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  • The Apprentice

    Reluctantly, I backed away from him and crouched down for our eyes to meet. I kissed him and kneaded the back of his neck. ‘Adrian, I want to finish what I started,’ he said in a whisper. ‘I wanted you to, but I needed to kiss you more.’ Again, we embraced and I dragged him closer. Longing to see his bare chest again, I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. I slanted forward to nibble his neck. ‘Adrian, damn I want you so bad right now.’

    ‘What do you want to do to me?’ I whispered after biting his neck a little harder. He twisted my left nipple making it hard as glass. ‘I need to be inside you Adrian,’ he said between breaths. Curious, I let my hands fall down to his waist undoing his jeans and pulling his cock out its holding place. Again, he crushed his lips on top of mine sending shocks to my system. He reached behind me and probed my bud a bit. ‘David…’ panting, that was the only word I could muster as he continued fingering my ass.

    ‘Adrian I love my living room for sex but I figure the bed would be better for our first night right?’ I nodded and kissed him again. He stood up and finished taking off his pants. He extended his hand and I used it to get off the floor. ‘Hmm, I guess dinner will wait, unless you are hungry now.’ I stepped closer and brushed his cheek with my fingertips. ‘I’m not hungry for food now David, I’ve dreamt of this moment and I don’t want to delay it anymore.’ He returned the touches then walked into the kitchen to turn off the oven. After he flicked the kitchen light off, he came back to me, and led me by the hand to his bedroom.

    We fell on his bed with him on top of me. Slowly, he planted kisses on my neck, chest, and stomach. ‘Oh David, damn…’ *I love this foreplay but…* The further he went the more excited I got. Before I knew it, he was swallowing me again. My eyes went into the back of my head preparing for the explosion that David had created. ‘OHHH GOD, David, ahhh!’ Forcefully, I pushed his head into my crotch to make sure he wouldn’t move. When I let go, David shifted upward sucking my tongue and lips. Aroused, I held his head tight and massaged the nape of his neck. He broke our kiss, got up, and opened his nightstand drawer. For a moment, I thought about the first dream I had of David. I closed my eyes and waited for my desired to come back to me.

    ‘Adrian, I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.’ I felt his lips on my chin making my nipples erect. My drained dick twitched slightly at the idea of David’s cock filling me. Again, he fingered my bud but this time, his fingertips were wet and slick. ‘Something to loosen you up a bit,’ he said as he pushed one finger in. My breathing quickened as he pushed another inside. ‘Relax babe, take a deep breath.’ I opened my eyes and looked at him as I tugged on the bed sheets. *Damn, I never realized how tight I was till now.* ‘Are you ready?’ he said with a raised eyebrow. ‘Yes, David. I want you inside me.’

    Within moments, he straddled me and rested my legs on his shoulders. Slowly, he teased my ass with his length with the tip of the condom barely touching me. ‘Relax baby, I’ll ease into you.’ He brushed my torso with his hands and tangled his fingers with my chest hair. I closed my eyes ready for him to infiltrate me.

    Again, I pulled on the bed sheets to brace myself and took a deep breath. In seconds, I felt his manhood inside me. Even though the pain was intense, I loved every moment that he thrust himself into my canal. ‘Ahh, Adrian you feel so good. Shit!’ he said between pants. ‘David…ohh…’ Methodically, he continued to drive inside me; my body was no longer hurting but instead enjoying the feeling of his dick hitting my spot. *God, what on earth took me so long to do this?* He knelt down and crushed his lips against mine which caused my virility to stand at attention.

    Frantic about what was to come, I rubbed his neck and hissed in his ear; ‘Go faster babe, I know I’m close.’ Almost immediately he rode me quicker and deeper. ‘Adrian…’ was all he said after the last few thrusts before I felt the condom slightly bigger inside me. ‘Oh my GOD!’ My body convulsed as my own volcano erupted once again. Reacting to me, he pulled out and spurted on my stomach which gave me goose bumps immediately. I mixed my own cream with his rubbing it in like lotion then licking my fingers to taste.

    Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me kissing my neck and combing my hair with his fingers. ‘Adrian I…that was incredible!’ he said in my ear. I ran my hands over his now wet back messaging the sweat into his skin. My mind raced from all the emotions that I felt. *God, I want this man. I don’t want anyone else but him.* I wanted David to know how I felt; I want to be his man and only his. Unbelievably, I’d fallen for him on the first date. *I’m ready to commit.*

    I fondled his neck and breathed in his lightly. ‘David, I want you; only you. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks that we’ve known each other but damn…’ He rose up and my green eyes met his sexy blues. ‘Adrian, are you sure?’ I caressed his cheek with my finger and rested my legs at his sides. ‘Yes, I’m sure David. I want to be your apprentice in more ways than one.’

    Once the last words left my lips, his were on top of mine; his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Again, my groin sent signals to my brain that this was the one. The one I’d been waiting for since high school, the one that forced me to make up my mind about which side of the fence to be on. Now I knew that I liked men more specifically David over women, I felt that I should not waver anymore. Besides I’ve waited long enough for Mr. Right to come and sweep me off my feet. My teacher had arrived and I have so much to learn.

    END


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  • Gay Phoebia

    Every weekend I like going out to this State Park that’s 8 miles away from city limits. Very peaceful. My cousin, sometimes shows up, to walk his dogs. He has No idea, that I’m Gay. It’s funny he starts talking about his grandson, who is a teen, and is heavy into the young gay seen, and he just can’t stand it! The more he screams and cusses about the gay people, the hornier I got! Never had an anti-gay conversation, turn me on so much.

    Doug my cousin, took off and walked his dogs. I had to call a great friend of mine, and tell him where I was, and to let him know, I needed some good lovin’ right now!! But, he ended up being busy. So I decided to go up to the restrooms, and take care of myself. When I got up there, there was a nice looking Young man, standing not to far away, from the restrooms. I stared at him as I walked towards him, and he smiled.

    I kinda motioned him to join me. And hoped he would! I went for a stall, and waited, with Meat in hand, it was spewing clear pre-cum, and I was taking my finger, and wiping it off, and licking it. YUMMM! Then, I got lucky, Here he came. He says ‘you here’? I said, in here! He’s rock hard! I can see it thru his pants! I’m siting on the toilet, with my pants down to my ankles, and I offer to releave the pressure that’s boiling deep inside his manly member.

    He steps into my stall, un-zips his pants, I un-button and pull his pants down, to get a great view, and better access to what I’m after. ( this park is not very busy at anytime, so I’m not worried about anyone screwing this up). I kiss, lick the head of John’s cock, slowly insert it into my mouth, my tongue is encircling it’s head! John starts moaning. I look up at him, and he’s in total transe!

    My head is bobbing up and down his nice shaft, his pre-cum is flowing like a river. I’m swallowing, and sucking, tongue is working, my hands are rubbing his balls, and I feel the head swell, and it finally holds in a Large swell, and I know he’s about to CUM. I pull down with one hand, the foreskin, to stretch his cock head, and tongue torment the underside. He starts yelling, ‘I’m BLOWING, I’m Blowing’! and fires a massive load down my throat! I’m swallowing fast and hard, hard to catch it all.

    some of his cum spews for the corner of my mouth. I clean him up, well, and pull away from him. After he gets his composier, I ask, ‘Will you take care of me?’ He bends over and kisses me, and says trade me places. He sits on toilet, and I sit on him! I ride him, and ride him! We change positions, and my legs are spread wide, I’m bent over, and he’s hammering away. Our bodies slap together, he’s hitting me in the right spot!

    I start cummming, and slamming into him with each in stroke. He keeps right on hammering!!! And then He cumms again! We are both weak now. And can’t move. I can’t wait to do it again, and again!! CUMMMMM get me!


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  • Who’s Jeff?

    The cook had fed us with steak and cleaned up and left, leaving the two of us alone. My host put some soft music on and lit the fire. The wine had been excellent and I was feeling it in my head. The white bear-skin rug in front of the fire looked so inviting, and I wanted my head to stop spinning, so I laid down on that on my belly, facing the fire, staring into it and becoming quite mellow. My host left me there for a short time, letting the fire and the music and the soft rug and the buzz from the wine float me away.

    He was back, in a short cotton robe. He must have been at least in his late forties or early fifties, but he’d aged well. His leg muscles were firm and I thought that he must have been an athlete at one time – and probably still worked out. As he leaned down to me, the front of the cotton robe opened and I saw a well-developed chest with a matting of salt-and-pepper curly hair running from his chest down in a thin line to where the lapels of the robe met.

    ‘Some port or cognac?’ he asked in a rich baritone. His face was distinguished. A lawyer or a banker or corporate CEO. Even after two weeks, I didn’t know. He spoke little about himself, showing more concern for me. So kind. If he hadn’t found me at the side of the desert highway, brought me to this big house on the ridge above Santa Fe, and had a doctor to look at me after what the beating and the hours on the sand by the highway had done to me . . .

    The steel gray hair was expertly cut, a perfect-teeth smile. A slight scar under his left eye – his eyes were hazel and so alive – only served to emphasize how handsome his chiseled features were. Model handsome. A healthy Santa Fe tan smoothed out the laugh-line wrinkles.

    ‘No thanks, Mr. Grimes. Another drop of alcohol and I’d go right to sleep.’

    ‘We couldn’t have that, now, could we?’ he answered, the low laugh conveying his mood. ‘And I’ve told you, it’s Bill.’

    ‘I have trouble with that . . . Bill. You’ve been so kind, and there’s such a divide between us.’

    ‘We must see what we can do about that too. Here, take a look at these. I work with photography. I’d like to know what you think.’

    He was handing a folder to me. I opened the cover to find a set of loose photographs. The ones on top were art shots – nudes – of a young, handsome youth. A bit younger than me. About nineteen, I’d guess. The photos were expertly done, although it wasn’t the artistry of them that took my attention. Toward the bottom of the pile, the photographs were more explicit – much more explicit as I leafed through to the bottom of the stack. And the youth wasn’t alone. Grimes too was in these photos. I turned my head toward the sofa to see the cotton robe fall onto it in folds.

    I shuddered and stiffened as his body came down on top of me, covering me full length. My torso was raised on my elbows, as I was fanning through the photographs. His hands laced in underneath me and he was unbuttoning my shirt and then pulling it off my arms.

    ‘Relax,’ he whispered in my ears. ‘Just concentrate on the photos and let your body drift with me.’

    I did what I could to let the tension in my body flow away. ‘Mr. Grimes. Bill,’ I whispered.

    ‘Sure you don’t want to try the Cognac? I still have the taste of it in my mouth,’ he whispered back at me. He cupped my chin and turned my face toward his, and I tasted the rich, full-bodied nectar of the wine.

    His hips were moving against my pelvis and I felt the hardness of him through the material of my jeans and briefs.

    I felt the palm of a hand on my belly and fingers working at the buttons of my jeans. Instinctively, without conscious control, I lifted my butt into his crotch as the zipper of my jeans was being pulled down. I wanted him to know there would be no struggle, no indecision, no holding back for whatever he wanted. He had paid for this in full. All of the hardness went out of my jaw and I opened my mouth totally to him.

    The moaning I heard was almost detached, but I recognized it as mine.

    He wouldn’t release the hold of his lips on mine and in the wake of the taste of the cognac, his tongue had invaded my mouth cavity. I could hardly breath. But I didn’t care if I couldn’t. He was still possessing my mouth as he was pulling my jeans and briefs below my hips.

    Skin on skin now below the belly. A hard dick inside my butt crack, stroking up and down on the rim of my hole. I shuddered and groaned and he released my mouth and gave a low, comfortable laugh.

    ‘The photos. Concentrate on the photos,’ he said.

    I returned my attention to the photographs, pushing through the ones of the handsome youth solo, down to the ones of the youth with Grimes. He was moving down the line of my back now. Kissing and licking my shoulder blades, while one hand pulled my jeans and briefs down and off my legs and the other one worked my nipples and then came down to palm my belly as his lips reached the mounds of my butt cheeks.

    His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my rump and I groaned as I heard the low, appreciative laugh again. I felt a light slap on each cheek and they were being squeezed and nipped again. A hand went between my thighs and pulled my cock and balls through. I tried to widen my stance, but he moved his forearms to trap my thighs close together, tightly against my dick. A hand possessed my cock and slowly stroked down.

    ‘Bill, Bill,’ I whispered.

    ‘Ah the divide narrows, doesn’t it? Surely there will be no trouble with first names now,’ he answered back. And then that arousing laugh again. He clearly was enjoying this.

    ‘Do you like the photos?’ he asked. ‘Don’t the two of us make the smashing pair?’

    ‘Yes.’ It was a whisper.

    ‘Does the lad look happy? Am I fucking him well?’

    ‘Yes.’ It was a whimper, followed with a moan.

    He had taken both hands and was spreading and squeezing my butt cheeks with them. When he blew across my hole, I shivered and groaned.

    ‘So nice. Such a rosy bud. And already opening.’

    ‘Bill,’ I whispered. ‘Bill.’ And then ‘Bill!’ as he kissed the hole and his tongue started working into me. I writhed under him for countless minutes as he tongued my hole and worked my cock with his hand. Intermittently he moved his mouth down to my cock and balls and gave suck, and during these intervals his fingers invaded my channel and found my prostate.

    ‘Bill, Bill! I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me – ‘

    ‘Oh, I hope so, Rick, he muttered. I certainly hope so.’ And then he laughed again.

    And I came.

    He covered my back fully with his body again and his cock was rubbing inside my cheeks once more. I raised my pelvis to him. Presenting to him. Wanting him. Wanting him to know I wanted him. ‘Bill,’ I whined.

    ‘Ah, are you ready? Do you want me inside you? Permission to fuck, my young lad? Jeff wants his daddy?’

    ‘Yes,’ I whimpered, all of my senses focused on the shaft rubbing across my hole, not even catching the reference to a Jeff.

    He went up on his knees, reaching over to the sofa. I heard the slight rustle of the condom packet as he opened it, and then I felt the coldness of the lubricant he poured liberally between my cheeks and worked into my opening with probing fingers. My chest was flat on the floor, my cheek against the photos of Grimes fucking the young man, my arms splayed out at my side. I was up on my knees, though, with my quivering butt raised to him, my legs spread.

    Fuck me, fuck me now, was what I was trying to convey.

    He crouched over me, pulling my chest up, me now on all fours. The cock was rubbing inside my crack again, sending electric impulses as it stroked again and again against my hole.

    ‘Please. Bill, Please!’ I begged.

    He laughed. And then I felt the bulb presented at my hole and he was slowly pushing into me. I gasped and my eyes started to water and both my elbows and my knees began to quiver and to give way. But Bill, crouched over my midsection and continuing to enter me, held me up with strong arms wrapped under my rib cage. I felt his lips at my cheeks, and I turned my face to him, letting him possess my mouth again – masking my groans and moans.

    Who would have known he was so thick and hard – and that it would take so much length of my channel for him to bottom?

    Coming out of the kiss, my face was suspended over the photographs. The one on top was of Grimes crouched over the hips of the young man, who was on all fours – on a white bear-skin rug in front of a fireplace; this fireplace. The expression on the young man’s face was one of ecstasy. Bill was looking into the camera with an expression that almost conveyed, ‘At last; in at last.’

    Only half hidden below that was a photo of the young man on his back on the same furry rug and Grimes kneeling between his thighs, knees under and raising the young man’s buttocks, Grimes fisting the youth’s slim ankles and holding his legs up and out, wide. I could see a good two inches of the root of a thick cock at the young man’s channel opening. And again, that ‘gone to paradise’ expression on the young man’s face.

    A third photo was of Grimes completely sheathed, the youth’s legs running up Grimes’s torso now, his hands reaching around Grime’s thick waist and clutching the older man’s thin butt cheeks close to him with fingers digging into the flesh, obviously trying to take in every centimeter of the cock. Eyes wild, mouth gaping open, and tongue hanging out. I trembled in anticipation.

    He stroked me so long and hard that my elbows and knees did give out and, with a laugh, he rode me to the rug and kept on riding. He was babbling as he fucked me, and I occasionally heard the name ‘Jeff’ spoken. But never the name ‘Rick.’

    Fucking me at such depth, and so filling. My channel walls undulating across the shaft as it mastered me. Throbbing, hot, relentless. Strong hands pulling my thighs in tight. Oh, god, the tightness. The almost despair as he pulls back. Oh, no, don’t leave me! Oh, shit, yes! at the long hard plunge back to the depths. Yes! Again. Oh, yes! And again. Oh Shit! And AGAIN. Paradise. Faster now – stroke, stroke, hold, stroke – making me pant and writhe against his strong hands and moan – and beg for it to go on and on.

    I felt him tighten and take in a long breath and then – with my channel trying, unsuccessfully, to close on his cock and keep him inside me’ he pulled out of me, and I groaned at the loss of him and heard the condom being ripped away and then felt the flow of him on the small of my back.

    He covered my back with his torso again and continued moving on top of me, stroking the small of my back with his cock through his cum. He hands glided along my arms and took my wrists. I turned my lips to him again. His prisoner for as long as he wanted.

    ‘I’m sorry if you weren’t expecting that this evening,’ he whispered in my ear when he once more let loose of my lips.

    ‘I don’t know what took you so long,’ I answered, with a sigh.

    ‘I thought perhaps I assumed so much. But you are so beautiful and sexy. I couldn’t help myself. Hardly a good host.’

    ‘You saved my life,’ I whispered back. ‘And . . . and the perfect host. Almost too polite, I was beginning to think.’

    He turned me on my back, my head resting in the pile of his photographs. He covered my body with his, his cock lying against my own between our still-heaving bellies. I looked down the line of his body. His barrel chest with the matting of salt-and-pepper gray standing out in moist curls and below that a still-flat, hard belly – even at his age. I wanted to run my hands through the matting on his chest, to search out the taut nipples I saw hiding there between the curls of the hair. But he had his fists wrapped around my wrists and they were trapped on either side of my shoulders. So, instead, I dipped and raised my face into his chest. I found a nipple almost immediately and sucked it in hard as he gasped and then I nipped at it, which produced a yelp from his mouth and an engorging surge in his cock.

    Releasing one of my wrists, his hand grabbed my head under the chin and forced it back into the pile of photographs and his mouth was hungrily attacking mine, his tongue invading, every bit as filling and probing as his cock had been. I gasped and nearly gagged.

    I wrapped my legs around his, my heels rubbing up and down his hard calves. His free hand snaked between our bellies before I could completely push in as close as I could to every inch of him. The hand wrapped our two cocks together. And he stroked our shafts and worked my mouth with his until, with a lurch and a shudder, I came again.

    He released my mouth and cock then. I could feel he was fully hard again. Amazing for his age. Not so much, though, considering the strength and power of his fuck. He raised his torso off mine a bit and looked down into my eyes. He was smiling that melting smile of his – the one I saw in the photographs when it was clear that he had mastered the young man to exhaustion.

    ‘That’s not fair,’ he said in a tone of false pout. ‘You’ve gone twice and I only once. Would you mind terribly if – ?’

    ‘I hoped you would,’ I whispered breathlessly, my mind possessed by what I’d seen in the photographs, as he knelt between my legs, pulled my buttocks up on top of his thighs, and reached over on the sofa for another condom packet. I lifted one of my legs up his torso to hook an ankle on his right shoulder while I watched him roll the condom on his cock and prepared to raise the other to his left shoulder when he was crowned, positioning myself to roll up my rump to receive the deepest thrusts I could eke out of him. I spied three more condom packets on the sofa and shivered in anticipation. I had seen other photos of other fuck positions the young man obviously had enjoyed.

    But who, I was wondering, who the fuck was Jeff?


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  • Keeping Options Open

    ‘Taylor…Taylor!’ The voice of the police chief woke me from a light nap. I had been out all night partying, did not really get any sleep.

    Snickers and chuckles filled the room as I sat up straight, running my fingers through my hair.

    I cleared my throat, ‘Uh, sorry sir, I uh…yeah, here…’ I said completely embarrassed.

    Chief Flanagan gave me an annoyed look, while shifting his feet behind the podium. ‘Ya know Taylor, if you decide to go out the night before, the least you could do is get home in time so you can be physically and mentally prepared for roll call…’

    Again, the laughs amongst my fellow officers, I sunk further into the chair.

    ‘Yes sir…’ was all I could muster, giving a soft cough, waving off the fact I had been called out.

    ‘Now, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce to you our new officer. He’s a transfer from district nineteen, been with the force about twelve years…’

    As I listened to the commander, my mind wandered to the bird I had over my house. Such a looker she was; gorgeous brunette with long brown legs and a body to die for.

    ‘Shit, why I am not at home right now?’

    Since she did not want to leave and I was drunk as shit, I allowed her to stay in my apartment. Besides, I felt I knew her since we had been dating about two months. Renee is her name, beautiful gal that is intelligent, funny, and sensible. My emotions for her were high at this point, I felt as though I had found my soul mate.

    ‘TAYLOR, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!’ Flanagan’s scream of my surname scared the living daylights out of me.

    ‘Sorry sir, you were sayin’?’ I knew I was in for it; George was a former drill sergeant.

    ‘Taylor, what is the reason as to why you cannot pay attention?’

    ‘I’ve got a lovely woman with a tight ass waiting for me…’

    ‘Sir, forgive me, I was thinking if I had left my stove on or not.’ I lied, knowing that I had not even touched the thing in like three days.

    ‘Humph, well that might be somethin’ you’d want to check on, eh?’ Seemingly, he bought it since his face softened after I was done.

    ‘Erm yeah, if you don’t mind, let me just call home to my girl, she can check for me.’

    George moved his feet once more while gripping onto the wood in front of him. ‘Yeah, yeah, sure you do that…and while you’re at it Taylor, why don’t you hang out at your desk, you’re on paper duty today. I’m not sure you’re fit to go out and fight crime after enjoying yourself last night.’

    ‘Fuck…’

    Once more, laughter filled the room. ‘Yes, sir, um, thanks…’ I said slipping more into my seat.

    ‘Now, any more of you have things you want to check on? We have a lot of rookies that would love to switch places with you vets and go out into the field instead of walking the beat or being filing papers.’

    At the conclusion of his statement, not a single word was heard in the room.

    ‘Alrighty then, let’s move on shall we? As I was saying, Taylor, I really would have liked you to show the new guy around but since you are on desk duty, I’ll allow him to go out with McFadden today.’

    Agreeing with him, I nodded. I was exhausted. The last thing I needed to do was go out catching criminals when I was not completely prepared.

    ‘Fantastic Taylor thanks for paying attention this time. Captain Nigel Mathewson, welcome to the district seventy-seven, we are honored to have you here.’

    When he was done, a tall, slender man got up from the seat directly in front of him. Earlier when I stepped in, I noticed the guy but I did not pay him any mind, I was still in a daze.

    ‘Allo, all…good to meet you…’ he said in an accent similar to my own.

    ‘Shit on me, another Brit…’

    ‘Everyone, please come up and introduce yourselves to Captain Mathewson. He is in the commander-in-training program with only six months to go. So far, he’s gone through it with flying colors, but in order to pass, he had to come through our district, the toughest in the city.’

    Flanagan put his hand on Mathewson’s shoulder as if he was his long lost son.

    ‘Maybe Mathewson was his replacement.’

    ‘Alright ladies and gents, as per usual the problem areas and special assignments are on the board. Be careful out there, go get em’. Say hello to Nigel on your way out.’

    As everyone got up from their seats, I had just finished texting Renee. Although the stove was not on, I wanted to know if something else was burning at my place: her.

    ‘Taylor, everything alright at your apartment, son?’ Flanagan walked in front of me just as the naughty words from Renee flashed on my screen.

    ‘Uh, yeah, sir, everything is good, really, she turned off the thing after I left.’ Yeah, sure, she did, the fire between her thighs was still hot, and I wished I could stay there to extinguish it.

    ‘That’s good, Taylor. Like I said, try staying home some nights. You need to get married, then you’ll slow down. Aren’t you tired of being a playboy at the age of thirty-six?’

    Hearing that I chuckled, ‘No sir, there is always another party and since I’m not dead yet, might as well try makin’ them all before I’m not able to anymore.’

    The relationship that I had with George was casual; I felt I could tell him anything. In front of the force, he kept a stern demeanor, not showing me any favoritism, but when we were alone talking was when he became like a father figure to me. That setup materialized when I lost my last partner in the line of duty.

    While we continued to chat, Mathewson stepped over on my right.

    ‘Allo mate, what part of the country would you be from,’ he said holding out his hand.

    Slowly, I stood, extending my palm in his direction. ‘Allo chum, from Castle Bromwich, actually, Taylor, Michael Taylor is the name.’

    ‘Ah brill, I’m from Birmingham, Nigel Mathewson, it’s a pleasure…,’ he said gripping my hand tightly.

    As we exchanged smiles, I noticed the pretty face in front of me. Nigel had the looks of an actor or musician, very attractive.

    ‘How is anyone going to take this man seriously?’

    Nigel’s hair was a little long for the police force, the ends of his strands were barely touching his shoulders, the colors, and a mixture of blond and brown. How he got away with that was beyond me however, Flanagan did mention that he had been a cop a little over a decade so, special favors, I supposed.

    ‘Same here Mathewson, how long you been in the states?’ I said, peering into his brown eyes.

    ‘Ah about twenty-two years, I love it here in the big city,’ Nigel said taking a seat on the one I was occupying a while ago.

    ‘Nigel, you should get going now. I’m sure McFadden is looking for you.’ Chief pat him on the back reminding him he had no time to get into deep conversation.

    ‘Humph, yeah, I better run then,’ he said bouncing right back up, holding out his hand.

    ‘Good to meet you again my man, I shall see you when I return…’

    ‘Yeah, you will. Maybe we’ll get a chance to chit-chat after, eh, be careful out there.’

    ‘Indeed, see you later Michael, bye Chief…’ Nigel trotted out the room, closing the door behind him.

    ‘Nice fellow…’

    ‘Well Michael, you should get to your desk so you can take some of that work off Lache’. He’ll be happy to know that he can do something else…’ George hit my back, as I was moving towards the entrance.

    ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ I said going out the door.

    ‘I hate desk work.’

    Of course, if I had not gone out partying with my gal, I would be out in the field. Moreover, out hanging with my fellow countryman. For whatever reason, the dude was on my brain; I had no idea why.

    Chapter two

    With the day just about over, I put a call in to my pretty girl. Just thinking of her straddling my lap with her legs over my shoulders made my pants a little uncomfortable; more like, tight.

    ‘Well allo beautiful, what are you doin?’

    Renee began telling me how much she missed my warm body next to hers. I could get used to having live in pussy; meaning I would never have to leave if I didn’t want to. Besides, I liked the idea of waking up to a beautiful woman lying next to me.

    ‘God I want you,’ she said loudly through the phone.

    Upon hearing that, a smile appeared across my face. Knowing that she wanted me almost as much as I desired her got me all excited.

    ‘This day needs to end right now, I got to go home and…eat…’

    The moment before I passed out, I gave Renee the tongue bath she so richly deserved; from head to toe while paying special attention to that spot between her thighs. The motions of my mouth accessory made her come so many times, I swore that we were waking the whole building maybe even the neighborhood. I had been acknowledged for my oral talents, for Renee this would be something she should come to expect.

    *****

    Still listening to my lady talk dirty through my Blackberry, Nigel walked in with McFadden.

    I leaned back in my chair, watching the two chat as if they were long lost buddies. Seemingly, Nigel was quite a nice guy.

    ‘Again, how would that help his chances at being a good commander?’

    Nigel waved slightly while still chatting with McFadden.

    At that moment, my body was craving some Renee; visions appeared in my head immediately of what I needed to do once I arrived home. Since I still had a little over two hours to go, I decided that I needed to hang up before I make a mess underneath my desk.

    ‘Hey baby, listen, let me let you go, I will be back there as soon as I can, alright?’ I still had a few files to look over and put away before quitting time.

    Before hanging up, she gave me something to think about; the words were, ‘I’ll be in bed waitin’ for you with dinner on a tray and dessert between my legs.’

    ‘Shit, cannot wait for my slice of chocolate cherry pie.’

    Smiling, I put my phone down whilst noticing the hard-on that had developed in my pants.

    ‘He’s ready and so is my tongue…’

    Nigel jarred me out of my dream by popping a squat on the corner of my desk. ‘Hey Michael, how’s the paperwork comin’ mate?’

    ‘Humph, it’s not but I know someone that should be…’

    ‘It’s alright chum. Today I realized just how much I hate being on the desk, it’s been boring as hell.’

    ‘Yeah, ah I remember the days as a rookie trying to gain the respect of my cohorts while peddling paper. All that filing, stamping, and signing can get quite tedious…’

    ‘True, so hey, how was the first day out in one of the toughest districts in the city?’ Quickly, I steered the conversation to Nigel’s first day out in the real parts of New York.

    ‘It was pretty uneventful…’

    ‘Today,’ I interrupted. ‘Usually, the streets are hopping with random robberies, break-ins, and shootings; yoo name it.’

    Nigel moved back on my desk, allowing his legs to hang over the edge.

    ‘Well, not this time I’m afraid, and here I was, so looking forward to bringing in a couple of criminals in the, oh, so, famous crime ridden part of the NYC…’

    ‘Stick around Mathewson, you won’t be disappointed. Besides, it was only the first day. Just you wait until you been here long enough; district nineteen gots nothin’ on seventy-seven.’

    ‘Oh I know, Michael. Just kidding you is all. Hey, so what’s your plans after work, anythin’ intrestin’?’

    The minute he finished his sentence, I thought about the two-course meal I had waiting for me on my mattress, highlighted by the sweet, chocolate pie with a cherry filling.

    ‘Erm, my lady is at home awaitin’ my return…’ I said while the naughty thoughts ran through my head.

    Chuckling, he folded his arms, ‘Oh I see, married man ar you?’

    ‘No, far from it. It’s this bird I been seeing for about two months now, she was the somethin’ I had burning at my apartment this morning…’

    ‘Hehehe…really, you sly devil you. Nothing like a little woman to keep your bits in check, right?’

    ‘Yeah, us men need to be serviced to keep us from gettin’ the blue balls, you know?’

    ‘Ah yes, a severe case of them ain’t good, can make a man loose his mind,’ he laughed gripping on to my desk tightly.

    ‘True, so true…you got a woman, Nigel?’

    ‘What made me ask that?’

    Embarrassed, he looked down as if I had said somethin’ that bothered him. ‘No, Michael, not at this moment.’

    ‘Oh? A good lookin’ bloke like yourself, what’s the deal…’

    ‘Erm, I…I like the single life Michael. It allows me keep all my options open.’

    ‘Ah yeah, a player, like myself…’

    ‘I know exactly what you’re sayin’, mate. Until I met Renee, I had been thinkin’ the same. Now though, I think I’m fallin’ for her. Not so sure to make of it, really…’

    Once more, he looked away not meeting my gaze. ‘Sorry chum, am I touchin’ on a sore subject with you?’

    ‘No, not really Michael, just thinkin’ is all. I’m gonna go have a chat with the chief. See ya’ ’round mate…’

    Before I could respond, he’d hopped off the furniture in front of me, trotting to Flanagan’s quarters.

    ‘What did I say?’

    With the files still in front of me, I stared out the window a moment.

    ‘Why was he upset, why did he leave so abruptly?’

    Seemingly, what I said to Nigel struck a chord. In my mind, I was only talking about relationships and just wanted to know if he was happily in one, like I wanted to be.

    Nonetheless, our conversation caused him to promptly walk out and unbeknownst to me, that sort of bothered me.

    Chapter three

    When I arrived home, Renee greeted me in nothing but her French cuts and brassiere.

    ‘Damn, I could get used to this type of welcome…’

    ‘Hello sexy, how was work today?’ She took me by the hand, pulling me into my own apartment.

    ‘It was good, love. Did you enjoy spending the night at my house?’

    We plopped on the couch but I wanted to feel that tight ass on my legs, so I picked her up, placing her on my lap.

    ‘I did, baby. I missed you,’ she moaned running her fingers through my short black hair.

    ‘And I you, love. You know, I really would love if you spent a little more time with me. We been dating for two months and…well…I think it’s about time we got together…’

    ‘Really? Oh Michael, you mean it?’

    ‘Am I sure I want this?’

    Though I still liked to play, the prospect of waking up to beautiful Renee sounded good. She was such a gorgeous woman, that I really did not want to waste my opportunity. Then something popped in my head about what Nigel said earlier, keeping options open. Maybe I…

    ‘Yes babe, I really like you lot. That should be obvious, especially since you have spent multiple occasions over my place…’

    That minute, she grabbed me, yanking me into her chest. The huge jugs damn near cut off my circulation but I appreciated it nonetheless.

    ‘Oh Michael, I’m so excited. I like you too. I was hoping that you would say this to me at some point but, I did not want to push it…’

    ‘Too late now…’

    Again, she embraced me, kissing my forehead while I worked on her scarlet red bra. The look of it against her mocha skin was so beautiful, really made the color of it stand out.

    ‘Damn, options not really open any more but…’

    Once I got the contraption off, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, lightly biting it while I rubbed the other between my thumb and index.

    ‘Oh Michael,’ she gasped as I moved one of my hands to the silk covered space amidst her legs.

    ‘God you are so wet, baby. Let me make you a little wetter, hmmm?’

    Gently, I lifted her off my lap, putting her on my sofa.

    ‘I’m hungry for dessert first…’

    Renee giggled as I lightly licked her clit. ‘Michael, you are such a tease. Besides, I thought I told you we were having dinner and dessert in bed…’

    ‘Yeah, change of plans, the meal on the tray can wait…’

    Whilst removing my jacket, I leaned down, delicately lapping her folds again through the soft material. Once I had it off, I loosened my tie before diving into that shallow pool, mouth first.

    ‘Damn, ugh, Michael…’ she breathed, combing my strands with her long nails.

    To make her more comfortable and allow me more access, I placed her legs atop my shoulders. The heels of her black stilettos were scratching my back. I didn’t care though because right now, I wanted to give her the pleasure I had been craving all day.

    ‘Fuck,’ she screamed as I moved her panty aside to take full advantage of that swollen nub. Slowly, I licked it while pushing one finger inside her vaginal canal. The minute I did that, I felt her trembling, I knew she was about to explode.

    Coming up for air, ‘Yess, baby, I know you want that…YESS! Come for me, come on…’ I encouraged her although I knew she would not need it.

    ‘Ahhh, sh…i…ttt, Michael!’ At the close of her sentence, I put my face back in position to receive the gush of passion juice that was coming fast and furious.

    Although some of it missed my mouth, the majority of it went right where I wanted it to, on my tongue for me to enjoy it.

    After I quenched my thirst, I looked up at my baby who had the expression of exhaustion. ‘God’s baby, I love when you do that. Now though, you need to ride me. Hope you are not too tired…’ I smiled while undoing my pants before sitting back down.

    Renee chuckled, ‘No daddy, this cowgirl is ready to tame the wild horse,’ she said getting off the couch, sliding her wet undies to the floor.

    ‘Then come on love, you’re joyride is waitin’…’

    With the close of my sentence, she sat on my cock, enveloping it with her still wet pussy.

    ‘Shit, God’s…ugh…’ I moaned as my dick filled her completely.

    Methodically, she started to move up and down on my shaft making me lose focus. I gripped her thighs, shifting vertically right in time with her. The friction between us was incredible; I knew I could not hold on any longer.

    ‘Damn…ahhh, Michael,’ she yelled grabbing my head to lay a rough smooch upon my lips.

    ‘Baby, oohhh…mmhh, you feel so good…’ I groaned, sensing the trembles that were not too far behind. ‘Shit! FUCK!’ I’m sure the whole building heard me but at this point, I didn’t care who did.

    Within seconds, I oozed inside her, making her squeal in delight. Again, she engulfed my lips, forcing her tongue inside my mouth.

    ‘Michael,’ she whispered, raking her hand through my scalp.

    The aftershocks were wearing off. I peered into those pretty hazel eyes, while tracing the side of her face.

    ‘I am falling for this woman…’

    ‘Renee…’ I said combing her brown curls with my fingers. Once more, we embraced; I knew that this moment would be the culmination of our relationship.

    After ceasing our kiss, we sat there in silence. Just the feel of her on top of me, invigorated this thirty-six year old playboy. Only now, I wished to be a player no more. This one was special and even I knew a good one when I saw it.

    Chapter Four

    That following morning, I went to work fully rested and refreshed. I left my new beau sleeping in my bed like a baby, curled up amidst the moist linens. I let her know she could change them if she liked or wait until I returned home.

    After roll call, I caught up with Nigel who was talking to McFadden.

    ‘Hey, what’s up guys…’ I said, tapping Nigel on the back.

    ‘Nothin, Michael. So did you go out again last night? You seem kind of sluggish again, even though this time, chief didn’t notice…’ McFadden joked while Nigel gave me the eye.

    I chuckled, ‘No, I stayed at home with my lady last night…she took everything outta me; of course, I matched her…’

    ‘Heh, really? I didn’t know that you were seein’ somebody regularly. Didn’t you just tell us that the field was wide open and you needed to take advantage of it?’

    ‘Yeah, I did but the latest gal I been seein’ got me to rethink that rather quickly. She’s quite a woman, Fad, I think…I…might be fallin’ for her…’

    The minute I finished my statement, Nigel walked over to the desk next to mine, taking a seat. Seemingly, I had upset him again, still I was not sure why.

    Not noticing Nigel’s exit, McFadden went on, ‘Woohoo, does this mean the playa might be turnin’ in his card?’ He moved his jacket with both hands while putting them at his sides.

    ‘Yep, I think that is what it means. Even I can acknowledge a good woman when I see her. There’s just something about her…’

    The voice of Flanagan interrupted us, ‘McFadden, your partner is ready…’

    George had poor McFadden taking out a rookie today with him. Lache’ who was just on desk before I took his place, was very excited to be going out for a second time.

    McFadden sighed, giving me a quick slap on the back. ‘Well congrats man, let me know when the wedding is…’

    As he walked away, I chuckled.

    ‘I said relationship, not a trip to the alter…’

    When I turned around, I looked directly into the face of the commander trainee. ‘What’s up mate, did I say somethin’ yet again, to embarrass you?’

    Nigel exhaled, leaning back in his seat. ‘No, it’s just the whole commitment talk doesn’t sit well with me is all…’

    ‘Oh, why not, bad experience or…’

    Before I could really delve into his business, he stopped me. ‘No, no, no, it’s just like I informed you yesterday, I like to keep all my options open. You neva know if someone comes along that might appeal to you…’

    ‘I can’t possibly think that anyone would steal my attention away from Renee. She’s quite the looker mate, she’s got everything a man could want in a woman; intelligence, looks, sex appeal, just…’

    ‘That’s fantastic chum, you ar a lucky one then. Excuse me, let me go drop these papers off on the chiefs desk then I’ll be ready to roll alright?’

    ‘Erm, okay,’ I said shaking my head as he marched towards Flanagan’s office.

    ‘Again, I did or said something to jar this guy…’

    I took a seat at my own desk, pondering Nigel’s statement.

    ‘What on earth does he mean?’

    Moreover, why did I care what he meant or why? Is it because he was a fellow countryman? Do I want to get to know him better since we have the Brit deal in common?

    The second statement might be true.

    Although many of my co-workers were quite fond of me, I had no real close, tight, male friends. They were all married with kids while I was busy living mi vida loca, going out all times of the night, looking for girls. All of them said they lived their lives through me, often times I had came in giving my stories of nights before with just about every man here in the precinct, attending.

    Nigel and I could be partners, buddies; two single men around the same age, hanging together. The plus would be that we were both from the same place, I would not have to explain my Brit speak to him.

    However, that might not happen if I continued to say the wrong things. Wish I knew what they were.

    ‘Alright Taylor, I’m ready to hit the road…’ he said checking his phone while walking back over in my direction.

    ‘Cool, let’s roll…’ I said hopping out the chair, following my tall partner of the day out the station.

    While leaving, I checked my Blackberry to see if I had any naughty messages from my lady. Of course, there were several making me blush like a little school girl.

    Nigel looked back when I chuckled about the last one. ‘You alright there Taylor?’ His browns met mine; the serious look on his face puzzled me.

    ‘Sorry, mate. My girl is sending me some dirty texts is all…hey listen,’ I paused thinking of how I could take a little time to make friends while still having enough energy to return back to my lair to please my princess some more.

    I continued, ‘Erm mate, why don’t we go out for a beer er two tonight afterwards, we can chat. You seem a little uptight, you nervous about going out here…’

    Softening his stance, ‘I’m always a little nervous, I was just wondering why you were cackling like a hen…’

    I giggled, ‘Apologies chum, my gal is not shy about lettin’ me know exactly what’s on her mind. She’s says she’ll…’

    ‘Erm yeah, that little excursion tonight sounds great, mate. I need to get out after taking all those stupid online courses last week. I felt like I was back at Salsberry Middle…’

    ‘Did he just cut me off?’

    Frowning, ‘Okay Nigel, its set then.’ I put my phone back in my pocket, watching him turn in the direction of the squad vehicle.

    Still befuddled as to why he interrupted me, I quickly walked ahead of my partner, pushing the remote to unlock the doors.

    Seemingly, Nigel had an issue every time I wanted to talk of relationships, my gal, commitment, I needed to find out why and since we would be alone in the car, I would ask him at that moment.

    I had long considered myself a pretty stand up person, confronting people when something about them irked me. Although, I was happy to have a fellow Brit in the department to be close, tight, friends with, I felt we needed to settle the tension between us, immediately.

    When we closed the doors, ‘What is yor problem, Mathewson…’ I said with annoyance. That last episode bothered me.

    ‘Erm what,’ he said looking at the radio, trying to find some music.

    ‘What is your deal, Nigel. Every time I start talking about my gal, my relationship, you cut me off. Listen mate if were gonna be chums, you need to stop interrupting me when I speak about her. I mean, we haven’t known each other two days yet and seemingly we cannot chat about somethin’ as simple as my girl…’

    Nigel turned, looking me in the eye, ‘I don’t want to hear about your woman, Michael. Sorry, maybe I should’ve articulated that…’

    ‘Oh, you jealous, is that it?’

    ‘Hells no, Taylor. I told you I wanted to keep my options open, that commitment is not my deal. Besides…I…I don’t…’

    Readying myself to explode since he just mentioned he didn’t want to chat about my present lover, I sat quietly, balling up my fist, and ‘You don’t what!’

    Nigel’s eyes narrowed, ‘I don’t like women, Michael. I’m a bender, a nancy…’

    Chapter five

    Nigel’s admission hit me like a ton of bricks. Quiet, we both sat there in the squad car, knowing we should be looking for anything suspicious.

    ‘Erm, Nigel, I…I’m sorry…’ I said, looking out the windshield.

    ‘That’s why all that talked bothered him, he’s not into girls…’

    ‘It’s alright, Michael. That was rude of me, very rude, I apologize, mate. It’s not your fault I was born a little screwed up…’

    Although I wasn’t gay, I could sympathize with Nigel. A close, tight friend of mine, back in Britain, came out while we still were in middle school. Often times I was his best pal since no other straight bloke wanted to be around him. I always considered him to be my best chum, until he took, his own life once he found out he had contracted AIDS several years ago. I was devastated and I committed my life doing whatever I could to help fight the disease.

    Moreover, because of my fallen friend, I had no issue reaching out to gay men. Although I knew none at this juncture, simply because I did not hang in the same circles like I did when my pal was alive.

    ‘You’re not screwed up Nigel, nothin’ wrong with being gay…’

    ‘Oh yeah there is, especially when yor parents expect you to be one way and you are not wot they wanted you to be…’

    ‘How close are you with them?’

    ‘Not very tight anymore. My parents are strict Catholics; they refuse to acknowledge me as their son.’

    ‘That’s really a shame…’

    ‘Such is the reason I moved here, away from them to start a new life as a cop. Moreover, I love fighting crime, it’s my passion…’

    ‘Indeed, mine as well…’

    ‘Listen, I really rather you not say anythin’ about this to anyone, you know the force is like the military…’

    ‘Of course, Nigel, I would not dare. Your secret is safe with me…’

    ‘Appreciated, look, again, I am sorry I been rude. Forgive me, I…I hope that my confession and my stupidity has not made you change your mind about us hanging out tonight…’

    ‘No, no, not at all…’ I said, starting the car.

    ‘Good, you know Taylor,’ he cleared his throat, then, ‘When you asked if I were jealous and I told you no, that was a lie…’

    Before, putting the gear into drive, I faced him again, ‘Really, you envy the little thing I got with my girl or…’

    ‘No, I’m jealous that she got the chance to be with you before I could put a little somethin’ on your mind…’

    Upon hearing that, I turned the ignition off. I heard the chief’s voice coming from the CB but paid it no attention.

    ‘What did you…’

    ‘Did he just say that he was upset that he did not get a chance with me?’

    ‘Yeah Taylor, I said I am envious of your girl for getting you first. What did you think I meant when I spoke of keeping my options open?’ Nigel leaned in closer, flashing a wicked smile.

    ‘Erm, I thought you were talking about playing the field…’

    ‘Oh yeah, I was indeed, just not narrowing it down to just the birds. I mean, at times, even I like a little gal to keep me interested but clearly, I prefer the feelings of a man…’

    Listening to Nigel reminded me a lot of Nicholas, God rest his soul. He used to say the same, how men were what he fancied so much more over the birds. I recall when he first told me that I tried to convince him otherwise, telling him it was just a phase.

    However, over time, I had gotten used to the idea of him being a bender, even accompanying him to a lot of gay clubs while I was still in Britain. Before he passed, he came to visit me in New York. Of course, when I took him to the places here, he fit right in.

    That last night before he left, he admitted to me that he loved me. That he wished I were gay too, just so he would not be alone. When we got back to my place, we shared a few drinks before waking up on the couch lying within each other’s arms that following morning. At first, we were a little jarred by the scene but, once we chatted about it, everything ended up okay. I made it clear to him that I was not gay but I would support him through everything that I could. After some moments, we embraced, planting an indelible thought in my mind. I enjoyed the kiss; maybe I am a bit campy.

    ‘I see, well, um…I…’

    ‘Have you ever thought about what it is like, Michael?’ The voice of the chief sounded again, but at this time, it was not important.

    ‘Uh, I have, well, I used to have a friend that was gay and well, we shared somethin’…’

    ‘Really? What was it?’ Again, he came a little closer, putting his hand on the dash.

    ‘Uh, well it was a kiss…’

    ‘Is that so, one like this,’ he said before angling towards me, enveloping my mouth with his.

    The feel of his lips a top mine woke my dick up immediately. My slacks had become snug, tight.

    ‘Mmmhhh…’ I breathed as his hands cupped my face, keeping me in that position to receive his embrace.

    Our tongues, intertwined, making this smooch even hotter. Slowly, I eased my fingers into his hair, combing the strands whilst devouring his mouth.

    ‘Oh…Michael, mmhhh…’ he whispered as we connected once more, decreasing the space between us.

    Seemingly, for the umpteenth time, I heard Flanagan’s voice from the radio. I shifted my hand from Nigel’s head to the steering wheel, gripping it tightly before smacking it hard.

    When we ceased, I snatched the receiver up, towards my mouth. I took a deep breath, trying to catch it after locking lips with my partner, the commander in training.

    ‘Yes, sorry chief, we were having a conversation…you were sayin’?’

    The voice came through loud and clear, ‘Taylor, we need you and Mathewson to go check out a robbery on Fourteenth and Elm, what is your twenty…’

    Fourteenth and Elm was less than ten minutes away. ‘We are in the area sir, we’ll go have a look…’ I said while Nigel placed his hand atop mine.

    ‘Good, and the next time I call you on the radio, answer damnit. I know you guys are from the same country but now is the time to work, you can have conversation when you get off the streets. Be careful, over?’

    ‘Ten-four, sir…’ I said before slamming the thing down into its holder. ‘God’s he can be such a prick sometimes…’

    Nigel, took the back of my hand, placing a light kiss on my knuckle. ‘He’s only doing what a chief should be.’ At the close of his sentence, he took a strand of my straight hair, curling it around his finger. ‘I did not want to stop either, maybe later we can continue?’

    ‘How did he know I did not want to stop?’

    ‘Erm, yeah, I, listen we need to get goin’; hold that thought…’ I said, starting the engine, bolting out of the lot.

    Nigel released my hand before turning on the siren. While my eyes were on the road, his were fixed on me.

    As I drove, I thought about Nigel’s admission, my friend Nicholas, the kiss that Nigel and I just shared. Obviously, that moment long ago, that Nicholas and I had, left me wanting more.

    What else would stop me from decking my new partner besides the fact he might be my boss someday? The initial kiss put an indelible mark on my mind, I could not resist feeling it once more. Moreover, now I knew why I cared so much about what Nigel thought and why he was on my brain the day before.

    Nigel was a fine looking bloke and I could not deny the attraction, despite my new commitment, my body and conscious was interested in keeping the options open.


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  • It’s Only Acting

    ‘Shit on me, what the…’ I said as I looked at the lines to my next part.

    ‘I am supposed to kiss another man, no I’m sorry make that two men…at the same time…’

    The new script for my next film was completely different from anything I had ever done. Moreover, because my last project ran over the estimated time of completion, I had only just picked up the scenes from my agent this morning on my way into the studio.

    ‘Hi, my name is Antonio Bedford, nice to meet you, mate.’ A voice from behind me, came out of nowhere, startling me.

    I turned around, only to look into the face of a very handsome young man with reddish brown hair, brown eyes, and a striking body.

    ‘Erm, hi, Christian Fahley, nice to meet you as well, chum…’ I said to the shorter man.

    ‘Might you be my co-star for this flick?’ Antonio took the vacant seat next to me, not distracted by my gaze.

    ‘I am, and seemingly, the script says we are to be…’

    ‘Locking lips, do you have a problem with that?’

    ‘No, not at all…’

    ‘Nope, I have kissed plenty of blokes before in my short time on the small screen.’

    ‘Good, I hate working with men who act like they can’t play a gay part without being squeamish…’

    ‘Well, why would I be, I mean, it’s only…acting…’ I said, grabbing my bottle of water.

    Antonio gave me a wry smile, ‘Yes…it is…if you wish to look at it that way.’

    Listening to his statement, I chuckled, ‘Isn’t that how you look at it…or…’

    ‘Ah sure, however, I don’t have an issue with kissing men since I do it on and off screen…’

    ‘Ahem,’ I choked on my last gulp, wondering why he would admit being a nancy so quickly.

    Antonio slapped me on my back, ‘Erm, you alright…’

    ‘Ahem, erm, yeah I, I am, I was just a little taken aback by the fact that you were so quick to say…’

    ‘Yes, confess to being a bender. I thought it to be important since you don’t seem to be one.’

    ‘And how do you know that I’m not?’ Our brown eyes met, neither of us blinking.

    Antonio leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow. ‘Well are you?’

    ‘Whatever excites me at that present time I go for it. I’m a rather sexual person…’

    Antonio chuckled, ‘Fair enough and…well…I thought I might let you know about my status so there will be no issues, if…I… continue after the director says cut.’ Antonio’s smile was huge; the pearly whites were gleaming.

    Again, I laughed, ‘Oh is that how it goes. Do you treat all your costars that way? Keep kissing them after the scene is supposed to stop…’

    ‘Well, that depends if they are outstanding kissers or not. Maybe, you can let me know what I am up against in our scene…’

    ‘You mean, like a sample or a test run…’

    ‘Exactly…’

    Once more, I giggled.

    ‘I like him…has a personality like my own.’

    We actors have always had huge egos. Moreover, adult film performers were no exception; in fact, we had even bigger ones. Being on camera, showing all your body parts for the consumer to see was work that had to be fully enjoyed; no shyness or modesty allowed.

    Unlike in the United States, where I had done work before, here at home, the adult film industry was not as taboo. Particularly because, we are not as uptight here in Britain about nudity. In addition, playing a bender in a movie was not a huge deal.

    This new movie, Tight was new territory for me. Although I had done other movies where I would kiss another man on the cheek or even the mouth to turn the lead female on, this one had an all-male cast, which of course meant it was a gay movie. Not to mention, a full-blown sex scene.

    ‘Erm, Christian, so are you willing to give me what I asked…’ Antonio said after putting a pen in between his teeth.

    ‘Shit, he is…delicious…’

    For most of my life, I had considered myself openly sexual, meaning I did not mind either. Being labeled was so confining and since I hated being pigeon holed, I never called myself gay, straight, or bisexual. All I knew is if an individual were attractive enough to me to fuck, then I would take advantage of the opportunity.

    ‘Why not Antonio, however, let’s do it in character shall we?’

    Antonio smiled after removing the writing utensil from his mouth. ‘Sure, I’m ready whenever you are…’

    ‘Brill, let’s do the line on page six…’ I said whilst flipping through the pages.

    ‘Alright…ahem…,’ he cleared his throat. ‘Brett, the time has come for me to depart, but before I do, fancy a kiss before I say goodbye…’

    ‘Don’t mind if I do…’ I said with a smirk.

    Slowly, I leaned in, making my lips available for him to connect. As soon as our mouths met, I felt his tongue forcing entry inside, making my cock stand at attention.

    ‘God’s…’

    The feel of his lips on top of mine was exhilarating. ‘Shhiii…fuu…’ I moaned, while we swapped spit.

    ‘Mmmhhh…damn, I think you passed the test…’ Antonio breathed fondling my long, brown locks.

    ‘Humph, I guess I did, your tongue got a little excited there…’

    ‘Well, it couldn’t help itself. It felt too good to stop…’ Antonio combed my strands before tracing my face with his fingers.

    Gazing into each other’s eyes, I felt the attraction between us to be uncontrollable. Even though we had just met, I knew that this movie would be a fun experience. Moreover, I had always been one to know right away if someone I desired was fuckable; Antonio definitely fit the bill.

    ‘You know Christian; there are quite a few scenes where Brett and Timothy are more than a little close…’

    ‘So there are. Not to mention a third man whose name is…’

    ‘Charlie,’ a man’s voice called out from nowhere.

    Antonio and I turned to our left to meet the gaze of a fine looking blue-eyed creature.

    ‘Who is this?’

    ‘Might the two of you be my fellow drama queens, Antonio and Christian…?’

    ‘Well yes, I’m Antonio,’ he said extending his hand.

    ‘And you must be Christian then, yeah?’ The very tall fellow said to me.

    ‘I would reckon I am, what’s your real name, Charlie…’

    ‘Charlie is my name, as is the character. Just how appropo can that be?’

    Both of us laughed.

    ‘True, how long have you been in the business Charlie?’ Antonio asked pulling a chair next to him for Charlie to sit in.

    ‘For only a couple of years, got my start doing commercials for Persil detergent as a baby. Then I went on to mainstream acting straight out of University. I also did a bit of singing back in the day but the band never made it…’

    ‘I see, show business is a bit more, steady than the music one at the moment anyway…’ Antonio said seriously.

    ‘Yeah, sure it is. At least my pretty face can always be in a magazine or on an advertisement. Musically, if you got no hit record, you drop off the face of the earth…’

    ‘True, Charlie. So, the script says you are to be kissing both of us, does that make you a nervous man, Charlie?’ Antonio said with a sly grin.

    ‘Not at all, I’ve done a lot more than just kissing fellows. Not to mention, done more than two…’ he chuckled.

    Again, I cleared my throat. ‘Just how many and…’

    ‘The most, about six and we did a lot more than just swabbing tonsils…’

    ‘Well, sounds like you are a pro…’ Antonio shifted more in his seat to face our cohort directly.

    ‘I am, just because I’m a newbie doesn’t mean I haven’t done much. What about the two of you…’

    Antonio pulled his hands together. ‘Erm about four years actually, but I haven’t had that many at once. I’ve done a lot more mainstream bender work than pornography.’

    ‘Hmm, what about you gorgeous. I want to say, I have seen you in a couple of films…’

    I crossed my legs meeting Charlie’s blues. ‘Maybe you have. Been in Fire’s Started, Outlaw…’

    ‘Ah, Outlaw. I have seen that, I knew I noticed that pretty face and beautiful hair. Antonio, I have yet to check out your work but I think I will make a pit stop on the way home to pick up a couple of your movies. I like to study the guys I’m with.’

    Antonio giggled, ‘So do I, Charlie. I take it you have no problem with the last scene we are doing then…’

    ‘Not at all, mate. Should be a lot of fun to be one of the bookends on the pretty one, yeah…’

    Antonio chuckled, ‘I’m on the top and you’re on the bottom…’

    ‘What…’

    I looked at Charlie, then at Antonio. ‘Just what are you two referring to?’

    Giggling, both of them patted a body part: Charlie my shoulder after getting up from his seat while Antonio slapped my kneecap.

    ‘Why Christian, you don’t know what the last scene entails?’ Antonio met my gaze again.

    ‘Erm, I really haven’t gotten to the end. Only up to page thirty-two.’

    Charlie stood in front of me, drinking a bottle of soda. ‘Wow…Antonio, I think we should enlighten him…’

    ‘About…’

    Antonio took my hand before beginning to speak, ‘Erm, chum, the ending scene has all three of us, Brett, Timothy, and Charlie in bed together, having sex…’

    ‘Really, we are taking turns or…’

    ‘You could say that, at least Charlie and I, ar. We swap being the bookends…’

    ‘Oh boy…’

    Stunned, I quickly thumbed to the last scene, which said all three characters ending the movie in bed.

    *Both Charlie and Timothy penetrate…Brett.*

    ‘Wow…’

    ‘Have you ever had the pleasure of such a happening, Christian?’ Charlie said placing his hands on the armrests of my chair, leaning in.

    ‘Um, no…I…I haven’t. This would be a first time.’

    That moment I became a little uneasy. It was true, I had done quite a bit in my acting career but never had two men fucked me at once. Still, the amount was lucrative; I had no intention of quitting.

    ‘Well, it’s quite an experience, chum. Surely it’s one you will need to be ready for too, maybe we can get you prepared for the huge event, hmmm?’ Antonio traced my face once more.

    ‘Maybe or not. I mean, if we try it before hand it might ruin the spontaneity of it, right? We want it to look and feel as real and enjoyable as possible.’

    Charlie twirled my long locks around his fingers. ‘You’re right, mate. I tell ya, I have been on the receiving end of that and there is nothing like it…’

    Antonio pouted a bit before joining Charlie with the fondling of my hair. ‘Very well, I guess it will wait till the day of, then. Obviously, because of the length of the script it won’t be too long before the event arrives…’

    Due to the slight disdain on Antonio’s face, I felt the need to appease him.

    I chuckled, ‘True, but, it doesn’t stop us from testing out other things, does it?’

    Charlie shook his head, ‘Not at all, lovely. Such as the scene on page twenty-one, where Brett, Timothy, and Charlie share in a hot smooch. We could certainly practice that.’

    Antonio and I giggled at Charlie’s suggestion; mostly because we liked it, I suppose.

    Antonio stood up, positioning himself right next to Charlie. They faced each other with Charlie pulling Antonio into him rather roughly. .

    Before Antonio could say a word, Charlie planted his lips on top of Antonio’s catching him off guard.

    ‘Ah, I am going to enjoy this job…’

    While the two of them were still embracing, Charlie removed his hand from Antonio’s waist and motioned for me to get up.

    The moment I did, that hand yanked me into the fray, only I had not joined lips with either yet.

    ‘Mmmhhh…Charlie…’ Antonio groaned before burying his head into Charlie’s neck.

    ‘Shiii…mmmhhh…,’ Charlie moaned as he took my mouth inside of his, wrestling with my tongue.

    ‘God’s…’

    Antonio joined us causing quite a disruption underneath my denims. The space between the material and my cock was getting smaller by the second.

    ‘Fuck…’ I whispered as both of my co-stars hands cupped my thighs, gripping them through my jeans.

    ‘Mmmhhh, guys, erm, the scene only called for a couple of minutes then there is a speaking part, yeah?’ We were all lost in the moment, this scene would be hard to finish.

    Antonio stopped kissing us to speak. ‘Christian, not sure the voice portion is needed at this time, yeah?’

    ‘Mmm…not even,’ Charlie growled, moving his hand from my ass to the waistband of my trousers. Immediately, I felt his fingers touch my flesh, pinching the skin.

    ‘Shhiii…’ I hissed again as my mind started to wander, playing out scenarios of the three of us on camera or off. Did not matter at this point, I wanted both, in with me as soon as possible.

    As we continued, someone yelled from a distance, ‘Hey, cut. Really good to see you all are getting acquainted.’

    A short man who I had guessed was the director was walking up to us, clapping.

    ‘Yeah, getting to know one another is right, I am ready to for that two on one to commence…’

    ~*****~

    After our initial meeting, the three of us went out, chatting one another up, having drinks at the local pubs after work.

    Though we were men who liked men, we all were straight-acting gents, not calling attention to ourselves by acting campy in public. Once we got alone though, mostly at Charlie’s apartment since it was close to all the bars, we practiced those lip-locking scenes, each time, leaving one another hot and bothered for the big occurrence.

    One of those evenings, we went out to a local gay friendly club in London called, Hooligan’s. The climate in there was so easy going, that some of the patrons knew one another.

    When we arrived, we took a booth towards the back. Antonio sat across from Charley and I, which was fine with me since I felt more of an attraction to Charlie. Although I met Antonio first, Charlie and I got to know each other a little more during conversations on the phone as well as after scenes on the set. Unlike Antonio, who seemed to be more self-centered and shallow, Charlie was more reflective. Yes, he had an ego but he was not brash; he really knew what he wanted to do in this industry and beyond. Seemingly, he was so charming and intelligent; if I desired a steady man in my life, he would be the one I would pick.

    ‘So gents, has the business been a good time or what,’ Antonio said taking his first draft from the waitress.

    ‘It has,’ Charlie answered, ‘the best damn job I’ve ever had and since I have not had many, it’s even better.’

    ‘I’m not sure what I would do if it weren’t for the acting business, however, I do know that I would not be as happy as I am now.’ I chugged the contents of my glass.

    Antonio stared at me with longing eyes, ‘Hmm, a little thirsty, Christian?’

    Amused, ‘Yes I am, not only that, I love a drink with a frosty head,’ I winked.

    Charlie chuckled, ‘You seem to gulp that down pretty easy; you must have a nice size throat.’

    ‘The skills gentlemen, it all comes after a few years of practice.’

    ‘Hmph, deep throat, huh?’

    Again, I batted an eye towards the object of my lust because even though he was shallow, it did not mean I would kick him out of my bed.

    ‘Yep, maybe someday I can show you just how good I am.’

    Once I finished my statement, we all laughed.

    This was normal protocol for actors when doing a movie. Hang out with one another so all could be comfortable; so much so that we made a pact to be in touch after the shooting was over.

    Finally, the aforementioned event had arrived. The scene was not too hard, all three of us would be enjoying a drink after a big deal and since Tight was a movie about a gay mafia, the upcoming finale would be appropriate.

    All of our outfits were uniquely different. While I was dressed in suit, Antonio donned a short black jacket with gray pants and a tie; Charlie was dressed like a rock star with the tightest pair of black leathers I had ever seen. Strange that a mafia man would be wearing such a get up but it is a bender flick after all and Charlie’s character was switching allegiances so, it worked….

    Before we were to take part in the event, the director asked us to take a couple of shots for promotions. Seemingly, because his studio, BritBoy, was one of the classiest in the industry, he refused to have covers with nude men on either side. To him, it meant more to have a sleeve that left more to the consumer’s imagination; pretty boys clothed, the person wonders what is underneath.

    For most of the photos, we stood relatively apart, meaning there was no embracing on camera. However, we posed where we were a lot closer for a few of them.

    Once the pictures were done, we stood in place getting ready for the scene. All of us had our lines down packed, truthfully there were not that many. The scene was to begin with Timothy (Antonio) and me, in a deep embrace with Charlie walking in on us after his gang had been eliminated.

    After a few moments, we started with Antonio combing my strands while engulfing my mouth. Promptly, I grabbed his buttocks since I had my eyes on them the whole time before the shoot. Antonio’s response was his tongue, going down my throat, swabbing my tonsils.

    ‘Gods…’ I cooed. That was not in the script but the director did not mind, he wanted it to be as natural as possible.

    ‘I cannot wait any longer…’

    While we continued, Charlie walks in, slapping my ass before pulling me into his crotch. His teeth gripping onto my biceps, making me wince and my dick stand at attention.

    ‘So I guess this duel is ova, yeah?’ Timothy (Antonio) said, planting kisses on my neck.

    ‘I would say it is, gentlemen. Seemingly, all is well that ends like this…’ Charlie said with his arms binding my waist.

    Antonio put his around me as well as on top of Charlie’s arms. I leaned back into Charlie’s chest, with my head touching his shoulder. Antonio planted light nips along my throat. I reached out for him, running my fingers through his scalp.

    ‘Charlie, I think it’s time for your initiation, mate; we need to let you know that you are now part of the family.’ Antonio said ceasing the nibbling to speak.

    ‘I feel as though I already am…,’ said Charlie who inched into me again, grinding his crotch against my ass.

    ‘Damn…’

    Within seconds, our lips were intertwined again in a three-way kiss. The feel of both tongues invading my mouth caused a spurt of pre-passion juices and my nipples to harden.

    In all the sexual experiences, I had, I have never been so ready to fuck in my life. Right then, I wanted Antonio and Charlie to split me in two; their indulgence of me would be for all our pleasure.

    After a few moments, the director yelled cut and we were still within each other’s arms and embraces. He screamed cut again while chuckling and we turned, giving him a collective glare.

    ‘Damn it, I am so ready for this now…are you ready, Christian?’ Antonio said, fondling my nubs through my shirt.

    ‘Yes, I…I can’t focus right now…you two might need to carry me through this scene…’ I was only being truthful; my mind was on one thing only.

    Charlie lifted my chin, pecking me on the lips once more, ‘That’s fine, we are the ones that will be pinning you in a bit, anyway, right?’

    ‘Yeah…’ I breathed, bringing him closer, desiring his mouth a top mine again.

    ‘Gentlemen, can we move to the boudoir spot on the set, thanks,’ the director ordered.

    Without much hesitation, we did as we were asked; however, I had an idea I wanted to run past my costars and the man behind the camera. To make this even more interesting, I desired for us to be filmed undressing, prolonging the act rather than starting the scene unclothed.

    While Charlie and Antonio sat on the bed, I went to the director, letting him know what I wanted. Not surprisingly, he loved the idea saying it would add more tension to the film….

    When I told my two costars, they were pretty excited.

    ‘I think that’s a great suggestion, especially since Charlie is wearing the pants that look as if he were poured into them…’ Antonio chided, fondling my long locks again.

    I was lying between the two of them, Charlie on my left, Antonio on my right. One of my hands was on each man, playing with whatever body part was the most comfortable for me to touch.

    Charlie giggled, ‘Yeah seems as though I was just placed into them in a way, but believe it or not, they are quite stretchy.’

    At the close of his comment, I looked at his bulge beyond the zipper. Seemingly, in the trousers, it resembled a monster wanting to get out. Obviously, Charlie went through a lot to tame the snake within its harness.

    Only minutes later, the director cried action again. Knowing the fun that was about to begin, I tried to collect myself for the scene. Charlie and Antonio were hyped too; I could tell by the way that they kissed while I lay on the mattress.

    The sounds of their heavy breathing and lips smacking was all that was heard as I caressed their crotches. The sight of seeing them making out was a turn-on in itself; I could climax just from watching them.

    Once they ceased, they both looked down at me, tracing the lines on my chest and trousers. Antonio was the first to lean down, engulfing my lips while undoing the button and zipper on my pants. Charlie reached in to assist, plunging his fingers into the hole, bringing my cock out of hiding.

    ‘Uuuhhh…ahhh…’ I breathed, as he grasped my shaft with his hand, jerking it lightly.

    Antonio took the liberty to slide my trousers down after removing my shoes from my feet. When done, he met my gaze once more, unbuttoning my shirt. Our tongues intertwined again with Charlie joining the party after a few seconds.

    With our mouths still together, I leaned upwards for Charlie to take off my jacket whilst Antonio finished relieving me of my shirt and tie. Back on the sheets I fell, enjoying the massages I was receiving with my two men of the moment.

    Again, we stopped, and Antonio got up before kneeling at the edge of the bed, facing the opening between my legs. Curious as to what he was doing, I sat up again with Charlie kneading my pectorals while planting light nips across my neck.

    Within seconds, Antonio wrapped the tie around my balls and cock, tugging on it gently. Not too long after, his mouth fully enveloped the bulbous head, making me jerk a little.

    ‘God’s ugh…’ I groaned as his lips sucked the tip.

    Delighting in it, I drew him closer with one of my hands on the back of his neck while the other assisted Charlie with his own jacket and shirt. When I had it off, my fingers worked their way down to the tight leathers, fumbling with his zipper. Charlie unbuckled the belt around his waist, before pulling it out the loops.

    ‘Shiiii…’ Charlie moaned, as we both pulled his pants down, while he took off his loafers.

    The minute we finished, my lips took his in, thrashing with his tongue. His fingers pinched the nubs on my chest making them harden once more under his touch.

    ‘Oohhh…’ I whispered as he made a trail with his lips down my neck onto my chest. Again, I lay back, still enjoying the feel of both men devouring my body.

    Lost in ecstasy, I let my arms drop on either side of my head. The cameras up above were focusing in on my face, I made sure the people working them would see the pleasure I was enjoying.

    A few minutes passed and I felt Charlie joining Antonio on my cock. The tie was still around my erection as they went on licking and sucking every part of it.

    ‘Fu…shhh…’ I could not formulate words now, since Antonio lifted my legs on his shoulders to get at that tight, puckered muscle between my thighs.

    Slightly, I lifted, seeing Charlie take the reins on my dick while Antonio penetrated me with his tongue. Slowly, he coupled it with one finger, pressing it inside.

    Charlie removed the necktie from my shaft before putting it back around my throat to yank me into a lip lock. Our tongues wrestled as he held on to the accessory.

    After some minutes, Antonio came up from position meeting us for another hot embrace. Now, only he was dressed and both of us, pulled him onto the bed, undressing him piece by piece. As I got up from the mattress, he lay back, enjoying our hands moving along his torso.

    Quickly, I glanced at the director and crew who were silently smiling, enjoying the show we were putting on. I exchanged winks with the director before kneeling over Antonio.

    By this point, we had removed his blazer along with his shoes and trousers. With my tie still around my neck, I pulled his apart while Charlie unbuttoned his shirt. I used his to pull him up to me, plunging my tongue between his lips. Deeply we kissed while Charlie nibbled on his neck.

    ‘God, oohhh…shhh…’ Antonio breathed whilst holding my tie as we connected.

    When we stopped, I tapped Charlie, motioning to him to meet us face to face. ‘Let’s do this now, yeah?’ Again, a line not in the script but appropriate for the situation.

    In fact, there was no more script, this was the love scene; it was all adlibbing until the end.

    Both men agreed with my statement as Charlie crawled to the headboard opening his legs. Immediately, I grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing the cold liquid on my fingers. I passed it to Antonio to prepare himself while I prepped Charlie.

    While I sheathed Charlie’s cock with the condom, I felt Antonio pushing one wet digit inside my tight hole.

    ‘Mmmhhh…I bit my lip, as he wiggled it around my space. The sensation of it caused an instant erection.

    Charlie reached for me, grasping on to my shoulders to bring me closer to him. I obliged, pulling myself away from Antonio’s willing index to impale myself onto Charlie’s hardened flesh. Slowly, I slid myself down on top, before leaning in to give Antonio a comfortable spot to come behind.

    ‘Ooohhh fuck,’ Charlie groaned as his cock was fully encased by my canal. His hands gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart to give Antonio the welcome.

    As I moved forward some more, Antonio, took cue, easing his way inside. The thickness of both of them caused a loss of breath. I knelt still, while both men moved inside me methodically. After only a few tries we were coordinated; a rhythm that could not be disturbed.

    ‘God, ahhhh…’ Antonio yelled as I felt his lips on the nape of my neck. His hands, grasping onto my shoulders for balance.

    Once Charlie’s blues met my browns, he moved upwards to kiss me. Afterwards, he took the tie off my neck.

    ‘Give me your hands, luv…,’ he whispered. Promptly, I did just as he commanded and before I could object, he tied my wrists together, placing them around his neck.

    ‘Fu….ugghhh…’ Again, my brain was scattered. It was the hottest thing to be bound while fucking; not sure how he knew I enjoyed that.

    ‘Shit…uhhh…’ Antonio groaned while leaning on my back. ‘God’s this feels amazing, yeah?’

    ‘Mmhmm…’ I gasped not able to formulate sentences or words. The stimulation from two cocks inside me was exceptional, making me wonder why I had not yet tried it.

    ‘It is…damn, Christian, ugh…’ Charlie angled up slightly, licking my lips. Within seconds, I bit his tongue before entangling it with my own.

    At this point, my groin became more uncomfortable; the need to empty it was right around the corner. Hoping that my two companions felt the same, I clenched my muscles, together, tightly.

    That moment, Antonio pushed into me with a little more force letting me know he was ready to explode. ‘Oohhh…ahhh…’ he groaned loudly, pulling out immediately. Only a minute later, I felt the warm liquid pelt my flesh. Afterwards, I looked over my shoulder to catch his lips in a kiss.

    ‘Shiitt…’ I breathed, still delighting in the penetration of Charlie who now was going in full throttle.

    Antonio moved from behind to lie next to Charlie. He turned towards him, fingering Charlie’s nipples between his thumb and index. Not too long after, Antonio took his own tie running it against Charlie’s skin whilst engulfing his mouth within his own.

    ‘Shit, what a hot shot.’

    In awe, I watched my two costars enjoy one another. Still bound, I joined them in the kiss. While we embraced, I sensed Charlie’s explosion on the horizon as well as mine.

    ‘Fuck!’ Charlie screamed as he removed himself from the fray, sliding out of me. After only a minute, he snapped the latex off jerking his cock with Antonio’s assistance.

    The ooze from the mushroom head looked delicious, if I weren’t tied; I would move down to sample it. Seemingly, Antonio knew this and used his fingers as a spoon, taking a bit for himself as well as me, placing his index on my lips.

    ‘Mmmhhh…it’s your turn beautiful,’ said Antonio before giving Charlie a taste of his own wine.

    I nodded as Charlie stopped his embrace with Antonio to remove my arms from his neck. With one sharp move, I rolled off Charlie onto the mattress. Antonio shifted a bit giving me space while Charlie positioned himself between my legs.

    Antonio took his tie off giving it to Charlie, who wrapped my dick as Antonio did earlier. The silk fabric around my hardened muscle coupled with Charlie’s mouth sucking the head, sent me over the edge. Instantly, the juice shot out of my cock into Charlie’s waiting mouth.

    ‘Fuck…UGH!’ I yelled, as it continued to flow with Antonio invoking more by stroking my shaft. Seemingly, Charlie did not waste a drop, gulping it all down without me feeling any on my skin.

    As the aftershocks were wearing off, my tied hands danced within the blond locks of Charlie, who moved upwards to join us once more. Again, we all locked lips, in yet another hot exchange and even though I was spent, I could feel a slight twitch.

    Just as we were delighting in one another, the director yelled cut.

    ‘My God that was hot! I have never seen anything that scorching in my life…’ he exclaimed from the background.

    Not too long after, I heard the crew applauding while sounding off with cheers.

    Still, the three of us had not moved, enjoying the event. It was as Antonio stated on the first day we met about continuing once the scene is done. We were still caught in the moment, not wanting it to end.

    When I said it was only acting, I couldn’t have been more incorrect. The lust between us showed it to be more than that.


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  • Hot On His Trail

    It was dark when the phone woke me. George Benson was on the radio, and I’d been dreaming about my ex-lover, Daniel. Not my favorite thing. In the dream, I was yelling at him about something. I couldn’t remember what. He had a pirate’s patch over one eye and didn’t bother to yell back. I cursed my subconscious and padded out into the living room, picked up the phone, and grunted into the heavy, black receiver.

    ‘Nick? It’s Eugene. You asked me to call if I saw that particular person. Well, he’s here at Big Nell’s.’

    Big Nell’s is a tiny storefront bar a few blocks from my apartment. They manage to pull in a crowd on Sunday afternoons with a combination of cheap drink specials and Al Parker movies playing on portable TVs dangled from every corner of the bar.

    I got there a half hour later, freshly showered and smelling of Polo. Eugene sat at the bar with a couple of very young, very blond men. Twinkies. It took me a minute to be sure, but neither of them was Brian Peerson. I took a stool at the opposite end of the bar and ordered a Miller.

    I scanned the bar until I found him. Brian Peerson stood in a huddle with three boys roughly around his age. He wore a dark pair of Calvin Klein jeans, a tight sweater, and a pair of Frey boots with a high enough heel to throw off his posture in a way that flattered his ass. He’d let his hair grow out a little, and the curls were coming back. It was blonder than it had been in his high school photo. He was going for a sun-kissed look, but that didn’t happen in Chicago. Not in winter. In winter it looked dyed. He was an attractive kid, but already he was working too hard at it.

    His friends seemed to like him, or at least they laughed at his jokes. I wondered a moment what kind of person he was. Then I told myself not to be stupid. All I had to do was wait until he left the bar, follow him home, and get his address. While I waited, I sipped a beer and considered ways to pad my bill so I wouldn’t have to send back the part of my retainer I’d just spent on a pumped-up cassette player.

    Around eight, Brian grabbed a giant, blue down coat that made him look like the Michelin man when he put it on. I was sure he hadn’t noticed me keeping an eye on him. He’d kept his back to me most of the time. Besides, I’d spent the last twenty minutes trying to shake off a drunk guy in his early thirties who was hitting on me pretty hard.

    ‘You sure you don’t want to see my place? It’s a loft. You know, like they have in New York. It’s just fucking great.’ Brian had just walked out the door. I got off the stool to follow, and the drunk guy grabbed me.

    ‘Listen, listen to me, I’ll give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.’

    ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘That’s what I’m afraid of.’

    Before he could think about it, I pulled his hands off me and zipped out the door. Brian was half a block away, heading toward the Addison El stop. Fortunately, the snow had stopped. Everything was covered in a good eight to ten inches, giving the world a muffled quality, like the whole city was suddenly wrapped in gauze. Brian was a good five inches shorter than I am, with shorter legs; I had to be careful not to gain on him.

    As we waited on the platform for the train, I hung back out of his line of sight. He smoked a cigarette and cruised a guy on the opposite platform. When the train arrived, I considered getting in the next car in case he recognized me from the bar, but I was afraid I’d lose him. When the doors opened, we both got in; he went one way, I went the other.

    We headed north, zipping by Sheridan, Wilson, Lawrence; I began to wonder how far north we’d be going. Finally, he got off at Bryn Mawr. I had to wait until he was well off the train and barely got off without the doors slamming shut on me. Brian wasn’t on the platform. Obviously he’d already made it down the stairs.

    The area was called Edgewater. It had been nice forty years ago, but now it was seedy and cheap. As evidenced by the train station, which desperately needed renovation. I headed down the stairs. No sign of Brian. He must already be on the street. I picked up my pace to make sure I caught sight of him before he went and turned some corner.

    When I spun through the turnstile that put me out onto Bryn Mawr, I was surprised to find Brian standing there, smoking another cigarette. I averted my eyes quickly and turned as though I had a particular destination in mind. My stomach sank when I heard his steps crunching in the snow behind me. He’d figured out I was following him, and now he was returning the favor. I was struggling to figure a way to save the situation when I heard him say, ‘I know why you’ve been following me.’

    I stopped. ‘Right now you seem to be following me.’ My mind raced. Had he figured the whole thing out? Did he know Walt was trying to find him? If he knew Walt was looking for him–

    ‘You were at the bar,’ he said. Then he looked me up and down. It was a look that should have melted the snow around us in a five-foot radius. I smiled. Obviously, he figured I thought he was cute and that’s why I was following him home. I decided not to correct him.

    He stepped passed me, and I quickly fell into step with him. ‘Have you lived in this neighborhood long?’ I asked.

    ‘Less than a year.’

    ‘You like it?’

    ‘Not really. There’s a lot of weirdos on the street.’ He laughed after he said it. Just to let me know he meant me. ‘Do you have a name?’ he asked.

    ‘Nick Nowak.’

    ‘I’m Brian Peerson.’

    I nodded like it was the first time I’d heard the name. We walked a few blocks without saying much, then we turned south on Kenmore. Halfway down the block we stopped in front of a building done up in a Tudor style, like it could have been sitting someplace in Merry Olde England. It was three stories tall, the kind of building that was all studio apartments. I noted the address: 5518.

    Brian pushed the security door open. It was broken and no longer required a key. We walked half the length of the building to a small, rickety elevator. After we squeezed in, he pulled the gate shut, and, with a jolt, we began to rise. He seemed nervous. Or maybe I was just projecting. I was nervous, that’s for sure. I shouldn’t be doing what I was about to do. It violated all sorts of ethical codes, I was sure.

    As soon as we got to his apartment door, I’d know his exact address. I should make some excuse and just leave. After all, my client made it seem like he was this kid’s boyfriend, and it might even be true. Either way, I knew he wouldn’t be too happy about me fucking Brian. Of course, Brian had made it pretty clear he’d be real happy about me fucking him. So it would be hard not to.

    When we got into his apartment, number 321, we began to peel off our outer gear. The place was small, about the size of my living room, but cute. Maybe too cute. The walls in the living room were baby blue, and the kitchen was lemon yellow. I couldn’t see the bathroom, but I was betting it was pink. There was a mattress and box spring on the floor, a love seat, a desk. One side of the place was all closet doors. Doors that had once flipped open and dropped a Murphy bed.

    He had a lot of stuff crammed in there: books, records, prints on the wall. He’d hit the boutiques in New Town pretty hard. All the stuff and the colors he’d picked to paint the place up told me he’d made a home for himself here. Which didn’t quite fit with his being on the run from some old boyfriend.

    ‘So, have you got a boyfriend?’ I asked. Given the situation, it seemed like a reasonable question.

    He looked around the apartment and said, ‘Where would I put him?’ It seemed more evasion than answer, and I wanted to give him a good slap.

    Standing on his toes, he kissed me. His lips were still cold from the ride home. He smelled like cigarette smoke and snow and Aramis. He kissed me so deeply I began to wonder how he’d breathe. Then he pulled back and said, ‘The minute you walked in the bar, I could tell you were there for me.’

    So much for my surveillance abilities.

    ‘I love guys like you,’ he said.

    ‘Really? Why’s that?’

    He smiled at me and licked his lips. At the same time, he was opening my belt. ‘Guys like you are easy to figure out.’

    I don’t like being easy to figure out.

    Brushing away his hands, I opened up his jeans and yanked them down around his knees. I pulled at his striped bikini briefs until his half-hard cock popped free. It was pink and hooded. Another time I might have enjoyed paying it some attention. Instead, I spun him around and pushed him up against the arch between the living room and the kitchen. I dipped my hand between his ass cheeks and rubbed his hole.

    His ass was covered in a light coating of blond hair. I spit on a finger and slipped it into him. Brian wiggled back onto my hand. Deep in his throat he made a rumbling sound, halfway between a whimper and a demand. We were a foot or so away from a little dinette table. A glass dish sat in the middle of the table holding a half stick of butter. I squeezed a chunk and warmed it up in my hands. Quickly, I spread the butter on my dick and all over his ass.

    ‘Ah… Jesus fuck,’ Brian said as I entered him. I braced myself against the wall and began pumping him. I left a buttery handprint on his wall, but I didn’t give it a thought. I wasn’t thinking about much besides his ass squeezing down on my dick, the shockwaves rippling through his fleshy buttocks, and the panting sighs escaping his lips.

    Wrapping both hands around his hips, I pounded into him hard and fast. With each pump I lifted him off the floor so that his cowboy boots tapped against the hardwood floor. I was punishing him, though I couldn’t have told you what for.

    ‘Oh my God, oh my God…’ Brian groaned.

    I picked up speed. A thin layer of sweat broke out over most of my body. With a yelp, I was coming deep inside of him. But still I continued to slam into him until every last drop was squeezed out of me.

    Breathing heavily, I stopped and stayed very still for a few moments. I pulled out of him and stepped back. At first, I wasn’t sure if he’d come or not. But then, when he stepped away from the wall, I saw that he’d sprayed jizz all over it. When he turned around, there was come all over the bottom of his sweater, as well.

    I noticed he was shaking. A good fuck will do that to you, I thought. But then he turned and looked at the mess we’d made of his wall, come and buttery handprints everywhere. He took it all in, his neck flushing red with anger.

    ‘I think you’d better leave.’


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  • Mister. Gee

    Hi everyone, this is my first time writing a story so please bare with me! 😀 and this story im gonna tell you just happened (31st/October/2010).Let me introduce myself first.

    My name is Han, im half british/half korean and ive lived in england since i was youngeryears old and since then ive been curious. Im not gay, but i just wanna try something new since all my closest girl friends always talks about handsome celebrities and fit teenagers around our area. I havent really done anything with a guy before..but this guy that i have known(lets call him Mister.Gee)for nearly 6years always gives me that ‘jolt’, he gives me goosebumps everytime i see him smile or laugh, hes probably got the cutest face ever and hes built like proper gymnast.BUT my friendship with him was ruined due to a rumour, so we dont really speak anymore or even say hi when we walk pass each other, which makes me really sad..In this story im gonna tell you what happened during halloween night, my frienship with him has been re-kindled..

    I have been invited to go to a house party at my friends house, you know those ‘drink till theres no tomorrow’ sessions happened. Everyone has their own agendas during that night. And then i saw my ‘old’ friend come inside the house, it made me nervous when i saw him, i wanted to say hi to him but i knew hes only gonna ignore me, i dont wanna look stupid infront of my other friends. So my other friend walked up to him and welcomed him to his house and gave him a bottle of vodka, soon he was drunk. Mister Gee was a very good looking person, i remember before in the school campus that every girl has hots on him, hes very popular too. Anyway back to the story..hes been drinking a lot and he was soon drunk, all the girls are over him and hes loving the attention hes getting. I myself was annoyed for some strange reasons..then i accidently looked down on his pants, he was sprouting a huge boner, you can see the bulge through his tight jeans. Damn i felt that ‘jolt’ and it made me giggle. Mister Gee then stood up to get some more drinks, he then walked passed me and i was shocked because he said hi and spoke to me.

    ‘Hi Han, how have you been?’ i told him that i was fine, then i ignored him after.

    ‘hey dont ignore me, i know we had a little quarell before,can we be friends again?’ i was shocked that he said that, but i was playing hard to convince lol, i told him..

    ‘look stop with the bullshit, i know youre drunk and your saying those words because of that, now go get your drink and continue to entertain your girl mates’ he then walked away and took a can of Carlsberg.

    I turned around and sat on the nearest dining chair, but just as i sat down Mister.Gee tapped me on the back and then grabbed my hands and took me inside his car. He was grabbing my hand really hard and it was hurting that i told him to get off. He said ‘Han, please can we talk?’ and then i told him ‘ok,but please be quick’

    He started the car and he told me that were gonna go for a ride. As we go around the town, we talked about the past and then we started laughing and joking around like what we did before. We went back to his place and he invited me in for a few cans…

    He was getting drunk again and i wasnt, and the atmosphere was very awkward..He told me that he was very sorry for ignoring me and he wants to make up for it. So what he did was he grabbed my hand and then hugged me really tight. I was shocked to what he did and his body was soo warm and tight. I couldnt help myself so i hugged him back. After that he stopped hugging me and held my face with his both hands and his face slowly got closer to mines and he started kissing me passionately..i didnt know how to react, i was frozen for about a minute, then i had the courage to kiss him back.

    Throughout the kissing, he started caressing my body, so i did the same to him. I felt his bulge under his tight jeans.

    ‘Hey, lets go on my bed and continue this there’ i told him yes and i followed him.

    We started kissing again and he told me to take his top off, it was the first time in nearly 2weeks that i have seen his athletic body, i nearly fainted because of its awesomeness. He ordered me to kiss his body, and i did. I kissed and licked his amazing 8packs. The jolt i was feeling inside me nearly caused me to faint! it was awesome. I then removed his pants and its my first time to see his dick, it was 7/half inch long. He was smiling when i looked up, he then pushed my head to his throbbing dick, so i sucked it hard like theres no tomorrow. He was starting to have pre-cums so he told me stop. He took my shirt and jeans off. He kissed me, but he didnt sucked me off, but i didnt mind. Im with the guy ive always wanted, so im not complaining! Anyway..He told me to bend, he then inserted his awesome dick to my asshole. It felt like my ass was tearing apart! BUT after that every thrusts he gave me felt amazing.

    He was groaning and making loud noises, i cana hear his big balls slapping on my butt cheeks, this made me even more hornier. His tempo went fast and i felt like i was in heaven. After 5mins of fast fucking me, he cummed inside me, the cum felt nice..which made me groan and then without realising, i came after.

    Now, hes in my arms while writing this story. He said ‘Im glad im friends with you Han’ (: I love him..and he knows it 🙂

    Thaank you for reading this story, i probably made some mistakes but please bare with it, thank you.

  • Double-Cross Express

    ‘I’m not quite sure what to say . . . um, Jamie, was it? We’ve never had a walk-in on this before. I think maybe you should be talking to – ‘

    ‘You are Sam Winterberry of the special unit, aren’t you?’

    ‘Yes, but I don’t know how you knew anything about such a unit or about me. Could you just sit here a minute and – ‘

    Sam Winterberry had never in his long years with the Agency, having been through many a hairy operation, been this nonplused. He was here in Paris, because a terrorist cell was here that was about ready to go on the move, and the Agency had to know where they were going. And one of the things they knew about a couple of the terrorists in the cell made them turn to Winterberry’s special operations unit, which was informally know as the candy store.

    Winterberry had just been putting his plan into motion in Paris Station, waiting for his operative to check in, when the Marine guards down at reception had told him there was a young gentleman there who had asked for him specifically. And he wasn’t even supposed to be here in Paris. The Station got a lot of walk-ins of people who wanted to talk to someone in American intelligence, most of whom were crackpots, to be sure. But they didn’t often ask for a senior agency official by name who shouldn’t even be there, but who was there.

    ‘I don’t think you caught my whole name,’ the young man said. ‘My full name is Jamil Jallud the third. I’m just called Jamie for short. Do you wish to see my passport again? I did use it to get in here in the first place.’

    Winterberry sank back down into his chair. ‘Son of – ?’

    ‘Yes, Congressman Jamil Jallud the second, of New Jersey. So, that’s how I know. I know all about your unit. And, yes, my father knows about me. And I’m ready. I’ve been studying international relations and law. This is the perfect fit for me. I’ve been in the army. A communications specialist. I want in.’

    Not just a congressman from New Jersey, Winterberry thought, but the second-ranking majority member of the House Committee on Intelligence. That explained so much. How this young man knew about the unit and perhaps even how he knew about where to locate the head of the unit at any specific time and location. Congressman Jallud was one of the House’s premier blabbermouths.

    Winterberry took another look at the young man. If he’d seen him on the street, he wouldn’t even have taken him as old enough. But he’d said he was a graduate student at Georgetown when he’d introduced himself. And Winterberry had to admit that the young man looked the part. He was well built and achingly handsome – Winterberry wouldn’t have tossed him out of bed himself – with a dark complexion and curly black hair, a sultry, pouty look and bedroom eyes. Lebanese. His family was Lebanese. There was so much one could do with a Lebanese-background agent these days. Still, the unit had never taken walk-ins. Winterberry didn’t like the idea of free agents; he wanted to have leverage on them. That’s why he liked to trap them and suborn them to the work – and to his will. And, often, into his bed. And he’d sure like to bed this one. Bet he had a sweet hole and that he’d moan well. Winterberry felt himself going hard.

    ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Jallud. We have never taken a volunteer.’

    ‘I’d be good at it; I know I would. Hey, Dad told me you fucked men. You wanna try me out? Take me for a test ride? I bottom like nobody’s business.’

    ‘Mr. Jallud!’ Winterberry’s sharp response was half because taking Jamie Jallud for a test ride was exactly what he had been thinking of at the moment. ‘I don’t . . . we don’t . . . this conversation is being recorded, you know!’

    ‘OK, then a test operation. Let me prove myself.’

    ‘What I think would be best, Mr. Jallud, is that you go back and finish at Georgetown and apply to the Agency via the normal – ‘

    Both of the men turned their faces to the door to the corridor as it opened and a woman stuck her head into the room. ‘Mr. Winterberry, sorry to interrupt, but you wanted me to tell you the instant Mr. Boltov arrived. And he’s in the chief’s office. I’m sorry – ‘

    ‘Quite all right, Erica,’ Winterberry stood, relieved that someone had intervened in this conversation. Winterberry didn’t enjoy being pressured; he always wanted to be in control, to dominate.

    ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Jallud. I have pressing – ‘

    ‘My father knows I’m here, Mr. Winterberry. I don’t think he’ll be the least pleased with how this interview has gone.’

    ‘Please, Mr. Jallud. I really do have to go. But if you’ll stay here, I’ll be back and we’ll take your information, and . . . well, just stay here a few moments, will you?’ Winterberry needed some time to think this out. This had never happened to him before.

    Winterberry left and went to the chief of station’s office. The COS was in the south, sunning himself on the Riviera, and as the senior Agency official in the Station at the moment, even if visiting, Winterberry had complete use of the Station facilities.

    A young, square-jawed Russian bodybuilder, who was the best of his agents that Winterberry could spring loose on the spur of the moment, was sitting, overpowering his seat, but poised like he could rise fast and strike hard, when Winterberry entered the office. Boltov was usually a power top and was employed when the subject needed to be dominated and manhandled, but he was versatile enough to roll with the punches of assignments. And he was a master of disguises, which could come in handy here, as the field of play would be really confined.

    ‘You know what we want?’ Winterberry asked as he sat down in the COS’s chair.

    ‘Yes, you want to know where the cell is moving to.’

    ‘Yes, that most of all, but there also should be a briefcase full of information they need to take with them – contacts and false documentation and such. It would tell us a lot about how these terrorist cells are being held together. This is a keystone cell. Our source says they’ll take some necessary information with them – in the form of paper.’

    ‘In paper? Are you sure? Not electronic files?’

    ‘Yes, paper,’ and at the thought of this, Winterberry chuckled. ‘We did that to them. We had someone embedded in the cell. He moved on to form another cell, but while he was with the Paris group, he put into the mind of the cell leader, Samir, that we could hack into any electronic file, with or without Internet connection. I understand Samir won’t trust any electronics now.’

    ‘And you don’t want me to board the Orient Express before Venice?’

    ‘No. They’re taking the train from here; booked all the way to Istanbul. Chances are good that’s where they’ll go and then try to disperse to an unknown location from there. We need to have some idea where they’ll strike next. They’re taking the Orient Express as the least-watched means of travel.’

    ‘And you say there are five of them?’

    ‘Yes, if the whole cell moves.’

    ‘But only two of them are known to be susceptible?’

    ‘Yes. Samir, the leader, and one of the soldiers, Rashid, but that doesn’t mean they all aren’t, as you say, ‘susceptible.’ We have photos of the two who you could target. Them and one more. We don’t have a name on him. Unfortunately, we don’t have photos of the other two. They joined the cell after our embedded agent had left. That’s one way they keep control of their information; they keep shuffling personnel around and try to keep them from getting too committed to each other. They’re all Arabs, though. They shouldn’t be too hard to pick out on the Orient Express European run. Give me a moment and I’ll get the dossier. I left it in the other office.’

    Winterberry went back to the other office, to find that the young man, Jamie Jallud, had left. Winterberry was relieved, but he knew it was only for a moment, that he’d be hearing from the congressman from New Jersey before long. But Winterberry was just too busy to worry about that now. He had to scrabble around on the desk, searching for the dossier. It was not quite where he thought he’d left it, but he did finally find it and went back to his briefing of his agent.

    * * * *

    The first thing Serge Boltov did after he’d boarded the Orient Express in Venice and secured his cabin, tucking away all of the tools of his craft and his disguise kit so that they weren’t easily found, was to walk the corridors of the train as it pulled out of the station. As soon as he’d gotten to Venice and the train had started its journey from Paris, he’d been informed which cabins the men occupied – or at least the numbers of all of the cabins occupied by Arabs. The conductor had had to be bribed for the information, and the one buying it didn’t want to be too specific so that the conductor wouldn’t stick his nose into the operation – and maybe ask for more, knowing how important the information was.

    ‘And be very, very careful,’ his contact had said. ‘The agent we’d had in place with this Paris cell has been found murdered in Tripoli. We suspect he might have been compromised.’

    Serge ticked off the numbers of the cabins in his mind as he went down the corridor. The European Orient Express was a plush, full-night-service train, and all the passengers were accommodated in sleeper cabins with windows onto the corridor. The windows had blinds, though, most of which were pulled down. Some of them were ill fitting, however, and one could peek into the cabins at the edges of the window. Four of the seven cabins he’d been told had Arabic occupants were in the same car, and Serge assumed these were the ones he was interested in.

    As Serge went down the line of cabins in this car, peeking around the edges of the blinds as surreptitiously as he was able, he heard the sounds he was attuned to in his business coming from the cabin beyond the first one assigned to Arabic occupants. One of the window blinds here was pulled away somewhat more than usual, and Serge got a clear view of the two men fucking.

    A tray table was set up between the two facing heavily cushioned bench seats, and a young, lithe, sensually dark Arabic man, not one who Serge had seen in the three photos Winterberry had shown him, was on his back on the table, his legs spread. Another Arabic man, heavier, but well muscled, solid, and older, was crouched between the young man’s legs and fucking him with long strokes.

    The younger man was writhing beneath the other one and moaning and groaning as if the older man was well experienced and had a champion cock.

    While Serge watched, the older man pulled the younger one up with his hands braced around the younger one’s slim waist and turned sideways to the door and windows to the corridor. He turned the younger man on his cock to the sound of much grunting and moaning from the younger man and then sat down on one of the cushioned bench seats with the younger man sitting in his lap with his back into the older Arab’s chest.

    Serge could see the older Arab’s face now and was able to identify him as Samir, the leader of the cell.

    The younger man fucked himself on Samir’s cock, using the balls of his feet on the floor of the carriage for leverage. Samir worked the young man’s nipples with one hand and his nicely hard cock with the other, and the young man gave out a little cry and ejaculated in a long stream shooting out over the thick carpeting.

    Serge only had time to look around and see that there were two cases on the floor by the seat across from the fucking pair, a stuffed briefcase and what looked like a computer laptop case, although Serge assumed it was just another briefcase, having been told about Samir’s aversion to electronics.

    Voices were approaching the other end of the corridor, so Serge moved quickly on without checking out the other cabins. He’d found the leaders’ cabin and likely the sought-after briefcase, though, so the first reconnoitering outing had been a success.

    There were five of them there in the dining car when Serge appeared for dinner. The seating in their area was set up variously in tables for two and four. Samir and one other Arabic-looking man were sitting at a table for four, and the terrorist Serge identified as Rashid from the photos Winterberry showed him was sitting with an unidentified Arabic man at a table for two. Across from them sat the fifth Arab, the handsome young man Samir had been fucking in his cabin earlier. Serge could see that both of the briefcases he’d seen in Samir’s cabin were at Samir’s feet under the dinner table.

    As Serge ate, picking out a table from whence he could watch the five without being obtrusive himself, he saw the young man Samir had fucked making unmistakable signals at the Arab seated with Rashid. They were facing each other, and Rashid was facing Serge. Serge noticed Rashid watching him and decided to go to work himself. He flashed a smile at the Arab, who was slim and rather small, but well muscled, and Rashid’s face lit up and he smiled back at him. Serge knew a docile bottom when he saw one and decided that Rashid was the best of the targets available to him.

    Serge had come late to dinner and was served his coffee as the Arabs were finishing theirs. Samir and his dinner companion and Rashid rose and moved farther on down the car toward the next, smoking carriage, and the Arab, the young man Samir had fucked, was joined by the one who had dined with Rashid. Soon, however, they got up and passed by Serge on their way back to the sleeping cars.

    Serge waited a decent interval before following this pair and ensuring that, as he surmised, they would be occupied for a while. They were in one of the four cabins identified as occupied by Arabs in the same carriage – but not the one Serge had seen Samir in.

    Both were nude already, and Rashid’s dinner companion was sitting on one of the bench seats and the young Arab was sitting on his cock, facing him, and fucking himself in slow, languid rises and falls.

    Knowing these two would be occupied for some time, Serge walked back through the sleeping cars and the dining car and into the smoking car. There were only a couple of seats free. Fortuitously, one of them was next to Rashid and across from Samir and the other Arab.

    ‘Do you mind?’ Serge said, using his most suave voice. ‘There seem to be a paucity of seats in this carriage.’

    ‘By all means,’ Samir responded, and Serge sat down in the seat beside Rashid. Rashid was tongue-tied and seemed to be overwhelmed at his good fortune to be seated next to Serge.

    As they smoked and drank Cognac, they engaged in light talk. Serge was an expert in extracting information, but he discerned immediately that Samir was an expert in deflecting meaningful talk, and Serge knew he wouldn’t be able to find out what he wanted to know from Samir without a lot of effort. Perhaps from Rashid, he thought, and he turned to Rashid and gave him a smile. Rashid’s automatic radiant smile back fully revealed his interest.

    ‘These are such interesting little bottles of liquor they have on the train, don’t you think?’ Samir said as a parry to a roundabout questioning ploy Serge was using and had almost reached a point where it would have been impolite for Samir not to provide a useful answer.

    ‘Yes, if truth be known,’ Serge, who was posing as an importer of Oriental goods, said, ‘I ride the Orient Express solely for their small bottles of Cognac. I steal as many as I can and take another ride on the Orient Express when I’ve depleted my collection.’

    ‘Well, then, you must have this one too, sir,’ Samir said, with a smile. ‘I can’t use it myself. More than one glass of Cognac I can’t explain away. My religion, you know. Not totally strict as I follow it, but there are boundaries.’

    Hopelessly turned away from his line of questioning, Serge smiled and accepted the small bottle of liquor and put it in his pocket.

    In a bit, as Serge was mounting another assault on the information gap, the young man Samir had fucked returned to the smoking carriage and walked up to Samir and said, ‘The porter has told me the beds are turned down. Would you like me to walk you to your carriage?’

    Serge saw Samir’s eyes slit and could see immediately that he was smitten by the young man. The youth was, in fact, beautiful. From Samir’s dossier, it wasn’t at all surprising that he had managed to slip a love interest into his cell. It was ironic that suicide terrorists were told they would receive more than their share of virgins in heaven, but terrorist cell leaders made sure they got theirs here on earth.

    Excusing himself, Samir stood, as did the other Arab with him, took up the briefcases, one in each hand, and followed the young Arab, who moved with mincing step and swinging hips back toward the sleeper cars.

    Serge was left alone with Rashid and took little time to turn up the heat.

    A few more brief forays for information without seeming to be wanting it, and Serge was convinced that Rashid would not talk under these circumstances any quicker than Samir would.

    ‘Do you want me to fuck you, Rashid?’ Serge asked in a pleasant voice, designed to put Rashid off his stride. ‘I want to fuck you. I find you very arousing.’

    Rashid stammered, lost for words, never having been approached this directly before, certainly not by anyone he wanted this badly.

    ‘Here, give me your hand. Feel this. This is a cock to be proud of Rashid. I can fill you as you have never been filled before. I can ride you like a stallion all night. You need a man to dominate you; to be a man like no other inside you. Shall we go to your cabin or mine?’

    Rashid, on the pull-down bed in one of the four cabins in the carriage Serge had marked, was wild and needy and repeatedly sucked the seed out of Serge’s cock, luxuriating in the power and size and staying power of the big Russian – first by his soft mouth and then with the talented undulating muscles of his channel walls. He loved being held down with Serge’s firm grip on his wrists and spreading his legs for the Russian while Serge pounded his ass relentlessly and then being turned and brought up on all fours and taken doggy style until his knees and hands gave out and Serge rode his ass as he collapsed on his belly and just kept riding and riding and riding . . . until the exhausted Arab drifted off to snores of total satiation.

    The fuck had been a five-star success, but Serge wasn’t anywhere closer to knowing where the terrorist cell was going, what they planned on doing after arriving in Istanbul. Perhaps, he thought, on another night, they would progress to more pillow talk.

    He pulled out of the Arab and went into the cabinet and cleaned himself off. Coming back out, he heard a door open down the corridor, and, slipping on his briefs, he opened the door and peered down the corridor.

    He was almost face-to-face with the young Arab, clothed only in billowy sleeping pants that rode low on his hips. The youth was clutching Samir’s bulky briefcase to his chest.

    There was a moment of indecision and shock – on both of their parts – before each face took on a speculative expression, which was replaced by some mutual decision of arousal, speculation of opportunity, and intent to make the most of their situation.

    ‘Your cabin or mine?’ Serge asked.

    ‘Mine is just here,’ the young Arab answered in a whisper.

    ‘I will be just a second,’ Serge said, and he ducked back into Rashid’s cabin and retrieved the rest of his clothes and the ‘just in case’ satchel he’d brought along. He half feared that the young Arab would be gone when he came back out into the corridor, even though he’d been absent mere seconds. But he was still there, rooted to the spot, still clutching Samir’s briefcase against his very nicely muscled chest.

    Serge’s cock was hardening up well. He had wanted to fuck the young Arab himself ever since he’d seen him with Samir. And it would be a little extra notch in his cap in besting these terrorists to also cock the leader’s lover.

    In the time it took the young Arab to stash Samir’s briefcase in the narrow space left against the outer cabin wall by the prepared pull-down bed, Serge had slipped off his briefs and added those to his folded clothes and put them near the head of the bed. He’d also unzipped his satchel and placed it on top of the folded clothes, the unzipped opening facing the foot of the bed. Then he’d sat down on the side of the pull-out bed and fisted his engorging cock, wanting to be ready for the young Arab.

    Serge took immediate command when the young Arab came back around the bed, and the youth seemed content to be dominated. Serge forced him down on his knees on the carpeting between his spread legs and pushed the youth’s mouth onto his cock and face-fucked him, not letting him loose until he had taken Serge’s ejaculate. Then Serge rose and turned the youth around between him and the bed. He reached both hands down and stripped the sleeping pants off the young Arab and took the youth by his buttocks and raised his body. The youth arched back, palming his hands on the top of the bed to take the weight of his torso and hooking his legs over Serge’s shoulders and letting them dangle down the beefy Russian’s back. He writhed and moaned and groaned, while Serge brought, first his cock and balls, and then, when the Arab youth had shot his load, the youth’s hole in his mouth.

    The Arab was begging for the fuck when Serge slowly brought his body down his chest and belly, the youth still arched back, supported on the bed with the palms of his hands, and Serge slid his throbbing cock into a recently well-used, well-prepared hole. The youth gasped and groaned at a taking that was deeper and far more of a stretch than either of the Arabs had given him.

    The Russian held the Arab there to his pelvis with just one arm wrapped around the small of his back and raising and lowering the Arab’s hips while he stroked in and out deep inside the young man, listening for the sighing and moaning and little encouragements of technique that assured him that he was the best lover this young man had ever had. The sweetness of the youth and of his warm and welcoming hole, his channel walls undulating over Serge’s stroking cock, sent the Russian to new heights of arousal and just now, just at this time, he loved his job. The Russian played the young Arab’s chest and belly and cock with his other hand, bringing the youth to another flowing, after which all of the tension and movement went out of the youth, and he just lay arched back, moaning and sighing at the working of the Russian’s cock deep inside him. The Russian fucked on, fighting the rise of his own semen, not wanting the loving to end.

    As Serge felt his ejaculation coming on, he reached over and into his unzipped satchel with his free hand and brought out the syringe he had stashed there ‘just in case.’

    At the point of shooting off deep inside the Arab’s channel, Serge expertly pierced the youth’s thigh with the needle of the syringe and pumped the drug into him.

    If the Arab youth knew he’d taken a needle, he said nothing. He was burbling almost incoherently as Serge gently lowered him on the bed.

    Serge put his mouth to the youth’s ear and asked, ‘Where is the cell going? What is the mission?’ but the young man was already too far gone to answer.

    Dressing and retrieving Samir’s briefcase, Serge quietly returned to his own cabin two cars farther away from the engine. No one stopped him, and as far as he could determine, no one saw him leave the Arab’s cabin. All that came from the surrounding cabins were spent and satisfied snores.

    Once in his own cabin, Serge inspected the briefcase, and as he assumed he would, found that it was padlocked. He could not risk trying to open it; he had no idea what other security devices might be attached to it, or whether forcing it open would damage the precious contents. So, he hid it as best he could and spent the remainder of the few hours before they would reach Vienna station cleaning himself in the cabinet and remaking himself into an old Zurich banker.

    Discovering in the pocket of his dinner jacket the small bottle of Cognac Samir had given him in the smoking car, Serge decided he deserved a bit of celebration for at least a partially successful night, which permitted him a bit more time to reach the primary objective, not to mention the magnificent fucking with the young Arab, and tossed the contents of the bottle down in one gulp. Then, exhausted, he slipped into a deep sleep, the sleep of the dead.

    * * * *

    Serge didn’t awaken until over twenty-four hours later. He had missed the stop at Vienna station altogether. When he came to the train was stopped, but it wasn’t in Vienna. He groggily sat up and looked out of the window. The sign for Bucharest station was staring at him from across the platform.

    ‘Shit,’ he said.

    And then, realizing the knocking he’d been hearing wasn’t in his head, he turned and flipped aside the blinds on the window into the corridor and was staring into the red, angry face of Sam Winterberry.

    ‘I was drugged,’ Serge mumbled as he let Winterberry into his cabin. ‘The bottle of Cognac the terrorist leader gave me.’ Serge was using a disguise Winterberry had seen before and Winterberry knew his cabin number, so there was no moment of Keystone Cop running about on that score.

    ‘Well, come along and show me where their cabins are. We didn’t see them dismount here in Bucharest, so they must still be in transit.’

    ‘But why?’ Serge said, getting less confused by the moment. ‘What are you doing here? In Budapest.’

    ‘We couldn’t reach you.’ Winterberry said. ‘They left one of the cell members in Paris. You should only be looking for four men. And it’s not the briefcase we want, I don’t think. We’re sure now that our agent embedded in the Paris cell was sent to Tripoli to be assassinated there. We must assume that Samir no longer believes what he was told by that agent about electronics. Does Samir have anything that looks like a laptop case.’

    ‘God. God, yes, he does,’ Serge said. ‘But I got the briefcase. I have it right over here. Needs a key, though.’

    ‘Let’s see it,’ Winterberry said, as he extracted a brace of skeleton keys from his jacket pocket.

    In a jiffy the briefcase was open and all too soon they found it was stuffed with clothes.

    ‘Where are their cabins?’ Winterberry asked. ‘Me they don’t know. And you’re in disguise. We can walk right by them and check them out.’

    The cabins were empty. All but one.

    They found the young Arab Serge had fucked and taken the briefcase from. He was lying on his bed, a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on his door. The only way they knew he was alive was that he was moaning softly. He was still under the influence of drugs, though – certainly having been drugged beyond what Serge had given him. He was on his back, knees bent and legs spread. His hole looked angry red and slack and had semen dribbling out of it, and there were too many spent condoms on the floor around the bed to be readily counted. It seemed like he’d been fucked by the whole Arab nation.

    His cabin was disheveled. If there had been anything here anyone wanted, they had found it.

    ‘Oh, God,’ Sam Winterberry muttered when he looked down into the face of the young man.

    ‘What?’ Serge said. ‘He’s still alive. He can tell us where they went. His comrades obviously got off in Vienna, if your people didn’t see them get off here.’

    ‘This is no Arab, Serge.’ Winterberry said, his voice full of bitterness. ‘This is Jamil Jallud, an American, the son of a powerful congressman even. God, he’s been playing amateur spy. And the two of you have been working each other, trying to get secrets neither one of you have. And now we have to backtrack to Vienna to try to find them.’

    ‘No. Here. Hungary, the Hungarian parliament,’ the figure on the bed moaned softly.

    ‘What is that? What did you say, son? Stick with us. You’ll be fine. We’ll get you patched up.’ Winterberry was so beside himself, worried over his unit’s next appropriation hearings in Congress, that he hadn’t fully realized what young Jallud had muttered.

    ‘No. No. I heard them talking as they were gangbanging me,’ Jallud said, his voice stronger now. ‘They were getting off the train in Vienna. But headed here, for Hungary. An attack on the Hungarian parliament building.’

    ‘Go out on the platform, Serge,’ Winterberry directed, as he sat down on the bed by the moaning Jamie Jallud. ‘You’ll see men in suits standing out there. Identify yourself and tell him the target and then get someone back here to help this young man.’

    As Serge ran down the corridor, Winterberry gathered the young man up in his arms and began to rock him back and forth and tell him everything would be fine. He could not help, however, letting one hand slip down and encase the young man’s cock. A very nice body indeed, he thought. He would have to have some of that.

    ‘And, Mr. Jallud,’ he murmured, ‘welcome to the Agency’s special unit.’


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  • Colton, The Hot New Quarterback

    Well all I can say is that this is one of those stories that brings back so many memories. It was during those wonderful years back in high school, when you just walked around with a boner most of the time, and outside of your usual school work, your mind never left your crotch and what was taking place down there.

    ‘Hey hows it going? My name is A.H.Mullins,’ the A.H stands for Alton Hathaway, which I hate,all my buddies call me Al, but I always thought it should have stood for, ‘Always Horny,’ LOL! which I was, hell! for that matter still am.

    My cock ached most of the time for the want of a touch, my touch, someones elses touch, fuck man, anybodys touch, it just wanted to be touched, fondled, sucked, fucked, My Father use to kid with me and say, ‘when I was your age, I would have fucked a snake if someone had held it still for me’. Guess I inherited my Dad’s trait for that.

    I was seventeen, Junior, tight end, (No pun intended) on the football team, when Colton Denison showed up, He was a transfer student from another High School down in Arkansas, and my eye caught him almost immediately, he was so friggen good looking, I just knew that he had females hanging out his ass.

    But I wanted to do everything within my power to make him my buddie.

    I walked over to introduce myself that second day of class, and finally got thru all the other people to introduce myself and say, ‘Welcome to Central High.’

    He smiled at me for the first time and our eyes made contact and I felt like shock waves going thru my body as we just looked into each others eyes.

    I noticed his stature, I could tell he was athletic and found out he worked out a lot and played football, he had those thick muscular arms and he was about 5ft 8inchs, a little shorter than me, stocky built, not chunky,just actually beautiful, dark almost black hair, short cropped and almost a wisk of thin blackish hair on his upper lip, not a real mustach but the makings of one, and his eyes were deep dark blue, mysterious, and a perfect set of white glowing teeth, and a voice that could have been on any radio as an announcer, deep very masculine, and very resonant, he was gorgeous.

    I felt this stirring in the pit of my stomach as we chatted and began to get aquainted, seem like we both shared a lot of different interests.

    Damn, after that first day and even into the evening at home I couldn’t get Colton out of my mind.

    My mind was going a thousand miles an hour, thinking, wondering so many things, It was like I was obsessed with Colton.

    I took my shower that first night and I went to bed, an while I was in bed in the darkness I found my self undressing his awesome body and wondering what treasures he was hiding in his jeans.

    I ended up stroking one out that night while my thoughts were on Colton, damn he was one hot dude.

    I was in the locker room the next dressing out for Football practice when Colton walked over and sat down beside me and began to strip to get dressed, ‘Hey Al, how’s it going? Your on the team too I see,’ Coltons voice was so deep and sexy I began to sexually respond and before I knew it I was naked and doing my best to hide almost eight inches of thick uncut cock that was starting to stand up.

    Colton noticed it to, to my embarassement, ‘Man don’t be embarrassed about that, It happens all the time to me too, and he bent down and I saw his gorgeous ass, with beautiful dark hair going down into the crack between his asscheeks, swirling around his anal oriface and I almost busted a nut right then and there, but it was almost more that I could take as Colton turned around and His cock as almost half hard, I swallowed hard, and couldn’t help but stare, it was gorgeous, just like the rest of his muscular body, his nuts were heavy, oval, hanging down in a neat thin sack of skin, and his cock, wow, it looked like it was almost eight inches long, at half mast. Really thick, and veiny, and his foreskin was pulled about halfway back, exposing about half of his cocks head, my mouth waterd and I wanted to drop to my knees and suck it all into my mouth, but I didn’t know where that would get me.

    Colton saw me staring down and smiled, ‘What part do you play on the team?’ he asked, ‘Oh! Tight End.’ I responded.

    Colton looked down at my ass, ( I was just wearing my Jock strap still) and said with a giggle, ‘Yep, looks like it might be,’ and squeezed my bare ass a little, and walked out.

    After practice that afternoon, I went in and Hurried and showered, not to be seen in the shower room getting another embarrassing boner.

    The last class of the day was ‘Study Hall,’ I was setting thru study hall with a hardon like nobodys business, it was aching, and Colton was setting right across from me, making matters worse,…..I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to have sex with Colton, I really didn’t even know I was gay, I had fantasized but never done anything yet.

    Colton slipped me a note, ‘Hey Al, what you doing after School today, would you like to hang out,’

    Well hell yeah, especially with Colton, so we decided to go to my place after school.

    My parents were both at work downtown, and they told me they might not be home that night, since it was a Friday, and if they did come home it would be after midnight, Colton’s mom was dead, having died several years ago from cancer, and his father was going to be gone for a couple days on a business trip, so we just went to my house and goofed around.

    We had gone up to my bedroom and was playing video games, and then after about an hour, Colton accidently found a book under my bed, I didn’t really notice what it was, then I saw the cover, Colton was very intent on looking at the booklet and I realized it was a gay magazine I had found, about a month ago in a trash can in the mens room at the Mall.It was a book of Stories and Pictures of guys kissing, sucking, fucking and eating ass, the whole nine yards.

    I looked over in total embarrassment, and saw Colton, looking from page to page, Colton layed the magazine down on his lap and looked at me in the eyes, and said, ‘AL, have you actually ever done any of this stuff, it looks kinda interesting,’

    I almost fell over, ‘No I just found that booklet and, Well,fuck man, I have wanted to try some of it but was afraid of letting anyone know about it. You know what I mean?’ I asked.

    I had walked over and sat down beside Colton on the bed and we both just layed our heads back on the pillows and began thumbing thru the pics in the Booklet.

    Colton raised up and looked at me straight in the eyess, ‘Would you like to Mess around Al, I’m willing if you are.’ he said.

    I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

    Colton reached over and slid his hand under my tee shirt and the touch of his hand was awesome feeling, his sensual touch, his fingers rubbing, fondeling, tweeking my nipples, I was about to explode, and knowing it was going to be better in a few minutes.

    I think my cock was harder than I had ever been, and I looked down and noticed a very large bulge in Colton’s pants too, I reached down and squeezed it a little and felt it flex up like rock under his jeans.

    ‘You like that,’ Colton said, as he smiled at me.

    ‘Yeah, I have thought of nothing else but you since I first met you, wondering what this moment would be like if ever given the chance.’

    ‘Well it feels awesome Al, enjoy yourself, cause I sure am,’ he said.

    Colton reached down and undid the button my jeans, unzipped my jeans and began to slide them down, I was already bone hard, and he slid my briefs down to my knees, looked up and smiled at me, ‘I have always wanted to try this,’ he said. Colton leaned over and slid my forskin back and took about four inches of my hardon into his mouth, ‘UGHMMMMMMMM,” was all he said, and he went to work sucking my cock, first time I ever had someone suck on my cock and it was phenomenal, I had to keep my eyes open to realize that this was actually real.

    I raised up while he was sucking me, and I just thought he is not going to have all the fun.

    I undid Coltons trousers and slid them off and his boxers and we got into a sixty nine position, Tasting a cock for the first time was one of life great pleasures, his cock had begun to expell what was called pre-cum, and I loved that sweet, salty tasting liquid, I was sucking on his cock like it was a soda straw, trying to extract the last little bit of pre-cum I could extract, I felt his body makeing all sorts of movements as I sucked on his cock and I know I was doing the same.

    We had sucked one each others cocks, and massaged each others nuts for a while, when I noticed his thick nuts that had been in a very nice thin, hanging sack, had pulled up very tight against his body, and I felt his cock starting to jerk inside my mouth and flare out feeling like it was thicker, and I tasted his semen as he moaned with my cock still in his mouth, and he flooded my mouth and throat with his cum. I could have died a happy guy right there.

    It only took about a minute more and I was doing the same to Colton’s mouth and throat, except I was almost yelling as my rock hard boner belched out a huge load of cum right into his mouth and he gulped it down like a trouper.

    I layed there with Colton’s cock in my mouth as My eyes observed just how gorgeous his body was, his thick carpety almost black thick bush surrounding his cock and balls, was awesome, manly, and his legs, thick with heavy running muscles nicely covered with his curly dark hair, I even found my self kissing a little scar there on his leg, actually I think I was falling in love with him.

    ‘Holy Shit man, that was fantastic, I sure hope this isn’t the only time we can share this experience.’ Colton said as he stared into my eyes.

    ‘Are you fucking kidding me, I would love to do this every day, and twice on Sunday’s if we can.’ I said.

    Colton and I busted out laughing at each other.

    About that time the phone rang and I answered it, It was my parents they had decided to take some private time and stay in the big City about a hundred miles away and just enjoy themselves, I told them if it was alright I would like to have my friend Colton spend the night, they said sure but no drinking or wild partying.

    ‘Hey man, why Don’t you spend the night, your Dads not home is he.’

    ‘Sounds great, then we can try some of this other stuff,’ he said with a smile,, truthfully, I had thought of that too.

    We thoroughly enjoyed each other that evening, I got us a pizza and some pepsi, we had popcorn and watched some flix on Cable t.v.

    Then about ten Oclock we went up to bed like two kids on a date, we were hugging and even kissing, it was awesome, Damn I had never had the pleasure of kissing someone, male or female, but I was glad it was Colton.

    Then we stood in front of the bed, and undressed each other it was so romantic, I had always wanted to try something that I had seen in that magazine, so I layed Colton, flat on his back on the edge of the bed, lifted up his legs and had him hold them and I spread his beautiful ass cheeks and began to dive my tongue into the little cleft starfish looking hole surrounded by those little curly dark hairs, I was in love, his manly almost musky odor, there mixed with shower gel odor, I was alive with sensations and sensuality as I tongued his awesome manhole, I was eating ass for the first time and he was going wild with his reaction to my tongueing, he even was pulling my hair as he pulled my face tighter into his asshole, I loved it, my cock was about to burst and so was his.

    I went into the bathroom and go some sort of lube, KY jelly I think.

    I went back out and Colton had his finger in his asshole finger fucking himself, I loved it.

    I lubed up his asshole and then my cock, as Colton smiled, ‘I have wanted to do this for a long time to see what it’s like,’

    I leaned over ontop of Colton and I felt my cock head punch thru this very tight hole, ‘OH Fuck me, Jesus man’ Colton said, ‘stop a second,’ I stopped pushing as Colton got his breath and then as slowly and Gently as I could, when I felt his anal opening relaxing and my cock started slowly sliding to the balls, I pumped very gently at first and then I picked up speed and virosity as Colton got adjusted, and before I had been fucking him ten minutes, he was almost screaming for more, harder, faster, he as going wild with my cock up his ass, Damn the heat of his intestines was fantastic feeling against my cock head, ‘Oh yeah, O Yeah. thats it fuck me harder, deeper,’ and I felt his body go very tense, and he shot cum all the way over his head, without touching his cock,it was amazing.

    Just seeing his cum flying out of his thick cockhead, was what took me over the edge, I felt his body’s taughtness and I felt my own cock begin to belch out a thick continous stream of cum into his man hole, The sensations we both shared with each other that night was awesome, just simply awesome.

    Colton and I have enjoyed each other so often, but he next story will be about my experience of getting fucked by Colton, that is another great story, in Chapter 2. ciao my friends.


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  • The Invisible Man

    ‘He is known as the Invisible Man, and your job is to make him visible to us.’

    We were dining in the Bel-Etage restaurant of the Sofitel Hotel in Zurich on tender roasted veal with potato pancakes, not a great distance, but several centuries in amenities, away from the north African country of Bulla Regia bordering the Mediterranean.

    ‘But why the need for this sort of operation?’ I asked. I waved away the stiff-carriage waiter who had stepped forward from the shadows and refilled Sam Winterberry’s wine glass the instant it had been drained and who had then offered to top off my half-filled glass. I was taking my liquor very lightly these days. I was still having headaches. I hadn’t been told why the procedure I’d undergone was necessary until just now.

    ‘Are you all right, Guy?’ Winterberry asked, his face full of concern. Winterberry always knew the proper expression to show in public. No doubt that had been part of his Agency training back in the day.

    ‘Yes, why do you ask?’

    ‘You winced and touched the spot. Don’t worry, the occasional pain and reminder will pass in time. But you do need to be aware you are touching it and not draw attention to it in the meantime.’

    ‘Oh, sorry,’ I said. ‘I haven’t had the formal classes, you know. But, again, why the need for this sort of operation, and why me? This could take years. And he’s the president of the country. Surely – ‘

    ‘Yes, it could take years, but we are hoping it won’t,’ Winterberry answered the last question first. He paused to take a long swig on his wine, which drew a smile; Sam loved good wine. In fact he was reveling in the whole Sofitel experience and the looks he gave me reminded me of life with Sam Winterberry when he was on a high.

    ‘But even if it takes years,’ he continued, ‘this is an operation that is worth it. As for why it’s not a direct sanction, first, the Lieutenant is a wary one – and a thus far very successfully wary one. He moves constantly, never spends more than one night in a single location, and there is no pattern to his movements. Second, we are planning something much more subtle than a simple sanction. We want to control what follows. His nationalization of the oil companies has made quite clear that some more complex response is needed here.’

    There were a few moments of silence as Winterberry savored his tender veal in its own gravy and while I contemplated the target. He was known as the Lieutenant because that was what he was when he miraculously mobilized the Bulla Regia armed forces to overthrow the decadent and decaying monarchy and set the country on the path of his own personal brand of mixed socialism and dictatorship. The Western world had called him mad and had ostracized him. He, in turn, had nationalized all of the Western holdings in a country that was floating on oil and had proven himself not too mad to have survived, standing alone against the pressure of the Western world, for more than a decade now.

    ‘And why me?’ I repeated an unanswered question.

    ‘Why you? Because you can be inserted easily. We have a position available as professor of Arabic literature for you at the national university in Altiburos, and your true credentials take you back to your Ph.D. in literature at Canada’s Calgary University. It was a mere hop, skip, and jump to documenting you as a Canadian citizen. Of all the Western nations, only Canada, which had no companies operating in Bulla Regia to nationalize, is still on good terms with the government there.’

    Winterberry looked down at his plate and started to cut up another bite of veal. He was looking entirely too pleased with himself, though.

    ‘Is that it? Is that the only reason?’

    ‘Of course it’s not the only reason, dear boy. I’m here; this is one of my Candy Store operations. You were chosen because the Lieutenant likes his men blond and young and submissive. And I can see his point.’

    The look Winterberry gave me was quite enough to tell me that my engagement calendar was booked for the night.

    Sam Winterberry wasn’t one of my favorite people. By far. I could have had an entirely different life if it had not been for Sam Winterberry. I had been young and idealistic and had steeped myself in Arabic literature and culture – and, unfortunately politics – in my graduate years in Calgary. I had been judged brilliant, the youngest man ever to have reached the doctorate level at the university. And I had gone to school in Canada rather than the United States because I wanted my education to be as free of prejudice as possible. That too was probably a mistake. I found myself taken up with a group of Arab students who pushed the envelope beyond the philosophical and who actually included the nucleus of a cell of terrorists biding their time and laying in wait for a plan and direction to strike a blow for Islam in the United States.

    I never was drawn into this cell – although in time there might have been an offer. In my idealism, I was attracted to what they said in public. I, of course, had no idea what they were planning in private. So I floated around the periphery of this group and became close to a few of the cell members.

    One of the cell members was fiery and handsome, dark, hirsute, and built like the seasoned soldier that he really was. He was older than most of the others, and clearly a leader and an initiator and risk taker. Ahmed paid considerable attention to me, at first because of our professed shared love of Arabic literature. He was a persuasive conversationalist and spoke in honey-toned poetry. And one night when I was half drunk, he pulled me down on his bed and stretched all along the length of my body, touching me closely everywhere and showing me that he wanted me by the hardness between his legs. He kissed me and fondled my body with his soft hands and whispered sweet poetry to me. And when he put his hand between my thighs and coaxed me to open for him, I did, with a sigh, despite my fears. And when he slowly pushed inside me, he covered my mouth with his and kissed away my cry of pain and shame as he unburdened me of my virginity. As the pain subsided and he began to move inside me, I moved with him, willingly, with him chanting his poetry in rhythm to the stroking of his cock inside me and to the pattern of my panting and moaning. Ahmed opened the gates of heaven to me with a flood of love that left me with no regrets and no doubts about what I was and what I wanted.

    I never knew what happened to the cell, but I learned soon enough what Ahmed was. Not only was he a government plant in the cell, but he also was a recruiter for a special unit of the Agency informally called the Candy Shore, headed by none other than Sam Winterberry. On the same night I had all of my doubts about my sexuality and my preferences wiped away, I was compromised and recruited into the world of intelligence. And not just the surface world, but into one of its most closely guarded secrets – the existence of a unit that gained intelligence through sex.

    And here I was, a world and three years away from my innocent exuberance in Calgary, the excellent meal now finished, nibbling on the last of the chocolate torte and superior-blend coffee.

    Winterberry delicately patted his lips with a fine white linen napkin and turned a smile on me.

    ‘Now, there are a few more details we should talk about with a bit more privacy.’

    I looked around the dimly lit restaurant with the widely spaced tables. I couldn’t think of any place with more privacy than this. But, looking at Winterberry’s smile, I guess I could.

    ‘Shall we adjourn to my hotel room?’ Winterberry asked. But I knew it wasn’t a question.

    When we were in his room, three flights up in the hotel, he turned and, in a matter-of-fact voice said, ‘Now, sweet Guy, would you please disrobe and sit on the edge of the bed over there.’

    I sucked his cock as he stood before me at the bed and gave him what he wanted. But I kept it on an edge, where he knew it was all mechanical, that I didn’t really want him. And I tried to maintain the same tone when he spread my legs and held them out under his arms and thrust inside me. But as he began to pump and thicken and mined ever more deeply in my channel, my instincts gave way and I began to move my hips with him and to pant and moan, and his heavy breathing and groans had a synergistic effect on me. And soon we were fucking in earnest, me wanting it as much as he did. Maybe more. I couldn’t help myself. I loved a man’s cock churning inside me.

    But Sam Winterberry is a cruel lover, and he had noted how hard I’d tried to stay mechanical with him. And he knew what I was, what I was unable to stay away from. As I was about to ejaculate, he pulled out of me and held me tight, not letting me go over the edge.

    ‘Please, Sam,’ I panted.

    ‘Please what, Guy?’

    ‘Please, oh please.’

    ‘Say it, Guy.’

    I gritted my teeth. ‘Please, Sam, please finish me. Fuck me. Ahhhhhh.’ He slid deep inside me again and began to pump, once again showing me who was boss.

    I came and he moved as to pull out of me, roll off his condom, and ejaculate on my belly, but I cried out, ‘No, please. Inside me, please.’

    And, with a shudder of pleasure, he continued pumping until he had filled the bulb of his condom deep inside me. I knew that I had pleased him – once again.

    There being no better time than that moment, as we were both calming our breath, I said. ‘My parents are both dead, Sam. Did you know that?’

    ‘No, I did not,’ he warily answered.

    ‘And it’s been a long time since that business with the terrorist cell in Calgary. And anything coming out of that now would be pretty fuzzy, you know – especially with what I might have to say about what transpired afterward if push came to shove.’

    ‘What are you saying, Guy?’ Winterberry asked in a low, nervous voice.

    ‘I’m saying that I’ll do this operation for you, but when it’s over – if it’s successfully concluded – I want to ask a favor of you that you will pledge now to honor.’

    There was a slight pause, but then Winterberry answered wearily, ‘If you must.’

    At that moment, I think we both knew what my request would be. I had done quite enough for the nation.

    * * * *

    ‘Have you seen the Roman ruins on the cliffs of Albia yet, professor?’

    It had been asked innocently enough, but I hoped it meant some progress was being made. I’d been teaching Arabic literature at the national university in Bulla Regia’s capital city of Altiburos for some four months now, and as hard as I was trying, progress had seemed to be slow.

    When Winterberry had briefed me, he had given me a list of names of young men students at the university who both would be interested in what I had to offer – beyond the instruction in Arabic literature – and who could give me a natural entrée to the ultraprivate Foxes Den club near the government officials’ residential enclave, the very secret place where the well-heeled and powerful men of Bulla Regia went to meet other men. The ultimate target here was the army marshal General Iken ibn Tariq, who was considered to be as closely associated with the Lieutenant, Mezian al-Masmud, as anyone in Bella Regia could be.

    Yunes ibn Afalku, one of the pampered sons of the ruling class, which still managed to rule society despite the Lieutenant’s so-called socialist revolution, was one of the students in my Arabic literature class. He also was on my list of intermediary targets. He was maybe four years younger than I was, one of the older students. He had already served his army duty and was in extremely fit shape. He was a national-level bodybuilder, narcissistic to an extreme degree, and thus, of course, a name on my list. And he dabbled in Arabic literature. He wasn’t a full-time university student; he had just signed up for my class because he had accompanied his younger brother to orientation and had talked with me over a punchbowl.

    I knew from the outset he was interested in me, and he was the main mark I was working on. But it took me four months to prime him to ask me this question.

    ‘No, Yunes. I haven’t seen the ruins. I would love to, though. I just haven’t had the chance to go outside the city. Visitors like me are fairly closely watched here.’

    ‘No one I’m with is watched,’ Yunes said. ‘And I have a van. I’d be pleased to show you the Roman site.’

    The mention of the van was not lost on me, although I assumed Yunes thought he was being clever. I’d seen Yunes drive onto campus. He drove a Mercedes sports coupe.

    I was not surprised to find that the van had no windows in the back. Yunes drove it up to the edge of a cliff, within the outer reaches of the perimeter of a small, ancient Roman city colony that hadn’t really had time to blossom before the local, highly warlike tribal bands had wiped it out. More of the old city ruins lay at the base of the cliff, where there had once been a small harbor reaching out into the Mediterranean. From up here, looking out of the front windshield of the van, I could see the tops of the crumbled stone of the protecting wings of the manmade harbor quay under the surface of the water. A light rain squall was going through, and Yunes suggested we wait in the van until it passed.

    I toyed with the idea briefly that Yunes represented such ingrained power in Bulla Regia society that he could conjure up a convenient rain squall on demand.

    ‘Are you enjoying the Arabic literature class, Yunes?’ I asked.

    ‘Yes, very much so, professor. But tell me, do you not read the books of Ali Ghanem, Albert Cossery, and Rachid Boudjedra? Why have you not included their books in the course?’

    There it was, the opening, checking me out. All three of these Arabic-theme authors wrote homoerotica.

    ‘Yes, I have read Ghanem’s Seven-Headed Serpent and Cossery’s Proud Beggars and Boudjedra’s The Great Repudiation.’

    ‘And enjoyed them?’

    ‘Yes, yes, of course, I found such literature very . . . compelling.’

    Yunes turned his torso toward me and, seemingly inadvertently, put a hand on my knee.

    ‘But then why not include these in your course?’

    I put my hand on top of his and slid them both up my thigh and onto my basket. Yunes took in a deep breath.

    ‘Do you really think the authorities would permit me to teach those authors, Yunes? But haven’t you noticed that I do include Naguib Mahfouz’s Midaq Alley and Sugar Street in the curriculum. He is just too famous for the authorities to censure. Haven’t you read those? There are passages in those that remind me of you when I read them.’

    ‘You find me attractive, professor?’

    ‘Yes, very much so,’ I answered. ‘Can’t you feel that through your hand?’ And, indeed, I had managed to harden up for him nicely. ‘I have watched you in class. I think you must be a very powerful, forceful man. But you have seemed a bit shy. I would have thought you a man who saw what he wanted and took it.’

    I knew of no quicker way to spur an Arabic man to action. And it worked a charm.

    I sucked Yunes’s cock with him turned to me in the driver’s seat and kneeling in the seat and me leaning over him and raising and lowering my mouth on his erect tool while he moaned and controlled my head with hands buried in my hair. For a brief moment I worried that a hand would stray to the nape of my neck, but it did not do so – and even if it had, I’m sure he was too preoccupied with my expert blow job to find anything amiss.

    After he had come, we moved to the back of the van, which he had prepared with thick oriental carpeting, and we stripped and he laid me on my back and covered my body with caresses and kisses and paid considerable attention to my cock, balls, and hole while he regained his youthful virility. I thrilled at the feel of the firmness of his cut muscles, and I ran my trembling hands over his chest and torso and arched my back and gave a welcoming roar of genuine delight as he spread my legs, wedged his knees under my butt cheeks, thrust himself deep inside me, and began to pump hard.

    We met frequently in my apartment thereafter for about a month until I was sure he was besotted and would do whatever I wanted him to.

    ‘Have you heard of the Fox Den club?’ I asked one afternoon as I lay inside his embrace, my back to his front, and his cock churning slowly and deeply inside me.

    ‘Yes,’ he answered with a grunt.

    ‘I think I would like to go there. Do you happen to know anyone who can get us in?’

    ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘I can; I’m a member.’

    I, of course, already knew that.

    On the third visit to the club, my next target, General Iken ibn Tariq, made his move. He had been there during our previous two visits too, but during the first visit he and I had only exchanged meaningful looks across a dimly lit room. During the second visit, he invited us to his table, where he sat, with two bulky bodyguards standing at attention behind him.

    Yunes had not been pleased at the invitation to the general’s table, and this was probably the touchiest part of my assignment, where I had to continue to please Yunes while beguiling the general. Somehow I managed.

    While we were chatting and the general was, rather professionally, interrogating me with a friendly smile on exactly who I was and ever had been and what I was doing in his country, I asked him if he was a reader of Arabic literature.

    ‘No, my reading is other worldly, Professor Breeden,’ he answered. ‘Have you perhaps heard of Henry Spenser Ashbee or Ulrike Heider or Trevor Jacques?’

    I could tell that Yunes was out of the ‘know’ here and, thankfully, saw that his attention was drawn to the sex scene going on on the stage, a quite tall and bulky Bulgarian stuffing himself into a small Nubian in a particularly flexible position.

    ‘Yes, yes, I’ve heard of those authors.’ I said, willing myself to blush and lowering my eyes. All wrote on S&M homoerotica, mostly from the nonfiction stance. I wasn’t either surprised or shocked. I’d been briefed on the good general’s proclivities.

    ‘And?’ the general said, looking at me intently and squeezing my knee under the table.

    ‘And . . . I have never, but . . .’

    ‘But?’ he pressed on.

    ‘But I do find it . . . interesting.’

    ‘And arousing?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes, a bit. Enticing, certainly. But, of course, this in Bulla Regia. It’s not something to really even consider here, is it?’ At this statement, I raised my face with as much drama as I could and looked directly into his eyes. His hand had gone up my thigh, and I had willed myself hard for him.

    ‘And how do you find me, professor?’

    ‘Fascinating and dangerous,’ I responded, and I looked him directly in the eyes when I said it.

    ‘And it does not shock you that I read Ashbee and Heider and Jacques?’

    ‘No.’

    ‘You do not fear the light lash, the binding? Being completely at the mercy of another?’

    ‘I don’t know, to be honest. It rather excites me.’

    At that point Yunes had turned his attention back to us and General Tariq had withdrawn his hand. Not long afterward Yunes said he was bored, we said our good-byes, and he took me back to my apartment and fucked me in the inventive position he had watched the Bulgarian use to take the Nubian in the club. Yunes cocked well. I was somewhat sad to move on from him.

    On the third visit, the general once more invited us to his table, an invitation Yunes could not decline, as the general trumped his family for the moment in the national power positioning.

    And Yunes made the mistake of needing to go take a piss.

    I made my move. ‘About those authors you mentioned last week, General.’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘I’ve been reading them. Some of the milder things they talk about.’

    ‘Yes?’

    ‘Well, those seem very interesting. Very . . . arousing.’

    The general was smiling broadly. ‘Would you like to see my new villa by the sea?’

    ‘Yes, that would be nice. Perhaps we could set up a time.’

    ‘Now,’ the general said. His breathing told me that he was, indeed, very interested in a visit now.

    ‘But Yunes,’ I said.

    ‘Now,’ the general repeated.

    The general’s special room was in the basement of his villa. I was strapped into a black leather sling suspended from the ceiling, with my arms and legs running up the four corner chains and bound there, which I didn’t much like, and a choke collar on a leash that the general tugged on with each of his thrusts, which I liked even less, and a riding crop flicking at my flanks, which I didn’t like at all. But I didn’t mind the cocking. And the general was pleased enough to schedule a return visit – and then another.

    On my third visit, I only got as far as his foyer.

    ‘We are not going downstairs tonight, Guy,’ the general said. His two goons were standing close to me on each side.

    ‘Then perhaps – ‘ I started to say, wanting to make this sound good, but hoping that it was ultimate show time at last.

    ‘Doctor, if you would,’ the general muttered, and from out of the shadows a figure emerged in a well-cut suit and goatee – and with a syringe in his hand.

    I started to back away, but the two goons held me fast as the doctor inserted the needle into a vein in my arm and I began to black out.

    * * * *

    I came to in darkness. The darkness of being blindfolded in a darkened room. I was encased in billowing softness, which I took to be a mass of pillows. And I was uncomfortable from being trussed up. I was on my back. There was pressure on the back of my neck, and I feared it would ride up to my hairline and that something awful would transpire. Whatever was wrapped around my neck was connected to why my legs were being held spread and my wrists were bound close to my spread calves. When I tried to move my legs, the pressure increased on the back of my neck.

    Hands were gliding all over my body, flesh on flesh, and it struck me then, for the first time, that I was naked. The hands centered on my cock, and I was being stroked and greased fingers were working inside my hole. I stifled moans, not wanting whoever was working me to realize that I was conscious.

    I came fully conscious, however, as the bulb of a cock was presented at my hole and started working itself inside me. I moaned then and groaned, and begged for mercy, not being able to gauge yet what would be the most arousing for the invader – when I cried out for mercy with the general, he took it as an invitation to be more cruel, which was all the more arousing for him. I hoped this was the fulfillment of the plan and this was a crucial point.

    The cock, having entered only a few inches at that point was withdrawn and the hands were working my cock again and caressing my torso and there were lips on my nipples.

    The mercy had been shown. The taking was tentative. I realized I’d used the wrong technique.

    So, I begin to moan and groan and tell whoever was doing this of the pleasure I was being given. And then, after this had been going on for a while, I started to whine for the fuck.

    ‘Please, please,’ I murmured. ‘Please take me. I can’t take any more teasing. Please, someone fuck me. I need someone inside me.’

    When the slide of the cock came, I was well open for it, and it just went deeper and deeper and deeper. He wasn’t thick, but he was extra long.

    I cried out that what he was doing was exactly what I wanted, and when he was completely embedded and started to slowly pump me, he gasped as I started to roll my hips within the limited freedom I had, going with the fuck, and causing my channel muscles to make love to his cock.

    I told him how much I loved having him inside me and begged him to do this and that, and he responded.

    ‘Please, though, not like this,’ I murmured. ‘I want to make love to you too. Free me so that I can make love to you too.’

    A command was voiced, several pairs of hands worked at my bindings, and I was free. The blindfold came off, and whoever had freed me slinked into the shadows of the room. I was looking up into the face of the Lieutenant – Mezian al-Masmud, the president of Bulla Regia. Exactly as planned.

    I was on my back in a mountain of pillows. We were in a large tent of some sort, and there was a soft glow beyond the tent walls. But it was still very dark inside the tent. Mezian was crouched between my spread legs, leaning over my torso, loosely embracing my chest in his arms. He had come out of me during the untrussing.

    He was a handsome fellow. Early forties perhaps, with a delicate, sensual face, milk-chocolate eyes, and black, curly head hair. He had a long, lean body covered with a matting of curly black hair. The cock jutting out of his bush was also long and lean.

    ‘Please, please kiss me,’ I murmured. And he leaned down and took my lips in his and gasped as I reached down and took his cock in both of my hands and guided him back inside me.

    We fucked slowly, sensually, completely, for hours, in the end with him on his back on the pillows and me riding his cock in slow, deep-penetrating rolling of my hips, like a ship riding the waves.

    At dawn, men in flowing, sparkling white dishdasha Arabic robes came into the tent, Mezian disengaged from his full-body embrace of me and left with a few of them. The remaining men washed my body with tubs of water and sponges and dried me and put a white dishdasha over my head. Then they bound and blindfolded me as the tent was being struck around me.

    We traveled for hours in vehicles. I knew there was more than one, because I could hear more than one motor around me. Sometime during the trip I was seized and inspected closely by someone they called ‘doctor,’ and a sample of blood was taken from my arm.

    When we reached wherever we were going, I once more was deposited in a pile of pillows. But this time I was inside a mud brick room. The windows were barred, but we seemed to be in a town of some size. I was taken to a primitive privy in a small room off the larger one I was in, and then I was fed a simple but nourishing meal and then bathed and massaged and rubbed with ointment by a masseur whose massive hard on told me that he wanted me too, but that he dare not take me – although when I moved his hand to my cock, he enjoyed stroking – and then sucking – me to an ejaculation. I needed to cultivate the need for any man here for me. I could not discount any help I might get from someone I’d pleased.

    I was clothed in a clean, white dishdasha, and I sat in the pillows, demurely, until Mezian appeared. He was in a dishdasha as well, and looked magnificent.

    He came down into the pillows and embraced and kissed me and ran his hands under the hem of my dishdasha and all over my body as I sighed and moaned. I was stretched out beside him, when he took a sharp knife, giving me a moment of panic, and slit the side of my dishdasha. He barked a command and an attendant came in and took away the knife. Then he ran his hand into the slit and took possession of my cock and, while holding me close in his embrace and kissing me whenever I turned my lips to his, slowly stroked me to completion, ignoring all of my entreaties for him to fuck me.

    I thought he would take me then, but he didn’t. He lowered his hand to my balls and fondled those as I sighed and moaned for him, and then he went even lower and entered me with his fingers. My hole had been well greased, and he finger fucked me as I became hard again and writhed and moaned for him to exchange the fingers for his long cock. Then he took my cock in his hand and stroked me to a second ejaculation.

    I was exhausted and worn out, but that’s when he told me to stand, and he pulled the slit dishdasha over my head and pushed me over to a wall with my back to the cool mud bricks. He didn’t take his dishdasha off but merely hiked it up around his waist and crouched down as he spread my thighs with his hands and moved the head of his cock up to my open hole. I settled my channel on his cock and then grunted and lifted my legs to encircle his waist as I groaned and groaned and groaned with his cock pushing my back up and down on the coarse mud-brick wall as his cock moved inside my channel. He wore no condom this time – bringing to mind the visit I’d had by a doctor while en route to here – and I cried out in a passion that pleased him as he set forth his flow deep inside me.

    The ritual was repeated the third day when we were in yet another town, this time near the sea. We didn’t fuck that night. That night I made love to Mezian’s body, playing his body like a violin with my caressing hands and my lips, giving his curly body hair a sensual bath and taking his cock in my mouth and draining him three times so that he drifted off to sleep before making any more use of it.

    The fourth night, in a tent again, out on the desert, I lay on my belly as Mezian rode my ass in reverse, reaching down into my channel in angles that had me howling my lust and passion. And the next night, still in a tent, but miles away from the previous encampment, I was laid on my shoulders and the back of my neck, with my torso raised, while Mezian crouched over my hips and held my legs spread with his hands and fucked down into me deeper than he ever had before.

    All the time I was with Mezian in those days before the end, he never fucked me the same way twice. He told me that he was besotted with me and that there were a thousand and one ways he wanted to take me. And I told him that no one had satisfied me sexually as he did or made me as happy – and I was telling the truth.

    On that last night, after sex that entailed me riding his lap, we lay there and kissed and cooed to each other.

    ‘What sort of literature do you read, sire?’ I asked.

    ‘Romance, nineteenth-century European Romance,’ he said.

    I laughed, said I was happy to hear that, and gave him a kiss.

    At nearly that precise moment, all hell broke out, and after a short firefight outside the tent, commandos streamed into the tent and seized Mezian. He stood and turned his face to the tent flap and spat out a ‘You!’

    I looked in that direction, and there was a twin of Mezian standing at the entrance. And behind him was Sam Winterberry.

    Mezian was bustled out of the tent, and Sam Winterberry handed me a dishdasha, and waited until I was covered, to speak.

    ‘You did very well, Guy. The homing device we had implanted at the back of your head worked a charm. We’ve been tracking you for days. I hope we’ve arrived soon enough.’

    I said nothing.

    ‘Oh, and let me introduce Mezwar al-Masmud, Mezian’s brother. I think the people have seen Mezian so rarely now that his brother will be able to pose as him. They might be surprised, however, at the slow, but relentless improvement in Bulla Regia’s relationship with Western nations and oil companies.’

    There was a swirl of activity, but then I was alone in the tent with Winterberry.

    ‘The Lieutenant?’ I asked.

    ‘Oh, don’t worry, he’ll be treated like a prince. He’ll live better than he has here. He’ll just be a bit restricted in his movements – well, more than a bit. We have very nice, out-of-the way places to accommodate men like him. We won’t kill him. Never know when he might become useful. Now he can become the invisible man he always wanted to be.’

    ‘Sam,’ I said. ‘About that favor. I think I earned it now.’

    ‘Want to retire, do you?’

    ‘Not just that, Sam. I want to go wherever you send Mezian. I want to be with him.’

    Winterberry raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t tell me no.


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