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You know what they say ‘a rich man’s child is also rich ‘, Hyzel was a Britsh white blonde, ethletic and very cute. Being the only millionares son meant a lot to him. He had all money can give(fancy clothes, car’s, body guards, personal trainer etc). But Hyzel had only one problem which he never managed to sought out with money (True love and a hot sex partner to satisfy his emotions). Lets allow him to tell us his story. HYZEL BEGINS: Me and my father have been having training with him every morning but I have never looked at him properly to know how hot he was.

His name is James, black and very hot, he has been our trainer ever since he gradueted from college. This guy was very cute and very sexy, since I gave up on dating I never noticed not until one day when my father went out of town on a bussines trip. It was 6 ‘clock ‘ in the morning when I heard a knock on my bedrom door and a voice followed saying I shoud go for trainig, it was james. I Jumped out of bed brushed my teeth, then went to the gym room. I found James standing firmly waiting for me. When I said hI to him, he responded with joy and the next thing he said was ‘shall we? ‘then I was like sure. From the start of the training I was over joyed just to have him all by self so that I can see him sweat in those sports wear he in was in. Gush!

I enjoyd each and evry sec of it and felt bad after he said to me ‘that all, for today Hyzel ‘then I was like one more time please! ‘but he declined seeing that I was tired. After wards I left him in the gym room and proceeded to the main house to refresh up and look out for the day. When I got into my room all I could think about was James, I took of my clothes and remained naked as a ren into the shower. I opened the water and allowed it to flow on my body, but after about ten minutes, I heard a voice caling my name on my bed room door, the voice sounded like my ex’s, but I was sure my ex couldnt have even come to my house after I gave him a serious warning not to ever come near me. But to be sure, I jumped out of shower and rapd myself with a bath tower half way and opened the door, ‘Oh my pees!!!

‘it was James. I was terefied but not surprise coz he came to knock on my door most of the times when he was about to leave. But this morning it was very different from all, he asked me if he could come in. I wanted to ask him if there was any thing he wanted, but my heart resisted and my mind just said ‘you might just loose out something which you’ve been wishing for, all these dayz. Then I just let him in and closed the door. I was like ‘so what has brought you to my room?’ he stood quitely for about 2sec before he answered. Gues what was the answer? . . . . . . . . Can I take shower in your bathroom? I was suprise that I had to ask him to repeat himself, to my surprise he gave me the same response. Oh, my heart was now beating so bad, but atleast I managed to say ‘ yes, why not? ‘

My Father nor James knew that I was gay, so I was afraid of what James would have thoult seeing me aroused when he takes off his clothes. Just there and then he took off his shirt and pant’s, and before he went into the shower he was like ‘you look good naked!then he went into the shower leaving me speechless and mouth watery. As I sat down, I just heard him caling me to join him, I declined but after he insisted, I un rapd my bathing tower and entered in the shower. Upoun my entrance, he turned and looked at me and he was like ‘can I have a soup bar please ‘as I was pointing were the soup was, my eyes was on that choclet sexy body, hands, albs and his thick 9 inches long black snog, oh this was something that made my blood boil. When I entered in the shower I felt like have just entered in dreamland and wishes to never come out. We started showering together and as it went on and on, I couldnt take it any more, my 8 inches dick was up, I tried to hide but, there was no were to hide, James had already seen it. I thoult his going to give a foolish comment and lagh, insted he smiled gently and said ‘come over here, it seems that thing needs a treat. I pretended as if have not heard him as I watched him approach me with his hot hands. when he tourched me my body glowed with coldnes. We started kissing while water was flowing on our restles bodies. After. . . . . . . . watch out for the second part and see what happens behind closed doors.

Then we went out of the shower while kissing. The way this guy was kissing me, made me fell like it was my first time to kiss, he was extremely gogeos. From there, he made me lay on my favourite carpet which my dad bought for me in the city of love, Paris. Then he started to lick each and every likable part of my body as I mouned in passion and plesure. For the first time in my, life I didnt mind who got tol listen how I mouned in plesure and passion. After that, it was my turn to show him how much have wished to bed some one like him in a milion times. we kissed for a while and then I faild m my knees to give a sucking of his life. when I just started he gave me this smile which war tense but cute. He mound aaaaaaaah do it hard! as I presed in and out. It was crazy, but I wanted to make sure he beged for more. After about 20minutes of sucking his huge beautiful dick, he made me bend and placed it inside me, it was sore but I wished I woud have that all nite long. I felt facked for the first time ever since I started to fack around as a teen. Have never found such joy and pleasure. This guy was extra ordinary. The more I mouned the more he pomped in my ass. After a while he made me turn for the blow. He placed it in my mouth and then released that worm sweet cum as I sucked it. I was was not only happy that my dream has come true, but also glad that have found true satisfiction in a black man. After that day, that how it began between me and my black angel. I love him very much and His my love foreve. Mwah! The end.

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Steve was getting impatient. ‘Just blow the damn whistle!’ But once more he threw himself into the scrum, locking heads with the opposing front row, as the arm of one of his team mates thrust aggressively between his legs, the unknown hand grabbing the waist of his shorts and yanking them down, as the heaving bodies wrestled for advantage, trying to gain control of the ball. Steve felt the weight of the bodies behind him, crushing him into those in front. The fingers of the unknown invasive hand were dragging at the front of his shorts. Finger nails scratched and pulled at his pubes. A shove into his arse-cheeks from the body behind forced him forward, causing the fingers to dig into the root of his cock, the palm of the hand cupping his balls through the canvas of his shorts. Suddenly a shrill whistle blew. ‘At last!’ The rugby scrum collapsed.

Back in the locker room Steve weaved his way through the naked muddy bodies, stepping over discarded shorts and jockstraps. He was on a mission. He tried to shut out the noise of post-match excitement, avoiding getting caught up in conversations of bravado and tall tales of narrowly missed tries and conversions. Whoops of joy erupted from the steaming communal showers as the thick sticky mud diluted and slipped off the eighteen-year-old bodies, to flow into the drains. Nearly men, but not quite, the atmosphere was reminiscent of children’s bath time at the end of a day.

Steve’s mission, however, was to avoid all this. He didn’t intend to shower. He had to find a way of getting dressed without any of the three games masters noticing he was still covered in mud, and breaking the rules. He had plans that meant he had to get out of here quick. He had promised to meet his girlfriend. What was more important was the promise she had made to him. Tonight was the night. While he would never admit it to his friends, at 18, he was still a virgin. They had been a couple now for nearly two years. He had maintained the honourable position of not pushing her until she was ready. But he was 18 and his hormones were sending him crazy! If she didn’t honour her promise he really couldn’t see a future for them. Harsh, but this had come down to the preservation of his own sanity.

Making sure that nobody was paying him any particular attention, he carefully stripped-off. He discovered the greatest care had to be taken when he removed his jockstrap, discovering his semi-hardon at the thought of what lay in store. Something that would single him out as the victim of his boisterous team mates. He quickly dressed in his school uniform. He had got as far as underpants and trousers, and was just pulling on his crumpled white uniform shirt when a voice immediately behind spoke sharply:

‘Becket?!’

He cursed under his breath. How come he hadn’t seen Graves sneak up on him? And it would have to be him.

Graves was employed as a history teacher at the school, but he helped out coaching the rugby team as additional duties. He was relatively new to the post and was only a few years older that the boys. He had a reputation of being mean and spiteful towards Steve and his peers. He struggled to maintain discipline, so whenever he felt he could get the upper hand, he would relish making life as uncomfortable as possible for his identified victim.

‘Have you showered Becket?’

Steve adopted his blankest expression, made eye contact and lied.

‘Yes sir.’

‘I think you’re lying boy,’ Graves said in his meanest voice.

The teacher reached out and pulled Steve’s shirt open, exposing his lightly muscled torso.

‘What’s this?’ Graves wiped his finger down the side of Steve’s neck, then continued a journey down, diagonally across his chest to his right nipple, which he deliberately caught with his finger nail, making Steve gasp in pain.

He withdrew his finger and held the muddy tip under Steve’s nose for his inspection.

‘You appear to have missed a bit.’

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

‘I can’t imagine how that happened sir.’ Steve maintained his lie and held the teacher’s mean, narrow-eyed gaze.

‘Get undressed.’

‘Sorry sir?’

‘You heard me boy. Get undressed.’

‘But I’ve just got dressed sir. I’ve had a shower and got dressed.’

‘Don’t argue with me boy!’ He was getting really mean now. ‘Take all your clothes off and show me your filthy body.’

‘Oh sir!’

‘DO IT!!’

The whole locker room had gone silent. Steve was now the focus of everyone’s attention. Some watched in anticipation, others quietly giggled at his misfortune.

Reluctantly Steve removed his shirt, slowly bringing his muddy forearms into view.

‘I’m waiting!’

Steve unbuckled his belt and then undid, first the button at the waist, then slowly slid down the zipper.

‘GET THOSE BLOODY TROUSERS OFF BEFORE I SLAP THAT SELF-SATISFIED GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!!!!’

Graves’ complexion had gone a strange shade of red, almost purple.

Steve stepped out of his trousers, leaving them in a pool on the tiled floor. His mud-stained thighs were there for all to see. He stood there in his lucky underpants – since this was to be his lucky night – eliciting more giggles – no longer quiet.

‘The rest of you, get dressed and get out,’ Graves bellowed. There was hurried activity as the other boys recognised the need to stay out of trouble.

A sharp whack to the back of Steve’s head hurt as his slowness was rewarded with violent encouragement to complete his instructions.

Steve hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and slid it over his young, but ample manhood, revealing his nakedness to his teacher and the slower of his schoolmates.

‘Now stand there,’ the teacher sneered. ‘Davies, Brown, Palmer! Get out! NOW!’

Steve’s remaining team mates grabbed the last of their clothes and their bags and ran out half-dressed, taking a final glance at Graves’ victim.

Graves walked to the door of the games master’s office. ‘We’ll see what Mr. White and Mr. Hollingham think of this. Now wait there you vile child.’ And he disappeared through the door.

A few minutes went by, leaving Steve feeling very lonely, slightly cold and rather foolish in his nakedness.

‘BECKET!’ Steve started at the sound of his name, shouted from behind the closed door. He recognised White’s voice – the head games master. ‘IN HERE – NOW!!!’

Steve’s bare feet padded across the cold, tiled floor. With his right hand he nervously opened the master’s office door. His left hand cupped his cock and balls in an attempt to cover his embarrassment.

He walked into the room, closing the door behind him. White was sitting behind his desk with Graves and Hollingham standing on either side of him. Like Graves, Hollingham coached rugby in his spare time, his key role being that of economics teacher. The boys liked him. Again, this was his first appointment in a teaching job, but unlike Graves he had learnt how to make an instant connection with boys only a few years his junior. He was good looking and confident, and a number of his pupils saw him as a role model for how they wanted to conduct themselves as they moved into adulthood, even if they chose not to adopt his career choice.

White on the other hand was a teacher to be feared. Respected, but feared. He was a good coach and had the loyalty of all of the First Fifteen, the school’s leading rugby team. But he exercised strong discipline. You didn’t piss him about. If you played hard and performed well you had his support. If you didn’t play your best and failed to take responsibility for the team’s success he could be really mean.

Steve stood before White’s desk, head down in shame. His right hand had now joined his left to lend support in covering up his nakedness.

‘I will ask this question only once Becket – have you showered?’

‘No sir,’ Steve whispered.

‘I can’t hear you son.’

Steve looked up into White’s hard eyes. ‘No sir.’

‘Why?’

‘I have an appointment sir.’

There was an indignant snort from Graves. An amused smile spread across Hollingham’s handsome features.

‘An appointment? With whom?’

Steve stood in embarrassed silence.

‘With whom Becket?’

‘My girlfriend sir.’

‘His girlfriend!’ White seemed to see Steve’s response as a joke, and shared it with Graves and Hollingham.

‘What’s so important about this appointment with your girlfriend that you’re in such a rush to get out of school?’

Steve didn’t answer. How could he?

‘Tell me,’ White insisted.

Still Steve said nothing.

‘Answer me boy, or I will beat you! And by the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll be so desperate to tell me, you’ll scream it so loud the world will hear!’

‘She’s promised sir,’ Steve said quietly.

‘Promised? Promised what?’

‘Oh God!’ Steve thought. ‘I can’t tell him. This is so fucking embarrassing!’

‘Promised what?!’

‘Promised to let me…’ Steve whispered and then hesitated.

‘Well, well,’ White grinned. ‘Mr Becket is on a promise gentlemen. His girlfriend has promised to give the dirty little fucker a shag. What do we think of that?’

‘Good for you Becket!’ Hollingham grinned.

‘Can’t imagine why she’d want to. He’s filthy with mud and sweat,’ Graves sneered.

‘Good point Mr Graves. What have you to say to that Becket?’

‘She won’t mind sir,’ Steve mumbled.

‘Are you sure about that Becket?’ White asked. ‘Can you even imagine what it’s like to shag a young man caked with sweat and mud?’

‘No sir.’

‘Gentleman, perhaps we should raise Becket’s awareness. Mr Hollingham,’ White turned to his colleague, ‘perhaps you’ll oblige us?’

The economics teacher stepped out from behind the desk to one side. He was still in the t-shirt and tracksuit trousers he had worn out on the pitch, but his feet were bare.

‘Certainly Mr White, happy to.’

Hollingham reached up behind his head and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt. Raising his arms, he pulled the shirt over his head.

Steve couldn’t help but appreciate Hollingham’s physique. The muscles in his arms, chest and belly were taut and defined. But for the sweat-matted hair in each of his armpits, his torso was smooth. His small nipples stood out sharply against the otherwise rounded contours.

Hollingham lowered his arms and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his tracksuit trousers. Loosening the waist he slid them over his slim hips, down his smooth muscular thighs, stepping out of them as he went. He threw them on the floor to join his t-shirt and stood up straight, looking directly into Steve’s eyes.

Steve couldn’t help it. He knew he should return and retain the stare, but the compulsion to look down was instinctive. His eyes found the full pouch of a white jockstrap. He raised his gaze slowly, tracing his way back up the torso, finally coming to rest back on Hollingham’s face, which was now sporting the faintest of grins.

White rose from his chair and walked around his desk to stand behind Steve.

‘Ow!’

Suddenly Steve felt White’s hand grab at the dark curly hair at the back of his head and pull it hard.

‘Let’s check out how pleasant it is to be confronted with a sweaty male body shall we?’ White said menacingly.

He forcibly marched Steve forward towards Hollingham. As they approached, the teacher raised his left arm above his head, revealing again the sweat-matted armpit. White thrust Steve forward, forcing his face into the pit. Steve tried to resist. Forgetting to hide his manhood, he put both hands out in front of him, grabbing at anything to stop what was happening. Of course all he could find was Hollingham’s torso – one hand coming to rest on his teacher’s left rib cage and the other on his right pectoral muscle.

‘Go on Becket, smell it,’ White commanded. ‘Let me hear you sniff.’

Steve obeyed. The smell was strong, slightly rancid, musky, but actually not unpleasant.

‘You think your girlfriend will enjoy that?’ White asked.

He released the grip slightly on Steve’s hair, allowing him to pull away from the sweaty armpit and respond.

‘It’s not so bad sir.’

‘Not so bad eh? Let’s give the boy the full experience. Mr Hollingham?’

Hollingham reached back for a tall stool that stood behind him. He positioned it so that it was directly in front of him, and proceeded to bend over it, lying across it and spreading his legs apart behind him.

Still pulling on Steve’s hair, White walked him round to stand behind the prostrate teacher. Steve looked down at Hollingham’s bare arse before him, framed on three sides by the straps of his underwear. The cheeks were separated by the parted legs and Steve could see into the dark orifice. He couldn’t help noticing the lack of hair. He knew his arsehole was hairy. His arse cheeks were hairy. There was a trail of dark hair from his navel, spreading as it approached the base of his cock. There was a soft down covering his cum-filled balls, and the hair spread on down the muscles of his thighs to his ankles. But Hollingham was entirely smooth. Not a hair in sight.

‘Smell it!’

‘What sir?’

‘Smell it boy!’ White pulled Steve’s hair hard, eliciting a yelp, as he thrust his head forward, making the boy bend at the waist. Once again Steve tried to resist. And once again Hollingham was his only means of purchase. Without helping himself, each of his hands came to rest on Hollingham’s muscled, smooth arse cheeks. This simply succeeded in spreading the economics teacher’s butt cheeks further apart, exposing his tightly clenched arsehole. Steve found his face forced between these cheeks. The tip of his nose coming to rest against the tight pucker.

‘Smell it!’ the command came again. ‘Let me hear you sniff!’

Again Steve obeyed.

This time the smell was quite different. Again musky, but manly. Steve recognised it as the smell of the locker room. The smell he had, up until this moment, always associated with sweaty bollocks.

‘Lick it!’ A new command. ‘Lick it!!’

Steve didn’t want to, but the pain on the back of his head was really intense. It felt as if his hair was being pulled out by the roots.

‘LICK IT!!’

Steve tentatively poked out his tongue. It came into contact with the teacher’s arse. First he became aware of the sweaty, slightly slimy surface. The folds of puckered skin. But it was also smooth and incredibly soft. The taste was like nothing he’d tasted before. Again he was taken by surprise to find that it wasn’t unpleasant. He licked with more purpose, swiping the flat surface of his tongue over soft folds of skin. He felt the muscles twitch as he did this and discovered the tip of his tongue had become lightly trapped in the shivering hole.

‘Well?’

His hair and head were yanked sharply backwards and he was pulled up to a standing position, looking down on the wet hole he had left behind.

‘You think that’s acceptable for your girlfriend? Foul smelling armpits. Filthy, sweaty arsehole. I think she deserves better than that.’

‘Yes sir,’ Steve mumbled.

‘Do you know what that sort of behaviour deserves Becket?’ White growled.

‘No sir.’

‘This.’

Steve was dragged forcibly out of the way as White’s free hand came down with a hard, echoing slap on Hollingham’s arse. A red imprint of the hand immediately coloured into view. Hollingham’s body jerked forward, but otherwise he didn’t move.

‘You see Becket, personal hygiene is very important. Not just for your own health, but also for the well-being of those around us. I will not have a man on my team who’s un-clean!’ Each syllable was punctuated by a slap on Hollingham’s arse cheeks. ‘Not a coach or a pupil!’ Two more slaps emphasised White’s conviction.

Steve was standing to one side of the virtually naked, bent-over teacher. He could see the soft smile on his face. The closed eyes. And the slight wriggle of his arse cheeks after each beating.

‘Thank you Mr Hollingham,’ White said.

Hollingham arose from the stool and stood up straight, stretching his muscles from his previously prone position.

‘The final point needs to be made I think,’ White said.

Hollingham hooked his thumbs into the wide waistband of his jockstrap and slid it over his hips. A sparse, neatly clipped patch of pubic hair came into view. The waistband continued its journey down. Next Steve saw the root of a thick cock, which sprang forward as soon as it was released. Not hard, but well on the way. Then a low-hanging ball-sack swung free. Totally hairless. Containing a large pair of balls.

Hollingham slid the jock strap over his smooth thighs, and proceeded to step through the straps. Bunching it in his fist he handed it to the games master. White took it and thrust it into Steve’s face. He instinctively pulled back, but White ground the item of clothing over his nose and mouth by holding the back of his head with his other hand.

Steve inhaled. The smell was amazing. That locker room aroma again. The one that made him feel at home, safe…and yes…kind of turned on.

White released his hold on the boy and Steve’s head fell forward. He looked down at his cock. It was semi-erect, and was pointing towards the similarly semi-erect cock of the economics teacher standing in front of him.

‘So what’s the answer Becket? What’s the answer Mr Hollingham?’ White asked.

‘Shower!’ Both young men answered in unison.

‘Come Mr Graves, let’s get these lads clean,’ White said.

Steve had forgotten about Graves. He turned to look across the office. Graves stood there stark naked. He was thin and wiry. Very little muscle definition. There was a thin patch of hair in the centre of his chest, then nothing until Steve’s gaze came to a thick patch of rather unkempt pubic hair that almost concealed his balls, but couldn’t hide the long, thin erect cock that was reaching back up to the man’s navel.

Steve looked away, embarrassed, only to find his view now taking in the senior coach. White was stripping his clothes. He was already topless, and Steve couldn’t help but admire the muscled chest and ripped stomach, spread with dark hair. With no inhibitions the rest of his clothing followed. The older man straightened up and stood strong with his legs spread. He was a solid bulk of hard muscle. His thick, veined cock arched out over a massive ball-sack, surrounded by neatly clipped pubes.

Steve looked around him. He couldn’t believe the situation he found himself in. Here he was standing stark naked, surrounded by his three games masters, each sporting a full, or semi-hardon. Thoughts of his appointment with his girlfriend had vanished. His entire focus was on this moment. He wasn’t gay – so why was he turned on? He wasn’t gay – so why was he excited by the prospect of what would happen next?

White led the way out of the office. One by one the three men and boy entered the communal showers. Soon the hot water was gushing out of all the showerheads, and the steam was rising. White and Graves took charge. Both Steve and Hollingham were positioned under the cascading water, soaking them thoroughly. They faced each other and Steve watched as Graves applied soap to Hollingham’s muscled chest, simultaneously feeling White’s big strong hands replicating the same action on his own body. Soap was lathered into their hair; spread over their faces; massaged into their necks and shoulders; down their backs; reaching through and soaping their arms and pits; sliding over their pectorals; down over their washboard stomachs and into their pubic bushes. Both young men moaned as their stiff cocks were massaged and their balls squeezed. Hands slid through behind their balls up into their arse cracks. Rigid fingers slipped into their twitching holes. The moans grew louder. Legs were lathered as the two cleansers knelt before them.

The water showered down on them and the suds ran down their young bodies, leaving their hard flesh shining and wet. Both gasped simultaneously as the two games masters closed their hot mouths over their hard cocks. Steve mimicked Hollingham’s hip thrusts as he buried his cock into Mr White’s mouth. He couldn’t believe the sensation. It was incredible. But what made it more incredible was watching Graves replicate White’s actions on the young teacher opposite.

Both White and Graves moved around behind their victims, leaving the now clean athletes to look into each other’s eyes. Hollingham leaned forward. He reached out and clasped the back of Steve’s neck, making him also lean forward. It seemed natural for them to kiss. Hard and passionate. The kiss broke as both felt a tongue burrowing into their arsehole, soon to be followed by a finger, and then fingers. They leaned against each other in ecstasy, gasping for air. Steve felt the assault on his arse stop. Water gushed down his arse crack and over his hole. Then he felt the blunt head of White cock pressing against it. For the first time he was a little scared. He pulled away from Hollingham slightly and looked into his face for reassurance.

‘It’s OK. Just relax and enjoy it,’ Hollingham smiled kindly at him, reaching forward and pulling him back into another passionate kiss.

For a second Steve was distracted. This was enough for White to pierce through the muscle of his hole and work the head of his cock inside.

‘Aaargh!’ Steve went rigid and called out.

Hollingham pulled him back to a kiss, stroking his face, neck, shoulders and chest. Steve realised that Hollingham’s thrusting movements were induced by the hard fucking he was receiving from Graves. He could feel White’s cock sliding into his hole. It was huge. Filling him up. Making him feel abandoned and carefree. He felt the pressure of White’s pelvis against his arse. This must mean he was all the way in. It felt amazing!

White very slowly and carefully started to fuck Steve, building pace so he was soon ramming into the boy.

‘Aaaargh!’

‘Aaaargh!’

The ecstatic yells of the two young men echoed around the tiled walls of the shower.

Steve looked down at Hollingham’s throbbing cock, thrashing around under the force of Graves’ actions. He could feel his own cock slapping against his belly as White shoved into him.

‘Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!’ Both Hollingham and Steve screamed in unison as they shot cum into each other’s faces and left further slashes of white cream across their chests and stomachs. Their arses clenched in orgasm and set both Graves and White beyond the point of no return. Each thrust forward, forcing Steve to lock heads with Hollingham in a rugby scrum manoeuvre. They held this position as the men behind them fucked hard into their arses, squirting cum up inside them. They gasped in unison again as the cocks withdrew and the final jets of hot cum hit the inside of their thighs and ran down their muscled legs.

All four men fell away from each other, collapsing under the steaming, hot, cascading water. The remaining soap suds and cum mingled and ran down the drain. Steve peered through the steam at the three men who had taken him from childhood to manhood. He didn’t give a fuck about his girlfriend. He wanted more. Only this time he wanted to do the fucking. Now who could he persuade to be his first victim?

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Afternoons of standing on a cold muddy rugby pitch, begging the final whistle to blow, led me develop these fantasies. Whatever gets you through it eh?!

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We are vampire hunters. There isn’t a one of us who has not lost a loved one or freind to bloodsuckers.

Vampire hunting is not lucrative. We can not stay in one place and needed a job to pay bills, and put roofs over our head. It was Miss Flo who came up with the idea of a traveling troupe of strippers.

It was a great idea. Our true calling required each of us to be in fantastic shape. Vampires are for the most part incredibly fast. Long hours of martial arts practice, gave us bodies that men and women lusted after. Stripping gave us access to each city at night, when the vamps crawled out of their coffins. It gave us the day to sleep and work out. It provided us with a n income and a cover. Miss Flo is a genius.

We usually watch the news for a city that has a great deal of unexplained murders or missing persons. Occassionally we run up against a serial killer, but mostly we find vamps. So far we have been lucky. Most vamps are territorrial, and work alone. Five guys, if you count Miss Flo, trained in the martial arts, are usually able to take down a lone vamp.

This trip turned out to be an exception.

We arrived at the club Miss Flo had booked us in. The owner was practically drooling over us, and was probably seeing dollar signs over our hard young bodies. The real reason we were here?

There had been an unusual amount of disappearances in the gay comunity. Flo booked us into town when reports of a man completely drained of blood hit the airwaves.

Later that night as we went through our routines, I caught a look from Flo, she rolled her eyes toward the back wall. Doing a bump and grind manuver, I rotated the indicated direction.

A tall sexy looking gent was leaning against the mirror. No reflection was leaning back against him. The vamp, on our first night| How lucky could we get. Then a tall blonde walked up and spoke in his ear. No reflection walked up with him. Okay, we do not much care for two vamps, with their speed, five guys are lucky to come out whole. Then as my set came to an end, and Mark came in to replace me, I saw a sight to chill my very soul. A third non reflecting man walked up to the other two. Those were odds we could not handle. We were going to have to scrap this mission. Three vamps were equal to ten or twelve mortals, even if they are trained vampire hunters.

Back in the dressing room, I told Dan and Kyle what we were up against. This would have to be a straight stripping job, then we had to get out of town. Seems that fate was against us.

That night after our show, when we were ready to head back to our hotel, we came out of the dressing room to find the owner and the three vamps waiting for us. With freinds. Who had no reflections. The original tall dark haired one seemed to be the leader. ‘ SO, you are the vaunted vampire hunters?’ ‘ How does it feel to be coaxed into a trap?’ Meanwhile they spread out around us. Now we never go anywhere unarmed except on stage. (It’s a little hard to conceal weapons in our usual state of undress.) But once in our street clothes, we can conceal all types of things deemed inimical to vampire health. So, although, we were totally outnumbered, we were going to sell our lives dearly.

This vamp, though, outmanuvered us. After dismissing the owner, obviously a slave, he flung a canister on the floor, and a noxious gas came hissing out. Of course not actually needing to breathe, the vamps were immune. Not us. We were out like lights before we knew what happened.

I came to, and found myself strapped naked , in some kind of strange device. My hands were pulled high over my head, and my legs were strapped into stirrups, like in a gynecologist’s exam room. Turning my head I could see each of the team in a similar position. All of us were naked, except Miss Flo. They had strapped her in, still in her panties, bra, wig and fake boobs.

A sound from the corner, caught my attention. There stood five vampires, all totally naked. The leader smiled at me,’ Ah, fabulous, our last guest has come back to join us.’ In a blur all five vampires took up a position in front of us.

‘ We are so glad you took our bait so nicely. After hearing through the grapevine about your escapades, it was decided you needed to be dealt with. No, we can’t have mortals eliminating our bretheren so handily. So a few very good meals, and one drained corpse later, here you are.’

Then he smiled revealing truly large fangs, on a par with the truly large equipment between his legs. ‘ But as you are the mice in the trap, and we are the cats, we can’t resist the urge to play with our prey. So before we feast on your blood, we are going to sate our desires on your bodies.’

With that each vampire placed thier undead cocks at our vulnerable holes, and rammed them into our bodies. And screamed. Amazing what a little holy water douche can do to a vampire cock.

As he moaned in pain and began to dissolve from the cock on, he moaned, ‘Why, How?’ Releasing herself, from the restraints, with her very limber body, Miss Flo answered. ‘Because fag vamps always want to fuck their victims before eating, and because you asshole, Vampires never tip!’

We were loosing power yet again and Jock was getting angry. His eyes were fiery and with his big arms stained with oil and diesel fuel he might have looked really threatening to anyone else. I hadn’t had much time to get to know him. He was like you could say ‘a good solid looking trucker’. I suppose, if I am to be perfectly honest, I had noticed his physique was kind of OK!

‘This is getting fucking dangerous! A truck’s not like a car you know, if you loose power you loose your steering, the lot!’

We coasted as far as we could on to the hard shoulder. At first he just sat there stony-faced, staring straight ahead.

‘What the hell’s the matter with this fucking thing!’ He was thumping the steering in his rage. ‘I told the boss not to go for this model but would he fucking listen?’

‘I reckon it’s air-locked in the main fuel feed. This time let’s look for possible constriction points. To rectify these things you’ve got to analyse them from the bottom up’ I said calmly.

”Constriction points? bottom up?!!’ what the hell are you talking about? Look here boy, when you get an air lock you’ve just got to bleed the bloody thing! You’ve got to get the fluid running man!’ Jock was almost shouting at me as he jumped down form the cab. ‘OK Carl yea I know’ he said trying to collect himself. ‘You’re young and full of ideas.’ Then turning to me and putting his hands on his hips ‘That’s the trouble with these colleges, they stuff you full of theories and diagrams, I bet’ he laughed. ‘well I suppose that’s why they put you guys out for work with us for experience; anyway it puts you in touch with real world. Which is what this useless heap is all about!!’ he said regaining his fury and kicking one of the wheels.

I did point out to him I wasn’t a ‘boy’ but rather a nineteen year old college student but it went on like this, we must have bled the fuel a dozen times. Eventually we had to get a breakdown service to put things right so we were very late.

‘We’ll just have to spend the night somewhere. There’s a motel a few miles up the road we can try that’ Jock had calmed down and seemed resigned to things like it wasn’t his fault and so it didn’t matter.

‘Any chance of any rooms for the night?’ he asked the female receptionist.

‘Er let me see…..a double’s all we’ve got left now I’m afraid sir’

‘Yea that’s just fine we’ll take that before it goes then!’ It wasn’t as if this was the only place in town. There were lots of guest houses and B&Bs so I was quite surprised at the way Jock accepted so easily.

‘Yea well if that’s OK with you, just sign in here and I’ll get the room key for you’ replied the girl in a monotone and without even looking up.

So we got to the room and Jock was trying to open the door with the key card. Eventually he let me do it muttering ‘I can’t be done with these damned electronic things!’ then, when we went inside, he suddenly started looking perplexed. ‘I thought she said a double room but there’s only one bed’ he looked around vaguely as if he might find another one.

‘A double room means you get a double bed. If you wanted two beds you should ask for a twin room. Didn’t you know that?’ but Jock just looked blankly, a bit like when the truck engine failed. ‘Look I’m really sorry Jock this is a misunderstanding, I thought you knew and you wouldn’t mind sharing the bed but I guess the best thing is we go and cancel it and look for somewhere else.’ I went on trying to sound practical rather than being offended.

‘Actually it’s a really nice room’ he said but then after a pause and looking squarely at me ‘But if you think we ought to …er… I mean it’s up to you really!’ he said shrugging his shoulders.

‘No Jock it’s up to you! I knew all along this meant sharing a bed with you and if I minded I would have protested at the desk. Besides you heard what the girl said’.

‘What do you mean? Yea I heard but I didn’t think…. Oh I see yea I did think it was funny how she said she was ‘afraid’ and stuff. I just thought that was normal.’ Jock seemed like the classic case of a guy who is ‘All brawn and no brains’!

‘OK so we’ve got to go and find another place then’ I said firmly. Anyway I didn’t want him going around saying I had tricked him into bed or something.

Jock just stood there looking a bit lost and said simply ‘But here we are; why do we want to go anywhere else?’

‘OK look!’ I said looking squarely at him. ‘If you are OK about sleeping with me because I always sleep in the nude right? I never wear anything in bed, then we stay here. So what do you say?’

Jock had a strange look on his face, as he sort of half looked at me. I hadn’t seen him look like that before but finally he said firmly ‘Yea let’s do it! And er …. yea, I’m going to get my stuff from the cab, shall I bring yours?’

It turned out that Jock always carried overnight things just in case and I had brought a change of clothes as we were going to pick up stuff from a farm so I though I might need them.

The room had an en suite so Jock said he was going to take a shower. I just sat on the bed reading a brochure about some local tourism. I didn’t look up at first but as Jock got more undressed I couldn’t help taking a peep. He was beautifully fit and muscular; his broad shoulders supporting his huge strong arms and bulging biceps; he had such perfect pectorals which looked really firm under the patches of dark hairs on his chest. He didn’t seem to mind me watching and when he finally gripped the elastic of his pants there was no way I could look away. His dick stood out against his bushy pubic hairs. It hung down in a smooth pink curve only partly covering his large dangling balls. He looked so fucking sexy and I could see it swelling and enlarging the more I admired him. It was obvious Jock was no innocent even if he was thick!

He turned to the en suite door and I watched him stride over with big hairy thighs and firm buttocks. I couldn’t read any more. I just sat there with my cock aching hard as I watched the silhouette of his body as he soaped himself. I wished I was in there with him.

But Jock had a towel wrapped around his waist as he came out. ‘Your turn now!’ he said cheerfully so I quickly stripped off in front of him. It gave me a huge thrill to take my pants down in front of such a sexy man. As I walked over to the shower I caught him glancing at me. Then I got this idea!

‘Hey Jock how do you work this thing?’ I said leaning round the shower door. He was up in less than a second.

‘Look I’ll show you’ he said reaching past me but it all went better than I could have planned. In his haste he had grabbed the shower head and broke the plastic holder. ‘Oh sorry I can’t get anything right today!’

‘I’m not so sure about that I said!’ noting the quieter almost intimate tone of his voice. ‘OK Jock now you’ve broken it so now you’ll have to hold it up for me while I shower. You’ll need to come in with me of course won’t you!’ I almost whispered the last sentence. Jock threw off the towel and squeezed into the tiny cubicle with me. There was no way we could have prevented our bodies making contact. I was trying to soap myself but it was difficult to move much. Soon both we were both covered in soap and I could feel his hot manly body against me all soapy and slippery against my skin. He was so hot and sexy and his long cock was huge and rigid. It was sticking up almost vertical and it felt so hot as he brushed against my naked flesh.

I was soaping him all around his genitals they were just so gorgeous. I never thought to ask him if he minded, it just seemed the most natural thing to do. So next I took the shower head from him and as I played it on his cock he started groaning. His big pink knob was pulsating with excitement as I wrapped my lips around it. I really wanted to take it all in my mouth; I wanted to suck every bit of his luscious meat! I tried to take him right down my throat but as I sucked him deep then as I began to taste his precum as it began oozing from his prick.

We had turned the shower off by now and Jock had opened the shower door. It gave him enough room to get at me as I bent over. He was soaping my ass now and I could feel him working his finger inside me. I sensed he was bursting with excitement.

Jock was standing on the bathmat outside when he suddenly grabbed me with all his strength. There was nothing I could do. He was a million times stronger than me! I guess my asshole was still very soapy and oh my!! Jock just thrust right up me really suddenly. He took my breath away he was so huge. It was a bit painful too as he stretched my sphincter to maximum but oh wow!! Man!! What a cock he had. It just felt like I had all his massive muscular body right up inside my bottom. Oh it was so wonderful!

Jock was shafting me like hell, he was ramming my ass with his huge dick. All you could hear was this slurping sound as his piston plunged ever more furiously in and out of my boy-cunt. Jock was fucking me almost obsessively now, panting and sweating profusely as if he were running a marathon. But all the time it was like the pressure was building up.

‘I’m gonna fuck your Sissy ass you Pansy! Oh fuck! you’re going to get it!! Ah! Aahh! Aaaaahhhh!!!!’ With this I felt his whole body shaking as he grabbed my waist with all his strength then I felt him pumping his spunk up my ass. I was such a wonderful feeling these great spurts of warm fuck fluid now flooding my rectum and fertilizing my bottom with his virile sperm. Oh how I loved him at that moment!

I wished it would go on and on but all too soon Jock withdrew his fat hose pipe from my bum hole. He was so sticky and slimy I wanted to suck him again but he seemed to want to walk away.

‘Hey come here Jock I must wash you properly come on!!’

‘Leave me alone I’m quite OK!’ he was in an anti-climax.

‘Come here!’ I shouted

‘Keep you’re voice down you’ll have that girl up here!’

‘Jock you’ve got to me let me clean your cock up. There’s a strict routine if you raw fuck anyone’s ass; you must wash your cock thoroughly and immediately then go and have a piss right? I mean it! Don’t mess around!’ Jock complied sulkily then went and got dressed.

Despite Jock’s frame of mind I had no doubt at all that once he recovered he would be back wanting more. It was obviously a first time for him as he wasn’t really gay at all, or not normally! I felt on cloud nine knowing I had his spunk up my bum. It felt so good!

We looked into the motel restaurant which was huge but half empty. I didn’t fancy plastic tables and hot dogs. ‘Hey let’s look for somewhere a bit better than this.’ I said but Jock was silent. I think I really wanted a romantic meal but some hope of that with him in his present mood! All I could get out of him was a shrug of his shoulders and he was starting to irritate me. I had wanted to say it would have been funny if the girl had come up to our room because I felt so proud of being fucked by this muscle man; I could have gone down the street shouting it out so everyone could hear. But he would not have been amused

We soon found a really nice place with one table free but with places for four persons. So we sat down and ordered but Jock was being infuriatingly silent and sulky. As it happened out table was quite near the entrance and a queue was starting to form of people waiting. So seeing this middle aged couple I offered them to come and sit with us. Jock looked daggers at me but I felt like ‘what the hell’.

They were really nice, you couldn’t help liking them and they soon got Jock into conversation. When he told them about the trouble we had with the truck it turned they knew someone who had similar problems with that model and told us how he could get an upgrade for the fuel filter.

After the meal we had intended to have few beers but the place we were in was a bit crowded and I suggested we looked for somewhere quieter but Jock said he wouldn’t mind going back to the motel as he felt quite tired although it was still only 9pm.

‘OK then’ I said sensing a complete reversal in Jock’s frame of mind. Did I notice a bulge forming in his jeans. He was certainly leading the way at the brisk pace, not like some who was desperately tired! I was beginning to get the measure of this guy.

‘Do I detect stirrings in the pants there Jock? At least you’ve stopped sulking! Ready for another fuck are you!’

‘Shut up boy!! For goodness sake anyone can hear us. Look I’m really sorry about being like that. It’s just that…’.

‘You know what they say don’t you!’ I interrupted him. ‘Only Sissies sulk!’ He flinched as I pinched his bum.

‘And I’ll tell you another thing Jock! When we get back the room it’s going to be different’ Then cheekily coming right up alongside him I whispered in his ear; ‘My prick may be slim but I can slip it up your bum and you know you won’t be able to anything to stop me’

‘For Pete’s sake keep your voice down!’ he whispered huskily.

‘No Jock you just heard it louder than anyone else. Anyway I don’t care if they do! Hey I’m gonna tell the world I’m ready to stuff your tight ass with as much of my student sperm that I can spurt up you’ I said out loud but Jock said nothing to my taunts; he just kept on walking as if he was ignoring me and he had quickened the pace. It was so obvious he wanted it!

When we got to our room I stripped off and lay flat on the bed displaying my naked bum. I was pretending to be passive. He sat down next to me and started stoking my bare buttocks very gently. It annoyed me slightly because I wanted him to ravage me and almost like rape me. I honestly wanted his cock up my ass really bad but he was going to be too slow and I had a very definite ‘Plan B’!

‘I wonder what it feels like getting a guy do your ass like that’ he mused as he stroked me bum.

‘Only one way to find out!’ I replied sharply sitting up. ‘Get your fucking pants off and come here!’ I ordered him and seemingly unaware of what I wanted to do he came and lay next to me still in a mood of wanting to talk.

‘Hey what are you doing?’ he asked warily.

‘Just getting a bar of soap. It’s the best thing to get you lubed up’ I said quickly working a lather into his slit as he lay there.

‘But what the hell are you doing?’ he protested.

‘Getting ready to fuck that tight ass of yours. Jock, you called me a Sissy but over the past hour you’ve behaved like one and that’s why I am going to stuff your man-cunt! You’ll get my Sissy Sperm right up between those hard buttocks. I’m going to force fuck your bottom Jock! And oh yes you’re going to get to know what it feels like!’

My biggest problem after soaping his slit was pushing my prick up him. Jock’s ass was really tight and he had this deep slit between his bum cheeks. He was trying resist my clasping his strong buttocks but my hard dick just slipped in between them. It was so fucking exciting stabbing his Man-Ass with my boy-prick. It took me a good ten minutes of screwing my knob in his anus before at last I made him yield to me. He was so tight, his asshole was really squeezing my penis! It was the first time I had ever fucked such a masculine guy’s ass. He kept clasping his man cunt and I could only manage a few strokes before I found myself loosing control. I thrust as far as I could into his strong bottom. I was kissing his thick manly neck but then suddenly it was too much. I felt my little cock tighten and start to spasm. Oh man I shot my load right up his fucking rectum!! I fertilized him with my boy-dick. I spurted my spunk up him and I could feel the thrill as it gushed from my knob into his manly bum hole.

I felt so good, so proud I had fucked such a strong man. But then I finally got my reward.

‘OK you boy-bitch you’re gonna fucking get it now!!’ He yelled at me and while my cock was still subsiding and oozing a little cum he suddenly threw me on my back, held my ankles and forced my legs right back. How did he know what to do? He must have read it somewhere! But Oh Boy this was it!!

His cock seemed even bigger he was mad at me and gave me no chance to resist as he stuffed his massive meat straight up my bottom. This time he was on top of me. I could see all his superb muscles flexing as he stuffed by ass and rammed me repeatedly with more and more force. He went on and on and each time he seemed to penetrate different parts of me inside. My poor gland which had just performed to send my sperm up his was taking a hammering. He was overpowering my manhood; I was being totally feminised by his massive cock.

‘I’m gonna fuck your Sissy Chick ass you Wimp! You want to know who’s the man here! You’re about to find out! You gonna get it!! You gonna get it!! You gonna get it!!! He was shouting and pounding my ass harder and harder. He didn’t seem to notice how the headboard of bed was banging on the wall. If ever that girl might come up it would be now.

But Jock was totally wild at me and just as he was starting to shoot up my bum there was a great crash and the whole bed collapsed. We lay there still in copulation with his dick well up his ass and delivering as we both burst out laughing.

‘I’ll admit one thing Jock, you certainly do know all about ‘getting the fluid running’ and you did it ‘from the bottom up’ but you’ll have to go and tell that girl about it now!’ I giggled but there was no time for sulking as Jock who confessed to being a joiner tried to put his trade back on track by fixing the bed.

‘OK here’s the deal; why don’t we just go out and get a few beers. We’ll come back, you will want to fuck me again and either you fix that bed or I’ll tell the girl.’

Jock was himself again now or should I say better than he was. What had I done to him?

We agreed on the deal and went out.

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Being a letter carrier is usually totally boring. For the most part we just go to the same houses every day and see the same people every day. But every now and again something comes along to shake up the monotony. Sometimes for me it’s as simple as seeing a particularily hot customer with his shirt off. Occasionally I’ll even get to see one at the door in nothing but his bvds. It’s kind of cute the way they crack open the door to see who it is, see it’s just another guy at the door, then step back, open the door, never expecting that the glimpse they would hide from a woman, got me just as excited.

Now one glimpse I got was an accident… I think. One of my customers opened the door in his robe. As he stepped out to sign for his package, the belt of his robe caught on the door handle, untying, and pulled his robe open. There was a short moment of shock, before he yanked it closed again, but I got a real treat. There before me was a nice body, a nice amount of body hair and a nice set of dick and balls. He apologized profusely, all the while I wanted to ask him to do it again.

After that, I guess I paid more attention to his mail. I began to notice that some of his catalogs were more what I’d expect a gay man to order from. I didn’t put too much thought to it as he was definitely married. His wife, for some reason started chatting me up and telling me way more about their relationship than she should. Then I started noticing them walking about the neighborhood as the weather turned nicer. She dressed a bit like an old fashioned movie star. Big hats, pedal pushers, dark sunglasses. He always wore the tightest, faded jeans, that clung to his fine bubble butt like I would given half the chance.

Still, other than enjoying the view, I would never get involved with a customer. Too much chance for a bad ending. So I just enjoyed the fantasies and kept my dick in my pants. Eventually I left that route for one in another part of the city.

Now, while I am pretty strictly gay, I do have one quirky fantasy. I finally got the courage to go online and try to find some people who were into the fantasy. I was amazed at the number of people who practiced this sex game. I get into watching women put on a strap on and fuck their man in the ass.

One couple seemed very interested in meeting me. I did not recognize them from their photo, and since we were going to meet publically it seemed worthwhile to meet. After all I could just turn and walk away.

Imagine my surprise when they turned out to be my old customers. The pictures must have been from a time from before his hair turned grey. I knew his grey hair was premature, because I doubt he was much over thirtyfive. Suddenly a few of the catalogs and packages fell into place. There was a bit of embarrassed shuffling about, then his wife braved the subject. They had recognized my photo and her husband had always had a thing for me. Finding me online had been too good to pass up. My quirky little fantasy, turned them both on. The catch was, I was expected to participate. I had explained online, that I was not interested in having a strap on used on me by a woman, or in fucking one. They put my mind at ease. She wanted me to watch her fuck him, then she wanted to watch me fuck him. So I went back to their house with them.

I was not prepared for what hid behind their basement door. They had all manner of restraining devices, and a box full of dongs in many sizes, including a couple that made me blanch. And the thought of watching any one of those sliding up the husbands hole made my dick so hard it hurt.

She took the initiative right away. While we stayed clothed she mad her husband strip down to his undershorts. She then asked me to check him out to see if I liked what was being offered. He had a lean muscled body, and a nice thatch of chest hair that tapered in a treasure trail into his breifs. Nice hairy legs and a nice sized pouch made me want to touch, but I held back. She was running the show, not me.

She made him lie down on a table and secured him to it with wrist straps. Then she pulled out a wicked looking switchblade. She laughed at my suddenly wary look, then proceeded to cut off his breifs, baring his rock hard dick and fat round balls. She then began stripping off her clothes. Underneath she was wearing tight leather bra and panties. She pulled a harness off the wall and selected a moderately sized dong from the box. She made a big show of putting them together and sliding them into place. I had never thought a woman could make me hot, but the thought of what she was doing had my dick throbbing in anticipation. She pulled down some restraints attached to a pulley,put them around his lower thighs and used them to pull his legs up and back, exposing his hairy crack and hole.

She put some popper juice on a rag and held it to his face, while running her finger up and down his crack. When he bagan to moan and push against her hand, she poured some oil into that nice black hair and began rubbing it against his hole. She beckoned me closer, took my hand and rubbed it up and down his oily crack until my hand was slick. Then she folded back all of my fingers except one, held it against his pucker, and gave him another hit of poppers. Still using my finger she moved it all around the edge of his pucker while he moaned and wriggled his ass around. Then she guided my finger to the center of his hole and pushed it in to the hilt. Her husband gasped then started riding my finger hard.

Up and down his ass pumped. Then she let go of my hand, and wormed her finger in along side of mine. God, it was so hot feeling his hot insides and her finger twined with mine as he rode them both. All the while he hardly took his eyes off of me. She played to that and began asking him if he was ready to see my dick. Did he want to suck on it, did he want to feel it up his butt. He moaned yes to every question. She pulled her finger out, and came around behind me. As she unbuckled my belt she ordered him to stop moving and me to slip another finger up his hole. As she open my pants and pulled them down, she ordered a third finger up his ass. He could barely hold himself from riding my fingers. His eyes never left my dick straining in my shorts, as she pulled them down. My dick caught in the material, then sprang free, slapping against my hairy belly. Still he held himself, not moving inpaled on my fingers, his asshole flexing around them, in tandem with the pulse of his heart.

Then she went around to his head and layed the head of her rubber cock on his lips. Eyes still on me, he sucked in the head and began working that dong like a pro. She leaned over and grasping my wrist began to move my three fingers in and out of him slowly. When he tried to move, she slapped him on the belly. When she thought he was opened enough she pulled my hand away, pulled out of his mouth and went to stand behind his upturned ass. She oiled up her shaft and laid it against his oiled hole. She gave him another hit, and when she thought he was ready, rammed the entire seven or eight inches all of the way up his hole. I was startled, most videos I’d seen with strap ons, the woman barely pops in the head. Not her, she was a rammer. My cock jumped and started oozing, she smiled, and ran her fingers over it, then told me to plug her husband’s mouth. The man went at my dick like it was the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth. Meanwhile I had a great view as she slid her dildo in and out of him hard. The sounds of skin slapping skin was almost brutal. His whole body was jolted with each thrust forcing my dick deep in his throat. I pulled out, after a while, I wasn’t ready to come just yet. She pulled out too, and left him moaning, as she walked back to the toy box. Then she pulled out another dildo. This one was huge. She handed it to me with the oil. As I oiled it up she shed her harness, prick and panties. Then she took my hand with the dildo, and placed the head against his hole. She told me to ease it in slow while she watched. As his whole slowly swallowed that giant she started playing with her clit. When it was all the way in, she picked up a vibrator and started using it on his balls. Soon I was ramming that monster in and out of his guts, while he bucked and thrashed on the table. My dick got so hard I thought it would burst out of it’s foreskin. Then she put a condom on my dick, pulled out the dildo and guided me into his ass. It should have been open and sloppy but it clamped down on me as tight as I could wish. I pumped my self into him as hard as I could , he met every thrust, and she worked herself into a frenzy. Then he was throwing his head back, his come was flying out and his hole was clamping down like a vise. A few more pumps and I joined him, while next to us his wife let out a screech and came in her hand.

Since then, we have gotten together every now and then. It’s always good, but never as mind blowing as that first time. I’ve had a few more encounters with other couples, but they didn’t have the rawness of my old postal customers. Eventually, she left him, looking for new holes to plow, I imagine. I haven’t seen either of them since they moved away. But they left me with one hell of a memory.

We didn’t sleep much at all last night. I knew Steve woke up around two or so and was sitting up in bed, messing with his iPhone. I saw the light of the screen when I opened my eyes and I sat up and said ‘what’s going on, honey?’ and he said he couldn’t sleep – too much excitement about our wedding ceremony later that morning. I stayed up with him for awhile and we cuddled and even fooled around a little bit and finally fell back asleep. We both awoke startled by the loud alarm we had set and the wake up call that followed at 7:30.
After ordering room service and showering, we both got dressed for the big day. We called the moms and planned to meet them in the lobby at 9:15 for the drive over to where the Justice of the Peace we hired has her office. I got dressed in my new dark gray suit – a suit Steve helped me pick out just two weeks ago – narrow legged trousers and a narrow jacket; I found this great purple dress shirt that looked just perfect with it and my new black shoes. I felt different – I don’t normally diverge from my jeans and t-shirt uniform. Steve wore this black suit that he has that he looks irresistible in – his legs look a mile long in the trousers and that makes me crazy! He had on a great vintage tuxedo shirt underneath and these square-toed black boots that I wish he wore more often – they are so hot on him. We met my mother and Mia downstairs in the lobby – my mom had on a really nice purple dress and Mia was in red. We got into the car and drove to see our JOP with marriage license in hand and the notes we planned to give each other.
We arrived sort of early and checked in with her secretary. I found this JOP on a web site that lists gay-friendly JOPs in the states that have legal marriage – there were even ratings and comments on the site. She was one of three I contacted and seemed to be the kindest one of all three I spoke with plus she had the day open that we wanted. We were scheduled for 10 a.m. but as we sat there silently in the waiting area, her secretary told her that we could start earlier if we wanted to. It was about 9:45 and we were getting married!
We went in to her office and she was a congenial, sweet lady – probably in her late 60s. She said some nice things to get us relaxed as she could see we were both nervous. She told us what a handsome couple we were and how she was so glad that she could make this day happen for us.
The script she had emailed me was pretty traditional and we liked it so we kept the whole ‘We are gathered here today…’ stuff and we faced each other, holding hands and locking eyes. I could see such love and warmth in Steve’s eyes and it made mine water up just a little bit – this was really happening and I felt so blessed. He squeezed my hands a little tighter, the further she got with her words. We said our ‘I do’s’ and he was nearly cutting off my circulation, his grip was so tight on me. She paused at this point and said ‘So you both have something you’ve written to each other? We nodded. ‘Have you read them yet?’ and we shook our heads. ‘Would you like to read them out loud to each other?’ And we looked at each other and nodded. She asked who wanted to go first and we both froze. Finally, I said I would.
Here’s what I wrote…

‘Dear Steve,
When we met about three years ago, I fell in love with you right away. I knew, however, that you were not ready to take that big step of coming out and accepting who you were. I could see the strings pulling you back and forth – and the pressure you felt. I could also see, though, the absolute love you felt for me in your eyes and the distress you felt with where you were then and where you could be if you would take the risk. After you left, I woke up one morning and recalled a dream I had. In the dream, you came back to me for a moment and told me to wait for you. I waited and time went forward in the dream and you kept your word. I got through my days after that by telling myself that sometimes a dream can come true. Every day, I would think about that and sometimes listen to the Johnny Cash song ‘I Still Miss Someone’:
I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
The night you did come back, two years later, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t still asleep.
When you kissed me, I knew then that you were back for good. How lucky am I that my dream did come true. How lucky am i that i get to live with you and spend every night with you, holding you close to me. How lucky am i that i can stare into your bright blue eyes every morning and see love in them. How lucky am i that i can see your perfect smile when i make you laugh. How lucky am i that we can share a beautiful house together. How lucky am i that i have a partner to experience all the things in life with – good and bad. How lucky am i that you let me see you when you’re most vulnerable and you trust me. How lucky am i that you do the same for me. How lucky am i that i know you will keep me out of harm’s way. How lucky am I that I know you are there for me – no matter what it is. How lucky am i that we have the so many things we love – the same obsessions and we can talk about them endlessly. How lucky am i that i found my soulmate. I am finally at peace. I love you, my steve. forever. After today we will begin a new journey together. i can’t wait.’

None of us could keep our composure at this point, but we went on and it was his turn:

‘Dear Mark,
Today I am so grateful. I was grateful when I first met you but I was filled with fear of the unknown. I am forever grateful that when I got over that fear and walked back into your life that you took me back. I am so grateful that you still felt for me what I still felt for you and you showed me that. I am so grateful that you opened your heart and soul to me and let me in. I am so grateful that you take care of me, and us, and encourage me to be who I am. I am so grateful that you listen to me when I’m sad, hold me, wipe my tears and support me through the good and the bad. I am so grateful that we can share our wants, desires, dreams, ambitions, as well as our fears. I am so grateful that you asked me to marry you and that we can take this step and seal ourselves together for eternity. I love you more than life and I can’t imagine a day without seeing your smile, your warm eyes, kissing your soft lips. I can’t imagine a night where I am not wrapped in your arms, falling asleep and knowing that you’ll be there in the morning. I look forward now, to always holding your strong hands as we take on the world together. I am yours and you are mine forever.’

When we both were able to stop sobbing – we did the ring exchange and she pronounced us married. We kissed and hugged tightly for about a minute and then hugged and kissed our moms and the JOP. Took some pictures and finally left. We stopped in the lobby to make quick calls to everyone who were anxiously awaiting our news.
A fancy lunch with our moms was our next celebration – Mia had arranged a small wedding cake and we had a glass of champagne. After lunch, our moms went on to have a ‘spa day’ we arranged for them through the hotel – so they would be occupied for a few hours (!) – of course, we got a lot of teasing from them for that.
When we got back to the room, Steve picked me up and carried me through the doorway and we laughed. In our room, there were two bottles of champagne – one sent from Jill, one sent from our friends Ron and Andy. We popped open the first one and quickly toasted each other and drank and then Steve grabbed me and started kissing me and taking off my clothes, stopping to place each piece nicely on a chair, alternating with taking off his own clothes. Pretty quickly we were standing together kissing madly, pressing our bodies together and drinking champagne and quietly looking at each other’s faces. The light peeking through the curtains in the room caught Steve’s eyes and they were dazzling to me – you could see the happiness and love in them and I began to melt right there – having to hold on to him before I lost my balance.
He took my glass and put both on a nightstand and took my hand and led me to the bed and we sat down. He held my face and said ‘I love you so much I can’t stand it’ and gently pushed me back on the bed and straddled me and started kissing me really hard, sucking on my tongue and biting my neck and grabbing my hair and then wrapping his arms around me and rolling me on top of him. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my thigh, trying desperately to free itself and stand up on its own, while my own cock was pushing against his stomach. He moved his body up and down just slightly, enough to make me moan from the friction against his soft skin and hard muscles and I started kissing him and moving my head down to kiss him all over his chest and I moved a bit so I was sort of diagonally laying on him so I could rub my hard cock against his.
He grabbed me and sighed and started rubbing against me and grabbing my ass while I started biting his nipples and then he rolled us over so he was on top of me and then he got off and he straddled me and knelt over my head and he reached over to grab some lube and I grabbed his ass and started sucking on his balls and making my way up to his ass and started licking him and fucking his ass with my tongue and he was moaning but he managed to put some lube on his fingers and he started putting his fingers in me and licking the underside of my cock and lightly sucking on my shaft and we were both moaning a bit. Then he climbed off me and went between my legs and started fingering me pretty furiously while he managed to get some lube on himself and started fingering himself. I was lifting my hips and moaning pretty loudly.
He stopped briefly and climbed on top of me and simultaneously sat on my cock while he put his fingers back in me and started using two fingers to massage my prostate and pushed himself down on my cock and rocked his hips back and forth and I was moaning so loudly. He apparently was able to hit his own spot while he was rocking on my cock because he started moaning really loudly, too, and all of a sudden he yelled ‘God, I’m going to come!’ and I was speechless and I felt myself starting to build his incredible orgasm and I think I was panting and I felt myself come really hard into his ass while he came nearly simultaneously and shot his load all over my chest and my face and it seemed to keep going on for both of us for a long minute. He leaned down, my cock still inside him and put his arms around my chest and my head was against his neck and I rested my lips against his shoulder and he buried his nose in my hair and we lay there, both panting and not saying anything.
He climbed off me and we stayed in the same position, holding each other tightly and were held together by our sweat and the cum all over my chest and I could feel his heart beating against me and he sighed and wouldn’t let me go.
We heard one of our phones buzzing which sort of snapped us back to reality but we didn’t answer. We sat up and got our glasses of champagne and sat next to each other, against the headboard and looked at our hands with our new wedding bands on behind our engagement bands and I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head and ruffled my hair.
We sat silently for awhile, maybe another twenty minutes, enjoying champagne, talking about how intense the morning was and how incredible it was and then I started to get aroused and we made love again, pushing ourselves to another high until we collapsed and both fell asleep, an empty bottle of champagne on the nightstand, two drained glasses on the floor and two lovers, now sealed together, wrapped up in each other, at peace.

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McCormack surveyed the stripper’s booth. Sexy young athlete Scott entered from the shop side and a small crowd of women started through the window at the scene. They laughed themselves silly when they saw Scott’s ludicrous and embarrassing fruit costume. He stood on a small mirror disc about two feet wide, set in the centre of synthetic grass draped over orange crates. Fruit of various shapes decorated the grass. At the front of the booth, the words ‘MY FRUIT IS GOOD FOR YOU’ were emblazoned.

Poor Scott had no idea who was looking through the one-way mirror at him, and McCormack went round the back to call at him to start bumping and grinding and to put on a real sexy show for the ladies, stripping to full nudity over 40 minutes before he could take a breather.

‘It’ll bring a touch of fun and titillation to the store, and you are going to be providing it son,’ he laughed, as he started up the dancing music, all of it fruit related, of course, and starting with Prince’s ‘Peach’, then the ‘Banana Splits’ theme, U2’s ‘Lemon’, a bit of ‘Cherry Oh Baby’ and so on. The excited lady shoppers burst into the store as Andy White re-opened the store and rushed straight up to Scott’s stripper booth to see him tease them with his sexy routine and shout ‘Off Off Off’ at him. They giggled as he was forced to reveal his sexy, athletic figure piecemeal. They clapped and stamped their feet.

They squealed in unison as he eventually got down to just his strawberry shaped jockstrap. One of the women shoppers almost laughed herself silly at that site, but of course McCormack was loving the embarrassment the horny-looking lad was put through. The only thing that concerned him was that while the show was going on, nobody was doing any shopping. He hated to see profits down, so he signalled to the lad to get on with it and whip his jockstrap off. Plenty of oohs and aahs and more laughter as the red jock came off and Scott’s giant cock, decorated with the chrome ring in the bell end, was revealed. Scott shook his beautiful bubble butt dressed only in purple trainers, lime green sports socks and a peach coloured baseball cap. The show was starting to get even ruder as Scott’s penis got taut and started to erect. The women pointed and whistled.

‘Wank it off!’ shouted one older woman.

‘Yeh show us yer spunk’ jeered another.

McCormack was amused that they wanted the show to go that far and decided yet again that the store had to be closed if he was now going to do a wank show. It was too much. Those inside the store now knew what they were getting into and they wanted to see the boy embarrass himself my jerking his cock. He looked amazed to see them banging on the window of his booth, laughing hysterically, as McCormack put the store closed sign up, pulled down the shutters and motioned to Scott to wank off. As he turned the ‘open’ sign to closed, he saw a couple of furious women in their fifties with the two girls who had earlier witnessed Dale’s performance in the kilt as personal shopper. Well, person in-store sex showboy, more like. They wanted to complain about him and the goings on and demanded to be let in. McCormack let them in and took the two girls and their mothers up the back way to his office. One of the women let out a secret ‘yessss’ and they stifled a giggle. They secretly hoped that they were going to get to see what their daughters had seen. All of them wanted to see Dale’s cock under that kilt again.

Meanwhile Scott’s penis was at full erection and he was sneering cockily at the women from the inside of his little arena. All the women clapped in unison as the insolent lad whacked away on his cock. Without warning he bucked his hips and cum spat out of his balls. Wads of hot cum splattered up the sides of the glass booth and then right up the boy’s tight, smooth chest, where it dribbled down lewdly towards his smooth abs. A round of applause and more laughter. Scott teased them even more by scraping up some cum and having a taste of what he had just produced.

At that, Andy White let down the ‘Juicy Fruit’ purple curtain at the front of the booth and ushered the coarse, cheering women away from the show. They jabbered and cackled about the disgusting show boy and talked about coming back again. Andy tipped Scott all of £5 after the women had gone, and took a mobile call from McCormack asking him to bring Dale upstairs to apologise to the women. McCormack was still imagining that they really were there just to complain and he was looking forward to rubbing Dale’s sexy nose in it. Andy soon found Dale in his sexy kilt, ass in the air, stacking bags of flour on a bottom shelf.

‘Oi. Pet Dale,’ barked Andy

‘Yeh?’

‘It’s yes SIR’.

‘Awright. Yes SIR then,’

‘Don’t answer me back boy,’ retorted Andy. ‘Just because you think you’re hot shit. There’s been a complaint about your cock’.

‘Never ‘ad no fookin’ complaints before,’ snorted Dale, sneering as Andy caught a glimpse of his big, juicy athletic ass beneath the kilt.

‘Nevertheless,’ continued Andy, ‘I think it best we put you in a shorter kilt to see if we can distract them’.

‘No fookin’ way’ protested the shaven-headed thug.

‘Come with me. You know what will happen if you don’t go along with this.’

‘What?’ yelled Dale, forgetting yet again.

‘I will turn you in and you’ll do time, mate, that’s what. Anyway. £10 bonus for wearing a short kilt all day’.

‘I’ll do it’. Acquiescence for a bit of cash was a quick fix. Andy was going to enjoy this and went to fit the lad up in a short tartan kilt that barely covered his cock and ass. In his construction boots and white vest he looked jaw-droppingly sexy. No underpants. Every time he took a step the kilt revealed either the end of his cock or a swathe of athletic ass or both.

The complaining women were impatient. Dale’s heart pounded as he was led into the office and the lascivious women eyed him from top to toe in his scrumptious, sexy kit. McCormack winked at Andy when he saw the short kilt, as if to say ‘Nice one, mate’.

‘These ladies are here with their daughters to complain about the behaviour earlier today when you were shopping for Mr McCreadie. They would like an apology. So go on, give them one’. One of the mothers sniggered, thinking how much she’d like him to give her one. The 5’8′

piece of tattooed boysex meat started to stammer out an apology.

‘Sorry if I gave any offence’.

‘Tell them what you were doing, lad’, insisted McCormack.

‘I was shoppin’ for that fookin’ poof bloke’, whined Dale.

‘I think you mean our friend Mr McCreadie,’ said Andy ‘Yeah, him’.

‘Well that’s not all you were doing is it?’ McCormack went on. ‘Tell these nice ladies what a disgusting thing you did’.

‘Well you made me…’ blabbered Dale

‘I made you what?’ McCormack interrupted. ‘Go on, apologise for what you did. And get down on one knee’.

The women and their daughters giggled as the sexy lad unknowingly exposed his cock and balls as he bent down on one knee, his left leg high, exposing a large amount of ass flesh as the kilt flapped back.

‘I am sorry.’ blurted Dale

‘Sorry for what’, went on McCormack.

‘Sorry I wanked’. The sexy boi blushed. The women started to get excited and lapped it up.

‘I think you mean ‘masturbated”, McCormack corrected.

‘Masturbated then’, sneered Dale.

‘And what happened then? Tell the ladies and apologise’ said White.

‘I shot cum on the floor. I am really sorry,’ whined the pathetic lad.

‘You are twenty years old and still playing with your penis?’ snorted McCormack.

‘Not normally cos I….’ chirped Dale, eager to proclaim how he could fuck whoever he wanted.

‘It’s pathetic, isn’t it Tanya,’ said one mother to the other.

‘Grown up boy like him pulling on his cock. Makes you sick’.

‘I’m s-s-sorry,’ said Dale again. ‘It wasn’t my fault’.

‘Oh then whose fault is it then? Sammy Davis Junior’s?’ mocked McCormack. Everyone but Dale fell about laughing.

‘Well, then ladies, we are all agreed that this insolent lad should be punished. What sort of punishment are you going to want dished out?’

Dale looked pleadingly at McCormack, realising he was trapped in a room with four women who wanted revenge.

‘Well I think he should admit he’s a dirty little boy who needs a spanking’, ordered Tanya, mock sincerely. McCormack, but not Dale of course, was beginning to realise that the women wanted a show after all.

‘Ask for a spanking then Dale,’ he asked the humiliated lad.

‘Please may I have my ass spanked,’ spat Dale, reluctantly between gritted teeth.

‘You don’t sound like you really want it. Say it again like you mean it,’ yelled McCormack as he got the lad to bend over his knee. He pulled up the kilt over Dale’s athletic, muscled back so that all four ladies would get an eyeful of the painfully sexy ass being thwacked. Dale repeated the request for punishment as McCormack lashed in and dished out the smacks on the naughty pet’s bottom. He made Dale count all twenty strokes as his ass reddened. The punished boy lost count after five — he couldn’t count much higher in any case — and McCormack had to start all over again, much to the hard-faced women’s amusement.

Eventually all 20 spankings had been administered and the punished boy stood up.

‘Let that be a lesson to you’.

‘Sorry sir. I won’t do it again’.

‘Apologise to the ladies, no to me’, barked McCormack. Suddenly McCormack and White heard clinking and banging sounds from the back of the store and went to investigate.

‘You can head out the back ladies, whenever you’re ready. I’m very sorry that pet Dale failed to give satisfactory service this morning’.

And with that, they both headed downstairs, leaving Dale to his fate with the randy women.

‘Twenty quid to wank one off’, barked Tanya’s friend Donna. She was known as dirty Donna around town and had been desperate to see the lad’s cock get hard.

‘Wot?’ said the bemused Dale, who thought stupidly that they had really come to complain. He had no idea what was going on. But then of course he was just a silly pet in a fix.

‘You stupid fucker,’ continued Tanya, as the daughters giggled.

‘We’re gonna give you £20 of our housekeepin’ to see you wank your cock off here. Get it out’.

Once again the embarrassed boy had no choice but to do it. He couldn’t turn down £20.

‘Strip off cuntface’ yelled Donna, lapping it up as the boy took off his vest and kilt. He couldn’t turn down twenty pounds for a quick whack off. Quickly he got his horny cock up and his metal neckchain clanked sexily in time to his wanking fist.

‘Told you mum,’ laughed one of the girls, ‘look at the size of his dick’. Wait till you see him shoot his stuff.

‘Sperm I think you mean,’ cackled Donna.

‘Yeh that’s the stuff,’ laughed Tanya.

Dale was soon at full erection and the women looked eagerly at the young man pleasuring himself.

‘Och he’s makin’ me clitty leak bad,’ squealed Donna. ‘Look at him pump that thing!’

Soon they were encouraging him to have his orgasm in front of them before McCormack came back.

‘Go on shitface, squirt yer doins’ all over yerself’ laughed Tanya, excitedly.

‘Yeah cum all over yer tits you stupid cunt’ yelled Donna.

With that, Dale moaned and his rock hard young penis started to shoot baby batter juice all over his chest. His second cumshot of the day squirted right up over his hard tits and onto his face. Donna couldn’t resist leaning over to grab a handful and lick it up before all four decided to make a run for it.

‘Quick, leg it’ shouted Donna.

‘Wot about my £20?’ yapped Dale, as the cum dribbled down his smooth, Adonis body.

‘Ach ye’ll have te catch us first,’ squealed Donna. ‘Can’t see you’s runnin down the high street after us wi’ spunk all down yer,’

she laughed as the four women headed out into the street. They screamed hysterically as they had just got the stupid wanker to cum for them again and left him there with cum all over himself and not even twenty quid to show for it. Dale thrashed frustratedly at the stupid short kilt and wiped his cum down with the vest. He thought he’d better get back on the floor before McCormack found out and slid his cummy vest back on dejectedly.

Meanwhile downstairs, Andy White and McCormack were shocked to discover pets Davey Dick and Donnie Buchanan at the back of the store, loading crates of beer into the back of a van.

‘Fuck it’s McCormack,’ yelled Donnie, who obviously hadn’t learned his lesson, ‘scarper’. McCormack had mistakenly left the rear delivery gates open and pressed the electronic switch to close them and stop anyone escaping. He ran round to the front of the van to accost the two accomplices in the front.

‘So! Trying to lift my fuckin’ beer are you? Who the hell are you two, anyway?’

‘I’m..er…sorry…sir,’ sputtered the lad in the driving seat, as his mate tried to shy away.

‘Sorry? Sorry? You fuckin’ will be sorry. I wondered where those crates of Supersava lager were going. Fuckin’ full strength, too. Get out of that van and come inside, the lot of you. You realise I could turn you over straight away, don’t you?’

‘Sorry Sir.’

‘Get out.’

McCormack’s jaw hit the floor when he saw the clothes the driving lad was wearing. All he had on was a tight nylon combat vest and matching tight camouflage design pair of swim briefs, a chunky gold chain round his neck, spiky, gelled blond hair, and black army boots with white socks. A right tough little sexy fucker and dumb as could be imagined.

Just what McCormack was looking for.

‘What’s YOUR name, then?’ barked McCormack.

‘Stevie. Stevie McNievey.’ McCormack laughed at the stupid rhyming name as he slapped him hard across the buttocks.

‘Age?’

’18. Nearly 19 sir. 19 next month.’

‘You will do nicely.’ The lad had a perfect, smooth body with pecs and legs well developed for his age and the cutest ass imaginable.

‘Nicely for what sir?’ retorted the idiot boy.

‘You’ll find out. What’s your little mate called?’

‘Adam.’ Adam was a 5’6′ sexy runt of a cocky lad, buzzcut at the side of his head and short, gelled forward on top. He told McCormack he was 19. He was completely bare chested and wore just a tight pair of jeans and Doc Martens, a stud in his left ear and two metal chains dangling round his sexy neck, one with a silver razor blade. A sexy pout and dreamy eyes and a teddy bear tattoo over his right nipple. His abs rippled with anxiety as he took deep breaths and wondered what was going to happen.

‘Right, come with me all four of you.’ McCormack grabbed Stevie and Adam by an ear each and the two pets in their uniforms followed with a forlorn look on their face. Donnie chucked into a metal bin a bottle of lager he had stolen earlier and put in his pocket. He was too stupid to realise that wasn’t going to save him.

‘Where do you live, Stevie?’ asked McCormack.

‘Ain’t got nowhere, been stayin’ at me girlfriend’s on an’ off, or with mates.’

‘Oh, well, you can stay here for a couple of days. That should keep you out of trouble for a bit. Mr White will take care of you. What about you Mr Bigboy cocky shit Adam. Where do you live?’

‘Bunked off the army. Been stayin’ at Stevie’s stepmum’s.’

‘No doubt she’ll be glad to see the back of you for a couple of days while you face your punishment here.’

Punishment? Stevie and Adam looked at each other dumbly. Donnie and Davey looked at each other knowing what the consequences were likely to be.

McCormack led Adam into a room with two bunks at the rear of the stockroom, next to the play room. Stevie was led into the playroom itself. Andy White joined them and wrestled Stevie onto a black leather couch, slapping handcuffs on his wrists, and blindfolding him with the Bunnyboy playboy blindfold.

‘Lovely little toy you got here, Mac!’ jeered Andy. ‘Can’t wait to play with this one!’

‘It’s got big balls and a little snub nose. More of a snout really!’

teased McCormack as Stevie writhed and protested, shouting to be let go.

‘Don’t get excited, boy, we have a lot of work to do,’ went on McCormack as he cupped the boy’s cock and balls and squeezed them.

Stevie flinched.

‘Dirty little fucker, too,’ chorused Andy. ‘I think we should call it the ‘piglet’.’

‘Yeah. Piglet. Nice pair of balls, piglet!’ laughed McCormack, looking forward to playing and tormenting their new piece of sexy boymeat.

They’d look after him, they wouldn’t hurt him, but they wanted their revenge and it was going to be sweet.

‘Right, time for piglet to do a show for us!’ said Andy. Let’s see if he can dance.

‘I can’t dance, I’m tone deaf,’ protested sexy Stevie.

‘You’ll fuckin’ dance if I say you will,’ shouted Andy to the handcuffed, blindfolded boy. ‘Let’s just spike your hair up a bit more to make you look even sexier,’ chuckled Andy as he smeared extra strong gel in the lads hair. He led Stevie over to a four foot square metal plate rigged up to an electric pulser which sent mild electric shocks into whoever stood on it. He looked incredibly juicy as he stood there in his ridiculous camouflage vest and knickers. McCormack played the music.

‘Jump’ by Van Halen. Suddenly the electric current had its effect and the lad was forced to hop about to the music in a very unrhythmic manner.

The two older men laughed themselves hoarse as the lad hopped around and protested. His cock and ass bounced prettily in the tight knickers.

MacCormack pulled them up at the back so that they disappeared up the lad’s ass crack and two globes shook and quivered in the spotlight.

McCormack and Andy looked at each other and decided it was going to be a couple of days watching Stevie and Ryan playing sex games.

‘Let me off this fucking thing!’ screamed Stevie, in obvious pain, as his cock flopped about deliciously in his pants.

‘You had a wank today yet piglet?’ asked McCormack, trying to stifle a giggle, as Stevie leapt about sexily on the metal plate.

‘None of your fuckin’ business!’ retorted Stevie. McCormack turned up the voltage. ‘Ow, ow. No. No, I haven’t fuckin’ wanked. Ain’t fuckin’ had a wank.’

McCormack switched off the current and let the sweaty boy step off the machine. ‘Good, because it will soon be baby Timmy’s feeding time, and I’m going to need you. You’ll come in handy, as it were.’ McCormack chuckled at his own little word play, as Nanny put out a tannoy call to shoppers:

‘Baby Timmy’s bath time show will commence in two minutes.’

Shoppers made their way to the play pen corner to see the next show. Ryan and his mates had been lifting chocolate and a bottle of vodka from the front of the store and heard the announcement.

‘Fuck, Gez is gonna get it again — let’s go and have a look!’ They ran to the back of the store and Gez’s heart sank as he saw them take up prime positions round the front of the pen so they could get a good look.

‘Time to take Timmy’s lovely Snugglies diapers off so he can have a lovely bath,’ announced Nanny, as Andy once again stood by the pile of diapers for sale and pointed out the two for one offer to the ladies gathered behind Ryan and his mates see the young man stripped naked. They cooed and giggled as Nanny detached Gez’s diapers and the nude 20 year old footballer’s ass popped free. His cock swung loose, semi-erect and sexy as hell. Nanny picked up a couple of bright pink inflatable child’s water wings and fixed them one one each arm. He still wore the ridiculous bib and the pacifier hung round his solid, muscled neck.

‘What a tit that fucker looks,’ yelled Ryan, as his mates wolf whistled. Nanny led Gez into the trough at the front of the pen. She turned on a hose at the side of the pen and aimed it at Gez. Warm water jetted out of the nozzle and squirted directly at Gez, who promptly slipped over as the water aimed straight at his crotch at an incredible force. Nanny poured bubble bath in the trough as the pathetic lad slithered and slipped in the bubbly, slick liquid. His gorgeous abs, six pack and pecs glistened as he struggled, and pretty soon he was laying back in three feet of hot, soapy water. He was like a prize fish in a large aquarium. The ladies bent down to see the outline of the sexy boy’s body through the glass panel, his giant cock flopping in the water. Nanny soaped up Gez’s hair and applied shampoo. She took a huge brush and started scrubbing him with the soap. Under his arms and then around his bubble ass and cock. It was enough to give him a huge erection, which made the onlookers literally howl with laughter.

‘Scrub that cunt up good,’ yelled one of Ryan’s mates, feeling up his own crotch absent-mindedly as he did. Gez was stupid enough to ask for something to drink. That was the cue for tea time. There was a large round of applause as Nanny announced bath-time was over and it was time for baby to have his milk. Gez stepped out of the trough to wolf whistles as his enormous erection and flaring purple glans bobbed with each movement.

‘The pervy cunt’s got a friggin’ hard-on lads,’ shouted Ryan.

‘Fuckin’ get a look of that fuckin’ cock girls.’ The girls were loving it. Giggling and discussing with each other the size of Gez’s big cock. Several were moist at the thought of a good fucking from the thing.

Meanwhile, Stevie was being led around the back of the playpen by McCormack. Still handcuffed behind his back, with his legs tied together, Stevie protested but to no avail. His shorts were yanked down to his ankles and his delicious dick sprang out. McCormack dragged him along by his ear until he reached the right position at the milking chair. He sat the lad in a leather chair and clamped each wrist on an arm rest. In the seat of the chair was a greased up rubber dildo and Stevie’s ass was impaled directly on it. ‘Phwoaaar!’ screamed Stevie as the six inch dildo slid right up inside his slippy boy anus.

‘Ride that, piglet. Fuck it. Fuck that cock.’ Stevie rocked backwards and forwards as McCormack reached for the ‘sleeve’. The sleeve was what McCormack called the milk pump. It was a little rubber device like a hollow tube about four inches long, attached to a length of hose about a quarter of an inch wide. The hose linked to the back of the playpen and a pump which led to a milk bottle and teat on the store side of the wall, where Gez sat waiting for his little drink. Gez was incredibly thirsty after all the antics and an hour and a half playing baby, and thought that even if he had to sit there nude he’d get a drink at last. He had no idea he’d be drinking Stevie McNievey’s cum! Andy and McCormack couldn’t wait to humiliate the two lads in this sexy way. Stevie protested as the pump was switched on and a little motor vibrated the slippery sleeve suctioned onto the end of his cock. He was very quickly teased to a full erection as McCormack surveyed his work and told Stevie to produce a nice lot of milk for baby Timmy. Stevie blushed and stared open-mouthed at the contraption literally milking his cock. He was powerless to do anything about it as the thing teased his penis and tickled his balls. As he squirmed on the dildo, McCormack explained what was happenening.

‘So get nice and cummy my boy, Timmy is waiting for his feed!’

Meanwhile, Nanny clamped Gez’s fuckface around the teat, fixing a metal neck brace in place and forcing him to nuzzle the teat. He’d be forced to swallow all the cum, regardless of whether he liked the flavour. The audience at the front were just loving the spectacle of Gez being clamped to the teat. They had no idea he’d be eating cum. Only McCormack, Andy and Nanny knew that. Nanny was dripping fanny juice at the thought. Humiliating jocks was something she loved.

Stevie’s cock reared to its full length and his huge overhanging foreskin was gently pulled backwards to expose the full pulsing monster.

Suddenly Stevie neared orgasm. ‘Oh fuck, it’s gonna blow. It’s gonna blow!’

‘Shoot that semen, piglet, feed your little baby boy mate!’. The machine tickled and coaxed the lad’s cock beyond the point of endurance as he bucked his sexy little boy ass on the straining, greasy black dildo. Huge blobs of cum whacked out of his piss slit and up the hose, flooding into the milk bottle in Gez’s pen. The vacuum pump forced it out of the teat and into Gez’s waiting mouth. Gez gagged violently as the first of the jets of boy cum squirted out of the teat. ‘Hmmmph.

Hnngg. Yeuch. Hnghhh!’ burbled Gez as he realised he was being force-fed warm, fresh cum. Some trickled down the side of his face, but most was forced in between his luscious lips. Being a horny teen, Stevie kept shooting. McCormack beamed as he counted nine big squirts of cum up the transparent hose as he continued to buck and release his load. The lad had shot a huge and shocking amount of cum. The thick, white sperm continued to bubble out of the teat. Gez thought it would never stop. The audience laughed as they couldn’t understand why Gez was gagging on the milk so much and laughed and whistled as they gave him a round of applause. Finally, sexy Stevie was spent. ‘Well done, piglet, you can go for a rest now!’ McCormack decided there and then that he was going to starve his little sexual playmate of orgasm pleasure for a few days and see what happened. But not before he had made him and Freddy play at sex games for a while first. McCormack led Stevie back to the entertainments room and clamped him to the leather bench, one wrist at each side, and pulled his combat shorts over his cummy, spent cock.

In the playpen, nude Gez was detached from the teat. ‘Filthy fuckers,’

he screamed, as his face was set free. ‘That was fuckin’ cum! Whose fuckin’ cum was that?’ Ryan and his l roared with laughter as the nature of the ‘milk’ was revealed by Gez himself. Andy told him to be quiet and behave and Nanny spanked his big, bare behind and told Timmy not to use such naughty words. ‘Timmy is a naughty, naughty little boy.

He should be grateful to have had a nice warm drink. It’s nearly tea time.

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What is it about guys? Their cocks rule their heads that’s for sure. Take my boyfriend Neil for instance. We’ve been going out together since school on and off. He’s a stunning looking 20 year old guy. I know all the girls at school fancied his blonde hair, his tall frame and his well defined body. He isn’t a body building type, in fact quite the opposite. The only exercise his arm gets is lifting a beer. Now I am not a plain Jane either and though my slim little self only comes up to his shoulder we still look good together.

Of course this 5 year relationship has not been without its gaps and we’ve fallen out more often than I care to remember. I haven’t been an angel during these fall-outs and I know he hasn’t either and if I’m telling you the truth, which is the point of this story, I rather enjoyed my periods of freedom. Neil has a nice, normal size cock which I assume is about 6 or 6.5 inches long but it’s nice to get another one in your hand or slit from time to time, especially a bigger one. I have confessed some of my misdemeanours but not all of them. He wouldn’t have been too happy at my one night stand with his older brother for instance. Actually it was great to do a comparison but Neil fucks better than his brother anyway which is why I never repeated the experience. So now you know what we’re like.

So I said I like my fun and I already told you Neil likes his but when we’re together we had always stayed true to each other. I think though that it’s part of the problem. What’s it they say about the best part of breaking up being the making up? That’s what happens but then, when the making up excitement is past, I think we both get bored again and that’s when we argue. I know with us being 20 it’s an element of immaturity but it’s also hormones.

Oh and he had another annoying habit. When we were in the doldrums sexually, he would constantly comment on other girls and how sexy they were, and even worse he would even comment on other guys and ask me if I found them sexy. I didn’t lower myself to his level, even when I did think the guys were hunks and I even turned a few down who chatted to me when Neil was getting drinks or in the toilet when we were out.

So on with the big change and how it came about.

We had planned a cheapo holiday to Turkey together. It was only a 3 star place but it was a young hotel and it was all inclusive which meant we could concentrate on the fun and forget the spending money.

One Saturday a couple of weeks before going I had promised to drop some DVDs off at the home of a woman I worked with. When I got there, she was out shopping with her daughter and her husband was at home. He was in his late thirties and not bad looking for an old timer. He asked me to come in and have a glass of wine and since I wasn’t driving, I agreed. We chatted for ages and when I got up to go, he passed me a few compliments and kissed me on the cheek. I let him so he moved to my lips and kissed me very passionately. I found the whole thing amazingly erotic and could feel my heart pacing as he did so. I really enjoyed this larger guy with his strong arms around me and his lips covering my mouth. He stroked my breast and I let him. I then felt his hand quickly slip up my skirt and his fingers pull aside the elastic of my pants, his finger sliding easily inside me.

I was so hot. My hand was by my side and I could fell his massive cock against me. I squeezed it and it felt like a monster. Suddenly in a moment of clarity I realised, despite my beating heart, that this was not a wise idea so I stopped him. He was surprised but I told him, though I could easily have sex with him, his wife was my friend and I had never done anything while I was going out with Neil. Give him his due, he apologised and I left.

I told Neil that night as I had to clear my conscience. Instead of getting the angry response I expected, he gripped me and started kissing me. I was still randy from the day’s excitement so quickly responded. As he kissed, he started to ask me questions about Dave. ‘How far up did his finger go, how big did his cock feel, would I have liked to let him fuck me?’ I answered as Neil stripped me and started to fuck me. As he did so he kept asking over and over again and then as he shot his cum in me, he blurted, ‘God I’d love to see him fuck you senseless!’

Afterwards Neil said he had never been so excited. I pointed out that if I had come home with Dave’s cum dripping out of my cunt he might not have been so happy. He didn’t respond at all.

Well two weeks later, we arrived in Marmaris in Turkey excited and ready to party. The hotel was fine. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t bad either. The inclusive booze was local stuff but it had the desired effect and the benefit of being available as and when we wanted it. The other guests seemed to be a mix of families who had made a bad choice of hotel and younger people like Neil and I. There were a few groups of girls and guys who were particularly boisterous. Nearly all the guests were British or Irish. I noticed quite quickly on the first day that the Turkish waiters had eyes on stalks while watching these lithe British girls semi-nude running around the pool. Though the most of the staff were male and obviously quite young their dark hair and skin made them all look older.

It didn’t take Neil long to start up again.

‘What do you think of the barman Kirsty? I bet he’s got a big one. Wouldn’t you like to find out?’

‘For God’s sake Neil, I’m not into big hairy guys so if you like him that much get him to fuck you instead!’

He shut up, at least until the next time he had been drinking.

What came next was his entire fault, of course. I had no intention of looking at, or for, another man. I had Neil and we were fucking like rabbits while we had been in Turkey, mainly because we were both pissed most of the time.

We had taken a long, long walk one day, rucksacks on back, packed lunch (courtesy of a raid on the breakfast buffet), and a few Coke bottles filled from an over ordering of the inclusive drinks served the previous day plus some ice in a Thermos flask and we were off. It was a wonderful day, not too hot, not too cool and before we knew where we were, the main beach was behind us and we had reached a rocky headland. We were about to turn back when Neil called me to say there was a way over the rocks. We clambered up and saw a stunning little sandy cove, protected on the other side by another rocky headland. It looked perfect for some sunbathing. We set up camp!

I lay topless and Neil was in a particularly fruity mood as the place was so secluded. We had been in for a swim and he pulled his swimming trunks off so I pulled the bottom half of my bikini off too and we swam naked.

As we were coming out I noticed a guy walking along the beach and a second guy just behind him. They didn’t look as though they were together. We smiled and waved and he waved back. He was quite a striking guy and was black. Unusual, for this area where most guys had been dark skinned, with what we Westerners would call an ‘Arabic look.’ He had a good look at me, but the water was at just the right level to cover my ‘jewels.’ I would have put his age at around 29 or 30. The other guy was Turkish, still slim but slightly shorter with broad shoulders. He was stripped to the waist and carried his shirt over his shoulders. His chest was quite hairy. He was very interested in this white skinned girl showing her tits to the world alongside a guy who, by now was walking out of the water, his tackle on full display. He also smiled in greeting and continued on his way.

When we returned to our campsite and flopped on the sand Neil started up again. He sat propped on his left elbow leaning over me and kissed me. He then licked my nipples.

‘Nicely seasoned,’ he said, referring to their salty taste. ‘Can you imagine a gang bang out here with these two,’ he continued. ‘Long cocks sliding into your cunt and their cum over your tits.’

His fingers were wiggling into me as he spoke and his cock was standing at full mast. I gripped his cock and slid the foreskin back and forth. I was thankful our large bath towel had kept most of the sand out of the important little places because if we were going to fuck, the last thing I wanted was a abrasive shagging.

Neil lay on top and started to slide his cock inside me. I opened my legs and lifted my knees to ease his entrance.

‘We’re being watched,’ he said as he continued his fucking.

‘Who?’ I said trying to sit up.

‘Ssh, just relax and let them. It’s exciting don’t you think,’ he said. ‘It’s our two passers by and both are wanking their cocks.’

I suddenly felt very hot and very, very horny. I wanted to see those cocks and watch these guys getting excited over us.

‘Let me get up and do me doggy,’ I said to Neil.

I pretended not to notice as I went on all fours but I was facing the guys. Once they realised I had seen them and was still allowing Neil to keep going, they moved closer. They seemed to know of each other rather than know each other. It was as if they saw each other every day but were both here for the same reason, to watch naked tourists. The black guy was smiling. His cock was not a monster but was bigger than Neil’s. It was not so much its length as thickness. He had foreskin and the purple head looked enormous. It was the first black cock I had seen in real life. His sidekick had about 7 inches and was thinner but again, bigger than Neil. He was cut. The black guy was in cotton trousers with his cock sticking out of the fly, the Turkish guy had jeans shorts with the front unclipped and his balls hanging out.

They were both only about three feet away and I could see everything. Neil was facing them too as he fucked me and held on to my shoulders. The black guy walked forward until his cock was inches away. He looked at Neil and nodded. I assumed Neil nodded back as I saw an acknowledgment and he stooped to offer his cock to my mouth. By now I wasn’t just hot I was flushing. I opened and accepted this thick brute. It tasted slightly salty but didn’t seem to be dirty in any way and I was soon sucking away at it. Turkish guy stood alongside him and if in some unwritten code, black guy pulled back to allow him access. He too tasted salty but the head was drier. I used a hand to grip and suck and he moaned as I did so. I could hear Neil whimpering and swearing away at my back, obviously getting off on this scene.

The black guy put his hand in his back pocket and produced a single condom in its wrapper. He held it up and looked at me, nodding to the condom in his hand. I don’t know why but I nodded back. He moved around and Neil watched as he stood at my side ripping the wrapper and stretching it over his cock. Neil withdrew and the black guy took his place. The feeling of this strange cock sliding into me and stretching me wider that I had been was exhilarating especially in the open air. The Turkish guy stuck his cock back in my mouth and Neil stood at the side wanking furiously. He was getting his wish! At that moment I couldn’t have cared less as I was getting my fill anyway.

The black guy’s cock was hitting the right spot and I felt the familiar warmth travelling up my body. My thoughts drifted to how I would look to any onlooker with two cocks in me at once and that thought brought me to an amazing orgasm. It washed over me my body tingling and alive as the black cock pumped my cunt. As I tried not to lose my rhythm with the Turkish guy, he struggled to pull his cock out of my mouth and almost made it as a jet of warm cum blasted on my face catching me unawares. It hit my left cheek then as he tried to pull it away, it hit my nose and then my chin with the thin fluid pouring on to my tits and the sand below. I felt the black guy tense and his orgasm dumped a load into my cunt from the rear.

The end game was quick and as soon as it had begun, Neil and I were again alone. He quickly mounted me as the guys both walked away and started to fuck my slippery wet opening struggling to gain purchase in my gaping gash. I clenched to help him and successfully achieved a warm blast inside me from his cum.

I looked sorry sight. Red gaping hole, cum covered face and finger marks on my tits from the various rough hands but I felt extremely alive, sexy and oh so dirty. We ran giggling to the water to wash off the evidence of our mini orgy.

Of course it was all Neil’s fault. I felt a bit dirty afterwards and realised I would never have done it without his encouragement so I didn’t really speak to him that evening. Men are always trying to manipulate us women to satisfy their own carnal desires aren’t they? Still I suppose I would never have experienced a black guy if we hadn’t done it. I didn’t let on to him that it had been quite exciting but I didn’t fancy going back the next day despite his begging me to do it again. I had to show that I did have scruples!

It was three days later and we were sunning by the pool. I was lying with a cocktail by my side, topless, sunglasses in place and i-pod plugged into my ears (to stop Neil’s begging). The sun was warm and I was relaxed. I don’t know what made me open my eyes but I was aware of being stared at. A guy almost old enough to be my father, well he was about 36 anyway, was sitting on the edge of the next sun bed ogling me. Alongside him was a lad young enough to be his son. I assume he was 18 as he was drinking but he looked very slim and immature. He was cute in a boysy sort of way. The older guy was in good shape though, receding hair shaved to look fashionable and tattoos on his arms and shoulders. He was of a stocky or perhaps I should say ‘chunky’ build and he was talking quietly to the young lad.

I assumed they were commenting on my tits and with my large sunglasses in place, they had no idea my eyes were open. Neil, of course was out cold from too many lunch-time beers. I tried to work out their relationship but realised they were with a varied group of around 10 guys so assumed either a bachelor group or sports group on a short break away from wives and girlfriends. As the older guy whispered to the young guy, I could clearly see the outline of his erection in his swimming shorts. The older guy was obviously explaining what he would like to do to me. I was feeling a little damp between the legs so decided to tease a little.

I stood up, took off my glasses, threw my hair back and walked towards the pool. As I passed, I gave my widest smile to both of them and said a brief ‘Hi!’

I stepped into the shallow end and waded out into the pool, cocktail in hand before settling at the side to sip it. Older guy stood up and looked at the young guy bidding him to follow. I assume he was trying to set the young lad up, not realising that the comatose shape on the bed next to me was my partner. Older guy dived in gracefully and swam shouting on cutesy to follow. Cutesy wasn’t as graceful but he had hurried into the water lest his tented shorts were obvious to all around.

I lost them as they swam up and down so when I heard a voice say, ‘On holiday?’ it made me jump.

‘No, I was just passing on my way to Tesco and thought I’d pop in,’ I said sarcastically.

Older guy smiled and held a wet hand out, ‘John, and this is my nephew Ray, well step-nephew really,’ he said nodding to the dripping lad who arrived at that moment.

‘Taking him in hand then,’ I said. ‘Are you on holiday?’

‘My brother is marrying next week at home and me and a group of his mates are having a bachelor week. Ray here just turned 18 and he is the son of my brother’s wife to be so he came along to do his own celebrating or coming of age, I suppose. I’ve taken him under my wing.’

‘I bet you have,’ I thought, ‘Trying to get the poor lad laid!’

‘Are you here with anyone?’ John asked.

‘My boyfriend,’ I replied.

‘Lucky guy,’ says John, ‘I thought I would get my poor nephew here a girlfriend.’

‘Can’t he find his own?’ I asked.

‘Well he’s kind of new at it and I thought I could show him the ropes,’ he replied.

‘I’m not sure there are many girls that would like uncle standing by to give instructions,’ I said.

‘No, I didn’t mean……’ he started to say.

‘But that would be kinda cool,’ I said, ‘Kinky in fact.’

He stopped his apologies very quickly when he realised where this might head.

‘And boyfriends wouldn’t be annoyed?’

‘Boyfriends would be ecstatic especially if they were quite kinky when conscious,’ I replied.

I was amazed at what I was doing and poor Ray looked completely bemused by the conversation not sure what we were actually talking about.

‘We’re going out with the guys tonight but not until about 9.00. Would you mind if Ray and I popped around to your place for a drink later this afternoon, say about 5.30? It would be good to get to know one another,’ said John.

‘I’m sure snoring Neil here will have regained consciousness by then. We’re in room 417,’ I said, cool as a cucumber.

‘It’ll nice to be in a group of attentive guys,’ I thought as the two blokes swam off. ‘It is only a drink and a bit of teasing.’

At 4.00, I woke Neil and told him we had a couple of guys popping in for a drink so he had better clean himself up. The room has a little beer-laden mini-bar so that was the booze sorted.

It was only going to be a drink and a chat but I showered thoroughly as I didn’t want to appeal hot and sticky and I donned a simple white t-shirt and shorts and no bra. I was on holiday anyway and had been topless by the pool so I had nothing left to hide. The only problem was that my nipples were very erect but I suppose it was the heat!

Neil had a pair or running shorts on and nothing else, I pointed out that thought the fabric was loose, they offered no frontal support and the line of his dick hanging over his balls was very clear. I asked if he was trying to be appealing to the guys! He laughed but didn’t change.

We were on the balcony when we heard the knock on the door five minutes early. Ray and John came into the room both in a fog of freshly washed shower gel scent. I popped the beers and poor little Ray didn’t know where to look as he accepted one. He was staring at my nipples. I smiled and stroked his hand as he took the beer, just to comfort him. Neil was already in full football-talk mode with John. I sat Ray on the little sofa and asked him why he hadn’t had a girlfriend.

‘I don’t really want to say,’ he said.

‘Look, I’m a stranger and nothing you can tell me will get to those thugs outside. Maybe I can help.’

‘I’m keep thinking I want one and then I don’t,’ he said.

‘What to do think when you don’t?’

His eyes looked over at Neil and initially I thought he was worried they would hear but I realised he was looking at Ray.

‘Oh, you think you’re gay?’ I said.

‘But I fancy girls sometimes too,’ he said.

‘Hey you might get the best of both worlds. I think we call it bisexual,’ I said.

‘Let’s see what I can do for you tonight,’ I said, winking.

As the two others kept talking and watching I leaned over and kissed Ray firstly on the cheek and then the lips. He responded quite amateurishly.

‘Help this lad you guys, if he sees you strip down it’ll help him relax,’ I said. I whispered to Ray, ‘And you can find out if its cock you like or not.’

He looked shocked to hear me say it but also eager to see where this was going. The two guys clumsily started stripping, Neil to his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and John to a rather boring pair of baggy blue boxer shorts. I encouraged Ray and he slowly stripped down to a pair of tight white briefs with the beginnings of an erection showing. I stripped off down to my little lacy pants and slid Ray’s briefs down. He was a well developed 18 year old with a thick 7 inch uncut cock. A wet, pink head appeared from behind the foreskin and I slid my lips over it. He gasped and lay back almost automatically, to give me more access. I held his blonde haired balls and cupped them to force more blood into his cock and sucked him harder.

Looking over my shoulders, Neil was already wanking and watching and John stood alongside with a stiff uncut 6 inch cock poking out of a mass of black pubic hair. The trail went to his navel and up to his chest. A real man!

I called him over and he stood beside me. Poor Ray went red faced as his uncle joined us but I just held his cock in one hand and transferred my mouth to his uncle’s leaking cock, taking its entire length in my mouth. John gripped my tits as I did so and his nephew just lay back and let me wank him.

‘Hey Neil, give me a hand with this one,’ I called.

Neil looked at me and I winked so he knew I was up to something.

He walked across and took Ray’s cock in his hand. An audible groan came from his mouth as Neil did so. Neil bent forward and took his cock in his mouth.

John started to say, ‘What the fuck…….’ But I stuck my finger in his arse and he moaned quietly as I led him to the couch, threw him back and sunk my dripping cunt over his mouth.

Ray went mad. While his uncle’s vision was somewhat distorted by two thighs and a trim gaping vagina, Ray bent forward and started to kiss Neil like a madman. Now Neil had had male sexual contact before but not really on a one to one, and certainly never with a horny teenager so his saucer-like eyes told me he was caught unawares. Ray threw Neil back on the couch and started to suck his cock hungrily.

John was now fully horny and started fumbling for a condom in his pants. I offered one of our and he stretched it over his cock rolling me into a ‘doggy position’ and started to fuck my sopping wet cunt from the rear. Ray had Neil pinned to the bed swallowing his cock as though we wanted it implanted in his throat.

‘Jeez son, watch it or I’ll fill your little mouth with cum,’ said Neil.

‘I don’t fucking care,’ he said between slurps.

I thought, ‘Knowing what Neil fires off, he might change his mouth as the equivalent of a bottle of Milk of Magnesia pours down his throat!’

John was good, very good. His cock was just over 6 inches and probably the smallest here but he knew just where to put it and his thrusting quickly built that wonderful warm feeling as I felt an orgasm mount quicker than normal. I must have clenched just a little too much as I came because John shot his load, a little too quickly, inside me as I reached my peak.

‘Fuck I needed that!’ he said as his dwindling cock slipped out, a full load drooping in the latex sack at the end. ‘I’m not sure were that boy is heading but I’m going to go back to my room and leave you too to educate him.

With that he left.

Ray looked at me, his mouth still stretched over Neil’s cock.

‘I think she needs help Ray. Do you think you could manage one extra?’ said Neil.

He reluctantly let Neil’s hard dick pop out of his mouth. I leaned over and took Ray’s dick in my mouth. It was almost 8 inches long and quite light for its length. It seemed almost hollow compared to Neil’s 6 inches of solid flesh. Neil kept close to him, kissing his and caressing his balls, probably afraid, if he was gay, that he would loose his erection. He needn’t have worried as this boy had a cock like stone. Neil gave him a condom and he stretched it on his cock. It didn’t quite make the end. I rolled on to my back and opened my legs. Neil licked me out. He loved doing that and I assumed especially after a man’s cock had been inside me.

‘Would you mind if I screwed you?’ said Ray politely as though asking me to dance.

‘I’d be very honoured,’ I said staying in the polite mood.

He was a bit inexperienced in that his cock rammed straight in me with little teasing and the full 8 inch dick was at its hilt in seconds. It took my breath away and I was glad I had been opened up by his Uncle. He gripped my tits with his hand, balancing himself on the other and trying to kiss me while he fucked. Neil held his balls from the back as the bounced against me.

Ray was panting and cursing as he fucked saying thinks like, ‘Fucking great, so good,’ and gasping for breath as he fucked.

I saw Neil pick up some lube behind Ray’s back and hold it up as he winked. He spread some on his fingers and eased it on to Ray’s backside. Ray didn’t even lose momentum as Neil’s fingers invaded his hole. His eyes closed as he fucked, more in determination to let this happen than in pleasure. It seemed as though Neil was working his way well in and was soon sliding in and out. He withdrew and stretched a condom over his cock, lubing it too. It looked like his virginity was going to be taken from both ends at the same time.

I was on my back, legs apart, Ray was between my leg in the missionary position with Ray’s bottom upright and Neil was slowly pushing his cock into Ray’s arse. Ray hesitated from time to time as Neil’s dick invaded his hole but it took surprisingly little time before Neil was calling the shots. He would thrust into Ray’s arse, Ray would gasp and push into me and soon it was as though Neil was actually doing the fucking as the chain reaction got me fucked too. I knew Ray wouldn’t last too long and he didn’t. He took over with his own thrusting as his cock humped my wet cunt and I felt the pumping sensation as he filled his condom. Neil withdrew from him at that moment and ripped his condom off.

‘Let me show you how it’s done,’ he said to Ray as he climbed between my legs.

Neil was as hard as I had ever felt him and his cock thrust into me. He so loved having my cunt second hand. I felt the warm build of my own climax as Neil hit the exact spot that he knew would get me there. He could time his own orgasm to perfection and as I arched my back with the ferocity of my climax, I felt his cum flood my inside. Ray stood and watched, idly stroking his dwindling monster.

Neil slid out of me, his cum pouring out of me as he did so and Ray bent forward and fingered me, collecting some of the liquid which he gently lifted to his lips and rubbed it around them before licking the rest off. He smiled as he did so.

‘You two are something. Where am I going to get to try both sides at the same time again?’ he said.

‘I’m sure a cute lad like you will manage,’ I said.

We didn’t see Ray or his Uncle John again before they left so I don’t know what Uncle John thought of Ray’s gay performance in front of him but I feel sure we set Ray off on the road to sexual pleasure.

Back to my soap box! Even there, Neil had done what he wanted even hijacking my first virgin boy in years for his own ends. I didn’t know Neil like a bit of male bum and next he steals my cute little virgin from me and thinks that a quick fuck will be just reward. OK, so I enjoyed it, but it was his agenda.

We returned home and I found a swingers site when I had some time to myself. Obviously it was full of guys wanting a fuck behind their wife’s back but I found one woman who, with her husband, organised groups of guys and sometimes other woman with the sole purpose of her getting as much cock as she could. I e-mailed her and she told me she thought she was a nymphomaniac but she could get guys to do anything. I told her about our session with young Ray in Turkey and she came up with a plan to let me take control for once.

Two weeks later and Neil and I were heading to her house. I told him it was an orgy of sorts but it would be six or seven guys, Rachel, the girl, and us. The purpose was for me and her to get fucked by the guys, Neil loved the idea of getting to shag some pretty 30 year old and to watch me getting fucked by the guys. All was to be filmed by a guy who filmed all her sessions and we all would get a copy.

The group weren’t too bad looking. We were almost the youngest there apart from a young thin lad who looked a little effeminate but was actually ‘pretty’ rather than good looking. Longish hair draped over his face and he kept brushing it back. He was very attractive but not in a manly way.

Neil noticed him and commented, ‘I think there might be three girls getting it tonight.’

The other guys were between 28 and 44 but none were dogs and a couple were decidedly handsome. So apart from Rachel and I all the remaining seven were guys.

‘Right now,’ said Rachel, ‘Anything goes and no one comments on anything anyone does. We girls will strip naked and you guys can watch and wank if you like. We will then move amongst you and play with your cocks. Only then are you allowed to strip, when we tell you.’

I felt so in charge as I walked with Rachel, bending to suck cocks as I walked around the room. After my session with Ray, I was drawn to the young lad. His slim cock was about 7 inches long but surprisingly thin, a longish foreskin sliding back and forth as he wanked. He looked at the guys either side as he did so and I walked over and took his cock in my mouth, swallowing it to the hilt. It lost a little of its hardness, confirming what I had already had guessed and I wondered why he was here.

The room was a large extension to their house with laminated floors and little furniture. They probably said to friends it was a ‘party room’ but it was ideal for this purpose. Some sofas sat around the walls and three large blow-up mattresses lay on the floor. A large kid’s paddling poll sat in a corner and I wondered it’s purpose though I kind of guessed.

As I sucked this young lad in the dim light, hands were feeling my tits and one guy already had a finger in my cunt. He was gently tweaking at my clit and a warm glow was spreading up my body. I looked over at Neil who was wanking and watching as Rachel was being fingered from front and back by two guys.

This general ‘getting to know each other’s cunts and cocks’ went on for about ten minutes before Rachel called a halt.

‘Who wants to fuck Kirsty?’ she asked.

Most hands went up.

‘Who wants to fuck me?’ she asked.

The same hands went up.

‘Who wants to fuck Aaron, my young cousin?’ She asked.

I looked at the young lad I had sucked earlier and noticed a few hands had gone up.

‘Well,’ she said,’ He gets fucked first and Neil here is going to take the lead.’

The look on Neil’s face was one of panic, especially in front of all these heterosexual guys.

‘I know you have fingered a young lad before and I know you quite like the idea of doing it again. I’m just helping you find your raunchy side. None of the guys here care and, in fact a few will be following you. Aaron is over age and gay and it’s his ‘Auntie’ Rachel who helped him find himself. Aaron just loves straight cock and I’m helping him get it.’

I walked over to Neil and gripped his fast dwindling cock. Rachel stood at his other side and started to kiss him. She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth while I kissed him. His cock rose, especially when he realised every other guy was watching and wanking, brick hard cocks in their hands – even Aaron!

This had been choreographed as when she stood to kiss Neil with me, Aaron moved over and dropped to his knees taking Neil’s cock in his mouth. He was a different animal with Neil, slurping his cock and licking his balls. Neil’s eyes rolled as both Rachel and I kissed him at the same time, our tongues merging in his mouth. I have never kissed a woman before but this actually turned me on. Neil was groaning as the complete lesbian, homosexual, heterosexual situation he now found himself in.

Aaron stood and he squeezed his face between us, joining the slobbering kissing session. We gently eased away and left Aaron kissing Neil while holding his cock. Aaron’s own pencil thin cock stood outwards and upwards. He obviously was enjoying being both the centre of attraction and nailing a straight virgin guy in front of his wife. I stood with the other guys and we had three each, gently wanking cock while the guys fingered is and squeezed or kissed our breasts.

Aaron handed Neil a condom and took some lube which he gently spread on his petit bottom hole. His fingers slid in and out as he bent over. Neil surprised me by going over, lubing his fingers and helping him. Aaron bent over the back of a sofa and Neil stretched the condom over his cock, lubing it as he went.

‘Fuck me, straight guy,’ whispered Aaron, his thin, slight frame arched ready for Neil’s cock.

Neil aimed and gently eased his cock into him.

‘Oh yes,’ he said, the words coming from his mouth like escaping steam.

Neil took his hips and started to fuck him. I could see Neil’s cock disappear into Aaron’s bum and then slide out again. There was a frenzy of wanking cocks around us and Neil was really up for it gripping Aaron and hammering into his arse. I had never seen men fuck before and it was erotic to watch.

It took around ten minutes before Neil said he had to stop or he would blow his load. An older guy, probably about 43, stepped forward and stretched a rubber on himself, pushing a slightly thicker and larger cock into Aaron.

Neil replaced the condom and headed for me.

Once I’ve fucked her, I want you all to fuck her, including Aaron if he can. It was odd being fucked by Neil in public so to speak. He laid me on the mattress and entered me quite swiftly cursing like a mad dog as he fucked. I could see all the male shapes around us wanking frantically as they watched us having sex and I found it quite erotic. Neil was obviously interested in his fantasy because after a quite perfunctory fuck, he withdrew and stood up taking his cock to wank himself.

That’s when the gang bang began. First down was a thirty-something guy who looked a bit like a geeky accountant, complete with wire framed glasses. He wouldn’t normally be my type but his cock looked quite tasty, about 7 inches ling with a sizeable foreskin. He stretched a condom over it and lay on top pushing his cock inside me. He fucked quite frantically while holding and kissing my nipples. What surprised me is that his cock was getting me aroused and I could feel myself slowly climbing as he fucked.

A splash hit my face and I realised one of the guys had just shot his load over both of us and my tits and face. My geeky partner took it all in his stride, actually licking some of the droplets of cum as he continued to suck my nipples. I started to scream as I felt my orgasm wash over me and my partner, once he had brought me over the peak, pulled out his cock, ripped off the rubber and came over me.

A stunning looking young lad was on me and in me before I had time to think. This Adonis was about twenty with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. He had a tattoo on each arm and his cock slid in beautifully. It was slightly smaller than his predecessor and his technique a little more urgent. He mumbled quiet ‘Oh yeses’ as he fucked, kissing my lips, his tongue darting all around inside my mouth. I could still taste the remnants of cum as he fucked.

Another stocky little guy in his thirties, with short, shaved hair and a stubby cut cock, knelt beside my head and offered me his cock. I took it all in my mouth and sucked it. The taste of precum invaded my mouth as I sucked. I felt the young guy withdraw and before I could say anything a fountain of cum sprayed my body. This guy had been holding on for some time since he came enough for the rest of the group. I concentrated on my chunky friend’s cock as someone else entered me. I looked at a slim Indian-looking guy with quite dark skin and an array of brilliant white teeth. He quickly took up a rhythm and was soon happily fucking.

I held the stocky guy’s cock as I sucked and he suddenly blasted my face with his cum. I was beginning to think that far from me being in control, I was fast becoming the target for everyone’s climax. Rachel’s handsome boyfriend/husband knelt to offer me his cock and I took this magnificent mature specimen greedily. As I sucked him I felt the young Indian guy tense and was aware he was cumming at least in the correct place. His tense face suggested he needed what he had just had.

The tall guy moved position, gently raising me on to a cushion and stretched a rubber over his generous cock. He looked Middle Eastern or perhaps Southern European, it was hard to say. He lay on me and slid his cock inside me easily. The feeling was wonderful. His body slid against me on the sea of cum over my body as he brought his lips to mine and ran his fingers through my hair. This was a lover rather than a shagger. His strokes were even and thrusts were gentle, never quite pulling out but moving around inside me as if trying to find that little nub which would build me up again. He kissed me gently, some of the cum traced on to his lips. He didn’t seem to mind. I found it remarkable that heterosexual men would be so unconcerned about having another man’s cum on them or their lips but no one had minded at all which made me wonder if Rachel had already been at the bottom of this pile of guys in the past.

I felt a warm glow as he fucked me his large hands holding my breasts and occasionally slipping between us to finger me as he fucked. I was unaware of anything else around me at that time. I didn’t see Rachel videoing us, I didn’t see Neil fucking Adrian again, I didn’t see the other guys struggling to re-inflate their spent cocks for another attempt at me. All I felt was this wonderful long cock triggering an almighty climax in me which seemed to wash from my toes to my head making my body spasm. My nails dug into his back as I tried to force him further inside me than he already was and I felt his cock tense as he came inside me. The feeling was wonderful and I realised I too, was now satisfied.

As he withdrew, his cock slowly dropped back to his rested state. I began to get up as I heard Neil’s voice say, ‘Room for one more inside!’

He walked towards me with Aaron being led by his cock. The young lad was certainly erect but considering my boyfriend had been embedded up his arse a few moments before (I found out later) there was probably good reason. Neil slipped the condom on him and stroked his cock as he did so and Aaron dropped to his knees and entered me rather clumsily.

I gripped the lad by the shoulders and rolled over pushing him under me as I ended up on top astride him. I figured if he liked being ridden then even I could manage that. I started to ride up and down on his virgin cock and took his hands making him hold my breasts as I fucked him. He was making little ‘Oh’ noises in time to my fucking.

‘Oh, I think I might be, oh yes I am, going to cummm!!’

He started to thrust upwards to meet me and the little soul deposited his cum inside me just as another splash of cum blasted across my face. Neil had finally cum!

The purpose of my visit to Rachel’s had been to have Neil dominated by both us women and I hoped, the men. I wanted to see him being used and abused rather than me always being the object to help him get his rocks off. Of course it hadn’t worked. I had ended up being fucked by almost everyone, even the only gay guy. I had been a cum dump for them and Neil had fucked a little guy’s arse and still ended up getting the voyeur show he loved so much and then dumped his cum on my face!

I hope dear reader you can understand how a poor girl like me had been manipulated by a cunning, selfish boyfriend. I, who hardly had a dirty thought in my head before meeting him had been reduced, like a common whore, to satisfying strangers. So it was quite fun at the time but it doesn’t do much for self esteem and I told Neil that. I also told him what a selfish dirty minded bastard he was.

It made me feel much better and much more able for the orgy the following week!

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The Truth is, Im a musician, I have played the piano for a long time, I played in night clubs in my earlier days, not all that long ago, and some nicer bars, wanting good music, and some not so nice dives wanting some of the more uptempo, lively music, I have been promoted by a promoter that promoted professional musicians and I am considered a very fine pianist iF I do say so myself, My musical scope, ranges from jazz, to ragtime, to easy listening, show tunes, all the way to the classial concertos and sonatas.

In the field of music, I’m quite good, or at least the people I have worked for have said.

Well altho this story is about music, more or less music is the reason for this story, its about a young man named Brandon, (Not his real name to save him any embarassment).

Well I had been asked to make a CD of my piano music of various kinds. So I had began to search for the lineup of peices I would record on the CD and was in the process of lineing up the backup musicians, I had a very fine bass player to assist me, and wonderful full range guitarist, and I needed to find a good well rounded Drummer, one that could handle the drum parts of a variety of music styles.

Well to cut to the meat of this story I am telling you, I have a son named Ben. He is just as musical as I am and he has his own Band, a more or less Rock Band, and has several young men playing with him, Altho I am gay, Ben is straight sexually, and has his own wife and small child.

Well He knows about my being gay, and loving men, but still accepts me and loves me, and we are very close, not infringing upon each others life style.

I was setting at the table looking at the morning mail, when my cell phone rang, I looked at the name on the front of the phone and it was my son.

I opened it ‘Hey Son, what’s happening?

‘Hey Pop, how you doing, I was just wondering, if you had found you a drummer yet for that work on your CD?’ he asked.

‘No, I have tried several but they don’t have what it takes to handle the varied kinds of music that I do.’ I replyed.

‘Well Pop, I have found this young drummer, named Brandon, I have hired to play for my band, and he is awesome, he is just about the most well rounded drummer I have heard, he was professionally trained, and well, I have talked to him about you and you needing a drummer for your CD and He said, he would love to give it a try if your interested?’

I was very interested, so I just said, ‘Hell yeah Son sounds great, bring him over and we’ll see what he can do.’

About an hour later this very good looking young man, came with my son and they began dragging out the drum set and setting up a minimal part of a full set up in the living room of my apartment.

We got started and I was amazed at the phenomenal drummer this kid was, he was outstanding.

I asked him about different styles and his playing, what his background was etc.

I was astounded how he could play every style I threw at him and played it very well.

I asked him when he could start practicing with my guys, he said, whenever I wanted too.

We set up a time to begin practicing, I was noticing that Brandon just kept looking over at me and smiling and then he gave me a wink or two, sorta made me notice, but I was noticing that he was a very handsome, good looking young man, nicely built, mod and kinda preppy.

He was setting there in those knee length shorts, with the big chain looped around to his side, he had this ball cap turned around backwards with his almost black frilly hair sticking out from under the cap. His eyes were clear, and quite dark, he looked like he needed a shave, his arms were sorta muscular and he was clean looking, not like some of the grungy guys I have seen, Ben told me he was twenty years old.

I really liked Brandon, his drum playing ability, and his looks, but he was Bens friend, so I left off with that.

Ben and Brandon left and I told him anytime he needed to drop by to learn about the list of songs and pick up some tapes or whatever feel free. They said so long and left.

I went back to watching the t.v, and after the movie went off I then took a shower, I got out, brushed my teeth,shaved and just put on my bathrobe,no underwear yet, thinking I would just go into my bedroom, pop in a gay porn dvd, and have myself a good stroke off, you know one of those self love personal times, which we all love to enjoy every now and then.

I had gotten a glass of water and turned off the kitchen light when the doorbell rang, I made sure my robe was closed and went to the front door, and I was pleasently surprised to see Brandon standing there with a big grin on his face.

I opened the door and allowed him to come in, and asked him what was going on.

‘Well to be honest Sir, Ken, right thats your name isn’t it Ken?’ I smiled and said, ‘Yeah it is.’

He looked a little bewildered like he didn’t know how to begin.

‘Well sir can I have a talk with you Please? I need to find out some things.’

‘About our music?’ I responded,

‘No Sir, it’s about something else,’ he responded.

‘Sure, no problem just spill it out.’

‘Well It’s about being gay, and all, I have had a talk with Ben and he told me you were gay, and that he had no problem with it,’ is that true?’ he asked.

‘Well I won’t lie to you Brandon, Yes I am gay, I love men, I have since I was a very young man. I’m sorry if that bothers you, It won’t have an affect on our music together, I hope.’

‘OH no Sir, actually thats what I want to talk to you about Sir,’ he said.

‘Please Brandon call me Ken, Sir makes me feel so old.’

‘Well Ken, I’ll just say it, I wanted to talk to you because I think I’m gay too, and I find you very attractive, I have never been with a guy outside of jerking off with a couple buddies, but I want to have sex and I have this attraction to older men, for some reason, I’m not attracted to guys my own age. Truthfully, after hearing Ben tell me you were gay I was anxious to meet you, and I find you very handsome and attractive.’ I almost feel out from shock at hearing this.

‘I guess what I’m saying is, Do you find me sexually attractive, I would love to have sex with you to find out what real sex is like. If not I would understand.’ he said, as he looked at the floor in an almost embarassed fashion.

I walked over to him and lifted up his chin and looked straight into Brandons eyes, god he was gorgeous, more gorgeous than I had thought, he was an absolute dream walking on feet.

I Pulled his hat off his head, and ran my fingers thru his mussed up hair, pulled his face to mine and kissed him on his virgin lips. I heard him give out a little moan, then he began to kiss back, he was a total beginner and I was going to love breaking him in.

I stopped kissing him, ‘Brandon you don’t realize just how gorgeous you are do You?’ I said.

I told Brandon that I would be honored to have sex with him, His smile turned to a large white teethed ear to ear grin, Damn, he was getting more beautiful by the minute.

I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom, I adjusted the lights to a dim lit, sensual bedroom, opened my night stand to see if I needed condoms or lube, which I didn’t.

I told Brandon to set on the end of the bed and let me do all the work, he just smiled like a kid being taken into an ice cream shop for the first time.

I slid his black ‘AEROSMITH’ Tee shirt off to reveal a beautiful chest of nice light soft very dark hair. I began to rub his chest with my hand as I slowly kissed his neck and licked his earlobes and slid my tongue into his ear making him moan and wimper with the flood of sensations that he was experiencing for the first time.

Brandon was setting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his straightened arms against the bed, and I knelt down and took off his Reboks and then his socks, he had beautiful feet, which I took into my hands and brought up to my mouth, he let out a gasp as I took each toe into my mouth and began to suck on his toes as I rubbed his feet and lower legs, He loved it.

As I sucked his toes, I looked up at him as he sat there leaning back with his eyes closed and I noticed that beautiful large lump forming in the crotch of his shorts. I began to work my way up his legs from his feet, and as I got to the lower edge of his shorts, I slid a hand in under the leg of his shorts, and I worked my way up to the very well filled pouch of his briefs, he was wearing briefs, which I have always loved, they are so hot and sexy and just all around fantastic, such a turnon, to me at least.

I then reached over with my free hand and began to undo his shorts and pulled down the zipper, and then took both hands and began to remove the outer shorts, and then there was this gorgeous looking pair of white briefs full of young manhood, fuck man, was it ever gorgeous. I felt like I had hit the jackpot with Brandon and it’s not so often that it comes knocking at your door.

As I looked up at this beautiful bulge of manhood in these shorts I was really pleased to see his cock was already stiff enough to be pushing the elastic of his Hanes briefs up away from his stomach and his nuts was already pulled very tight against his cock base, a very nice,big rounded bag of nice sized balls tightly pressing his lower cock, it was an awesome sight to behold. I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming this or if it was real.

I got up and came up to begin kissing Brandon again, I could hear his little wimpers and moans and vocals of enjoyment but I wanted to make him scream out with totall enjoyment and pleasure.

I began to work my way down his tight, muscular stomach and stopped to enjoy his navel, licking and swirling my tongue making his enjoyment something special, since this was his first time.

I was taking my time, but it was taking it’s tole on me to, My cock was to the point of aching as I worked on Brandon’s beautiful body. My cock was leaking pre-cum that was dripping and hanging down like a leaking faucet as I worked on his gorgeous body.

I finally took my tongue and licked my way down his stomach and followed that beautiful treasure trail which I love on a young man, or older guy too for that matter.

I got to the briefs and began to lightly and gently chew on his cock, thru his white briefs, he let out a gasp of air, and a loud grunt as I began to nibble on the very hardness of his manhood.

I felt his hips push upward with a strong thrust as if begging without words to take his cock into my mouth, but It wasn’t time yet.

I smiled and as I reached up to pull off his white briefs I got a wiff of his youthful manly odor, and that was like the smell of a restaurants vent fan and smelling that charcoal grill odor, that waifs and makes your mouth water like smelling a find peice of meat on the grill cooking, an odor that really catches your senses.

His scent was like a fine aphrodisiac to me, it was pure youthful man, mixed with his shower gel smell, and my cock gave a lurch as I got a wiff of it’s aroma, I really began to leaking the pre-cum now.

I slipped Brandon’s white briefs off and threw them aside, and I raised his legs up and told him to hold them at the knees with his hands. I went for his gorgeous hairy asshole, I got a Huge Moan and Grunt as well as a loud gasp when My tongue touched his manhole and I began to work on it with my tongue, this was an action he had never even given thought too.

‘Awh Fuck man, now I know why I like older men, they know what to do,and how to do it.’ he said, and he began to push his asshole into my face like a Friday night whore fucking her ‘John.’

This kid was going ballistic, totally enjoying, it, I looked up and he was about to give himself toe cramps from curling his toes as I ate his gorgeous asshole, I was tongue fucking him, fingering his hole and I had three fingers full length into his tunnel, He was enjoying it, breathing like an air starved man, I knew I had him where I wanted him.

Finally after I had worked on his asshole with my tongue for almost an hour, enjoying every minute of it, I finally decided it was time to take him to the stars, I slowly let his legs come back down, and was working on that area just below his swollen nut sack, between the nuts sack and the asshole and he was loving that too.

I then started sucking on his nuts, he went wild with that, another totally new experience, but when I took my tongue and bathed his cock shaft from the balls to the beautiful bluish pink head, which was perfectly shaped, not to small, not to big, just awesome, then I worked my tongue and mouth up to that head, I thought he would pass out, he was flailing the bed, grabbing the covers, he had pulled a pillow over his mouth to keep from waking the whole apartment complex,with his vocals. I was totally loving this too.

I heard his loud groan as I finally took his cock to the hair into my mouth and I want to tell you, Brandon’s cock was not small by any stretch of the imagination, it lookes like it was a good seven to eight inches of nice thick cock. And it has the most awesome taste, young, soft yet so hard, I could feel his excitement as it would flare out tight in my mouth as I worked it over.

I had learned a long time ago how to relax my throat and take a nice bigger cock down deep into it, and that’s what I did.

I would take him deep and bring it back slowly, licking and sucking as I went, then back down deep into my throat and with great pleasure bring it back up to the tip, where I would take my mouth off and lick around on that swollen cock head, I could taste that little bit of pre-cum from his cock as I worked him over doing the best job I could do on this young man.

I then found myself going from the head of his cock down and sucking a nut into my mouth and playing around with them for a while.

Finally I realized that he had set his body muscles rigid and I knew he needed to finish and release his seed, Thats when I went back to his cock and went to work, It only took about five more minutes, his body went totally rigid and I heard, this ‘OH! HOLY FUCK1 JEEZUSSSSSS!!!!! I’M CUMMING, OH SHIT, OH SHIT.’

Now I just want to tell you if you’ve never busted a virgin cherry nut, your in for a big wonderful, surprise, By the time I finished taking his load of cum, I was almost gagging, I hadn’t taken a load that big in a long, long, time, and it was awesome, I was wondering if he was ever gonna stop shooting his load, all I can say is ‘Ah the sweet taste of Youth,’

He was fantasic.

Even more surprising was after he got his breath and composure back, he wanted to finish me off, which I gladly let him, and he jerked me off a while and then just leaned over and took my cock into his mouth, I was surprised at the fact of his taking me to the hilt too, but the excitement and hot feeling of his mouth took me over the edge and that was all it took, I shot my load of cum into his mouth and he did his best to swallow without gagging, he finally got it all and then just smiled at me.

We flopped down and layed next to each other, ‘Well was it all that you thought it would be? I asked Brandon,

‘OH Fuck yeah man, and more, I never dreamed about the toes getting sucked thing, and the asshole eating was phenomenal,’ I smiled at Brandon, well this isn’t all there is but maybe we will have another session soon. I said.

He smiled, ‘Wow then I take it you liked having sex with me then right?’ He asked. Brandon was acting like a kid that had found a new game to be played and he was loving it.

‘Yes Brandon, anytime you want to have sex with me, just call or come on over, It would be my immense pleasure.’ I said.

Brandon slept with me that night and stayed for breakfast the next morning, and kept telling me how wonderfu it was the night before, I felt so honored, he is a doll.

Well we kept on with the practicing on the CD and then of course the practice would then afterwoad be a leading into hot sex rendevous, and it has only gotten better.

The initiation to anal sex was another great experience too, but I want keep that story for another chapter, I’ll just say at this point Brandon is Amazing and my son hasn’t the slightest Idea that we are getting it on, we are both really enjoying ourselves.

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It was gym, first block on a monday. We were playing a relatively uneventful game of Softball as most people were still half a sleep. Early in the game I got an in the park home-run. After getting of the field I headed to the water fountain for a drink. As I approached the water fountain I saw one of my brothers senior friends (I was just a freshman).

‘Hey what’s up Dave?’ I said as i came closer to him

‘Hey Russell. Nice job. First one to get a run.’ he said as he bent down to get a drink. I stepped in line behind him waiting for him to finish.

All of the sudden he turned around quite fast. He stood there for a second then he pulled out the elastic on my shorts, stuck his hand down and grabbed my cock and balls. He stayed there for a second then pulled his hand out, gave an approving nod, and walked away.

I didn’t know what this meant and thought it was probably just some senior freshman thing. At this age I had begun realizing that I liked guys more then girls so I didn’t really mind this ‘hazing’ that i thought it was. After all this guy was both extremely hot and popular.

The next day was condom day in health and we all had been given 4 or 5 condoms on the way out the door. He saw me stuff them in the bag, so he came up pulled me away from my friends and whispered ‘We’ll put those into good use’ into my ear.

This confused me even more but once again i thought he was joking and I didn’t really mind it.

For the next week or so, every time i saw him he’d grab my ass and say something sexual in my ear. That was when it changed.

One day i was at school for a free block and headed into the bathroom to take a piss. Soon after dave came into the room, locking the door (it used to be a faculty bathroom so it was both nicer and smaller then the rest and also had a lock on the door) and then he checked the stall to make sure it was empty. Then he came up to me.

‘Wanna give me a blowjob?’ he said sounding serious.

‘Ha-ha. No thanks, I’ll pass’ I said thinking he was testing me.

That was when he grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and kissed me. It was amazing an felt so right.

‘How about now?’ he said looking into my eyes with his beautiful face.

‘What do you think?’ I said still pressed against him as I began unbuckling his belt.

He smiled and kissed me. I crouched down and pulled of his jeans. I looked up at him and kissed him all the way up to his face and back down. I looked up at him, smiled and pulled down his boxers.

Out popped his fully erect cock and hit me in the chin. It was decent sized, but it the first one I’d seen that wasn’t mine so it was beautiful.

‘I know it’s not huge.’ he said looking down at me.

‘Bigger then mine’ I said not sure if that was true.

He put his hand on my head and I put his cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he came then i stood up and we kissed. The bell rang, he quickly put on his pants and as we left the room he quickly turned back ‘don’t tell anyone’ he said nicely.

I saw him two days later in the commons making out with a girl, I instantly felt jealous until I realized that he had to keep up his womanizer reputation. He saw me and gave me a sexy wink that made me feel even less jealous.

It was a while before I saw him again but it was worth the wait, it was a saturday and all my brother’s friends were over playing basketball. Dave was here to.

It was really hot and humid so I went to take a shower. Shortly after I got in I heard the door open. Thinking it was someone who didn’t realize I was in there i shouted out ‘I’m in here!’

There was no response so i looked out to see Dave standing there looking back at me.

‘I have to hurry’ he said throwing his clothes on the floor to reveal his dick and obviously newly trimmed pubes. I realized he must have noticed me getting annoyed at them while i gave him a blowjob.

He hopped in the shower and we kissed for a while letting our erect dicks rub into each other. We unlocked or lips and he grabbed my cock and I grabbed his. We stood groping and kissing a while then we stopped.

‘Do you want to…?’ he said pointing at my ass

‘Not enough time’ I said pulling him to the floor of the shower trying to hide that I was not ready yet for sex. We lied down and talked and groped for a few minutes.

‘I have to go back they’re gonna wonder what’s taking me so long’ He said sadly

‘O.K. lets get out’ I said. we turned of the water and got out. I rubbed him down with a towel making sure certain areas were especially dry.

He left the room and I left soon after.

A week later he left a note in my locker ‘Motel, Friday, 9 pm, I’ll pick you up’ it read with a condom taped to it.

I was nervous and did not know wether to go. I finally decided that I would love to lose my virginity to this guy and decided to go. At nine on friday I saw his car outside.

‘I’m going to a sleepover at John’s house, see you tomorrow.’ I said to my parents

‘Wait, how are you getting there? do you have stuff you need?’ My dad asked.

‘Yeah I’m good John’s brother is driving me’ I said

‘Ok, see you tomorrow.’ my dad said as I rushed out the door. I ran out opened the door and got in Dave’s car.

‘Hey, lets go’ I said to Dave leaning over to kiss him as we drove away.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked.

‘My house.’ he responded

‘What? I thought we were going to a motel? What about your parents?’ I asked

‘We were’ he said ‘until my parents decided to go to my grandparents for the weekend’

‘ok cool.’

We talked all the ride then finally got to the house.

‘Ok its a surprise so put this blindfold on’ he said handing me a tie

‘Nice! I love surprises’ I said putting the blindfold over my eyes. Dave led me to the his house into a room and told me to take the blindfold off. I took it off and looked around amazed. We were in the living room and he had cleared the couches to the side and put a giant mattress in the center of the room. On the mattress was a heart made out of condoms. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace and candles all around the room. I was so surprised i thought he was more of the play it rough types not the type to light candles!

‘wow! How did you do this?’ I asked

‘I had time’ he responded ‘I have to go get ready I’ll be back in a sec.’

He left the room. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed with nothing but a pillow blocking my crotch. When he came back in I cracked up. He had put whipped cream all over his groin so I couldn’t see his cock and all over his nipples.

‘Your going to have to clean it off before we can start’ he said

‘Oh alright I said getting up and licking some whipped cream from his penis causing it to instantly inflate causing much of the whipped cream to fall on the ground.

I first licked it off his nipple then proceeded to his dick. I licked off every bit giving him the occasional suck. He sat down on me on the bed his groin touching mine.

‘Let me show you a trick I saw in a movie’ I said. I put a condom in my mouth and rolled it with my mouth over his cock.

‘Let me show you a trick’ he said crouching over me and pushing me down. He put a condom on my dick and shoved his finger up my ass. It felt so good

‘are you ready?’ he said putting lube on his cock and on my asshole

‘oh yeah’ I responded heavily. He stuck his cock slowly up my ass. It hurt so much but it felt so good.

‘its my first time’ i yelled weakly

‘my first time with a guy too’ he said

We had sex all night and the next morning. And that was my first time.

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