, but when next I returned to some semblance of consciousness, I was stretched out on my belly on the moss beside the blanket and Joe now was fucking Shawn. Shawn was on his back, with his legs spread, and Joe was crouched between Shawn’s legs and pumping away inside his hole. Now that I could see the power of what Joe had between his legs, I almost swooned at what I had taken from him. Shawn’s head was lolled to the side, facing me, and I could tell by the expression on his face that he loved this congress with his stepfather. Even in my groggy state, the truth of who was whose lover here and why Shawn hadn’t taken me before now seeped into my brain.

After they were finished, Shawn helped me up to the house and upstairs and sat me down on the bed. He brought out another Corona and forced the cool beer down my throat. I was zoning out again as he took my head in his hands and guided my mouth to his invading cock, face fucking me to his completion. He stretched me out on the bed on my back and was tying off my wrists above my head at the headboard.

Then he turned and walked out of the room. Still not taking me properly and fully.

My mind swam around with no focused thoughts until I fixated on the sensation of being penetrated again. I opened my eyes, or at least thought I did, and all was dark. Still, I thought I got some sense of being in that large bedroom on the second floor of the Oriental house. My legs were being spread by brawny hands, and I could make out a big, barrel chest hovering over me. Neither Shawn’s young, sculpted muscles, nor Joe’s hairy chest. Definitely not Joe – a full head of hair. Older than Shawn. I was being plowed, filled and pumped. I whimpered and protested, but I was too weak and groggy to put up any sort of resistance and I was bound. I heard a groan and felt a shudder and then relief as the pressure in my bowels lessened.

I drifted off to sleep only to partially awaken, on my side this time, to being encased by strong arms by a body stretched behind me. My leg was being lifted, and I almost was startled into full consciousness as a club thrust itself into my channel and began churning away. I started to scream out in indignation and surprise and pain, but a hand went over my mouth and pinched my nose, and I couldn’t breath. I was fighting for breath and unsuccessfully trying to pull away from the hot rod rising up my channel, only serving to pull a throbbing tool deeper inside me, when I blacked out.

The dream was so vivid that I could have sworn I was completely awake while I was being fucked a third time in that dark room. This time I was on my belly, apparently turned and retied at the headboard, and there was a heavy weight on my hips and hands holding down my upper arms, as again a hard tool was plowing my channel in long, deep strokes.

* * *

The click of the bedroom door woke me the next morning. I was stretched out on the bed, naked and sore. Sore of muscles, but mostly sore inside my channel. I had no illusion that I had finally been fucked. But everything was hazy. Had Shawn and I made love? It seemed like I had been fucked repeatedly, but somehow I didn’t feel Shawn had been doing any of it. I was confused. But I no longer was tense from the frustration of not being fucked, because I definitely could feel that it had happened.

I looked over to where there was a wing-back chair in front of a fireplace. There was a small side table next to the chair and a breakfast tray on top of the table. I decided that was why I had heard the door click. I’d received breakfast.

I had to admit I was hungry. I painfully pulled myself off the bed, took a pair of jeans from my suitcase, pulled them gingerly on, and went over to the tray. I was pouring a cup of coffee, when I heard the braying of more than one dog out on the front lawn. Taking the coffee with me, and sipping as I went, I went out on the porch and over to the railing.

I arrived there just in time to see five men striding down the lawn toward the water, with three hounds nipping merrily at their heels. Four of the men were dressed as Joe was the previous day, prepared for a day of hunting. One of them was Joe Morton and three of them were almost carbon copies of him – undoubtedly the remaining Morton brothers. The head of hair on one of them brought back a painful memory. They must have arrived yesterday while Joe was fucking me down by the pier. I wasn’t all that dumb. The ‘nightmare’ of the previous night was getting a lot less hazy. I’d been drugged and bagged by the Morton brothers. It wasn’t only ducks they hunted down on the remote Pamlico Peninsula.

The fifth figure, dressed in khaki slacks and a red T, was Shawn. Shawn, my erstwhile lover. A procurer of virgins for Joe and his brothers. Joe his real lover. Shawn broke away from the other four and headed around to the side of the house as the four brothers jauntily walked toward the marshlands, their shotguns slung over their broad shoulders, ready to continue bagging game.

I ate and dressed and slowly descended the broad staircase to the first floor, bowlegged and fighting the pains deep inside me that screamed at each step – pains not only inside me but also in my conflicted emotions. I should be angry and indignant, but I had wanted to be fucked – and now I certainly had been.

An elderly black man, dressed in a black suit, was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

‘Good morning, sir,’ he said. ‘Mr. Morton told me to drive you back to Norfolk this morning, sir. He and the other gentlemen will be out hunting all day.’

‘But Shawn – ‘ I started to say. I had quite a bit to say to my college roomy.

‘Young Mr. Stabler is already gone, sir. He drove out just a while ago.’

Gone? Shawn gone? ‘But I came down here with him. We came together.’ I was having trouble processing. This was all just too much for me to process.

‘Mr. Stabler isn’t going back to Norfolk, sir. He’s transferred elsewhere. He won’t be going back to Old Dominion.’

So much for all of my dreams of a first time with Shawn.

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I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end high up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light into the loft, while below the barn was dark and silent, cluttered and filled with dust. But I didn’t know that when I first saw it.

I came upon it slowly as I emerged onto the top of the mountain after a climb up through untouched forest from the bay below. And I came at it from the rear, seeing the high window lit with the full afternoon sun, and I saw him there caught in the sun, naked and golden, like some lost angel. Perched up there on the window sill looking down at me. And he is the reason I remember the barn so well.

By the time I looked up, I wasn’t surprised to see him there. I had tracked him here, by the ruts the motorbike he’d left the clearing on – the marks that the wheels, spinning in his anxiety to escape the clearing, had made in the track up the side of the mountain in earth softened by the rain the previous evening. The motorbike itself was down on its side in front of the yawning door into the dark interior of the barn.

I wasn’t even all that surprised to see him leaning precariously against the window frame, more outside the barn than in, looking so confused and sober – and forlorn. But, God was he beautiful. A young god, perfectly formed, curly golden locks framing his head, pale blue eyes brimming with moist tears. All he lacked was wings. But even without the wings, he appeared ready to take flight at any moment, whenever courage overtook confusion and indecision. Below the window the mountainside tumbled down toward the bay in a cascade of jagged-edge stone outcroppings.

A precarious moment when he saw me looking at him. Surprise swimming into embarrassment and a moment of indecision as he first leaned out over the abyss and then withdrew into the darkness beyond the window. If he thought to wait until I had hiked on by along the mountain ridge, he had another thought coming.

* * *

I had first spied him down in the clearing in a fold in the mountains where the hiking trail dipped down into the quiet forest before rising again to the ridgeline.

And I first heard him – or, rather, heard the other one, the young god had been silent throughout – before I saw him. He was naked then too.

I heard the unmistakable sound of lovemaking as I neared the clearing. So, I slowed down and stealthily approached, interested, not wanting to disturb before I had taken in the scene. The woods were dense here all around the clearing except for the track leading into the cleared area, so I could get very close without being detected.

The first thing I saw was an expensive sports car, a sleek Jaguar sedan, I think, although I hardly am an expert in flashy, fast sports cars. And propped up on a stand beside the car was a motorbike that perhaps was flashier than the car, although not in a refined way. It was painted some psychedelic metallic color and had skull and bones-type stickers plastered all over its fenders and gas tank. The seat was some sort of fuzzy black carpeting material.

The presumed owners of the vehicles were on a blanket a bit away from their rides and near the sun-dappled center of the clearing. It wasn’t all that hard to match vehicle with owner. The elegant blond god surely belonged to the Jaguar. His legs were hooked on the hips of the other kneeling figure, his feet suspended in air and dangling, with his torso bent back toward the ground, his shoulder blades and a cheek touching the blanket. His face was turned toward me and his eyes had a vacant look. His cheek was tear stained.

Knelt under the suspended pelvis of the blond angel was the dark one. The blond’s legs spread and hooked on his hips and his dimpled butt cheeks rested on the thighs of the kneeling dark one, whose naked body was a veritable showcase of punk body piercings and tattoos. A total contrast in the angel’s clean-cut blondness and the other one’s swarthy darkness. Undoubtedly the owner of the in-your-face motorbike.

The dark one’s body rings jangled and his tattoos undulated as his long, thin cock, revealed also to have a ring through the glans when he withdrew completely before plunging back in, fucked inside the blond one’s channel in long, sweeping strokes.

The dark one clearly was excited and was having a good time; the blond angel seemed barely there at all mentally and emotionally. A pall of pot smoke hung over the clearing, and my guess was that the blond god was well ahead of the dark punk in drags of that. There were a couple of empty bottles of wine lying around at the edge of the blanket to. Yellowtail Shiraz. I recognized the familiar lable. I liked that too; smooth but cheap.

I stood in the shadows of the bush and unzipped myself and shared in the rhythm of the dark one’s thrusts inside the blond as well as his stick play with the blond one’s cock.

The blond gave a little shudder and twitch and his cock head bubbled up in whitish cum. The dark one took longer at his pleasure, increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts as he climaxed in three long strokes that moved the blond’s torso up the blanket several inches.

When done, not withdrawing his cock, the dark one gathered the blond up against his chest and began murmuring in his ear. I couldn’t hear what they said, but obviously the dark one was trying to cajole his lover into agreement on some important issue. The blond had his face buried in the dark one’s shoulder and seemed to be crying softly. At first he whispered back and shook his head several times, but at length he stopped talking back and nodded a few times.

Having apparently won his point, the dark one turned the blond onto his hands and knees, rose up behind him, crouched over the angel’s hips, encircled his thin waist with a dusky, heavily muscled forearm, and dog-fucked his complaisant, nearly comatose lover again in long, hard strokes.

Jeans and T-shirts for both of them were scattered beside the blanket. I saw the dark one whisper something in the blond’s ear after he’d finished fucking him a second time – or at least the second time I had viewed the action. The blond answered him and the dark one leaned over and went through the pockets of one of the pair of jeans. He came up with the keys to the Jaguar. Then he grabbed up one of the bottles of Yellowtail, which apparently hadn’t been empty and left the blond, who curled up into something close to the fetal position on the blanket and went over to the motorbike. He took a long swig of the wine bottle and threw it to the side on the ground. Then he rummaged around in a pack hanging on the back of the motorbike and came up with a long length of hosing.

I watched, fascinated, as the dark one went over to the Jaguar and placed and end of the hosing over the exhaust pipe and then ran the hose up to the back window on the other side of the car from where I was hidden. He opened the car door and rolled the window down a bit and pushed the other end of the hose into the opening. Then he rolled the window back up as far as it would go. He closed the door and opened the driver’s seat door and got behind the wheel long enough to turn the engine on. Then he got out of the car and shut that door.

He walked back around to the blanket and leaned down and whispered something in the blond’s ear. The blond must have heard him, but he said nothing. The dark one tried to lift the blond, but then the blond became animated enough to indicate that he wasn’t going to get up just then. I saw him rummage around at the edge of the blanket and come up with a packet of cigarettes. He lit one with a match from a matchbook that had been lodged underneath the cellophane wrapping of the packet. He took a long pull on the cigarette and spoke softly to the dark one, but not so softly that I couldn’t hear him.

‘Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be there.’

‘We agreed. You’ll do it, won’t you?’ the dark one asked. ‘Together. We wanted to be together.’ His voice came out in cajoling velvet, but I could sense the steel behind them too. I could sense that he had some sort of control over the blond angel.

‘Yes, yes. Just need to smoke some courage.’

With that, the dark one stood over the blond for a few seconds, looking down at him, giving him a stern, searching look. Then he went back to the Jag, opened the back door facing me, climbed in, and closed the door.

I could see him in there, his head reclined back on the seat. And I could hear the car’s motor running, and I fancied I could smell the exhaust gas being hosed from the tail pipe directly into the passenger compartment.

I heard something of a sob from the blond one. I looked over at him. He had finished his cigarette. After a moment of stony silence, he uncoiled from the bunched-up position he’d taken on the blanket, stood, and slowly walked over to the Jag. Even in distress, he moved beautifully. He opened the back door and joined the dark one on the back seat.

They were fucking again. The blond was straddling the dark one now, facing him, and, I’m sure, although I couldn’t see the point of contact in the closed car, rising and falling on the dark one’s cock. The dark one just remained laying back in the seat, his eyes closed, his eyebrow and lip rings glittering in the streaks of sunlight stabbing at the Jaguar through the gaps in the rustling leaves overhead.

It took me several minutes to work my way around the perimeter of the clearing to get behind the car on the other side, but I moved as quickly as I dared. When I got there, I crouched down and slithered as best I could over to the rear end of the car and quietly pulled the end of the hose off the tailpipe.

Then I sat back and watched.

It didn’t take all that long after that for the blond to have a change of mind or to decide this wasn’t working for him, or maybe that it wasn’t working fast enough. The back door of the Jag opened and he stumbled out. Leaving the door ajar, he hobbled over to the blanket, pulled a pair of the jeans on while rummaging around in the pockets of the other pair. I heard the jangle of keys, and the blond, walking a little more steadily now, went over to the motorbike, mounted the bike, revved up the motor, and clumsily rode out of the clearing. The bike turned, its wheels spinning out in his anxiety to leave the clearing, on the uphill track toward the summit of the mountain.

I waited for a few minutes. The dark one wasn’t moving, but I thought I was able to detect some sign of breath, a small twitch or something.

I stripped off my clothes, opened the back door of the Jag, and climbed in.

* * *

After I had seen the angel withdraw from the barn window, I entered into the dark maw of the corrugated iron building and stood just inside the door for a minute or more, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was a good 10 degrees hotter in here than outside, no doubt a result of the sun beating on the barn’s metal skin. I could smell the hay, and as my eyes reset to the dim light, the atmosphere clouded with swirling dust, I could see that the barn was being used to store bales and bales of it.

A great candidate for an internal combustion fire, I thought. A natural place for the angel to have escaped to – ascend in fiery launch rather than drifting off in a snuff of noxious fumes. That was precisely the impression I’d gotten back in the clearing of his condition – ready to blow at any moment from internal combustion.

I saw the ladder to the loft off to the right, and I climbed it, being sure that I made enough noise that he knew I was coming and that I wasn’t trying to sneak up on him. He was like a skittish pony, ready to bolt and do something stupid at the least excuse. I wanted him; I’d wanted him from the first minute I saw his slender hips suspended over the blanket in the clearing and being fucked by the dark one. And I wanted to help him get to where he wanted to go. I didn’t want to spook him at this delicate stage.

He had tugged the tight jeans back on and was leaning his butt against an old wooden table, crackling with the hint of several layers of different-colored paint, that was pushed against the metal wall beside the open window he had just been standing in.

He wasn’t looking at me. He was hunched forward, head hanging low over a beautifully formed torso, golden curls cascading down. He held an elbow in the palm of one hand and he was picking at his teeth with the fingers of the other hand. He didn’t look at me, but I knew he knew I was there. His body twitched as he hunched there in the silence and I heard a little hiccup or sob, I know not which. My eyes went to his bare feet; beautiful, slender feet, long, perfectly spaced toes.

I wanted him. I wanted to fuck him. And I wanted him to respond as he hadn’t responded to the dark one. I wanted to suck on those toes as I drilled him, down to the quick. I wanted to help him get to where he wanted to go.

‘Are you OK?’

No response, except, yes, maybe another little dry sob.

‘I said, are you OK?’ I increased the volume a bit, but I tried to keep my voice calm and silky. These were the worse moments, the most dangerous, delicate moments of the dance. ‘I saw you from below . . . in the window. And I was afraid – ‘

‘Yes, I’m OK, thanks. I just need to be alone, thanks.’ The voice, the first time I’d heard anything from him, although I felt I’d known him forever, was a rich, soft baritone. A voice to attract attention, just as his beautiful body did.

‘Can I help . . . with anything?’

‘No, no, thanks. I’m fine.’

I moved slowly and quietly over to the table and pulled the pack off my back and gently lowered it to the floor. I leaned my butt against the table next to him and placed a hand tentatively on his forearm. He twitched once and there was another slight sob, but I could feel him calm down, tension starting to drain out of him from the mere contact of skin on skin. His head was still hanging down, his eyes cast toward his crotch. My eyes were drifting there too, and I could feel the increasing tightness in my own crotch.

‘Fine? I wasn’t sure from seeing you in the window that . . . sure you don’t want to talk with someone about it . . . whatever it is?’

I moved my arm around his shoulder and he just sort of collapsed into me, his face buried in my chest.’

‘Vince. Vince and I . . . Vince thought . . . convinced me. . . . Life is such shit.’

‘There, there,’ I cooed, and I started an almost imperceptible rocking of our bodies. The young man seemed to like this. I could feel the tension flowing out of him. ‘A beautiful young man like you? How could life – ‘

‘Up to our necks in debt, and nothing going right – ‘

‘Vince doesn’t take care of you?’ My mind was racing. Vince obviously was the key; Vince obviously was the dark one. ‘You’re with Vince? Vince is your lover?’

‘Yeah, I’m with Vince. But things aren’t going . . . Vince said we had no other choice.’

‘Vince doesn’t take care of you? Who pays?’

‘Vince is an artist, a musician,’ the blond god spoke through quiet snufflings, ‘. . . there’s never enough . . . and what I get from my parents . . . Well, we’ve come to an end and Vince said it was time.’

I had my lips against the golden curls and my free hand was moving on his torso, progressing from tentative touches to light stroking, and now to gentle massaging. He was responding to me. I was hearing more sighs now than sobs.

‘Your parents. They don’t approve of Vince?’ I had my palm on his belly now, down low, my pinky under the low-rise waistband of his jeans.

‘No, no, they don’t,’ he whispered. He was slightly shuddering now, responding to my attentions.

I took just a minute away from where my arms and hands were to pull my shirt over my head but then I returned them to where they’d been immediately, not wanting him to realize I’d ever lost the purchase I had attained there.

‘And are they wrong about Vince? Really?’ I wanted him to think about that but I didn’t want him to say anything, so I turned his face up to mine and took his sweet lips with mine. As I took his breath away with a deep kiss, I moved the palm of my hand down under his waistband, pushing his jeans zipper open as my hand descended. I possessed his cock. He melted to me. Having some idea of the hold that Vince held over him, I rode on that crest of taking charge and showing authority, and the young man put up no resistance to me.

‘And is Vince a good lover?’ I asked as I release his lips from mine but also released his cock from the restriction of his jeans. I press a thumb into his piss slit and slowly worked his tool up and down with my fist, giving it pressure in a slow rhythm. I lowered my head and took one of his nipples between my teeth. He was moaning quietly.

‘Does Vince make love to you like this?’

‘No,’ his answered in a small, whispery voice.

I laid him gently back on the table and work my lips and tongue across his belly and up and encasing his cock. He murmured quietly above me and sighed and moaned as I made love to his cock.

I raised my head and looked up at his golden curls-framed face. ‘And does Vince make love to you like this?’

‘No,’ he moaned as I returned to sucking on his glans and darting my tongue in out of his piss slit. The fingers of one of my hands was opening up his anal canal and those of the other were playing a concerto on his nipples and belly. He was moving his beautiful body now in languid undulation in concert with the lovemaking I was giving him.

I lifted my head again and said, in a husky voice. ‘I want to make deep love to you. I want to move inside you.’

‘Yes, yes,’ he moaned.

I pulled away from him then stripped off my trousers. I retrieved a condom packet from the pocket of the trousers and held it up for him to see. ‘If you want it, you have to make a decision, do something decisive. You have to cap me with this.’ This was a start. I wanted to fuck him, yes, but I wanted to help him to get to where he wanted to go. He had to take some responsibility, show some life.

I tore the packet open as he sat up and then he took the condom out and rolled it onto my cock while I took his lips in mine and we kissed deeply.

Then, with a sigh, he slowly laid back onto the table, scooted his butt to the edge of the table, and lifted and parted his legs and dug his heels into the edge of the table in a wide stance. I went down on my knees between his legs and started tonguing his hole while I stroked my cock to fuller power.

When I stood and entered him, he emitted a little cry and arched his back and grabbed for the side edges of the table with his hands. I took hold of his slim hips and pulled him up to me as my cock slid farther inside of him. He was moving and writhing under me as I bottomed and then started long, powerful strokes inside him. I was panting and breathing heavily at the thrill of fucking such a beautiful, nubile blond body, he was gasping and groaning and giving little yipping sounds at the taking. This was nothing like I’d seen on the blanket in the clearing. He was giving me his all, taking the fuck in the fullness of what I had to offer and to give him.

We were into a rhythm, with his pelvis as fully in motion and revolution as mine was. He came up and threw his arms around me, and buried his face in my chest and teethed on my nipples. And I fucked on and on, in deep, long thrusts of lust.

I looked down into his eyes, which were swimming in passion and want. I wrapped a hand around one of his ankles and brought one of his feet to my lips and I kissed and started sucking on his toes as I stroked away inside him. He was writhing away under me, stroking his own cock, and as I sucked on his big toe his body lurched and he cried out and shot his seed up onto my heaving belly.

‘This is life.’ I cried out in mid thrust. ‘Do you embrace life?’

‘Ohhh,’ he responded, but then, ‘But Vince said – ‘

‘Fuck Vince,’ I cried out and thrust deep inside him. He gave a little yelp and dug his nails into my shoulders. ‘Fuck what Vince said. Think for yourself. I’ve fucked Vince, and he wasn’t half as alive as you are.’

The blond arched his back down to the table top and looked at me with a shocked expression in his face. ‘You know Vince? You couldn’t. You couldn’t have fuc – ‘

‘Want proof?’ I sneered. I’d stopped stroking inside him, but I was still buried deep and had a grip on his hips, holding him to me where we both centered. I released one of his hips and reached down into my backpack and pulled out a golden-yellow T-shirt.

‘Yours or Vince’s?’ I asked as I fisted the shirt over his face.

‘Mine. How did you? Where did you . . . ?’

‘You left it in the clearing. Where I left Vince after I fucked him.’

‘Vince wanted – ‘

‘Vince is gone,’ I yelled down into his face. ‘What is it <i>you</i> want. Vince is gone.’

‘Vince? Gone?’

I dropped the shirt and got both of my arms around him and lifted him off the table in fury and turned him and forced his chest down on the table top roughly with a fist to the small of his back. He yelped. I thrust my dick brutally inside his canal and he cried out again in pain, Digging a fist in his blond curls, I cruelly pulled his head back toward me as I fucked hard and furiously inside his channel.

‘Oww, that hurts. Oh, Gawd, you’re splitting me,’ he cried out.

‘Life or death? Which one is it? Which do you want? Vince or life?’ I was bending my lips close to his ear and hissing at him.

‘I don’t . . . Ohhh, ahhhh. Vince says we couldn’t . . . Ohhhh. You’re killing me.’

Fucking away furiously still, I bit his earlobe, drawing blood, and hissed again. ‘What is it you want? Fuck Vince. Which do <i>you</i> want?’

He was crying out at the hard taking now, not responding with more than groans and yelps.

‘I could fuck you to death. I will fuck you to death. Is that what you want? If not, fight for your life, damn it!’

More crying out, writhing under my assault on his body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted him off the table and frog-marched him over the window. I suspended him outside the window over the abyss, my arms wrapped around him, my cock continuing its vicious upward stroking in his ass.

He began to struggle hard against me now. I was too strong from him, but he was struggling against me, and he grabbed the frame on either side with his hands and was holding on for dear life, grunting and gasping in an affirmation now that he wanted to live. Holding on for dear life and struggling to live.

But I was too strong for him and this was the apex moment. I covered his face with one of my hands, the heel of the hand jammed against his mouth and my fingers pinching his nose shut.

I shot my load deep inside him while he was still struggling, but it wasn’t long after that that he went limp from lack of oxygen and blacked out.

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The blond, his spent and battered beautiful body in a heap on the floor by the low-linteled window in the barn’s loft, started to stir, and I buried myself deeper in the shadows of stacks of hay bales. He thought he was alone. I couldn’t leave him like this, though. I couldn’t be sure where this went from here. I needed to know that I’d gotten through to him, and that where he wanted to go wasn’t where he had been thinking he wanted to go. He’d been lying to himself. He would never had left the clearing if he wasn’t being steamrolled into something he didn’t really want by Vince.

I watched him stretch and gingerly uncoil and regretted immediately that I couldn’t – or, at least, shouldn’t – go back and fuck him all over again.

I heard the burring of the telephone a long time before he seemed to. I panicked at the thought that it could be mine and could give my presence away, but the burring clearly was coming from near the table.

The blond stood slowly, stiffly and then stretched and reached for his jeans. Out came the burring cell phone.

‘Hello?’ he said in that silky baritone voice of his.

He became more animated. ‘Vince, Vince. You’re alive! I thought.’ a few moments of silence at this end and then ‘You were what? Saved and then fucked by a hiker? I don’t know. I just don’t know what to think . . .’ Prolonged silence and the, ‘I know, I know. I just couldn’t . . . can’t. Listen, Vince, it’s just not going to . . . Yes, I’m sorry I took your motorbike. I’ll return it to the apartment, but when I get there, you need to be packed and ready to move on.’ Another few moments of silence. ‘No, Vince, no. It’s over. I’m making other choices. Just pack and go.’

I had the impression Vince was still talking when the blond snapped the cell phone shut and stooped down beside the table and retrieved his clothes and shoes and started to dress.

I waited until I no longer could hear the motor of the motorbike before I climbed down from the loft and walked out into the late afternoon light. I shivered when I walked out of the barn; I hadn’t realized how hot it had been in there, how much heat the corrugated iron sheathing captured and held. Once more I thought of the possibility of an internal combustion fire in all of that hay packed into the barn. But I no longer related the blond angel to thoughts of internal combustion. I had hope renewed there.

Before I started out along the ridge of the mountain top, I turned and looked down at the barn, and at that odd window high up on its side, deserted now. No, I wouldn’t be forgetting this barn for a good long time.

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As usual at this time of year, id been training extra hard with the team for the series of big matches we had comin up. I love rugby, but the truth is, im a year younger than the rest of the guys on my team, which means i have to work extra hard to keep up. Chris is captain of our team, young, 19, strong, athletic, and very muscular. he had messy light brown hair, blue eyes, and the broadest, firmest, roundest ass cheeks you’ve ever seen. Coach asked me to stay after practise once on a bright summer morning after a hard practise. He said Chris was staying too, so he could help me with my drop-kicking. The other guys had long been and gone, and Chris and I made our way out to the fields. I watched his muscular legs flex in slow motion as he booted the ball. i saw his tight blue rugby shirt, his short grey shorts, and tight black lycra under-shorts. He was so fit, so sexy. After an hour or so, he said it was time to head in.

‘You gonna hit the showers first or will I?’ i asked, as we came into the changing room. We were so used to being naked and showering all together as a team, that it seemed weird when there was only two of us.

‘Im kinda in a rush dude, we’ll head in there at the same time.’ he said, and my heart sank. i knew if i saw him naked id get hard, so i was gonna have to really try not to look. I agreed and we got undressed from our sweaty tight rugby kits. i didnt dare look at Chris. we walked into the shower room together, wrapped in white towels. Chris went to one side, i went to the other side. I took my towel off, and stood naked under the hot running water, i casually looked at Chris. He had to his back to me, the hot water sliding down his muscly back, and over his massive, muscular cheeks. My cock hardened. i turned right around to make sure he couldnt see my dick. after a few seconds, i couldnt resist another look, my heart leapt when i turned round! Chris was standing right there!

‘Do u have any extra shower gel?’ he said casually. i stared at him, lost for words. Those rock hard abs, massive biceps, huge pecks, big lush brown nipples, and…his cock was big even when it was soft. so thick! My dick shot up, and he looked down at it, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

‘well,’ he said,’ this is new.’ he reached out and grabbed my fully erect 7 inch dick. he leaned in and kissed me hard, our muscular bodies pressing up agianst each other. i reached down to lick his huge nipples, pleasuring him. Then, he told me that wasnt all i could lick. i dropped to my knees. His cock was over 8 inches, think and veiny. i took as much of it as i could into my mouth, sucking hard and slow. he moaned, and cummed hard into my mouth. i swallowed and got to my feet. we kissed more, and he lead me into the changing room. He sat me down on a table, and threw my legs into the air, i felt him slide his big wet cock into my ass, pounding me hard. We sucked and fucked, and kissed for hours…

and let me tell you, it wasnt the last time i stayed for extra practise 😛

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Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my Lawrence Durrell-rented villa and let him vigorously, joyously, and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean.

I laid the pen down. The house on the hill at Bellapais overlooking the Mediterranean below, unseen in the dark of night, but heard in the constant lapping of the waters on the rocky shore, was quiet. Or was it? It seemed to be whispering to me again, compelling me to write what I had written when I intended to be writing something entirely different. The light of the lamp on the desk was dimming, evidence of the perpetual power problems of the archaic Turkish Cypriot electrical plant. The shadows cast in the room almost took human shape. How many had sat at this desk before me? Had they heard the same whispers? Or was this my personal torment? Uncontrollably torn between two impulses, two lives that could not cohabit. Here because I had made a decision, taken a stand, renounced a fetish, but torn, drawn to defeat, by the spirit of this house, as evidenced in what I was compelled to write – and then to act out.

I rose from the carved pine chair and tread quietly across the Turkish carpet, seeking the painting in the studio beyond, checking to see if he had finished it. Wanting him to finish it, a completed painting somehow being the signal of my release from that other impulse.

No. There we were, the two of us, staring out of the canvas in our never-ending reverie at the cafe table, me perpetually lifting my wine glass in salute to him. But only rough sketchings on glaring white canvas where our bodies faded toward the lower edge. The background elaborately, lushly painted. But the canvas still unfinished at its foundation. He hadn’t wanted to tell me, or so it seemed. But back in London, when he had given me the choice – no, the ultimatum – he had blurted out that the painting would not be complete until he could be sure of me.

And when would that be, I wondered. Certainly not tonight. Not with what the spirits of this house had compelled me to ink on the paper this evening. I was drawn back to the desk, and I sat, reluctantly, once again, and picked up the pen and let my hand write what it would. I am so, so weak.

And then back down to the square in the twilight after dinner with those fairy lights in the olive trees around the fringe of the stone cafe terrace, and, in that soft light and twittering laughter of the Mediterranean men and wisps of strong Turkish tobacco drifting up, eyeing and being eyed until I got the certain look from one I fancied and took him back up to the villa and let him fuck me in long, slow, sweeping strokes on the terrace under the stars.

‘Mark, it’s late. Come to bed, love.’

Val’s voice, thick and distant with the edge of sleep, intruded as if from the other side of the murmuring sea. Struck with guilt, my hand dropped the pen. I rose once again and moved to the door into the bedroom Val and I shared, a room jutting out on the cliffside terrace toward the sea, with open windows on three sides to the night breezes and the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks far below.

The old, iron bed in the center of the room on wall-to-wall straw matting. A fire still smoldering in the fireplace on the wall adjoining the main wing of the house. Val, naked, and beautifully stretched out in the center of the bed.

I moved to the bed and sat down and laid my hand on the belly of my young lover. Lord Cramner. Such a heady title for the slender, willowy young man who had stolen my heart. Valery Cramner to those not impressed with titles. My darling Val to me. Brilliant, sensitive, artistic, and high strung when awake and in his element with paint brush and oil pallet in his sensuous hands. But vulnerable and young and beckoning now in repose. A smile stealing across his face now, as he felt the heat of my palm on his belly, his eyes still closed. A lock of his curly, shoulder-length, soft-brown hair fell across his face, and I moved my free hand to brush it out of his eyes.

Val took my hand in his and raised it to his lips. He kissed the fingertips and then took the index finger between his full lips and gave languid suck. His eyes still closed, he was only half awake, but this was when he wanted me the most.

I pulled my hand back and stood by the bed. As he turned onto his belly with a sigh, knowing what came next, wanting it, I undid the sash of my robe and let the garment fall off my shoulders and to the floor. I sat on the bed again, this time below his thighs and I leaned my face down, and as I parted his pert, smooth-skinned orbs, I moved my lips and tongue to his puckered, warm entrance.

Val sighed for me as I gently rimmed him, preparing him; he moaned and moved his hips when I entered him with lubricated fingers; he purred when I stretched my body along his back and encased his thighs closely in mine; he cried out softly as I buried my lips in the hollow of his neck and began sliding my cock inside his channel; he groaned and slowly churned his hips, and turned his head, eyes still closed, to capture my lips with his as I slowly but relentless moved in and out, ever deeper, inside him. He writhed under me as I mastered him, the older man taking the younger lover, ever deeper and lust-induced thicker, with ever more forceful thrustings. His eyes opened and his back arched against my heaving chest as he spread his seed on the sheeting of the bed. And then he just collapsed into himself, closed his eyes again, and murmured endearments and encouragement as I reached my own climax.

When I felt his breathing had become regular and relaxed, I gently withdrew from him, rose and moved, naked, and now tumescent, back to the desk in the other room. I sat and lifted up the pen with one hand. The other hand glided down my belly, through my pubic bush, and into my lap.

And maybe, if he was really, really beautiful and masterful, taking him back to my bed for a night of sleep broken by brief periods of wanton lust, waking to the feel of a hot poker at my hole and a wheedling whisper for permission at my ear and arching back to accept the homage of a throbbing need to be deep inside me. Breakfasting on the terrace by the small pool and then pulling him into the pool and wrapping my legs around his waist and letting the swirling water soften the rhythmic in and outing as I threw my head back and watched the morning Mediterranean light filter through the sighing branches of the olive trees and thought about my after-lunch visit to the cafe on the square, already assessing which eyes I would respond to today.

The pen dropped. I was stroking myself, close once more to ejaculation. Uncontrollably torn between my young lover and his ultimatum and my weak-willed instincts. Having everything I would ever need in him; but my racing mind – and now the spirits of this house, of this jaded village of Bellapais – telling me that there was more than that and that I wanted it. My breathing heavy, my hand working my cock, my mind wandering to the men I’d seen in the open-air cafe in the Bellapais square just down the winding, uneven cobble-stoned narrow street winding down from this ledge into the Byzantine abbey forecourt. Searching the young, masculine Turkish men’s faces in my mind, seeing their interest. Straining my ears to hear their late-night banter and the sound of the stringed baglama above the crashing of the surf far down the cliffside. Imagining them coming for me, fucking me on the chaise lounge on the terrace by the pool overlooking the blue Mediterranean. Throwing my head back, groaning, twitching, lurching, and then going dormant, collapsing back into the carved pine chair at the writing desk. Once more losing the struggle. Once more betraying my young lover.

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I wondered if Lawrence Durrell had known the deck was being stacked against us when he offered up this refuge, his own retreat for writing, in northern Cyprus, far from the London swirl, with its distractions and damnations, when Val had decided that we must flee or part. I wonder if the house had tried to pull Durrell down to the intoxicating, devouring men at the cafe in the Bellapais square as well when he was writing his Alexandria Quartet here. When that possibility occurred to me, I poured over my copy of the quartet, looking for evidence, but, as broodingly sexual and sensuous as that master work was, I saw no indication of this in his writing. Perhaps it was just me. Perhaps the house preyed on my weakness alone – or found the special weakness of each of its tenants and slowly drove them crazy with their inability to fight their instincts and base desires.

Durrell had certainly been responsible for bringing Val and me together. When the London cafe owner had conjured up the idea to re-create a Brighten wine cafe on the banks of the Thames, Durrell had suggested a theme of the Brighton Circle, a group of writers, I among them, who frequented such a cafe in Brighton for our self-important witty-repartee gatherings. And he had suggested portraits of the Brighton Circle writers at play for the cafe’s walls as well as the matching of the trendy oil portraitist, the young Lord Cramner, with these subjects.

Val had me sit last. As eccentric and willful as he was brilliant, Val had me pose at his own estate on warm summer evenings, while he swirled around the canvas in just low-slung baggy cargo pant shorts. He was beautiful and young and vibrant, and I couldn’t help being smitten by him.

When, at last, he was ready for me, he simply stripped off his shorts and leaned down and took my surprised lips in his, unzipping my pants, as I sat at that cafe table, my arm numb from raising the glass in stiff pose. Holding my cock that had been hard for endless settings of watching him glide around his canvas in the nearly altogether, he descended his pert little buttocks into my lap and languidly fucked himself to our mutual satiation.

I don’t know exactly when he had made his decision, but when I first was permitted to see the progress of his work on my portrait, he was painting me in the left quadrant of the canvas, with a fruit-laden grapevine-covered trellis in the other quadrant. When I was permitted to view the work after we had fucked, the trellising was being replaced with another figure, the artist himself. The facial features of both figures on the canvas unmistakably were Val and me – but the lower half of the painting remained simply a rough sketch of bodies to come.

There are few secrets in the arts world on the relatively small island of England, and the increasingly torrid love affair between Val and me was not one of them. Neither was a secret kept of my continued occasional casual-pickup man sex or of the sizzling scandal raised when after a particularly vigorous and invigorating Cambridge rugby match I attended with a Cambridge student son of a duke, I got drunk and let the duke’s son and most of his rugby mates take turns fucking me throughout the night in his college rooms. I had always melted for vigorous and multiple partners, and I didn’t give this adventure a second thought – until Val did.

Val gave it a loud and pointed second thought. And when Val’s father heard the full extent of the unkept secrets, he also gave the matter a second thought. He gave Val an ultimatum. And Val, in turn, gave me an ultimatum: him or wantonness, not both. Val’s father’s ultimatum had been more stringent; it had excluded me from Val’s life altogether.

Lawrence Durrell offered us a retreat at the villa he let for his writing escapes on the northern coast of Cyprus where we could escape together, wounded father unwitting. And I made my pledge to Val, telling him I chose him – and constancy – without reservation; that I could cut myself off from the siren song of casual lays and multiple partners if he would only have me still.

I didn’t take this village and this house and its whisperings and enticements into account, though.

We’d been here for two months and still Val had not finished the portrait. He still wasn’t sure of me. And he had every right not to be sure of me. I sat down repeatedly to work on my novel of the moment, and my hand repeatedly turned to the enticement of the smirking men of the cafe in the Bellapais square.

I had gone there once, quite innocently. But I had found myself ogling those laughing, muscular, hirsute Turkish men, with their easy, open enjoyment of life and their jovial camaraderie, their dusky skin and flashing eyes and curly black hair. And I found they were ogling me back. Sizing me up. Knowing that interesting and rich British men lodged at the Durrell villa. Thinking of what they could extract from me. Their slitted eyes telling me that sex was among the treasures they wondered might be attainable.

I did not go down to the square again. At least not until Val was asked to go into Nicosia for a weekend and speak on his art at a British Council program. If he only hadn’t left me alone for that weekend.

Friday night I was restless and alone. An infrequent rain kept me trapped inside, and I picked up pen to work on a new chapter of my novel. I put pen to paper in the dim, flickering light of the desk lamp.

Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up . . .

I threw the pen down and cried out in my frustration. The electricity flicked and chose that moment to go out, no doubt in reaction to what passed as a rain storm on this arid island. I withdrew to the bedroom and lit the fire. I undid my sash and let my robe sink to the floor. The images pressed into my consciousness, starting my juices to flow. If Val were here, we’d be fucking. I closed my eyes and gave in to my furies.

And then back down to the square in the twilight after dinner with those fairy lights in the olive trees around the fringe of the stone cafe terrace, and, in that soft light and twittering laughter of the Mediterranean men and wisps of strong Turkish tobacco drifting up, eyeing and being eyed until I got the certain look from one I fancied and took him back up to the villa and let him fuck me in long, slow, sweeping strokes on the terrace under the stars.

My hands glided all up and down my body. I could hear the sound of the surf below above the pattering of the rain against the windows. I was stroking myself off, my eyes tightly shut, my body swaying back and forth on the balls of my feet in the heat coming off the flickering fireplace. I staggered and fell back on the bed and continued to stroke myself to completion, trying my best to bring the face and willowy body of my young lover into my imagination, but only seeing a swirl of grinning, dusky-skinned Turkish men down in the Bellapais square cafe clicking their tongues and making rude noises and gestures and grinning their knowing grins at me.

The next morning it was as if it hadn’t rained for months. The sky was clear, the sun was hot, and the lap pool on the terrace was inviting. I dove in and swam laps, pulling myself along as quickly as I could, until I was near to exhaustion. I pulled myself out of the pool and padded over to the chaise lounge and collapsed, to sleep and dream.

And maybe, if he was really, really beautiful and masterful, taking him back to my bed for a night of sleep broken by brief periods of wanton lust, waking to the feel of a hot poker at my hole and a wheedling whisper for permission at my ear and arching back to accept the homage of a throbbing need to be deep inside me.

I opened my eyes to find that I had pushed my bathing trunks down and was stroking myself. Dusk was approaching and the villa was whispering to me. Or was that the wind filtering through the pine trees higher up on the slopes of the Kyrenia Range mountains? And the surf. I could hear the surf. And the masculine, sing song voices of the Turkish men rising up from the Bellapais square cafe down the slope.

I rose up from the chaise lounge, like a zombie, stripped off my bathing trunks, and went through the French doors into the bedroom. I pulled on a pair of baggy cargo pant shorts and a mesh athletic T and a pair of sandals and moved toward the front door. I made a short detour into the studio. All this time and the painting wasn’t finished. He still didn’t trust me. We could not be complete, safe until he did. I could not be strong; as long as he questioned me, I could not trust myself. I was so weak.

I drifted down the narrow cobble-stone street, drawn by the light laughter and joking of the many-toned masculine voices. I sat at a cafe table beside a trellis supporting a climbing, fruit-laden grape vine and ordered a bottle of Cankaya wine. There was a brief silence across the square when I moved to the table, and then the chatter resumed. They seemed to be talking about me, though. They were ogling me and I ogled them. It wasn’t long before one of the younger, more handsome, more adventuresome of the Turkish men drifted over to my table and sat down and wondered if I might share my wine with him. That was fine with me. His smile was beautifully infectious. Once seated, though, he didn’t want wine; he wanted Efes beer. This was fine with me; more wine for me. In time, two of us friends, also very presentable and good-humored, joined us and were more than pleased and convivial and attentive when I ordered more beer – and wine.

Later that night, the four of us stumbled up to the Bellapais villa. The first of the young men who had come to my table fucked me on the iron bed, me on my back with my legs spread and him standing between my legs and commanding my gull attention with his flashing, laughing eyes as he enjoyed me in long languid strokes, while one of the other men got the fire going. When the first of the Turks was finished, he turned me on my belly, and the stouter, thicker-cocked of his two friends knelt at my head with his knees wedged below my chest and face fucked me while the third, profusely hirsute and muscular young man thrust hard and long and noisily inside me from the rear. The two exchanged places and the stouter of the Turks stretched me to the limit with his throbbing cock.

We all took a midnight swim in the lap pool on the terrace then, and they each fucked me again on the chaise lounge before prompting me to empty my billfold for them and stumbling jovially and satisfied back down the cobble-stone street to the coffee shop in the square, where the men’s evening was still in full swing.

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Three days later, after a bout of heavy drinking on my part and a very satisfying but ultimately bitter sweet fucking of Val in our iron bed in front of a roaring fire, I awoke to an empty house. I called his name from the bed, wanting him again before we started our day. But there was nothing but silence. A strange silence. I heard no crashing of the Mediterranean surf, no masculine babbling from the square below. No whispering from the house. The house had won; it need not whisper enticingly to me again.

I knew he was gone before I rose from the bed. I pulled out bureau drawers and opened the closet, only to see what belonged to me, nothing that belonged to Val. I took up my robe and wrapped it around my shoulders and tied off the sash. I padded out to the study. There, on the top of the desk was the damning document. I looked down at the top sheet, and saw my own handwriting.

And then back down to the square in the twilight after dinner with those fairy lights in the olive trees around the fringe of the stone cafe terrace, and, in that soft light and twittering laughter of the Mediterranean men and wisps of strong Turkish tobacco drifting up, eyeing and being eyed until I got the certain look from one I fancied and took him back up to the villa and let him fuck me in long, slow, sweeping strokes on the terrace under the stars.

I was sure I had not left that out on the desk for Val to see.

I moved into the studio, hoping that I was wrong, that I would find him there, happily painting on our portrait. But, of course I wasn’t wrong. The only evidence of Val still there was the painting. I went over and stood in front of it. It took me several moments to really see it, to realize what he had done to it. The painting was finished now, but it no longer was a painting of Val and me at the table, saluting each other with raised glasses of wine. Where his figure had been was now, once again, a lushly painted trellis with a fruit-heavy grapevine winding up it. Val had evaporated. I knew then that Val irrevocably was lost to me. I sat alone at the table in the painting now. Had I really looked so sad in that painting all along?

I went back to the bedroom and sank onto the iron bed and cried myself to sleep. When I awoke, it was dusk. I rose, pulled on a pair of shorts, a T, and a pair of sandals, and gingerly made my way down the narrow cobble-stone road to the cafe in the Bellapais square. I picked out a table beside the trellis holding up the fruit-heavy grapevine as darkness descended and the fairy lights in the olive trees around the fringe of the stone cafe terrace began to twinkle.

And, in that soft light and twittering laughter of the Mediterranean men and wisps of strong Turkish tobacco drifting up, I eyed the men and I was eyed in return until I got the certain look from one I fancied. I spoke briefly with him and his equally hunky friend and took them back up to the villa and let them fuck me, in succession and then together, in long, slow, sweeping strokes on the terrace under the stars.

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I arrived at a University in a large Midwestern town, It was a State University and there were houses to pledge into and regular dorms to enroll for and classes to set up, the ususal boring stuff for the first couple weeks. I am an 18 year old first year student and I’m gay, I have gone overboard to be a hunk, but to my thinking Im just a hunk of mud. I haven’t attained to the status of Hunkliness, because I haven’t been able to put the hours into it, I was trying to earn money to come to school. I am anice looking guy and rather handsome, fairly well built, but I didn’t make the most gorgeous guy of the month club yet and probably won’t either.

I have however attained a very high grade point average, of that I’m very proud and I’m looking forward to going to graduate school to work for the goverment in the field of Physics, possibly nuclear if possible.

Oh! yes there’s something else I’m constantly looking for cocks to suck and someone to plow my ass and an ass to plow, which sometimes, in a strange place like a new school is rather hard to find.

AND! I have a nine inch dick and it’s very large around, I’m very proud of that too.

WEll to the story, I ended up in a dormitory with an assigned room, and a new roommate named Russel Togins, a rather dumbieso and muscle bound jerk of the highest order, He thinks so friggen highly of himself that he thinks that his shit should be bottled and sold for perfume.

The problem with Russel is this, He’s fucking gorgeous and I get a boner, which is very hard to hide because I wear only a sized thirty waist pants and most of my pants show my cock off pretty well soft not to mention what they look like hard. And this happenes every time I get close to Russel his aftershave, the smell of his pillow in the dorm room, his clothes laying in the bathroom I want Russel bad, and I’ve used his picture to jerk off too countless times.

Well this one day we were in the showers after basketball practice and Russell tried out for the team also and of cours he got in, he was stripping down sorta over from me in the locker room and that is when I saw his rear end in his jock strap, Hairy assed as he bent over to take his socks off I sorta just breathed a sigh at the sight of his ass and being naked I sprung a boner that would have leveled the lockers if I had swung it around, His ass looked like a dessert plate full of goodies, I saw that pink little button of an eye sorta winking at me saying Kiss me, his leg muscles just bugleing and I thought I would die.

Well Russel looked over at me and said ,Hey Ben, What the fuck had flipped your switch, and made that telephone pole between your legs stand up like that, I replied just thought about a girl I knew back home, and Russel said well Keep that battering ram away from me O.k. I said like you think I am interested in you, altho that’s exactly what I was interested in.

We showered and went back to the dorm rooms, and Russel said he had to go to a tutor and study with him, he was really hurting in the area of Math. I said o.k. and he left, it was about 6:30 p.m. and after he left I dug thru his dirty clothes basket and found a pair of his used dirty briefs and I was feeling and rubbing them on my face and my cock was getting harder than a fencepost, I slipped off my trousers and crawled upon the bottom of the bunk, where I slept, slipped off my undershorts and grabbed my cock and started making love to my hardon like a friggen mad man while I lifted those dirty underwear up to my mouth and nose, Damn I could smell his intoxicating aroma, and I even saw a small dryed glob of cum on the inside and I licked it, God I was going wild I put his shorts into my mouth and started sucking in the air thru the material, and I just about lost it, I could feel the cum boiling up from way back in my loins I could feel the prostate gland as it let loose it’s fluids and the cowpers gland fluid as it mixed and then that feeling of that driving cum as it quickly started flowing up the tube in my cock and the head as it flared out hard and shiny and belched forth a stream of white milky looking sperm and it was so intense, I got some on my forehead and on my face, that smell of his crotch in those underwear was fucking awesome, and the Door Opened and there stood Russel, Looking shocked and stunned and saying what the fuck are you doing you fucking pervert are those my underwear, you faggot, I nodded, kinda ashamed, and Russel, said you like this shit do you, Then he grabbed his briefs from my hand and he slammed into the bathroom, He said I’ll be right back.

In a few seconds Russel came back into the bedroom and said get the fuck out of your clothes, you little queer, and I got naked and he said I’m gonna give you what you want and he grabbed me by the arms and turned me over on my back and he got up straddle of me with just his briefs on and he took and pulled them down a little and stuck his hot sweaty balls under my nose and said, here faggot have a taste of the real things. then he pinned my arms down with his lower legs and raised his gorgeous ass up onto my mouth and said have a taste of this ‘queenie’ and how little did he know I was loving this, the stupid bastard didn’t even know this is what I had been wanting to do, And I loved licking his nuts and licking that gorgeous ass I had been jerking off to the thoughts of it for a couple months now, then he said, now Ben Your gonna suck my cock untill I cum in your mouth and your gonna swallow it, and if you don’t I’m gonna tell the other guys on the team what I caught you doing when I walked In. Then I went back to licking his hot ass and his nutsack I noticed he was quite well hung, not like me but about 7-7.5 inches and pretty thick and then he sorta tried to make it like he was forcing me and all, but He was kinda liking what I was doing because he was closing his eyes and kinda moaning a little and he reached around and grabbed my cock, Lets see how you like this you, ass licker, The more he did the better I liked it. Shit I could hardly wait untill the fool stuck his hot hard throbbing cock into my mouth, Thats when he did just that, and not a moment to soon, I had only had his cock rammed to the back of my throat about 5 times when he started saying, Oh Shit, Oh shit, Muther fucker, and started painting my throat with his hot tasty cum, and I just kept up the sucking and When I had drained all he had to give, I said Let me up, Kinda playing like the martyr in the game he was playing, when In fact I was enjoying the fuck out of it.

He finally came down off his excitment high for the climax and said you little faggot, let that be a lesson to you, and from now on When ever I want this you must comply with it or everyone will know your a queer, got it? I said yes and then he got up, dressed and left, I just layed there naked, with the taste of his cum still in my mouth and its smell in my nostrils, and If I had had a cigarette I would have looked like Betty Davis in one of her movies, Just awesome Dawling. God was I a Happy camper.

About a week later Russell came into the dorm room one evening and said, Ben I need some serviceing and I am gonna fuck you this time, get yourself ready, and When he came out of the bathroom he was totally naked, I let him take control and He said here boy, suck my cock and I started an awesome blowjob on Russel and then he said Damn that feels good, keep it up, I said don’t you want to fuck me. He said Oh yea! and then proceded to bend me over, I had him in the palm of my hand, A pawn in my game of chess, we were just getting into it when I said I have some lube in the dresser drawer, He said you really want this don’t you, and I looked him straight in the eye and said, almost as much as you do. He looked at me and said ‘What the fuck you mean by that,? I said Russel your not as tough as you might want me to think you are, eyes and your body give it away, your fucking enjoying this and don’t try to kid a kidder, I am enjoying it tremendouly and the truth is you are too. or you wouldn’t be coming back for seconds, But that’s alright because this is what I like. So fuck me but do it because your enjoying it not because your raping someone.

Russel looked like I had dumped cold water on his head, and I looked up and kissed him on the lips, he jumped back and said what’s that for, I said sex is supposed to be part of love making, Make it so. Fuck man I’ve wanted you since the firt time I saw you and damn man, I’d do whatever you wanted just to have you. So man lets make this about desire for each and Loving and whatever else you want. I want to make love to you, Do you get it, And then I leaned over and started sucking Russel’s cock and saw his cock start to really stiffen up hard as a bone then I layed him back on his back and lifted myself up over him and just sorta set down on his cock and let it slowly slide into my anal opening and god It felt absolutely awesome, my cock stiffened up and I started riding Russel. I had beaten the Bully, and the Bully was loving it. I was riding up and down on Russels hard, hot cock and I could feel each jerk, each throb, each thrust into my intestines, and I was getting close to the climax myself and the I heard his breathing, labored, frantic, and climactic, His eyes were closed and he was biting his lip and he started jerking and saying I love it, oh fuck I love it. Damn man I love it.

I let him calm down and then he said Ben, you didn’t get off and he reached up and started rubbing my cock, Man that is a monster fucking cock dude, he said, I said It’s been a good friend to me dude! I saw Russel smile for the first time, then he set up and took my cock into his mouth, Unable to take much of it he started doing the head and it was so hot I told him to take it easy with the teeth, then he ask me if I thought he could take it in the ass. I said we can try but remember it will hurt at first and you have to give it time to let the pain subside and let the pleasre take over then it’s all down hill from there. He said o.k. lets give it a try.

Russel layed back on his back and I started chewing on his ass and he started getting a hardon and wimpering a little, then he said what about lube I said I have some and then I wet my finger and began to punch it into his hot, very hot feeling rectum, I knew if he could take my cock it would be awesome It was so hot.

I lubed up my cock and knelt up, raised Russels legs up and then began a slow deliberate pushing of the head against his back door and I said push out like you trying to shit and I will go easier, He did and it did, My head popped into the opening and he said, Oh Fuck, your gonna split me apart and my ass is on fire, I said take it easy, You’ll enjoy it, fuck I wanted to rip his asshole apart because of what the little shit had tryed to do to me, but I didn’t have the heart, and anyway I had calmed him down, and made a possible lover for the school years ahead.

finally after about ten minutes Russel started saying man that don’t feel bad, I said I’m gonna give you some more, a little at a time I shoved that nine and a half inche rod of mine into his anal cavity and I was loving it, it was hot and I was finally into the beautiful ass I had admired for so long in the showerroom. Well we both got to moving and he started moving with the groove and started liking it real well, Fuck this is awesome Ben, Fuck I have never felt so full and your hitting something up there that feels like a bit of heaven, and he started fucking back up at me. I started pouring it on and I felt that stiring in my groin and I knew It wouldnt be very long and It wasn’t, I started spasming and speaking that unspoken language of the climax and I started shooting a load of my spooge up into his intestines and He said awesome dude, It feels like a hot water hose turned on inside me and he started acting like he was gonna cum, I reached up and started stroking his hot cock and he sarted shooting his load all over the place. Oh jesus Fucking Chrummmmmm, and he was all but having an epilectic seizure on me, but I think he sorta Liked it. LOL. Totally awesome dude, he said, Fucking Awesome.

The next Day Russel wasn’t the little turd Bully he had been, He found out that the truth was stranger than fiction and the truth was he really wanted the man to man sex as much as I did, He just didn’t want anyone to know he enjoyed it .

Russel and I stayed best buds and roommates all the was thru college and still get together for a romp once in a while. I think the greatest lesson I learned in this is that ‘Things and People aren’t always what they seem.’

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My neighbor, Keith and I were having regular meetings at my house and no one was the wiser that anything was happening sexually between us, Hell Keith would come over and spend time with me just to get away from Karina, his wife, evidently they weren’t getting along too well.

One afternoon Keith came over and said I might just stay over here this afternoon and evening, Karina and the kids have gone to her mothers for the night about 80 miles away and may be gone for the weekend, I said o.k. and started putting plans in motion.

I looked at Keith and said are you horney, Keith just raised his eyebrows and smiled real devilishly, and grabbed his crotch and squeezed, Then he said but our love affair was a little one sided, I was always getting him off but I never got to cum unless I stroked myself off after he shot his load.

I said, What can I do about it, Keith said it’s about payback time, don’t you think? but I have never sucked another guy off before but it is only fair that I do you, don’t you think?

He grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom, I just let it happen.

Keith started taking my shirt off and then my trousers and since I had shower thong flip-flops on for shoes in the house I kicked them off and then He started rubbing my cock thru my briefs and It was deffinately responding to his touch, Keith then started doing to me what I did to him and then he said, is it alright?, I said, oh hell Yea!

Keith stopped a minute to strip himself and He said be patient with me, I’ll get it sooner or later, It was so delightfully cute like teaching a kid to ride a bike. He gently took my briefs off and then he knelt down, I looked down and saw his cock about to explode out of it’s skin, damn it looked bigger than I had ever seen and that head was flanging out inside that beautiful foreskin and just about 1/2 inch of the head was sticking out from under it. I was about to faint, feeling his hand and then his virgin lips touch my cock and then I felt the feeling of his hand slowly retract my foreskin and felt the cool air and then his breath blow across the sensative head and I thought I would go wild. And then He did it, fuck he took about 3/4 of my cock into his mouth, being very careful not to scrape it with his teeth, and he was doing wonderful, and just to know this was his first solo flight into cocksucking was making it even more exciting, I was lost in Limbo, damn his mouth was like he had poured Hot water into it, and I was feeling every sensative nerve in my cock was like it was on fire. I knew that this wasn’t gonna last long the way it was going, He started picking up his pace, Damn man I started feeling that boiling up of the manjuice deep inside my groin, and I said Keith if you aren’t planning to take my cum in your mouth, you’d better back off and do it now, he just got wilder, and Oh Fuck man I started exploding and His mouth ballooned out and he started like he was going to gag, and his face got red but he kept going like a wolf after a peice of fresh meat, and didn’t stop untill every last drop was pulled from me, He even took his thumb and slid under my cock from the base on the piss tube all the way up to the head squeezing every last little morsel and likeing it off with his tongue.

I was totally spent and wasted, it was so intense, I grabbed Keith by the hand raised him up and started kissing his mouth and I could taste my cum, I then said Hey guy were not done yet, I pushed him down on the bed and watching his cock as it throbbed up and down, and he said, What are we going to do now, I said you’ll see, then I layed back on the bed, and I reached into the night stand and pulled out some lube and started lubing up my ass and then putting some on Keiths cock, He looked at me kinda funny and said Man you want me to fuck you in the ass, I’ve never done that, I said Keith There’s a first time for everything, He said It will be my pleasure, I’ve always wanted to try that but Karina won’t even let me have her pussy, much less her asshole, I said well, here it is baby, just be gentle at first your kinda thick in the cock dept, and then he knelt up to my asshole as I layed on my back and starting shoving it into me, It was sorta uncomfortable at first but that soon dissapated, and he started fucking like a madman, saying Oh mother, this feels awesome, I thought a blowjob felt good but this is out of sight, magnificant, I was feeling the glory of it too. Keith had a large enough cock to spread me open really good and a long enough cock to hit that ‘Spot’ I was wimpering and we were both grunting like Hogs mateing, Fuck it was the best fuck I had ever had and I think I was falling in Love with Keith, He was raising upon his toes and trying to stuff his nuts into my asshole too, I think I could feel them as he stroked them up against my ass and they were wet with the flow of pre-cum flowing out of Keiths cock and the lube, I was in Heaven, Then I noticed that Keith was getting redfaced and grunting and huffing and saying man, oh man, Ughmmmmmmm and his breathing almost stopped as he rammed his rock hard cock all the ways to the balls into my pulsing, milking rectum and I felt the splash of his seed as it filled my intestines, Damn, I exploded into another blast of cum shooting it up on my chest and on my mouth even, It was so friggin intense.

Keith rolled over totally spent and exhausted, totally fullfilled and saying breathlessly, that was so awesome I can’t breath or move, I said I know I feel the same way, Keith leaned up over me and started Kissing me and licking the cum off my chin and chest. I had never felt quite exactly like this before.

We got up and cleaned up and got dressed and Keith heard a car pull up and looked out it was his nephew from Arkansas, and He said, Come here I want you to meet someone, He introduced me to his Nephew, and said he was gonna be spending a few weeks with them, I made my pleasantries with him and then let them go to Keiths home.

About a day or so later, Keiths nephew Brain, came over and sat down at the patio and I offered him a coke and he just started talking like he had known me for years. I noticed his build like a strong hard working farm boy, and His talk was quite countryfied, He was a very handsome boy, I ask his age and he said nineteen, and would soon be twenty in a few weeks or so. He drank his coke and started bluntly saying Your really a hot, good looking man, And I know good looking men, I am what they call queer down home, I think they call them gay up here, I like to mess around with guys and such, I hope that don’t offend you, but I’m not from around here and I don’t know any men from this area yet and I was kinda wondering if you could tell me where I might meet some. I just smiled and Said Brain, What are you looking for, He was just as bold as brass said ,I love to suck cock, and get sucked off and I know you might think I’m kinda sick in teh head or somptin, but I’ve like that since I was a kid, I don’t know why, but I do. I Looked at him with a gleem in my eye, and said, Has your uncle been telling you things, He looked kinda blank and said what kinda things, I don’t understand, I just said oh well, just forget it I said come with me and I took him into the kitchen of my house, set him down at the table and started asking him questions about sex, and I noticed the bulge in his levi’s starting to rise, He said You better stop talking like that now or I’m gonna have to go and stroke one off, It’s getting too me. I smiled and reached over and started rubbing on his cock thru his Levi’s. He sorta leaned back and said, that feels great, Fuck this Arkansas kid had a root on him to make a porno star jealous It was thicker than Keith’s and mine, and about 8 inches or longer, and It was hard, very hard.

I told Brian to stand up and I pulled off his white tee-shirt and then started rubbing his nipples, and stroking his perfectly clean, smooth chest which was as muscular as an olympic athlete, and I started massaging his washboard abdominal muscles and fuck, he was really getting into this action. I was getting turned on, This kid was gorgeous and a fucking dream come to life, His stomach muscles were clean from hair down to his navel and then there was a small line of dark curly hairs down into his Levi’s and god he was beautiful, had a little stubble on his face because he had not shaved this morning and I wanted to lick his body untill my tongue bled.

He was leaning his head back just sorta moaning and really getting into what I was doing, and So was I, then I undid his Levis, had him stand up and let them fall to the floor and there he stood in his Fruit of the loom white briefs, and they were packed very full of balls and cock, Fuck I felt like fainting, He removed his Levi’s and I said lets go to my bedroom and he said O.K. and I led him into my love chamber and I started feeling him rub my crotch and he said, Hell man your hard as a rock too, Do you like to do other guys, and I said can’t you tell, he said I kinda thought so. and then he started undoing my trousers, and I was loving this, after we both got down to our underwear, we layed down on the bed and I started kissing him, He had never done that with a guy before and He started really getting into it, I looked down and his cock was leaking wet glistening pre-cum thru the material of his briefs and it was glistening in the light, I reached down and pulled his brief away fromt his cock and slid them down, What a surprised a young man 19 years and still uncut, fucking awesome, I guess they don’t do that in the country area of Arkansas, I couldn’t believe the cock on this kid, It was not just big it was huge, I would probably let him try to fuck me, but I would need a paramedic on hand to revive me when it was over. He slid my shorts down for me, and like a starving dog lunged at my cock and had it ingulfed to the nuts in about one second. and he was doing an awesome job sucking and swirling his tongue around the head, this kid knew what he was doing, I would guess he has had quite a bit of practice, I kinda rolled around and got his cock into my mouth, and started sucking like a vacuum and he started humping my mouth like a breading horse, He was loving what I was doing and Getting into it and making sounds like an animal in heat. I was working his cock over and he sorta kept my cock in his mouth but stopped his sucking and moving, he was getting close, and I wanted to make this any experience for him so I took my right index finger and wet it up with pre-cum and saliva and he started moaning like, and tightening up and his body was starting to stiffen up and I slipped my lubed finger up his turd tunnel and he let out an almost screame Oh Fucking Mother of God, UHMMMMMMMMMMMMM, and started bucking, and blasting a load of hot sticky, milky mancream into my throat, Oh Jesus, Holy Mother, That was awesome, totally, totally awesome. I had thought he would stop doing me after he got off but he returned back to sucking my cock and about one minute was all it took and I was in ‘Elvis has left the Building’ mode, my nuts ached the blast was that intense and My cock throbbed and he just kept sucking until I made him quit sucking It was that sensative. Fuck It was awesome.

Brian, for some reason came over at least once a day, I guess his ‘well’ just kept filling up and I, of course was perfectly will to empty it for him, and then he’d show up the next day, full again, for me to empty it, I was enjoying the hell out of it.

That was not to mention Keith too. which I had to relieve from his built up pressure.

Then one day Keith was engaged in anal sex, I was full of his cock, I guess it was about noon, and didn’t hear anyone comeing into the house, I had forgot and left the garage door open and he came thru the kitchen door going out into the garage. But Keith was fucking my hot ass like a maniac, and I looked up and right outside the door to my bedroom stood Brian with his cock out stroking off as he watched us fuck, I jumped and looked up and Keith turned his head around, and I know he felt embarassed and He sorta froze, and Brian said, I’m sorry, I shoulda knocked but the door was open to the kitchen, but please don’t stop Uncle Keith that’s so fucking Hot. I want to watch please dont stop, and Keith, hesitantly started stroking his cock into my asshole, I looked up a Brian and motioned for him to come over to me and He stopped and took off his clothes and came over to my face and just stuck his cock into my mouth, Keith really got excited then and started pumping my ass for all he was worth and he stopped long enough to say Brian, I didn’t know you like this stuff, I always have and always will, Keith started getting closer and started bucking and grunting and Brian leaned over and started kissing Keith on the lips as he blew a wad into my ass and he was jerking and humping and shooting and Brian then started getting into it and started shooting his load into my mouth, and the whole while he was kissing his Uncle Keith on the lips. Fuck this was a wild ride I started to feel it and Brian then leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and started sucking it like a madman, It wasn’t long I loaded his oral cavity with Love nectar and he took it all without a hitch, Keith just fell backward, and I layed there all spent and Brian flopped down between us and said Hey Uncle Keith, Can we do this agin later today or maybe tomorrow Please. just like it was cooking dinner or something. Well tomorrow did happen and the next day and Damn man This kid was friggin insatiable. Later the month He went home and I was sad. and really missed him, but Keith came over and said don’t be so sad, He’s coming back to live here, I need to talk to you about him staying with you, and maybe living here, because Karina doesn’t want him to live with us, we just need to figure out an expense account arrangement. How does that sound? I just looked up and Smiled a great big Smile. and said Hey man thats fine by me.

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‘Auburn and curly, you say?’

‘Yes,’ I answer after a moment, after the directness and shock had dissipated, both embarrassed and being turned on – but trying just to convey the embarrassed part. I’d played tennis with our new, young neighbor, and, the day being hot and wanting to be friendly to the new guy on the block, I’d readily agreed to go home with him to his cliffside house on the ridge above our house and to take a swim in his pool.

‘Yes, auburn. Most of us gray from the top down. As you’ll probably find out.’ I had meant it as a joke. But it had been delivered nervously, and his youthful smile told me that he thought he was as invincible as I had felt at his age.

I’d had my flings with men back in my daytime TV acting days, but not much of anything in recent years. I’d settled in well with Marge, used my earnings to establish a comfortable, normal – safe – life. And I thought that part of my life was just something from the past, gone and put to rest. It was a shock how quickly it all could come back to me. Hank. Mostly Hank. My first. When he was about my age and I was about Jeff’s age, as a matter of fact. Interesting that.

I’d been surprised when Jeff invited me to play tennis. He was half my age and was so handsome and outgoing that I thought he’d have no trouble finding partners – for anything he wanted to do, female or male. He reminded me of the way I was at his age. Young, strong, confident. I could have anyone I wanted in those days too. But I was attracted to Hank. Gray-haired, handsome Hank, who played the ‘all-knowing’ family doctor on my first television show. Maybe I thought concentrating on the seeming unattainable would blank out my feelings, help make me ignore what turned me on.

I think I impressed Jeff when I beat him in straight sets. I’d kept in shape. Gray didn’t mean decrepit.

‘You know, I watched you on the television when I was a child, and I think I was in love with you,’ Jeff was saying. I had stretched out on my back on a lounger after swimming in his pool and his was sitting beside my hips, his arm extended over me. I wasn’t going anywhere until/unless he moved.

‘Or maybe it was just lust,’ he continued and flashed me a really, really friendly smile. He told me how attractive my gray hair was and that he had noticed the mix of auburn coloring among my chest matting. That’s what had led to his question of what color my pubes were. Forward and suggestive, certainly, but it had been successful in getting my attention and piquing my interest, surfacing old feelings. I’d convinced myself that part of my life was over. I obviously was wrong. At least my dick thought so; it was straining at the tight material of the bathing suit.

‘There were rumors at the time that you and the actor playing the doctor in that program were doing it. True? He was a real hunk, as I recall. About your age now, wasn’t he? Hot though. Like you still are.’

‘Um, ah.’ I was tongue tied and entirely too slow to respond – getting the sense that this was going somewhere I hadn’t been in years and debating with myself if I wanted to deny that Hank Forman was fucking me at every opportunity in those days.

‘Can I see it? Can I touch it?’ His smile was gorgeous. He was so young and hunky. I was so turned on by this.

I didn’t have to answer. He was slowly pulling the bathing suit down and off my legs even while he was asking. His voice was soft and so compelling.

‘Ah, I can see you are interested,’ he murmured. ‘And so, very, very nice. Yes, like you said, auburn and silky and curly. Still young down here, I see.’ he laughed. A full, throaty, husky laugh.

There was no more talk. He wrapped two fingers around the base of my cock, and he was running the other fingers of that hand through my pubic hair. I felt the palm of his other hand going in under my balls, the middle finger poised at my rim.

I was immobilized. Not expecting this at all. But remembering. And sighing at the attention. It had been years, but I remembered as if it was yesterday. Hank’s hands running all over me, slowly preparing me, seducing me. That first time taking so much time with me. Burying his thumb inside me near the beginning of foreplay and holding it there, pulsing, telling me all I needed to know where this would end up.

Jeff was handsome and young and well built, broad, muscled chest. And he had Hank’s voice, his silky-smooth convincing tones.

Hank could have had me just with that rich, baritone, authoritative voice of his. On the examination table on the set of the television program, after hours, practicing our lines and movements for the next day’s shoot. But the ‘examination’ going much further than the script called for. That enticing, controlling, dominating voice. And those strong, sensuous fingers. That pulsing thumb. Lips, tongue. And when I had melted to him, that strong, commanding, never-ending cock – when embedded churning and churning.

I was lying on my back on the cold steel table, trembling, scared, virginal, but oh-so prepared emotionally for the older, experienced, dominating man. He was wearing that white, pretend doctor’s medical coat – and nothing else. I vividly remembered being surprised that his pubes were jet black, silky and curly, even though his head hair was a delicate, shiny gray. I writhed, my legs spread, my buttocks at the edge of the table, while his soft mouth went down over my hard cock and his lubricated thumb moved inside me, preparing me, loosening and opening me up for that huge member springing forth from that jet black bush. Then that first, painful, glorious breaching and glide – deeper, deeper, and deeper, as I cried out my first taking to the hard steel beams overhead – that hard steel beam of his stretching and penetrating inside me – and arched my back and he pulled my legs up and out with strong hands wrapped around my ankles and began to rotate and pump.

He was so sophisticated and serious and elegant and fatherly in reading from the script, but the unscripted Hank was crude and hoarse, muttering of ripe buns, taut nipples, young flesh, fucking, scoring, popping cherries, and, when he had entered me for the first time, not so painfully as I expected as fully as he had prepared me, of sweet tight virginal asses and of how he was going to make me beg for it and cry out at what he could do inside me. All of which was true. The unscripted Hank filled me with lust – and with his burbling cum. Again and again and again.

For months after that, whenever the filming took a break, Hank took my elbow and guided me into his dressing room and bent me over a chair and thrust inside me, possessively, strongly. And I loved it.

But I kept telling him that people would talk. And they did. But he didn’t care. he just laughed and pulled me into his dressing room and fucked and fucked and fucked.

For three months. Then a younger man was added to the cast. Fresh, still-innocent flesh, and the doctor was working on a new patient. I was taken over by a lighting man, who was younger, stronger, and more cruel and demanding and longer lasting than even Hank had been – and who had a thicker, if stubbier cock. And I enjoyed that as well – until the year I moved up to a better role in a different television series – and to more variety in my sex life.

Ahh, the memories. What Jeff was doing to me, bringing back the memories. Causing me to lengthen and thicken.

Jeff’s voice reminiscent. And his fingers. And then that tongue slicking down my pubes. The strong, hard finger at my rim, entering. His thumb inside my channel, pulsing and stroking. I was lost.

The tongue moving up the side of my tool, just as Hank’s did. Kissing my knob, flicking my piss slit with his tongue. Me sighing and moaning and panting and lifting my hips to him – as a second finger sank inside me and Jeff’s soft mouth came down, down, down over my longing, remembering cock.

My hand gripping his bobbing head, enjoying the feel of his movement there as well as on my cock, my fingers running through his hair. Auburn, just like me once. I hope when he is gray he has someone young, virile, and masterful to do this to him too. Ohhhhh.

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My fantasy private barber and beauty shop is exclusively for gay men. Everyday, I would receive customers from the local college. They were young men in their early twenties and from different ethnic backgrounds. The college has strict rule that athletes be butt-shaved.

Once the customer enters, he would strip down. I also strip down during the entire work of shaving and collecting pheromones. Clothes were placed on special hangers. Under wears would be collected for a technique that I invented. Pheromones from sweat and stains on men under wears were extracted to make a special aphrodisiac perfume. The guys were asked to work out for few hours before coming in so that pheromones would be produced in their pubic and anal areas.

Then, my customer would go to special room where he would sit on a special seat and spread his ass hole. Shaving ass and genital area is for free and usually involves some retribution. Shaving the rest of the body is for a small cost. The cost would be determined between me and the customer.

My ass rituals would involve applying special soft shaving cream. I would place the cream at and around the ass hole and rotate my finger so that the cream is spread to the entire area. Athletic men are sensitive to my technique.

Once, I was asked by a marvellous looking college guy to finger his ass hole before I start to shave it. He was horny and wanted me to message his prostate. I lubed my finger and inserted it gently. It went inside with some resistance first. Then his sphincter became open. I gently moved my finger inside and out. Once deep inside, I rotated it around his prostate area. The man moaned with pleasure.

I could not hold it any more. I bent down my customer’s seat and started nibbling and eating his ass hole. The clean aroma that came from the area was so strong. I came without touching my self. He came too after I bathed his butt with my tongue.

Then, he asked me if I could finger him with two fingers instead of one. It was very pleasurable. Suddenly, the man lifted his ass and asked me if he could slide it all over my body. He wanted to bath me with his ass! He literally sat on my face and slid himself slowly from neck to chest, abdomen, and pubic hair. He slide back to my face and rotated his ass and slid on my left arm then my right arm. Then he slid it on my right leg and left leg and messaged my feet with his ass. He wanted to interlock our asses together. He bent over his back and spread his legs wide open in the air. I spread my legs on top of his so that both assholes would touch each other. I rubbed my ass against his then I decided to go further. While his legs in the air, I double penetrated him and me with a long dildo.

Then we decided to fuck each other. We took the dildo. Because of our unusual acrobatic ability he was able to fuck me at the same time I fucked him. We fucked each other in this position until we screamed in pleasure. We both came the same time and two times in a row.

I shaved the man’s ass and saved his ass hair as souvenir. I decided to go further and shave his entire body. We were playing all the time. I collected hairs from his body, legs, armpit, and pubic areas. The man was slightly but seductively hairy. The man’s pheromones were also collected and were made into special cologne. Every time I smell the cologne I would come without touching my self.

The man came back after a while. He grew his ass and body hair back. We repeated the same thing. I also decided to have him shave me and finger me. It was a great pleasure when we decided to finger each other at the same time. Then, we shaved each other at the same time. It was difficult but it was done. Our pheromones were collected in a special bottle. We divided the bottle between us and each carried his share as a souvenir of our hours of pleasure. I did this with him again and again. I did so many pleasurable things with the rest of my customers and they loved it.

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My name is Harry. And I have been Jake’s–my master–slave for 2 years now. I’m now 24 by the way. And Im having a fulfilled life with him.

Let me tell you our story. 2 years ago, before I met my master, Jake, I have been a little twink whore who wants nothing but to be abused by my partners.

One night, while Im at a local bar searching for some guys for sex I saw a tall, gorgeous hunk–in his 40s i guess–sitting at a corner drinking beer. That’s the first time I saw Jake, my master-to-be. He saw me staring at him, lusting over his beatiful and well-built body. He had this authoritarian look that made me nervous but somehow excited. From that moment, I knew I would submit to him forever and let me be his slave. He pointed towards me and signaled to come over to him. Without any second thought, I hurried and went to him.

‘Hey kid, what’re you lookin at?’ I was scared as hell not knowing what to say. ‘You like my body? You like me to fuck the hell out of you?’ He said with an edge in his voice.

‘I want you to be my master, make me your slave and Im yours forever.’ I didn’t know what made me say that but my mouth started to react intentionally.

‘If that’s what you like, come with me. And call me sir or master from now on. Once you disobey any of my orders, you’ll be punished immediately. Understand?’

‘Yes, master.’ I was excited than scared that time. We exited the bar and he led me to his van.

‘We’ll go back home, you’ll go see your new home.’

While on the way, the van was in complete silence. After an hour of waiting and enduring the silence, we reached his house. Not too big, not too small. It was a two-storey house. ‘Let’s go.’ he said.

He opened the door for me and led me up to his basement. ‘My name’s Jake.’

‘I’m Harry.’

‘Did I ask your name?’ He shouted at me and clutched his hand to my jaw. ‘Go inside, that’d be your new home!’ He then pushed me inside the basement room. ‘From now on, you can’t leave this room unless I say so. I will just bring your food here whenever I like. You’ll ask permission from me if you’re going to the bathroom. Understand?’

‘Yes, master.’

He then left me there all alone. Hours seemed like days. With my sense of time, I guess it was already morning. Then afternoon. Yet I didn’t even saw a glimpse of him. I haven’t eaten for like almost a day. On that evening, the door opened and there he was standing. He entered the room and opened the lights. The room was now half-lighted. It seems to me that I’ve forgotten what a light is after a whole day of sheer darkness. ‘This is your night, prove to me that you are worthy of being my slave.’

My body and mind suddenly jerked with life, as if my lost energy were replenished. This is what I’ve been waiting for since I met him.

‘Remove all your clothes!’ he ordered. After removing my clothes, he continued, ‘Remove my shirt and worship my body!’ I did what I was told to do. I removed his shirt and saw his well-built muscular body. His body is like a body of god. His chest and arms were covered with little amount of hair. Not considered as a bear man but hairy. ‘Go, worship my body! Smell me, suck me, lick me.’ I ran my hands through his chest, biceps, arms–his whole upper body. I inhaled every smell of his body. Those manly scent.

‘Ahh.. Go on, worship me.’ I started sucking his nipples covered with hair. I raised his arms and inhaled the musky scent of his armpits. I licked and sucked it for minutes. I started running my tongue all over his body, worshipping him using my tounge. I rubbed and squeezed his chest while licking his neck. ‘Remove my pants, everything. Except my boots.’ I unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. His thighs and legs were covered with hair. Then i started removing his jockstrap. I finally saw his cock, 8-inch, thick and uncut. He got it unshaved. His pubic hair were long and half-covering his 8inch cock. He then kicked his clothes away from his ankle.

‘Go lick my boots. Worship it!’ I went down on my knees and started smelling and rubbing his leather boots. I licked every inch of it. ‘Now go on. Worship my whole body. But never touch my cock or ass!’ I started licking and sucking his hairy legs and thighs. ‘Ahh. Go, worship me. Worship my body!’ I returned to his armpits sucking and smelling the manly scent it gives.

I continued sucking, licking and of course, worshipping his body for about an hour. My saliva mixed with his sweat. ‘Go down and start sucking my cock.’ Finally, I said to myself. I enveloped his whole 8inch cock with my mouth. Sucking and slurping it continously. I deepthroated him and he started moaning. He enjoys it as much as I enjoy worshipping his cock. ‘ahh.. ahh.. fuck.. ahh ahh..’ He started face fucking me. I then hold his butt for support or i might fall as he roughly face fuck me. ‘I have not yet told you to touch it!’ He then spanked me so hard on my face that I was thrown few meters away from him.

‘I’m sorry, master.’

‘Come back here, now!’ he shouted. I crawled towards him. ‘Drink my piss, my slave!’ I sucked his cock while drinking his piss. He face fucked me while urinating. ‘ahh.. There, go on.’ he continued face fucking me. ‘Turn around now, I will plant you my seed and that will always remind you of me being your master.’ I turn around and felt very excited. I will submit myself just for him. ‘Suck my fingers.’ he ordered. I sucked each of his fingers and after having enough saliva to work as a lube he started fingering my asshole. First one, then two, up to three fingers. He slid it in and out. Minutes–half an hour, i guess–he finished fingering me, he slid out his fingers.

‘Dirty ass you have there.’ his fingers had little shit from my ass but not totally covered. He licked his finger and enjoyed sucking it. ‘I’ll start fucking you now. Be ready as I will plant my seed to you. I will forever be your master and you will forever be my slave!’

‘Yes, master!’

He started entering my ass hole with his cock. He slid it slowly at first until I had all his 8inch cock inside my ass. He started fucking me, sliding his cock in and out very fast. ‘ahh.. Fuck!! Ahh ahh..’ he fucked me roughly. After half an hour of him fucking me my ass became sore and I can feel pain growing inside me. But I don’t care, he’s my master now and I’ll do anything for him. ‘Here, take me now!’ I felt his cock pump his cum–his seed–into my ass now. He then stopped but his cock still inside my ass.

‘I’m glad you have stayed this long without cumming or quitting.’

‘I’d do anything for you, master.’

‘Now, I want you to jerk-off until you cum.’

‘Yes, master.’ He then removed his dick from my ass and I started jerking-off. He watched me masturbate my cock. After a while, his cock started to grow and harden like rock again. Then I reached my orgasm, my cum flew over him–on his boots, thighs then another squirt over his chest.

‘Clean this mess you’ve done, but do not swallow the cum!’ I went closer and lick every cum from his body and boots. He then moved towards me and pressed his lips into mine. He sucked the cum from my mouth and we started swapping it while kissing passionately. After minutes of kissing and cum swapping, he finally swallowed all my juice.

‘You’re mine now. You’ll serve for me forever.’

‘Yes, master. I am yours only.’ With that, my dick became hard again.

‘That’s good. Lie down and hold my head while I suck your fuckin cock.’

He started sucking me while I hold his head and face fuck him. The feeling was so good. After minutes that seemed hours, I finally reached my orgasm and about to release my load. ‘I’m gonna cum, master.’ then I released my juice, loads after loads. He swallowed all my cum, not even a pinch went out off his mouth.

He then kissed me goodbye. I stayed here in this basement room for two years now, not even stepping a foot outside. Even though the only thing I know about my master is his name, I always make sure I obey him and worship him because he’ll forever be my master.

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