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  • One Special Friend

    I’m Fievel West. Everyone calls me ‘Little Big Mouse’ acroos campus of the University of Michigan. Well, I’m only 5’2′ and 185. I looked more like I was 15-16 then myactual age of 21. It was a pain in the ass. Except for when my girl and I were together. Her name is Catherine, I call her Cat. Cat and Mouse goin’ together. Funny huh? She stands bout 5’10’ with a good sizedass but bigger breasts. Man I could on and on about her. I mean we been together for nearly five years I couldn’t believe my luck. That Miss popular would go out with the shortest guy in the class. I play Football and took Kickboxing in the summer. So all in all, I had a really good build for my short height. I also had a long rod between my legs too. Nearly 9 in. long. It drives girls and guys crazy. I’m a straight guy and never thought of gay sex much.

    At least not until fairly recently.

    I was laying on my bed and staring at my ceiling. Classes were temporailly closed for some Press thing. I don’t know really. I heard the door open and I saw my old friend from Ireland enter.

    ‘Stephen!’ I exclaimed, my mouth gaping open. I haven’t seen him in years, since he graduated 2 years before I did. I figured he moved back home. You see both of us are from Ireland. Both of us Irish/American. Stephen was 24, 205 and 6’2′. He’s gay, I’m straight. When we younger, we wrestled and fought alot and most times I won. Actually it was Stephen and my Uncle Kirk that gave me my nickname Little Big Mouse.

    ‘What’s up Fi?’ he asked after slamming his suitcases down on the tile floor.

    ‘The sky, what else?’ I replied. It was a standard joke between us.

    ‘How’s Cat?’ Stephen asked.

    ‘She’s fine. Horny as usual. What else?’ I rolled my eyes, smiling

    ‘Man, Cat’s the horniest girl alive. I swear. She wants more even long after you’re ready to pass out.’ Stephen gave me a huge bear hug. Just about anything to get his hands on me I guess. I’m not at all homophobic but I always get somewhat uncomftable when they touch me for some reason. But Stephen was different but still I had that slight uncomfortable feeling. He finally let me go. ‘I got news.’ He said.

    ‘You won the lottery or your boyfriend wants to sell me insurance.’ I laughed.

    ‘He’s a moron. No. I’m your new roommate.’

    ‘Really?’ I was stoked. ‘Seriously?’

    Stephen laughed. ‘I didn’t bring my luggage for show ya know!’ I helped Stephen unpack and put his stuff away. It did seem weird that he had a lot of Leather and a few restraints. I didn’t think much about it right then though. As time passed, I still was goin’ out with Cat and Stephen was in our dorm room half bored to death. I found it odd that he didn’t talk about his boyfriend or anyone called him except his brother, Nathan to say good night and that his Dad was coming to visit next month. One evening I got in early. I saw Stephen with one of those funky-looking chasity things on his cock, which was 7′ long.

    ‘What are you doing?’ I asked quizzedly.

    ‘I’m trying not to jerk off.’ Stephen replied flatly. I stared at the TV a moment. It was hard not to jerk off to porn. It was two guys, probably Football jocks I guessed, goin’ at it. I turned my face away and yawned. ‘Well to each his own, good night Stepen.’ I crashed on my bed without taking off my shoes. I saw Cat the next day and she just smirked.

    ‘Slept with shoes on again?’

    ‘How can you tell?’

    ‘Because your shirt’s on backwards.’ she laughed.

    ‘Fuck.’ I muttered. I fixed the problem before a big crowd surfaced to see my 4-pack. For some reason I couldn’t focus on anything that day. Cat was talking and I was listening without paying attention. My dream of Stephen flickered in my mind all day. All of a sudden I was confused. I was straight. I liked chicks. That was my thing. But what was it about Stephen I wanted? I had no answers. None. Two weeks later, I waited for Stephen to get in from classes. He finally did I told him I wanted to talk on a serious note. He just stared at me blank for a second. We sat on my bed and I hesitated but managed to get the ball rolling so to speak.

    ‘Stephen, how did you find out…. about you know, yourself?’

    ‘One day at my old man’s truckyard. I just turned 18 and this big funky Trucker asked me to help him with his truck. His smell and one look at his naked body and I was hooked since. We fucked everytime I go to the truckyard.’ he stared at me intensely a long moment. ‘Why you ask, Fi?’

    ‘Well see I… well I…’ I struggled for words.

    ‘Are you curious?’ Stephen asked.

    ‘I guess. Fuck I don’t know.’

    ‘If you want, You can expriment with me. No word will go beyond these four walls. I promise. If you like it, We’ll continue on. If you don’t, we’ll laugh about it later and you can say you tried.’ He must have saw a question in my green eyes cuz he answered. ‘You won’t jepardize our friendship.’ We got undressed and I stared at him, my whole body tensed. I had no idea what to expect. Stephen kissed me gently. I flinched and stiffened.

    ‘It’s ok Fi. You can say you like it.’ The weird thing was I could taste his breath which was french fry grease mixed with onions and peppermint. I pulled him on the bed with me and kissed him back and ran my hand down his slightly furry back. He growled a little at that, signaling he liked it. The more we kissed, the harder we were breathing. I felt his tongue go down until it found mine and tognue wrestled for a while.

    ‘Hold on.’ he whispered.

    ‘No.’ I cried. ‘You’re going?’

    ‘Of course not.’ he replied. It was pitch black now. ‘I’m just getting supplies.’ I heard him rustling through his bag.’

    ‘Stephen, no. I don’t want to be tied up.’ I said.

    ‘Not those kind of supplies.’ he replied. ‘Condoms, lube. ever heard of either?’ He didn’t let me answer. I heard a click and a clatter. I guess he took off that weird chasity device. ‘It’s gonna hurt at first, Fi. But don’t fight me or you’ll make it worse.’ I could only see his gray eyes in the faint light from the window.He propped my legs on his shoulders. I felt the lube on his fingers as he steched my hole. I gasped and tried to get away, but he held me still. ‘Hold still man. I know it hurts like hell. I been there before.’

    ‘But I thought you were a Top?’ I said, my confusion on my face.

    ‘Oh I’m Top/Versatile. I been fucked up the ass a few times. I get tested every three encounters. I’m still negative. Don’t orry. Now I’m about to go in you now. I won’t breed you since it’s your first. Ready?’

    I couldn’t answer so I shrugged my shoulders. ‘I guess.’ That big pole went though me I almost hollered. Damn it hurt like hell. Stephen wasn’t lying. But the painfaded after a short while. Then it hit me. He wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me. To me there was a small difference. The difference was speed mostly. He was taking his time and kissed me every so often. But all too soon I was close to cumming. ‘Stephen, stop.’ I cried. He stared at me. ‘What?’ he asked.

    ‘I’m… I’m close.’ I stammered the words out.’

    ‘I know. Me too.’ He pulled out and crawled on top of me and kissed wrestled and kissed some more. ‘I gotta get off man, Or i’ll go crazy.’ I gasped realizing I couldn’t calm down. I wasn’t gon’ to lose my erection til I came.

    ‘Me too. Fuck me Fi.’ Stephen lined his ass to my long cock. ‘Fuck me man, just like I fucked you. You can breed my ass if you like the feeling.’ I got Stephen to his knees and fucked him a little rougher then he did me. ‘Damn your hole is tight Stephen, I’m so fuckin’ close.’ I groaned as spraying my cum into him.

    ‘Oh fuck! Little Big Mouse, you shoot a huge ass hell load in me!’ he cried out in relief. I figured he came about the same time I did. We showered together and he sat me on the bathroom sink and kissed me some more. Man Stephen liked kissing me a lot. It didn’t bother me anymore. I saw Cat two days later and I told her about Stephen and I, expecting a big fight. She just smiled. ‘You’re the first man that admitted it.’ she said. ‘I think that makes us closer as a couple than ever. I don’t mind it as longas it’s just Stephen. I know you two go way back.’

    ‘Thanks Cat for being so understanding.’ I sighed in relief. ‘We still on for next Saturday Night at the Octoplex?’

    ‘Of course.’ she replied, tossing back her copper colored hair.

    ‘Great, now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a big Irish bloke up in my room that’s tied up to the bed that needs some loving.’ I smiled waved back at Cat, then jogged away.


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  • High School Graduation

    Holy shit!

    There were only 3 of us left at the party now, me, Will and KC, the mysterious Hollywood actor who for some weird reason had decided to come along to our graduation party from Apple Valley High.

    I was still mostly laying down on the chaise lounge pretty close to the pool. Will was sitting on the grass a few feet away with his arms around his knees still sort of looking up at the night sky in the general direction of Orion. KC had stood up when Joey left and now walked over to look at the pool.

    Suddenly I had to pee.

    ‘Um, Will, is it okay if I use your bathroom?’

    Will gave me a look. ‘Shut up TJ! Like you really have to ask? We’re best friends all the way through high school and we’ve seen each other naked like a million times. What the fuck?’

    I gave Will my best confused look and opened my mouth to speak. But I didn’t say anything.

    I popped up off the lounge and bolted toward Will’s bedroom. It was familiar territory for me, having spent many a night on the spare bed in his room, having showered there tons of times, having even wanked myself off a couple of those times, having watched the Leeman brothers give Will the best blowjob of his life just a few hours ago before the party started. Will’s bathroom represented a sort of safe haven for me.

    When I got inside Will’s room, I grabbed my underwear which had dried somewhat and brought them into the bathroom. Then I closed and locked the door.

    ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’ I whispered to myself in the mirror.

    I undid the shorts I was wearing and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. I looked down at my cock. I was still sort of semi-hard from all the talk about my dick outside with everybody. There was no way I could pee. I didn’t even want to touch myself at this point; I had no idea if I would cum immediately or get one of those impossible hard-ons that never goes down. I dangled my dick over the toilet, and hoped for the best. Still keeping my hands away, I only hoped my aim was good.

    Nothing happened.

    I waited about a minute or so, but my cock wasn’t getting any softer, and I really couldn’t pee. Without thinking about it, I started to hum. It wasn’t long before I realized that it was our high school fight song.

    ‘You’re such a fucking idiot,’ I said to the toilet.

    Even though nothing had come out, I flushed anyway. It seemed like the right thing to do.

    Carefully, without touching myself, I pulled Will’s pants up and buttoned them. Then I realize I’d brought my underwear in with me, so I undid them again, dropped them down and off my feet completely. I tugged on my damp shorts, and then repeated the process of pulling up the pants.

    I looked in the mirror and sighed. Why the hell hadn’t I gone home with Joey? At least then I was sure to get laid. What on earth was I doing hoping to have something happen with Will? There was just no way!

    As I washed my hands I thought of Joey naked. That first time I’d bumped into him in the shower room way back last fall. He was so fucking hot! Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect teeth! I even liked his feet, but I hadn’t seen his dick that day. Even so, it didn’t matter, I’d fantasized about him quite a few times in the days that followed, and my brain penciled in his dick like I’d imagined it would be.

    My underwear got tighter as I felt my wiener fill up and thicken. Again

    I looked at my hair in the mirror. Yuck!

    Did I actually hang out at my graduation party looking like this? I drizzled bit of water from my hand onto my hair and tried to make myself look better.

    For…..? For who? I shrugged my shoulders. Will was my best friend but it was not beneath me to jack off thinking about having sex with him.

    And then there was KC. I had absolutely no idea why he was here. Who could he have come with? Which one of our friends at Apple Valley actually knew a Hollywood movie star? This was Will’s party, of course, and he definitely didn’t invite him.

    Not that I was complaining of course. KC was way better looking in person than on the big screen. I always loved his straight brown hair, how it fell lazily over his forehead. His dark eyes, dark eyebrows and killer smile made him the total package. He made millions as an actor for each movie he did as a leading man – in my book, he deserved it, especially if he took his shirt off for the cameras.

    I stared at the reflection of my crotch. It was bigger than usual, but unless you were really concentrating on it, you probably couldn’t tell that I had like an 80% erection. Did I really want to go back outside and help Will finish the clean-up from the party with a hard dick? Did I have a choice? It didn’t seem to be going down.

    I took a deep breath, adjusted my shirt a little bit over the top of my pants and left to go back outside.

    When I got back outside, Will and KC were sitting side-by-side with their feet in the pool. KC had taken his shirt off.

    As I got closer and saw his chest and arms, hairless and bronzed, the 20% left to go for my boner was a foregone conclusion – it was only a matter of time.

    Seconds, actually. I felt the tip of my cock slip out the top of my underwear.

    I stopped and gave myself another adjustment. Where was my backpack for me to hide my hard-on behind like I did at school?

    ‘TJ, why don’t you join us?’ KC said to me as I walked up. ‘The water is great!’

    ‘Yeah, I’m sure,’ I said, not committing to join them or not. ‘I was sort of in before, I think before you got here.’

    ‘Come on buddy, join us, it’s been a long night. We can finish cleaning up in the morning. You can sleep over if you want,’ Will said.

    ‘Um, I gotta call my folks,’ I said. There was no way they would come and get me so late; they were probably asleep already anyway. I’m sure it would be no big deal for them to let me stay. I mean, I was 18 anyway; did I really even have to ask anymore?

    ‘They’re probably asleep already, forget it, they’ll be cool,’ Will said. He raised one arm, motioning for me to come sit beside him.

    I took off my shoes and socks and sat down. Even though I’d been in the pool a couple hours ago, the cool water surprised me.

    ‘Did you wash your hands?’ KC asked me with a smile.

    I looked at his gorgeous teeth. How could they be that white?

    I nodded, acknowledging that I’d washed my hands. Then I held up my palms for the actor to inspect. KC looked at them and smiled.

    ‘Not that big,’ he said. ‘I thought that somebody with an eight and a third inch penis would have bigger hands.’ Will snickered to himself and looked away.

    I looked at my hands. He was right, they were sort of small. My feet weren’t that impressive either, just a size 9. I lifted my feet up out of the water and wiggled my toes. KC’s eyes moved to my feet and he smiled again, this time with his lips together. ‘Nice,’ he said.

    ‘Um, can I ask, why are you guys still talking about dicks?’ I asked.

    ‘Actually we weren’t,’ KC answered. ‘We were talking about going for a swim. Seems like the right way to cap off a very nice evening, right Will?’ KC lightly punched my best friend in the arm.

    Will quickly stood up, flung his shirt behind him, slipped out of his pants and shorts, stood naked between us for a moment, and then jumped into the pool. KC arched his eyebrows and looked at me. In an instant, he too stood up, took off his clothes and dove in.

    Oh my god, was I really outside by Will’s pool about to skinny-dipping with one of my favorite actors ever. I’d say that between Will and KC, they made up practically the majority of my fantasies when I stroked myself off.

    One problem, I still had an erection. Getting rid of my clothes would have to wait a minute or so.

    Will and KC seemed to ignore me. They both swam laps partly under water, partly on the surface, partly on top. I watched their butts and smiled. KC’s had no hair, Will had just a little. Like his chest.

    I sighed. There was no way my dick would be getting soft anytime soon.

    I watched from the pool’s edge as my best friend and KC hung on to the side of the pool in the deep end. They were talking and smiling, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. They saw me watching them. I sat down and took off my shirt. That would have to do it for now.

    ‘Come on, TJ, the water’s awesome!’ Will said loudly from across the pool. He waved his hand to me to emphasize that I should get in the water.

    I had to think fast.

    ‘In a minute,’ I said. ‘I just had some chips and I don’t want to get a cramp.’

    How totally lame!

    Will and KC looked at each other again, then disappeared under the surface of the pool. I watched them casually. They were swimming right toward me, their naked bodies lit up and magnified through the water.

    I felt a little pre-cum ooze out from the top of my cock.

    In an instant, they were on my side of the pool and quickly lifted themselves up onto the deck. Their bodies glistened in the dim light from the moon, I watched transfixed unable to appreciate that they had left the pool to come and get me. I didn’t move.

    When they got over to me, they got me all wet as the pool water dripped off their hair, their faces and their arms. I put up no protest as the two nude men lifted me up and then swung me like a hammock, KC had me under the shoulders, and Will had me by the ankles.

    It would be the second time in the same evening that I’d been tossed into Will’s pool. This time, I had only Will’s shorts on, and my own damp underwear. I landed clumsily in the shallow end and sank immediately to the bottom. I got to my feet and stood facing Will and KC who remained outside of the pool, still dripping.

    My eyes focused on KC’s mid-section. He must have seen me staring at his crotch as he gave himself a little tug, and then jumped back into the pool, making a huge cannonball a few feet away from me. Through the splashing, I saw Will do the same on the other side.

    For the next 20 minutes, the three of us clambered up the steps in the deep end and then jumped back in trying to make as big a splash as we could, laughing and screaming and bragging about it all the while. I tried like hell to get a good, solid look at KC’s cock but the darkness and the speed that we were all moving kept me from doing so. I had kept my shorts on for the first few minutes but then I was finally able to take them off and join in the skinny-dipping when I was pretty sure my dick wasn’t as hard as a rock.

    Just three guys hanging out naked late one night having a blast in Will’s pool. We made a feeble attempt at not waking up Will’s parents, who’d turned in a while ago.

    After like 50 times in and out of the pool, we were all totally out of breath and hanging on to the side.

    ‘That was fucking great!’ KC said, a little breathless. ‘I can’t remember the last time I’ve done this.’

    ‘You mean cannonballs or you mean skinny-dipping?’ I asked, gasping for air a bit myself. As a runner I was in pretty decent shape cardio-wise, but somehow swimming always wore me out.

    ‘Both!’ KC said, excitedly.

    While Will and I panted away, KC dove back underway and made his all the way to the shallow end without surfacing. He hoisted himself up by the shoulders and stood up quickly, pool water streaming off his back and over his ass cheeks. They were hairless and perfect. I made a mental note to rent all of his movies the instant I got home.

    ‘Okay if I use the head in your room,’ KC asked, casually, turning his head to look directly at Will, his front side still out of view.

    ‘Um, yeah, sure, its right in there, on the left after you go in my room,’ Will said, breathing every couple of words.

    KC grabbed a towel that had been used earlier in the evening by somebody – maybe even me? – and dabbed at his hair and ears.

    I silently hoped he didn’t get one of my pubes in his ear.

    I was watching KC’s body so closely in the dim light from the moon and the back of the house that I’m afraid my jaw dropped open just a little bit. Will said something but I didn’t really catch it.

    I stuck my fingers in my own ears and made a show of trying to get the water out of them. Then I shook my head.

    ‘What?’ I said, more loudly than needed.

    Will smiled.

    ‘I said,’ Will repeated and then paused, following the trail my eyes blazed all the way to KC’s butt, ‘that it’s pretty fucking wild we’ve got a real life movie star hanging out with us.’

    ‘Naked,’ I added unnecessarily.

    Will smiled. ‘Oh yeah, naked,’ he said, rubbing my hair with a knuckle. ‘I almost forgot.’

    Now I smiled and looked at Will. I shrugged my shoulders.

    ‘What do you want from me? I am who I am.’

    ‘I know, TJ, I know, I’ve known for a long time.’

    My eyes met Will’s. Could he possibly have figured me out? I studied his face. Actually, what the fuck? How could he possibly NOT have figured me out?

    I smirked and looked away.

    ‘I probably should have talked to you a long time ago,’ I said, suddenly serious.

    He nodded. ‘Yes. I think you should have,’ Will said. ‘You know stuff like that doesn’t matter to me, right?’

    I looked back into his dark eyes, they were moist. I couldn’t tell if he was about to cry or if pool water was still dripping into them from his hair.

    In my peripheral vision, I saw KC stop toweling off and turn and face us. He paused a moment, as if he was listening, but there’s no way he could hear what we were talking about from way across the yard. He wrapped the towel around his waist and padded off into Will’s room. Will and I turned and watched him go. We heard Will’s bedroom close as KC stepped inside in his bare feet.

    ‘So, are you officially gay, I mean like totally 100%?’ Will asked.

    I chuckled.

    ‘Well, I don’t know if it’s official, but yeah, I guess you could say that. 100%.’

    Will screwed up his face and looked deeply into me. ‘So……girls are like totally out of the picture then?’

    I nodded. ‘You’re not really asking me that are you?’ I said, ‘I mean, who’s the last girl you saw me go out with?’

    Will looked up at the sky and shook his head. ‘Umm…..’

    I giggled and socked him in the arm. ‘Hello? It wasn’t really that hard a question! How about Kathy Brewer, like maybe two, three months ago?’

    Will shook his head again and smiled. ‘That was a date? I thought you and her were just, you know, exchanging cake recipes or something?’ He laughed at his own joke and I punched him again.

    ‘Ow!’

    ‘Fuck you very much!’ I said. I grabbed a nipple on his chest and twisted it clockwise.

    ‘Ow! Cut it out! No, seriously, you gotta admit, it’s a little weird that we’ve been, like, best friends ever high school started, and you’ve got this big thing, this really big thing that we’ve never discussed.’

    I initially thought he was talking about my dick, but then decided he wasn’t and ignored his double meaning. ‘I don’t bake cake,’ I said. ‘All I do you pretty much know all ready.’ I paused and looked at Will’s face. His eyebrows were scrunched up and he seemed very serious. ‘I run, I study my ass off and get good grades and pretty much just hang out with you.’ I paused again. ‘And…well, I guess I fuck around a little. That’s it! There you have my entire life. Basically, you know it all now.’

    Will sighed. ‘Yeah, I know about everything but the fucking around stuff,’ he said. ‘Someday you’ll have to fill me in.’

    I whistled and exhaled both at the same time.

    ‘You would wet your pants, Will. You have no idea the stuff I’ve gotten myself into lately,’ I said.

    Will raised his eyebrows. ‘Or…WHO you’ve gotten yourself into.’

    We both laughed.

    I glanced again toward the sky, but a cloud had moved in front of where Orion had been.

    ‘So what’s it like?’ Will asked me after a while.

    ‘What? What’s what like?’

    ‘You know, what’s it like? I mean, what’s it like fucking other guys?’

    I blushed and looked down at the pool.

    ‘It’s good, I guess,’ I said. ‘I mean, it’s really, really good! It just feels, you know, really great!’

    ‘Different than girls?’

    ‘Like I would know,’ I said. ‘People say it’s a lot tighter I think.’

    ‘Hmm,’ Will said.

    ‘Of course, there’s that other part too,’ I added.

    ‘What other part?’

    I blushed again. ‘You know, you can’t always just fuck other guys.’ I took a breath. ‘Sometimes you gotta be on the receiving end. You gotta get fucked too.’

    ‘Oh.’

    Suddenly I felt very warm. I reached up and splashed water on my face.

    ‘What’s that like?’ Will asked finally.

    I moved away from the wall and started treading water in the deep end. ‘Well, it hurts at first. I’m not really a pro or anything, I’ve only done it once. But once you get used to it, you know, it feels pretty amazing. I think I really loved it.’

    ‘Um, who did it? I mean, who popped your butt cherry?’

    ‘Will!’

    ‘Sorry, sorry. Is that too much?’

    I nodded then tilted my head back and dunked my hair in the water.

    ‘Sorry. I thought best friends could do or say anything around each other.’

    I looked at him. I wanted to tell him. It just seemed like it crossed a line somehow. Not tonight, but maybe someday soon.

    ‘You’re right, it’s just that…’

    ‘You’re not ready yet,’ Will finished my sentence for me. ‘That’s okay, I get it. But let’s keep talking about it. I want to know everything. In this whole crazy world, you’re like my closest friend, and we’ve got to be able to talk openly about everything. If I’m gonna be your best friend too, you need to allow me to be there for you in every possible way.’

    My eyes teared up. ‘Thanks Will,’ I sniffed.

    I moved closer to Will in the pool and we gave each other a fist bump.

    KC came back outside and we heard Will’s door close quietly again. He walked over to wear his jeans lay in a heap on the patio and slipped off his towel. He smiled as he saw us both watching him, and his teeth gleamed, sucking in every bit of the moonlight. KC’s dick flopped back and forth as he bent over to pick up his pants. Seemed nice. But damn this low light, why couldn’t it be a full moon?

    KC tugged his jeans over his feet and onto his legs, leaving his underwear still on the cement. He kept his gaze on Will and me on the other side of the pool as he snapped himself up. They fit him beautifully, and without underwear there was a little space between the lower section of his abs and the inner part of his jeans.

    I swallowed hard, and felt the blood rush to my cock a couple of feet below, safely underwater.

    KC took a few steps in our direction, barefoot, shirtless, wet hair dangling in his face and onto his shoulders. He was still smiling, and I’d fallen hopelessly in love with his teeth!

    Absently my left hand moved through the water and grabbed hold of my own penis. Yup. Was there a world record for the number of hard-ons in a single day? Surely I was a contender.

    KC sat down on the pool ledge. He dangled his bare feet over the side but not quite into the water. Will and both looked at him. I studied his feet. Nice, perfectly shaped toes with just a tiny bit of hair, well-trimmed nails, and they arched somewhat underneath – I’d have to give him about a 9.5 for feet.

    ‘Sorry if the bathroom was a disaster,’ Will said needlessly. ‘I haven’t had a chance to get to it yet.’

    KC chuckled and looked at Will. ‘It’s not like you didn’t just have a couple hundred people over at your party earlier tonight,’ he said. ‘Seriously, dude, don’t worry about it, it was fine.’

    Will smiled and relaxed. He exhaled.

    ‘It was a pretty fucking great party, Will,’ I said.

    ‘Sure was,’ KC added.

    ‘Thanks.’

    Unsure what to say next, the three of us looked up at the stars again. Orion had moved.

    ‘So KC,’ Will began. ‘I’m dying to know, how did you, you know, how did you manage to come to my party? I mean, it’s no big deal, of course, you’re totally welcome. It’s just that, well, you know, we don’t get big Hollywood movie stars here in Apple Valley much. Did you come with somebody?’

    KC smiled and looked at the two naked high school graduates still hanging on to the tile a few feet away from him.

    ‘I’ll admit,’ he said, ‘it’s a little out of the ordinary, you’re probably right. I mean, I don’t even know you guys and I sort of crashed your party.’

    ‘No, it’s cool, don’t worry,’ Will stammered.

    ‘So who’d you come with KC? I’m dying to know?’ I said.

    ‘You really have no idea?’ KC said, looking at me with a funny grin.

    I shook my head.

    KC exhaled and looked away.

    ‘Joey Collucci,’ he said. ‘I came with Joey.’

    My mouth dropped open. ‘What the…?’

    KC pursed his lips and looked directly at me. Underwater I removed my hand from my dick. It didn’t seem like I should be playing with myself with KC’s eyes boring into me, while I talked with him about Joey Collucci, somebody I’d fucked.

    I was only semi-hard now anyway.

    ‘Why didn’t Joey, I mean, I didn’t even realize he had any friends who were actors. I thought all his friends were his football buddies,’ I said.

    ‘Or cheerleaders,’ Will added.

    ‘Um, yeah, cheerleaders too,’ I said.

    I lifted myself up out of the water with my back against the tile. The water cascaded off my upper body and streamed quickly over the partial erection between my legs. KC watched me with interest.

    ‘Nice,’ he said. ‘You’re a runner, right? Just like that twin guy…um, Danny, right? You guys were both on the track team he said.’

    I sat on the side and let my legs hang into the water. Will looked up at me from the pool, keeping his eyes off my dick.

    I ignored KC’s question. ‘I can’t believe you came with Joey,’ Will said. ‘Were you guys pretty good friends?’

    ‘Actually I’ve known his cousin Tino for a while. I did a shoot at a local college and we needed some football players as extras. Tino and I started hanging out. We’d go to bars, parties, you know the usual stuff. One day we played a little touch football on the beach, Tino brought a bunch of his friends. That’s how I met Joey. That was like two or three weeks ago. You know? And then he invited me to his party. Cops shut us down, those shits! Then, well, I guess I wound up here with you guys.’

    The whole time KC was explaining this, he kept his eyes on my dick. I opened my legs a little big to give him a better view, being careful that Will couldn’t see what KC could.

    ‘With you guys doing naked cannonballs into the pool after everybody else has left.’

    Will and I giggled. Will then hoisted himself up out of the water and sat down on the edge beside me. We were quite a pair, we looked like before and after photographs at a testosterone clinic. Me: slight, scrawny and hairless, my hands, my feet, and especially my dick could easily slip inside those body parts on Will. He was a bigger, broader, hairier version, and his dick up against mine made my relatively wee little member look pretty ridiculous.

    I watched Will and then amused myself watching KC watch Will also. My wee little weenie jolted a bit at the perverted thoughts my brain forced on the rest of me.

    ‘So maybe I should get out of here,’ KC said, suddenly. ‘It’s late, and I don’t want to, you know, overstay my welcome.’

    Will and I looked at each other and shrugged.

    ‘Stay,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, stay,’ Will said.

    I took the opportunity to peek at Will’s cock, nestled curiously both between his legs and flopped out onto his left thigh.

    Fuck, what a monster! My dick shivered once and stretched back out to now be officially an almost boner.

    ‘I’ve never done naked cannonballs with a movie star before,’ Will said.

    ‘Me neither,’ I said quickly.

    KC smiled.

    ‘All right, I’ll stick around, so long as I’m not, you know, imposing on you guys.’ He looked at us. Man, he had amazing eyes, soft lips. I could get lost somewhere in all that, I thought to myself.

    ‘You make a pretty fucking great cannonball, KC,’ I said, sounding like a groupie.

    ‘That was pretty fun,’ he said. ‘Kind of’ rough on the old butt cheeks though.’ KC rubbed the top of his ass through his jeans.

    I lifted my own butt off the pavement and tried to have a look. I couldn’t. KC followed my gaze and tried to see if I had a red behind, but neither of us could see it very well in the dark light.

    Will stood up.

    ‘Here KC, help me out,’ Will said.

    Will circled his arm under mine. KC got to his feet and mimicked Will. A moment later, the two of them had me in the air, upside down, ass toward Orion. I kicked my feet in mock protest, but not too much. I was afraid I’d get dropped on my head.

    Will spanked my butt with a flat open palm and motioned for KC to do the same. KC complied. Will gave me one more whack and then leaned in close to my cheeks to check out his work.

    ‘Hmm, looks pretty red to me,’ Will said matter-of-factly.

    KC agreed.

    I was now fully hard.

    ‘So what was that like TJ, as bad or about the same as doing naked cannonballs into the pool?’ Will asked.

    I thought about how to respond, and came up empty.

    ‘Um,’ I said.

    They let me down and I now stood upright and thought again which was worse. I had forgotten about my hard-on, but it must have stood out, despite the poor light. Both Will and KC looked at it. I blushed.

    ‘Sorry, guys…’

    KC shook his head. ‘Nothing to be sorry about, TJ, nothing at all.’

    I scratched absently at my chest and put the other hand in front of my erection, but my hand couldn’t quite conceal the full eight and a third inches. I looked into KCs eyes and smiled.

    ‘Nice,’ he whispered.

    Will nodded.

    ‘All right, all right,’ I said, in a sort of half-protest. ‘What’s going on here?’ I backed up away from the pool a couple steps.

    Will and KC looked each other conspiratorially. Will was nude, of course, and his thick cock was growing. I watched it in silence as it snaked its way about half way up toward Orion as well. I took my hand away from my mid-section and let my dick bounce forward, a splatter of my seemingly endless supply of pre-cum flew through the air and landed on the cement at the edge of the pool. KC watched it land, then smiled.

    ‘Should we?’ KC asked, rhetorically. His jeans had gotten fuller, the space between his flat abs and the fabric had practically doubled.

    Will nodded again.

    ‘Do you wanna start?’ Will asked, looking at KC.

    Now KC nodded.

    Will quickly took a step behind me, grabbed my arms and held them tightly so that I was effectively pinned. I could feel the hair on his arms, the light hair on his chest and his semi-hard monster dick pressing against me all at once. I exhaled as if the air had been let out of me and relaxed against him. I watched KC bend down onto his knees. After hesitating a moment to look carefully at the hardness of my cock, he grasped it with both of his hands and then placed his lips lightly around the end, licking off the pre-cum.

    I shuddered and let out a gasp.

    Holy Matrix Batman! A real-life Hollywood actor was giving me a blow job!

    KC worked on my cock for what seemed like an eternity. He alternated his hands, licked the shaft up and down, and even plopped my ball sack into his mouth. The combined sensation of KC’s tongue and hands on my front side, along with Will’s now huge erection pressing mightily against my back side. Every now and then, KC would let a finger wander down below my nuts and linger over my butthole. He moistened his finger with some saliva, spun it around a few times on the head of my hard-on, then gradually slipped it inside my ass. Will’s balls felt warm and soft between my cheeks.

    ‘Ahh!’ I said to Orion, wherever he was.

    ‘Shh,’ Will whispered.

    I craned my neck and tried to look at Will. KC never let up, jack hammering my cock up and down with one hand, probing inside the almost-virgin depths of my ass with his finger.

    ‘Hello?’ I said, quietly. ‘You try to keep quiet while all of this is going on!’

    Will laughed and KC mumbled something unintelligible, my dick was still in his mouth.

    KC kept me on the brink of insanity, cumming, not cumming, I didn’t really know. I couldn’t believe the sensations that were flying around my body. Could his finger be doing all this to me? My eyes started to roll backward in my head.

    Behind me Will was doing nothing but holding me up. I leaned against his legs and his chest, loving the feeling of his hard dick squeezed between us. It felt like Will’s cock started somewhere down near the top of my ass crack and then ended up between my shoulder blades!

    Finally, KC stopped.

    I was a mess. I took a couple deep breaths and then looked down at him.

    ‘Nice dick,’ KC said.

    I felt some drool collect at the corner of my mouth. ‘Nice mouth,’ I said in return.

    He smiled and licked the tip of my dick.

    ‘You’re like a major pre-cum dude,’ KC said.

    I nodded. What was I supposed to say?

    Will let go of me and backed away. As he did, the towering manhood between his legs slid very slowly down the center of my back. My dick throbbed in response, it made KC grin.

    Will slipped around into eyesight for me and sat down on the ground. KC finally took his hands off my cock and looked at the two of us.

    ‘Um, are we done here?’ I asked.

    KC paused, then said: ‘You guys should fuck.’

    I stopped breathing.

    Will looked down at his dick. He didn’t have to lower his eyes very much. His penis was so big when it was hard that it seemed like it was just everywhere.

    ‘Okay with me,’ Will said. ‘It might hurt a little…at first. But we can give it a shot.’

    ‘No fucking way,’ I said. ‘That’s impossible.’

    ‘Don’t worry, TJ, I’ll help you, you can do it.’

    ‘No KC, I can’t,’ I said. ‘I mean, shit! Look at that thing!’

    As if on cue, Will lay back on his elbows and the true magnificence of his erect dick was revealed. It was a Leaning Tower of Penis. I shuddered.

    ‘We’re going to need some lube,’ KC said.

    ‘I’ve got a little bit of Vaseline in my bathroom,’ Will said, helpfully.

    I shot him a look.

    ‘Hello? This is my butt we’re talking about here,’ I said. ‘Do I have a say in this at all?’

    ‘Of course you do, TJ,’ KC said. ‘But you know what, this is the right thing to do. I can tell.’

    ‘What are you talking about?’

    ‘Trust me TJ, I know. It’s really kind of special this bond that you and Will seem to have. Letting him screw you in the ass is like the perfect way to celebrate that.’

    ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ I said. ‘Are you my therapist now?’

    I looked down at my crotch. Nothing had changed. I was hard as a rock, a little pool of pre-cum glistening on the tip of my dick.

    ‘No, TJ, I just play one on TV,’ KC said.

    Will giggled and I kicked him with my foot. I looked at his penis and shook my head slowly from side to side.

    KC scrambled to his feet. ‘Where’s the lube?’ he said.

    ‘I’ve got a little jar of Vaseline under the sink in my bathroom.’

    Three seconds later, KC was back. Tub of lube in hand. I shuddered again.

    Will got to his feet, his penis reaching for the stars. KC popped the top off of the jar of Vaseline. He nodded to Will’s massive member.

    ‘Do you mind if I, you know…?’ KC asked, waiting for permission to lather up the monster.

    Will smirked and said yes. KC got right to it. By the time he was done, Will’s weenie was slathered up with lube from top to bottom. KC stood back and admired his handiwork.

    ‘That’s quite a penis, Will,’ KC said.

    ‘Yeah, I’m blessed, I think,’ Will said.

    I nodded vigorously. ‘It’s kind of over the top, don’t you think?’ I added, still holding out hope that it was not really gonna be rammed up my butt.

    ‘Biggest I’ve ever seen,’ KC said. ‘Or heard about,’ he added, smiling.

    I sighed.

    ‘Bend over, TJ,’ KC said.

    I immediately did as I was told.

    As I held my ankles with my hands and felt the cool night air wafting across my asshole, I looked up at KC. ‘Um, just a question, if you don’t mind, of course, KC.’

    ‘Shoot,’ KC said.

    ‘Why exactly are you helping us out with this? I mean, I’m just curious,’ I said.

    ‘The truth? You want the truth?’

    Upside down, I looked him in the eye and nodded.

    ‘Joey asked me to,’ KC said simply.

    ‘Joey?’

    ‘He said that it was long overdue. He said that you guys were best friends, closer than just about anybody else he’d ever met. He said that you were both great guys, that you were amazing in the sack, and that he knew you wanted to finally have an amazing sexual experience with your closest friend on earth.’

    My mouth was suddenly very dry. Joey? How the fuck could Joey have really known what I’d wanted for so long from Will? How the fuck could he just ask somebody, a total stranger, to help me have sex with my best friend?

    ‘Let’s do this,’ Will said, moving into position, his gigantic cock laying heavily on my back. I took a deep breath and braced myself.

    KC stood beside me and spread my buttocks wide. He gripped the end of Will’s dick and shoved it down so that the mushroom head pulsed against my butthole. I breathed deeply in and out, a big drop of pre-cum from my hard-on splatted on the ground between my legs

    ‘Are you ready?’

    ‘Let’s just go,’ I said, resigned to my fate.

    Will thrust his hips forward. He knocked me completely over. I fell forward and executed a perfect somersault. I landed on my back with my legs in the air and cracked up. KC and Will laughed too.

    ‘I think I need ballast,’ I said.

    This caused my best friend and my new favorite actor to start giggling again. As Will laughed, his penis bounced up and down like a jack-hammer. I watched it go up and down and quickly stopped laughing. I hopped up onto my feet and wiggled my ass back into position. The plum-sized head of Will’s boner pushed through the outside wall of my asshole.

    ‘Agh,’ I said, involuntarily.

    ‘Easy tiger,’ KC said. ‘Give him a minute to get used to it.’

    Will let his fat cock just sit there inside of me while I hyperventilated. KC grabbed at my dick to try and be helpful. Something about having a movie star stroke the shaft of my cock while my best friend tried to plunge his ridiculously big penis inside of my butt struck me as funny and I started to laugh.

    KC wrapped his lips around mine to quiet me. While he kissed me I calmed down.

    Will slowly eased in. Tears came to my eyes but I stood my ground. KC’s tongue explored my mouth and I gradually relaxed. Will was being patient. When he was maybe halfway inside of me, I unlocked my mouth from KC’s and peeked around my backside.

    ‘Oh my god,’ I said, ‘that’s it? That’s as far as you’ve gotten in there?’

    ‘Shh,’ Will said.

    KC’s mouth found mine again and he kissed me heartily. I concentrated on letting our tongues explore each other and thought about something other than the pain in my butt. KC was a pretty good kisser and I let myself be taken away. KC’s free hand rubbed Vaseline up and down the entire length of my cock.

    ‘Agh,’ I said again. ‘Fuck me Will,’ I said, surprising myself.

    ‘You got it, pal,’ Will said. ‘Take my big fucking dick.’

    As Will shoved himself more and more inside of me, KC made himself useful. He kissed me, he jerked my cock, and I found myself getting lost in it all. The pre-cum was flowing out of me like a faucet now.

    Five minutes later it was done.

    Will screamed and twisted his pelvis around as he came inside my ass. I exploded with a load unlike any I’d ever seen before come out of me. KC’s mouth still surrounded my own, he kept kissing me even well after we had both cum. I noticed the fullness in KC’s jeans and smiled to myself.

    As Will slide his huge shaft slowly out of my butthole, there was an audible pop. My hard-on had not softened at all. KC bent over and licked the end where a little bit of sperm had stuck. I shivered and pushed his head away. My dick was always super sensitive after I’d gotten off. He sucked the last of my cum from the head of my penis and then came up to give me a bleachy open-mouth kiss. Will backed away and watched the two of us, letting me and KC sort of have our moment.

    ‘Well that was pretty fucking awesome,’ Will said when KC and I finally separated.

    ‘I have to admit,’ KC added, ‘it was pretty fucking awesome to watch too.’

    I just smiled and said nothing.

    ‘You two should do this again,’ KC said. ‘It seemed like you fit pretty good inside of him once he got used to it,’ he said to Will, looking away from me.

    I flipped KC the bird.

    ‘Well I guess this had to happen,’ Will said. ‘It was a long time in coming.’

    I squinted my eyes and looked at Will. Really?

    ‘Thanks,’ KC said. ‘Thanks for letting me be here and be a part of it.’

    I raised my hand to shake KCs. It was all I could not to fall asleep on the spot, hard-on or not.

    A few minutes later Will and KC were carrying me inside. Once we got into Will’s room will carefully set me down on the spare bed across from his that I’d slept in many times. He tucked me in and brushed the hair on my forehead away from my eyes. KC pulled my ear gently and kissed me lightly on it.

    My ass hurt. I was covered in a curious combination of chlorine, Vaseline, sweat and sperm, but I smiled to myself as I let my eyes close. In an instant I was asleep.


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  • The Cup Bearer

    November 11th 1994. Tamarigo, an independent island state, ten miles outside Brazilian territorial waters, due East of Rio de Janeiro, Emilio Gomez looked round his sun-filled bedroom in his guardian’s mountain villa, unable to believe he’d had the same dream three nights in a row. Stupid! He got out of bed and slid open the patio door, crossed the patio at a run and jumped into the pool. Ten feet down, he touched bottom, then shot to the surface. Facing away from the brilliant sunlight bouncing off the villa walls with blinding intensity, he glided through the water, his long black hair tickling his shoulders. He tried to forget the dream but it refused to fade – the flash of sunlight reflecting off metal as he sat by the thirty-foot pool, the rifle and a face above it peeping out of the shrubbery, the loud crack and a bullet streaking towards him before everything turned red. The purpose of this four-day break from his busy life in Nashville was to make sense of the screwed up memories of his past life, to celebrate his fifteenth birthday with the man he loved as a father, and to find his parents and tell them of Tony’s plans to adopt him. No stupid dream would spoil those plans if he could help it. Reaching the far end, he hoisted himself onto the tiles and stepped onto the grass beyond, to begin his morning warm up routine; some general exercises, a little Tai Chi, a few dance movements. The pool at this end went down to a depth of eighteen feet; if he had time before his guardian came back from the village, he’d climb the rocky outcrop above the pool for some diving. He interwove his movements with handstands and cartwheels, making believe he danced on stage in Nashville. Muscles loosened, he prepared to dive back into the water when the hairs on his neck rose. Moving to the edge of the shrubbery, he pushed the foliage aside and stepped through to inspect the soil behind. Yesterday he had weeded the place and broken up the soil. Now it bore the marks of being brushed over. Someone called to him and he stepped back through the shrubbery. His tall grey-haired guardian stood watching him from the patio. He waved and dived back into the water. He swam along the bottom and delayed his rise to the surface till the last possible moment, rolling and twisting like an otter and expending all the air in his lungs. A talented vocalist, he found this a perfect way to increase lung capacity and breathing control. He knew Tony Grafton, a successful journalist and biographer, loved to watch him, but he didn’t feel comfortable about that any more. Fifteen years old tomorrow, he had sultry Latin looks to be proud of, and that was the problem. They didn’t just attract the females.  He broke surface and gasped for air. When he reached the tiles below Tony’s feet, he squeezed the water from his nose, flipped his hair back and gazed up at Tony. ‘Did you find my parents?’ ‘No.’  ‘Why? What happened?’ Tony reached down to haul him out of the water. ‘According to the people in the village, you don’t exist.’ ‘That’s ridiculous.’ Emilio accepted the towel Tony held out and wrapped it round his hips. Under it he stripped off his shorts then proceeded to dry himself. Tony handed him another towel to dry his hair with. ‘For some reason, the people in your village deny knowing you. The village priest hinted that everyone is under a vow of silence.’ Emilio moved away from his English benefactor and leaned against the waist high parapet bordering the patio and supporting an ornate, wrought iron safety rail. On the other side of the wall, the ground dropped in a steep, foliage-covered gradient to the tree line a hundred feet below. Smoke drifted up from the village where Emilio had been born and he wished the smoke would reveal things he could not remember, and hide those he didn’t want to but came to him at night in dreadful nightmares. ‘I suppose this means the adoption won’t go ahead. Some birthday!’ ‘Not necessarily. We don’t really need your parents’ permission; I just thought it would be polite to tell them of our plans. In any case, I didn’t pull you away from your dancing and skating lessons in Nashville just to give up at the first sign of trouble. There is a man in the village, a guitar maker, who’s name is Julio Gomez. Is he a relative?’  ‘My father’s younger brother.’ With the memory came tension, making Emilio’s accent lapse into mixture of American and Hispanic, a stark contrast to Tony’s English upper-class accent. ‘What about him?’ Tony pointed to the patio table already laid for breakfast. ‘Come and sit down, we can talk while we eat.’ Depressed and not very hungry, Emilio stared at the smoke once more as the smell of burning wood drifted up on the breeze. ‘If this adoption doesn’t go through, I can’t stay with you. It wouldn’t be right.’ ‘I’m your guardian, where else would you live? By the way, what were you doing in the bushes just now?’ ‘I had that dream again. I went to check where the rifle was fired from. Someone’s been here.’ ‘I thought so, too. I think it’s Peter. Remember we found very little food left in the kitchen when we arrived? My bed smelled of an aftershave he uses; can’t stand it myself, that’s why I noticed. As my son, he’s the only one, apart from you and I, and George, with access to the place. I’ve barred Peter from using it. ‘ ‘Why?’ ‘I cut him out of my will two weeks ago. You’re my sole beneficiary.’ ‘But he’s your natural son.’ ‘Not any more.’ ‘Have you told him?’ ‘Yes, but we’ll talk about him some other time. First I want to know why you think you can no longer live with me if I can’t adopt you.’ Emilio felt his cheeks grow hot.  Tony provided a secure home, an education from private tutors most boys could only dream about, and encouraged him to become an entertainer. He didn’t want to hurt him but he had no choice. He threw down the damp towel and combed his hair back with his fingers. ‘I’m not a kid any more. We’re too close.’  ‘I should hope so; I’ve worked at our friendship hard enough.’  ‘I know you’re gay.’  Tony’s eyes widened with astonishment then he burst out laughing. He came to stand beside Emilio and placed an arm round his shoulders. ‘And there’s me thinking I fooled everyone. Seriously, I’m only joking. You’re quite mistaken, you know. Being impotent and being gay are two very different things. Thankfully my problem is the former. I’ve spent a lot of time and money on therapy and it’s finally paying off. My family were beginning to think like you and I even went through two horrendous marriages just to keep my family happy. Now an urchin from the back of beyond sees through my camouflage in no time at all. How did you guess I’m not the lady’s man I pretend to be?’ Emilio cast him a scornful glance. ‘I’m not stupid and I don’t wear blinkers.’ ‘Blinkers?’ ‘Yeah, you said horses in England wear them sometimes.’ ‘And what, may I ask, have blinkers got to do with my love life?’ ‘You have a great time with your lady friends when I’m around, and I’ve heard about them leaving in tears when I’m not.’ ‘Oh, I see. You think I use you as a form of aphrodisiac, do you?’ ‘It looks that way to me.’ ‘Well you’re quite mistaken. As I said, the therapy seems to be working. If you must know, I had a job getting rid of my latest conquest to come down here.’ ‘Gillian?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I don’t like her.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Bad vibes.’  ‘You’re lucky she’s such a considerate lady. George believes you are ready to enter the second stage of your own therapy and you need more of a family environment. It’s essential to your mental growth for you to remember what happened to you in the past, and deal with your demons one by one. So, Gillian has agreed to become the stable mother figure in your life.’ Emilio screwed his face up in disgust. ‘How is our illustrious head fink, any how?’ ‘Young man, at times I despair of you. I spend three years grooming a homeless waif to fit into society and you fall flat on your face with that kind of street talk. Shame on you.’ ‘You’re not the one having his brains picked every week.’ ‘George Sherbourne is one of the best psychiatric consultants in the US, and just as responsible for your recovery as I am. But we’re digressing here. Do you want me to adopt you or not?’ Emilio considered his position – an urchin from a tiny backward country, rescued from a life of physical and sexual abuse and handed a life of comparative luxury for as long as he wished – he’d be dumb not to grab it with both hands. But this man offered something money couldn’t buy – a father’s love. ‘Yes,’ he said at last. ‘I do.’ Tony’s face lit up. ‘Well, there we are. I’ve already prepared the paperwork. All we need is your birth certificate or whatever they call it here. I looked for a Tamarigan entry of birth but there isn’t one. I think we should go down to the village again, and see this uncle of yours.’ Emilio stared down at the smoke and the trees that hid the village, suddenly afraid of the unknown. He was about to take a journey into his past, some of it painful. Tony and George told him what they knew. Now it was up to him to retrace his steps and remember it for himself, without outside prompting. That scared him the most. He glanced at Tony and saw in his eyes how much this handsome, rugged man wanted this, but Emilio still hesitated as Tony moved away and sat at the table. If Tony only knew how much I see of my past in my nightmares, and draw in my sketchpad when I’m alone. At last he joined Tony at the table and picked up his juice. ‘Okay, let’s do it today, before I change my mind.’ ‘Tomorrow would be better.’ Tony tapped the laptop beside his plate. ‘I still have to keep to deadlines, even on trips like this, hence my visit to your village at the crack of dawn. And you have some flute practice to do as well as some work your tutors set you I believe. I must have this work completed and emailed to my secretary by tonight, which means you will have my undivided attention tomorrow; that is if there are no interruptions.’ Emilio knew nothing would change Tony’s mind once he decided the day’s schedule. Still, Emilio didn’t mind working in this mountain home. He ate his breakfast then dressed in T-shirt and shorts and took his schoolwork folio out into the sunshine. Cara, the housemaid had placed a fresh pitcher of iced lemonade and lime on the table; Emilio poured himself a glass, added lumps of ice, and made himself comfortable on a lounger. In the folio he found a note from his English tutor. ‘Your essay on the works of Dickens reads like a first grade doodle. Please read the passages in Great Expectations again and rewrite your essay with a little more enthusiasm, outlining the goals Pip set himself and how he expected to achieve them.’  How boring. Both he and Tony worked through the day on their projects, with Cara supplying food and drinks as needed. Tony sat at the patio table in an old pair of swimming shorts. Emilio made do with the briefest of briefs, and a towel to spare Cara’s staunch Catholic blushes, their work interspersed with dips in the pool to cool off and relieve the tension of concentration. Neither of them of them noticed the time passing, till a female voice suddenly called out. ‘Cooo-eee!’ Emilio choked on a mouthful of his drink and came off the lounger, coughing and spluttering. Tony looked round in the direction of the voice. ‘Gillian? How on Earth did she get here?’ Emilio clutched his towel closed. ‘I don’t know, and I’m not waiting to find out.’ ‘Coward!’ ‘She’s your problem, not mine. You’d better get rid of her before tomorrow. I don’t want her gate crashing any party of mine. ‘ Emilio made it to his bedroom as Gillian stepped out of the villa. Her perfect features lit up as she spotted him, her eyes dropping to the towel, but Emilio glared at her and dived into his room. Tony rose to greet Gillian with a hug and a peck on the cheek. ‘Hello, Darling. How did you get here?’ ‘I paid a friend of yours an extortionate amount to bring me from the airport.’ Gillian smiled and hugged him back. ‘Lovely place you have here. Nice and secluded for a twosome.’ ‘You know you shouldn’t have come, don’t you?’ ‘Well, you’re such a dear man, I just couldn’t stay away from you.’ Tony smiled. ‘Thanks for the flattery but this is supposed to be a private holiday for Emilio and I, to celebrate his birthday and sort out the adoption, which isn’t going very well at the moment.’ ‘Oh. Now I understand the black look he gave me just now. Never mind, Darling, I’ll make myself useful and help prepare the food.’ To Tony’s dismay, Gillian made herself comfortable at the table and placed her handbag on the patio by her chair. Even in the heat, she looked cool in cream silk, her white low cut blouse moulded to a perfect bosom, her blonde hair piled high in neat waves. At fifty, the results of a successful divorce kept her looking as smooth and vibrant as a woman twenty years younger. ‘Be a dear and pour me a glass of that delicious looking drink. I’m dry as a bone.’ ‘It won’t be the kind of party you’re used to.’ Tony sat down and poured drinks for them both. Gillian’s idea of a party was to cater for lots of guests and show off her culinary talents. ‘It will be just a quiet, relaxing day, for the two of us.’ ‘And George?’ ‘No, just Emilio and I. Really, I think it would be best if you went home. We may be down here for some time.’ Gillian rewarded Tony with one of her famous ‘You can’t get rid of me that easily‘ looks. ‘That’s all right, I’ve nothing planned for weeks, and you owe me an explanation.’ ‘About what?’ ‘Emilio. If you want me to step into the role of a stepmother, I need to know all about him. I offered you a proposal and I hope this boy is not going to spoil everything. What’s so special about him, anyway?’   Tony had first met her at a star-studded country music party where her talents as a hired high-class caterer and hostess ensured a successful event. During the first weeks of their relationship, this English lady of independent means displayed all the attributes a boy like Emilio needed in a mother. Sensitive enough to be concerned, shrewd enough to wait till the boy invited her into his life. Now he doubted his feelings. Over the following weeks he observed cracks appearing in her façade and a harder kernel showed through, her gentle questioning replaced by too many probing questions. Tony’s cheeks grew hot. ‘I’m sorry, Gillian. I love you but not enough to accept after just a few short months. I need more time to think about your offer. Emilio is my prime concern at the moment. Forgive me?’ For an instant, Gillian’s eyes flashed and her features warned of the wrath of a spurned woman, then a disarming smile lit up her face. ‘Buy me a nice ring, with a large rock attached to it, and put it on my finger in Paris, and I’ll forgive you.’ Tony glanced at his watch and closed his laptop. ‘Why don’t we make a start on dinner? We can talk about this later.  Cara went home just before you arrived and Emilio and I usually make our own evening meal.’ He escorted her into the villa and on the way to the kitchen they passed Tony’s gymnasium. The sound of someone straining under physical exertion prompted a look through the porthole windows of the door. Between the exercise and martial arts areas of the small but well equipped room, a punch bag in the shape of a six- foot human hung from the ceiling with its legs anchored to the floor. Emilio, dressed in black shorts and sleeveless T-shirt, attacked it with open hands, fists and bare feet, and it shook violently under the savagery of each strike; the gentler points of Karate forgotten in a noisy tirade of grunts and snarls. ‘I’ve never seen him so angry. What is he doing?’ Gillian asked ‘Whatever comes natural to a scorpion.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ Gillian stared up at Tony. ‘I’m not sure I understand.’ ‘Don’t you know anything about Astrology? Scorpio has three sides to his nature. The first is the eagle, soaring high in triumph and champion of the underdog. The second is the lizard, the psychiatrist’s nightmare, wrapped up in his own misery and hiding under a stone. The third and most dangerous is the scorpion himself, giving vent to his temper and stinging his enemies till they are no more, even to the point of stinging himself. A Scorpio can be a loyal friend, your sworn enemy, or he can cast you to one side like an empty chewing gum wrapper. There is no in between. At the moment he’s expending his anger in the safest way possible.’ ‘Anger? What has he to be angry about?’ ‘You.’ ‘Me?’ ‘Come into the kitchen and I’ll tell you all about my young friend, and maybe then you’ll understand why he resents you being here.’ While Gillian put on one of Cara’s aprons and took charge of the cooking with the confidence of a seasoned chef, selecting various ingredients from the fridge and seeking out suitable pans and dishes, Tony talked. ‘Emilio used to live in the village down the mountain. When I heard Emilio disappeared, I made enquiries and I found him working as a photographer’s tout among the tourists in Porto Dominique on the southern coast.’ He started toying with a bowl of fresh fruit salad Gillian had made. She took the spoon from him and slapped his hand. ‘Anyway,’ he continued, ‘about that time, I asked George to treat me for my impotence and he arranged sessions with one of his therapists. You know I prefer these to take place away from clinical confines and, on one occasion, we met at a Los Angeles motel. Our room hadn’t been fully checked and my friend found a gay magazine stuffed down the side of a chair. We skimmed through it for a laugh and found a photo of Emilio in the centrefold. The photo had a caption welcoming interested parties to the delights of the Dominique beaches.’ ‘I need three avocado dishes,’ Gillian interrupted him  ‘Have you got any?’ Tony went to a cupboard and lifted the dishes down. ‘There are street boys all over the world and I suppose Tamarigo has its share, but I just couldn’t believe Emilio could live like that. The photographer probably used him as a free advert and never bothered to tell him. I know how much that kind of photo sells for, and if Emilio wants me to, I’ll find the bastard and sue him. Incidentally, I managed to please my therapist that night, a breakthrough in itself.’ Gillian raised an eyebrow at him. He placed the dishes in front of her. ‘When I got back to the island, I tried to find Emilio but he’d vanished again. The police were less than helpful. Street kids disappear off the streets too often for them to investigate each case. The Commandant of the Tamarigan Police Force is a friend of mine. He was just a captain then. He said he’d let me know if they found anything. They put Emilio’s name on file and I heard nothing more. I went back to work on my biographies and my physical problem returned. Months later I heard from my friend that the police had investigated rumours of a club in the mountains further north from here.’ ‘What sort of club?’ Feeling uncomfortable, Tony turned away to pace the kitchen. ‘One of the most unsavoury kind you can imagine; any fantasy acted out in complete privacy if you are a homosexual paedophile and can afford the fees. I had a hunch Emilio would be there and I insisted on being on hand when the police raided the place. ‘Unfortunately, someone tipped off the owners and the place was empty except for a number of security guards who opened up with guns. In the middle of the fight, an African American carried Emilio out of the villa. Someone shot him in the back as he reached us.’ He picked up a wine glass and placed it on a shelf with some others. ‘How did you know he was an American?’ ‘I already knew him. He lived near Emilio’s village and used to do occasional heavy work for me here. For the life of me, I’ll never understand how he ended up at the club. His name was Caroga – a jolly fellow, always singing jazz. He carved my pool out of solid rock and paved the patio. Before he collapsed, the man said one word, ‘Heroin.’ He died two days later in San Margarita hospital. Those bastards had given Emilio a massive dose of it.’  ‘Oh, no!’ Gillian gasped. ‘Who would do such a thing?’ ‘Anyone desperate to shut him up.  The police found the bodies of six other boys between the ages of six and thirteen in the villa; the remains of several others were found in an incinerator.  The boys died the same way Emilio would have but we got him to the hospital in San Margarita just in time. I insisted on bringing in specialist doctors from Brazil but for several days we thought he would never make it. I hardly left his side, I felt so guilty.’ ‘What on earth for?’ ‘I feel I’m responsible for him running away from home in the first place.’  ‘How?’ My houseboy, Benito, said a friend of his needed work to feed his family. Emilio came to me a half starved ten-year old. My son, Peter, and his friends used this place in the summer vacations. Peter and Benito got on well enough and they asked me to take Emilio on. Peter and his friend always made quite a mess when they were here so I thought an extra pair of hands would help keep it reasonably tidy. I went abroad a lot and didn’t know what really went on till I dropped in unexpectedly. I caught Peter and his friends using Benito and Emilio as sex slaves. Benito seemed enthusiastic, but little Emilio showed nothing but raw hostility. I gave Peter a thrashing and sent his friends home with a warning that I’d be writing to their parents. I dismissed Benito and sent Emilio home, right into the arms of Guido Gomez.’ ‘His father? Why was that a problem?’ ‘I suspected Guido of beating him but I couldn’t prove it. Gillian put down the knife she used to split some avocados and turned him to face her. He looked down at her and saw the understanding in her eyes. ‘Tony, you mustn’t blame yourself. After all, you did try to find him and make amends. You nursed him back to health. You’ve done all you can for him.’ ‘Have I? Emilio’s fight to lead a normal life is only just beginning.’ ‘You’ve done far more for this boy than many men would. You’ve given him a new life, a home, and offered him a permanent place in your family. That boy’s got a lot of talent and you’ve encouraged him every step of the way. How you’ve managed to handle him all this time I don’t know.’ ‘It’s quite simple really. From dawn to bedtime, George and I never gave him time to brood. I paid for double, sometimes triple lessons and he’s learnt what another child would take six years or more to learn.’ ‘Has it been worth it?’ ‘Oh, yes.’ ‘Than you have your answer. You’ve done all you can.’ ‘Then why is it that I still feel I’ve let him down?’ ‘Don’t be silly, you’ve done more for that boy than he deserves,’ As soon as Gillian uttered the words, she turned from him and went back to preparing the avocados. Tony sensed she wanted to retract her statement. ‘What do you mean, Gillian?’ ‘Nothing, forget it.’ Annoyed, Tony took the knife from her, laid it down on the worktop. ‘Why do you think he doesn’t deserve all I’ve given him?’ Gillian faced him and stared hard into his eyes. ‘He’s a poor Latino from an island country hardly anyone knows exists. He has no claims on you or your wealth. You can’t carry on doting on him. Did you know people are beginning to talk? A homeless urchin kept by an unattached man of the world? You’ve been so wrapped up in the boy you’ve failed to notice how other people view the situation. You’re building a reputation as a biographer and music critic, and magazines are queuing up to have you write for them. That won’t be for long if stories of abuse reach your publishers.’ ‘Abuse? That’s nonsense and you know it.’ ‘Is it? Emilio will soon fly away and forget you once he’s stepped onto the entertainment ladder, then where will that leave you? A sad old man with his journalistic career in ruins.’ Tony returned her gaze with one of surprise. ‘I do believe you’re jealous. I thought you wanted to be a mother to him. Now I not so sure.’ ‘Darling, I’ll admit I’m not the motherly kind but I love you too much to see you make a big mistake. I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep the illusion of happy family life if that’s what you want. Just don’t ask me to act the doting mommy. In any case, he’s the one who’s jealous. Like all children coping with a possible step parent, it’s natural for him to feel threatened.’ Tony laughed and hugged her. ‘If that’s all it is, he’ll just have to get used to having you around.’   ‘I hope so, too.’ Gillian pushed away from him. ‘Now, go and have your shower and dress for dinner. Let’s make this a special night for him then I’ll make myself scarce first thing in the morning.’ *   *   *


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  • After Movie Night…

    Rusty

    Andy and I went straight to bed after Mark and Steve left us that night. We didn’t talk much but we did make love a second time. I kept thinking about Steve much of the time and how fucking hot he is and how much I’d love to get him in bed.

    I’ve always thought that, since the day I met him, but I had to put those thoughts out of my mind – he denied being gay so I stopped myself from thinking about him when I could. When he came out, he was obviously so into Mark that I backed off. I used to get pretty turned on when he was tattooing me, particularly when he was working on my chest and would brush by one of my piercings. If I wasn’t going to work after the appointment, I’d always have to go home and masturbate before I could do anything else.

    The next morning when we got up, Andy started to talk a little about it.

    ‘That was fun last night…and pretty hot!’

    ‘Yeah, I admit it was a little bizarre at first – maybe not for you as much…’

    ‘Well, I know you’ve always had a thing for Steve – even at the same time you had a thing for me,’ he said.

    ‘Yes, I have. I’ll admit it.’

    ‘I bet you enjoyed watching him get fucked by Mark and staring at that big cock of his.’

    Was I supposed to admit that to my boyfriend? ‘Come on, it’s ok with me – they’re both so hot and gorgeous – I admit that the whole thing was a big turn on. I really loved watching Mark.’

    ‘Yeah, it was a turn on,’ I admitted.

    ‘Just so you know, Rusty, if you think you’re going to attack him, please tell me so I know.’

    I was a little taken aback. ‘What do you mean, Andy? You’re giving me permission to fuck Steve?’

    ‘Well, it’s bound to happen, from my experience. ‘

    ‘So you think I’d cheat on you…’

    ‘I wouldn’t consider that cheating unless you got emotionally wrapped up in each other and started sneaking around,’ he said.

    ‘I can’t talk about this right now.’

    We went out for a run and then I got ready for work; Andy acted as always – affectionate and sweet and made me breakfast. When I left for work he kissed me a lot and told me he couldn’t wait to see me after work.

    I went about my work, walked my route, thinking about Steve the entire time. I decided to call him at work to see if he wanted to have lunch. He sounded a little awkward on the phone but said yes.

    When I got to the shop, Mary waved me back to his station. He was sort of surprised to see me.

    ‘Hey, Steve!’

    ‘Oh – hi Rusty! You scared me,’ he did look startled and became kind of nervous.

    ‘Ready to go? So no Mark for lunch, huh?’

    ‘No, he’s busy with his mom today. I won’t see him until after work.’

    ‘Oh, okay. Let’s go – I’ve only got a little more than an hour before I have to hit the pavement.’

    ‘I need to use the bathroom first, I’ll be right back.’

    The bathroom at the shop is behind the back room lounge, where the artists hang out and eat and chat between appointments. I’ve hung out there with Steve when we took breaks while he worked on me.

    I don’t know what got into me but I followed him back there. He went in and shut the door and I stood there and waited, wondering if I were going to get in trouble. As he came out, I pushed him back into there and shut the door behind me.

    ‘Rusty — ,’ he started.

    ‘Shhh. Don’t talk,’ and I grabbed him and started kissing him full on. He grabbed my ass and started kissing me back harder, sucking on my tongue and pulling me closer to him. We both were quickly getting hard – I could feel him through the Dickies shorts he was wearing and my own uniform shorts weren’t that heavy so I knew he could feel me, too. We were almost the same height and the same size and pressing into each other our pelvises met and he was pushing himself into my groin and I was getting pretty turned on. I grabbed his hair with one hand and put my other hand around his back and under his shirt and he had such soft skin and it was making me think about how much I’d love to get all his clothes off and kiss him all over and explore every inch of that hot body of his. I sighed while my lips were on his and he pulled me a bit closer.

    I kept kissing him and he kissed me back and I started biting his neck and ears and he was already moaning and I felt him squeeze my crotch and my ass. Fuck! Then I kneeled down and undid his shorts and yanked them down along with his boxers and put his huge cock right in my mouth. He flipped on the exhaust fan so we wouldn’t be heard and he moaned really loudly and put his hand on the back of my head.

    His cock was really large and I barely took in all of him – I could feel the head of his cock hitting the very back of my throat. I really wanted to look at it for a bit before taking him in my mouth but time was of the essence. He kept moaning and holding my head and I made sure to put a lot of pressure on his shaft with my tongue stud and he was panting and fucking my mouth and moaning louder. I grabbed his ass, and fuck, what a great round ass he has, and helped him fuck my hungry mouth a little harder and faster. I started thinking about how I so wanted to bury my face in that hot ass and then pound my dick in him and make him scream. I was getting more and more turned on; it even turned me on more to realize that I likely wouldn’t be doing anything more at this time than giving him a blow job. The torture of that made me get even harder.

    This went on for a little while – I squeezed his balls with one hand while I tried to explore his ass a little and let him fuck my mouth more and more and then he stopped his moaning for a moment and said ‘Fuck, I’m going to come right now,’ and that made me grab his ass and shove him into me really hard and I felt him push back even harder and start to come in my mouth. He shot his load into the back of my throat and it was warm and tasted fucking awesome and he kept coming over and over, about five times or so he ejaculated and I swallowed every drop.

    When he finished, I stood up and kissed him again so he could have a little taste and he kissed me really hard.

    ‘Fuck, Rusty…’

    ‘I’m sorry – I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I just had to get you.’

    ‘Fuck. What now?’

    ‘Let’s go grab some lunch.’

    He sighed and said ‘How are we getting out of this bathroom without anyone seeing?’

    I opened the door a crack after he was all dressed again and there was absolutely no one around.

    ‘You sneak out and then I’ll shut the door and flush the toilet and come out. No one will know.’

    So he did, and I did, and I smiled and said ‘let’s grab some food’ and he wasn’t smiling but he walked behind me, telling Mary he was heading out and would be back before his next appointment.

    We walked down the street a bit until we got to a sandwich place and went in and ordered. After we got our food we sat down in the back at a small table. He didn’t talk and started eating.

    ‘Steve…’

    ‘I can’t believe this…’

    ‘I’m sorry. I just went a little insane. And now I’m still pretty ramped up and I have to go back to work. But was I good?’ and I smiled a little at him and kicked him under the table.

    ‘Fuck, Rusty – it was awesome and you’re awesome. But I’m now in guilty mode. Should I say anything to Mark? To Andy?’

    ‘Don’t be ridiculous. You didn’t do anything, really. It was all me. Andy pretty much was egging me on about you this morning. But I’m not going to say anything to him either. I just had to do it, though. I can’t stop thinking about you. When I saw you last night, you drove me crazy with that sexy body of yours and that gorgeous cock,’ I whispered across the table. ‘After watching Mark fuck you and you laying there looking at me with that enormous hard-on, I knew you were thinking of what it would feel like for me to blow you and what it would feel like with my tongue piercing pushing against your shaft.’

    ‘Rusty…damn it!’

    ‘Shhh. So you liked it? Tell me how much.’

    ‘A lot. A whole lot. You turned me on a lot. You’re so fucking gorgeous you drive me nuts. It was hard to do all that ink on your chest, my hands all over you and those nipples with those rings sitting there, begging to be tugged on and your stomach, all hard – I dreamt I was coming all over it. Yes, I liked it, very much,’ he was bright red.

    ‘Well, maybe you can return the favor sometime. I’m dying to feel your sexy lips on my cock and feel your hands grabbing my ass,’ I said under my breath, staring into his deep blue eyes intensely.

    ‘Jesus Christ, Rusty,’ he said back and he grabbed my leg with his feet and squeezed it between his legs.

    We ate our food in mostly silence but kept looking at each other and smiling every so often. We finished and started walking back to his shop.

    ‘Don’t feel guilty and don’t worry; nothing’s going to happen,’ I assured him.

    ‘Yeah, right,’ he said, unconvinced.

    ‘What time are you off?’

    ‘Five tonight. Not sure how I’m going to work after this…’

    ‘I’m actually quite energized. You’re really something. I wish I could kiss you again.’

    ‘Rusty…’

    ‘I’m sorry. As much as I’ve wanted Andy all this time, I’ve always fantasized about you and me. When you came out and admitted finally that you were gay I was mad at first because we could have had a lot of fun for a long time. But I was happy you had Mark. I also didn’t know that Andy was the first guy you were with until after I started seeing him. That was pretty weird. Almost as weird as finding about Andy being with Dan. But I’m great now. ‘

    Steve sighed and didn’t say anything. He walked while looking at the sidewalk. We got to his shop and I held out my arms to give him our customary hug and cheek kiss.

    ‘I’m pretty fucked up about this, I’ll have you know. You really got me at the right time and place and completely took me by surprise.’

    ‘I’m sorry – don’t be mad.’

    ‘Oh, I’m not mad – just confused as usual.’

    ‘Can I call you later and check on you?’

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘Okay then – give me a hug,’ and I leaned in and squeezed him extra hard and kissed his cheek. He reciprocated and walked into his shop without looking back at me.

    I went back to work and finished my route and went back to the station to finish the shift. On my drive back I called him – it was around 4:30. He answered and said ‘call you right back,’ and hung up. Fifteen minutes later he called me and was in a much better mood.

    ‘Thanks, by the way, I didn’t thank you for the nice time,’ he said in a rather low voice.

    ‘You’re welcome, but I should thank you for letting me,’ I said.

    ‘Can we not talk about this for a bit? I definitely want to return the favor, but I want to be really careful.’

    ‘Sure. I can’t wait. In the meantime, think of how much I’d love to get at your ass,’ I said in a low voice.

    ‘Rusty…aw, man, don’t say that, you’re getting me turned on again,’ he said in a much lighter voice.

    ‘Gotta go now!’ I laughed.

    We hung up and I was getting turned on myself thinking about it.

    ——-

    Steve

    I went home and Mark seemed to be acting a bit differently for some reason. I was, of course, scared shitless that he knew what happened with me and Rusty today and tried to tread lightly. But Mark seemed to be also in that mode and I knew something was up.

    ‘What did you do today, sweetie?’ I probed him a little bit.

    ‘Oh, errands, lunch with my mom, cleaning, laundry – the usual.’

    ‘Have you talked to Andy or Rusty today?’

    ‘Um, why? Something going on?’ he sounded like he was keeping something secret.

    ‘You sound kind of strange right now and I’m wondering if something happened or if you’re feeling weird about last night, or what…’

    He paused for a while, which started making me nervous again.

    ‘Well, not really – I was fine with last night; we had fun, didn’t we?’

    ‘Yeah, although I’m still concerned about stuff going farther,’ I said.

    ‘You mean, like doing it again? Or doing it together? Or swapping partners?’

    ‘Yeah – I hadn’t thought of the doing it together option…like all four of us at once?’

    ‘That would be pretty weird,’ he said but it sounded a bit awkward.

    ‘Let’s sit down,’ I said. We walked over to the couch.

    ‘What’s going on, Mark? I can read your face like a book.’

    He was all of a sudden looking really nervous.

    ‘Okay, if something happened with you and Andy or something, please tell me so I know. Before you tell me if I’m right – I’ve been thinking about how conservative I was sounding last night about the love/sex thing. So, since everyone seems to want to have more sex, I’d be open to talking about it more to figure out if this is something we’d want to do – talking, that is, between you and me, and I suppose with those guys. I’m just getting the feeling that last night was part of a grander plan – I’m sure Andy is behind it, but I almost think all three of you were in on this and planned this behind my back.’

    ‘Well…’

    ‘And before you say anything else – if something did happen today, I’d be mad if you didn’t tell me and I found out; I wouldn’t be as mad if something did happen and you told me and you told me it was completely physical and not part of some potential love affair you’re going to have. ‘

    ‘Steve! You are my true love – I’d never do something like that, like Andy did with Dan; they were all emotionally tied to each other and from what I understand, Dan isn’t giving up so easily. As far as you, I know you are completely hot for Rusty and always have been. I can tell. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to explore that a little before…’

    ‘Before….what?’

    ‘Well, before we got back together. I mean the marriage was inevitable – there was no way I was going to give up a chance to get you for eternity.’

    ‘You’re confusing me and getting away from the question I asked you. Yes, I’ll admit that Rusty is very hot and I’ve been attracted to him. It’s hard not to be when I’ve worked on most of his body and gotten close to him and he flirts with me all the time. But, what about you?’

    ‘Okay – I’ll just come out with it and deal with the consequences.’

    Fuck – I thought to myself. What now?

    ‘Andy came over here and told me that he wanted to sleep with me and that we should do it. I said ‘no’ but he begged me to let him give me a blow job so I let him. There. Now I’m praying you won’t walk out on me because I love you so much and I don’t want this to do anything to our relationship and I was pretty out of my head and….’ I cut him off.

    ‘Mark, Rusty came to the shop to go to lunch with me and as I came out of the bathroom in the back he shoved me back in there and locked the door and blew me.’

    ‘Jesus Christ – what is it with those two!?’

    ‘Mark, are we okay? I’m sorry I let it happen.’

    ‘Me, too, and we’re okay. But were you really sorry? You can admit that you weren’t and I won’t feel any differently.’

    ‘Okay, yes I liked it.’

    ‘I did, too.’

    ‘Now I’m wanting you like anything.’

    ‘Let’s go.’ We went back to the bedroom and we were both on fire.

    —more coming—


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  • A Continued Police Presence

    The next day, after we spent the morning in each other’s arms I enjoyed watching that big cop, move around my home. 

    I’ll share what I was seeing.

    Franco Raguzzi,( Not his real name, so don’t run for the phonebook or the internet to track him down.) was of mixed Italian and Irish descent. From his looks, mostly Italian. He is six foot,five inches tall,and about two forty pounds of hard muscle.

    Franco’s skin is a light olive in tone. He has a full head of short black curls. Heavy black eyebrows arch over very green eyes. His ears are relatively small and stick out a bit. His nose looks like it started out to be Roman, and settled for an Irish snub somewhere along the line. He has really full lips, almost like a pout.

    His jaw is really square, with a cleft in the chin, and outlined by a very dark beard shadow that never quite disapears even after he shaves. He has a neck of someone who works out a lot. Not so thick that his head looks small, but strong looking. His chest and shoulders look massive, not because of extreme muscles, but because a big chest and shoulders are natural to him. His pecs are hard but he has so much chest hair, that you can’t see the definition. ( You can sure feel it!)

    His nipples are not very big and almost disappear in all that black hair. He has a six pack stomach,once again covered in black hair. His hips aren’t particularly narrow, but they aren’t too wide either. His ass ( My favorite body part) is massive and round, and yes covered in black hair. 

    His legs are muscular, well defined, hairy right down to the tops of his feet. 

    His dick hardens to about six maybe six and a half inches,and is what I call chubby. Nice pinkish head, cut ,kind of like a pink mushroom.

    Big, round balls that hang kind of low for all the world like those of a prize bull.

    Soon it was time to get back to our respective lives and we had to part.

     I gave Franco my number, but he didn’t share his, so I realy didn’t expect to hear from him again. 

    My week went on and I for the most part didn’t think much about Franco, except odd moments when I trotted out our early morning adventure in my mind.   Those moments had me jerking off rather frequently.

    I had a gig that weekend with the stripper troup, and as my boss was training in a new bartender, I was free to go.

    Mr. Hot Cop was out of my mind for the weekend. Tips were great, I found some very willing partners.  

    I had a great time.

    Imagine my surprise, after a whole week, coming home to about six messages on my machine from Franco.( This was slightly before the convenience of cells.) By the last message he was sounding just a bit testy.

     Well screw him, I had a life and a job.

     But memories of that hot body and what he had me do, had me reaching for the phone. To get his message machine. Figures, machine tag.

    I went to work that night and my boss tracked me down right away. 

    Seems a cop had come in looking for me.

     I could tell my boss thought I was in some kind of legal trouble, but I don’t fuck and tell, so I couldn’t really explain why a cop was looking for me. Although my boss ran a clean club, a Uniform asking questions can unsettle the clientel, so he wasn’t too happy with me. He kept giving me scowling sideways looks all night.

     I could also tell the other bartenders and waitstaff were burning up the gossip lines. 

    Hell even a couple of the regulars were looking at me fisheyed.

    When the club closed and I headed home, I was in a BAD MOOD.

     My life had just got very complicated. It appeared I suddenly had a stalker on my ass, and a cop to boot. That had all the earmarks of real trouble. I practically stalked down my alley, grumbling and cussing under my breath. I turned the corner and stopped startled.

     There was the source of my current troubles standing at my door at two in the morning.

    ” What the fuck are you doing here?” I snarled.

    Taken aback, he said in a shocked voice, ” You said same time, same place, diffrent night in your message?”

     “I said to fucking call me, not plop your ass on my doorstep with no warning.  Seems to be a thing with you.!”

    &Why are you so mad?”

    “Maybe because I had a real bad night at work because some stalker cop had to show up in his uniform where I work and ask a lot of fucking questions and almost cost me my job. “

    “Oh!”he whispered.  At least he had the grace to look shamed.

     “Oh, OH! That’s all you’ve got to say! When my boss thinks I’m dealing drugs or robbing banks or something! OH! When I haven’t heard from you in a week and suddenly I get snitty sounding phone calls, because I’m not there jumping to answer the phone because you decide to call! Oh! because you suddenly decide to pop up at my door and I’m supposed to be ecstatic  just because you’re here!”

    By then I was so mad, I was quivering. He hung his head and I glared murder at him. 

    Then in a soft voice, “I’m sorry Rusty, I didn’t call because I couldn’t get you out of my mind. After the way I acted that night, I didn’t really think you’d want me around. But I kept thinking about that night and you and I wanted to do it again! But now you’re mad at me and I guess, I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to scram. I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you!”

     He peered hopefully with those pretty green eyes. I took in a deep breath, and took in that massive  beautiful cop body, that dejected little boy attitude, and some of the rage faded. 

    I brushed past him, unlocked and flung open the door and stood aside. ” Get your sorry fucking  cop ass in here and we’ll talk!”

    He meekly came in, sliding past me.  He was so big, he couldn’t help but brush against me.  I caught a whiff of his scent and my dick began to harden.

     I slammed the door,  partly to get my mind off his body, jerked off my coat and threw it across the room in anger.

     I looked him up and down and the glimmers of a plan started weaving through my mind. 

    “Shit, I need a fucking drink. If you really want to make it up to me I expect you to be in nothing but your underwear when I get back, ohterwise there’s the damned door!’ I snarled and stalked off to the kitchen.

     I poured a stiff one and took a couple gulps. Then I refilled it and poured a double shot of tequila. I didn’t know if Franco liked tequila, but in my mood it didn’t matter if he did. He’d drink it or go!

     Spying the small jar of Elbow Grease he’d left on the counter, I grabbed it and jammed it in my jean  pocket.

    I stalked back into the main room and slammed to a stop. 

    There was Franco stripped to his ratty old jock, kneeling, knees together, on my braided rug. ( Franco didn’t like regular underwear, just jocks.) 

    He sure made a pretty sight, that man mountain kneeling head down, waiting for me. 

    I popped an instant hard!

    Franco’s state of mind was obvious, his hard cock  pushing at the ratty pouch of his jock, nearly ripping the frail cloth.

     I walked around him, savoring the sight of his hard hairy body.  The way the jock straps accented his massive hairy butt.

    “Spread your knees, Boy!”. He spread them “Wider”, I snapped

    There is something about kneeling with widespread knees, genitals exposed, that makes many men feel vulnerable.

    I was in the mood to make Franco feel some vulnerability.

    “So, you want to make it up to me, do you?”

    ” Yes Sir’”, the whisper came from his bowed curly head.

    . “Well, I’m pretty fucking pissed at you  Boy. So how are we going to make me feel better about your crap?”

    ” I should be punished Sir.”

    ‘”OH and how do bad boys like you  get punished?’”

     “Bad boys  should get spanked Sir.”

    Now, I don’t really get into the whole punishment scene,  ( I’m more the caring daddy type, not the sadist type.) but I really was pissed . And frankly ?  The thought of paddling that big butt sounded hot.

    Yet? Was a spanking enough to mollify me?

    ” I don’t know boy, I’m pretty mad, and a spanking doesn’t quite seem like enough to make me feel better!”

     “You could use your belt Sir.”he said quietly.

     Now that idea had merit. I needed to let some of my frustration out and if he was willing  and it made him happy, why not? 

    Keep in mind, that while I’m no weakling, this man could probably snap me like a twig. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to do anything to him he didn’t want me to.  So he must really want that belt.

    I walked past him and seated my self on the bench of the bowflex.

     “Look at me Boy”‘ I ordered.

     Then when I had his undivided attention, I slowly pulled off my belt. If there is one thing I know how to do, it’s making a production of taking something off. Goes with the stripper job.

     When I had it off, I held it up and dropped it beside the bench. The look of disappointment  on his face was almost comical. Like I was denying him a treat.

    ” I’ve been on my feet all night Boy,  I want you to crawl over here and pull off my boots and socks!”

    The bereft look left his eyes, replaced by a sparkle. 

    I won’t kid, it was such a turn on to see that  big masculine man crawl across the rug to my feet. 

    Very gently, reverently, he pulled off a boot, a sock.

     Then , to my pleasure, kissed my foot.

     Then he pulled off the other boot and sock and kissed that one too. 

    Then he knelt further, and began licking my feet. 

    Now, standing around all night in cowboy boots and sweat socks, in a warm dance bar,  I’m pretty sure those feet were sweaty and really gamey .  

    Yet, Franco seemed to revel in cleaning every bit of funk from those feet.

    It was pretty hard to imagine, at this point, that this eager to please submissive Boy ,was supposedly a big tough cop. 

    I guess there is no telling about a man’s needs and nature from his looks or job. 

    I had a beautiful view of his broad back, and the tops of his hairy ass mounds, as he bent his attention on my feet.

     God, he was breathtaking!

    Finally I pushed him back with my foot and stood. 

    This time there was no strip show as I unceremoniously yanked off my jeans and shorts. 

    His eyes zeroed in on my fat uncut dick and he licked his lips.

    But, he stayed put, kneeling, waiting for my orders.

    Once again I sat on the bench. 

    & Get across my knees, ass in the air boy!” I ordered.  “Time you paid the price for your actions.”

    I saw a small satisfied smile quirk his full lips

     He crawled over, then crawled across my lap, the hair on his chest, then stomach, brushing the exposed tip of my hard dick.

     It felt so good.

    . Finally he was in position, his ass in the air, and his dick and balls between my thighs. My own hard was pressed down by his hard belly, just in front of his hard cock in his rotten old jock. I held him there a moment ot two, running my hand over his round hairy ass.

     God he had a beautiful ass! 

    Then.

     Whack! 

    He jolted, I hadn’t held back. I waited a moment, watching his cheek turn white, then pink. 

    I then proceeded to administer a slow, hard spanking.  Pausing to let him feel each slap. His gorgeous round ass quivering  with every blow.

    Then I casually leaned over to retrieve my belt from the floor.

     Franco tensed across my thighs, as I dragged it across the side of his face and neck, across his shoulders and back. 

    I used his lower back, just above the waist band of his jock, like a table to fold the leather, so he’d feel it. 

    I widened my knees, took a firm hold of his waist, with the hand holding the belt, Then I reached back between his legs to pull his jock pouch aside, freeing his  leaking hard dick and balls. 

    I spread his legs a bit wider and gently  pulled his bull balls up on my thigh, where I could see them.

     All, the while Franco was tensed, wondering what I’d do next.  Would the next feeling be the sharp slap of leather on skin?  Or would I punish those big bull testicles.

     Transferring the belt to my free hand, holding his body in place with the other, I passed the folded leather down his crack and over his balls. 

    Running it back up again I caught his balls, in the loop the folded belt made, and lifted them, then as they plopped out . I drew the rough edge, deep in his ass crack, scraping across his bunghole. 

    A soft moan escaped his lips. I played like this for a few moments, loving the way that belt looked , hooking his balls and sliding deep in his hairy crevice. Scraping against his pulsing pink slit.

    His moans grew  louder and he started to squirm. I applied pressure on his lower back  to hold him still.  An obedient sub, he instinctively stopped moving.

    SWISH! 

    WHACK!

     The belt left a stripe  across his hairy globes.

    Surprised, Franco almost jolted out of my lap.

    He let out a low gasp, then tensed waiting for the next blow. 

    I held off until he started to relax again. 

    SWISH! 

    WHACK!

     I slowly beat  on his big ass with the belt for about ten blows. 

    I could feel his cock spasm against my thighs, and the wet feel of precum trickling down the hairs of my leg. 

    My own dick, pressed into his pubic hair between his groin and hard dick, was leaking into his bush and the base of his dick.

    Then I dropped the belt on the floor in front of his face.

     I leaned over sideways to grab my jeans and retrieve the jar of Elbow Grease out of the pocket. I twisted off the lid and jammed all four fingers and my thumb into it.  

    Coating them thoroughly.

    Softly I told Franco, ” I’m going to play with your asshole now Boy,  just because I feel like it.  Because  I love playing with a manhole. Any complaints?”

    ” No Sir. My hole belongs to you.  Do whatever makes you feel good”

    ” Good Boy. Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me Boy!”

     When he hesitated, I snapped out. “NOW!”. Startling him.

     Up til now he’d kept most of his weight off me by bracing his hands on the floor. Maybe he was afraid of being too heavy, but I’m pretty strong and still had him gripped by the waist. Slowly he reached back, letting me feel his full weight and spread his mounds apart, exposing his hot little pucker in it’s nest of hair.

     I ran my coated index finger all around that pucker, getting it nice and slick.

     Then rested the tip of my slicked up finger on the little slit that was the doorway of his body. 

    He moaned and tried to push against my finger but I pulled it away, and waited.

     This was my show, and he’d get that finger when I was good and ready to give it to him.  Not when he wanted it.

    “Sorry SIR, I understand Sir.”

    That’s a good Boy.”

    Point made, I nestled the tip of my finger back against his  clenching opening.

     This time he held his ass perfectly still. 

    I was really   actually getting into this   whole Boy , Daddy scene.

     Who knew a little domination play could be so hot?

    Slowly I slid my finger into him, letting him feel each knuckle as it forced it’d way past his ass ring. 

    When it was all in, I just held it there for a moment, enjoying the wet heat of his insides.   There is something so intimate about burying a finger in a man’s hole.

    Then I started moving it around, searching for his prostate gland. A gasp let me know where it was, and I playfully stroked it for a while, while he shuddered, ,moaning, yet trying to hold himself still at the same time.

    .I played around inside him for a while, then I slowly drew my finger most of the way out. 

    ‘”Ready for another finger Boy?”

     “Yes Sir, Please Sir.” 

    Gently I eased the tip of a second finger in, then slowly forced it and it’s mate, deep as I could go.   Licked my lips as they invaded such an intimate body part.

    His ass ring clenched so hard, I thought my fingers would be sqeezed off. I idly stroked his joy gland a few more times, then once again withdrew most of the way.

    “Can you take three fingers Boy?”

     Rhetorical question as I’d seen his ass swallow a wax candle almost as big as my hand. I already knew that tight hole would loosen up enough for three.

    ” Yes, Please, Sir.”

    I lined upthe third finger and eased all three into his stretching hole. 

    There was no  sign of a pucker now, just a stretched  elastic pink ring, tight around my fingers.

     I could feel his pulse through the wet lining of his guts, it was pumping fast. I flexed my fingers around,  watching them stretching his hole further.

     Then, no asking this time, I slid in my little finger .

     I’d never put that many fingers inside a guys ass before.

    To my surprise, it was an incredible feeling! 

    I could feel my fingers pushing into the linings of his gut. Franco was moaning, trying hard not to push against my fingers, trying not to fuck himself.

     I paused, and actually began to wonder if my whole hand would fit.

     Up to now, he’d taken everything pretty easy.

     His  body was  shuddering each time I moved my fingers inside him and he was beginning to glisten with sweat.

     ” Good Boy, you took all four fingers for me.  Where do we go from here?” 

     “Can you take all five?”

    A hestitation. “. I don’t know.   I’d like to try Sir.” ‘ 

    Taking that as permission,I slowly worked my thumb inside his wide stretched hole.  I could tell it hurt a bit, because Franco couldn’t help sqirming. His breathing grew faster, and more sweat popped out on his back. 

    But he didn’t ask me to stop and soon all five fingers were in to my knuckles.

    I could feel his asshole spasming against my knuckles.

     I really hadn’t intended to go this far!

     As if sensing my indecision, Franco let go off his ass with one hand and fumbled for the jar of Elbow Grease lying on the rug.

     He reached back around to lay it on his back, near where five fingers were stretching his hole. His message was clear! He wanted the whole hand. God, what a glutton for punishment. Trying to balance his body with my thighs, without taking my fingers from his hole, I let go of his waist to scoop some grease up. I slathered it all over my knuckles and up my wrist and lower arm. 

    When I was done, I whispered,’ “Are you sure Boy? I’m not pissed anymore, and I  reallybdon’t want to hurt you.” 

     “I don’t know Sir, I’ve never taken a whole hand, but I want yours, Sir, I really want to try!’ “

     I leaned over and kissed his sweating back just above his ass cleft, the first tender thing I’d done all night. 

    It occured to me that Franco must really like me alot.  Unless he was lying about being fisted,we were going pretty far into new territory for a second bout of sex play. 

    Of course He’d gone pretty far beyond my expectations the night he’d shown up!

    Maybe this  burly cop was just a pig bottom from the get go? 

    I really didn’t care! All I knew was I was about to try to bury my hand inside the ass of the hottest man I’d ever seen.

     I felt powerful! I was so excited  by the thought of my whole hand inside him, I thought I’d shoot off right then.

    I started pushing slowly against his opening. Already stretched so wide, his body didn’t want to let me in! Franco was whimpering, I knew it had to be hurting like hell, but I also now  knew he got off on the  pain. 

    I eased off a bit, let him relax, took a deep breath and slowly eased back in. This time when me knuckles met his ring I pushed a little harder. Franco took a deep breath, and  pushed out against my hand. That opened his ass ring just enough for my knuckles to slide in.

     Franco let out a half moan, half whimper, as my knuckles stretched his hole even wider. His hole was spasming so hard I thought my hand would break. I held still, letting him adjust, I was in past the knuckles, but the widest part of my hand still needed to slip past his already overstretched ass lips. 

    Suddenly, without warning, Franco bucked up against the well greased intruder in his body, and my hand slid in to the wrist.

     Stunned I sat there my hand buried deep in the guts of this cop stud. I could feel his heart pounding, as he shuddered and squirmed , trying to adjust to a whole hand inside him. . 

    It had to hurt like hell, but it was in!

     I think we were both content to freeze there awhile. Me drinking in the incredible feeling and exhilaration of what we’d just did, and him to adjust to something so big lodged deep in his gut. After a while he stopped sqirming and shivering. He’d begun to get used to the feeling.

    “Can you make a fist Sir?”

     I wasn’t too sure about that. It felt incredibly tight in there, and I knew  from things I’d read, his gut tissues were very very delicate. I was afraid of tearing something and told him so.

    “Just go slow Sir”

    Finally, I  plucked some courage and began to draw my fingers in. 

    I could feel his guts stretch around my finger tips. I actually remember thinking, Thank God I keep my fingernails short.

     Franco was moaning, I’m sure he could feel my arm muscles flexing against his outstretched asslips.

    Then incredibly my hand was drawn into a fist. I realized it would be safer to move inside him now, because my fist was more blunt, than outstretched fingers would be.

    Once I thought he’d adjusted, I gently pulled my arm back, watching his asslips pull up around my wrist.

    . Franco was squirming, moaning and growling all at the same time. They seemed to be sounds of excitement.

    Then I eased my hand back in. I eased it back, then in. 

    Franco, himself,was bucking and moaning, meeting my slow thrusts, helping to fuck himself on my arm.

     His hairy belly and  stiff leaking cock were rubbing hard against my own throbbing dick.

     I started breathing hard, the friction of his humping working my cock.  The sight of my hand inside him I had  the come boiling in my nuts. 

    With a gasp, I let loose, spasming my cream across his groin and belly. Inadvertantly I jammed my arm even further up his ass, and then Franco was thrashing, sending his cum cascading down my thigh. 

    We froze there, panting, the last cum leaking out of our dicks, my hand still buried up his hole. 

    His weight started to weigh hard on my quivering legs, so I began to unclench my fist. Franco started moaning again, his lips must have been raw, but I had to abuse them further to ease my hand out of his ass.

     Finally it was out.

     Franco slid off my aching legs into a heap on the rug. And just laid there panting. Kneeling down on shaky legs, I caressed the back of his neck. 

    Are you all right,Franco?”

     ‘” God, my ass hurts Rusty! ‘I can’t believe I took your whole hand inside me! It was incredible!”

     ‘” Yeah, Franco, pretty fantastic for me too!”

     “I hope you’re not so mad at me any more.”He gave me an impish smile.

     I reached down a hand to pull him up. I pulled his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

    Knowing this big burly cop was a cuddler. “C’mon Boy. Let’s go to bed.”

    Franco proceeded me up the stairs. I almost laughed.  He was definitely walking a bit different.

    Once there I wrapped my arms around him. 

    I think we both lay awake awhile, marveling at what we’d just done.

     Eventually, the long night, the emotions, and physical exhaustion took over and we drifted off to sleep with him cuddled up against my body. No, I wasn’t even remotely angry with my big boy cop!

  • Time to Live Time to Die

    Bereavement and Remembrances

    The limousine driver pulled up parking in front of the big silver tent. The driver got out opening the door helping my cousin and me from the back. We were immediately met by an entourage of burly biker security men who began escorting us towards the entrance. As we walked I couldn’t help notice that the tent was surrounded by custom motorcycles parked three and four deep. Originally, the memorial service was to be held in a small church about a mile away; however, after the word got out plans were changed.

    My cousin had turned the memorial service for her husband over to his bike club to handle. There must have been at least three hundred or more men and women milling about outside. Evident by the colors they wore some were members of outlaw biker clubs while others non-outlaw motorcycle groups. My cousin dressed from head to toe in her finest black leathers hung onto my arm for support as we approached the tent’s entrance. She’d lost her husband of almost thirty years to a horrendous motorcycle accident and was distraught with grief.

    To me it seemed as though the couple had been married forever. They enjoyed living together, working together and riding all over the country and world together. They mingled freely with both groups of bikers, but their roots were with outlaw bikers. No telling how many custom motorcycles Chuck and Denise had built and worn out over the years. The two loved each other as much as they loved the freedom to ride free truly living the biker catchphrase: live to ride and ride to live.

    They were two of the happiest and most in love people I knew. As we approached the entrance we were met and ushered forward to the family section that had been taped off up front. Due to overwhelming grief the widow had turned over the memorial service to Chuck’s bike club to plan and execute.

    Under shelter of the huge tent I sat quietly to the left of my cousin waiting for the memorial service to begin. Thankfully, the sides were rolled up and there were large fans to circulate the air on the hot humid day. I felt so out of place sitting there in my suit and tie next to the lady biker dressed in her finest black leathers. I glanced around looking to see if I might know any of the people in attendance and how they were dressed.

    Looking at the crowd outside and inside there appeared to be people from all over the world that came to the small Midwestern town to attend the memorial service for Chuck. People from all walks of life and motorcycle groups worldwide had shown up. Even non-bikers like me were in attendance.

    Generally, when a biker dies or is killed no matter the circumstances the bike organization he belongs to will show up in force to attend the funeral or memorial service; however, due to the fact that Chuck and Denise were biker entrepreneurs and so well known and respected in the biker world, word of Chuck’s demise spread like a prairie fire. His business associates and riding buddies contacted Denise after the accident requesting that she let them handle the memorial service. She agreed.

    When Chuck’s body was returned to Denise she had his body cremated in accordance with directives in his will. Looking up on the makeshift stage I saw the large photo of Chuck smiling down at us. The outlaw biker had a great smile to go along with his huge personality and love of life.

    The photo sat on an easel surrounded by flowers. In the lower right of the photo was a photo of Chuck Junior in his Marine dress blues. There was also on a small table where the container with Chuck’s ashes. As my eyes panned around I thought that I spotted a few celebrity types filing in towards the front seats. I mused at the tough looking tatted individuals dressed in their leathers from top to bottom flying their colors filing by hugging and holding Denise sympathetically, offering comfort to the grieving widow. A few even had tears in their eyes.

    My cousin Denise and I had been extremely close since childhood, but then she met and married Chuck. From that point we drifted apart for a few years before reuniting. The two lovers rode a different path in life than their high school peers; a course causing estrangement between her and her family. However, their love for each other never waned. The major problem causing the rift with the family was the large age difference and the fact that Chuck was an outlaw biker when they first met and then married.

    Chuck was twelve years senior to Denise with a wild ass outlaw biker mind set. She met him while attending college. She fell in love with the bad boy biker and the two eloped. She gave up a college education to marry Chuck and ride with him; something that did not set well with her family. Although my aunt and uncle had not been happy with the decisions their daughter made early in life they eventually came to accept the couple as family.

    I think it was the birth of a grandson that brought them all back together. After Chuck Junior was born it appeared all transgressions of the past had been forgiven. The Black Sheep had been welcomed back into the fold and a loving family relationship had been reestablished. I was deeply touched as these badass bikers continued approaching Denise offering condolences.

    No, Denise would not be alone in life. She had family, many friends and a huge extended family of bikers; however, when the chips were down it was me she called asking that I come to her side immediately after the accident. She just needed me next to her during her time of bereavement for sympathy, and to help her make certain decisions. I was there to support her during a time of great sadness – I was her rock.

    Losing their son to war and then both her parents thereafter within weeks of each other to health problems Denise had became somewhat despondent and withdrawn. In the months since the deaths she hadn’t been riding as much as in the past. She was not on the ride when Chuck had been killed, probably for the better as the crash was a terrible mess. My personal opinion was that when Chuck Junior had been killed in Iraq Denise’s parents lost the will to live, as they lived for their beloved grandson. My mind began reeling back to that summer years ago when we comforted each other during my time of melancholy.

    After a lonely train ride north I arrived at my aunt and uncle’s old two story Victorian house after high school let out in 1975. I was given my male cousin’s room upstairs for the duration of my visit. Peter was away in the Air Force taking Basic Training in Texas. I had stayed in the room with my first cousin before on visits, so the room wasn’t new to me.

    There was just the one bed in the room, so many times in that bed Peter and I had fooled around a little sexually. At the time we mostly just compared cocks and jacked off together like young mans do when entering puberty. What I remember most about Peter was that he hadn’t been circumcised at birth as I had been. Because he was older his dick was bigger than mine, and he had a big black forest of hair growing in his crotch; in fact, there was hair all over his body. I hadn’t been back to visit my aunt and uncle in a couple years, but soon discovered that my female cousin who I hadn’t seen during that time had blossomed into vivacious voluptuous young lady during my absence.

    As we all sat around the dinner table that first night I noticed that my flirtatious cousin appeared to be directing sexual overtures towards me while playing her food. She would lick her lips seductively while looking directly into my eyes and then gesture alluringly with her tongue before inserting her finger in her mouth. She would make a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth and then close it around a piece of spaghetti, sucking the noodle into her mouth. She would lick and suck on her fingers in a sensual manner before and after putting food into her mouth while all the time under the table she was playing with my leg using her foot and toes. She had me so fucking horny, managing to arouse my cock to a full state of rock hardness. Her parent’s were oblivious to her titillating antics.

    I was sure that if her parents had not been sitting at the table she would have vaulted across the table burying her pussy in my face and then lock her legs together behind my head. My aunt and uncle were busily engaging me in conversation about the train ride up from Nashville, Tennessee, and what my feelings were about relocating to California. By the time desert was served my heart was beating rapidly and I was sweating bullets. My armpits were wet. I was damn near exhausted from all the hidden sexual stimulation from across the table. I had to excuse myself immediately after desert saying that I needed to go take a shower before going to bed.

    What I really was in need of was a break from the teen temptress sitting across from me trying to seduce me with her titillating antics. After showering where I beat my meat into submission I was ready for a good night’s sleep; however, I had no sooner drifted off to sleep than I felt a silky smooth hot body slide under the white sheet next to me. Her hand gently covered my mouth so I wouldn’t scream thereby awaking the rest of the household. I knew immediately who it was. God, she smelled so good. I would soon discover that my cousin had not only turned into a ravishing young beauty, but a most seductive siren who wanted to play sex games.

    I sensed that my cousin had no intentions of letting me sleep that night. With great stealth she’d slid under the sheet next to me. I felt a little odd sharing the bed with my female cousin who was three months older than me, but soon vanquished my uneasiness as she began caressing my chest with her talented fingers while seductively kissing my face with those luscious lips. The seductive little slut began touching and stroking my body in the most sensuous manner. She had me at a full state of arousal beneath my white underwear. Hell, I forgot who she was and where we were by that time.

    Game on; if she was ready to play, so was I. By touch I could tell she was wearing nothing but a pair of scanty panties. Her top was totally bare. Who needed lights my hands were immediately drawn to her breasts like iron to a magnet. Her nipples were standing at attention hard as a rock awaiting my touch. Within a matter of minutes we were both equally excited stimulating each other to orgasms almost simultaneously without ever touching the other’s genitals.

    After a rousing climax, the first of a kind for me at the time, we lay cuddling quietly quizzing each other about what we had done sexually so far in life. I’d never done anything like that with a female or male. I told her about my girl friend and boy friend back home. She giggled into my ear hearing that, telling me how sexy it was that I had a boyfriend to have sex with and how horny that made her. I pointed out that I was not getting any pussy from the girlfriend; however, Buzz and I had our share of sexual adventures, taking care each others needs.

    She informed me that she thought two guys getting together for sex was bitchin. She told me that she too had experimented sexually with girls as well as boys. She also told me about her two male friends that were homosexual and she wanted me to meet them before I departed. That word experiment made me feel a little easier about what we were doing with each other that night.

    As our conversation continued we discovered more and more about each other throughout that first night. I learned that she had many of the local high school boys drooling over her wanting her body. Early into the morning hours we were both fully aroused again. We had excited each other with our tales and touches. Slowly, her hand began groping my engorged organ hidden in my underwear. I could feel her panties were wet with desire.

    I felt her hand enter my waistband and her finger tips circling my sensitive glans. I let out a gasp. We decided it was time to show each other our goodies. I got naked first to let her see me all boned up and then she pulled her panties off for me to began viewing her. Of course, I was all boned up with a robust hard on and all I wanted to do was stick it in her. Once the viewing was complete she commented that my dick was very nice looking and good size for a boy my age; in fact, a little bigger than most of the boys she had fooled around with previously.

    The main thing that impressed her most about my penis was that I had been circumcised at birth and had a huge glans. She told me that uncircumcised boys did not excite her. I knew that her brother was uncircumcised from previous encounters. She told me that the two uncut guys she had fooled around with thus far in high school tended to have a strong offensive odor in their crotch area. She said that because of the stench she only gave them fist, but refused to perform oral sex on them due to the odor.

    She had sniffed me out while viewing my engorged, finding me to smell refreshingly clean. Another thing that impressed her was not only the size of my glans but the shape of it, telling me that it was better looking and bigger than any of her former boy friends.

    I had known for a couple of years that my cock and glans was bigger than most of the boys I’d seen in the locker room at school. The head of my cock flared back to a large dark coronal band at the base of the bell when erect. So, with my ego fully inflated and my dick fully aroused I decided to show her my favorite trick. I grabbed my hard dick around the base of the shaft whereby I began choking it. As I tighten the grip my cockhead began to swell up. As it swelled in size the head turned a deeper crimson color and the coronal band became a deeper shade of purple.

    The head of my cock would swell to almost twice its normal size in a matter of minutes as I squeezed the shaft. Maybe not that big, but to me it looked to be twice the size. Soon all the texture lines of the glans became evident. She stared in amazement at the dark crimson cockhead marveling at its size, shape and coloring. She kissed and licked the glans. I almost shit myself right then and there.

    After a careful inspection of my male reproductive apparatus it was time for us to make out again. This girl loved to make out, especially French kissing. She had luscious lips and a very talented tongue. As we were rolling around on the bed making out and frotting she was nibbling on my ear lobe which was driving me wild. I could feel how wet she was. She positioned my cock between her legs so the cockhead was making contact with the clitoral area.

    As we rocked back and forth on the bed she was sighing and moaning as I stimulated her clit. While this was going on she was whispering all the nasty things she had planned for me which totally got me into high gear. She had given me hickeys top and bottom; some of the marks hard to hide. She taught me that night that my nipples were super sensitive too. She loved to get them hard, standing at attention and play with them.

    Once my nipples were good and hard she would play with my erect buds. She would swirl her tongue around them sucking on them one at a time until I was ready to explode. Then she would stop and move on to other sensual parts of my body and go to work. For her age she had a great looking rack with dark areolas and nice nipples; nipples that would become erect in a heartbeat. She let me play with them nibbling and sucking on them.

    I found out years later from her husband that she was such a hot blooded horny thing that much of the time Chuck never had any trouble needing for sex; in fact, he confided in me that as he had gotten older at times her sexual desire overwhelmed him. He told me that she never needed any lubricant; she was always wet and ready. I just smiled and let it go.

    Suddenly, her brother Pete showed up dressed in his Air Force uniform along with his family. We stood up shaking hands and hugging. He offered his condolence as we welcomed him and his family to the service. All this while I was attempting to shake off those racy remembrances from the past.

    Pete told his sister that he had a short eulogy prepared and would like to speak about Chuck. Once he informed the person presiding over the service of his wishes he took a seat to the right of his sister with the family behind us while we all waited for the memorial service to get underway.


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  • Returning That Favor…And More Plans Ahead

    Rusty

    A few days later, after I had the short encounter with Steve, he called me for lunch. Instead of me going to his shop, he met me in Santa Monica, off my route, and we went to a sandwich shop which was really busy and noisy. Steve looked so hot, as usual. I wanted to crush him against a building and start kissing him and biting his neck and putting my hand down his jeans. I already felt the heat rising inside me. It was torture. We sat in the back in a corner and ate and talked about nothing, pretty much.

    We finished eating and Steve took my hand across the table.

    ‘Rusty, I can’t stop thinking about what happened,’ he said, looking directly into my eyes.

    ‘I know. I can’t either. Was it wrong for me to do that? It was totally unplanned and spontaneous.’

    ‘Well, you know about Andy and Mark, right?’

    ‘Yeah – it was actually funny that the two of us did the same thing at almost the same time. I’ve known that Andy has a thing for Mark – I’m guessing you didn’t know that.’

    ‘No, I didn’t. When I got home that night, Mark was acting strangely. I finally got it out of him and then I told him about you and me. What’s funny is that there were really no hard feelings and in fact, we talked about it and it got us both pretty turned on. So I guess it was sort of an appetizer.’

    ‘Us, too!’

    ‘Well, anyway, have you talked to Andy about…well…anything else?’

    ‘He’s given me permission to sleep with you as long as I would let him sleep with Mark. I think he’s looking at it as harmless fun. You?’

    ‘I think we’re heading towards that, too – but I want to talk about it a lot more. I’m really fucking hung up about this, to be honest. I can’t get you out of my mind.’

    I moved closer across the table and said under my breath, ‘Steve, I can’t stop thinking about you. I have so many things I want to do to you and I’m dying to get at your body. It’s getting harder to think about seeing you without getting that chance. I know that it will be too much for me to come in and begin working on my other leg unless something happens here. I’m fucking bursting out of my pants right now.’

    ‘Oh, fuck. Where can we go? When?’ he was staring deep into my eyes.

    ‘Hotel? When’s our next appointment? We could do that instead.’

    ‘That’s a good thought. I wish we could do it right now.’

    ‘Damn it – were you attracted to me before you were out? Why couldn’t you admit it?’

    ‘I was scared – scared because I hadn’t decided what I was going to do, scared that you could see through me, scared because I was attracted to you, yet I was trying to maintain somewhat of a professional relationship with you since we were doing so much work together.’

    ‘I know we still would have ended up where we are now, pretty much – I just think about all the lost moments we could have had and it makes me want you so much more. I’m really going nuts.’

    ‘I know. I’m super confused because I have this commitment to Mark that I take very seriously but yet I’m getting the feeling that he and you and Andy think that it’s okay to screw around with each other just for fun. The thought of that never crossed my mind, ever. So now I’m thinking that’s what everyone wants to do but I’m having trouble with it. On the other hand, my dick is saying that I should sleep with you because I’m so attracted to you and I know you so well in every other part of your life. Fuck!’

    ‘Well, maybe we should sleep on it and try to get it out in the open with Andy and Mark and settle it once and for all. Now I think I’ll have to go so I can find somewhere to jerk off before I explode here.’

    ‘Go back there, to the men’s room – I can see it from here. Come back and let me know what it’s like in there.’

    I sprung out of my chair pretty fast. I went back fully expecting a single room as it was a fairly small restaurant but was surprised that there were two stalls in there and no one in there. I opened the door and came back out and nodded to Steve and went back in. I was so hard it almost hurt to touch myself.

    A moment later, Steve walked in and shoved me back into a stall and locked it and immediately started kissing me, almost hurting my jaw he was so forceful. We fought with our tongues, moaning softly and holding each other’s heads. Steve was putting his other hand under my shirt and gently grabbed one of my nipple rings and tugged slightly and it made me grab his ass and I pulled him into me really hard and I could feel his hard on straining against his jeans. He started biting my neck and my earlobes and I started squeezing his ass with my hands and I was going out of my mind. I was starting to pant and got even more excited at the thought of someone coming in at that moment.

    He then backed off and looked at me in my eyes and grabbed me once more for a long kiss. Then he started reaching down to my waistband and kept kissing me while he undid my shorts and pulled down the zipper. My first fantasy was about to come true.

    Steve kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my balls and shoved my cock in his mouth and I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. I clenched my teeth and grabbed his hair while he started sucking on my engorged dick and had his hands on my ass, squeezing it hard and starting to put his fingers inside me, and was stroking me up and down between my cheeks and I had to keep clenching my jaw to keep from coming that very moment. He then paused and took me out of his mouth and started getting his fingers wet while looking up at me and then he put my cock back in his mouth and started probing me with his fingers and I felt one go into my asshole and he started moving it in and out while holding my dick in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

    We were still alone in the bathroom but I was scared if I screamed as loud as I was about to that the whole restaurant would hear me so I managed to emit in a loud whisper ‘Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! ‘ and I rammed my pelvis towards his face and my cock went deeper into his mouth and hit the back of his throat and I started coming really hard and squeezed my eyes and my jaw shut; Steve still had his finger inside my ass and was holding my ass with his other hand and swallowing everything I pumped into his mouth. I think I must have ejaculated about ten times but it was probably less. I gave one last whispered groan and pushed into him one last time. I opened my eyes and he was still down there, gently licking my throbbing cock, his finger out of my ass and he moved both hands to my hips.

    ‘Holy shit, Steve,’ I said as I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upright.

    ‘Good?’ he said and smiled at me.

    ‘Can’t form sentence now,’ I said.

    He kissed me more softly than before and held me briefly. He whispered in my ear ‘your cock tasted so good. I’d love to feel you inside me and get more of it.’

    I kissed him on the neck and brought his face back so I could look in his eyes. ‘Thank you, Steve, that was so fucking awesome. I wish we were somewhere comfortable so I could lay next to you and hold you.’

    He smiled and I pulled up my shorts. I still couldn’t believe no one interrupted us. I took a deep breath and looked at my watch and realized that I’d better get my ass back on the route or I’d be working late.

    ‘Let’s talk tomorrow and see if we can make any other plans,’ Steve said.

    ‘I might need to talk to you sooner than that,’ I said.

    ‘Okay – how come?’

    ‘I don’t know. I just think I might want to.’

    I walked him to his car, which he had parked right by my truck, and I said, ‘I wish I could kiss you goodbye.’ He looked at me and said ‘I know- but we’ve also got to keep this stuff in its place, you know? I can’t handle a full blown affair with you, as much as I could see it happening. You’re much more than I expected.’

    ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘Just think for awhile and you’ll get it.’

    On my route the rest of the day I couldn’t keep a straight thought in my head. All I could think about was having some total raw hard sex with Steve. I kept thinking about him slamming his cock in my ass again and again in a seedy hotel room and both of us sweating and tasting each other and collapsing into a heap and holding each other.

    I really do love Andy, and we have lots of hot sex and lots of passion together. But there’s nothing like wanting someone so badly, someone who you always thought was unattainable, someone you still couldn’t have permanently, but could maybe, just maybe, have a chance to fuck. Then you get a small taste of that – first watching him and Mark, then getting to suck his cock and feel some of his body, then to have his hot mouth on me and getting to slam into it and have him swallow my load – Jesus Christ, I think I had a permanent erection the rest of the day. At least with my job, I have to keep moving, keep delivering, keep being friendly, keep doing the job. Otherwise I’d be completely unproductive and would probably sit in front of my computer looking at pictures of him and jerking off.

    I’m hoping he was thinking the same thing and that why he said I was ‘much more than he expected.’ I wonder what he thought about me before this?

    I got home and Andy was working on his computer and on the phone with Ron – I could tell by their conversation. When I walked in he blew me a kiss and I went over and kissed him on the head and he grabbed my crotch and looked up at me and smiled. I left him alone and went to undress to take a shower. I heard Andy first talking about something with his lawyer about their divorce and then something about me. Then I heard him talking about Dan, who is still contacting Andy about twice a week. I was starting to care less about that; I doubted Andy was going to see him again and I figured Andy wanted to try to let him down more slowly – he seemed to be contacting him a little less than before.

    He came in and asked if he could join me and he came into the shower with me and kissed me on the mouth and then held me while he stood under the spray. I asked him if things were okay with Ron and the divorce.

    ‘Yeah, things are moving along. I think he’s feeling bad about things and might try to offer me some money to make up for his awfulness. His boy toy thing didn’t work out and he’s feeling sorry for himself.’

    ‘Sorry for him. But not for me!’

    ‘Yeah, that’s what I was thinking at the same time. He was trying to pry into our relationship but I deflected all that shit. None of your business, I told him!’

    We took a shower and got out and he grabbed me and got me in bed. I was worried at first that I couldn’t do it without thinking about Steve but Andy is such a great lover and so full of surprises that I was able to focus on us and we had a great time.

    We ordered a pizza and decided to watch another movie while we ate and have some beer. Mid-movie I decided to get it over with.

    ‘Andy? Can we talk a bit?’

    ‘Sure, honey – what’s on your mind’ He paused the movie.

    ‘All this sex stuff,’ I said without looking at him.

    ‘I had coffee with Mark this afternoon. We decided that we ought to do something about this since we’re all obsessed with each other.’

    ‘What does that mean?’

    ‘It means we ought to all give ourselves permission for what the four of us are all obsessed with right now. If you and Steve agree, we should have some fun…’

    ‘Don’t mince words, Andy, tell me exactly what you mean.’

    ‘I don’t mind if you want to have sex with Steve. As long as I could with Mark.’

    ‘Really – and what did Mark say?’

    ‘Same thing. Do you think we need to get together with them and set ground rules?’

    ‘Um, well, I guess – are we really talking about this right now?’ I was overcome by excitement, confusion and trying not to see too anxious.

    ‘Honey, it’s really okay. So make your date with Steve, because I intend to with Mark.’

    He was completely at ease with talking about this stuff – I suppose he’s always been this way. But it was still uncomfortable. So I could fulfill my little fantasy and so could he – but how did I feel about him sleeping with Mark? Another extremely interesting and hot guy with a big dick. Was I jealous?

    I must have had a strange look on my face because he came over and kissed me. ‘You’re the one I love, Rusty. You’re the one I live with, sleep with every night, crave, need, want all the time. Don’t worry about us, okay?’

    ‘All right. Is it okay though, that we’re interested in doing this with our friends?’

    ‘It definitely takes a different mindset. You have to be able to separate this stuff. Can you? I know you’re super into Steve – my guess is that had he come out earlier and met you, you two would be together right now.’

    ‘Yes, I can. You’re the one I love, remember? I could never speculate on stuff like that. You are the one I want.’

    Andy got up and grabbed the phone. I wondered if he was calling Mark…and it was him and Andy put it on speaker.

    ‘What’s up?’ Mark said.

    ‘Is Steve there with you?’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah – are you calling about our talk?’

    ‘Yes – did you talk to Steve, already?’

    ‘Yes,’ Mark said, ‘and he’s willing but we should probably figure out the ground rules, don’t you think?’

    At that point I got up and went back to the bedroom. I picked up my phone and there was a text from Steve that simply said ‘!!!!!!!’ and I smiled and then I texted back ‘I wish right now.’

    I went back to the front room and they had already hung up.

    ‘You see? We’re all set, I think,’ he said.

    ‘Do we have a start date?’ I said, sort of sarcastically.

    ‘Now – we can discuss ground rules later.’

    ‘Really? What if we’ve already broken some rules?’

    ‘Well, mine would be no barebacking. And you have to end up asleep in your own bed.’

    ‘I feel like I’m in a Seinfeld episode.’ We both laughed at that. ‘Andy, let’s finish this movie. I’m worn out from discussing this. Come over here,’ and he slid over to me on the couch and I put my arms around him and he relaxed against my chest and I put my nose in his sweet hair and kissed him on the head. God, I hope this wasn’t going to be a huge mess.

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  • Camp Hovey

    Sergeant Pennington Gets Busted

    My first time pulling CQ with SGT Pennington came and went with no problems. The following day was what the Army calls compensatory time, but in the afternoon there were classes to attend. During the all night session pulling CQ I’d gotten to know SGT Pennington better as well as Ryan the company clerk. Found out they were pretty squared away guys. When the clerk discovered that I could type he asked me if I’d be interested in working with him in the orderly room. As much as I would have enjoyed being around Ryan I declined his invitation, but assured him that if after skills testing there was anything I could do to help out around the orderly room or company I would be willing. That seemed to satisfy him.

    The morning after CQ Ryan said that he’d mention to Top that I could be counted on to fill-in as needed around the company headquarters doing some extra duty after testing was complete. I figured why not ingratiate myself with the company head shed; it couldn’t hurt, I was already known by some as a lifer. Besides, I learned that clerks in the company who many times served as drivers got to take trips to the Seoul and other areas in Korea when officers or senior NCOs had reason to go.

    After breakfast about mid morning I awoke with a raging hard-on. I wasn’t sure whether to rub it out lying in my bunk in the empty hooch or go to the latrine and do it in the shower. Staying in my bunk to jack off there was a possibility that I might get caught by one of the house boys who came and went at will. There was one young house boy in his twenties I’d seen around the company that I thought if I was back in the states I wouldn’t mind letting him blow me or vice versus.

    The houseboy was very good-looking with nice body. I’d learned his name was Kim, but had dismissed any thoughts about sex with him. However, I did find myself fantasizing about him. I figured it was safer to go down to the shower to jack off; besides, the company was out in the field for the morning doing some training thing. I’d heard them march out of the company area after an early morning chow call, so the company area was pretty much empty except for a skeleton crew of support staff.

    I got out of my bunk, threw on my fatigue shirt and began walking towards the latrine in my shower shoes trying to keep my erection hidden by shoving my hand inside my pocket. I looked a mess in my flip flop shower sandals and my shirt unbuttoned hanging loosely outside of my fatigue trousers.

    Once I got into the latrine I heard the shower water running. I peeked around the corner and low and behold there was SGT Pennington in all his splendid glory beating his meat. What a sight to feast my eyes on, watching the red haired Buck Sergeant hammering his soapy cock with clenched fist. I could clearly see his fist gliding back and forth, exposing a pretty glistening crimson knob with a purple band as he worked his cock in and out of his fisted hand.

    Although the young man’s body was somewhat pale with freckle spots he was in good physical shape. His head was thrown back. I could tell he was deep into concentration jacking off. I decided to go for it. I stripped off my uniform and walked into the shower with my soap in one hand and my semi hard cock in the other. A surprised SGT Pennington was horrified. By the expression on his face I thought he was going to shit himself right there in the shower. He immediately began turning red spinning around facing the wall.

    ‘Hell, you don’t have to hide that beauty from me. I’m here for the same reason, Sarge.’

    The Sergeant didn’t say anything at first, just stood with his back to me jacking off. I’d caught him off guard with his hard dick in his hand and he was definitely embarrassed, but he was on the verge of busting a nut.

    ‘You ain’t got anything to be ashamed of or anything I haven’t seen before, Sarge,’ was all I could say.

    Slowly the shocked Sergeant began turning around to face me. His cock that had just unloaded was getting soft. I watched his hazel eyes drop, gazing upon my now hard cock that I was lathering up for a good jerk. I was giving my squad leader’s red haired crotch a good look too. He had a respectable size cock and was packing nice size nuggets in his scrotal sac. He was definitely a fire crotch. I figured what the hell I might as well go for it. What could happen? The worst was to get caught by another soldier or turned-in as a queer by Sergeant Pennington and then the Army could send me back to the world.

    The Sergeant left the shower stall to dry off. I jerked off eventually spraying spooge onto the shower floor. I finished my shower and then moved to the sinks where we shaved and brushed our teeth in awkward silence. I made my mind up to let Sergeant Pennington make the first move to speak. When we got back to the hooch he disappeared behind the OD blanket that served as a curtain while I finished dressing out in the communal squad area. Once I finished I walked back and knocked on the wall.

    ‘Enter,’ came the command.

    ‘Hey Sarge.’

    ‘Private,’ Sergeant Pennington replied.

    ‘I just want to tell you that what happened in the latrine stays in the latrine as far as I’m concerned.’

    ‘Cool,’ The Sergeant said, ‘You scared the hell outa me back there.’

    ‘Sorry,’ I said, ‘I’ve heard about the witch hunt trying to catch guys jacking off. Personally, I think the Army is way out of line trying to put guys in the stockade or giving them dishonorable discharges for jackin off. Just a fuckin waste of time and money as far as I’m concerned.’

    ‘I agree,’ Pennington replied, ‘a guy has needs. The Army only gives an Article 15 if you get the clap in the ville.’

    ‘Exactly.’

    The red haired Sergeant was starting to loosen up, so I was going to take advantage of our time together learning as much as possible about my Squad Leader in the time we had before the company came back. ‘So, how long you been in this shit hole country?’ I asked.

    ‘I got here back in December before Christmas last year, not six months yet.’

    ‘What are the summers and winters like here?’

    ‘The winter season fuckin cold. I mean burrrrr, damnnnn fuckinnnn cold, like some times with wind chills in the minus twenties and forties or below. The battalion had a lot of frost bite casualties last winter and deaths too.’

    ‘Damn!’ I replied.

    ‘Yeah, probably why the former Battalion Commander got relieved. You probably got here at the best time of the year for weather in Korea. I understand that June, July and August are hot mother fuckers. The spring and fall ain’t too bad, but summer and winters are a bitch.’

    ‘Really.’

    ‘Yep, hot and humid during the summer and really stinks from what I’ve been told,’ The Sergeant said.

    We continued talking getting more comfortable with each other. After a few more minutes the Sergeant said, ‘Randy, call me Jerry when we’re off duty; besides, I’m actually an E-4. The BC wants all squad leader E-4s to wear Sergeant Stripes, so orders are cut making us Acting Sergeants. According to TO&E Squad Leasers are suppose to be Staff Sergeants, but those and other ranking NCOs are in short supply with the war in Vietnam heating up.’

    ‘And what the fuck does TO&E stand for?’ I asked.

    ‘Table of Organization and Equipment. TO&E is the document that prescribes the wartime mission; capabilities, organizational structure, and mission essential personnel and equipment requirements for all Army units. Basically, everything from ass wipe to ammo, beans to bullets and us. Everything has a line number, including us. Everything is ordered by line number including us.

    ‘Damn, I’m learning something new everyday,’ I replied, ‘I’ll store that away I might need that information someday.’

    ‘You’ll get more about TO&E in a class for the EIB I believe,’ The knowledgeable sergeant said.

    ‘Cool. So, you got Sergeant Stripes in less than six months. From PFC to Sergeant. Not too bad for bein here less than six months,’ I said, ‘Maybe there’s a chance I can make sergeant soon. How’d you do it?’

    ‘Basically, just kept my shit squared away. Before I can get promoted to Sergeant E-5 I’ve got to attend the Division NCO Academy. I’m waiting on a slot.’

    ‘Really.’

    ‘You get that EIB pinned on your chest and I don’t, you may get my stripes,’ Jerry said.

    ‘You been goin to the classes. You’ll make it,’ I replied.

    ‘I hope so. I’d hate havin to go back to pullin details and KP,’ Jerry said.

    ‘Just curious how often do you jerk off in the shower?’

    ‘Not much. I got this squad room back here to take care of that. The other guy is a real Sergeant and he’s got a Yo-Bo down in the ville, so he’s not around much of an evening. I don’t go to the ville much. Only been there a half dozen times since I got in-country. Mainly, I go to the Steam and Cream for a blow job. I really don’t care to fuck them whores in the ville,’ Jerry replied.

    ‘I hear that loud and clear. I’m always up for a good blowjob at the steam and cream. Let me know when you are gonna go the next time.’

    ‘Okay,’ Jerry said, ‘Oh by the way wait till you have to drop your drawers out in the company area at O’Dark-thirty in the morning and let one of our medics feel you up, playin with your cock looking for the dribbles of clap. That’s a real treat.’

    ‘No thanks,’ I replied, ‘If anyone feels me up it’s gonna be in private on my terms.’

    Jerry looked at me quizzically and then asked, ‘So, you got a girl friend back in the world waitin on you?’

    ‘Nope. Not a girl or a guy. What about you?’

    ‘Nope,’ again, Jerry looked at me with that wry curious look he’d given me a minute before saying, ‘What do you mean not a guy or girl?’

    I immediately took notice that he said guy before girl. Did that have special meaning? I needed to find out because I wouldn’t mind engaging in a little mutual masturbation with my squad leader if he was agreeable.

    We continued talking peeling the layers of the onion away. During our conversation we both discussed our lives in the world and sex lives. I’ll admit a little guardedly when it came to sex, but none the less discussing the matter. I made the comment that I thought the Army’s policy regarding homosexuals in the Army was bullshit.

    He agreed with me saying, ‘Yeah, this shit about if we get captured and we’re queers the enemy can use it against us to make us spill the beans is crap. Hell, as infantry grunts we don’t know any fuckin secrets; besides, the North Koreans know more about us than we do. Wait till you get up on the ‘Z’ and they start broadcasting shit across the DMZ all bout you, your family your girl friend. Fuckin scary shit man.’

    ‘You’re kidding.’

    ‘Nope. I been up there. Believe me it’s scary,’ Jerry replied.

    We could hear the company coming back to the compound for noon chow. They were singing those Jody marching songs. Some things never change in the Army. SGT Pennington suggested we go meet the troops for chow, and then after chow we would head off to attend EIB classes.


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  • The Cadet Captain

    Penis or Pizza

    I could hear Mike was already in the shower as I was walking down the hall towards the lavish upstairs bathroom. After I’d undressed in the bedroom I had to take a minute to fluff up my stuff before letting Mike see me naked, therefore I was running a couple minutes late catching up with him. As I entered the bathroom I could see Mike’s profile inside the steamy glass shower enclosure. I could see he was busy soaping up his muscular body. He turned his head, smiling and began motioning for me to join him. I was definitely under the Cadet Captain’s spell, opening the glass door it was if I was sucked inside.

    Once inside I stood there in awe drinking in the beauty of Mike’s body, especially that big beautiful cock of his hanging free from the forest of black pubic hair. Of course my cock was at full mast by that time. I didn’t know why I was fascinated by Mike’s cock, other than the fact that it was huge, but I had been captivated by male appendages since I was a youngster. Maybe in another life I’d been a snake charmer, because for me there was nothing better than watching a good-looking trouser snake make the transformation from flaccid to fully erect in a matter of minutes.

    Even at a young age I considered the male sex organ to be something of a mystical art form. I didn’t think that made me queer and surely didn’t consider Mike queer. Both of us dated girls, but for me there had always something special about the male penis, especially the one hanging from Mike’s body. There it hung in its entire splendor and it was mine for the entire weekend. Over the years the few cocks I’d seen fascinated me. One of my fondest memories was seeing Michael Angelo’s statue of David. I could stand and look at it forever; however, our society and media had made these art works out to be bad.

    The American media and government have become obsessed with all things sexual. Sex is no longer viewed as a normal part of life. So many times shame replaces reason. But that is the way life is in America compared to other countries where nude art is accepted.

    Nude statues and other artist renderings prompted me to become a history buff studying ancient history and nude art. The sculptures and paintings of the past were so lifelike: detailed to the finest degree. I so enjoyed many of the naked sculptures such as Adonis and Hercules. Mike’s body and penis rated right there with the sculptured art of the past.

    Some penises I’d seen hanging on males were larger and some smaller than average; others were ugly and some were simply gorgeous. Just the fact that a male’s penis was out in the open compared to the female sexual genitalia that was hidden away inside was enticing. Yes, I’d had a thing for dicks and now I had the hots for Mike’s thing.

    Mike’s thing was so fucking stunning hanging there in all its glory. I turned around facing my back to Mike’s front pulling the door closed cautiously as Mike was wrapping his big arms around me. His hands began roaming over my body soaping it up. It felt so good to have his soap slippery hands began gliding over my body, exciting every sensory nerve ending. I could feel his semi erect cock growing harder, brushing against my buns as it bounced behind me. At six feet two inches Mike stood a good two inches taller than me and had twenty pounds of muscle on me. Suddenly, the fingers of his right hand brushed against my erect nipple causing me to gasp and squirm. Mike had just learned one of my secrets: my nipples were sensitive to touch.

    Having found my secret Mike commented, ‘My, those buds are hard sensitive little fuckers.’

    ‘Oh Yeah, I’ll give you an hour to stop playing with them,’ I replied turning my head looking back up into Mike’s face with a wry smile.

    I wanted to kiss him but refrained. I’d discovered a couple years earlier that there was a direct connection between my nipples and my dick. The nipples got hard and so did the dick and vice versa. My friend from church discovered that secret during one of our sleepovers. Mike stood glued to my back with his hard member wedged in between my butt cheeks. I could feel his accelerated heart rate.

    Mike’s nimble thumbs and fingers of his big hand were titillating, toying with my nipples while his erect cock was moving rhythmically in between my ass crack. Listening to Mike’s rapid breathing in my ear while he was sensuously touching my nipples was so exciting. All I could do was moan under his touches. Although I’d never done it before, I secretly wished Mike would kiss my ear, then my mouth before taking me anally in the shower stall butt fucking me.

    Back in the day in my area of the country boys kissing boys was not done; however, butt fucking was and it was also referred to as cornholing. I’d heard about cornholing from an early age, however never engaged in it. In fact, the term cornhole was a little ambiguous and confusing to me as a youngster. The name referred to a little known lawn game as well as anal intercourse.

    The game basically is one where players toss bags filled with feed corn into a hole on the end of a raised platform. I remember the first time I heard my parents talk about playing cornhole I was taken aback. We were on are way to a family reunion when my dad raised the issue of cornhole games, saying that one of the things we would be doing was cornholing at the reunion. Needless to say, at nine or ten years of age hearing that we were going to be cornholing was unsettling.

    On the playground at school recess I’d heard stories relating to butt fucking; however, as an event at a family reunion I was a little disconcerted. I was curious and confused; of course, my state of mind was set at ease after we arrived on the big tobacco farm. Leaning my head back into Mike I said, ‘I could stand here and let you play with my nipples all night long.’

    ‘That ain’t no problem cause we got until Sunday night or whenever you got to be home to do anything we want to do with each other,’ Mike said nuzzling my ear.

    ‘So, what are you up for when we get out of here, penis or pizza?’ I ask.

    ‘What do you want to do?’ Mike asked.

    ‘I’d rather mess around a little,’ I replied, ‘that is if you don’t mind, and then maybe we can go get some pizza later.’

    Mike was excited about that call. We rinsed our bodies off before going back to Mike’s bedroom where he folded the spread off his queen bed exposing the fresh white sheet. We flopped down with our heads on the pillows looking into each other’s eyes not saying a word while our hands began slowly exploring the other’s body.

    The first thing I discovered was Mike didn’t seem to have the protruding or sensitive nipples that I had, but his cock sure made up for that shortcoming. For almost an hour we lay there caressing each other; our hands roaming over the other’s body, stimulating each other with our touches before turning opposite on the bed.

    Once we assumed the sixty-nine position Mike said, ‘Let me know when you’re about ready to cum. I don’t want any cum in my mouth.’

    ‘Okay.’

    I’d never tasted another guy’s cum and really didn’t know if I wanted to go that far this soon in the relationship. I grasp Mike’s big cock with one hand and his scrotal sac with the other. As I held the big shaft I began looking at the huge head visually exploring it before I began licking all around the crown. Mike had the most prominent and broadest cockhead I’d ever seen.

    The glans must have been two to two and half inches wide. Instead of round it was kind of a horizontal oval shape. Before long I began to notice a pearlescent droplet appearing from the urethral opening. That was the first time I’d experienced another boy precumming. The taste of the fluid on the tip of my tongue was kind of bland. I wasn’t all that familiar with precum yet in my life and didn’t want Mike to cum, so I eased off a little. I wanted things to last forever that night.

    Mike on the other end was sniffing at my pubic bush and kissing all around my crotch area. Then he would take one of my nuts into his mouth, rolling it around while rubbing his hands over my buttock. I was wondering if he was going to find my other sensitive area: my asshole.

    I had come to enjoy titillating my asshole inserting fingers while I jacked off. Once again the thought of Mike slipping his massive cock into my ass sent shivers through my body. I knew instinctively that his massive member entering my asshole would be painful, but I felt that the pain might be worth the pleasure in the end. I decided to wait a while as we had almost three days to discover each other.

    Nike’s tongue was working on the area beneath the urethral opening in my cock totally driving me wild. I had my mouth stretch as wide open as possible with Mike’s cockhead inside, licking the pee slit. We were both working towards climax. Our balls were pulling up inside our bodies. Mike slapped me on the ass signaling that he was about ready to shoot. We both released our lip grips and began jacking each other off to fruition. The saliva provided a slick natural lubricant to make the finish enjoyable.

    After we ejaculated we lay there once again looking and watching; watching our dicks deflate. Finally, Mike asked, ‘You hungry?’

    ‘Oh yeah, I worked up quite an appetite,’ I replied.

    ‘Lets get cleaned up, dressed and go get a pizza,’ Mike said.

    We got up and rinsed off, dried and began putting our clothes on. I felt so refreshed. I also felt good about the fact that things between Mike and me weren’t a one-way thing. He seemed to enjoy sex with me as much as I had with him. We were off and running for the local pizza parlor. In just a few hours since that fateful meeting in the boy’s bathroom Mike and I had shared our penises and now it was time to share a pizza. 


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  • Fire Academy Chronicles

    ‘Cadet Banks, follow me to my quarters and we’ll get you squared away and have a little talk.’ Chief Officer Whitman directed towards me. I gave him a ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ stare as he turned and started walking. ‘NOW!’ he shouted and by this point everyone in the building had stopped what they were doing and were now looking at the two of us. Very disappointed and almost at the point of trembling with fear, I started following him with my belongings behind me, not knowing what we were doing but fearing that he knew exactly what I was looking at when he approached me. Without a word he opened a door and held it for me, behind it was a dimly lit hallway that reminded me of a horror film in an old gymnasium.

    We walked down the length of the building without as much as a word until we reached an office with his name on the door and no glass window. ‘Get ready for an ass chewing Banks’ I remember telling myself. Inside, the room was pretty decent size, with a couch towards the hall wall, an oversized desk with a lamp, a computer, and some paperwork piled up on it. There was also a tv and a bookcase off to the side. ‘Have a seat young man’, he said. I thought about sitting down on the couch but decided I’d be better off dragging a chair in front of his desk as a sign of respect.

    ‘What you were doing back there, we have a name for it and I don’t think you wanted me to call you out in front of the rest of the cadets before you’ve had an opportunity to establish a reputation amongst them’ he said rather cheerfully. ‘Well excuse me sir, but you already accused me of doing something in front of them so I don’t see the difference.’ I shot back. Immediately CO Whitman stood up from his desk and started unbuttoning his shirt. Even though he still had a white T-shirt under his dress shirt, I could clearly see what lied beneath was no illusion, he was naturally ripped. That feeling that I had while talking with Brad earlier was quickly coming back, and if he didn’t sit back down he would have a bird’s eye view to my monster having its own mind.

    He chuckled and walked around the desk where I was sitting, ‘They have no idea what I called you out for, well okay some might, but they won’t dare ask unless given a confirmation by you…….or myself.’ I didn’t think I was going to like where this was going and for some reason unethical behavior popped into my head. Really? If he was going where I thought he was unethical behavior was about to be the last thing on my mind. Then, the paranoia kicked in. ‘I’m sure the guys walk around with their shirts unbuttoned at the station all the time.’ my conscious tried desperately to convince me. ‘Yea, why was I thinking this was going to go the way I thought/wanted just because he unbuttoned his shirt, he didn’t take it off.’ A deafening silence filled the room, CO Whitman standing at the edge of his desk looking down at me, and I’m trying not to glance his body over because if he had caught me doing what I’m pretty sure he already knew of, I definitely didn’t want to do the same to him.

    After what seemed like an eternity he finally broke the silence and said, ‘Go ahead son, I know you want to check me out. As a matter of fact, you’re not too bad looking yourself and I wouldn’t mind seeing what kind of package you’ve got hidden in those jeans.’ He said in a seductive tone. Oh………my……….god, my heart was racing and I think I was about to break out into a cold sweat. No need for a feeling anymore, all the blood had now rushed to my now raging hard-on, begging to be set free from its jean and boxer captor. Without a word, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, and slid the zipper down. I could feel the sensation of cool air rushing onto my private parts as my fingers felt the hot air rising from the hole. I didn’t need to do anything else, CO Whitman stepped over and grabbed my dick with his hand. ‘Mmmm, I can’t even get one hand around it, so I suppose a mouth is in order.’ And with that he knelt to one knee and put his mouth on the tip of my cock.

    So many thoughts were rushing through my head. Should this be happening, was this really happening, how he knew to do this, was I going to get kicked out………and on and on. All the while Whitman had managed to make it halfway down my shaft, and he wouldn’t even need to get a good motion going because I could feel my juices ready to explode. If I ever knew what sticking my dick into a vacuum cleaner felt like, this was the closest I was going to get. Obviously it wasn’t his first time. I leaned my head back and focused on the tiles in the ceiling before closing them and letting out a big moan. ‘Ahhhhhh, this feels damn good sir.’ I said rather loudly. ‘Shut the fuck up Banks’ he interjected before I could say more, ‘We don’t want to be heard, but it is good to hear you say something, wasn’t sure if you liked what I was doing or not.’ And back to sucking my dick he went. I needed this badly, and if you need an indicator of how badly my dick was now starting to ache as the fluids starting building.

    ‘Won’t be long’ ‘Just like that’ ‘Oh, god you are good’……….followed almost in unison. He reached a hand up under my shirt and started rubbing my nipples. It was a new sensation, and what I needed to send me over the edge. I placed my hand on the back of his head and held him in place, he was going to get ALL I had to give him this day. I shot and I felt him gag a little bit, but it relaxed and the cum just kept oozing out. My hand left the back of his head and he went to pull out ‘Wait!’ I almost shouted, ‘I’m not done’ and shoved my dick back in his mouth for one last shot. After that was over he pulled away licking around his mouth with his tongue and stood up.

    ‘Banks………CADET BANKS’ he all but shouted as I felt something hard come across my face. I looked back at him, we were standing in the hallway looking at his office door, and hadn’t even made it in the office yet. It appeared all the blood he had now was in his face because it was as red as you can imagine at this point. Oh no! Had I really blacked out all the while having a fantasy of getting a blowjob from Chief Officer Whitman? Indeed I had, and I’d probably be in even more trouble when he got me inside his office. There had been no unbuttoned shirt, no grabbing my dick and definitely no mind-boggling blowjob. One thing was certain though, not only was I pitching a tent with my rock hard boner, but there was a wet spot at the tip. ‘Looks like you’ve had an accident Banks, let’s get you cleaned up and you can explain to me what happened and why I shouldn’t kick your over sexed ass out of my academy’ he said angrily. What exactly was I supposed to tell him at this point? I needed to think of something…………and fast.

    ***I have great stories to share, but haven’t considered myself much of a writer. In an effort to put these on paper I am trying this out. Feel free to email me with your comments or suggestions, but keep in mind I’ll hopefully progress as I go along.


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