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  • Guys Night Out

    ‘What’s that for?’ I asked my Dad.

    ‘For tonight, its Saturday night an its time for our monthly Guy’s Night Out.’

    ‘When did that start? I don’t remember you have a party for guys here.’

    My Dad walked over to me and said, ‘Son, We have been having Guys Night Out for years.’

    ‘Its just that the guys in the bike club take turns haveing it at their homes and it falls to me to host it this month.’

    ‘Really? Sorry Dad, I didn’t even know about such parties with your buddies.’

    ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’

    ‘Yes, let me give you a list of goodies and would you please run to the grocery store and pick up this stuff for me?’

    I got myself ready and went to the store and picked up some paper napkins, some plastic forks and plates for the party, I was getting rather excited as I shopped for a party, even tho I knew it would probably end up being a drinking party, being bikers from the Harley Club Dad was a member of.

    I got home and Dad was setting a pretty wicked looking table, I was watching his actions and he was acting like a high school kid with all the excitement of putting on a prom party.

    I am nineteen, still living at home so I knew I would be welcome to have a few drinks, but I wouldn’t be alowed to go driving after drinking, Dads orders.

    I Have a wonderful father, hard working, very trustworthy, and he has been an awesome provider and parent ever since my mother passed away when I was nine.

    Dad was a good looking man, very handsome, well groomed and kept his body in shape at a local YMCA.

    I always loved going there and swimming, but the real reason was that I got to look at the men in the swimming area, naked, walking in the back area, naked, seeing their privates swinging back and forth, naked even some with boners standing out hard and thick, and oh yeah did I mention Naked. I would always get si sexually excited myself.

    As I grew older I never grew out of that excitement that I felt when seeing a naked guy, I guess some guys never do, it was just part of who I am.

    I never told Dad about my attraction to men, I even fantasised about Dad a few times but would not have ever tried anything with my dad, although I thought some of his biker buddies were real turnons, especially Rodger, my Dads best friend.

    Rodger was one of the best built guys I had ever seen. He was rugged looking, gorgeous muscular body, I know I had seen him in the garage working on the cycles with Dad one Saturday afternoon. He was working with just his cutoff blue jeans and a pair of boots and shirtless. His gorgeous chest was muscular, bulging, sort greasy looking hairy, and I wanted to grab Rodger and start licking his body, but that was a dream. I always thought he was a real lady killer, just eye candy for me.

    The you can look but don’t touch kinda guy, Oh Yeah, theres something else that Rodger had that made me weak in the knees, he had the most outstanding bulge between his legs I had ever seen, every time I saw his huge bulge layeing to the left side of his zipper and down Rodgers leg, I would visualize his cock in those cutoffs and end up running to my bedroom dropping my trousers and stroking my hardon untill I shot a load of cum all over the floor, or whatever was in front of me.

    ‘Hey Tommy!’

    ‘Yeah Dad,’

    ‘Bring me those two coolers from the garage, and theres bags of ice in the freezer too.’

    I did as I was told and carried in the two coolers. I put the beer and wine coolers in the coolers, and Iced them down.

    ‘Every thing was set for tonight,’ Dad was really pleased.

    The phone rang and my best friend Vince called and ask me if I wanted to go see a movie, and then spend the night, ‘Sure man, I was going to feel like a second left foot at Dads party anyway.

    Well we went to the Movies and I enjoyed the movie with Vince, and then something happened and he got a call from his mom and had to hurry home.

    I guess it was almost midnight, Vince ask me if we could take a rain check on the sleepover, I had no problem with it, the party at home was probably winding down anyway.

    I got to the house and there was only one Cycle setting in the driveway anyway. I just supposed that all the guys had left except Rodger, because it was his bike, I recognized it. I had seen it loads of times, and had even rode on it a few times, It was one hell of a Harley.

    I noticed the patio door was locked from the inside and the kitchen light was off, I thought Dad and Rodger was in the family room.

    I took my shoes and went to the garage and went thru the garage door, since I have a key for it.

    I heard the T.V. on in the family room and thought they were in there, it was empty, The living room was empty, they were not outside on the patio. I thought maybe they had left. I decided to get a coke from the fridge and go on to my bedroom and maybe just stroke off and go to sleep, I needed a good nut emptying anyway.

    I went up the little carpet covered stairway and heard some sounds coming from Dads bedroom, which was at the end of he hall.

    I could hear some funny grunting and groaning sounds but not really voices saying anything, I got up almost to the crack in the door of his bedroom, there was a little light coming out of the crack and I Heard a mans voice ‘Oh Fuck man, Oh Jesus,’ I recognized the voice as Rodgers. I crept up to the door and just gently pushed it opened a little and I almost fainted, I gasped, but not loud enough they heard me. and I saw my Dad, on his bed on his hands and knees and Rodger had one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen up my Dad’s ass. I almost passed out, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and they were both really into it, Dad was grabbing around behind him and pulling Rodgers ass tight into his, and Rodger was fucking his ass like a Downtown Whore.

    I had never thought I would ever see anything like that, especially with my Dad, I just stood there watching the two of them fucking and groaning and just totally into this sex act.

    The more that I watched an watched and heard, the more I got excited, I realized that I had sprung a bid hardon, pushing out my pants like a tree limb.

    I was so turned on by what I was witnessing, I slipped off my shorts and took out my cock, now standing at a good seven and a half inches, leaking pre-cum from the excitement, and I was licking my lips almost biting my tongue as I stroked my cock like a wild man, god I was turned on, the feeling in my cock was building up the more I listened to Dad and Rodger fuck. And then I Heard Rodger just start sounding like a bear growling, as he shoved his big cock into my Dads Ass hole and held it there as his body jerked and pumped cum into Dads asshole.

    I heard my Dad say, ‘God Damn man, that was awesome Rodger, a lot better than last time,’

    ‘Last Time, how fucking long has this been going on,’ I wondered.

    I quickly got done shooting my load and wiped it up with my tee shirt, which I had taken off, and jumped back to my own bedroom door.

    I went in and got my clothes changed, I thought they had done and was finished and dressed.

    I decided to go down to the kitchen and when I got to the kitchen I was only wearing my briefs, I got to the kitchen and there was Dad and Rodger locked in an embrace kissing and rubbing all over each others still naked bodies. My first thought was how awsome Rodgers body was.

    My Dad saw me and froze, there they stood both naked, with their arms around each other and Dad said,’Tommy, I had no Idea you were home, This isn’t what it looks like,’ His face was red and he looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

    I just smiled and said, ‘Yea Dad and neither was what I saw going on in your bedroom either was it?’ I just smiled, ‘Hey Dad it all right, I’m gay too and if I hadn;t had to come home tonight me and Vince had planned to suck and fuck each other silly tonight too.’

    Dad just smiled and said,’Tommy, your Gay?’

    ‘Yeah sure am, have been all my life, and now I know where I got it.’ I love you Dad. And Rodger, OOOHH LA LA, your sure one hot looking dude.

    Rodger smiled and tightened up his muscles and said,’Hey man, thanks I have always thought you were hot looking,’ Dad said,’Carefull Rodger, that my son.’ and started laughing. I just walked over and grabbed Rodger by his cock and said, ‘I have always wanted to see this thing,’

    Dad looked over and said, ‘Now Son, you can touch it tonight, but it belongs to me.’

    Well I guess you can tell where this is leading but that is in the future.

    To be continued.


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  • My first mutual wank and fuck

    I must have been about 7 or 8 when I first realised the pleasure of being naked in front of others. My parents were strictly religious so anything to do with the anus or penis was dirty and it was grievously sinful to be seen by others accidentally or, certainly , on purpose. When one of my friends suggested we looked at each others genitals I was shocked but then excited. We built a little tent out of a clothes horse covered with a blanket and we all crawled inside. Even then , I was the first to volunteer. There was not much room so the other boy and two girls helped me off with my tee shirt. I hesitated about showing my ‘Mickey Mouse as I then called it but one of the girls gave a quick tug at my shorts and there was my little stiff erection in full view. I didn’t understand the powerful feelings this gave me. It was a fantastic sensation but then someone said adults were coming so I dressed in a small panic and pretended nothing unusual was going on and the moment was over. We would , occasionally, repeat the show and I was always the first to volunteer.

    A few years later on one hot summer night I couldn’t sleep. I had an overwhelming desire to be naked in the fresh air. I slipped out of bed , dressed in my pyjamas, and crept down the stairs and out of the back door. My home was near the field where we had held the impromptu strip show. I cautiously made my way down the path and through the gap in the hedge beside a small hill. I slipped out of my pyjama top and then , savouring the moment, dropped my pants and stepped out of them. The sensation of the cool air on my body was wonderful and I had a raging erection in no time. I was so naïve that I did not know how to masturbate so I enjoyed the sensation of walking about in the cool night air with my erection swinging before me. I knew I could not be seen behind the Hill but , eventually , I had the urge to stand exposed on the top of the Hill in full view of the neighbouring houses. I knew it was unlikely that anyone was awake and looking at that time but the thought that someone might see me increased my sense of excitement. I walked about ,naked , for the next hour and then ,regretfully , crept back to my home and bed. I couldn’t understand why my testicles were aching but ,that night ,I had a great wet dream.

    I attended an all boys Catholic school. I was very shy of girls and sex was something not to be discussed. Occasionally , some of the older boys would show me pictures from Girly mags and the sight of naked female breasts guaranteed an instant erection but that was as far as it went. I would buy copies of Playboy and Penthouse and , in the privacy of my bedroom , would enjoy the pictures. I could maintain an erection for hours but .although I always got that ache in the groin and some liquid would seep out of my penis , that was as far as I knew how to go. I had heard the word Masturbation. It meant ‘to practice self abuse’ according to my dictionary. One evening ,I was 16 by then , I read another definition ‘to manipulate the penis to orgasm’ I still wasn’t sure what this meant but I was already aroused by looking at my Magazines so I checked the door was locked and dropped my trousers and pants. I knew stroking my penis was pleasurable but I didn’t know what to do next. I took my erection between my two palms and started to rub it , like a Boy Scout trying to light a fire, until my penis was bright red. I could feel pleasure building up but couldn’t quite get there. Then I noticed that the pleasure was greatest when the swollen end of my penis received the most attention. I rubbed ,faster and faster. A great wave of pleasure built up in my groin and ,with a gasp of delight , semen spurted out. It was everywhere – my hands , thighs and on the floor. I had done it – my first wank ! I quickly found more gentle techniques and would wank 2 or 3 times a day in front of my Magazines. My mother nearly caught me once ,because I had forgotten to lock the door , but if she saw anything she did not say.

    I met my wife at work. She was the first girl I had summoned up the courage to invite out. She was the first girl I kissed and ,when we married , she was the first girl I ever had sex with. We were both shy so never experimented with different positions etc .I enjoyed sex with her but it became a little boring as years passed by. I still enjoyed outdoor nudity. On hot sticky nights I would wait till my Wife was sound asleep and then creep out of bed and into the back garden. I would strip and walk about masturbating. The thought of being seen by neighbours was the added thrill. On a few nights I even walked down the front drive ,almost on to the road and masturbated. Once , I had to drop behind a low shrub when a car came round the corner and almost caught me in its headlights. It was an anxious moment but added to the thrill of the orgasm.

    In Summer I would look out for places to strip naked and masturbate. The ideal spot was woodland off the beaten track. I would look for a secluded glade ,protected by trees or shrubs on most sides so that I could not be seen unexpectedly. However, there had to be a slight chance that someone might catch me as I masturbated because that added an extra thrill. Once I had found a suitable spot I would check around the are to be sure no one was about. I might spend twenty minutes checking and double checking before I felt safe enough to begin. I would ,carefully, take off my shoe and socks. Then I would hang my Tee shirt over a branch, slip out of my trousers and then , with one last look around to be sure, would step out of my underpants and enjoy the sensation of breezes on my naked penis and buttocks. It was one of the rules of the game that I would leave my clothes and move across to the clearing I had chosen. leaving my clothes added to the excitement of the slight risk of being naked and helpless if caught. I have explained all this so that you can fully appreciate how I felt about the events I am about to describe.

    It was in June last year. My wife and I had booked a Holiday in the Black Forest are in Germany. It was a nice hotel with its own pool and it backed onto woodland climbing up the Mountain. That afternoon I had left my wife sunbathing beside the pool. She was chatting to two other guests we had met at Dinner the night before. I was on the lookout for a good wank spot. I followed one of the footpaths that wound its way into the Woodland behind the Hotel. As I walked on the number of people on the path declined and I started to look for the perfect spot. I left the path and moved deeper into the wood The noises from the Village near the hotel died away and I was surrounded by the silence of the Forest broken only by the sound of the occasional bird call. After walking for about ten minutes I thought I had found the perfect spot. It was a small clearing surrounded by large trees. Enough light could get through the canopy to allow a grassy carpet. There was a semi circular bank of shrubs at the far side and a fallen log lay ,diagonally, across the far edge of the clearing. I did my usual sweep of the surroundings but there was no sign of any other people. Occasionally, I could hear people talking as they followed the footpath I had left earlier but they were below me and some distance away. I would hear them long before they reached me if they left the path and came towards me. They were no real threat. I felt that familiar tingle in my groin. It was time to begin. I walked twenty or thirty paces into the wood and began my preparations. I slipped off my shoes and socks and , carefully ,placed my socks inside my shoes. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and draped it on a low branch. Next, I slipped off my trousers and neatly folded them up beside my shoes. My penis was trying to escape from my underpants but I wasn’t quite ready. I had to be sure that no one was near my clearing. I walked back to it and did my last check – all clear. I returned to my clothes and ,at last, slipped out of my underpants and added them to the pile. As usual the sensation of warm air caressing my naked body felt wonderful. I walked away from my clothes and entered the clearing. I started to stroke my chest and buttocks and then to ,gently, caress my penis and balls. Soon, I had a good hard erection. I began to walk about the grassy floor stroking my throbbing penis and enjoying the sensation. Then it happened. I glanced across the clearing towards the bank of shrubs and was shocked to see a man standing behind them looking straight back at me. I stood frozen. I was still holding my penis but my erection was rapidly going. It was too far to run for my clothes and, anyway, the stranger was in the way. The moment seemed to last for ages but was probably only a few seconds. The silence was broken when the stranger said ‘I’m sorry to have disturbed you but I have been watching you for the last couple of minutes. I can see you are enjoying yourself and did not want to interrupt. Do mind if I stay and watch?’

    In recent months I had logged on to several explicit web sites and been increasingly turned on by the sight of naked men posing. masturbating and, especially, fucking. I had even posted some pictures and videos of me masturbating and been pleasantly surprised by the pms I had received. I had bought a webcam and masturbated in front of a complete stranger but here was a real , living , breathing adult male asking if he could watch me masturbate live!

    The stranger stepped out from behind the bushes so I could see him more clearly. He was slim , middle aged and wearing running kit . He was carrying a small rucksack. He smiled and my anxiety left. ‘If you don’t want me to watch I’ll go – no problems’. He had a slight East Coast American accent. When I looked at his shorts I could see a distinct bulge. The thought that my skinny body could arouse him quickly restored my flagging erection. His eyes looked down on it and he smiled again. ‘Looks like you are pleased to see me. Shall I stay?’ My mouth was too dry to speak so I could only nod. ‘Good’ he said ‘Let me see you work that thing!’ feeling slightly self conscious I obeyed and began to stroke my increasingly stiff penis. His eyes remained fixed on my hand as it worked up and down the shaft. I could feel the excitement mounting. The thought of standing naked and masturbating in front of a stranger was intoxicating. The stranger’s hand had ,unconsciously ,dropped to his groin and I could see him feeling his erection. Suddenly, he said ‘Stop! I’m sorry but I just can’t stand and watch you.’ He pulled his singlet over his head in one quick move and then he stepped out of his shorts. I looked ,entranced , at his body. He was slightly shorter in height than I but he was lean and well muscled. He was tanned to just above his groin and below his mid thigh. As he turned to put his shorts and top to one side I saw his well muscled buttocks were a striking white compared to the rest of him. Then he turned to face me and began to walk ,quickly, towards me across the grass. His chest was almost hairless and he ,obviously , trimmed his pubic hair as I did but his penis was amazing. It was thicker and longer than mine but what was most impressive was the erect angle at which it stood up. My penis hadn’t managed that angle in years!

    I must have looked alarmed as he came towards me. I dropped my hand from my penis. ‘Don’t be frightened but I must do this’ he said. He was stroking his erection in his left hand. As he came up to me he reached out and ,gently, took my penis in his other hand and began to stroke me. I felt as though my legs would buckle but the pleasure was fantastic. He took my right hand and placed it onto his penis. It was the first other-one I had ever held. It was thick, warm , very stiff and I could feel it throbbing ,just like mine. ‘I’ve always had a thing for uncut cocks’ he said as his fingers tickled my fore-skin which never quite drew back over my glans. I was beginning to find it hard to breathe. My heart was pounding and my legs felt like jelly. As his hand stroked my ever stiffening penis he held his other hand over mine and guided the length and strength of my strokes. ‘Mmm – that feels good’ He said. I could still hardly speak but I could feel his penis thickening further and there was a small bubble of pre-cum on the tip of his glans. He had been circumcised and I looked with fascination at his penis as my fingers moved up and down his shaft and over his glans which was swollen with a purple tinge. Meanwhile , his fingers were getting me more and more excited. Pre -cum was running out of my penis and I had never felt so aroused before. Occasionally , he would release my shaft and cup my balls and scrotum then he would return his attention to my penis. He could sense I couldn’t wait much longer and he began to speed up his strokes. He would also pull my fore -skin right back over the glans to expose it fully. It was bright purple and streaming with pre-cum. I tried to match him as I worked on his penis. We were both panting slightly now and , when I looked at his face , he had a slight far away look in his eyes but his smile was getting broader. The blood was roaring in my ears and I knew this was it. With a loud gasp I pumped out one – two – three spouts of semen. He laughed as I came. ‘Don’t stop now buddy’ he said. My hand pumped hard at his rigid penis and , with a gasp , he also jetted three spouts.

    We stood for a few moments facing each other. Our erections were subsiding with semen still dripping out. I wasn’t sure what to do or say next. He just grinned and said ‘Hang on’. He walked across to his rucksack and came back with a couple of tissues. I thought his naked body was the greatest thing I had ever seen. ‘Let me’ he said and gently wiped my penis dry and then cleaned himself. I still wasn’t sure what to do next. What did he want from me? ‘That was a great way to finish a run in the woods’ he said. ‘Thanks for letting me share. Perhaps we might meet up again tomorrow?’ ‘I can’t wait’ I gasped. ‘Great’ he said. ‘same place and time?’ ‘Fantastic’ I replied. He smiled, walked across the clearing, dressed quickly and ,with a wave , ran off. I was left feeling like I was in a dream but the warm glow in my groin proved it was all real. I could barely remember where I had left my clothes but I found them, got dressed and walked back to the hotel. ‘Did you enjoy your walk? You look a little flushed.’ I laughed ,a little guiltily and went into the Hotel to wash and prepare for Dinner.

    I hardly slept that night. The thought of the day’s events gave me an almost permanent hard-on and I didn’t want to waste it by wanking in the bathroom. So, I just lay there waiting for morning to arrive. Just like a child waits for Christmas morning. It was another lovely day but the time seemed to crawl by. Eventually, I left my wife by the pool and headed up the hillside. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find the little clearing again but I spotted the point where I had left the path and in a few minutes was back in the clearing where I had such pleasure yesterday. I made sure I was exactly on time. My knees were trembling with anticipation and I had a massive erection. You can imagine my disappointment when I saw the clearing was empty. I walked across to the bushes where the gorgeous stranger had appeared but there was no sign. It was like a kick in the stomach. I sat on the fallen log for about twenty minutes. There was still no sign. Wanking by myself did not appeal so I got to my feet , regretfully, and started to walk back to the path. Just then I heard the sound of running feet and a few moments later the stranger appeared through the trees and entered the clearing. He was panting and breathless. ‘Sorry I’m late’ he gasped ‘Got delayed but glad you waited. I’ll make it worth your while!’ He was dressed much the same as yesterday. He put his rucksack down and came across to me. He kissed me ,gently, on the lips. It was like an electric shock and I pulled away. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you. I should have guessed you are new to this. Do you mind me asking – are you a virgin?’ I blushed scarlet and nodded.’ Never mind. I can show you what to do – if you want me to?’ My heart was pounding again as I nodded.’ ‘Good , leave this to me’. He came closer to me. I could smell his aftershave and sweat. I noticed he had white teeth and his short black hair was flecked with grey. He put his hands to either side of my face – pulled me towards him and kissed me again. His lips were soft and when his tongue pushed into my open mouth and flicked around inside it was wonderful. The kiss seemed to last forever. He broke away and then pulled my shirt over my head. He then knelt down and gently pulled my shorts down. I had left the underpants off and so my erection sprang into view. ‘Wow! You must be glad to see me’ He joked. He stood up and put my clothes to one side. ‘Do you want to undress me?’ he asked. I pulled his running vest over his head. Again , I noted his tanned almost hairless chest. He ,obviously, kept himself in good shape. I knelt down and pulled his shorts down and his trimmed pubic hair and then his gorgeous cock came into view. He wasn’t as fully erect as I but the tip was only a few inches from my face. I reached out to stroke it and , at the same time cupped his balls. His cock stiffened and came even close to my face. For a moment I wanted to put it into my mouth but the thought of what it might taste and feel like made me hesitate. He noticed this and laughed. ‘Let’s not rush into anything’ he said. He pulled me to my feet and , once again, kissed me. I could feel my erection pushing into his stomach and his was pushing into my groin. As his tongue moved , deliciously, inside my mouth I felt his hands moving down my back until he touched my buttocks. He cupped them and I felt him gently pull my cheeks apart. I could feel sweat forming in the cleft between them.

    The kiss ended and he stood back slightly. ‘OK so far?’ I nodded and smiled back. He put his hands on my nipples and gently stroked them. I had never thought of this as erotic before but it felt good. He then softly kissed each one .Then he kissed my abdomen and continued to work down my body. My excitement built up as I felt his breath on my pubic hair and then his tongue flicked over my fore-skin. It was like another electric shock. It was wonderful. As I looked down on him he looked up at me and grinned. He was kneeling at my feet by now. He continued to stroke my penis and balls but then he began to nuzzle my scrotum and kiss the sides of my penis. Again, I felt the blood roar in my head. ‘Do you want me to?’ he asked. Again ,I nodded. My mouth always seemed to dry to speak. He began to kiss my penis, starting at its little nest of pubic hair and then working towards its swollen tip. He paused for a moment and I stood rigid with anticipation and then he slipped it into his mouth. I gave a gasp of pleasure. I could feel his tongue flicking over it and then he sucked it all the way in. I felt the warmth of his mouth as he proceeded to work up and down the shaft. I instinctively began to make thrusting movements with my hips. ‘Hang on ‘he said ‘Lets take our time’. and then he resumed his slow caresses. He looked up at me and saw the pleasure on my face. ‘You taste great ‘he said and then resumed his rhythmic movement and working with his tongue. I could feel I was about to orgasm but he sensed this and , withdrawing my penis from his mouth, squeezed the tip of it ,just behind the glans, tightly between his thumb and fore- finger. The urge to orgasm passed.’ I want you to enjoy this as much as possible ‘he said and smiled. He then began to work on me again. I was quickly aroused beyond control. I knew I was about to cum and tried to pull out of his mouth but he held me firmly by my buttocks and prevented me. With another loud gasp, I came into his mouth. I thought the stream would never end but he sucked me dry and then licked the rest off the tip of my still throbbing , swollen penis. ‘Mmm that was good!’ he said ‘Now its my turn’. Part of me was delighted but part of me was repelled by the idea. Again, he smiled and said ‘I know you’re new and I came prepared.’ He walked over to his rucksack and pulled out a condom. ‘I hope you like strawberry’ he laughed. He took it out of its wrapper and slipped it on. He still had a massive erection. I knelt before him and , tentatively, took it in my hand. Then I , gingerly, slipped it into my mouth. It did taste like strawberry!. I could feel the head of his penis and the veins throbbing in my mouth. I tried to copy him and tried to lick it along its length and ,especially , at the tip. It felt strange because I could feel the condom also. ‘That is soooo good. You’re a natural’ he said. I tried to take him deep into my mouth I was worried I might choke but it was fine. I could smell him as I worked on him. He began to breath more heavily and he pulled my head towards him with greater and greater force. His hips began to thrust and I felt the semen spurt out of him as he gave a groan ‘Jesus that feels good’. He gave three or four spasms as he completed his orgasm. His penis still felt thick and stiff but he withdrew it from my mouth. The condom seemed full of his milky semen. He slipped the condom off. His glans was still purple and swollen with a little semen dripping out. ‘Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to lick me clean ‘he joked ‘It’s a little too early in your Education for that!’ I felt a bit embarrassed but I have to admit it was a bit of a relief. He walked across to his rucksack, got out some tissues and wiped himself down. He then wrapped the condom in tissue and put it back into his bag. ‘Mustn’t spread litter’ he joked. I was still trembling from the experience and sat on the grass for a few minutes to recover. He did the same. We did not speak. ‘This has been an unexpected bonus on my European trip’ he then said ‘I’m back to the States tomorrow. Do you want to meet again?’ It was a bit of a stupid question. My penis was already beginning to stiffen as looked at his naked body and felt the warm Summer breeze on mine. It was as though we were the only two people on the Planet. ‘My flight leaves at 11 pm. So I must check out of my Hotel by 2pm.Are you available before then?’ Was I available?! I usually took my walk in the afternoon so I would need some excuse for my change of routine with my wife. ‘Absolutely!’ I said ‘How about noon?’. ‘Fine by me ‘he replied. He leaned across and gave me a quick kiss. Then he stood up, got dressed and ,with his usual wave, was gone. I just lay on the grass for over an hour and enjoyed the nudity, the fresh air and the prospect of what tomorrow might bring. Then I got dressed and returned to the Hotel.

    That night I surprised the Wife by an unexpected intercourse session. I usually rubbed her off and then had my turn. I had not reached a climax every time in recent months. That night was different. My erection was strong and long lasting and I reached orgasm by imagining the stranger beneath me. ‘Not like you to be so vigorous’ smiled my wife. I smiled back and went for a shower.

    It was another fine day. I promised to take my wife into Town for a meal that evening. The extra time she needed to prepare gave me the excuse to go for my walk earlier than usual. I had a little light breakfast and then set off to the clearing. I wanted to be there in plenty of time. There were more walkers around than previously and I was angry that they might interfere with our meeting. But , as I walked up the hill they became fewer and I hadn’t seen one for ten minutes by the time I left the path and cut across to the glade. He had already arrived. I was surprised to see him in a suit. He also had a small flight bag and his rucksack. I noticed he had a lap top carry bag as well. He had been leaning against a tree but stood up and walked across to me. ‘They’ve moved my flight up so I haven’t much time.’ he explained. ‘We’ll do our thing and then I must rush. I hope you don’t mind?’ ‘I’m glad you still wanted to come.’ I replied. ‘Oh yes’ he said ‘I’ve waited three days for this!’ Then he wrapped his arms round me and gave me a long , languorous kiss. I was , instantly, aroused. ‘Let me help you’ he said and quickly helped me out of my clothes. ‘You look fantastic’ he said and walked around me eying me up and down but ,especially, my erect penis. Every day I met him I thought it got bigger. It felt absolutely gigantic now. My foreskin was almost completely back over my glans. This never happened before. ‘Do you want to go first?’ he asked. I wasn’t sure what he meant and must have looked confused. ‘You said you are a virgin. Would you like to fuck me first or wait later.’ I nearly came there and then. My ultimate fantasy about to be fulfilled! I was left anticipating and half dreading what might follow. As usual my mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. ‘You go first’ he said it will make the waiting all the more worthwhile for me. I’d better get undressed for you.’ It was like watching my own private strip tease . He took off his shoes and socks. Then he took off his jacket and , carefully, folded it and put it on top of his flight bag. He then , carefully, unbuckled his belt and slipped off his trousers. He could see I was watching avidly and gave me his usual charming smile. ‘Soon be ready, don’t go away!’ He was wearing a vest and underpants this time. I could see the bulge in his groin. Slowly and teasingly and stripped off his vest and then pulled his boxers down and stood there naked. His penis was fully erect and he slowly turned around so I can admire him. ‘OK , now comes the good part.’ he said laughingly. ‘I’ve brought all the essentials’. He walked to his rucksack and produced some tissues, condoms and a tube of lubricant. ‘I always like to travel prepared’ he said. I know you’re a virgin but I always use protection. It reduces the sensation a little but it’s a sensible precaution. Do you mind?’ I was delighted. He was obviously experienced but I did worry about infections but , to be honest , I was so aroused I would have done it without protection anyway. I managed to mumble that I was fine about it. ‘Great ‘he said ‘let’s get to it!’ He took a towel from his rucksack and draped it across the fallen tree trunk that lay ,diagonally, across one edge of the clearing. He then opened a condom an picked up the lubricant and walked across to me. ‘Let me put this on for you’. He said and ,slowly, slipped it over my throbbing penis. He bent and kissed its swollen tip and then squeezed some lubricant over his hand and smoothed it over my penis. The movement of his hand nearly made me come there and then. ‘You’ll have to do the rest’. he smiled. Keeping hold of my penis he lead me to the tree. ‘Take this’ he said ,giving me the lubricant, ‘spread a good measure on me’. He turned and leaned across the trunk with the towel beneath him. His white buttocks were before me. He spread his legs a little wider. I could see his anus peeping out between his cleft buttocks. It was puckered and light brown with a wisp of hairs around it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Then , I squeeze some lubricant onto my hand and gently worked it into his anus area. ‘Mmm , that feels good’he said and leaned forward a little more so his anus was pointing up at me a little further.’ Go ahead – enjoy!’ My heart was pounding and I couldn’t speak as my mouth was completely dry. My penis was massive and throbbing wildly with each heart beat. I took it in my trembling hand, stepped up to him and placed it against his anus. He opened his legs a little wider. I gently pushed. There was a little resistance and then the tip was in ! It was like being held in a warm vice as his sphincter muscles contracted onto it and held it for a moment. I pushed again and I slid smoothly in. I pushed tight up to his buttocks. My pubic hair was tight against him. The pleasure was fantastic. I savoured the moment and then began to slowly pump into him ,back and forth, back and forth. ‘Good boy!’ he said ‘Now give it to me!’ I didn’t need any encouraging. I began to pound into him. My hands were clamped on his waist. I looked down on my penis as it worked in and out. The excitement got too intense. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gave in and let myself go. Waves of delight washed over me. I felt my penis jump inside him as I shot the biggest load ever. I kept thrusting as the pleasure continued then gradually slowed to a stop and collapse on top of him.’

    ‘Christ , that was absolutely fantastic’ I managed to gasp as I pulled out of him and looked at the condom brimming with semen. ‘I thought you’d enjoy that’ he grinned ‘Let me clean you off’. he slipped the condom of me and wiped my scarlet penis with a tissue. He put it, neatly, into his rucksack , like yesterday. He looked at my flushed face. ‘Now its my turn ! I’ve waited three days for this. Ever since I first saw you wanking over there. Help me with this’. He passed me another condom. My hands were trembling again and I had a bit of a struggle to get it out of its wrapper. He stood in front of me. His penis looked even bigger than yesterday. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take it! I had experiment a little with dildoes and butt plugs so I knew what it felt like to push something into my anus. I tried it out of curiosity and it certainly helped to achieve a good wank but , to be honest, the sensation didn’t feel that special perhaps I would feel differently soon? I knelt in front of him and slipped the condom over his erection. Perhaps it was my imagination but it barely seemed to fit! He took me over to the towel draped over the log. ‘Bend over’ he said. ‘For what you are about to receive I hope you are truly thankful!’ I leaned over the log with my hands supporting me. ‘Spread a little’ he said so I moved my legs further apart and tried to bend further forward. ‘You look great from back here’ he joked. ‘This might feel a little cool’. I hears him squeeze some lubricant from the tube. I felt his right hand on my waist and then, with the fingers of his left hand, I felt him spread the jelly over my anus. He smoothed it around my anus and buttock cleft like sun tan oil – working it in. Then he stopped for a moment and I heard him squeeze a little more jelly out. ‘As this is your first time I wasn’t to make sure you are comfortable’. I gasped as I felt one then two finger pushed into my anus. He then massaged the jelly in a circular motion. Mt penis , which had almost collapsed back to normal after its excitement, began to stiffen up again. ‘OK let me take a good look at you’ he said and I heard him step back a little . ‘Wow , you look very appetising!’ he said with a catch in his voice. The thought of him looking down on my naked white buttocks with its little brown wrinkled anus – helpless and exposed to a complete stranger made my penis stiffen even further. A moment I had fantasised about for months was about to happen. ‘Ready?’ he whispered. I managed a grunt of ‘Yes’. I heard him step up behind me. His hands gripped my buttocks and spread them. I felt the swollen tip of his penis touch my anus. There was a pause and began to push into me. Despite my best intentions , my sphincter clamped shut and he couldn’t penetrate. ‘Just relax’ he said and began another push. The pressure built up. I deliberately strained a little , like trying to take a large butt plug, and I felt my anal muscle relax and ,with one long smooth stroke, he penetrated me. ‘Oh , that’s good!’ he said. I could feel his pubic hair pushing against me as he thrust long and deep. He then withdrew until only the glans remained inside me , like a cork in a bottle, and then he thrust long and deep again. Feeling him inside me made my penis stiffen still further. He noticed and felt between my legs and fondled it. ‘Oh!!’ I said. He released my penis and held my shoulders as he pushed deep inside me with a gradually increasing speed and intensity. I had never felt like this before. I could see why people enjoyed this! ‘You still OK?’ he gasped. ‘I feel great. Aim good for you?’ I replied. ‘Are you kidding?’ he laughed ‘You have a great ass!’ He continued to thrust into me. His hands moved over my back and caressed my buttocks. I leaned further over the tree and the speed of his fucking increased. ‘I can hardly wait’ he gasped. He put one leg on the log beside me to change his angle of attack and really began to pound away at me. I could feel him thickening further inside me. He was working me so hard my chest was being crushed against the log but I didn’t care. Suddenly he stopped. ‘I want to see your face when I come’. he said. He slowly pulled out of me and stood me up. ‘Come over here.’ He took the towel and laid it on the grass. ‘Lie down on your back and spread you legs’. I did as I was told. He knelt between my legs and reached forward to hook an arm under each one then he lifted me upwards. I was nearly bent double with my anus pointing at the sky. To be honest , it wasn’t very comfortable but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible to reward him for the wonderful time I had. I looked down my body. My almost erect penis was pointing back at me. I could see the purple glans only half covered by my fore-skin. His penis really was massive and his balls were pulled tight into his groin. I tried to lean back as far as possible to help him and hooked my legs back with my own arms. He shuffled closer towards me on his knees, took his penis in his left hand and positioned it with the tip touching my anus. He didn’t wait this time. He slammed it into me with one powerful thrust. I gasped. He then began to work me again. He gave ten or eleven long deliberate thrusts and then began to make more rapid shorter thrusts. He was panting and his forehead and chest were covered in sweat. He mover faster and faster and his breathing quickened even further. My penis was waving backwards and forwards as he thrust into me. I could see that far away look in his eyes .He was nearly there.’ Go on ‘I said ‘Don’t hold back!’ ‘Christ!!’ he shouted and I felt him come inside me. He gave four five long thrusts ,pausing for a moment at the end of each one , then he leaned forward and kissed me.

    He slowly pulled out. The condom was full again. He slipped it off, wiped himself with a tissue and put it into his rucksack. He turned and came back to me. I was sitting up on the towel watching him. He saw that I had another massive erection. ‘Good God1’ he said ‘There is no satisfying some people! Tell you what. I’ve a few minute left and I did promise to educate you. Fancy trying that position?!’ The look on his face was his answer. He walked quickly back to the rucksack and pulled out another condom. ‘Always carry spares’ he grinned. He unwrapped it , slipped it over my erect ,but rather sore, penis and then pulled me to my feet. He dropped onto the towel and pulled his legs up to present himself to me. I didn’t need any more encouragement. I spread a little more lube on my penis. Then I knelt down , manoeuvred my penis to his anus and with one delicious push I was back inside him. He smile up at me as I began thrusting. The sensation was part pain, part pleasure. It took much longer to reach orgasm this time as I had only recently recovered from the last time but I always notice the pleasure the second time is even more intense. It was true this time. I nearly passed out with the pleasure. He was smiling and encouraging as I came. I pulled out of him and rolled over beside him ‘I cannot thank you enough ‘I managed to say. ‘These three days have been the best of my life!’ ‘No. Thank you. I’ve never had a virgin before. It was a real buzz for me too. You’ve certainly livened up this business trip.’ He walked to his bag and picked up his watch. ‘Wow!Is that the time?! I’d better hurry. He gave me a tissue to clean up with and tidied up , as usual. He then dressed as I lay on the ground’. ‘Don’t forget the towel’ I said and tossed it to him. He smiled and put it into his bag.’ Thanks’. I got to my feet. It felt strange standing naked in front of a well dressed business man. He reached out to shake my hand just like we’d had a business meeting. ‘Great meeting you’ he said.’ I don’t even know your name’ I replied. ‘It’s better this way. Straight, uncomplicated sex is the best ‘he replied. hen he picked up his stuff, waved and walked away. I sat in the clearing the air on my naked body for a few more minutes then dressed and left the clearing for the last time.


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  • Bob the Builder

    Even the straightest of guys, given the right circumstances, can be tempted to try some gay sex when two camp college students offer their wares to the builder

    I had better get my first little half-truth out of the way first. He wasn’t really called Bob but I felt calling him that made the title cuter. He was a Robert though but rather than Bob, everyone called him Robbie. Let me move on with more detail.

    This story is about an enormous transformation in Robbie’s sex life. Robbie was 38 and was, indeed a builder, working for a small building concern in the Midlands of England. He was cuter looking than a builder would be expected to be in the sense that he groomed up well. He had a muscular body but not fat. He didn’t work out but his heavy work made sure his body stayed in trim. His hair was short and slightly receding in a sexy way at the front and some traces of grey hair were evident in his dark blonde head. He had footballer’s legs, thick calves, manly thighs and a butt that you felt sure would look good in a kilt if anyone could get him into one.

    Robbie had a normal grammar school education but being educated wasn’t a strong point and the opportunity to get a job at 16 had him leave and take day release classes at the local technical college where his building skills were honed. Now he made a good living and had a good, if not extravagant lifestyle. His marriage to Lynn when he was still 23 meant they now had two children Louise and Darren aged 14 and 10 respectively. He was a good husband and looked after his kids well. He had his own interests and Lynn had hers, taking turn about at making sure the kids were looked after.

    His love was watching football (soccer to our American readers) and he played some five a side football from time to time. He enjoyed time on the internet playing games and just generally chilling. Now as this is a sex story, I must add that Lynn and Robbie had long since moved into that married type of sex. They did it two or three times a month if the kids weren’t around. If they were out for a few drinks or a meal, the alcohol often induced a quick and frantic session and that was about it.

    Robbie was happy with that and the odd dirty comment on a centrefold in some magazine one of his fellow workmates had brought into work or a link in an e-mail to a website with some raunchy pictures might bring Robbie to a little private hand job from time to time. In fact the number of hand jobs had been increasing and he found his interest in the private parts of magazine models increasing. One of the guys who was leaving to work in Dubai, left Robbie with a dozen or so magazines and a similar amount of DVDs on his departure, not wanting to be sussed as a pervert on arrival at a new post.

    A visit by Lynn and both kids to her mother one Saturday gave his the opportunity to call off his joining her as he ‘had a match to play.” It was, of course, a complete lie, and he felt really guilty about doing it but he really wanted some time with his right hand and the DVDs he so eagerly wanted to watch.

    They were great and in such detail. Most were the usual with the busty all American blonde being fucked in many positions by all American men. He had never really seen erect men in action before so was fascinated, watching in close up, these larger than normal cocks entering the all American blondes and then splattering cum all over their tits or faces, something Lynn would never, ever allow. These guys came like hosepipes and he found himself replaying the cum-shots over and over again. One movie even had a gang bang with a multiple cum-shot on some busty brunette with massive tits at the end. These guys seemed bigger than Robbie and came more than Robbie.

    He nursed his aching seven inch cock through all the DVDs. Obviously he speeded through many but the last one caught his attention. In this one were two younger guys, probably in their early twenties, with a slimmer, less brassy girl. They lay in bed with her and kissed her, she sucked both their cocks and then one of the guys fucked her while she sucked the other. The situation was then reversed and Robbie found this highly erotic. He went through to the kitchen to get some kitchen towel to mop the impending mess, shuffling with his jeans at his ankles as he went but on his return he stopped dead in his track because on the screen, the younger lad was licking the girl out while the older guy had his cock fully imbedded in his arse fucking him like mad.

    Holding his hard cock in his right hand and the kitchen towel in his left, Robbie’s cock spontaneously ejected cum in a manner he never thought he could. It arced across seven or eight feet and landed on the sofa, splattering some across the television screen.

    ‘Fuck,” he said, quickly trying to mop the continuing ejection from his uncut cock.

    Mopping up, or rather, sponging up, took some time and he felt very guilty as he hid all the DVDs again. He wondered about destroying them but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of something which had given him so much pleasure. When Lynn and the kids arrived back, he flushed ever so slightly with embarrassment when asked ‘how his day went,” especially bearing in mind that the young lady in the bisexual threesome was probably only four years older than his daughter.

    Well, the guilt continued as did Robbie’s determination to keep his little hoard for his own personal use and, when time allowed, a trip to the darker areas of the Worldwide web to top things up.

    Around three months later, he was working with a small team on an extension to a large detached villa in some five acres of ground owned by a wealthy businessman and his wife named Hartley-Jones. They had a daughter around the same age as his Louise though she was at a private school. The young girl was quite precocious and ever so slightly provocative, making saucy suggestions to both Robbie and the twenty year old apprentice working alongside him. They dismissed her and when they did, she commented that ‘her older brother would see to them when he returned home for summer from University. They thought nothing of her comment, only that it was the ramblings of a pubescent teen.

    A couple of days later, when Robbie was working on his own, he heard a voice introduce itself from behind and he turned to see an unusual sight. Behind him was a slim young man just over six feet tall. His hair was slightly too long, draping over his eyes at one side. He kept sweeping it back with a flick. The colour was slightly odd too, with an unnatural purplish red highlight through part of it. His eyes were piercingly blue and his dress was almost transsexual. Whilst still dressed as a guy, the clothes would equally have looked fine on a woman.

    ‘Rupert,” he said holding out his hand.

    Robbie clumsily took it and was greeted with a limp handshake from him.

    ‘Just back from Oxford for the summer holidays,” he continued, ‘and I see what Annabel was talking about,” referring to his precocious sister.

    ‘Eh, I hope it was good,” said Robbie, struggling with a response.

    ‘Oh trust me, it was,” he replied. ‘If I can do anything for you, just call me, absolutely anything.”

    This was said with a suggestive voice that Robbie had never heard from anyone of the same sex and as Robbie walked off, he found himself looking at his bottom, encased in tight jeans. It was an extremely pert bottom, not the pear shaped bum of a woman, but rounded, firm and high. He mentally noted that he had never realised how different men’s and women’s bottoms were until that moment.

    As he worked all afternoon, he kept visualising Rupert’s eyes and hearing his voice. At one moment, he actually merged the scene of the woman in his DVD being licked by Rupert while he fucked his pert bum. He felt his cock rise and quickly thought better of it, turning his mind to football and bricklaying in no particular order.

    The following day when Steve, the young apprentice was there, Robbie felt sure he would get a break from Rupert’s attentions once he saw the younger guy, more his age. This didn’t happen and, if anything Rupert paid even more attention to Robbie, bringing cold drinks and helping to lift the odd item here and there. Strangely, when Steve was around, Rupert actually calmed his camp mannerism down and Steve even commented how well mannered he was, presumably putting his slightly odd attire down to him being a student.

    When Robbie went to the toilet in the house for a pee, he was surprised once again to find his cock half hard. He did something he never thought he would do, and sat on the toilet, his jeans at his ankles and masturbated. His thoughts drifted again into a threesome with Rupert and the unknown girl except in this scene, Rupert sucked his cock and as he came he visualised it spurting down Rupert’s throat. Again a red-faced Robbie emerged to return to work with a guilty look all over his face.

    At home, attempts to encourage Lynn to step up their sex life to involve some oral sex met with a blank. In his mind the sentence ‘if that’s the case then I assume a shag up the arse is out of the question too” appeared in his mind and made him smirk as Lynn would have had a heart attack if he had said that out loud.

    The weekend passed and a problem at another job had meant the apprentice being dragged off again. Robbie arrived to what looked like an empty house at the Hartley-Jones’s. He had a key to the rear of the property where he was working and the absence of any cars suggested they might be away for the day so he got started. He had been there about an hour when he heard a door slam and Rupert walked past him in a small pair of pale blue Speedos, a towel over his shoulder, and headed for their small swimming pool. He passed the quick time of day before diving in, splashing about in the pool for a short time then lifting himself out and stretched his arms at the poolside.

    Robbie looked up and saw a stunningly shaped male body, devoid of any real muscles but trim. A trace of pubic hair ran up to his navel and the Speedos suggested that he may have been effeminate but he was definitely not a female. Robbie saw him looking as he started drying and Robbie quickly looked down to restart work. A shadow across him a few moments later, made him look up to find Rupert standing over him, his hair plastered against his face and drips of water plopping down beside him.

    ‘They’re away for a couple of days to Calais,” he said. ‘Dad’s topping up on his champagne stocks at the hypermarkets across the Channel. So it’s just me and you so let me know if I can get you anything, anything at all.”

    Robbie looked up to answer, finding his face looking straight at Rupert’s generous bulge, struggling to stay contained in his swimming trunks.

    He turned and walked back to the pool and, with his back to Robbie, slid his trunks down and off and finished drying before lying face down on the sun bed, his open legs facing in Robbie’s direction and the edge of his testicles just visible. Robbie was hot. His cock was rising and he didn’t know why. He didn’t fancy men, yet he had been wanking at the thought of one fucking another. He didn’t fancy men and yet he was looking at one right now and he had an erection. He wondered if he was just flattered at the attention. Certainly, since he had been married no female had ever chatted him up and certainly no male had. Perhaps he just looked too married.

    He looked across and thought, ‘This lad is just four years older than my daughter and I’m thinking about him sexually.”

    The thought of his kids always had the desired non-sexual effect on him and his dick returned to normal.

    Rupert was slightly camp, and obviously gay and Robbie just assumed that he was like this with every guy, a bit of a show-off and exhibitionist. As Robbie worked he thought all this out. After all the television programmes were full of camp guys hosting chat shows, telling jokes and suchlike and they were all a bit like Rupert.

    ‘That’s what this is; he’s just showing off to the straight builder so I won’t rise to his bait.”

    Robbie continued to work and Rupert continued to sunbathe. He covered himself up when he popped over to offer a Robbie a beer just before lunchtime. Robbie accepted and had just popped the can when another guy walked up the side of the house and called to Rupert. This guy was obviously gay too. He was slim, like Rupert and fair haired.

    ‘Hi Jonathan,” called Rupert.

    ‘Hi Rupie, I got your call and just fancied an afternoon by the pool. Got a beer?”

    Robbie felt a slight twinge of jealousy. He had quite enjoyed being flirted with, even by a guy. It had been so long since someone had made obvious overtures to get inside his pants.

    ‘This is Robbie,” said Rupert, ‘he’s doing work for the parents.”

    ‘Hello,” said Jonathan, dragging out the word so it sounded more like ‘Haaalo” to Robbie.

    Jonathan’s eyebrows raised and his hand was held out to be taken firmly by Robbie.

    ‘My, you’re strong,” he said to Robbie.

    Robbie mumbled something in an embarrassed way and went back to his work as the guys walked over to the pool and started to chat like a couple of excited housewives. As Robbie worked, he kept glancing over and watched as Jonathan also stripped off to reveal a tiny thong. His buttocks were also firm and pale and he felt his cock rising again.

    ‘What the fuck’s wrong with me?” He thought.

    As he laid the bricks, he pondered on anatomy and realised the beauty of the male rear to the female. He had never really thought about it but women were larger, usually, then the bottom stretched down their legs in a pear shape. These two guys’ bottoms were upright and pert like two small melons. He wondered how men could take a cock in their arses. He had wanted to do it to Lynn assuming that if she could take him up the front, she could manage the back, but she wasn’t for it. Now he was looking at two bums that wanted cock in them and wondered whether that was something he could, or would ever try.

    The guys stood and walked into the house with Rupert waving over saying,” We have a few things to do, we’ll see you later.”

    It was said slightly suggestively and Robbie wondered if they were going inside to ‘do it.”

    Around 20 minutes later, his curiosity was running wild and he decided to look in the house under the pretext of needing the toilet. He had to use the downstairs one and before he entered he listened at the foot of the stairs and heard talking. Just then, Jonathan walked across the upper hallway naked. Robbie couldn’t quite see anything and dived into the toilet quite noisily.

    When he came out, Rupert was in the downstairs hall.

    ‘If you would like a shower before you go, Robbie, you’re welcome to use the one in my room. It’s so hot and I thought you might like to freshen before you go. Both Jonathan and I have had to as we were roasted. You can use it now if you like.”

    Someone said, ‘Id love that,” and Robbie realised he had said it without thinking.

    He was about to add ‘later” when Rupert walked off and said, ‘I’ll show you where to go” as he climbed the stairs.

    Robbie meekly followed, his heart pounding at the thought of being naked in the close proximity of two camp homosexuals on heat. Strangely he was also excited at the same time. He followed Rupert who was wearing his flimsy shorts and walked past Jonathan, leaning against the door to the room wearing his thong again. Robbie wanted to look ‘there” but couldn’t.

    Rupert threw a fresh towel on the bed, pointed to his shower room and said, ‘I’ll leave you to it.

    Robbie entered the shower room and as he started to pull off his t-shirt he closed the door, realising there was no lock. He stripped and ran the shower stepping in to enjoy the cool water as he soaped himself. His thoughts turned to the lads outside and he wondered if they were endowed. They were quite effeminate so he thought, they mustn’t be. They would probably get a shock if they saw his generously sized 7.5 inch cock! As he soaped, he realised his cock was rock hard.

    ‘What the fuck is happening to me. Two little queens flutter their eyelids and here I am stiff as a rock. They’re young enough to almost be my kids.” His mind raced as the thoughts ran through it.

    He found himself paying particular attention to cleaning his cock and even pushed his finger well into his hole, further than ever. He soaped it and really cleaned it. Why he was doing it, he didn’t know!

    He rinsed and stepped out of the shower to finish drying. The door opened and Rupert stood with another towel. ‘Do you need this?” he asked, his eyes dropping to look at Robbie’s cock as he quickly tried to cover his dwindling erection.

    ‘Oh thanks,” he said, the same hand reaching out and exposing his cock again.

    Rupert looked down and said, ‘Nice,” before walking out.

    Robbie finished drying and started to put his clothes back on again. For some reason, he donned his briefs and jeans but left his top off, leaving the bathroom whilst still feigning a drying action. Both guys were in the room and looked up as he came out of the bathroom.

    ‘Bet you feel much fresher now?” said Robbie. ‘You certainly look it.”

    ‘Yes thanks” said Robbie, embarrassment making him start to pull on his t-shirt.

    ‘Wait, you’re still wet,” said Jonathan, taking the towel off him, turning him around and rubbing his back.

    ‘There’s a bit at the front too,” said Rupert and walked forward with a small hand towel to rub Robbie’s pectorals.

    ‘Are we embarrassing you?” said Rupert, his rubbing, unconsciously moving down to Robbie’s belly.

    ‘Well this is a bit unusual for me,” said Robbie. ‘Usually it’s women I have to fight off.”

    Jonathan was pressed against Robbie’s back and Robbie could feel what seemed like an erection against his jean-clad buttocks. He knew that Jonathan only had a thong on, so whatever was pressing against him, was probably now exposed. He felt soft lips against his back. He was shivering with apprehension and knew he should stop them but his cock had already started to rise. He knew this might be the only time in his life when something like this might happen to him and he was scared to stop it as well as being scared to go ahead.

    Nothing more was said. Rupert leaned over and kissed Robbie on the cheek. Robbie was frozen as both boys took his inaction to be a sign of acceptance and they started to devour him. Jonathan’s hand reached around and started to unbuckle his belt while Rupert expertly helped slide the pants and briefs down to release a throbbing 7.5 inch uncut cock which ‘thwacked” against Robbie’s belly. He stepped out of his clothes until he was fully naked and exposed in front of these two lads.

    Rupert pushed him back to the bed and he lay down as the boys swiftly stripped naked. Jonathan had around 6 inches of hard cut cock with a matching sized pair of balls nestling in a neat little patch of hair. Rupert, little camp Rupert really made him look twice when he released an uncut cock which surprised Robbie with both its length and girth. He wasn’t an expert on men’s cocks but it had to be at least 8 inches and thick. It was hard but its size made it droop slightly downwards.

    ‘Like it” asked Rupert?

    Robbie smiled as Rupert approached him and started to suck his cock. Robbie, who had been completely passive, laid back and closed his eyes. He was aware of Jonathan climbing on to the bed to continue licking his body and sucking his nipples. The experience of being seduced and being in a passive position both excited him and satisfied his guilt at what he was doing. After all, they were seducing him and he almost couldn’t stop them “‘ almost!

    Jonathan sat atop Robbie facing downwards, his balls resting on Robbie’s forehead and his cock suspended in full erection hovering above Robbie’s face. Rupert was sucking Robbie’s cock, sliding back the foreskin and giving him a blowjob like no other. As Jonathan’s cock stayed suspended in mid air, Jonathan pushed it downwards until his dripping tip was just above Robbie’s lips. Robbie kept his mouth tight shut. Jonathan then swung around until he was at Robbie’s side and again moved his cock to Robbie’s mouth, pushing it to his lips. Robbie’s licked his lips, tasting male precum for the first time and as he did so, Jonathan’s 6 inches were pushed into his mouth. Robbie gagged and as he closed his mouth again had no option but to start sucking. As he did, he felt himself begin the slow build up to cumming. He put his hand on Rupert’s head to stop the sucking. He wasn’t going to admit he was enjoying this but he felt there were more new experiences to come.

    Rupert released Robbie’s cock and leaned over the bed to slip a condom on his cock, out of sight of Robbie whose view was partially blocked by the tall thin body of Jonathan. Rupert lubricated his hole well and then slid the condom over Robbie. Robbie tried and failed to see what was happening and only worked it out when Rupert sat astride him and lowered his arse over Robbie’s erect cock taking its full length in one plunge. Rupert started riding in frenzy. Jonathan took his cock out of Robbie’s mouth and started to kiss him. Robbie’s eyes shot open. He hadn’t thought of actually kissing a guy and now his mouth was forced open and this young guy’s tongue was halfway down his throat.

    Jonathan was hot now. His friend was getting fucked and he needed some too. His kissing was almost violent, holding Robbie’s face in both hands while his tongue violated his mouth. Both boys were well gone and when Jonathan grabbed Rupert’s shoulders to tell him it was his turn, Rupert very reluctantly slid his arse off Robbie vertical cock. Jonathan quickly lubricated his arse and replaced Rupert. Robbie’s cock slid in just as easily. Both boys loved being fucked and they weren’t letting the chance of a gay virgin go without getting full measure. Rupert started to kiss Robbie now, more gently than Jonathan. Robbie’s cock was being milked quite frantically by Jonathan, whose head was thrown back and the bouncing was almost painful as he rose and fell on Robbie’s abdomen.

    Again Robbie was set to cum and told Jonathan so again both boys stopped.

    This time, Rupert threw Robbie’s legs in the air and his tongue slid down to invade Robbie’s arsehole. Jonathan took position once more over Robbie’s cock and started to suck as Rupert tongue fucked him. This was a very new experience and Robbie had never realised how sensitive his arse could be. He found himself again at the brink and had to stop Jonathan. Jonathan once more started to violently kiss Robbie while Rupert continued to lift Robbie’s legs to gain access. Robbie was lost in pleasure and did not identify the coolness on his hole with lubricant. He somehow thought that Rupert was blowing cold air on him as he licked.

    The shock, therefore as the head of Rupert’s cock entered Robbie’s arse had him attempt to sit bolt upright and if it hadn’t been for Jonathan’s weight, he would have done. Robbie tried to squirm but the effect was to push his arse further against Rupert’s cock and actually forced it further into him much more quickly than Rupert had intended. Rupert stopped dead but held his cock in place and Jonathan held Robbie down, kissing him and asking him to be patient. Robbie calmed as the initial pain subsided and, as Rupert started to gently move again, the pain slowly became quite tolerable, then unusual and then actually quite pleasant.

    The full penetration probably took around 10 minutes and once Rupert realised he was well inside, he rolled Robbie over to fuck him from the rear. Jonathan scooted around and started to fuck his friend in a sandwich and they all started moaning together.

    Once more, Robbie felt a weird sensation inside and realised even though he wasn’t touching his cock, he was going to cum. He, once more asked them to stop and all cocks were withdrawn.

    Condoms were removed and Rupert took Robbie’s cock in a 69 position and forced his own cock into a reluctant Robbie’s mouth. As Robbie’s arse was in the air, Jonathan seized the opportunity to fuck him, easily entering a hole which had been seduced by a bigger cock than his. Rupert actually came first and as he tried to pull his cock from Robbie’s mouth, he failed and blasted a jet of hot semen all over his lips and face, a good squirt going straight down Robbie’s throat. Almost simultaneously Robbie ejaculated over Rupert’s face and Jonathan, brought to a head by all the cumming emptied his balls inside Robbie’s arse.

    The resultant silence suggested that guilt had returned very quickly and Robbie started to make excuses about leaving. Rupert suggested he shower again making a joke that explaining cum stains in his hair might me difficult for his wife to understand.

    It took a lot of calming down to bring Robbie back to Earth. They promised they wouldn’t tell anyone, he made excuses that it was a mistake and he would probably never do it again that was until Robbie pointed out that not many gay virgins get fucked by two guys, fuck two guys, swallow a load of cum, take a load up their arse and then get a blow job all on their first time – and then say it was all a mistake!

    That brought a smile to his face.

    ‘Robbie, I’m here for another six weeks,” said Rupert, ‘and you are here for another four, at least. If you want to fuck me again, I would love it and if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

    Robbie quickly pointed out he probably would never do something like this again.

    He was lying!!


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  • After the Fight

    Cutter is sitting on the bench, naked, when I step into the locker room. His eyes are off, focusing on something other than the room he’s in, and they don’t change when I step in front of him. He gets like this before a fight. He’s wet, still sweaty from his warmup. Moments before, he would have been bouncing around, his bare feet hopping on the concrete floor. His fists making jabs at invisible enemies in the air.

    Next to him, on the bench: hand wraps, trunks, jock strap and cup, socks.

    I can’t help but look at his penis, limp between his legs. A dark brown next to his light brown skin. I’m drawn to it, time and time again. I imagine it pulsing lightly with his heartbeat.

    I imagine touching it.

    ‘It’s almost time to go,’ I say, and he looks up at me. Not recognizing me, instantly. His eyes focus. He’s seen me hundreds of times. We’ve worked out together. Trained together. Shared a beer together.

    ‘Will you help me wrap my hands?’ he asks.

    ‘Sure,’ I say.

    He stands up, reaching for the handwraps on the bench. He hands them to me, and holds his hand out. I can feel his warmth, the heat rushing out of his body.

    I’ve been the assistant trainer here for a few years now. I’ve done this dozens, if not hundreds, of times.

    Each strap has a loop at the end, and I slip one around his thumb. The cloth strap goes over the back of his hand, and then under his wrist. Around the wrist twice, and then over the back of his hand. Under his hand, over his knuckles, twice. Cross back over his hand, toward his wrist. This is a ritual. Repeat the cross over the back of his hand, and then around his palm to the base of his thumb. Back around the wrist. This is our ritual. Around the thumb, this time form the opposite direction. Around the wrist again. Over the back of the hand, and in between the pinky and ring finger. Crisscross around the base of the hand, and between each finger. Around the wrist, and crossed over the back of the hand, twice, layering an X-pattern. Wrap the excess cloth around the wrist.

    This is our ritual.

    I do the other hand. His breathing is quick and shallow. His body bounces a little.

    After I finish wrapping his second hand, we clap his hands together, mine wrapped around his. He jumps a little, and I look down. His penis is rigid. Hard. Standing straight up, toward his stomach. I have never seen it like this. My breath catches.

    Cutter looks down, like he’s surprised by his own erection.

    ‘Oh shit, I’m sorry,’ he says.

    ‘Oh, no,’ I say, ‘Don’t worry about it.’

    ‘It’s just that…’ he starts.

    ‘No big deal,’ I say.

    He smiles, embarrassed. I smile back, to show him that I’m fine. In fact, my smile betrays me, and I’m sure he recognizes that it’s more than fine. I hope he can’t see my cock through my track pants. I can’t help but stiffen, myself.

    ‘Better get dressed,’ I say, and slap him on his shoulder. His skin is screaming hot. He bounces again, his body crackling with energy, waiting to get out. His penis bobs up and down, but not much. It’s so hard. It’s so–

    He turns from me, and reaches for his jockstrap. He steps into it, the thick blue waist strap sliding up and over his ass. With his back still toward me, he tries to push his erection into his jockstrap. He steps into his shorts, and sits down to put his shoes on. I make myself turn away from him, so I can continue helping set the gym up for the fight.

    Mel, the gym’s owner, and Cutter’s trainer, slaps me on the back.

    ‘We’re gonna lose another one, Billy,’ he says.

    ‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say.

    This is our ritual.

    Fights are hard. Fights are frantic. Hectic. Violent. Three rounds, two minutes each. One minute breaks between each round.

    Jab. Hook. Cross. Uppercut. Hook. Hook.

    Cutter knows what he’s doing. He’s good at what he does. He alternates between quick, short jabs, and powerful thrusts.

    We tell Cutter things he already knows: Footwork. Watch your footwork. He’s sloppy. You’re sloppy. What are you thinking? You’re better than this. God damn, pay attention. What the fuck are you fighting for?

    We say all of this, even though he’s fighting perfectly.

    We give him water. Repair his cuts. Slap him on his back, on his arms. Loosen up his muscles. Slap his skin, his sweat.

    I love you, I don’t say.

    After the fight, after the congratulations and the cheering, after Cutter is dragged out by friends, and after I convince Mel to go home, that I have other stuff to do, that I like working after a fight, I clear the gym floor of metal folding chairs. I sweep. I wrap up the trash. I turn off the lights. I sit in the office, catching up on paperwork. Dues, scheduling. Bills. It’s hot, and a small, metal fan rattles air in my direction.

    ‘Hey, Billy,’ someone says.

    ‘Oh, shit,’ I said, jumping. Cutter is standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He has a light grey hooded jacket on, his face framed by the thin cotton material. A red backpack is slung over his shoulder. He’s still wearing his boxing trunks.

    ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to–‘ he starts.

    ‘No, you’re okay,’ I say, and wipe the sweat from my forehead. ‘What’s up?’

    ‘Ah, nothing. I just forgot my bag,’ he says. He steps into the office, letting the backpack fall off of his shoulder. He catches it, and swings it onto the metal folding chair in the corner. He sits on the corner of the desk and his bare knee brushes my arm.

    ‘How come you’re not out celebrating?’ I ask.

    ‘I don’t see the point in trashing my body. Not after I worked so hard to win.’ He brings his right foot up and props it on the desktop. He leans forward, resting an arm on his raised knee, and his chin on his arm. I can’t help but look in between his legs, with the smooth green material of his trunks stretching across his bulge. The satin catches the light, and the details of his penis are accentuated.

    He coughs and I look up quickly to see him staring down at he. He had to have seen where I was looking. My heart beats a little harder, a little faster.

    ‘Do you know what I think about, Billy, before a fight?’ he asks.

    I shake my head.

    ‘When I’m preparing for a fight, when I’m warming up, I think about my opponents. I don’t think about their fighting style, or how many matches they’ve won.’ He reaches down and tugs at the edge of his trunks. It almost looks like his bulge has gotten bigger.

    ‘I think about them naked,’ he says. ‘I think about what they must be like in bed.’

    His words hang in the air. I’m unsure what to say to him. How I’m supposed to respond to that. What I’m supposed to do. He does it for me.

    He leans forward, and kisses me. His lips are soft, and moist. His skin, sweaty and scratchy with stubble. Stunned, I almost don’t respond. The tip of his tongue slides out and licks my lips, relaxing me, and I let myself fall into his kiss. He puts one hand on the side of my face, caressing me.

    His lips pull away from mine, and still holding my face inches from his, he says: ‘That erection in the locker room, earlier?’

    I nod.

    ‘That was for you,’ he says. He reaches down, and rubs his cock through his trunks. He’s hard, his cock a thick line running at a diagonal in his shorts. He leans in, his lips close to my ear. ‘Do you want it?’

    I nod.

    ‘Tell me you want it,’ he says.

    ‘I want you,’ I say, and he kisses me again. He wraps his hand around my wrist, and pulls my hand until it’s squared against his crotch, his penis rising between my thumb and forefinger. He slides down off of the desk and stands before me. I lean forward and press my face into his green satin covered penis. Through his trunks, I can smell him. Sweat. Dirt. Exertion. He has not showered since the fight. I open my mouth and press my tongue flat against the base of his penis. He slides one hand around the back of my head and pushes my face harder into his crotch.

    ‘Yeah, that’s right,’ he says. He thrusts against my face, his cock sliding against my mouth, my cheek, and my eye. I hook my fingers into his waistband, and pull his trunks down. Through his jockstrap, his penis is even more defined. A small wet spot radiates through the blue cotton at the tip of his cock. I’ve seen his dick dozens of times and still it’s new to me. Here, it’s for me. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck at the wet fabric. I cup one hand around his testicles, and slide the other around his hip until his tight, bare ass is in my grip. His cock twitches against my lips.

    Cutter slips his hands under my armpits, and pulls me to a stand. He kisses me hard, pushing my entire body back a step. I stumble against the chair, and he wraps his arms around me to keep me upright. He holds me close and presses his hard-on against me. We turn and he pushes me against the desk. When our lips break, he steps back a little, his hand sliding around to my sides, and then down, and he pulls my sweatpants and briefs down with one quick motion. My bare ass falls back against the cold metal desk. My erection bobs, pointing straight out at Cutter. He falls to his knees and wraps one rough, calloused hand around the base of my shaft, and slides the head into his mouth. He flattens his hand against my pubic hair, and my entire penis disappears into his mouth.

    Cutter looks up at my, my cock still lodged in his mouth, and his eyes say everything.

    He wants me.

    He’s wanted me.

    How could I not have noticed?

    How could it have taken this long for one of us to do something?

    Cutter pulls back, and his hand slides around my cock again. He starts to stroke my dick while keeping the head firmly in his mouth. I pull my t-shirt up and over my head, dropping it on the floor.

    His mouth on my cock, it feels so good — I can imagine staying here, like this forever. I can imagine our entire future together. His mouth on my cock in the shower. His mouth on my cock on the couch. His mouth on my cock in the front seat of my car. His mouth on my cock in bed.

    Cutter has other thoughts. He wraps hand between my thighs and behind my leg, hiking it up. I prop myself up onto the desk with my hands, and he lifts my leg up even higher. He licks at my testicles, his tongue flat and wide and wet. He nibbles at my flesh, and takes one my balls into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He pushes my other leg up, and all of my weight shifts onto the desk.

    Cutter holds my legs wide, exposing my asshole. He doesn’t waste time. He slides his tongue out and presses his entire face into my crack. His nose brushes against my hole, followed quickly by his tongue. He takes a series of long, flat licks before, and closes his mouth around my hole like a kiss. I lay back on the desk and reach down with one free hand to grab my penis. It’s slick with clear liquid, precum that’s flowing out heavily. I’ve had my ass licked before, but never quite like this. Cutter rims like my asshole is something to conquer. Something to overtake. Something to love.

    He stands, and pulls his shirt over his head. The head of his cock has jutted out over the thick waistband of his jockstrap. After tossing his shirt to the side, he slides his jock down and pulls his legs out of it quickly. He erection is so hard that it never bobs, never points anywhere but up.

    Cutter steps up close to me, and leans over me. He kisses me, his thick lips covered in his own saliva. His face is covered in the smell of my ass, a sweet funk that manages to be both unpleasant and arousing at the same time.

    ‘Can I fuck you?,’ he asks.

    ‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘but you need a…’

    ‘I’ve got a condom in my bag,’ he says, and turns back to his bag on the folding chair. He hunches over to dig through it, and I take the opportunity to look at his muscular back, shiny with sweat, and his tight ass. His body is impossibly hard. He turns back around before I have a chance to look long enough, to see enough, to remember enough. He’s holding up the condom, a black foil package that he tears open. He pulls the rolled condom out, and drops the wrapper to the floor. Carefully, he places the condom on the tip of his penis, and starts stroking it down. The tan latex is lighter than his skin. He steps between my legs again, and raises them up. He reaches down with one hand to force his erection down, and I feel the head of his cock push against my asshole. Are you ready, he asks with his eyes. I nod at him, wondering if the condom is at least pre-lubricated.

    Cutter thrusts a little and the head of his cock slides inside of me. I let my head fall back and try hard to relax. Cutter keeps his eyes on mine, looking for any sign that I’m uncomfortable. Another push, and he slides in deeper. The condom must be lubricated, I think. It doesn’t hurt at all. I lick my lips and moan. He takes it as a sign of encouragement, and still more of his erection slides into my asshole. He pulls out a little, before pushing back in. My cock jumps in my hand. A string of precum drips down onto my stomach. Cutter pumps, short strokes forward and back, never sinking entirely inside of me. I reach forward, and place one hand on his side, right above his pelvis. I pull him forward. I want to feel him entirely inside of me. He obliges, and takes one small step forward, and his entire cock disappears entirely inside of me. He holds it there, and leans in to kiss me. I meet him halfway. He groans into my mouth.

    Finally he straightens up, pulling his entire body back, his cock nearly pulling free. Before it does, though, he thrusts forward, and I feel what it’s like to take his entire cock in one smooth motion. Again, I fantasize about the life we could have together. Together, the two of us, fucking each other. In the shower. On the couch. In bed.

    Cutter knows what he’s doing. He’s good at this like he’s good in the ring. He alternates between quick, short jabs, and powerful thrusts. I stroke my own cock, timing each stroke with one of his thrusts. Beneath me, on the desk, paperwork slides around. Cutter stares down, his eyes focusing on where our bodies meet. His breathing is short, and the sweat is dripping off of him. Sliding down his torso. Rolling down his muscles. His eyes dart back, to meet mine. He smiles at me, and I cum.

    I don’t expect it, but I can’t stand not to. My cum arcs over my chest in one, two, three powerful shots. A line slices against my face. Another misses my shoulder, and splats down on paperwork beside me. Another on my nipple. Four, five, six. The last shots pool on my stomach, rising and falling with my quick breaths. My show seems to leave Cutter with little choice.

    ‘Oh, god,’ he says. ‘Oh, god.’ His face tightens as he pumps in and out of my ass until finally he slams it in, and holds it there. I can feel his cock jerking inside of me, pulsing, filling the condom up with cum. Suddenly he relaxes, slumping toward me. He leans in to kiss me, I think, but instead he takes one long lick across my face, cleaning up my cum. He rests his forehead against my chest, his face inches from another streak of cum.

    Finally, he pushes himself off of me, and slides his softening penis out of me. I sit up, and look at him. He’s still breathing hard, and his skin shines with sweat. The condom hangs on his limp penis, the end of it filled with a heavy load of ejaculate. He wraps his hand around his penis and slowly pulls it off, careful not to spill anything. He ties a knot in the condom, and holds it up like he’s admiring it. He tosses it into the trash can.

    Next to his bag there’s a shelf of clean towels. He grabs one, and wipes his face on it before tossing it at me. I use it to wipe the cum off of my chest, my stomach, and out of my pubic hair. Cutter stretches, reaching his arms into the air and thrusting his chest out. I smile at him, and he smiles back. He relaxes, and his body looks softer than I’ve ever seen it before.

    ‘That was,’ I start to say.

    ‘Fucking great,’ he finishes.

    ‘Yeah,’ I say.

    ‘So, were you almost finished here,’ he says, indicating the mess of paper on the desk, ‘before I stopped by?’

    ‘What? Oh, yeah.’ I look down at the desk. ‘Nothing I can’t finish on Monday.’

    ‘You want to come over for a beer? I don’t live too far away.’

    ‘Yeah. I’d like that.’

    The End


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  • Steam Supreme

    Dave hitched his rather small towel more tightly round his waist and made his way carefully across the large steamy room. The floor was slippery, and his bare feet on the wet concrete gave him little grip. He had found breathing in the hot damp atmosphere quite difficult at first, but after resting for a while had begun to enjoy the feeling of great beads of sweat rolling off his body. The salty drops made his eyes sting, so he wiped across his forehead with an equally sweaty forearm. Strong musky odours from his armpit assailed his nostrils. He sniffed himself appreciatively, the sexy man-smell making his towel rise a little.

    Because it was mid-afternoon, he wasn’t surprised to find himself the only man in the steam-room. The receptionist, an insolent and knowing boy who looked about twelve, leered suggestively as he handed Dave his towel and ticket and told him that ‘the action’ didn’t usually start until men from the local offices finished work at 5.30 or 6 o’clock. Then he proceeded to make a series of suggestions as to what he and Dave could do to while away the time. Clearly he was *much* older than twelve, or he had had a very good teacher. Dave had no interest at all in this unpleasant youth, though the thought of some of the things he might be able to indulge in later caused a sudden spasm of lust.

    This was his first visit to a Turkish bath. His lover Sean (his *ex*-lover, Dave corrected himself carefully) had not approved of such places, so Dave’s education was incomplete. Friends had recounted lurid tales of the goings-on in various Turkish baths and saunas around the world, and even if he discounted half of what they *said* they did there, the rest sounded like just the sort of fun he needed at the moment.

    Sean might have disapproved of the casual anonymous sex which went on in Turkish baths, but when he brought home a young man whose name he didn’t know (and wouldn’t say where they had met), demanded that they all join in a threesome, and then got bored with Dave and told him to go and sleep in the spare room, it seemed the last straw.

    Dave was usually a very mild man, but something snapped, and he stormed around the room turning Sean’s clothes out of drawers and cupboards, then told Sean and his ‘friend’ to leave his house. Sean’s nameless new lover just lay there on the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat, waving his erection in the breeze, until Dave slapped his face hard with one hand and his cock with the other, after which he realised that Dave meant business. When they had left, Dave felt a strange mixture of emptiness and freedom, and quite enjoyed the sensation of sleeping in a large double bed all on his own for once.

    The steam-room was built in an L-shape, with some open-fronted showers at the angle of the L. At the far end of the room was a series of wooden slatted benches which formed a sort of high staircase for customers to relax on. Dave spread out his towel on the highest bench and tried to find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. He discovered that the slats were so far apart that most positions were very uncomfortable; finally he settled for lying on his front, with his head resting on his arms on the towel. As he wriggled around to position himself, his cock and balls slipped between two of the slats and hung down in the gap below the bench. Beads of sweat from his crotch dripped steadily from the end of his foreskin as he drifted off to sleep.

    He awoke to a very strange sensation: someone was licking just the very end of his tool, catching each salty droplet of sweat in his mouth as it formed there. Dave’s body had obviously begun to react to this stimulation before he woke, because he had the beginnings of a very satisfactory erection. He tried to look between the slats to see who was there, but it was too dark down below, so he decided just to lie there and enjoy these feelings. As he became more erect, the mouth became more insistent, sucking in his tip until his foreskin rolled back, and then tonguing his frenum vigorously until he was gasping with the sensation.

    After a while, the mouth was replaced by two hands, one of which gripped round the base of his cock and balls while the other wanked his tool gently. By this time, Dave was overwhelmed in a sea of lusty thoughts and feelings, and began to moan quietly. He was getting close to coming when the stimulation stopped. Disappointed, he lay there with his eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next, his cock throbbing to the pulse of his heartbeat.

    Suddenly, grasping fingers reached through the slats and gripped his sweaty nipples tightly. Dave let out a strangled cry of pain and lust, and his tool felt as if it would explode. The fingers pinched, rolled, and caressed his most sensitive features until they were miniature mountains pointing downwards from his chest. His left tit was seized by what felt like a strong nipple clamp, followed immediately by another on his right side, and the pain sent a hot flush through his wracked body. He tried to raise his chest a little to see who was beneath him, but discovered that the two nipple clamps were joined by a tight chain which held him firmly down to the wooden slats.

    Hands and mouth began to assault his rigid cock again, and fingers encircled his ballsack, stretching it downwards until it was almost painful. Then something firm and slippery was placed round the base of his balls, and he recognised the sensation of a leather ball-stretcher. He became even harder instantly, and tried to shift his weight on the uncomfortable bench, but found that the leather round his balls was also holding them clamped firmly underneath the wood. A slight feeling of panic arose in him as he realised that he was now helpless; at the same time he felt so sexy that he was ready to submit to the inevitable.

    Heavy weights were attached to his nipple clamps and ball-stretcher, producing a strong burning sensation which made him gasp as they swung around beneath his restrained body. A slippery hand began to wank him rhythmically, sending shudders of delight coursing through his sweaty frame. But again as he reached the point of no return this stimulation stopped, and his unseen assailant just set the weights in motion so that fiery stabs of pain fuelled his lust.

    When Dave heard a noise in the room behind him, he looked round as best he could from his somewhat fixed position and saw a handsome well-built bear of a man, his thick chest hair matted with beads of sweat. His wild mane of reddish hair continued round his face in a very full beard and on down to join his body fur. He was naked, and his half-hard cock rose from his bush at a tempting angle. In one hand he carried a short leather strap and in the other a butt-plug of such a size that Dave gasped involuntarily at the thought of it.

    He gasped even more loudly when the strap whistled down and cracked across his buttocks, raising a long red weal. Again and again the leather fell, criss-crossing his sensitive behind until each stroke caused him to cry out. Caught between overwhelming sensations of lust and pain, Dave felt his cock swell into the uncontrollable spasms of a fantastic orgasm, just as a warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his tool to slurp down his salty outpourings. A bellow of satisfaction was forced from his throat as each spurt of spunk was eagerly received by the waiting mouth below.

    The heat and the intensity of his orgasm made him almost pass out, but the pain in his tits and balls and from his red-hot ass remained. Dave gritted his teeth and hoped that he would now be released so that he could join in the fun more equally. But it was not to be. His whipping master began lightly to caress Dave’s tender buns with both hands, stroking sweat from the small of his back on to his buttocks to ease the throbbing pain. As he saw Dave relax and begin to enjoy this massage, the man gradually moved his thumbs inwards between his cheeks until with each movement his asshole was lubricated with sweat.

    The other man below had not been idle during this. First he cleaned off the remains of Dave’s spunk from his now softened tool with his long warm tongue and continued down his shaft to lick and suck his nuts. Dave was so sensitive following his great coming that he writhed around to try to escape the violent tickling sensation which accompanied the tongue’s journey round his cockhead, but this caused the chain to pull sharply on his nipple clamps and reminded him that he was still effectively strapped in position by his chest and his balls.

    Once again the slightly painful feelings, coupled with the massage and the licking, began to rouse Dave from his post-orgasmic state, and his cock rapidly swelled to full erection, finding a willing home in the skilled mouth and throat of the lower man. Dave’s tortured body began to shake with the continued stimulation, but there was to be no respite.

    The massager had by now inserted one slippery thumb deep into Dave’s ass, and continued to slide his other hand over and between his cheeks. Gradually his other thumb came alongside the first one, and glided inside with only token resistance from the well-used sphincter. A groan — pain? — pleasure? — from Dave as he did his best to relax his tight hole.

    Suddenly both thumbs were removed, leaving his asshole open to the air, but not for long. The head of the enormous butt-plug began to probe into his insides, and he pushed upwards trying to open up more to ease the pressure. He didn’t think he had *ever* taken such a large object before — certainly no cock fucking his willing ass had been so huge. Bit by bit the conical butt-plug stretched his hole wider, until he was sure he couldn’t cope with any more and bit his towel hard to keep himself from screaming. Just when he was about to beg the man to stop, the widest part was reached, and his sphincter gratefully relaxed on to the neck of the butt-plug, forcing the whole length of it even further inside him, the widest part pressing hard against his prostate.

    Suddenly, without warning, all the pain turned to pleasure. His ass contracted rhythmically round the warm rubber sides of the butt-plug, causing it to massage his prostate gently from inside. The man below him set the nipple weights swinging, reminding Dave of just how sensitive his tits were, and buried Dave’s cock deep in his mouth while pulling on his ball-weight. The scream of pain which had been building up earlier now emerged as a scream of outright pleasure and he gushed geysers of hot spunk into the waiting mouth, the contractions of his ass round the neck of the butt-plug only adding to the incredibly powerful spasms. Dave passed out — sated with sensory overload.

    When he surfaced he found that the nipple clamps and ball-stretcher had been removed, leaving a legacy of pins and needles as the blood returned to long-compressed parts of his body. Gratefully he rolled over on to his back, and looked straight up at the crotch of the whip-man, who was now standing over him, wanking his beautiful cock slowly, making it drip pre-cum on to Dave’s chest.

    ‘Are you ready for this, now?’ a deep voice with an attractive Scottish accent enquired.

    ‘Depends what you intend doing with it!’ Dave retorted, smiling.

    ‘Well, you can have it in your mouth or in your ass — it’s your choice.’

    ‘I’m greedy — I want both. But I’ve still got this huge butt-plug in me. Let me take it out before we get started.’

    The Scot replied, ‘Go ahead then — take it out, but stay open for me.’

    Dave drew his knees up to his chin and tried to relax to let the butt-stretching device out. At last he managed it, and the plug came out all in a rush, followed noisily by compressed fart. It was like shitting tennis balls, he thought, surprised at his own flexibility. He felt his hole carefully, but there seemed to be no damage.

    ‘Right, *now* I’m ready for you. Kneel down.’

    The Scottish bear knelt down with his legs on the outside of Dave’s, wafting a strong heady odour of sweat from his beautiful furry chest. Dave sat up and in a single movement buried the outstandingly fine cock deep in his throat. Even the experienced whip-man gasped in amazement at this feat — most men needed to take their time over swallowing his huge member. He gasped even more as Dave managed to swallow, suck, and lick all at the same time, while squeezing his balls rhythmically. After only a couple of minutes of this, a strangled cry of delight and ecstasy signalled total surrender to his expert sucker, and ropes of thick sperm shot into Dave’s welcoming throat and mouth.

    When the Scot’s legs began to shake with tension and he tried to pull out his shrinking cock, Dave grabbed his ass-cheeks firmly with both hands and held him in place while his skilled tongue roused his tool to full erection again. This time it was the Scot’s turn to feel pain and pleasure combined — the pleasure of arousal and the pain of being aroused while he was still too sensitive from coming.

    The condom from Dave’s waterproof pouch was a tight fit on the great slick prick, as was his ass round the plunging latex-covered plaything. Having come just a few minutes earlier, the red-head was in a mood to take his time, and he ploughed into the hollow created by the

    butt-plug for what seemed like ecstatic hours. Although not as thick as the butt-plug had been, this magnificent cock was quite a lot longer, and massaged all the most sensitive areas of Dave’s insides until his own tool was throbbing violently and leaking pre-cum again. Dave usually had to use his hand to help himself to orgasm while being fucked, but this Scot was so skilful that he soon felt the tell-tale stirrings and pumpings which signalled the beginning of his orgasm, without his cock being touched at all.

    Recognising the signs of Dave’s impending third orgasm, the Scot thrust as deep as possible inside him, and just held it there, only the pulsing of his cock reminding Dave that he was still firmly impaled. His nipples, still extremely sensitive from the earlier workout, were licked, sucked, and nibbled until his whole body seemed to consist just of sensation. He was so turned on by this tit-play that he almost felt he might come with this stimulation alone, but his partner was a very experienced lover and stopped well before the critical point.

    A third man now joined them — evidently the one who had been sucking Dave’s cock down below, if the evidence of streaks of cum in his short fair beard were anything to go by. He was slim and wiry, shorter than the Scottish giant, but matted all over his chest and belly with curly ginger-tinged fair hair, which continued down to form a considerable bush around his beautiful circumcised cock and tight balls.

    He knelt down facing the Scot over Dave’s face, with his legs holding down Dave’s arms and resting his balls on Dave’s lips. Without hesitation Dave eagerly sucked the whole taut sack into his mouth and tongued it vigorously. The two men above him kissed passionately, which made the Scotsman’s tool throb intensely inside Dave until he thought that one of them must surely explode soon.

    The third man moved back slightly and tilted Dave’s chin upwards so that his throat was in a straight line and slid his rigid cock sensuously into Dave’s mouth all the way to the hilt. With his airway filled with cock, and heavy balls resting on his nose, Dave could scarcely breathe, and each time he did so a superb rich waft of sexy man-smell tickled his senses. The Scot withdrew his tool until only the very tip was resting in the crack of Dave’s ass, then gripped Dave’s hips firmly and slid the whole fantastic package slowly but surely right back into the pleasure cave. At the same time the man sitting on his face gripped both of his nipples firmly and pulled, while smothering Dave’s mouth and nose with his furry thighs and bum.

    Somewhere in a distant part of him Dave felt a pulsing build up and it spread steadily but inexorably until his whole body was throbbing with lust and his cock, untouched, was leaking rivers of pre-cum. Unable to breathe at all because of the flesh pressed onto his face, Dave felt as if he were drowning, but it was such a sexy feeling that he didn’t want it to end. Convulsed by the fantastic feelings and his need to breathe, his back arched right off the bench, thrusting his immensely hard cock futilely into the air.

    The two other men watched, fascinated, as the spasms and pulses fought their way up the shaft of Dave’s cock until its head was purple and straining. Despite his lack of breath Dave began to wail as best he could round the tool embedded in his throat and suddenly he was there. A spout of brilliant white cum exploded from his slit and flew high into the air, splashing all three men liberally on its way down. More and more outpourings coated his cock liberally with scented juice and ran down over his balls and onto his ass to lubricate the way even more for the Scot.

    The pressure on his nose and throat eased as the cock in his mouth retreated gradually, allowing him to take in great gulps of air. The man started jacking off over Dave’s face, each drip of pre-cum feeling like a fiery needle on his skin. Dave reached up with both hands and pulled the hairy nipples above him hard, causing the man to groan and beat his meat faster.

    The Scot, meanwhile, began to fuck Dave in earnest, driving his hot rod right in and right out of Dave’s tight and throbbing hole. Dave started to squirm with discomfort — after all he had just experienced his third outpouring of the evening — but the Scot was prepared for this and knew exactly what to do. Scooping up as much of Dave’s own cum as possible, the Scot smothered Dave’s hot tool with cum and began to wank him really hard while continuing his thrusting. Dave yelled in pain, but his body betrayed him and began a rapid build-up to another plateau of sensation.

    Suddenly the man jacking off over his face paused, teetering on the brink of his own orgasm, his face wracked into a grimace by the intensity of his feelings. All it took was for Dave to roll each large nipple between his thumb and fingers. The man screamed, thrust forwards, and sprayed his seed over the chests of the two men and Dave’s face. Dave *knew* that he couldn’t possibly come for a fourth time so quickly, but nobody had told his body this fact, and with a groan he let loose a violently pulsating orgasm into the hand of the man wanking him, adding his considerable outpourings to the lubrication already round his cock and balls.

    The contractions of Dave’s ass muscles as he came were too much for the Scot. With a muffled groan he leaned forward onto Dave’s chest, spreading rich sperm between their bodies, thrust deeply inside, and let out a tremendous bellow of satisfaction and lust as his spasms filled the condom with love-cream. At last the three men, deeply satisfied, totally sweaty and covered with spunk, and breathing hard, relaxed into a friendly heap, holding each other and kissing whatever body part was nearest.

    ‘Same time, same place, next week?’ the Scot asked with a smile.

    ‘You bet!’ replied Dave enthusiastically, yet as he said this he did wonder if he would have recovered from his four-orgasm marathon by the following week. Once again his body began to show him its true capabilities, and his handsome cock swelled into that delicious hard-soft state, holding the promise of things to come.

    It would be a *long* week!

    THE END


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  • Found

    The blood was leaving my arms and they became heavy. I was so excited to see my Master without the damn sweats on and about to finally get fucked. The camera guys didn’t speak, they moved around doing what they do. Being the focus of the cameras was turning me on as much as the rest of the scene.

    Master reached out his leather-gloved hand and with one finger stroked different parts of my body. My cock was hard, he ignored it.

    He walked behind me, one camera was on my face, and the other followed my Master. Then it happened; pain, sharp, fast unexpected. The leather strap across my back once, twice, three times. Master asked if I enjoyed it. If I wanted more. I replied ‘Yes Master’ and prepared myself to receive more. Nothing.

    Master then placed clamps on my erect nipples. The pain lasted seconds before the thrill overcame. He hobbled me, cockring attached to a chain drawn through a ring attached to the floor. He pulled the chain the pressure on my cock and balls was painful. My erection grew.

    Releasing my arms I feel to the floor. This did not please Master. He went for the strap and began striking me repeatedly, angry. I spoke.

    This was not acceptable. Master reached down and grabbed my arm with one hand and yanked me up. Pain from my cock reminded me I was still hooked up to the floor. Master looked at me and spit on my face. He barked at me to stand.

    He left and returned with what looked like a pummel horse. He put in it front of me and forced my to lean over it. Quickly he cuffed my wrists to the legs. I was fully stretched out, cock to the floor, arms to the floor. He started to spank me. The force was not too intense, it didn’t need to be, and each slap caused my body to lurch forward pulling on my cock and balls. The mix of pleasure and pain was sending my mind into orbit.

    He spread my ass cheeks. Inserted a finger into my hole. When he removed the gloves and lubed up his finger I don’t know, I was so focused on the sensations he was supplying my eager wanting body.

    He worked my hole for an extended period of time. Master had used time to toy with me and I realized that going forward minutes and hours no longer applied to me. All that mattered was his attention to my hole, my ass. One finger, two, three, his tongue, dildo, larger, wider, how long he spent working me, loosening me up didn’t matter I was in ecstasy. Finally he told me it was time to receive his cock.

    I had no idea what to expect, I had never seen his cock, up until a short while ago I had never seen his body. I looked up; a camera was pointed at my face. I looked into it. His hands grabbed a cheek. He made some grunting noises of pleasure.

    ‘I have been waiting to take this ass, make it mine and now I am ready. Are you still willing to give your ass and body to me?’

    ‘Yes Master!’ I would have said anything at this point, I wanted him in me.

    ‘Tonight begins your journey. You belong to me.’ The head of his cock began to press against my puckered hole. The lube and his work to loosen me were perfect. Without pain or force he slid the head of his cock into my ass. The pleasure was amazing. He held the head just inside and grunted several times. Then he slowly slid the entire length of his hard cock into me. I felt complete.

    He slowly removed his cock and spoke again. I was in such a euphoric state I didn’t understand what he said. He still held my cheeks spread and drove his cock into me, this time there was some pain, the unexpected full force, full length invasion took me by surprise. The invasion lasted a couple of seconds. I wanted this! He fucked me. Slowly, forcefully, he took his time. The endorphins brought me to a level I had never experienced without drugs.

    How long he used my willing hole I don’t know. I existed at the moment only to receive his cock, however he wanted to give it to me.

    ‘Are you ready to receive my seed?’ His words brought me back to reality.

    He rammed his cock into me with enough force the pain from my still chained cock and balls reminded me I was bound. I begged for his seed.

    Another forceful thrust and he came. His grunts and groans of pleasure were music to my ears. I felt like I had succeeded in pleasing my master. He pulled his cock from my welled used and very happy hole. He walked around to my face and I finally saw his cock. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I was in love with it. No longer hard covered in fluids, he brought it to my face, I opened my mouth and took in his cock. He worked his cock in and out of my mouth. It grew inside me filling my mouth and working it’s way down my throat.

    Master continued to fuck my face, taking his time, enjoying himself. He knew I was now his, surrendered.

    My mind focused only on his cock, wanting to please him. Wanting him inside me and to give me his seed. I was not a virgin, I had been fucked I the past by many guys and taken even more cock into my throat. But this was different. His cock using my mouth was the only cock that mattered. I couldn’t remember the size, shape, texture or taste of any cock before that moment.

    Without a word he unloaded his cum into my mouth, he tasted salty, tart, heavy. He kept his cock in my mouth until it had grown soft. I continued to massage it with my tongue.

    He pulled out, slapped my ass and spoke.

    ‘Thanks guys go ahead and use him, but no cum inside, use the condoms.’

    Still on a high from the experience of my Master, I remained chained and open. The camera guys placed the cameras on tripods, dropped their pants and came to be, cocks in hands. After the pleasure I had received from my Master I didn’t care about these guys. I knew I was defeated and had no option but to accept their cocks.

    They began to speak; ‘wait until you get my cock you piece of shit, I’ll show you a good fuck, think you can handle cock, open up cock sucker, ‘ they went on, I didn’t listened, I opened my mouth and let them use it. I heard them complain about using condoms, but they did. As they fucked me, using me, I went back to the moments that just happened with my Master.

    A slap across my face brought me back I opened my eyes and saw two cocks pointing at my face; cum hit me, in my eye. It hurt, I screamed. The guys laughed, finished cumming on my face, whipped it around with their cocks. Got dressed and left.

    Master came into the room. Undid the cuffs and released my cock and balls. My body was sore and strained from being in the same position unable to move other than by force from being fucked. Master picked me up and brought me into another room. Using my eye that had not been hit with cum I could make out a bathroom in the dim light. Master set me into a large tub of warm water. He cleaned the cum off my face, turned up the lights and when I looked up I saw his face for the first time.

    He was a good-looking man, strong features, clean-shaven and he smiled at me. He looked like the image I had when we were emailing. He bathed me telling me how much he enjoyed initiating me as his.

    After the bath he gave me a large, soft robe and lead me upstairs. There was a table with food and beverages set out. The TV was on. He asked if I wanted to see a video.

    Eagerly I said yes. We sat down, the video started. It was not me! Master laughed and asked me what I expected. I told him and he said that one wouldn’t be ready for a few days. This one was the guy he fucked while I was in the other room listening a few weeks earlier.

    Memories returned of being forced to listen to him use the other bottom while I watched the action. My cock was hard; I had yet to shoot my load. As I reached for my cock Master reminded me, I did not have permission to touch myself. Frustrated I opened my robe, looked at my hard cock and watched the video.


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  • That Prom Night

    It was June 4th prom night, I was a senior in High School, graduated with honors, voted most likly to succeed, huh! Succeed at what, a question for the ages.

    I was a good looking, or at least I had been told by everyone from my parents, to my friends and buddies at High School, even some of my best buds had told me they were jealous of my looks I am dark haired, it is wavy, I have brown eyes, nicely built jock type body, I am well built from all those years of sports, workouts, swimming and just alround hard work.

    I had worked at this feed store loading every thing from one hundred pound sacks of feed to bales of hay, and fifty pound blocks of minerals, and salt for cattle.

    I had done my share of heavey lifting as well as working out with weights at the health club Dad was a member of.

    That Health club, thats where I got my first shot at a grown man with a hardon, it was in the steam room one afternoon when Dad and I had gone in to do his cardio, as the Doctor had prescribed. I was just in the pool, and sauna, I had gotten to see my share of well built guys, and as the years went by I started getting these funny feelings in the pit of my stomach when I would see a particular guy naked or actually several different guys.

    I would spring a boner and have to try to hide my embarassment.

    As I got older I became aware of sexual desire, but not for girls, oh I had the usual dates, with the petting in the back seat of the car, but It wasn’t something that really didn’t do anything for me except give me chapped lips from all the sliva covered lips I had kissed.

    I began to feel that I was a dead man, hearing all these guys on the football team, and baseball teams talking about how it felt scoring with chicks the weekend before.

    I began to withdraw, feeling like there was something wrong we me , but It just kept getting worse.

    I had this one guy that was really, I would guess, my best friend, Chase Caldwell. Chase was so damned good looking, he later became a model for a major clothing chain and was featured a few times on photo shoots in GQ. but thats later.

    Chase and I were about the same size except for our cocks which I had compared about a gazillion times in the locker room during our gym classes, I had seen Chase naked on many many occasions during these classes and I never failed to observe his gorgeous looking body, paying special attention to his privates, they were just awesome, Chase was uncut, where I was cut, but I still admired its length, and wow, such a thick hunk of cock hanging there, he truly was a manly looking stud.

    I had noticed how much of a ladies man he was, always haveing girls hanging around him and laughing and enjoying himself, looking totally self satisfied.

    It was the night of the Prom, when I was home getting my self ready to attend, I was nominated for Prom King. I didn’t want it, but what the hell, it was only for one night anyway and I could play the part.

    The phone rang and It was Chase, ‘Hey man, I guess I’m not going to the prom, my date called and canceled, she’s got a bad case of the flu and is really sick.’

    ‘Hey Chase, don’t say that, you can go drag, you don’t need a date, I’ll be your date,(Chuckle,Chuckle)’

    ‘Hey I wanted to get layed after the prom,’ Chase laughed, ‘Hey I’ll lay you, buddy, I’ll fuck your ears off.’

    ‘Now were talking,’ and Chase laughed and said,’I’ll be there at six-fortyfive.

    ‘Hey man, see you then.’

    I hung up and got finished getting ready to go.

    At six-fortyfive, the door bell rang and it was Chase, He smiled at my mom and said, ‘Is my date ready?’

    ‘Your date?’ I was coming down the steps as I heard those words.

    ‘Yeah Mom, Im his date, we both started laughing really loudly.’

    ‘Oh you Silly boys,’ Mom said, and then she laughed.

    ‘Have a great time boys, stay out of trouble.’

    Well the Prom was awesome, we had one hell of a good time, someone had slipped some vodka in the punch bowl and everyone was getting really happy, even some of the Teachers and Chaperones.

    Every one was really enjoying themselves.

    Finally at eleven things started to break up and everyone paired off and left.

    Chase said,’Hey man, got any plans?’

    ‘Not really, maybe go home and jerk off by myself,’

    ‘Hey why not come to my place.’

    We went to Chase’s house and went out on the back patio, It was dark in the house.

    Chase said his Parents left to go to Orlando,Florida that evening. He was alone for a week, but he had been alone before, they trusted him explicitly. I think that is the word they used.

    We went out and stood by the swimming pool.

    Chase looked at me and said, ‘Was you kidding and joking about us having sex, cause I wasn’t?’

    I couldn’t believe my ears,’What did you just say?’ I asked.

    Chase walked over to me and stood in front of my face, we were both standing there in our dress clothes, we were wearing blazers with light slacks, dress shirts, ties, and I had a white dress shirt,and he had a light blue one. My blazer was a chocolate brown and his was navy blue.

    Chase just walked up to me nervously and said, Carlton, I have wanted to do something with you since we were young, I was afraid to say something but Tonight I just decided if you want to hate me go ahead, but I think your one of the hottest guys I have ever seen, and he reached over with his hand and started feeling for my cock thru my slacks.

    Well it didn’t take long for him to find it, it was already hard as a rock, sticking out like a diving board. I just stared into his eyes like a zombie, not even believing this was takeing place.

    I leaned my head back and let the sensations I was feeling go thru my body like electicity.

    I was in heaven, Chase the guy I had the hots for all these years during High School, number one High School Stud, wow, I couldn’t believe it.

    I felt his hand grab my hand and he pulled it over to his croth and he layed my hand against his hardon, damn it was thick and long.

    My breathing had taken a laboured turn as my body got hotter and more excited by the minute.

    Finally I leaned over and went for the gold.

    I started kissing on Chases lips and the olympics had started it took us about five minutes and we were standing in the dark, in Chases back yard, totally naked beside his pool.

    I felt like I had gone to heaven, I was wanting, aching, longing for this moment, and had no idea it would ever come to pass, but here it was.

    Finally as we stood there looking into each others eyes, Chase knelt down took my cock into his mouth, and I almost fell backward, I got so weak.

    Chase was working my hard juicy cock over like a master, he could have bitten it off and I swear I would have loved it.

    I finally got Chase to lay down on this large Beach towel there beside the pool and we got into a sixtynine position, and I slipped his forskin back and began tasting that awesome taste of hard hot cock.

    Chase let out a loud groan and started the pumping with his hips as I started sucking him like a Hoover vacuum.

    I could feel his thighs jerking as I sucked and gave him those awesome sensations that only come from a good blowjob.

    I was almost to the point of now return as I got my cock marvelously sucked by Chase that night, we both would finally get to have the most awesome sex of our lives that prom night.

    ‘Oh,OH,OOOOOH ShIT Carton, awh Shit,’ and I felt his cock shooting his love nectar into my mouth, it was so fantastic he was almost going wild as he filled my mouth.

    It took about three more sucks on my cock and I filled Chases mouth with my love cream. He swallowed and just started laughing,

    ‘we both got to have sex, well I told your mom you were my date.’

    Well the night was still young, we layed there after having a dip to rinse off in the pool, and then I asked Chase if he had ever fucked a girl,

    ‘Only once, it was a mess, didn’t really enjoy it at all. All she did was bitch about how much too big my cock was like I was gonna jump off and wack a hunk of it off or something.’

    ‘Shit man that sounds like a bummer.’

    Well we layed there and kissed and made out like to summer lovers in total lust, and I guess we were.

    I went to the bed room and called my Mom and told here I was staying over at Chases for the night.

    We got up to bed and I said,’Chase, you want to try to fuck me, in the ass I mean?’

    ‘You sure about that?

    ‘Oh yeah man, I want to try it all,’

    ‘Alright but I will take it easy just in case you want to stop or it hurts to much or something.’

    Chase got some lube he had stashed away, I got up on the bed and Chase took that awesome uncut cock and leaned its head against my asshole. I felt that heat, then the sensation, mixed with great pain as he slid his cock into my anal opening, OMG!!!! did it ever hurt, it felt like someone had just stuck a redhot poker up my asshole -A very thick poker- but I had read in a gay magazine when taking a cock for the first time, just hold it in place, the pain will subside. I just held my breath and said,’Hold it there Chase, let me get used to it, It’s in a place that has never had one of those before.’

    after about five minutes It had calmed down and I had relatively adjusted to its size.

    Chase started a slow, gentle thrusting and shoving it in and pulling it out, but what got me going, was that feeling like he was hitting this little knot or something up inside me. It was sending shivers and jolts of sensation thru my body like crazy, I had read about that too, but never experienced it before, Chase was quickly bringing me to the brink of climax, and I didn’t really know how or why, I wasn’t even touching my cock.

    Chases blast was building up too, he started acting funny as he fucked me, I just said,’Come on Baby give my your cum,’ and I started shooting my wad all over my stomach and my face, in my hair and god it felt awesome.

    I had just finished unloading my wad and Chase just said in a very sensual voice, ‘Awh Jesus man,’ He hilted his cock in my intestines and I felt this awesome warm sensation taking place inside me as his manjuice began flooding my insides.

    Chase all but collapsed and his sweating face was dripping water on me as he flopped his body over on top of mine and just layed on top of me.

    He layed there for almost a half hour as we got our breath and strength back.

    We got up walked naked again in the night air and back out to the patio, and dove into the pool to rinse off again.

    That was the most memorable night of my life to that point.

    Chase and I are still very intimate when the chance arises, he is away a lot doing his modeling and I am working in a local office as an Insurance salesman, makeing a good living at it too.

    Chase is in town about two or three time a week between shoots, and we always get together.

    I guess I would say Chase made me what I am today, happy, and self satisfied. And very happy to be what I am.


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  • Cease-Fire

    I stumbled over a clod of earth left by some passing tractor. Somewhere behind me in the darkness most of my Unit were drinking themselves into insensibility — not that I blamed them — but my escapism took the form of needing to get away from them, as well as from the awful war. Mist lay heavily on the sodden fields, and strands crept across the road from time to time, disguising the potholes and making the dark road even more treacherous. I had no idea whether I was actually allowed out of camp, but the sentries were rather slack tonight, no doubt wishing they could join in the merriment too.

    Somewhere far away the generals had organised this Christmas cease-fire, welcomed by everyone, but especially by the wretched soldiers out in the battlefields. Noise becomes part of life after a while, and the abrupt silence which began just before midnight on Christmas Eve made our ears ring with the memory of the noise. It was several hours before we all stopped shouting to make each other hear.

    Failing the second year exam in electrical engineering at Birmingham University had left me in a kind of awkward limbo: neither officer material nor able easily to fit in with the other men. I had managed to keep myself inconspicuous during training. I did as I was told, not too willingly or too well, and avoided the sarcasm of the sergeant major. One thing that I had managed to keep secret so far was my ability to speak German. If it had been mentioned in the initial paperwork after I enlisted, it would probably have given me the chance of some desk job, but my degree course had given me a hearty dislike of sitting at a desk.

    The mist cleared for a moment, showing the moon riding high in the sky. A narrow track met the road here and I had just gone past it when a sudden noise made me go cold with fear. Even in a cease-fire, German sentries might very well shoot at a lone English soldier out after dark. Of course, it might be another Englishman like myself, so I called out softly, ‘Who’s there?’

    A shadowy figure stepped out from between the trees, and in the moonlight I could see that it was a German soldier, apparently unarmed. Relief flooded through me that I wasn’t about to be shot in the back, and I approached him cautiously.

    ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked in German. ‘You’re a long way from your lines.’

    ‘An Englishman speaking German — a rare animal indeed,’ said a soft voice without answering my question. He came nearer until we could see each other’s faces, and continued, ‘I should ask you the same question, but I imagine that neither of us should really be here away from our lines.’

    He broke off and looked around, then said vehemently, ‘Thank God that terrible noise has stopped. I don’t think I could stand much more of it. I came out here to get away from it all.’

    This echoed my feelings so exactly that a sudden need to confide in this stranger came over me. ‘I know how you feel,’ I nodded, ‘all those men around all the time, and the continuous noise and no privacy make it unbearable. When the guns stopped for the cease-fire last night I felt that I had to get away, and after the Christmas dinner tonight everybody else seemed content to get drunk, but the thought made me quite ill so I came out for a walk. Have you any idea what the time is?’ My watch was not luminous, and the vapours had again covered the moon.

    ‘It’s half past two,’ he answered, evidently having a luminous watch. ‘Let’s find somewhere a bit warmer than this to talk. There’s a shed along this road, though it’s probably full of turnips.’

    We wandered along the road in companionable silence, picking our way between the potholes in the fitful light shed by the moon through the swirling mist. I was beginning to think that there was no shed, that he was mistaken about the road, when he gripped my arm and muttered, ‘Over here.’

    Some way from the road was a delapidated barn with no door, and the moonlight through the doorway showed that it was indeed full of turnips, except right at the back where there was a pile of old straw, a bit damp and smelly, but certainly warmer than the chill night air outside. He took off his greatcoat and spread it on some thick straw.

    ‘This is better,’ he remarked as he settled himself comfortably on one side of the coat. ‘If you put your coat over us we shall be fairly warm.’

    I saw the logic of this and spread my coat over us after sitting beside him. ‘My name is John,’ I said, leaning back against the wall of the barn and beginning to feel very sleepy. ‘What’s your name?’

    ‘Wolfgang, after the composer,’ he replied grinning. ‘My parents were very musical — my brother is called Ludwig.’

    We laughed, and I was no longer surprised that he expected these names to mean something to me.

    ‘Everybody calls me Wolf,’ he added, ‘makes me sound fierce.’

    We laughed again, quite relaxed in each other’s company.

    ‘God, I’m tired,’ I yawned, feeling rather comfortable in these strange circumstances.

    ‘Yes,’ he settled back and closed his eyes, ‘let’s have a sleep now, and later we can think what we’re going to do.’

    When I woke up I was incredibly stiff, and straw was prickling my hair. Sunlight streamed through the doorway over the pile of turnips, and I wondered idly what the time was. As if in answer to my unspoken question, Wolf murmured in my left ear, ‘Awake at last? It’s nearly eight o’clock.’

    I rolled over to face him, and realised as I did so that he had his right arm round my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him and to my great astonishment kissed me gently on the forehead.

    ‘John.’ He spoke my name tenderly and I tensed, fearful of his apparent feelings for me.

    ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he continued, stroking my hair back from my forehead and removing strands of straw, ‘have you never been in a man’s arms before?’

    His deep, calm voice reassured me and I relaxed a little, wondering how I had managed to get myself into this situation. ‘No, nor in a woman’s arms,’ I answered in English, unable to think of enough German words to express myself in my trembling voice.

    He understood the gist of my reply and said, ‘Be calm, my John, I shall not hurt you.’

    This remark irritated me, as I certainly wasn’t afraid of him. I pulled away from him and stood up abruptly. For the first time I had a really good look at him, and took in all his features. He was quite a lot older than me, near forty, I should imagine, with slight streaks of grey in his unruly mop of dark hair. His unshaven face emphasised the strong line of his jaw, and he gazed at me with soft grey eyes, a flicker of a smile on his face. He stretched and stood up, a little taller than me, and stepped towards me.

    ‘I really think you’re afraid of me,’ he said, still smiling, but more uncertainly now.

    To be truthful, I *was* afraid; afraid not of Wolf, but of my own feelings. With shame I realised that a blush was spreading rapidly over my face, and that I could no longer look straight at him. For some reason his gently laughing eyes disconcerted me — left me slightly breathless and excited.

    His fingers brushed down the stubble on my cheek and over my lips and I lurched away in surprise at his gentle touch. Yet deep inside me the turmoil caused by this simple gesture roused great fires. With both hands on my shoulders he looked steadily at me, more sure of himself now. As I met his gaze and felt once again that surge of passion which had startled me before, he stroked the back of my neck, and stepping forward took me completely in his arms, kissing me softly on the lips.

    I did not resist this time. I could not. It was as much as I could do to remain upright. My knees, weak as jelly, refused to work properly, and my mind could think of only one thing. Wolf.

    ‘Wolf,’ I must have croaked eventually, because he answered quietly, ‘Yes, my John. You are not afraid of me now, are you?’

    I sank down on the straw behind me, and watched in fascination as he began to take off his clothes. For a man of his age he had a magnificent body — slim, but strong and well-muscled, dappled with dark hair which emphasised his shape. Although this had never happened to me before, my body tingled with expectation.

    Wolf bent down over me and undid my jacket and shirt, which he tugged off, leaving my chest bare and my nipples sensitive in the cold air. Quickly undoing my belt and trousers, he pushed me back to undo my boots and in one swift motion pulled off the remainder of my clothes. I must have shivered slightly, for he said, ‘You won’t be cold soon, my John.’

    With considerable experience he rapidly awoke the sensitive areas of my body, touching and teasing with his lips and fingers, until I was panting with lust. Unable to dredge up any German words to express my feelings, I moaned and grunted as I writhed around.

    In my inexperience it was soon over for me. His strong fingers brought me to the edge of ecstasy, paused for a moment, then very gently took me over the brink into a flood of sensation. As I came, he held me close to him and spoke softly to me, calming the violent shaking which followed my explosion.

    At last the spasms died down, and when I was calm again he slid up beside me, kissed me warmly on the lips and held me tightly in his arms.

    In German and English I murmured over and over again, ‘I love you, Wolf,’ and he merely tightened his embrace. During the remainder of that strange morning he showed me many ways of pleasing and receiving pleasure, until at last, exhausted, we lay entwined in each other’s arms, joking gently about the prickly feelings both from the straw and our own beard stubble.

    ‘Do you think we ought to go back to our lines?’ I asked, suddenly afraid. Afraid not of the possible repercussions of my absence, but of the thought that we would then once again be on opposing sides.

    ‘Let’s wait until dusk,’ he replied gently, ‘it will be easier to avoid lookouts then.’

    With tears in my eyes I told him of my fears about our eventual separation, and he replied wistfully, ‘Yes, but there’s no alternative. If we go back together to your lines or mine one of us will end up in a prison camp, and we can’t stay here or get away to anywhere neutral where we can be together always. Here is my address; if this terrible war ever ends we should be able to meet again in better surroundings.’ A humorous note crept into his voice as he looked round at the decor of our love-nest, and I kissed him tenderly for his valiant effort to cheer me up.

    All the afternoon we lay and talked, until at last the gathering mist and low, slanting sunlight proclaimed that dusk was near. We dressed slowly, reluctant to bring the moment of parting nearer. His address I put into my pocket, feeling that this insignificant bit of paper was my lifeline to future happiness.

    Putting his arm round my shoulders he led me out of the barn and back along the rough track. All was still and silent — the cease-fire had a few more hours to run — and the last rays of the sun fell on one high cloud, turning it into a ribbon of gold and silver. I pressed my face against his neck to hide my tears, but he comforted me quietly until I felt strong enough to go on.

    With a sudden feeling of panic I recognised a pool by the side of the track as the place where I must turn off to rejoin my Unit. Wolf turned to me and held me tightly in his arms, rocking to and fro as if to comfort a small child. A sense of peace gradually came over me as I remembered our love-making and the closeness of our love.

    ‘Thanks,’ I murmured eventually, ‘I’m not afraid of you now.’

    Suddenly, from behind a row of bushes about 50 yards away came a raucous shout in English: ‘Christ, it’s a bloody German! He’s got one of our men!’

    Wrenching myself free from Wolf’s arms I rushed towards the source of the shout crying, ‘No! No! He’s a friend! Don’t shoot!’ but it was too late. From the bushes came the report of a single shot, and as I ran back towards him Wolf sank to his knees on the earth.

    ‘See you in Germany, my John,’ he gasped, and fell flat on his face, his hands outstretched towards me.

    Sobbing incoherently I hurled myself on his body, shouting obscenities at the British soldiers who had now come up warily behind me. Of course, they didn’t understand, and may even have thought that I too was German, since in my distress I mixed German and English words. Eventually they pulled me off his body and led me back to the Unit, where I was placed under guard. Three months later they discharged me from the Army: ‘psychological disturbance’ they said it was.

    Now I live in Germany, a 50-year-old bachelor, consultant technical writer for a large engineering company. I am successful, quite well-off, and have a very comfortable flat.

    The piece of paper with Wolf’s address on it occupies a secret drawer in my writing-desk. It is my greatest treasure — morbid, I know — but it’s all I have of him.

    I have never loved anyone else.


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  • Military Manuvers

    I had finished my basic training at Fort Leonard Wood in Central Missouri, gotten transferred to Ft. Benning Georgia, and started my advanced infantry training.

    I had met several guys that I had connected with but nothing special, Untill I noticed a new guy named Trey.

    Trey was a different sort of young man, about twenty, nicely built, but sort of a nurd. Very much a reader, and very intelligent, almost a mastermind in mathematics, and quite a scholar.

    He for some reason had gotten placed in the infantry and I was doing what I could to help him out with his training, actually he was not doing that great, It seemes like the drill Sargent had taken a like for the taste of Trey’s ass, because he was always on it or chewing it out. I felt sorry for Trey.

    One thing that I had to say about Trey was that he never lost his composure and dignity. I was beginning to admire and really respect him for his handling of all situations, he never got bewildered or bent out of shape, no matter how much stress and pressure the Sargent put him under.

    We had just gotten back from a ten mile march and our asses were all dragging and worn out, needing a hot shower and some sleep, we had marched all day long it seemed.

    I grabbed my p/h bag and headed for the shower room, I stripped off layed my clothes on the bench and walked into the shower room, which consisted of an open room with urinals, open stalls and on the other side was about ten shower heads hanging out from the walls.

    I was standing there letting that awesome hot water run down over my body and I heard Trey’s voice, I opened my eye and I saw this guy, standing beside me, I looked down and I had not at that time ever seen Treys package, but Holy Mother of God, His cock looked like a small elephants trunk, uncut, hangind down over these two balls that looked like a sac of two potatos, Jeezus, he was hung like a mule.

    I shrunk back as he smiled and noticed me looking at his cock hanging there, I was afraid he would notice my half hard seven and a half inches.

    He just smiled as I stared. Up to that time I had felt quite well endowed.

    We showered up and headed back for the bed area of the barracks.

    I was in awe at the size of Trey’s cock, I had to say something to him about its enormous size, He told me that back in school,in Jr. High school, He was made fun of alot, because guys would see it in the locker room and make fun of how big it was, they had nick-named him Donkey Dick. He said it really made a difference in how he related to girls and other guys.

    I listened to his sad story and I really felt for him.

    We had bunked next to each other and I had witnessed him beating his meat, or should I say slamming his Ham, a couple times after lights out, and for some reason I kept visualizing that huge cock of his, hard, and angry looking, shooting a wad of cum that size of a breeding horse. And for some reason I would get aroused at the thought of it.

    Now mind you I had never had a gay thought in my life, I had always thought of myself as a ladies man,although I had admired guys asses and crotches and especially the cocks and balls, during swimming sessions at the pool back home and during gym classes in School.

    So here I was thinking about Trey’s cock under those blankets being stroked and I felt my cock w getting hard, thickening up and wanting the same attention, which I gladly gave it.

    It was about six weeks into my further training when we were taken out to a deserted area and dropped of with all our marching geer and paraphanilia.

    We were given sleeping tents and told to Pick out a place and set up our tent, and choose a tent mate, well of course Trey picked me, I agreed.

    We played wargames that day, worked on hand to hand combat and as evening fell a light rain started falling over the entire area, it looked like it had settled in for the night so we all went to our tents, pulled out ration packs and had a wonderful cardboard gormet meal, I figured I would be shitting envelopes from that meal, But according to the Army manual it is suppose to be as nutritionally perfect as a meal can be.

    We set there and shot the bull listening to the rain as it hit the tent.

    Trey smiled and said, ‘Hey Dylan, do you ever get horny and want to feel someone elses touch on your body and your cock?’

    ‘Hell yeah, sometimes I get so fucking hot and horny that I would fuck a snake if it would hold still,’ Trey started laughing.

    Trey started looking right into my eyes, and he said, ‘Dylan, what would you say if I told you I would love to suck you off?’

    I just set there trying to figure out in my mind if I had heard him correctly, ‘Would you say that again?

    ‘What would you say if I told you I want to suck your cock.?’

    ‘I,I,I, Im not sure,’ but the thought of getting my cock sucked was rather tempting,’

    ‘Well Dylan, Im gay, and I love to suck cock, and of course I love getting sucked off too, but I have been wanting to suck your cock for a long time, actually ever since I saw you in that shower that first day.’

    ‘Well you think it over and let me know what you think, O.K. But please if you decide not to, please don’t tell the other guys, I would get kicked out for sure.’

    ‘Oh hell no man, why would I do that, I may not want to get a blowjob now, but I might change my mind anytime.’

    ‘Well Dylan, think it over and let me know.’

    I really had something to think about, would I be gay if I got a blowjob,which I would really love right now, would I want to take it farther, maybe I would like it so much I would become gay myself, Hell man there are a lot of options to draw from.

    I layed down there on my back pack and the blanket. It was so hot and sweaty there that hot steamy August night, Trey and I stripped off to our underwear, boxers at that. I layed down and propped the flap of the tent open to let some fresh cooler air in, and layed there feeling almost awesome as the fresh air blew across my almost naked body. I was feeling no pain, but also a different kind of sexual arousal, I had never quite felt like this before, thinking about Trey’s proposition.

    I was noticing Trey’s almost naked body as we layed there the rain had stopped and the clouds had disappeared and I could see Trey’s body in the moonlight as he snoozed, I couldn’t resist it, He was not muscular built,not an adonis, but he had a sexual magnatism that drew me to him.

    I was noticing his body naked from the waist up and I guess it was his skin that attracted me, I had not touched another person’s skin for a long time. I wanted to touch him and rub his nakedness, I felt this fire growing inside my body, I was getting so turned on, my cock had stiffened up and was tenting my boxers. I finally could take no more, it was like a compulsion.

    I layed up on my left side looking over at Trey’s body laying there on his blanket, and I reached over with my right hand and layed it on top of his heavy, thick cock, and as I felt it under my hand, I found myself rubbing and squeezing it with my thumb and forefinger.

    I was breathing like a man getting ready to fuck for the first time, my heart was beating like a set of Kettle Drums in a Concert orchestra, I could feel it, and hear it in my ears as it pounded.

    I don’t remember being this excited in my life, This was totally new to me.

    And then I felt it happening, Trey’s cock started hardening up inside his boxers, I opened the piss slit in the front which was already standing open and fished out his cock, Jesus Fucking Christ it was the biggest cock I had ever seen, in real life or in a magazine, it was absolutely unreal.

    I Later found out when we measured it it was thirteen inches long, and almost seven inches around.

    I stroked its foreskin back and forth as I started jacking Trey off in his sleep.

    I was really setting a good rythm when I felt Trey move and lean up on his elbows.

    ‘What The Fuc–,Ah Shit man, that feels so fucking good.’

    ‘Sorry man, I just had to try to see what it felt like to touch another guy,’

    ‘Hey man Don’t appologize, I’m loving the shit out of it and Please don’t stop.’

    I leaned over and really started working Trey’s ock over, and then it hit me like a bolt of Lightning, I wanted to taste it and see what that was like.

    I Leaned over and licked the head of his cock with my tongue, I thought Trey would fly off the ground, I guess he was really sorta taken back by all this, me being ‘supposed Straight and all,’

    But he just layed there and really seemed to enjoy it.

    He finally stopped me and said,’Hey we need to make this two sided instead of you doing me.’

    we traded ends and slipped off our boxers and he just took my cock and slid his lips to the pubic hair with the first suck, I thought I would stop breathing, it felt so fenominal, damn I hadn’t felt any thing like this or even close to this in a very long time, I had almost forgotten that it was guy doing the sucking but all I knew I had never felt a blowjob like this before either.

    I went back to sucking on Trey’s cock and we got into a rythm or mutual cocksucking and got lost in it, I was in a totally new realm in my new world with this.

    Trey was one fantastic cocksucker and I was one happy camper by having him suck me.

    I was feeling sensations that were totally knew to me, and I was tasting tastes totally new to me too. I was loving it all, and I wanted more.

    I loved the feeling of his throbbing, hard, pre-cum leaking cock in my mouth.

    I was beginning to really desire the taste of this empending cum shot.

    Thats when I felt that feeling deep down in my loin area that signaled the cum boiling up in my groin area. I could feel the tightness of my nuts as the sack tightened up against the base of my cock and I knew it was just about there, and fuck I wanted it bad, Trey’s warm, moist mouth was working it’s magic on my seven and a half inches and I was almost there, I shoved my cock forward and I felt that sensation in the head and lower shaft of my cock as it unloaded into Trey’s mouth.

    Trey just held his ground and swallowed my cum like it was his dessert for the evening, and about the time I had finished, I felt his huge thick slab of cock shoot his load into my throat, I almost started gagging as I quelled it and swallowed.

    His body jerked and made little strange movements as I sucked and squeezed the last little morsel of cum from his cock, I was in love with this thing called giving head.

    We both held each other and Trey said, hey man this is just the icing on the cake in this thing called man to man sex.

    Trey just smiled and we slept like babies that night.

    The next morning we both woke up and felt fantastic, Trey said, there was more to learn if I was interested, I can’t wait to see what my next lesson will be, but I am enjoying the benefits of what I have learned. I guess time will tell.


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  • Soldier’s Tail

    I sat in the plate glass window, staring glumly out at 11th avenue. The greasy smell of the burgers on the grill assaulted my nose as I toyed with the last of the fries on my tray. Cabs rattled past, busy people going to important places. Trucks filled with produce, furniture, and plumbing supplies roared through the intersection at 38th Street. Long black limos, occupied by who-knows-who shrouded in smoked glass were lining up to enter the Javits Center. I wondered who they all were, where they were headed. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and I envied these bastards for having a destination.

    A stunning dark haired man walking downtown caught my eye. I couldn’t help noticing his posture. He strode with precision, chin out, and shoulders back. His broad chest sat high on his torso, soft black curls on his chest spilling out of his open collar. His big bowling ball arms were barely contained in the sleeves of his cotton work shirt, the thin fabric stretched like rubber bands across his biceps. His excellent physical condition and muscular physique gave me the impression that he was military, or perhaps a weight trainer.

    He passed the fast food joint and glanced through the decals for southern style Iced Tea and super-duper burgers. He missed a step, halting his march for a split second in front of my table. Was he looking at me? His eyes locked on mine. Azure, stone cold and piercing blue. He recovered his cadence and continued past the restaurant, turning the corner at Maggie Mae’s bar.

    Damn, what an incredible specimen! Thick wavy hair on top, buzzed down to nothing on the sides and neck. His angular face, cheeks darkened with a day’s growth of beard…I sighed and rattled the ice in my cup, sucking up the last of the diet Coke. I guess I should get moving, but really, where did I have to go? My last college class was yesterday, I didn’t have any summer session this year and didn’t have to go back to Pennsylvania until next week.

    What the hell? Was military guy walking back up the avenue? He looked agitated. Maybe he forgot something, angry with himself for having to double-back to retrieve it. He stared at me again as he passed the window. Our eyes locked and I felt the electricity make my scalp crawl. I glanced down at the remains of my lunch… I am certainly not shy, but somehow his intense stare was overwhelming, his dominant masculinity overpowering. Like a game of chicken, I had to look away. When I looked up again he was gone.

    ‘This seat taken?’

    He stood before me a few seconds later. Coffee in hand. The Incredible Hulk! He appeared huge and overwhelming this close-up. I felt panic, trapped in the corner seat by this exceptionally large man. I felt my face flush, my ears burning, as I looked directly into his crotch. He pointed at the chair on the other side of my little table.

    ‘Mind if I sit here?’ He said, a sly grin on his handsome face.

    ‘No, no, um, yes, of course!’ I stammered. The thick denim couldn’t hide what lie just beneath the zipper. A homo dream, the stuff that one-handed fantasies are made of!

    ‘My name is Harry. Do we know each other? I spotted you from the street, you look so fuckin’ familiar to me…’ his voice deep and resonant with a thick New York accent, Brooklyn or maybe the Bronx? He blew slowly across the steaming cup. I shuddered. ‘You look a little like a kid I knew a couple years ago, lived around here someplace.’

    ‘Im Jimmy, nice ta-meet-ya. I’ve only been in New York a few months, start of semester last year. I’m sure we never met, I would remember that for sure!’ I replied, my voice shaky and a little shrill…Damn, Jimmy, compose yourself… you sound like a little girl!

    ‘It was before Iraq, before I signed up for that living hell over there. Used to meet him a couple times a week, we always had a good time together, you know?’ He asked, that devilish grin curling across his thick lips. ‘Haven’t seen him around, maybe he took off somewhere, maybe met someone. I dunno.’

    He seemed so confident. I was mesmerized by his deep sonorous voice, those steely blue eyes boring into my head. He started to tell me the story. He had an apartment of his own back then, lived there with his girlfriend. They had a kid together, although he was never sure it was really his, the baby’s blonde hair and red complexion had little to do with Harry. The sex after the baby became infrequent and boring. Finally it stopped altogether.

    ‘So there was this kid I tole you about, well, he was always real friendly, if you catch my meaning.’ He continued. ‘One day I just let him have what he wanted, right over there behind that liquor store! Wasn’t bad, in fact it was pretty fuckin’ good!’

    Harry had discovered that getting your cock sucked by a gay guy was better than trying to force the GF to put out every night. He started to meet his new buddy on a regular basis, and finally they took it to the kid’s apartment where it could go to another level. Harry discovered he was a pretty damn good anal top, and the kid rolled over for him whenever he wanted. There was something about the boy, the way he moaned and squirmed, that turned Harry on almost as much as a woman!

    One day he came home from a visit to his fuck buddy and found the girlfriend with her boss, screwing in his bed! Furious, he broke a chair over the man’s head.

    ‘Hey, I know I was messing around too, but it was with a guy, not another woman, and only because she forced me to! I mean, men have needs, you know?’ he said conspiratorially. ‘She coulda had sex any time she wanted, the bitch didn’t need to look nowhere else! And to do it in my fuckin’ bed yet!’ His voice was raised in anger. I looked around to see who else might be listening.

    Right after that Harry was enlisted and on his way to basic training. He had plenty of opportunities in Iraq to fuck around. The big handsome American with gifts and money could procure anything he wanted, from ladies of questionable breeding to tawny skinned boys with lean feminine bodies and soft velvet asses. After his first tour was up, he returned to find the girlfriend gone, the apartment occupied by a Hispanic couple from Guatemala. He had no one to turn to except his father, who encouraged him to sign on for a second tour of duty.

    ‘So now I’m back again, and life pretty much sucks!’ he said, ‘I moved in with dad in his little rat-hole apartment over the machine shop on 36th.’

    ‘And now you are sitting here with me, and I’m wondering what you are looking for.’ I said, feeling a little confused but excited that this remarkably frank man is spilling his guts out on the table for me. He had no modesty, no shame. Just stating the facts, and that’s all that mattered to him.

    ‘I’ve seen a couple women since I’m back, but nobody special. I’m just so fuckin’ bored, and lonely I guess…I was lookin’ around for my buddy, but even that little prick seems to have moved on.’ Harry replied, almost whispering, his body leaning into me. His scent was very musky but sweet, like tobacco and beer. ‘I’m thinkin’ that maybe you might like to try me out for size…if you think you could handle a man like me!’ he laughed, his hand kneading the bulge in his lap.

    I don’t think I even spoke. My answer was instinctual and immediate. I pulled my jacket from the back of the chair and Harry led me out of the burger place. It wasn’t cold that day, but I shivered with anticipation. He jumped in front of me to hold the door open.

    ‘Such a gentleman!’ I said, jokingly.

    ‘Not so gentle, but definitely a man!’ he replied, that silly sexy grin lighting up his face. A corny wisecrack, but I couldn’t help laughing. It was remarkable how he had cheered up, knowing that I was a sure thing, and in a few minutes he was going to get laid.

    We walked briskly the two blocks south to 36th, and climbed the steep flight of stairs to his dad’s apartment. I felt Harry’s hand grasp my ass as he followed me up, his fingers wiggling into the crack beneath my jeans. I felt a little like I was climbing up to the gallows, a feeling of doom mixed with overwhelming elation.

    He wasn’t exaggerating; it was definitely a rat hole. You could tell it was a guy’s place, a pile of dishes dried and crusty in the sink, last night’s pizza crusts strewn on the little snack table in front of the couch. Crushed Miller cans on the table were evidence of some forehead smashing, probably a contest between father and son. The place smelled vaguely of socks. I didn’t care; I was intent on watching Harry peel off his shirt. He stood before me in a wifebeater that I guessed used to be white. His body was more incredible than I could have ever imagined. I tried to comprehend how many hours a week he used those weights in the corner of the living room to become this massive! It crossed my mind that he might be juicing.

    ‘Look man, I want you to enjoy it too, but…’ He murmured, his hands massaging his mighty pectorals as I started to undress. ‘You know I don’t get into the gay stuff… No kissin’ or shit like that. I’m all top, oral and anal. So whatever you gotta do to get off is fine, I’m just not gonna be able to help you out much, got it?’

    I understood. I was here to be his cum rag, to relieve him of his load. I was more than okay with that. It was exciting to be here just for his pleasure. I had talents that I was sure he would appreciate, and I was eager to show him.

    ‘What you want to do first? Suck me off?’ he said as I opened his waistband and his pants dropped around his knees. He was ready in case he found his buddy, no underwear and a thick chrome cock ring around his semi-erect dick and balls.

    Harry was uncut. I fell to my knees and licked his hairy scrotum. I like natural men; I adore foreskins and certainly don’t understand shaving the crotch. I slowly pulled back on his shaft to expose the mushroom cap under his foreskin. It was a bright, angry red. I felt it pressing against my lips, then across my tongue as he pushed it into my throat as far as it would go. Gagging, I pulled away, releasing his now rock-hard dick.

    ‘That’s okay baby. Practice makes perfect. You can do it, just relax!’

    His hips were broad, and he had a big round butt you could bounce a quarter off! I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him to me again, this time taking his dick fully into me, my nose buried in the curly bush of hair at the base of his cock. He reached over to fish a little yellow bottle out of his pants pocket. Holding it to his nose, he inhaled. I felt his body shudder as he began rocking his hips into my face. Harry pinched my nose and held the bottle in front of my nostril. I took a deep breath between thrusts and felt my head swim.

    ‘That’s it Jimmy! Take it like a fucking man! Oh yeah, do you feel the energy? You feel my manhood flowing into you like electricity?’ he shouted, now pumping my head like a dog in heat.

    It was electric; I felt the power coming from his potent body like a static charge. Was it just the poppers, or did he have a truly miraculous dick? I tasted the salty pre-cum oozing from him, his balls tightening up as he got close to orgasm. I knew he must be a big cummer, his balls were large and round, just bursting to be relieved.

    The lock clicked. The door swung open and I felt Harry pull out of my throat. I felt suddenly empty, and so close to cumming myself that my dick hurt.

    ‘You fucking faggot! Can’t you figure out some other place to take your little pop-tart? I thought this shit was over when you enlisted!’ his father sneered, as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Miller.

    ‘Shut the fuck up, old man. What do you know about it? I ain’t no fag, jus’ like the occasional blowjob. Don’t knock it till you try it, dad!’ Harry shouted.

    ‘That’ll be the fucking day when I let a pussyboy suck my manhood outta me!’ his father said with disgust. ‘But hey, don’t let me stop you girls! Have fun buggering each other, for all I care.’ Dad popped open the can and chugged half of it down. He found the remote and settled down on the couch across the room from where I was cowering, naked and embarrassed.

    ‘The hell with him, Jimmy. Never mind the old bastard. Let’s get back to what we was doin’ okay?’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; Harry wanted me to get busy again on his still rock hard boner. In front of his dad! I crawled across the grimy carpet to where he was standing, his big dick in his one hand, the other rubbing his massive pecs and rippling abs, thick meaty fingers running through the silky black hair that whorled across his chest like eddies in a stream.

    He snorted on the yellow vial again, and handed it to me. I took a deep breath, inhaling the noxious fumes as Harry resumed his meticulous pumping. He was like a well-tuned machine; hard, rhythmic, his engine purring and pistons popping. I had gone completely soft, the shock of his father discovering me slobbering on his son’s dick was more than my libido could handle. Still, it was still so fucking awesome to be sucking on this soldier man, and that he was about to explode his creamy load into my mouth!

    The television droned on in the background. I glanced over at dad; he was watching some old porn, probably from the eighties. The fat hairy guy on the screen was face fucking this black chick, her head hung over the side of the bed. Her big boobs were jiggling as he pumped his pasty white cock into her mouth. I saw dad rubbing his crotch and glancing over at us, at his son getting blown.

    ‘C’mon, dad. It’s cool. He’s a great piece of ass, you gotta admit! Look at his fuckin’ butt, man! An asshole is an asshole, that’s my take on this shit. Take advantage, old dude!’

    ‘Fuck! Bring the bitch over here, where I can see the screen. Let’s see what happens, I’ll give it a try!’ He grabbed a couple more beers from the fridge, then dropped his pants and peeled off his plaid boxers, unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

    He was maybe 50, a good twenty five years older than his son, but you could see where Harry got his genes from. The man was not as big as his son but very muscular, his body lean and toned. He was dark haired, like Harry, and maybe even a bit fuzzier. His chest hair was black and dense, and continued from armpit to armpit, fading out towards his shoulders. He sported a full beard, and a moustache that covered his upper lip like a soup strainer. A true bear, down to the hard round belly! If you didn’t focus on his old, wrinkled face you could mistake him for a thirty year old.

    ‘Go show him what you can do, Jimmy! Do him just like you were doin’ me! I’m gonna hit the john for a second, be right back!’ Harry said, picking up my shirt from the floor and wiping the precum from his dick.

    I was alone with the old guy. Harry’s dad settled into the couch, intently watching the face fucking on the little television. He looked over at me and grinned. Same nasty grin his son had! I walked over and sat naked next to him as he pulled on his big dick. He was also uncut, much thicker but not as long as Harry’s. His cock was several shades darker than his creamy white belly, and I was getting hard again thinking soon it would be inside me. He smelled of motor oil and gasoline. I leaned over his leg and positioned my face directly over his crotch. He moved a little to the side so he could see the porn, and grabbing the back of my neck pulled me down onto his erection. His dick was so substantial my jaw ached, but I took it all in and started whirling the head with my tongue. Dad moaned and pulled my head deeper into his crotch.

    ‘Ain’t half bad, faggot. What’s your name? Jimmy? Jimmy, you like daddy’s dick? You want me to shoot my load for ya?’ he whispered, as if he didn’t want his son to discover he was enjoying his blowjob. From the bathroom I could hear the sound of Harry pissing, the strong stream hitting the toilet bowl with force. Again, I imagined he would probably be a big cummer.

    Harry came back into the living room, and pushed the snack tray to the side so he could mount me from behind. I didn’t stop sucking, dad’s rough calloused hand pushing me down on his penis in rhythm with the moans coming out of the TV set.

    ‘Oh yeah, sweet little asshole! Nice tight rosy pucker to grab on to my dick!’ Harry snarled, as he spread my ass cheeks and slid first one, then two fingers into my rectum. I was praying that he brought some lube back from the bathroom, but I kinda doubted it.

    ‘Who said you was gonna fuck the bitch? I might want to feel an ass on my cock, it’s been a damn long time!’ dad said, as he released his grip on my head and I came up gasping for air.

    ‘Hey, okay by me! Go for it, old man! Think you can get your shriveled old dick hard long enough to fuck Jimmy the way he deserves? I bet he likes it hard and deep, ain’t that right, Jimmy?’ Harry snickered.

    Now I have to tell you, from my angle his dick was anything but shriveled! It rose from his groin like a fireplug, thick and swollen.

    The couple on the screen had moved to the couch. They were joined by a tall Hispanic guy, skinny but hugely hung. The black chick was bouncing in the fat guy’s lap, his cock buried deep in her ass. The Hispanic was standing in front of them as she swallowed his chocolate brown cock.

    I took the cue. Turning away from dad, I lowered myself into his lap. He grabbed my waist with both hands as I reached around to guide his shaft to its target. I felt the fat uncut crown of his engorged dick press against my sphincter as it slowly forced itself into me, splitting me open. The pain was searing, like a hot poker shoved up my ass, but I was glad we hadn’t used lube…the intensity was what I craved!

    Meanwhile, Harry had put himself between his father’s legs, his big salami swaying in front of my face. My lips burned, and my jaw still ached from the last assault he made on my face but I eagerly took him in, tasting the last drops of urine that he had not completely shaken off his cock. Dad opened another can of beer, and downed it as he stared at the flickering screen.

    Harry went for the poppers again. He gave me a hit first, and I got swept away on the chemical wave and gobbled his massive meaty dick.

    ‘Fuck, Harry, what’s that shit you assholes are doin’ there? To each their own, but I think I’m gonna stick with a good ole beer buzz!’

    Dad was really a great fucker. Years of experience showed in his technique. I could feel him edging himself, slowing down when he was close, speeding up when he needed to. I also think he was trying to make it good for me (although he would probably not have admitted it), his cock hitting just the right spot, bending me at just the perfect angle to feel every inch of him as he massaged my asshole from the inside!

    I was going to town on Harry! He was moaning and shouting, as I did my best Hoover impression. My saliva ran down his leg and dripped off his knees onto the filthy carpet. His balls tightened up again, just like before. I felt a huge load pumping up his shaft. I prepared myself for the flood.

    ‘Oh Yessssssss…you goddamn cocksucker! Feel the power, feel my energy flowing into you, bitch! This is how you like it, dirty little boy? Choking on my mighty manhood, an’ lettin’ this old man screw your boi whore asshole?’ Harry hissed.

    His dad was clenching my shoulders, pulling me down onto his beercan dick in rhythm with Harry’s thrusts into my mouth. It was synchronicity! Perfect timing, they bounced me back and forth like a shuttlecock!

    They came at almost the same moment. I felt Harry’s dad tense up, his thrusts shot deeper into me as he pulled me tightly down into his lap. I reached down in agony, instinctually trying to pull his fat cock out of my burning asshole. Too late, I felt the warm rush of his cum seeping from around his solid shaft, dribbling down my leg to mingle with my spit on the floor. The old man wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight, not letting my aching ass release his slimy spent dick.

    Harry snorted one more time from the bottle and a second later shot his load into my throat. I was right of course. His ejaculate was thick, sweetly bitter and just kept flowing out of him. I gulped down what I could, gagging, then swallowed some more. When I thought he was done, he placed his dick in my mouth one more time and shook off a last creamy load. I honestly have never seen such volume of fluid come out of a man! It was exhilarating to receive it.

    We ordered a pizza, and watched some more porn on the couch. The collection was limited, but I can get off on straight porn if they show enough of the guy and don’t concentrate on the girl too much. We all got a little horny, and I hadn’t come yet. We decided we would switch things up this time, and I spent the next half hour sucking off Harry’s dad. His dick was great, and he smelled a little garlicky from the pizza, which turned me on. By the time Harry got around to fucking me, I had cum twice.


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