Author: admin

  • A Single day begins a long journey together

    I pulled into the Forest Preserve parking lot and took one of the last 2 spaces. There was an open space next to me as I opened the door and stepped out. A man reading a book in the car across the space looked me up and down.

    He must have liked what he saw as he said, ‘I believe you’re the guy, Chuck Jorgensen , said I might be interested in meeting’.

    ‘You know Chuck?’ I said walking over.

    ‘Yes, he said you have the largest balls he’s ever seen and a very good sized cock.’ I can tell from that bulge in your jeans he’s very right.

    Looking around for a Ranger, I unzipped and carefully pulled out my cock and balls. Pressing up against his car I rested them on the door of his car. Without any hesitation he slipped his mouth over the glans and his fingers began to massage my balls. Almost involuntarily I started to pump his mouth.

    ‘Wait this area is a little dangerous but I wanted to taste that,’ I can’t do much here anyway with this chair and the rough terrain; he said motioning to the wheelchair in the back seat. ‘Can you come over to my house, I live close?’

    The vanity of having him comment on my balls and cock and the fact Chuck knew him lead me to accept and 15-20 mins later I was watching him get out of the car and wheel his chair into his house.

    Inside the house I shed my jeans and all I had on below the waist were briefs that I pulled up to revel my ass cheeks. A ¾ hard on indicated my direction and interest as I walked past him.

    His hand swept over my ass cradling it and he squeezed a cheek. ‘Help me get undressed he asked’ as he slipped off his sport shirt, tee and chain then waited for me to pull his pants down. I went down on his cock for a moment as soon as I slid the trousers and briefs down. Free of those, I spread his footrests and jacking myself off I went to work on his cock, a medium length, medium thick, bit salty, sensitive head stick of pleasure.

    He stopped me and said, ‘listen we have time…..go sit on the back of that couch.’

    After I had he pulled his chair up and had me position my legs on the arms of the chair.

    I laid back on the couch back and was suspended between it and the chair arms as he licked and sucked my balls taking each into his mouth, tonguing them, sucking them, then slid my cock down his throat and took me to the edge 3 times then slipped his mouth off my cock. I was lying there when his tongue took my asshole. I say took as I’ve never had a tongue that far in my asshole before.

    Unable to resist I arched my back and wiggled my ass and began begging for more. His hands spread my cheeks and his tongue went almost to my tonsils. I pumped my hips and begged for his pleasuring.

    He stopped for a moment and I asked how he knew I loved rimming and tongue fucking so much? Oh, Chuck, he said you wanted it every day and it seemed you even wanted it even more than him doing you cock.

    He just started up again and the doorbell rang once, and then rang again. His tongue was penetrating my asshole again so when the door opened I could have cared less. Whomever it was cleared their throat and I glanced towards them. Standing at the end of the Living Room was Chuck Jorgensen and only through the door about 30 seconds he was already undressing.

    ‘How is he Joe?’ he asked. ‘Exactly as you said, control his asshole, Joe’ said slipping a finger into my ass’ and he’ll do anything.’

    I arched again to take his rimming….and push his finger deeper.

    Chuck walked over and said,’ More importantly I want to know how he fucks and sucks?’ dropping a semi-flaccid cock on my lips. I suckled it and used an arm to pull him closer and motioned him to pump my mouth. He was excited and I started to taste his precum. He pulled out and said I have other places for that.

    We stopped and took Joe into the bedroom. Placing him on the edge of the bed, I went down on his cock.

    Chuck started licking my asshole as he did every day that I saw him; I wiggled, pushed back and even spread my cheeks not missing a stroke sucking Joe’s cock. Suddenly Chuck’s mouth pulled off and a hand covered in olive oil painted my crack.

    A cock head, Chucks, meeting my asshole, quickly followed that lubing and with a firm grip on my hips he penetrated me. Now regardless if your asshole been tongued a 100+ times, if you’ve never had a vibrator, butt plug or cock in your ass before the first one always seems big. He pushed all the way in slowly. I held my breath as I tried to relax.

    I wanted him but my way so I pressed back on him as deep as I could so he would stay still. I wiggled a bit on him while hhhmmmming as I sucked Joe.

    I relaxed as much as I can but the cock in my ass was definitely bigger than the one I had sucked in my mouth earlier.

    I started to work him hoping he’d stay still until I had myself open…lengthening stokes by ¼’ inches rather than halves. Finally after 5-10-15 mins ( I have no idea how long it really was) I loosened and after 20-30 mins he was fucking me like I was his doggie in heat. His hands had transferred to my shoulders and I was as hot as he was when I felt the hot cum shoot up into me and he pulled me back fully against him as he shot and shot.. As if the fates approved Joe shot down my throat just after Chuck had taken my anal cherry. I reached one hand back to keep Chuck in my ass as long as I could as my other stripped the cum from Joe’s cock to my eager tongue..

    I had an idea about Chuck and as we separated I fell forward onto the floor, spread my ass cheeks and gaping hole and teased him to eat me clean. He did arousing me again and now I wanted someone to fuck me. I sucked Joe up moving him to the center of the bed. Since he was paralyzed below the waist, I oiled my ass and facing his feet slowly made his cock disappear into my asshole.

    He mentioned I had a great ass so I fucked him slowly making his cock head pop out and re-enter me every stroke as I took every inch. Chuck straddled his legs facing me and force-fed me his cock. Hands gripping my head as they forced my mouth onto his cock.. There was a little ATM taste on his cock but the olive oil on his cock kept me from gagging.

    Joe talks me into a rush of desire as he mumbled a running commentary of how close he is to cumming and how good I am on his cock. Finally just as his cock popped out of me, he began to spurt all over his cockhead and my sphincter then I slipped it back up into me. After pushing it deep, I shifted up to ride just the head coaxing every drop from his twitching cock.

    Chuck is almost ready but I slow him down. I want him or should I say my asshole wants him. I roll off Joe and onto my back. I can feel the cum running from my asshole. Chuck kneels there figuring I want my asshole sucked again but instead I cry for him to fuck me.

    Pushing my legs up and reaching for his cock I guide//pull him into me…inserting his cockhead in my open asshole and my legs wrapping around him as I pull him in. Fuck me….ram me hard and make me feel it I challenged him.

    Legs in the air, ass gripping the older man’s cock, 2 men’s cum about to mix in me again. I’m fucking the man I let take me first, my cherry popper and right now all I want is his cock. I need. I want to feel his cum again. He rams me hard my cum filled ass making sucking sounds as he does.

    I think this old man fucks good enough if I never fuck anyone else other than these 2 men a 1000 times my hole would be filled and happy. My legs are pushed up over my shoulders as I feel him release and my legs and arms flail to drive him deeper and longer. Fuck your whore I whisper in his ear….give me….that cock. His thrusting drove cum from both Joe and him out of me and I felt it trickle down the crack of my ass.

    Finally he slowed and slipped from me as he lowered my legs. I rolled around to suck his cock, not worried about ATM as I licked and slurped cum from both my lovers mixed with my own ass drippings from his cock, especially sucking his balls.

    Twenty-four hours before I was a guy who enjoyed a blow job, ass play and maybe sucking a cock in return. Now, I was a cum slut for 2 men almost old enough to be my Father.

    As I cleaned the last drop off his cock I crawled over and began sucking Joe’s cock intent on riding it again.

    Hard again, I mounted him and as I was sitting on him trying to push him deeper , I slipped my hands behind me and heard a hard click and felt cold steel. I was cuffed and mounting his cock trapped. I rode on figuring, well not figuring anything. Joe motioned me to lean over and sucked my nipple, gripping the other nipple in his pinching fingers he held me as strong pinching heavy weighted nipple clamps were attached to both my nipples. In a few minutes I had went from servicing cum slut to trapped cum slut.

    ‘Go on’ he said. You have to satisfy us to have those taken off. I did as I was told grinding back and forth on his cock before riding him to a long filling orgasm that leaked out around my asshole. As I contemplated his cum in me, I thought maybe this isn’t so bad but then I am bound. As Chuck helped me off him, he jacked my cock and massaged my balls. Then placed a weighted sack around the base of my cock that swung noticeably as I walked. I was told to get on my knees. Chuck backed up to me and pulling a chair over he backed up onto my cock. My cockhead, pressed against his hole. The hole gave a bit then my cock slide in as he pressed back. He was a tight fit for a man who I assumed had fucked a lot in his life. We’ve had trouble with you young fellows fucking too fast and cumming too soon so the gear you have on. Fuck too fast and that swinging bag will smash your balls, and the bag is better than a cock ring holding you back from cumming.

    ‘Yeah, but it’ll take a real load to get off’, I asked.

    Yes, but those big nuts of yours are loaded and if you recall, in all this sex we’ve been having, all this fucking and sucking, you’ve never been allowed to cum. So when your balls ache that much for release, you’ll cum.

    He moved back and forth, my cock entering him deeper then coming out so the head split his asshole. He teased my cockhead with his asshole before plunging back on me completely. I leaned forward and started to fuck him back. My nuts swelled and a low aching started after 15-20 mins. He wiggled his ass as I fucked him and pressed back wanting it deep and as he wanted it. As a half hour came up, he reached between his legs and held my nut sack in his hand, then squeezed it as I moaned. I asked him, ‘how long do you usually go?’

    ‘Long as I want…..last boy lasted 2 hours’, he replied.

    If I tried to fuck him faster, he pulled out and just on the head of my cock the stimulation was worse. I tried once to stop and he did things with his colon strong enough to almost bring me off than stopped.

    At 90 minutes, I bite his back and begged him to let me cum….

    At 2 hours he said,’ you’re better than the last boy…..he’d cum all over my ass by this time.

    At 2-1/2 hours he sped up and I screamed with a cramp in my nut sack, he grabbed me and as he released the weighted sack massaged a pint of crème painfully released into his ass. I lay over his back, spent and wiped from the exertion and the release.

    He lead me back to bed where I sucked and fucked Joe again and, after a brief scare that I’d have to eat my own cum out of his ass, he fucked me as I sucked a semi-flaccid Joe.

    Finally the cuffs, nipple clamps and sack were off and I lay exhausted on the bed. We had been sucking, fucking and playing for over 12 hours.

    ‘You’d never been fucked before today had you?’ Chuck asked.

    ‘Nope, a little cock sucking, rimming but never taken cock,’ I replied.

    ‘Well Joe and I want you back…… ‘We want to have you service us and we’ll take care of you.’

    ‘Would it include the bondage?’ I asked hopefully.

    ‘Yes, and sometimes harsher actions’ ‘It makes Joe hard to see a bound toy flogged.’

    Wow, I said aloud. Handcuffs, weighted nipple clamps, a bag weighing my balls and flogging and being fucked……..can I stay!!!!!!!!! I’m spent, tired and just the idea of bound, flogged and fucked almost made me cum.

    So I became their cum slut, bottom, slave and anything else these two men wanted, eventually including even eating my own cum out of Chuck’s ass.

    15 Years later, our relationships still intact I sucked, rode and serviced all their needs one last time till death took theses two lovers from me.

  • Dad put’s on a show for me.

    My name is Jason, I am 18 years old and tonight, might be the best night of my life! I was late leaving work, it was around 11:00 pm, I drove to my house I got out of the car, locked it, and I walked into my house, I opened the door, and the house was silent. Dad probably went to bed I thought, I careful close the door behind me and I took off my shoes, and crept silently up to my room, as I passed my father’s room I heard moaning ‘What the fuck?’ I said quietly, his bedroom door was ajar so I peeked it, my mouth dropped open from the sight I saw. My dad is on his back his legs raised up, I can see his hairy ass, and he was shoving a dildo in his hole. He moaned even louder as he grabbed his 8 inch cock and started stroking it furiously, I don’t know what came over me but, I started rubbing my own cock from the sight of my dad, I moaned softly, but I suddenly came to my senses I can’t let him see me. I hurried off to my room, and close the door, (quietly) my cock was still hard; I took off my clothes, and started stroking my own cock.

    I moaned softly, and images of my naked dad flash through my mind, I whimper softly, I wanted him, ‘Jason?’ I jumped and turned, I saw my dad standing in the doorway! And he is holding his dildo also! ‘I-Uh,’ I couldn’t find the right words, but as I look at my dad,I couldn’t tell what he’s thinking but I got a good view of my dad. Dad had a hairy chest, my dad has very strong legs and strong upper body he, I licked my lips staring at the sight of him. ‘Jason did you saw me?’ I nodded sheepishly I didn’t know what to expect after that, I thought he will just get mad at me, and ground me, or even hurt me, but instead.

    ‘Did you like watching me?’ I gasped slightly and said ‘Oh god yes,’ my dad grinned and close the door behind him; he walked over me and placed a hand on my shoulder, ‘Do you want to watch again?’ ‘Yes!’ I blurted out, dad laughed and patted me on the shoulder and walked over to my bed, and he lay down on the bed, he raised his legs, my mouth watered as I looked at his hole. ‘Sit down and enjoy the show son.’ I pulled my chair away from my desk, and set it in front of the bed, I sat down and once again started stroking, dad started sucking his own fingers, as he pull them out and started rubbing his hole ‘Fuck’ he said as he pushed his fingers into his hole, I stroked faster, my dad smiled ‘You like this do you?’ ‘Yes! I love this! Please don’t stop!’

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    My dad placed the dildo on the floor, as he slowly slipped the dildo up his hole, he started bouncing up and down and moaning ‘Uh-fuck, yeah.’ He started stroking his cock, I looked at him at his face, his face was filled with pure pleasure, and I wanted to know how it feels like. Dad started rubbing and pinching his nipples ‘Oh god dad, you look so hot.’ My dad started grunting suddenly ‘S-son I’m going to c-cum, watch your daddy shoot his load! OH FUUUUCCCCKKK!’ He yelled out as his load was fired, his load splashes against my foot ‘DAD I’M SHOOTING TOO!’ I shot my own load, the sperm landed all over my chest; my dad crawled to my feet, and licked his cum off. He then started licking the cum off my chest. I moaned my dad pull my head towards his, as he shoved his tongue right into mine, feeding me his cum and mine. But I didn’t want this to end, I want more!


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  • The Restaurant

    The Restaurant- Part 1

    Introduction

    ‘I just don’t know what to do?’ said Mike as he stared forlornly over the parklands, ‘I mean I have tried everything to keep our relationship going but Joe really doesn’t seem interested in me anymore.’

    Sitting on the bench, confiding in me was a natural thing for Mike to do, we had dated for a few months and parted ways after I got a new job out of town, but we had remained friends and picked up the friendship when I returned 3 years ago. I sighed as I looked over at my pal and wondered how anyone could be bored with this fine young man. He had been jogging and the sweat gleamed off his muscled pecs and dripped down a wash board stomach where it dampened the fine mat of hair above the band of his shorts. I was recollecting the feel of his firm full arse and the cute little dimples that teased you as he walked away, not to mention the feel of his firm, hard cock that would take on a life of its own when fully erect, I barely registered that he was still speaking.

    ‘What should I do?’ he repeated, as if I had all the answers on how to make a relationship work. I was getting a bit annoyed at the barrage of questions, so I quietly changed the subject and asked if he had heard of the new Restaurant that had opened on 53rd Street.

    ‘It’s supposed to be ‘Men only’, the staff are very professional and the food is great!’ I said, more to avoid the direction of the prior conversation than from any real knowledge. A friend of mine, Leo, was a member and had promised to invite me along for dinner Saturday night. ‘Why don’t you and Joe join us? We can double date.’ The sight pause was not for any double meaning, but I wasn’t sure where I exactly stood with Leo.

    ‘Sure! It would be good to get out.’ Mike replied looking less than satisfied with the change of topic ‘See you at nine on Saturday then’ He uncurled his body from the seat, set his stop watch and continued with his daily run. I sat there watching his muscled back as it got smaller in the distance, sighed and made my way back to the office.

    Part 1- The interview

    On 53rd Street the Restaurant was gearing up for the weekend rush and Manuel glanced over the hopeful staff that sat in the foyer waiting for their interview. Manuel motioned to the first candidate and the young man eagerly came forward, his resume clutched in slightly sweat dampened fingers his other hand stretched out in front of him for the traditional greeting but Manuel deftly avoided it. Looking slightly confused the young man sat in the seat opposite and presented his credentials instead.

    ‘James Smart- pleased to meet you sir.’ James went on resolutely, trying to work out why Manuel wasn’t looking at the neatly typed documents in front of him but instead was studying at him with a cool stare. ‘I am looking forward to working with you. Your reputation in Chicago is famous and I hope that you will consider me for the position.’

    Manuel gave a slight snort and leant forward to whisper ‘So you think you know what your position will be?’

    When James nodded confidently, Manuel stood suddenly and addressed the rest of the group ‘No more staff required today. Thankyou for your time.’ The others left quietly and Manuel led James to the rear of the Restaurant after locking the door behind him. ‘In there you will find your uniform, get changed and meet me in the kitchen so I can introduce you to the key members of our staff’

    James entered the small locker room and located a bag with a few scanty pieces of clothing; mentally shrugging he started unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it neatly on a spare hanger. When he was completely undressed he looked over to the mirror and admired his own body. James was proud of the mat of hair that clung to his pecs down his tight stomach and ending in a thatch covering his balls. His cock began to stir as he gently caressed his arse but had to quickly reprimand himself or he would never be able to stuff it into the uniform. What looked like a cross piece of soft leather painted gold fastened around his chest, defining his well developed pecs, lifting the muscle into two hard globes, the glint of gold from his nipple ring nicely accented. Next came the pure white jockstrap made from the same soft leather and the ingenious modification came in the form of a zipper that allowed easy access. The feeling of the leather against his cock and balls was exciting and his already lengthening cock and to try to keep his mind off it pulled on a pair of gold ankle length boots, the style, he recognised as those worn by boxers except for the soles which were as soft as the sides.

    After checking his appearance in the mirror, James walked out of the locker room with a smirk lighting up his handsome features. The Restaurant was empty except for the bar man who was polishing a rack of glasses. James walked confidently up to him ‘James Smart, pleased to meet you.’ His hand thrust out as before, the bar man took to warmly ‘Troy’ he replied, his deep smooth voice purred as his eyes roved over James’ leather clad body. His uniform differed only slightly with tight leather jockey shorts instead of the jock strap. ‘Floor staff?’ he asked. James nodded and Troy explained that only floor staff wear the strap all bar staff wear the shorts. ‘You had better hurry to the kitchen; Manuel doesn’t like to be kept waiting’.

    James nodded his thanks and quickly went down the hallway at the rear of the Restaurant, Manuel was waiting at the doors to the kitchen staring at his watch grunted at James and opened the doors. ‘In this place your name is Troy, James stays at home. All the staff here are named Troy except me; you will address me as ‘Sir’ and the Head chef, who you will call ‘Chef”

    He led the way into the kitchen where there was the usual bustle of activity, an organised chaos led by the burley ‘Chef’. ‘Troy’ looked approvingly at the 6’6′ frame rippled with muscle and only wearing an apron to cover his broad chest. He turned away to check on something on the stove and ‘Troy’ noted that he wore only a G-string made from the same white leather he was wearing. Glancing around the room ‘Troy’ could see that all the kitchen staff were in the same uniform except for the youngest that had their strap moved to one side and the tell-tale sign of a butt-plug could be seen. One of the older men had finished the dish he was preparing and ordered the younger one to remove his plug. He obeyed without pausing and the older man replaced it with his cock. He started to thrust in and out of the young arse; the boy calmly picked up the peeler and continued his work as the man fucked him. The grunting could barely be heard over the noise in the room but the roar of satisfaction was clearly audible as the man spewed his load deep into the willing arse. A chorus of shouted approval greeted the pair as the boy replaced his plug; dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick the mess off his superiors cock and balls.

    Troy was watching the unfolding scene intently and was slightly startled when a shadow loomed over him. ‘So you like to watch?’ Chef had moved over to Troy and was smiling ‘Good, follow me’

    He moved toward the older man who was gratefully receiving the wash down and offered his hand in welcome ‘Willie’ he grunted as his cock stared to stiffen again under the attention from the boy ‘Enough Willie!’ he pushed the youngster away. The boy shrugged his shoulders and got back to work on the vegetables. ‘He will give me a heart attack’ complained the older Willie ‘He is ready at any time and his butt is so sweet’

    ‘Maybe you should pace yourself.’ Chef smiled and led Troy away from them introducing all the ‘Willies’ that made up his team. Most just smiled a welcome or lazily waved as they continued their tasks however there were enough bolder ones that used the excuse to feel up the ‘Fresh Meat’ that had wandered in. By the time that they had made a circuit of the Kitchen Troy had a raging hard-on after all the butt grabbing and not so tender grabbing of his cock and balls.

    Chef smiled knowingly at the obvious bulge in the front of Troy’ jock and guided him gently toward the vegetable store room by the stiff member. He easily picked the much lighter Troy onto a bench and swiftly undid the zipper at the front of his jock. Freed from confinement his cock leapt forward like an eager racehorse and Chef adjusted his balls out of the hole so that his manhood stood proudly out against the white fabric. Troy felt the hair grab as the zipper was pulled down and winced slightly but the slight pain was forgotten as Chef began to massage the member to its full potential. ‘You must shave down before service tonight, or you will have patches missing before dessert service’ Chef advised ‘That goes for your whole body, Manuel doesn’t like any hair to get into the food’ Troy thought the idea was wise but he was proud of his chest hair and was reluctant to give it up. All thoughts of vanity were cast out of his mind as Chef lowered his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the aching cock head. Troy moaned quietly as Chef fed more as more of the erection deeper down his throat until the entire length was consumed. Troy could feel his throat muscles massaging his cock as Chef swallowed over and over not moving until he was forced to take a breath. He quickly inhaled and plunged straight back down to repeat the throat massage. Troy felt the familiar tingle in his balls and knew that if the Chef continued with this onslaught he would be receiving a gut full of cum in no time.

    Chef was wise to what was going on and released his cock and flipped Troy onto his stomach, ‘Don’t get used to that’ Chef said ‘that was a one time treat. Call it your welcome present.’ He was busy massaging Troy’s arse with both meaty hands and gave a small snort of disapproval when he found the quivering rose bud dry. ‘Lube up before shift, customers will want you ready at all times’ Troy blushed and turned away, he couldn’t believe he had made such a basic mistake. Then he felt a cold liquid spread over his arse and his hole was pried open by a single finger from the meaty Chef.

    Troy fully expected to be fucked straight away by the huge man and glanced over his shoulder to see if his cock was as impressive as the rest of his physique but Chef was still clad in his apron and G-string. He lifted his hand and showed him a very long cucumber that had been smeared it what seemed to be the same liquid that the long finger was oiling his hole. Troy jolted as the probing finger found his prostate and massaged it until he felt he couldn’t take any more.

    ‘Fuck me! Fill me with that huge cock I know you have under your apron!’ Troy gasped. Grabbing each of his own arse cheeks and spreading them wide for the onslaught he knew was coming. Chef smiled and removed his finger replacing it with the vegetable dildo, it was cold from the refrigerator, the cooling sensation doused the fire in Troy’s butt and the combination was driving him crazy. Bucking wildly he allowed as much of the huge tool inside him as was possible but when he glanced over his shoulder again noted that only half of it was consumed.

    Troy’s attention is drawn away from the invader inside him as another cook entered the store room as started selecting produce from the various containers. Chef saw the handsome young cook and ordered him to ‘drop to and give him 20’, the man drops to his knees and lifts the Chef’s apron to reveal the white G-string stretched out of shape by the massive cock trapped inside. ‘That’s right Willie, suck on my fat cock’ the young cook licked his lips nervously as he removed the thin piece of fabric. Chef’s cock jumped out in relief, almost poking out the eye of the cook on his knees. The huge tool bulged with thick veins and perfect mushroom head. The cook was familiar with most of the other staff but somehow had managed to avoid the monster he was faced with now, he licked the pre-cum off the oozing slit and opened wide to take as much as he could in.

    Troy had been watching from his position on the bench and was glad to have the vegetable as a warm up to the main event. Chef was roughly pushing it back and forth pushing more and more into his willing hole, Troy was starting to get used to the cold tool as his arse warmed it from the inside, pushing back to make each stroke deeper and longer. The cook had only managed the top third of the Chef’s python and was mumbling inaudibly. When he reached 20 he gave the spit slick cock a kiss, rose to his feet and left with his produce. ‘Send in the Willie twins’ the Chef called over his shoulder to the cook who was disappearing around the corner and an instant later 2 men of Troy’s age swaggered into the room.

    They stood in front of Troy each with a hand on each others crutch, they were identical. Blonde, 6’1′, smooth, lean. Troy almost forgot the cucumber up his arse and leant forward to touch the mirror images. On cue the men let their aprons fall to the floor and let the tiny underwear follow, their perfect bodies were matched by identical erections curving toward the ceiling. They moved forward to allow Troy to touch them and began to kiss each other passionately. Troy explored the contours of both their chests, moving over flat stomaches, down through silky blonde pubes and firmly grasping both erections.

    Chef had slowly removed the cucumber and Troy felt the absence keenly as it popped out. His arse was once again being massaged by the strong fingers and he felt his hole stretch as it accommodated for 3-4 fingers (Troy wasn’t sure, his attention was on the gods in front of him). The twins broke off their kiss and the group adjusted their positions for the final act. Troy rolled onto his back, scooted forward so that his arse was over the edge, giving Chef the access to his hungry hole. The first twin hoisted himself onto the bench and lay head-to-toe so he had access to Troy’s cock which by now weeping pre-cum in a steady stream. The second twin moved so that his cock was over Troy’s face and now he was looking at 2 perfect cocks’ ready to be serviced.

    Troy felt a stab of pain as Chef roughly rammed his entire 11 inches in one thrust and stopped to give Troy a chance to get used to it. The cold vegetable had numbed his hole and it took no time at all for Troy to start squirming in pleasure. Chef took this as a signal and started thrusting his hips to the rhythm playing on the radio, the fast beat jolted the bench as Chef moved harder and harder. Soon the sound of his cock and balls slapping into Troy were joined by groans of pleasure coming from both twins as they were expertly serviced by Troy. Taking hold of both cocks his head whipped around taking the first then the second down his willing throat. The first twin was worshipping Troy’s cock, swooping down in smooth strokes and coming up for air only when Troy released his brothers’ cock to suck his.

    Chef could feel the sweat dripping down his chest and wondered how Manuel could pick out such talented staff. He glanced up from the powerful image of his own cock disappearing inside the new recruit and settled on the twins sucking and being sucked.

    Troy didn’t know how much longer he would last the huge, cock up his arse one in his mouth, not mention the talented mouth on his own was a lethal mix designed to send him over the edge. Troy didn’t want it to end but he was also a little afraid that if he was first it would jeopardise his new job.

    The situation was solved for him as both the twins started to moan louder and as Troy picked up the pace, was rewarded with a long stringy rope of cum that hit him squarely on the chin. Covering the head with his mouth he was able to catch the rest of the blast down his throat and greedily swallowed the next 4 blasts. As the first twin started to soften Troy turned his head just in time to receive the second twins’ blast and he opened his mouth to fully taste the cream. Chef was humping as hard and fast as possible and the bench was swaying alarmingly. With a final thrust he planted his cock to the hilt and let out a roar as Troy felt blast after blast of hot cum fill him to bursting point.

    Cheers could be heard from the Kitchen as the 4 men cleaned up and dressed ‘See you for service tonight’ said Chef adjusting his spent cock back into the G-string. He looked at the twins and smiled ‘Tell them where you live and I’ll send them over for your shave down’. He left the store room and Troy relayed directions to his small apartment, the twins nodded that they knew where it was and told him to expect them at 5 pm.

    Troy went back out to the Restaurant where the bar man ‘Troy’ was still polishing glasses. Troy was amazed to realise that only half an hour had passed since going into the Kitchen. He saw Manuel looking over the reservations for that night and walked over to him.

    ‘Did you meet everyone?’ Manuel asked with a cheeky grin. He glanced over to a line of small monitors that showed security video of the whole venue. ‘If you want the tape, I will give it to you but a lot of money can be made if you consent to release it. I will handle the transaction and you will have full disclosure. I don’t want anything from the sale; it is yours to do with what you please.’

    Troy was startled by his generosity and looked over to Troy to see if there was some sort of catch but Troy just smiled and said ‘You can trust him, I have made more money from sales than tips, but then again those are great too!’

    Manuel held up a tape and said ‘Your choice’

    Troy reached for it ‘Thanks but I think I’ll keep the first one for myself’

    ‘Suit yourself’ shrugged Manuel ‘Your shift begins at 8pm. Don’t be late’ he handed over the tape and a package ‘the rest of your uniform, now you have passed the interview. See you tonight.’ He walked back toward the kitchen and Troy quickly dressed and left with a hearty goodbye to Troy.

    At the apartment he put the video into the player, grabbed a soda and sat down to unwrap the package. Glancing at the screen he was amazed at the quality of the tape, it started with the interview and moved to the dressing room. Troy (James) was a little embarrassed with his posing but the longer he looked he slowley realised that this was the way that others saw him and it was a nice view. Manuel had the flair of a movie maker with some expensive equipment cameras were all over the place and the variety of different shots was amazing.

    He looked down at the package when ‘old Willie’ started fucking ‘young Willie’. Deciding that it was much better in the flesh he concentrated on the contents. They were explained in a note which also included the staff rules. He put that to the side and took out the extra jockstraps and also a set of the jockey shorts for bar shifts. The final items were a butt plug which was to be worn during all food service and a golden cock ring. Troy was eager to try out both and in a flash was lying naked on the couch the butt plug firmly in place and the ring forcing blood into his cock making it look bigger than before. The video was starting the scene with Chef and Troy lay back to enjoy his own performance.

    Stroking his cock slowly he was so engrossed in the video that he failed to hear the door open and jumped up when a shadow blocked the light. His cock was quickly deflating from the shock but he soon realised that it was only the twins and he sank back onto the couch gasping in panic.

    ‘Hey is this our scene?’ asked the first twin ‘Are you going to keep it? Can we have a copy?’

    ‘Yes, to all 3 questions’ laughed Troy

    ‘Cool!’ said the second ‘Well, are you ready? You look ready!’

    We all marched to the bathroom where the boys started a bath and quickly got undressed. Troy was told to stand in the tub and they began lathering him all over his chest, stomach, groin and upper thighs. They told him to turn around and bend over and when Troy pulled apart his cheeks they giggled before taking out the plug.

    ‘You must have forgotten this’ remarked the first twin ‘but after having Chefs’ cock up your arse you are forgiven’

    They all laughed and the twins started to shave him with the sureness of professionals. Troy relaxed and gave himself over to the men, allowing them access everywhere. After a short while Troy’s cock started to respond to the caress of the blade and the gentle fingers that probed and checked that the job was done.

    The twins smiled at each other ‘I’ll finish this off, you finish that off’

    Rinsing off the extra suds the first twin grabbed Troy’s cock and sucked it like a lollypop. Troy couldn’t tell them apart but he noticed the different style and assumed that he had now been sucked by both twins. The first in the Kitchen and the other here.

    It didn’t take long for Troy to shoot his load into the willing mouth and the shave down was done. Troy took a shower and marvelled at the smooth flesh and realised that he could grow it back whenever he wanted. Coming out of the bathroom the twins were watching the video in a 69 position polishing each others cocks until they came over each other and staining the couch.

    ‘Hey Troy! We have to go, Chef will kill us if we are late’ said the first twin ‘Want a lift?’

    ‘Great’ said Troy, he was surprised that the name had stuck and whenever he was at work that was who he was. He grabbed his uniform, cock ring and butt plug and ran after the boys to his first day at work.

    The Restaurant- Part 2

    Part 2 – Saturday Night Fever

    I was to meet Leo in the foyer of my building at 8.30pm on Saturday and wondered what this invitation to dinner was all about. We had been working together for the past 12 months and although he had mentioned he was gay and single he never made a move on me. Even at the staff Christmas party where we both had far too much to drink and ended up drunkenly fondling each other in the back of the cab, he said goodnight and instructed the driver to take him home.

    He was waiting when I came out of the lift, talking casually with the door man. I took a moment to look over him, the night was warm and he was dressed rather informally. Feet clad in sandals showed off his muscular calf muscles, khaki shorts containing a full bauble butt, loose short sleeve shirt with enough buttons undone to show a nice thatch of light brown hair. If he had turned at that time I knew he would capture me with his clear gaze, baby blue eyes that made women’s (and my) knees go weak.

    The door man noticed me over Leo’s shoulder and Leo turned following his gaze. He smiled and walked over to me, ‘Going to the Opera?’ he asked smiling. I looked down at my tuxedo and blushed ‘I’ll change, won’t be long’

    In the elevator I cursed Leo and myself for not wearing the proper attire. Leo because he didn’t say and myself because I didn’t ask. Fifteen minutes later I was back downstairs wearing a casual shirt and light trousers ‘Let’s go’ he said and waved goodbye to the doorman. The cab took us quickly to Mike and Joe’s apartment and then on to the Restaurant.

    Mike was sitting in between Leo and me, his perfect body covered in tight denim jeans and a tight, white T-shirt. The effect was stunning but the set of his mouth showed clearly that he had still not been able to kindle the passion between himself and Joe. Joe had commandeered the front seat next to the driver and was dressed the same except for a black T-shirt. He was talking to the driver giving unnecessary directions and loudly commenting on baseball scores and tips for various racehorses. I have always admired Mike and Joe as a couple, Joe is as dark as Mike is fair. Hard toned bodies that any porn star would be proud of and features that could grace the cover of any men’s magazine.

    We arrived and Joe paid the bill but only after he had given into Leo who had demanded that he would pay for the trip home. The Restaurant seemed closed, no flashy advertising sign, or any other sign that it was nothing but an abandoned building. Leo walked confidently up to the door where he inserted his key and motioned for the others to enter. We were standing in a small foyer with comfortable chairs lined against the wall. A man appeared at the lectern where a large book was laying open. I could see initials and numbers but no names, Leo presented a card and the man (Manuel according to his name badge) ushered us through a curtain to the bar area.

    ‘Troy will take your aperitif order’ Manuel said indicating the bar man ‘Please advise him when you are ready to be seated’

    We all took seats at the bar and soon rounds of beers were being heartily consumed. I couldn’t help staring, Troy was a god, and I drank in his lean tanned body. The harness around his chest accented the perfect pecs and a washboard stomach led down to tight little white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Joe was teasing him, ordering one beer at a time so that he bent over regularly. I was trying to hide my erection and the constant bending of those perfect globes was really getting to me. After the second round Troy pointed out the tip jar and said ‘If there is anything I can do for youplease just ask.’

    I was surprised when Leo took out his wallet dropped a note into the jar and said ‘My friend needs a little relief before dinner, if he doesn’t blow a load soon I’m afraid that he will be terrible company.’ He smiled at the dumb look on my face and then said ‘Come on you can’t hide it and we are all friends here’

    Troy was making his way around to the front of the bar. I was panicking at the thought that Leo had just paid a guy to give me head. Was this a test?

    Leo saw my reluctance and placed a few more bills in the jar ‘Go get a few of the ‘Troy’s’ to help us all out’ as Troy left on his errand Leo explained ‘They are all called Troy. It keeps the customers from attaching themselves to one particular staff member.’ Joe exclaimed that he better not get an ugly one. Mike looked disgusted at the comment but didn’t want to start an argument so early in the evening.

    Troy’s were emerging from behind a curtain each clad in the same uniform. The bar seat was in fact more of a long bench and the four demi-gods positioned themselves in front of each of us. My Troy gently pushed my legs apart and massaged my cock through the light fabric. I quickly looked at the others, Joe had his cock out already at was feeding his Troy roughly, Mike had his jeans around his ankles and his Troy was munching on his cock through the fabric, Leo was massaging his Troy’s arse as noisy slurping issued from his crotch. I felt my belt being undone and looked down to see my Troy easing the light trousers off my hips. I started to lose inhibition when his silky lips brushed my raging hard-on but I was distracted when another group of guests were being shown through to the Dining room.

    My Troy smiled up at me ‘Don’t worry they can’t see us, they can only see your friend there’ he pointed back down the line where sure enough Joe had stood up and was fiercely face fucking his Troy. I smiled and let my Troy get back to work. He licked his way down the shaft and in one gulp took my entire cock down his throat. I couldn’t help but to grab his hair and move it back and forth in the rhythm I like the best. Troy was a fast learner and matched the pace when I released him and before I knew it I was dumping a load of sperm into his mouth. He looked up at me and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I could taste the sperm on his lips and when he broke off the kiss all I could do was look at him with a dumb smile and say ‘Thanks’. His smile lit up the whole room and he gracefully left the bar, his gorgeous arse swaying in invitation.

    I was halfway to my feet when Leo grabbed my arm and pulled me back down ‘hold on there cowboy! The night is young! This isn’t a whorehouse it’s a Restaurant’

    He looked back down at the Troy that was licking his balls while massaging his thick cock with both hands. I was impressed at the size of his cock and looked closely at the head that showed his foreskin was intact. The odour coming from his crutch was intoxicating and I felt a pang of jealousy that I was not the one to give Leo this pleasure. It took all my will power not to kick this man off Leo and finish the job myself.

    My face was an open book to Leo who was groaning ‘Oh I’m close, close I’m cumming’ he jumped up and before I knew what was happening he pushed his cock between my lips just as the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I recovered quickly and drained his rod dry savouring the sweet taste of his cream. ‘That was my pre-dinner drink for you’ he smiled and grabbed my face for a bone crushing kiss. His eyes widened in surprise as I spat half of his load back into his mouth and he swallowed automatically. We both laughed and gave the Troy a long kiss.

    Mike was writhing in ecstasy and bellowed as he deposited his load all over his Troy’s face but it was cut off as Joe grabbed him and wrestled his tongue down his throat. Joe’s Troy was working hard to help Joe but the kiss did it and he spewed enough cum to fill the Troy’s mouth until it overflowed and still 4-5 spurts landed on his face and chest.

    Leo and I exchanged smiles and finished off our beers. The Troy left the room and our bar man was back behind the bar. We had another beer while we waited for Joe and Mike to surface from their passionate embrace. We had to break them apart when we had finished our beers because Leo’s stomach was rumbling so loud I was surprised they couldn’t hear it.

    Manuel led us to the dining room ‘Trousers?’ Leo promptly replied ‘No Trousers’. Manuel clicked he fingers once and a Troy led us to a room where we changed into a very short toga. I could see Mike’s butt hanging below the fabric and Leo’s cock was on display for all to see. I looked in the mirror and decided that we made a good looking foursome and wondered what the rest of the night would bring.

    Seated at our booth debating what we would eat I casually glanced around the room. Everywhere I looked ‘Troys’ wearing just the chest strap and jock straps waltzed around tables delivering wine and food. Every so often I thought I saw one of them duck under the table and satisfied smiles graced the faces of the diners. Most guests wore the toga but I did see a couple in leather chaps and caps. The smaller of the two (both were well over 6 feet tall) rose and went to the bathroom giving everyone a perfect view of his semi-hard cock and beautiful butt.

    A Troy approached the table his smooth chest and legs looked recently shaved and the small gold ring through his nipple was a real turn on.

    Leo took charge once again ‘we’ll all have the Saturday night fever to share’. I looked at the others and both Mike and Joe shrugged. The item was not the menu but we were sure it would be good. The Troy left toward the kitchen and another came up to the table, ‘Warm Towels?’ Leo nodded and the Troy ducked under the table, Mike jumped startled but Leo told him to relax and enjoy. He did and soon a smile was plastered over his face.

    The Troy moved around the table performing something I couldn’t see and Joe and Mike were having a quiet conversation. I was hopeful that they were working things out. Leo and I were making small talk when suddenly I felt something hot against my thighs and then I felt the warmth on my cock and balls as I was treated by the stud under the table. My cock sprang to attention and the Troy continued to massage my thighs. I moved a little lower and felt my arse being tended to and then the smell of liquid oil being spread all over. The sensation was bliss but I needed to know why Leo had cum on my face when he had scarcely spoke to me for over a year.

    ‘Don’t want a boy friend’ was his reply ‘but I do want a fuck buddy and I think you are hot. I wasn’t sure if you would be cool with that. I always practise safe-sex but I don’t want to be tied down to one man. Look at those two’ pointing to Joe and Mike ‘I think it’s great what they have together but it’s not really for me.’

    I was a bit shocked but at that precise moment the Troy had swallowed my cock whole and was proceeding to give me great head. Leo saw me react and stuck his head under the table ‘Just keep us hard, don’t make us cum yet. The night is too young!’ The Troy backed off and by the reaction from Joe I guessed where was.

    Entrée was a delicious medley of seafood; a huge platter arrived. Oysters, Prawns, Lobster and a whole series of different fish were placed before us and we eagerly tucked in. Suddenly Joe sighed and had a hurt look on his face but Mike interrupted with ‘Share Joe, share’

    And by the look on his face I knew where the Troy was.

    Our main course consisted of three different types of char grilled meats served on a mountain of vegetables accompanied by an array of sauces. The wine was flowing and I was getting a bit tipsy, so when I saw the leather clad men stand I thought nothing of their near naked state. The Troy at their table was suggesting coffee and brandy and they allowed themselves to be seated again after a whispered conversation. The reason became clear when another Troy knelt in front of the bigger man and began sucking his cock. The smaller man was being serviced as well but soon bent him over the table and thrust his huge cock deep into the waiters arse. I realised then why they wore the jockstrap, for easy access as well as comfort. The bigger man took his cue from the other and positioned them side by side. All I could see was the two leather butts thrusting their hips forward in unison. The pounding seemed to go on forever and another Troy placed the coffee and liqueurs on the rocking table. The leather men were coated in sweat and I leaned to my left to see the action better. The Troy under our table had made his third circuit of our table and when his mouth latched onto my cock I thought I would explode, he sensed this and quietly calmed my straining cock with a few well placed pinches.

    Things were coming to a climax at the next table; the Troys were kissing deeply arching their backs so I could see their hard cocks jutting out from the zippers as they jacked each other to orgasm. The bigger leather man let out a roar and filled the Troy with his cum but the smaller man wanted to put on a show and whipped out of the Troy at the last second spraying all over the back of his Troy. The Troys were pumping their fists so fast it seemed like a blur of motion and as they came together the long strands of cum landed in the coffee and all over the table. The show was greeted with loud applause and calls of ‘Good shot’.

    The two leather clad men bowed slightly and sipped the coffee with fresh cream.

    Our meal was going well and Mike and Joe seemed to come to a decision and included us in the conversation again. I was feeling the effect of the alcohol on my bladder and stood to use the bathroom while the main course was being cleared by the same Troy who had provided the fresh cream for coffee. He pointed me in the direction of the toilets and I casually walked across the room. Never one to show off my body to complete strangers I was feeling self conscious as I walked the length of the room. An occasional brush against my body was all the attention I received and I started to relax.

    Entering the bathroom it was clear that the male and female toilets had been combined to make one large room. Two showers were on the far side and I noticed that the other ‘Coffee Troy’ was taking a hot shower. Seeing the naked body of the Troy slick with water and soap as he lathered himself all over was compelling and I stood there drooling, my cock rising once again. He looked over and smiled and I snapped out of my trance and made my way to the cubicles where I hoped that my dick would soften enough to take a piss. Now that the showers were obstructed from view I was able to release a stream of hot golden liquid but was once again startled by a voice. Stopping mid-stream is never comfortable and I was a little annoyed that I had been disturbed. Looking to my left I saw a wide hole had been cut into the wall and a delicious man was lying naked on the floor slowly stroking his cock. He was not completely naked his head bore a black Stetson and a white handkerchief was tied around his neck.

    ‘Don’t waste it’ my cowboy breathed softly ‘let me have it’.

    I was annoyed enough at the interruption and although I have never been into Water Sports moved closer to the hole and let loose the rest of my bladder. He eagerly moved forward so that he was soon covered in my piss, his mouth covered my cock as the stream continued and was gulping as if it was fine wine.

    The door to the toilet opened and I looked around to see Joe walking in obviously in some distress from a full bladder. He didn’t hesitate but walked straight into the cowboy’s cubicle letting loose with the force of a garden hose all over him. The cowboy was in heaven when another similarly clad cowboy entered the cubicle and moved in to get the rest of Joe’s piss. My cock was still dangling through the hole and the cowboys were massaging me back to full hard-on. Leo and Mike entered next and the two cowboys took all comers with enthusiasm.

    We shook the last few drops over the couple as they embraced covered in our piss, they changed position and as we were leaving I saw that the first piss eater was roughly shoving his cock up the arse of the other. We were all smiling and shaking our heads as we returned to the table.

    ‘Each to their own!’ quipped Leo and we all laughed

    The Restaurant- Part 3

    Part 3- Climax

    The noise in the Restaurant was increasing steadily as the wine flowed and the staff were required to give more attention to the customers. Our ‘Troy’ (they were all named Troy for anonymity) stuck his head out from under the table where he had been sucking the four of us off steadily from the past 3 hours. I had honestly forgotten he was there and only remembered when I felt the gentle pull of his soft lips keeping me erect.

    ‘Time for me to order your dessert’ he apologised and we all thanked him as he walked toward the kitchen wearing his uniform which consisted of only a gold harness across his chest and a pure white jockstrap.

    Joe was not happy that our personal cock sucker was leaving but his boyfriend Mike happily took over the duties in his absence. After servicing Joe for a few minutes his thick black bush was damp with saliva and Mike moved around under the table to service Leo. ‘Oh my god! You are huge!’ exclaimed Mike as he tested the length and girth of Leo’s impressive cock with his fist. He stuck his tongue out and tasted the foreskin before giving it a nibble. He worked on that piece of uncut meat for a few minutes and then turned his attention to me.

    ‘Mmmmm’ the groan vibrated around my dick causing me to shiver with delight ‘Just the way I remember it’ Mike purred as he took the entire length in his mouth. We had dated years before and now were the best of friends.

    Leo was the enigma. I had worked with him for over a year but until tonight nothing had happened between us. He had made an interesting proposition earlier but before I could ask him further about it Leo looked toward the Kitchen and said ‘Mike you don’t want to miss this, the dessert is coming!’ Mike clambered up onto the booth seat and we all Ohhhhed and Ahhhhhed as a huge platter was placed on the table. We were positioned on either side of the dessert, Leo and I on one side, Mike and Joe on the other.

    Our Troy was stretched out on a platter big enough to be used as a door; a huge variety of creamy desserts covered him from the neck all the way down to his feet. Fresh fruits covered his pecs and groin and he was holding a bowl of whipped cream in each hand.

    ‘Okay gentlemen, no hands’ Leo smirked and our Troy looked delighted at the prospect.

    I started at his feet taking each of the berries from between his toes and lovingly sucked each one at a time, as Joe took heed and picked up the other foot mimicking my moves I could see our Troy’s legs spread and a cascade of fruit feel off his crutch as his cock stiffened. Leo passed a bowl to us and we took turns licking the sweet whipped cream off his feet then moving up the glorious calves, knees and thighs. A different morsel of mousse, parfait and fruit lead us eagerly up his body and I glanced up to check on the progress of my 2 friends working on the top half of our Troy.

    Leo and Mike had been feeding the Troy with strawberries dipped in what looked like chocolate and then they headed south caressing his neck, playfully fighting over a small amount of parfait in the hollow of his throat. I watched as they made their way down to his nipples, each taking one into his mouth and teasing it until it was a firm nub between his teeth. Troy groaned in pleasure as the 4 men made their way over his body.

    We were attracting a lot of attention and soon there were at least 20 men standing around us in a circle. All the Troys moved forward as one and removed the seats from the booth so that we were centre stage and all had a perfect view of the tongue torture we were inflicting on our Troy.

    They all then turned to their individual guests and requested the service that was required. Tables and chairs were moved to satisfy each specific request and the room settled down to what looked a lot like an orgy. Meanwhile the kitchen doors opened and out swarmed the kitchen staff wearing only the white G-strings that were their uniforms; moving around to assist the Troys with individual guests. My eyes widened as three young men were walking toward us, in the centre was the beautiful brunette Troy with the gold nipple ring and either side of him were identical blonde twins wearing the G-string which marked them as kitchen staff.

    Joe saw the twins at he same time and groaned in appreciation as they moved between Mike and Joe. Mike was finishing an éclair and one twin deftly moved in to steal half the sweet from Mike’s mouth replacing it with his tongue. Joe had the other in a fierce lip lock and the 4 men moved slightly away from the table. They all landed in a pile of cushions, limbs entwined in an embrace, the boys were identical and it seemed that they were both fondling the same person enhanced with 2 cocks.

    Leo and I had eaten our way through to the prize of our special dessert our Troy’s cock was standing to full attention and Leo was licking the last of the cream off his rigid meat. Troy lifted his hips slightly and I spied the last éclair melting between his cheeks, without hesitation I dove between his cheeks and devoured it in one gulp. The sweet chocolate had coated his hole and my tongue delved deeper and deeper to get it all out. Troy was going wild with lust as Leo worked on his stiff cock and I had my tongue wedged solidly up his chute. He looked up at Leo as gasped ‘Fuck me with your huge cock. I’ve been teased with it all night and now I want it.

    Leo didn’t argue and I moved away to allow him access to our Troy, as I stepped back I found myself wrapped in the arms of the Troy with the nipple ring. ‘Sorry’ I mumbled. He smiled and asked what I needed. I felt silly but what I really needed was a cigarette. The whole experience was going to my head and I needed a break for a few minutes, the Troy sympathised and offered to keep me company.

    We made our way to the water station in the corner and hopped onto the bench, taking cigarette from the pack Troy admitted that this was his first night too and he was also feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the attention. I wasn’t surprised that he was getting all the action he was a truly handsome man and I told him so. Blushing he echoed the sentiment and we surveyed the room.

    It wasn’t hard to find Leo, naturally, centre stage, his strong physic now completely naked, the toga a puddle on the floor. He was fucking with wild abandon and his tight arse clenched with every thrust. His Troy had acquired another cock to keep his mouth full and was seriously munching on that knob as if it was his last meal.

    My Troy gasped as an enormous silhouette passed us and he whispered ‘I hope your friend is ready, it looks like Chef is going to take his reward for providing the meal’

    I looked at the huge figure of a man wearing only the white G-string, he approached Leo and trapped him in a huge bear hug Leo flinched and stopped his assault on his Troy’s arse. Chef was talking directly into Leo’s ear and he visibly relaxed and started the rhythm again. From our vantage point we could see Chef push down his G-string so he was as naked as Leo and with movements that seemed almost second nature to both of them started feeding his enormous cock into Leo. I heard my Troy murmur that he was part of the interview process and that Leo was taking it all extremely well. I was also amazed that nearly all of the impressive cock had made its way up inside Leo. Chef took over the motion and started pounding Leo with such force I thought that his cock would appear out of the Troy’s mouth.

    I was starting to feel better and my Troy placed my hand over his erect cock still trapped in the jock strap. I felt for the zipper and eased his cock out into the open. I felt the smooth flesh shaved clean and couldn’t resist fondling the nipple ring, he arched his back and took a long drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out onto a saucer. He grabbed my cock and we slowly jacked each other still entranced by the scene in front of us.

    We both spied the twins with Mike and Joe. My Troy described Joe as a dark horse on a snow white field, he was spread eagled and the 3 blonde men were worshipping his magnificent body. Willie 1 had his head in Joe’s lap sucking his perfectly formed cock while Willie 2 was licking his balls and moving down toward his chute. I wondered how this would turn out as Joe was strictly a top and had vowed never to get ‘stuck like a pig’ as he said. This was one of the reasons the lovers were unhappy. Mike liked it both ways but since being with Joe he had been the bottom ever since. Mike was whispering into Joe’s ear and I thought he was trying to convince him and he must have succeeded because they both turned over side by side and presented their arses to the delighted twins. I looked on in awe as the boys dove into separate mounds of creamy cheeks, Mike and Joe writhed in pleasure as tongues penetrated their chutes. The boys were magnificent to watch, perfect tanned figures with a slight difference in colour on their butts where Speedos denied the sun. They were so similar that they looked like clones of the same man. My Troy confided in me that even though they looked so much alike their style was completely different. I looked closer and realised that the twin sucking Joe’s arse was far more energetic than the other.

    What happened next took me completely by surprise. Bodies rearranged themselves and before I could work out who was who my Troy gave a soft chuckle. The twins were fucking each other, the more dominant driving his cock deep into his brother while Mike was half way up Joe’s arse. I smiled at the image but my attention wavered back toward Leo and the Chef who were making so much noise that half the room had stopped to watch.

    Chef was pounding and swearing as sweat poured off his body, Leo was forced back and forth with the motion. The Troy had given up on the cock he was sucking because the thrusts were throwing him around like a rag doll. Chef gave an almighty roar and let loose with what I could see as an enormous amount of cum filling Leo to the brim. Chef pulled out of Leo, gave him a lingering kiss and made his way back to the Kitchen.

    Leo checked that his Troy was okay and with his permission started to fuck him harder and harder until, with another ear splitting roar came with a force that covered the Troy with hot cum. Scooping up the mess on the Troy’s chest he used it to masturbate him to climax. Helping him up, Leo led the way to the showers, cum dribbling down from his arse.

    I looked around the room to spy on all the various activities going on. It would take a few days to sort out all the positions in my mind but a few were really outstanding.

    The leather boys had a Troy over a table flat on his back as they alternated between a huge 18 inch dildo and the smaller guy’s fist.

    There was one Troy squatting over 2 men who had positioned themselves so that both cocks were stretching his hole. A look of glee was on the face of the Troy as he bounced on both cocks.

    The cowboys had hog-tied a Troy and were fucking him in both holes. The gagged Troy had a huge erection that was being sucked by another man.

    And then there was the sight of my Troy slipping off the bench and taking my cock into his mouth. I tried to concentrate on the action happening between my legs but Mike and Joe were now capturing my attention. The dominant twin had cum all over his brother and positioned himself under the dark form of Joe who seemed to enjoy the attention from his lovers cock deep in his arse. He captured Joe’s cock in his mouth and the other twin force fed his cock into Joe’s mouth. The chain was too much for Joe who came directly down the twin’s throat. At the same time he was fed his own after dinner mint in the form of a belly full of cum from the other twin. Mike let his cum fill Joe from behind and they all fell into a heap.

    I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer and turned my Troy around, wet his hole with my tongue and roughly shoved my cock deep inside him. I lost control for a minute and all I could do was fuck without thought for my partner. My Troy took it all in his stride and started backing up to me matching stroke for stroke. I dumped a load into his butt and slowly came back to my senses. My Troy had dumped his own load all over another couple of guests and they were eagerly lapping up the mess.

    Shamefaced I apologised for my brutality and led my Troy to the showers where I washed him down and wanked him to another orgasm.

    Kissing me tenderly he bade me farewell with the hope that we would come back soon.

    I found the others in the dressing room and changed with them. We were met in the foyer by Manuel who pointed toward 4 video cassettes. Leo explained that we could either buy them or we could release them for sale. I quickly grabbed mine, not feeling comfortable with strangers watching over the inter-net and a price was quickly reached. Joe and Mike also purchased theirs but Leo just winked at Manuel and signed the release form. ‘Just let it ride’ he said to Manuel and was forced to explain because of the baffled look on our faces. ‘How do you think I pay for the meal?’

    On the ride home we all agreed that we would make this a regular outing and for those with a romantic side Leo and I did become Fuck-buddies, we still work together but have our own apartments. Whenever the mood takes us though, we always make time for each other. Sometimes just us, sometimes with others, and on one memorable occasion with an entire football team.

    But, as they say, that is another story!


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  • The Art of It

    ‘Hello, you must be Shayne. I’m Mr. Caldwell’s boy, Jerome. Come on in. I’ll take your bag to your room. He’s out beyond the great room, in the pool. Go on back.’

    With that welcome, I entered the world of Ted Caldwell, retired supposed master spy, the man I’d been sent to the New Jersey shore to interview over the weekend for Spy magazine. I hadn’t been looking forward to this assignment. I didn’t half believe in what Caldwell said he was and what he’d said he’d done. His book had sold well, but I put that to the sensationalism in it. But Alex Jameson, the magazine’s publisher, had been all keen on an interview – anything on Caldwell at this point in his book sales would help the magazine’s bottom line, I could see, so I couldn’t argue with that. And I was engaged to Jameson’s granddaughter, Denise, so I couldn’t very well wiggle out of the interview.

    Ted Caldwell’s ‘boy,’ whatever that meant – was a surprise. He certainly didn’t look the least bit boyish, although he looked maybe four or five years younger than me – barely twenty. He was a chocolate brown and obviously worked out a lot. He’d answered the door in just wide-legged white muslin pants that rode low on his hips, and he was barefoot. There was a gold medallion on a string around his neck. Other than that, he was all muscle and male model looks. I could see that the New Jersey shore was a whole lot more laid back in midsummer than Manhattan was. I wasn’t complaining, though. I was happy to be off the steaming asphalt of the streets of New York.

    The wall toward the ocean in the great room was one whole expanse of window, and I could see the gray head of a man swimming laps in the terrace pool beyond, breaking water at a good, fast pace as I walked through the room toward the sliding glass doors to the pool area. He apparently saw me coming and was rising out of the pool as I came through the door.

    Yes, indeed, the Jersey shore is far more laid back than the city, I thought, as I watched him emerge from the water. He was nude. This, I assumed was Ted Caldwell, author of the best-selling novel, The Candy Store, which supposedly was only a fictionalized – and toned down – memoir of his years trading gay male sex for secrets in service to his country’s intelligence interests.

    I recognized his face from the cover of his book and had one of my doubts blown away. The cover photo hadn’t been doctored. He looked as good in the flesh in his mid fifties as he did on the cover of the book – no helpful airbrushing or lighting distracting from flaws. He was tall and trim and somehow had maintained the muscle tone of a man at least twenty years younger. His silver-gray head hair was stylishly cut to a short style and required no combing over. His chest hair, which extended down his belly and into his bush in a light matting that showed off his musculature to good effect, had speckles of reddish auburn in it, the whole downward trip ending with rather more dominance of the auburn in the bush. His leg muscles were firm, his butt well rounded, and his balls hung low. The cock was probably much longer and thicker than the norm, although who was I to judge a norm? I just knew what I saw at the Athletic Club and in the mirror.

    I wouldn’t normally scrutinize a man like this, but, like I noted, he unexpectedly rose out of the pool in the nude and my whole interview revolved around what I assumed would be a mild debunking of his sensationalist claims in his book. I must say, at first – quite full – view, I couldn’t say he didn’t fit the part of male stud – even in retirement.

    I stood there, in the doorway, as he padded over to a chaise lounge, one of a pair, dripping on the hot patio stones the whole way, retrieved a pair of white, button-fly short shorts, and pulled them over his hips. They immediately turned damp and plastered themselves to his body, doing no good at all in making that cock disappear. I found my attention riveted to his midsection. I couldn’t think of any other man I’d seen that fully equipped.

    ‘Is that you, Mr. Tanner from Spy magazine, come to suck this old man dry?’ He called out to me. ‘Come. Come out to my playground.’ He smiled, a very nice, disabling smile as I gulped through his colorful double entendre reference without being able to discern that it wasn’t a well-turned and apt phrase. I had enjoyed his book – at least the writing style – and I felt yet another of my spiteful pre-notions dropping and shattering on the patio tiles. It was quite possible that he was facile enough with the language to have actually written his book himself. The critical undercurrent of the structure I’d already preprogrammed for this magazine interview was quickly being shredded into tatters. I was left with trying to tie him up in lies and contradictions.

    ‘Umm, sorry for surprising you this way, Mr. Caldwell. And please call me Shayne. And as for coming out into the hot sun . . .’ I spread my arms, bringing attention to the three-piece suit I was wearing. I had driven straight from the Manhattan office building our magazine hid in. And I had learned that, with interviews, it was better to arrive overdressed than under. The latter often was seen as disrespectful and the interview was a disaster from the get go.

    ‘Surprising me? Oh, no, dear boy, you arrived within a couple of minutes of when I expected you. So, you seem to be the obsessively punctual type. We’ll have to see what we can do about . . . how we can help you prolong your pleasures. Do call me Ted – or daddy, considering the differences in our ages. Oh, no, that wouldn’t do. Jerome calls me daddy, and it would be so confusing when the three of us were together. Oh, sorry, I’m prattling again, and you’ve dropped your jaw.’

    I indeed had dropped my jaw. The innuendo he was throwing in there, the breezy ‘but of course we all are on one page with this’ talk. It was straight out of his book. It should have put me off in reading the book, but, strangely enough, it hadn’t. It had made me feel warm and wanting to think of the possibility of being in his world, which seemed so open and easy. It was like chocolate; I had felt evil in indulging in the book, but I read it to its completion and wondered what deeper level he could talk to that he hadn’t put in his book.

    This feeling that I only now was intellectualizing, coupled with the man just standing there toweling off his head and chest, with the water dripping down the white, now nearly transparent front panel of his shorts, was making me feel a little woozy and dangerously aroused. But Caldwell had prattled on while I was spaced out.

    ‘No suits allowed on the Jersey shore in the summer, my boy. What you are wearing will not do for another second. Take that off on the spot. Here, here is a swim suit. Put this on right this instant. Here. Then you can take a cooling swim, and Jerome will bring us some drinks. I have a special cocktail for you to try. It’s got passion fruit juice in it.’

    He was moving toward me, holding out a skimpy Speedo and capturing me with laughing eyes that were a pale blue.

    ‘Uh, OK. I’ll just take this and find where your Jerome has put my bag and be back out in a moment.’

    ‘No, no, I said instantly. You can strip all of that hot stuff off – and I’ll admit that you do look very hot in it – right here, and Jerome will pick it up and take it to your room. Chop, chop. Or should I undress you myself?’

    What was I to do? I slowly stripped down on the spot, with Caldwell standing there and smiling at me, taking in an eyeful. I did turn from him when I exchanged my briefs for the Speedo, and Caldwell just laughed.

    ‘Now, into the pool. Then we’ll lay and laze and bake and you can start your interview.’

    Caldwell stripped off his shorts again, walked over to the side of the pool, and neatly dove in. I followed him at a slower pace. We swam laps for a while and then we moved to the shallow end and hunched down and lay against the side of the pool, next to each other.

    ‘You look like you work out, but that you could be getting a little bit better definition in the torso,’ he said while we were talking about gym work and what we did.

    ‘Uh, well, I can’t shake loose a lot of gym time in Manhattan. Work, you know.’

    ‘Yes, no doubt,’ he smiled, ‘And all of that extra exercise time with Denise Jameson, right? – I did hear right, didn’t I, that you were shacking up with the publisher’s daughter?’

    ‘Well, um?’

    ‘Big breasts, doesn’t she. And those hips. Do you well in bed, does – ?’

    ‘Uh, well, everything good there. I do have to get material for an interview. Maybe we should be – ‘

    ‘How’d you like the torso of that Jerome?’ Ted asked, switching gear. ‘Your chest and six pack aren’t bad, but how’d you like to be cut like Jerome is?’

    ‘Well, um.’

    ‘You know, he looked no better than you did when he came to me, and now look at him. Here, move around and stand out and let me take a look at you. Yeah, hmm. Raise your arms.’

    I stood, feeling embarrassed and then feeling tingly and knowing I was trembling as we both stood up in the shallow water, up to our knees, and Caldwell ran his hand over my biceps and shoulders and chest muscles and then let the hand glide down to my lower belly and just rest there as he prattled on about exercises and equipment that would tighten me right out and bring out the definition.

    I looked down and saw that he was half hard. And I’m ashamed to admit that I was too. I didn’t look down, but I knew it from the sensations I felt.

    I fell back into the water with a splash and sat on the floor of the pool, with water up to my neck and my eyes on his half-hard cock.

    ‘The interview. I think we’d better get on with the interview,’ I croaked. ‘I’ve got a lot of questions, and it’s just tonight that I plan on staying.’

    ‘Yes, that would be splendid,’ Caldwell chirped happily. And he gave me a happy smile – I’d like to say a pleased, satisfied smile, as that seemed more fitting – and turned and streamed off in a perfect breaststroke toward the pool steps.

    The next two hours were quite productive for me, although I was being warmed by more than the cancerous rays of the sun. Caldwell stretched out on his back on one chaise, fully reclined and fully nude, and responded to all my questions in a witty, slightly risqué stream of fully coherent, well-organized, rich baritone expostulation. He was filling in background on things he had only hinted at in his book, and I wasn’t able to catch him in a single inconsistency. My preconceived line of attack that I had wanted to use as a tongue-in-cheek approach to covering his whole life with a question mark and a whisper of scam in my Spy article was sliding off in little chunks and smashing to the ground. I found myself searching for a whole new line of foundation for the article, and the clearest concept I was being able to come up with was something ricocheting back and forth between ‘Wow’ and ‘Hot.’

    The heat was getting to me. The heat of the sun beating down on our bodies, the heat of the stories behind the stories in his book, the warmth and relaxation and tingly feeling coming from those cocktails Jerome kept bringing out to us, the increasing warmth of the reactions of my body while watching Jerome deliver the cocktails in his billowy muslin pants and seeing his long feet and plump toes, the heated looks Caldwell was casting my way as I lay on the chaise lounge with the laptop propped on a basket that betrayed that I was having very disturbing feelings and reactions, and, above all else, Caldwell lying there, lazily running his nails along his slim, well-muscled torso and then down to fondle his half-hard cock.

    I felt myself breathing heavily and my voice becoming thick as I asked the questions and then tried, with not the greatest success, to enter the gist of his fascinating, but definitely not family-rated stories into my files – when he suddenly hopped up off the chaise lounge, reached for his now-dry shorts, stepped into them, and announced, ‘Nap time. I can tell you are getting drowsy, and it’s time to take a nap. Shower and rest in your room, and the house will go completely quiet as I do the same. Dinner is at 7:00. Jerome grills a mean steak, and we have some lovely wine – unless, of course, you would like to continue with these cocktails. Like them, do you? Give your cock a little twinge do they?’

    There was little I could say in response to the torrent I was growing accustomed to from Caldwell. And he left me speechless with that last comment, because, now that I thought about it, that’s exactly what the cocktails did for me – they gave my cock a twinge. And it was far from an unpleasant experience, although it was with great embarrassment that I now thought about it.

    I showered and pulled clean boxer shorts out of my bag and stretched out on my bed, drowsy, and my eyes watching the slow-moving paddles of a ceiling fan above the bed. The room was in shadows when I awoke. I don’t know what woke me, but it seemed to be a bell somewhere. When reflecting on it later, I quite suspected that I had been awakened on purpose.

    I lay there, trying to decide whether to get up and review my notes or drift off to blissful sleep again. I was leaning toward the latter, because I woke in a mellow mood and my cock was hard. I must have been having a pleasant wet dream, but, as with most dreams, I couldn’t remember a bit of what that was except for waking with a pleasant feeling and slightly panting. In my world that reflected a sex dream.

    It took a while laying there before I heard the sounds, and it must have been the residual randiness that pulled me out of my bed to investigate what were pretty clearly identifiable sounds. I padded down the hall.

    They had left the door open to the master bedroom and they were both on the bed, naked. Jerome was on all fours and Ted was hunched over his hips, fucking him in long strokes. I watched Ted’s cock pull all of the way out, which was a long journey, and then slowly, inch by inch, work its way in to the root, followed by three quicker strokes and then the long one. Ted’s hands were wrapped around to Jerome’s chest and were latched on to the chocolate god’s nipples. By the expressions in their faces and the moans being emitted by both, I knew they were at the height of passion.

    I turned and fled back to my room – and laid on my back and masturbated, trying, without success to replicate the moanings I was hearing from down the hall. I was in a whole new world here. I’d never reacted this way to men before in my life. And I’d certainly never caught the reality show version of men having sex with each other.

    I was scared. And what scared me the most is that I didn’t get up and put on my three-pieced suit and just walk out of there.

    Dinner was delicious, taken at a long table in the dining room, overlooking the shimmering lights in the pool and the relentlessly pounding surf of the ocean beyond. It also was an eerily quiet dinner; not a word was spoken on anything that had happened earlier in the day. Ted sat at one end of the table, still only in his shorts, and Jerome, still only in the muslin pants, pattered about delivering food and pouring wine. There was soft pseudo-Brazilian samba music in the background, Brazil 66, if I wasn’t mistaken – or something similar, at least. I sat at the other end of the table, with the laptop open and humming on a chair beside me, trying to pick up on and file away the nuggets of gold being rattattattated at me from Ted’s end of the table in a rich, rambling unloading of his spying exploits – most of which left me gagging on my food and blushing.

    Afterward, we adjourned to the adjacent living area and sat at opposite ends of a huge, curled sectional sofa facing the ocean while Jerome padded about in the kitchen area, cleaning up the dishes.

    Ted had told me that I could have this time to backtrack and ask questions about what he had already told me in his long, fascinating, extremely hard-to-believe save for the believable detail monologue. And while we talked, and Ted continued to weave a web of contentment and slight sexual stimulation around me, Jerome appeared with another of the cocktails we’d had earlier in the afternoon. I didn’t intend to drink the one he set in front of me, but as Ted and I talked and I became engrossed in our discussions, I noticed Jerome taking away an empty glass and putting down another full one, and then another one after that.

    I was feeling woozy and fully contented and more than just a little tingly when Ted suggested we needed to take an evening swim, with the pool just lit by the under-the-subsurface lights.

    I don’t remember at all being convinced I didn’t need a swimsuit for that swim. I do remember being embraced and kissed by Ted in the middle of the pool. I vaguely remember being asked if I’d ever had a blow job as I lay on my back on the deck at the shallow end of the pool, my butt on the rim and Ted standing between my spread legs. I remember that, because I said no, but I lied – just barely, though. I’d let a guy do it at my prep school for college in the bathroom of our dorm, because in that year I was trying anything new and forbidden. But I didn’t feel all that guilty about saying no, because that prep school blow job wasn’t anything at all like Ted’s sucking – or his bringing me to the brink and laughing and holding me still until the moment passed and then starting to suck my bulb and flick my piss slit with the tip of his tongue again and deep throating me until at last he let me come – and swallowed it. And then came over me and laid his chest on mine and kissed me.

    I was with it enough to moan and object when he asked me if I’d ever been fucked. And, ashamedly, I was also lucid enough when, after moving his head down and tonguing my hole and working my cock again with his hand, his face loomed above mine again as well as his hand with the disk of a condom between two fingers, and he asked me if he could, and I moaned not just my acceptance but also my need.

    He was gentle and took it slow and praised me when I took it all and stopped long enough after I cried out at the beginning of the stroking that he was too big for me for my walls to stretch to accommodate him. And I remember rising to new, never-before-experienced heights of pleasure as he fucked me for what seemed like forever.

    And I was mostly ‘with it’ when I let Jerome kiss me while he was toweling me dry, and I must have had at least some of my faculties when, after he had led me to my bed, and stretched out beside me, I begged for Jerome to fuck me on all fours, like a dog – just like I’d seen Ted fuck him. And he did.

    I woke in the middle of the night, sandwiched between Ted and Jerome, and I remember murmuring my pleasure when Ted moved my body to where I was stretched out on his body, my back on his chest, and his arms wrapped around my torso, and he raised his knees between my legs and spread my thighs with them and slowly entered my channel and rose deeper and deeper inside me and worked my nipples with his fingers, as I moaned and moved my hips, fucking myself, and beginning to drift off again as Jerome took my lips in his and encased my cock in his hand and started to stroke me. If this all sounds confusing and disjointed – and overwhelming – that’s pretty accurately how I experienced it at the time.

    I was alone when I woke. My muscles felt tired, my channel was sore, and I was remembering only bits and pieces of what had happened. But I remembered enough to know that it had happened – and that I hadn’t walked out the previous afternoon before it did happen.

    Ted was at the table for breakfast, with the same cheeriness of the night before, not indicating that anything momentous had happened – and it struck me that, for him, it undoubtedly hadn’t been anything new or special. What he had done – what he and Jerome had done – fit in perfectly with their world – the world Ted wrote about in his book and described to me in the interview. This was my own disconnect with reality. I was the one out of touch with the world – at least of the world I had intruded into for this interview.

    Jerome padded over from the kitchen counter, in his muslin pants, and poured coffee for me – once more just Ted’s ‘boy’ doing all of the domestic chores. He smiled, but it wasn’t the knowing ‘I fucked you good last night’ smile that I expected – and that I deserved.

    By my second cup of coffee, though, Ted’s world became much more complicated and evil – and much closer to his book theme – and invaded and possessed my world just as surely as his cock had taken my channel the previous night.

    Carrying his cup of coffee and a stack of paper, Ted came down the side of the table and sat down next to me. What he was carrying were glossy photographs, which he fanned out in front of me as he sat down.

    They were photos of Ted and Jerome fucking me in the guest room bed. They were taken from several edge-of-the ceiling angles, and they clearly showed me enjoying the cocking I was receiving.

    ‘What is this, Ted?’ I asked when I could manage to say anything. I spilled my coffee when I first saw the photos, and Jerome dutifully came over and sponged up the spill and topped my cup up.

    ‘This is fairly obvious, Shayne. This is you fucking two men on a bed. I’d show you some photos from the pool, but they didn’t turn out nearly so good – or graphic.’

    ‘Why?’

    ‘This is how we do it, Shayne. Now, I don’t think we want your Denise or her grandfather to see these, do we? It’s not just a marriage – and to a fine set of tits and a big butt – but the money as well, don’t you think? It’s also your job on the line. A whole future career.’

    ‘What do you want, Caldwell?’ I asked. I tried to make my voice cold, uncaring. But it came out in a weak squeak. I needed the coffee badly, but I didn’t think there was any way I could hold the cup without spilling it just now.

    ‘Not much,’ Ted answered chillingly. ‘There’s a safe in Jameson’s office. I think you could get the combination to the safe and manage to be in the room alone for a few minutes. Don’t you agree?’

    ‘I . . . I don’t know. This is all just too. . . . It’s just happening too fast. Too much of shock. Yeah, I guess I could manage that.’

    We sat there and stared at each other for a long moment, and I blinked first and lowered my eyes.

    ‘What’s in the safe that you want?’ I asked weakly.

    There was a long pause, and Caldwell said, ‘Nothing. There’s nothing in the safe I want, Shayne.’

    I looked up, and he was smiling. How could he smile at a time like this, I wondered.

    ‘I don’t understand,’ I mumbled.

    ‘This was all to make a point, Shayne, although you do have a beautiful body, and a fine ass, and a nice, tight hole. And I always enjoy being the first. But we did it to make a point. I don’t want a damn thing out of Jameson’s safe. And we can burn these photos together – unless you want them for your trophy case.’

    ‘I still don’t understand,’ I stammered.

    ‘Jameson warned me that you didn’t believe my book. That you didn’t believe that normal men could just be seduced and suborned to do illegal, unpatriotic things for sex. I – with some help from Jerome and lots of cooperation from you – have just proved you wrong. I want you to write a better article for Spy than one of disbelief and dismissiveness. I think now that you can’t possibly write your piece from disbelief that it could happen. There is an art to it. You’ve just been had by the art, and it took less than twenty-four hours.’

    Again a stare down, and this time I just couldn’t help myself. I started laughing. First a nervous giggle and then a full, uncontrollable session of belly laughing that was only stanched when Ted put his arms around me and his lips to mine and rocked me back and forth in my chair.

    ‘Do you need more notes, Shayne, or are we done here?’ Ted whispered in my ear.

    ‘I think I could use a few more notes,’ I said. I couldn’t take my eyes off the photographs. More and more of what happened the previous night was coming back to me. And I couldn’t deny the pleasure I saw in these photos and remembered from the actual coupling.

    ‘Do you think you’ll be staying the night again, then?’

    ‘Yes, I think maybe I’d like that.’

    ‘And maybe a bit of a swim in the pool now – and maybe Jerome can join us?’

    ‘Yes, that would be nice. I’m not sure I know where the swimsuit you gave me is.’

    ‘I don’t think we’ll be needing that, Shayne. Do you?’

    ‘No, no, I guess not,’ I murmured.


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  • Tearoom glory

    The section of the city I found myself in was unfamiliar. Tony had asked me to help him move into his new apartment. We had a couple of beers while we got his things arranged. I’ll admit to getting pretty horny looking in some of the boxes of male magazines and sex toys he had, but I got the feeling he wanted to be alone to sort those particular boxes out by himself, so I left when everything was else was done. Sometimes, you just know when a guy needs to be alone.

    But, now, I had to take a leak. I hadn’t thought about it before I left. As I walked I didn’t see any bars in the area. Just about the time I was getting desperate, and berating myself for not taking a pee at Tony’s place before leaving, I spotted a quaint, old-fashioned public toilet. I knew what it was because a sign, chiseled in the concrete at the top of the small building, said ‘Public Restrooms.’ The redbrick façade had a small sign at each end, one saying ‘Men’ and the other ‘Women.’ Behind the building was a one-block square, run-down city park.

    Although I’ve always been eager to find action in public toilets, I figured this old place, in this part of the city, would be either inactive or dangerous. So I entered the toilet eager to piss but not particularly hopeful of any excitement.

    The room was small, clean, and very well lit by two lines of small windows at the top of two outer walls. A washbasin and mirror were on one wall, opposite one urinal and one closed booth. What hit me as I entered, and surprised me, was that unmistakable scent of recent man-sex permeating the place. I unzipped and had my cock in my hand by the time I got to the urinal. A bright yellow stream splashed loudly into the bowl. You know how relieved I felt. The long leak gave me time to look around and I was delighted to find a very large glory hole in the wooden wall of the booth, and I saw the naked thighs of a man sitting on the commode. Two large, handwritten signs immediately caught my attention. One was the classic SHOW HARD FOR BLOWJOB, while the other made me smile, saying, I SUCK COCK GOOD! Both had arrows pointing to the glory hole. I wondered if the writer of the latter sign was actually in the booth.

    As my urine stream slowed to a trickle and a few final squirts, I felt myself getting aroused as the exhilarating odors in the place got me light-headed and as I read the sexy graffiti covering the walls. Now, I’m a big guy, so when I get aroused, it’s noticeable.

    Suddenly, I saw a finger sliding along the bottom edge of the glory hole – the traditional invitation. My puffy arousal turned to extreme erection in record time. A low voice growled, ‘Wow! Put it through, man!’

    I leaned a bit to look through the large glory hole and saw a muscular hand fisting a large, bright red cock. This guy meant business; was advertising his own arousal like any good cocksucker should; wanted to suck cock; and, most importantly, eagerly wanted to suck my cock! This slight hesitation caused him to add, ‘I suck cock good!’ just like the sign said. I wondered if he wrote the sign or was simply clever enough to use it as advertising. But I love it when guys are verbal in their desires, even if it’s just a few grunted, sexy phrases.

    ‘God, that’s a big one,’ he sighed softly, his lips coming to the hole. ‘Com’on, shove it to me, man! I want it! Lemme have it! I’ll suck it good!’ He was one hungry, excited cocksucker! I figured I had been right thinking that this place was inactive. I must have been the only guy to show up that day because this guy was so eager. Of course, I can admit without false modesty that my cock does make guys eager!

    I pushed my now steely hard cock down, pointed it at the hole and at the moist lips now making sucking sounds in the glory hole, and pressed forward. My entire cockhead slipped right in without effort. Warmth and wetness engulfed the glans, a rough tongue swirled around the corona knowingly, and suddenly exquisite suction hit the head of my cock and caused it to expand to its maximum dimensions, filling the cocksucker’s mouth completely. He groaned with pleasure, vibrating my cockhead.

    I humped forward, driving cock into his face. He didn’t back away and I felt my cock slip past his tonsils and dive into his throat, all while he sucked diligently. The thought struck me that, yes, he does suck cock good!

    I tugged back and rammed forward, thinking maybe he couldn’t really handle big cock, but again he didn’t back off, taking my hardness without a whimper. I tugged and rammed, tugged and rammed, tugged and rammed, slamming my meat into him forcibly, while he sucked with such counterforce that I realized I had met my match – an honest-to-goodness, no-holds-barred, deep-throating, vacuum-sucking, cum-swallowing, champion cocksucker! After so many blowjobs from guys who sort of jack you off while hardly holding your cockhead in their mouths, it was great to be back in the throat of a cocksucker who really knew how to do it right!

    I got so hard that I had to think about not blowing my wad too quickly. We both needed the right amount of time to enjoy this contact completely. But I felt heat and pressures all the way down the cockshaft right to my balls as they thudded against his chin, and I knew withholding orgasm for long was not in the cards.

    Suddenly, he raised his efforts to an even higher level yet, while making grunting noises that sounded like a man reaching orgasm. The sounds of his excitement coupled with his full suction raised me to that mindless pinnacle of orgasm we all love, causing spasms of pleasure to course throughout my body and down into my balls, and I fired off into him! Spurt after heavy spurt of rich, hot jism jetted into him. I felt him lift his head to get my cockhead into his mouth, and, like the great cocksucker he was, he savored and swallowed my load as I continued ejaculating into him. Then, he took me back in to my balls and waited for my reaction. I shuddered and, finally, withdrew.

    I went over to the sink and started washing off my cock and balls. Suddenly, he was standing next to me, up close, watching me. I looked at him and grinned.

    ‘That was spectacular!’ he announced in a friendly voice. His breath held the heavy scent of cum – my cum.

    ‘Yeah,’ I agreed, still washing my equipment, ‘you are good!’

    ‘You are so good, I came as I sucked you,’ he told me, breathlessly.

    ‘I figured you were coming, there, at the end. You really sucked with enthusiasm.’

    ‘I wish you’d come here, everyday,’ he sighed, emphasizing the word ‘come’ in a particularly sexy, yet amusing, way.

    ‘Guess there’s not much action, here,’ I ventured to say.

    ‘Are you kidding?!’ he said in an obviously surprised voice.

    My eyebrows shot up and he realized I was serious.

    ‘With the satellite city college campus around the corner,’ he told me excitedly, ‘this place has probably the busiest little glory hole in town. Yours is the best cock I’ve sucked in, maybe, three days, but it’s the sixth I’ve sucked in the last hour!’ He appeared triumphant! He was a nice looking guy, probably five or ten years older than I, seemingly in great shape, and without a doubt a great cocksucker. I liked him and was delighted to be learning about an apparently very active head.

    ‘I’m Jack,’ I said, holding out my still somewhat wet hand by way of introduction. He grasped my hand firmly, shook it warmly, and announced, ‘I’m Paul, the cocksucker!’

    ‘Well, er…. Paul,’ I stammered, feeling flustered, ‘I’m a great cocksucker, too!’

    ‘I figured that,’ he said simply.

    ‘Oh?’

    ‘Yeah, when a guy with a great cock, like yours, takes head like you do, roughly but not in a rush, strongly but not hurrying past mutual pleasure, willingly but not without consideration for the guy who’s giving him head, I figure the guy knows how to give head, too. Good head!’

    I smiled.

    He returned the smile. ‘Stick around. Have some fun. I’m leaving. That’s why I came out of the booth, although I also wanted to see what kind of guy you are. Spend some time in the booth. Suck some cock! You’ll be delighted.’

    ‘Why are you leaving?’ I asked. I was curious. ‘After six cocks, why give it up?’

    ‘To tell you the truth,’ he explained, an expression of honesty on his face, ‘sometimes I spend hours in here sucking one cock after another, but once I am lifted to orgasm by sucking a great, responsive cock, like yours, or by a really vocal, sexy dude who’s really enjoying getting his rocks off, man, I lose interest and have to stop for a while. Know what I mean?’

    ‘I sure do,’ I agreed with enthusiasm, but added, ‘although you look like a dude, like me, who can come several times in a session of cocksucking.’ I looked at him quizzically. I was enjoying this truthful banter.

    He grinned, sheepishly. I knew what he’d say before he said it. ‘I came twice this afternoon,’ he admitted.

    ‘How’d it happen?’ I wanted to know. By now I had dried off, put my equipment away, and straighten up my clothes. He had washed and dried his face, rinsed his mouth, and checked himself in the mirror. He looked like, I’d say, a sport’s coach, well built and self-assured.

    ‘The second guy, today, was a talker. He asked me if I ‘suck cock’ and wanted to know if I liked doing it. He got hot while we talked through the glory hole, liked my responses, and pulled out a nice stiff one. Then, as I gave him good head, he kept up a line of commentary that I found really exciting.’ Paul looked excited as he talked.

    I nodded, not wanting to interrupt him.

    ‘The guy really took his time,’ Paul continued, ‘making me realize that this would probably not be his first orgasm of the day.’

    I nodded, again. ‘Balls hanging loose?’ I asked, agreeably.

    ‘Exactly!’ he enthused, obviously pleased that I was right with him. ‘But he got more and more excited, telling me how much he was enjoying the contact, how tight my throat felt, how hot and sexy this was. I was beating off as I sucked him and by the time he shot off, so did I!’

    ‘Wow!’ I sighed, enviously.

    ‘Yeah!’ he sighed right back, ‘jacking off while sucking cock is the best! You’re gonna love this place!’

    ‘Thanks,’ I said sincerely.

    ‘Have a good time,’ he said with a smile, heading towards the exit.

    ‘Did you write that sign?’ I called after him. I had to know.

    ‘You mean the I SUCK COCK GOOD sign?’ he asked with a laugh.

    I nodded with a smile.

    ‘Naw, I just use it when I talk to guys; it turns ’em on!’ He smiled.

    I smiled back, and then he left the room.

    As I walked over to and entered the booth, I wondered if this place really was busy, or if Paul had just been giving me a good line, but the lingering, intense smell of his freshly pumped semen in the booth was a genuine aphrodisiac for me and I felt my boner redeveloping.

    As I was sliding my pants down, preparing to sit down on the commode, someone wearing jeans and sneakers quietly came in to stand at the urinal! He didn’t unzip, but just stood there, waiting expectantly. My heart started to beat a little faster!

    I slid a finger along the lower edge of the glory hole as I sat down.

    He hesitated.

    ‘I suck cock good!’ I growled through the glory hole.

    That’s all it took! He unzipped and tugged at a large, rapidly growing erection. He was having difficulty getting the big thing through his fly. He had not unbuttoned the metal button at his waist, which was causing him the problem, but I guess he didn’t want his jeans to slide down and expose his ass to anyone who might come into the small room. Then, a meaty cockhead popped into view, still expanding, and he held it, momentarily, pointed at the glory hole.

    ‘Wow! That’s a big one, man. Poke it though to me. I want it! I wanna suck it! Lemme have it! I’ll suck it good!’ I grunted, surprising myself by how much I sounded like Paul. But that’s just what this guy wanted to hear – a little flattery, some instruction, and a sign from me of my desire to suck his cock.

    ‘Take it, cocksucker!’ he whispered, sounding turned on. He plunged the almost completely hard cock through the glory hole and directly into my eager mouth! I loved it! The cock was hot, hard, cut, clean and tasty. It slipped into my mouth easily and I sucked strongly, twirling my tongue around the thick flanges of the meaty cockhead.

    ‘Mmm,’ he hummed, ‘that feels good, cocksucker.’

    I hummed back, acknowledging his pleasure and vibrating his cock. He took this as permission of press forward and shoved three or four more inches of cock into me, which I handled without a whimper. He tugged back and, this time, really humped cock into me hard. I loved it! He was eager and fresh and I knew he’d shoot his wad in a hurry.

    Slowly, more and more cock was shoved, humped, driven down my throat. The suction I applied was my maximum. He drove in, pulled back, drove in, pulled back, really lengthening the strokes, really getting extreme mileage out of my throat, finally fucking the cock into me to the hilt, his fly’s zipper pricking rhythmically against my chin as he humped away. This was awesome cocksucking – I was ecstatic!

    Suddenly, the guy said, in a husky voice, ‘Man, this is great. You gotta try it, Dave. He’s suckin’ so good I’m gonna blast off, right now!’ He was recommending the service and discussing his oncoming orgasm with a friend named Dave. I would have smiled if I hadn’t had my mouth and throat filled by such a big cock!

    ‘Give it to him good, Brad,’ I heard his friend say huskily, sounding turned on, too.

    I worked even harder for his load and almost immediately felt a spasming of the long shaft begin. He was coming. I rose up, getting the cockhead into my mouth and was rewarded with a delicious, hot, viscous, rapid-shooting jet of man-juice, which filled my mouth. I swallowed and instantly was refilled by a generous spurt of his savory spunk. Over and over he filled my mouth, causing me to swallow rather rapidly. I loved it. I love sucking cock! I love hot sperm spurting into my mouth! I love swallowing hot cum!

    As his thrusting orgasmic convulsions lessened, then stopped, I slid my face back down the long shaft until I felt his jeans’ zipper at my lips again and stopped, waiting, just as Paul had done to me. After a fine, long pause, the guy shuddered and slowly pulled his slightly deflating cock out. I sucked lightly as it withdrew, keeping it rather dry.

    ‘Man, that was terrific!’ he said enthusiastically. I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or to his buddy. I watched him move away, and heard him beginning to wash up at the sink.

    Suddenly, another large erection was thrust in at me, no howdy-do or if-you-please, just a hot cock ready for action coming at me. My mouth was so semen-lined that the big thing just slid in all the way without stopping.

    ‘Jesus!’ the guy I assumed was Dave whispered in awe, ‘he just took my cock in all the way to my balls!’

    ‘Man, he’s good, ain’t he?’ his buddy replied quietly from the sink. ‘I told you so!’ he added excitedly.

    ‘Oh, god, Brad! This is starting to feel fantastic!’ Dave exclaimed. ‘He’s sucking better than my Penis Enlarger! He’s going all the way up and all the way down the entire cock-length. This is awesome!’

    ‘Lemme see,’ Brad whispered, sounding like his head was right next to Dave’s cock. Dave pulled back, allowing a viewing space of an inch or so. I saw a pair of eyes looking at me. They grew larger as I rode the length of that long cock from tip to base and back again, and again, and again, and again, really putting on a show for him and really delighting Dave, whose cock was getting harder and harder!

    ‘I’m gonna shoot, man!’ Dave announced huskily.

    ‘Oh, lemme see!’ his buddy insisted

    I hooked a couple fingers over the shaft and held it pointed at my mouth as I backed off, holding my mouth open. Two huge spurts of jism shot forcibly into the back of my mouth. I closed my mouth over the cockhead and took the rest of his voluminous load, savoring it completely, swallowing often. Again, I slid the slightly deflating cock in back down to his balls and waited.

    Dave immediately pulled his slippery cock out of me and sort of aimed it at his still kneeling friend. The cock pointed almost straight out, rather than upwards, and I had a perfect view through the glory hole of Brad as he eyed, with what I took to be a lustful gaze, Dave’s large shaft and giant knob which were shiny with semen and spit.

    The kneeling figure looked at me and announced to both of us, ‘Gee, I’m all hot and horny, again! Watchin’ you shoot a load, man, has really revved up my engines.’

    ‘Mine, too,’ I told him quietly. Then, I rose slightly and displayed my own big erection in front of the glory hole. His eyes really widened with keen interest.

    ‘Oh, Geez,’ he sighed, ‘do me again, please,’ he pleaded. He stood and seemingly gruffly displaced Dave from in front of the glory hole. He unzipped immediately and replayed for me the delightful picture of his trying to tug an already stiff hardon out through the small fly. He stood there, his giant cock pointed at the ceiling, and let both Dave and I get a good look at it.

    ‘Wow! You’ve got a great piece of hot man-meat!’ I whispered huskily, sounding turned on. Of course, I was turned on, and I wanted to flatter him in front of his friend. I saw him sort of preen for the two of us, shifting his hips back of forth to display his impressive cock from several angles. It was very arousing to watch. I wondered what Dave was thinking. It seemed to me that these two friends were only a blowjob or two away from trying cocksucking for themselves.

    ‘I’m gonna put it through to him,’ he whispered to Dave.

    ‘Yeah, do it, man,’ I heard Dave say, sounding sort of reluctant – like he wanted to suck it himself. Then, in a more lighthearted vein, he added, excitedly, ‘This time, I wanna watch you get your cock sucked!’ And I watched him kneel down next to the glory hole and next to his friend’s huge cock. As he stared, his eyes getting bigger and bigger, I did what I do best and took that giant cock back in right down to that zipper.

    The first orgasm had curbed his need for quick release so I was able to enjoy a lengthy, full-throated session of great cocksucking. Both of them were grunting with pleasure while Dave stared wide-eyed at the big cock being sucked inches from his face.

    ‘You two havin’ fun?’ I suddenly heard. It was a deep, masculine voice asking in such a pleasant tone of voice that I knew immediately we had been joined by another hot number who, no doubt, would await his turn at the glory hole. Paul, indeed, had been right. This place was busy!

    ‘Like the view?’ he asked, directing his question to Dave.

    ‘It’s amazing,’ Dave responded, sounding impressed.

    ‘Gonna stay and watch me doin’ it?’ the newcomer asked, sounding really turned on.

    ‘Yeah, sure, I’d like that!’ Dave answered enthusiastically.

    ‘Me, too,’ Brad added, and his cock grew steely hard as he announced, ‘I’m gonna shoot, now!’

    As before, I hooked a couple fingers over his hardon and opened my mouth to let them see the first spurts of his hardy orgasm fly into me. I heard hums of approval as I drank down his excellent man-juice.

    The new guy was standing there with his hard cock in his hand when Brad withdrew and backed away from the glory hole. Interestingly, Dave stayed right there, kneeling next to the hole and watching me. His face with alit with keen interest. Pointing his big cock straight out at the glory hole, the new man slowly, tantalizingly, eased the big thing passed Dave’s face. Dave’s big eyes grew even bigger.

    ‘Looks good, doesn’t it?’ I whispered to Dave. The cock stopped moving forward as the man realized I wanted Dave to get a really good look at the excellent erection.

    Dave nodded silently.

    ‘Smells good, too, doesn’t it?’ I asked.

    He continued to nod.

    ‘You should give it a taste,’ I instructed quietly, adding, ‘you’ll be amazed at the sexy taste and be delighted at how great it feels in your mouth.’ It was a bold proposal.

    Agreeably, the man shifted slightly, allowing the huge cockhead to move towards Dave’s face.

    Brad sighed and announced, ‘Man, you should give it a try! I’d really like to see that!’

    ‘You would?’ Dave asked in surprise.

    ‘Hell, we both enjoy getting blowjobs so much,’ Brad explained, ‘why can’t we try to see if we’d enjoy giving ’em for a change?’

    ‘You, too?’ Dave asked.

    ‘I’m willing’ to try if you are!’ was the honest reply.

    Now, I’m on the taking side of the glory hole with a fine-looking erection inches from my mouth, but millimeters from Dave’s mouth, right under his nose, so I might have said something like, ‘Hey, I’m the cocksucker, here, put it through.’ But the truth is that the little vignette being played out in front of me was exceptionally sexy and was truly turning me on. I wanted to see Dave suck a cock for, apparently, the first time, just as much as the other two guys wanted to see it, too.

    ‘Man, if you’d suck my big cock, it would really be exciting for me,’ the new man exclaimed, slowly rubbing the tip of the fat cock against Dave’s closed lips. Dave did not back away. ‘It’s the first time for you, isn’t it?’ he added huskily.

    Dave tried to nod and the big cock pressed against his nostrils.

    ‘Do it!’ all three of us quietly demanded in unison, surprising me with our mutual turned-on interest in watching a novice suck cock.

    ‘Oh!’ Dave sighed, opening his mouth slightly.

    The man took quick, but gentle, advantage and pressed the meaty cockhead into the lips. I watched Dave’s ovalled lips tighten around the tip. He seemed to suck at the slit.

    ‘He’s tastin’ it!’ the man sighed excitedly. Mentally, I congratulated him for not getting carried away and thrusting his big cock home. He knew what he was doing and we were all enjoying it!

    ‘Pump it!’ the man requested quietly.

    Dave reached up, automatically, and began a knowing pumping action – after all, we all jack off, so doing it to someone else’s cock comes naturally. But it was extremely sensual to watch it happening. I began stroking my own cock, and looked around to see that Brad was stroking his, too.

    Now the man said something very sexual. ‘Suck it!’ he implored, sounding really turned on.

    As Dave’s fist moved upward from the base of the big cock towards the head, his lips relaxed and his mouth opened enough to allow the fat cockhead entry. I felt a pang of envy. Yet, it was unusually exciting to watch a handsome, sexy young man being initiated into cocksucking. And with such an exceptional erection for the initiation!

    ‘He’s sucking!’ the man sighed with great feeling.

    ‘Wow!’ Brad sighed earnestly.

    Wow, indeed, I thought, delighted by the scene I was witnessing through the glory hole. I watched as the large cock was being pumped and the head was being sucked – the classic cocksucking technique. The man allowed Dave to accommodate himself to the effort, obviously enjoying himself, but after a rather surprisingly short period of time he started groaning, and then, suddenly, stiffened and announced, ‘I’m gonna shoot my load, now!’

    To my surprise, Dave kept right on pumping and sucking! The man quivered in obvious orgasm and Dave gulped and gulped, obviously swallowing a good load. Then, Dave released the cock and backed his head away. The man let his still straight-pointing, cum-dripping, cock stand there between all of us, as Brad sighed, ‘He did it! He sucked a cock and drank down the load!’ I love the obvious. But then he added, ‘Now, do me, Dave!’ The cock in his hand looked ready to explode again.

    ‘No!’ Dave responded. ‘That got me so hot, I’m about to shoot my own load all over the place.’ (‘Give it to me,’ I wanted to shout.) ‘And I want you to take, man!’ directing his urgency at Brad.

    ‘Well….’ his friend temporized.

    ‘You said you’d be willing to try,’ the man with the still exposed, spent cock told him.

    ‘Yeah, you did,’ Dave said. He was standing, now. His cock looked fiery red and framed for me in profile right in front of the glory hole – it looked spectacular. Again, I felt a pang of envy, lessened only by the hope of watching yet another novice go at it and become a cocksucker right in front of my eyes. This was truly exciting.

    ‘I know you’ll like it,’ the man told Brad. Brad must have looked puzzled because the man added, ‘I know because I love sucking cock, too. Men who like getting sucked often like sucking cock just as much. It’s a normal give and take. You have to give it a try. Go on! Besides, you may love it!’ He sounded very sincere. ‘Like I do!’ he added.

    I held my breath.

    Suddenly, a handsome face appeared over Dave’s cock, a mouth opened, and Dave’s entire cockhead disappeared. Dave groaned and humped his hips upward in a natural reaction. To my surprise, several inches of his large cock slid into the mouth without protest. The two of them began a humping and slurping action until, suddenly, Dave’s body tensed, his balls tightened in the sac right in front of my eyes, and I knew he was being lifted into orgasm. I heard him say, ‘Ugh,’ several times as he humped his jism into his friend. It was remarkable. They stayed connected for an impressive length of time.

    ‘Let’s see if that guy really does suck cock,’ I suggested, standing and thrusting my fully aroused erection out through the glory hole to stand, expectantly, in the room.

    To no one’s surprise, but to my own delight, a mouth quickly slipped over the crown of my cockhead, sucked, opened further, and took a good portion of cock into itself. This guy was a great cocksucker! With such an exciting scene having been played out right in front of me, I was ready to explode, and this guy sucked my load right out of me, as soon as he confirmed he could take me down to the root! It was my most forceful orgasm of the day, brought on without doubt by the excitement of the carnal display I had been witnessing!

    When I finished, and as soon as he was willing to release me, I went out of the booth. I wanted to get a good look at these sexy guys. The new guy was handsome and friendly. We all washed our cocks and balls at the sink together, talking excitedly about how great this had been, and hoping we’d all get together again real soon. But I knew this was probably a once in a lifetime conjoining of the stars and unlikely to happen again. But it had been great!

    Afterwards, the three of them headed for the door, waving goodbye as I feigned the need to stay behind and comb my hair. But I’m no dummy. As soon as they were gone, I was back in the booth awaiting new meat! I couldn’t wait to tell Tony about this place. I was sure he’d be surprised to learn about such a terrific, close-by, tearoom. But before I could dwell too long about when to tell him, someone came to stand in front of the glory hole while palming the front of his crotch. He required my immediate attention.

    And, oh yes, I beat Paul’s total of six by five! Just think about it. Eleven cocks in a couple of hours in an afternoon. It was glorious (to coin a phrase.) That glory hole became my favorite while I stayed in the city. And Tony’s, too!

    Eventually I had to move on. Which led to even greater opportunities to suck cock! Lots of cock! But sometimes at night I get to remembering that busy hole in the wall and I have to slip a hand down and pump out a big load envisioning in my mind’s eye the cock-after-cock sucking that went on in that wonderful place. That glory hole – that veritable cum fountain! Also, don’t doubt it, I shot a number of loads as I wrote, edited and reedited this memory. If I don’t get off on my own writing, what’s the point of writing it? If I don’t get off on it, you’ll never read it. That’s a promise! And my hope is that as you do read my writings, you’ll – well, you know what you’ll do!

  • The hike through the mountains

    I sat on a log overlooking a beautiful scene on an overlook point in the Mountainous area of northern Washington, It was a majestic, awesome looking area, full of life, and beauty, the sounds of animals, birds, I heard some kind of animal in the distance, just the kind of place I needed to be since leaving the military to get my head on straight.

    I guess I should introduce myself to you, I’m Larry Schuller, I just completed a six year stint in the Marines.

    I had just turned eighteen when I enlisted and went off to the Marine basic raining camp, now altho I’m gay, I didn’t let anyone know it while I was in the Marines, although I did get picked up and given some really fantastic blow jobs, which I loved, by men at different times.

    Thinking back I began to realize that I leaned toward being gay before going into the Marines, I remember in High School, in the locker rooms I had these funny feeling when I noticed other guys stripping down for gym class or in the showers, I found myself getting boners when seeing their gorgeous muscular bodies, those awesome bulges in there Jocky straps, gorgeous asses, I even remember noticing that I like a guy that was slightly hairy, especially their asses, but I liked a little hair on their chests and I loved seeing them in the showers with a beautiful thick bush around their hot, thick cocks. I never was attracted to chicks, not even a little, I thought they were pretty and I played the part of straight but deep down I knew I was gay, or at least thought I was, just not out and active.

    Then to top that off, I went into the Marines, I had become even more of a mature guy, with raging hormones and body desires which wern’t helped by being Thrown into a mix of just gorgeous guys with a miriade of bodys, cocks of all shapes and sizes, cut and uncut, that was almost more than my desires and lusts coult stand, yet I did my part well of not letting guys know that I was lusting and staring at them.

    I kept my composure and desires private, and the only time I let my guard down was when I could stand it no longer.

    I was on a three day pass, I had gotten a ride into the nearest town, and I met this young sailor setting in his dress whites at a bar, he was in town for the same reason I was and we just sort of hit it off.

    We took our drinks and decided to take a small table over out of the hustle and bustle going on at the bar.

    His name was Kyle, we chatted about just about everything, where we came from, our homes, our families.

    For some reason the more we chatted the more attraction I felt toward Kyle, I wanted to make love with this very handsome young blond headed Sailor, we were sitting in a booth, side by side, just carrying on, when I couldn’t help myself I put my hand on Kyle’s leg and slid it gently up toward his crotch when it hit something hard and thick and swollen, I realized Kyle had a very nice cock inside his Navy dress whites and he must have been feeling the same way I was, I squeezed it and he licked his lips and pushed his hips forward motion as if to say, ‘Oh yeah man, that feels fantastic,’ his eyes were closed and I said, ‘Kyle would you like to get a motel room, theres one about a block up the street.’

    ‘Oh yeah, I need some loving really bad, It’s been so long for me,’

    We both stood up dropped a tip on the table for the server, and walked out of the bar side by side with our trousers tented like a mother fucker.

    When we got the single room at the motel, we split the bill, we sat down and took off our shirts, there we sat bare chested, and Kyle was perfect, slightly muscled, beautiful blondish light brown hair across his chest muscles and a washboard stomach.

    Kyle looked up and me and smiled, ‘I love to kiss if thats alright,’ Kyle was sweet, softspoken and gentle, not quite femish but gentle.

    Now you must realize that all I have ever done with another guy is get my cock sucked, before I went into Marines I loved taking a walk down the hiway outside of town, and not haveing a bag or luggage with me was a dead giveaway.

    I wouldn’t have gone half a mile away untill I would get picked up by some guy that wantd to suck my young cock, god it was an awesome feeling as they brought my body to a total explosian, I could almost feel my toes cramping in my nikes as I came to a full cum shot, holding their heads down to my pubic hair as I unloaded my cum into their throats.

    Well Kyle was beautiful, a guy I could fall in love with, we stripped and before I could figure out what I really liked to do sexually, I was on my back, my legs were pinned up over my shoulders and Kyles tongue was penetrating my asshole, I had never felt that before, IT was awesome, I thought I would burst, my cock was like a steel pipe and leaking pre-cum and Kyle was in his own zone, working my asshole over with his tongue, sucking my nuts, doing things I didn’t know happened.

    It was then I decided I wanted to get in on the fun, I flipped over and thats when I saw his cock about to burst the white material of his briefs. it was beautiful, and the area around the head was like he had wet his pants.

    I slid them off his body and I looked eye to eye with a very long, thick Alabama python, his cock was like nine plus inches and so thick it looked like his wrist, I barly got my mouth over the foreskin covered head, but that pre-cum was phenomenal, I loved it and the more I worked the more cock I got into my mouth and Kyle was loving it, before long he was face fucking me as I learned to take more and more of his cock into my throat.

    Kyle’s actions let me know he was getting clost, he was tightening up, his balls had already disappeared into his body, his cock was tightening up like a peice of solid brick, and he was breathing like he was breathing his last breaths.

    Kyle then reached down and grabbed my head and pulled it close to his body and Held it there almost choking me with his thick cock, I felt it jerking in my mouth as it expelled a huge load of sweet, salty, musty tasting almost bleachy nut sauce, his body was jerking and he was grunting like a wild boar as he filled me with his cum.

    I felt like a million dollars for being able to take his load and give my first blowjob, and all Kyle said was ‘Holy Shit man that was fucking amazing.’

    Before the night was over Kyle had me eating his asshole like he had done mine and I got the great pleasure of stuffing my eight inche cock balls deep into Kyles awesome body and He milked my cock with his anal muscles, something I never even knew could be done, It was the most fantastic cum of my life, I didn’t think I was ever going to quit cumming as I fucked Kyle like a mad man, we both enjoyed it, because Kyle shot another load as I busted my nut inside his body, Kyle stroked his cock and shot cum up on his chest and face, we took turns swiping his cum off his chest and licking it off, cleaning his chest. That was a three day leave I’ll never forget, I never did get to connect with Kyle but he has my home address if he wants to contact me.

    I came back to my self setting on the log there in the mountaions, overlooking that scenic overlook, there was not a human within miles I had been hiking into the mountains for almost two days, my hiking boots on, my backpack, bedroll, I was totally enjoying myself.

    I was getting ready to strip and take a dip in this cool mountain stream pool when I hear what sounded like a mans voice, not in words but there was a moaning and grunting sound. I walked over by some bushes and parted them and I was totally stunned to see what was before me.

    I looked forward at this big rock and there before my vision was a God, and Fucking naked God, beautifully bronzed, laying naked against the big Rock like a statue with the biggest cock I had seen since Kyle and I found each other, But it was even bigger, or at least it looked that way.

    This guy was astounding looking, and he was naked as a newborn, His chest was chiseled, thick pec muscles, lightly covered with curly dark brown hairs going down the full front and then into his crotch which had this beautiful bush, and he had his huge cock in his right hand slowly haveing himself a strokeoff out here in the woods, I watched as his uncut cock began to shine as his hand moved back and forth slowly, sliding that gorgeous foreskin back and forth with each stroke uncovering that beautiful flared bluish pink head, shining in the sunlight, It was the most awesome scene I had looked upon since I came into these moutain woods.

    It was more than my body and mind could take, I began to unload my pack, shucked my boots and then my shirt and hiking shorts, there I stood now myself naked, enjoying this beautifu man, and I began stroking my own cock, I had broke a limb back on the bush that was between us so I could clearly watch with no obstruction, and I leaned back against a tree and just watched and stroked my own cock, but I really wanted more, but didn’t think it would happen.

    I could feel my nut coming on, and I knew it wouldn’t take very long, since it had been alost a week since I had shot a load, I closed my eyes as the climax came close and began to really stroke it like mad.

    I opened my eyes to get another look at this gorgeous man, and I gasp in shock, There in front of me not two inches from my face was this mans cock, god it looked big, I jumped, startled, ‘Go ahead it loves to be sucked,’ he said.

    Without hesitation I leaned forward and heard this muscular, gorgeous guy, with a set of nuts like a bull, let out a moan, as I took about six inches of his thick uncut cock into my mouth, I was in heaven and he was enjoying it too from the way he was acting.

    He looked down at me and smiled, ‘Hi, Im Park Ranger Dan, and who might you be, I’m really glad to meet you.’

    I pulled off his cock and looked up and smiled,’Sorry can’t talk with my mouth full, Hehehe, Im Larry Schuller, glad to meet you,’ I said, then like a starving dog, I slid my mouth back over Ranger Dans thick cock and began to work it over. I knew he was enjoying it and I was stopped by his hands grabbing my arms and pulling me up like I was a little boy.

    ‘Turn around,’ He said. I turned around and leaned agains a tree branch and he knelt and spread my asscheeks apart and for the second time in my life I felt a thick tongue go into my asshole and began to licking and working it over, Damn did I ever love it, I was going balistic,

    He had eaten my asshole about ten minutes, I was about to fly over the moon, my cock was dripping when he stopped, slathered some saliva on his thick cock and placed it at the entrance of my asshole, and I felt one hell of a pain as his thick cock broke thru the opening of my asshole, and he slid about seven inches into it. I thought at first I would scream but who would hear it, ‘Just hold on son, it will begin to feel better and get really enjoyable.’ he said.

    Well he was right, and after about ten minutes of his gently sliding the first four or five inches in and out of my asshole, it began to feel awesome, I began to push back against it, and I could feel it touching something up inside my asshole, it was my prostate, and each time that thick shaft slid into my asshole, I would feel like shocks of tingling sensations, and I felt like I was gonna cum with each thrust, I wanted to go faster and deeper, faster and deeper is what Dan started doing, I was grunting like a breading bull, and Dan was laying the log to my ass, it was the first time for me but it was the most awesome feeling I had ever felt, I realized then what my young sailor friend Kyle had felt, because now I was in the same situation.

    Dan began to grunt, he lay over against my back and like a lover he pulled me tight against his body as he fucked me like a friday night whore, I was in heaven as he grabbed my pre-cum leaking cock and began to stroke me like mad, I felt the cum boiling in my loins and my nuts were so tight against my body that I thought they would never come out again.

    I let out a loud moan as Dan Thrust wildly and loudly, letting out a loud yell and groan and I felt all nine and a half inches of his thick uncut cock bury deep in my insides and began to unload its contents, he stroked my cock a few times and I unloaded a huge load all over the ground.

    We lay tightly against each other and let the feeling subside, I didn’t want this to end, but we finally seperated and Dan told me to come with him, I walked over by the big rock he had been laying on, and I watched as he put on his ranger outfit and his hat.

    I dressed and followed him to his ranger cabin.

    It was almost dark and Dan ask me to spend the night with him, I did, he made us a really nice supper of fried chicken and potatoe salad, damn nice cook too.

    Well I spent the night but We didn’t get much sleep. I stayed close to That Cabin for almost two weeks, and Dan and I enjoyed ourselfs immensly.

    I go back there several times a month and visit, I had moved to Washington and work in a small town about thirty miles from the mountain cabin.

    I guess you might say I found my place in life and I am totally happy.


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  • Dad Gives Me A Reward

    I still remember the time that my dad put a show in front of me, well of course I remember it’s only being a day since then.

    Today he said when he gets back from his morning jog he will reward me for being his son, It’s kind of insane since I normally don’t see dads rewarding his children just to be born, unless you count birthdays.

    I couldn’t sit still; I was pacing, I was eager to see what the reward is! I looked out the window, finally! I yelled in my head, I can see my dad heading to the house. His shirt was soaked with sweat, for some reason, I got hard because of that. My dad opened, the door, and walked up stairs, as he walked into my room, he spotted my hard on. ‘Someone is happy to see me’ he said with a grin, I can’t help but blush when he said that. Without warning my dad started stripping off his clothes, he even took off his shoes and socks. As I started at my dad completely naked in front of me, I got really hard.

    ‘Son, take off your clothes please.’ I didn’t hesitate; I started taking off my clothes as well. My dad started rubbing his cock after I was done; he was looking at my naked body. ‘God has sent me a beautiful child hasn’t he?’ My face turned even redder, Dad walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, I have a strong scent of his body as I place my ear against his chest, listing to his heart beat, I enjoyed being close to my father.

    Dad leaned over and whispered into my ear ‘Here is your reward.’ At first I was confuse until it hit me, he wanted me taste his sweaty body! At this point lust took over my mind and body; I close my eyes, as I slip my tongue out, my tongue was welcome of this mainly taste, ‘Mmmm’ I said, I place my whole mouth on his left nipple, as I started sucking on it like a new born.

    ‘Godmmm,’ my dad whispered, I felt exciting knowing I was pleasing him, I continue my work on his nipple, he place his hand on the back of my head, he didn’t wanted me to stop.

    He finally release me after awhile, I knelt down as I looked at his 8 inch cock, I grabbed a hold of it, started stroking it. My dad started whimpering ‘s-son your hand f-feels good, p-please don’t stop.’ I lowered my head, as I licked at his nuts, nice and sweaty, perfect I said in my mind.

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    Dad laid at his bed, as he moved his finger to a come here sign to me, I crawled up to him, I bowed my head at his dick, ‘Enjoy the meat son.’ I smiled I licked the top of his cock, I saw my dad squirmed a bit, but settles down and started moaning, ‘Ohhhh son, please continue your work!’ knowing that he wants more, I slip his whole cock down my throat like a pro. As I moved my head up and down in a rhythm I saw my dad grabbed at the beg sheets and moving his head side to side, He was moaning and whimpering like a pup, he keeps whispering to me, ‘more, more!’ I started stroking my own dick as fast as I can.

    ‘S-son I’m getting CLOSE!!’ knowing that he is getting close I started open my mouth, waiting for his milk to spray at my open mouth ‘FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!’ He yelled as a large load of cum was fired into my mouth, I liked my lips to get the remaining cum off my face. ‘Son, are you getting close?’ he asked ‘Yes.’ He looked at me directly in the eye and said ‘Cum on my chest, I want to feel your hot sperm all over me.’ I moved closer to him, as I stroked my dick rapidly. ‘That’s it son, cum, make your father proud, cum all over me!’ that triggered it. ‘OHHHH SHHIIIIITTTT!’ I yelled as my own load sprayed over his chest, my dad whimpered slightly ‘You’re cum feels good on my body, thank you’ Feeling weak from my climax I fell on his chest, I nuzzled my head on his neck.

    ‘I love you.’ I whispered dad wraps his arms around me, as he whispered to me ‘I love you more.’ I felt his hand on my ass; he moved his finger on my hole and started teasing it, ‘Oh!’ I gasped, I was expecting this! I wriggle my ass around his finger as I whimpered wanting more ‘Son.’ ‘Yes?’ I responded ‘Can I fuck you?’

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  • Prodigal Son

    At last Steve felt he’d gotten the dimensions just right on the sailing sloop they were building for the Connecticut banker. He’d been concentrating for hours on the task. This was the project that should put them into the black for the year, and it was barely October yet.

    It had been a good year. Sonny had left him in March, but Raul had hired up in the wake of Sonny’s departure, and Raul was every bit the man Sonny had been and more. The tall, beefy Cuban émigré had the talented hands for all of the tasks Steve had for him – around the Shrimp Cove Boat Builders yard and, just as important, in Steve’s bed. This was the fourth man Steve had had in the nine years since he left Baltimore and came down to Key West, where the hot men to be had were plenty. And although Steve was pushing his fifties, he still kept a forceful and willing twenty-something hunk around to make him feel young. It had been his good fortune that the last two – Sonny and Raul – had both been expert boat builders. It helped Steve to focus his activities.

    Steve stood and looked down at the drawings spread across his work table. He was pleased with the morning’s work. The Connecticut banker was getting himself one honey of a yacht. And he was buying at just the right time too. The downturn in the market made materials cheaper, and so many of the big boat builders up and down the East Coast had bitten the dust that the smaller, more specialized operations like Steve’s had more breathing room. All they needed was just a couple of yachts like this a year and they were sitting pretty. And the banker was good for the money. What he had already written a cleared check for was more than enough in itself to keep Steve in business until he had to scrounge up another sugar daddy in the new year.

    Steve laughed. The Connecticut banker had been quite a sugar daddy too. Raul had taken care of him when he’d come down to the keys. By the time he went back up to New England, he would have done anything for Raul.

    Yes, indeed, Raul was a real asset.

    With the thought of Raul, Steve lifted his face toward the double-wide garage door that opened the design and construction floor of the ship-building works. He looked out onto the marina on Stork Island, the last key save Key West down the chain of islands strung out between the Florida tip and Cuba. The sunshine streaming through the bay doors was strong and hot, and Steve gauged the breeze – of which there was practically none – by the slight swaying of the two palm trees between the office building and the business’ dock and slipway.

    As he looked, his eyes narrowed and his heart began to race as Raul sauntered up and stood, leaning, at the corner of the open bay. He’d been working in the hot sun, finishing a sailboat for a local customer. And he looked hot in more ways than one. The rays of the sun made him little more than a silhouette from where Steve stood, leaning over his drawing table, but Raul was body beautiful in a tableau like this. He was wearing only shorts, and his dark skin was even more golden from the tanning of the fleeting summer in the keys. All muscle and beef and a full head of black curls. The sultry look of the Caribbean. His casual stance and his torso taut from the pull of his arm resting over his head on the frame of the doorway sent flames of arousal through Steve’s body, and he began to breathe heavily.

    ‘God, it’s hot out here, mon. Time for a beer break?’

    ‘Sure,’ Steve answered tightly. ‘Take one from the fridge and bring me one too, please. I just finished the Walker specs. I think we have a winner.’

    It would be good to have a beer, but what Steve really wanted was Raul over here, behind the table with him. Giving attention to the raging arousal he’d given Steve merely by standing in the doorway in the sunlight.

    ‘Oh, I think Walker can’t help but be pleased,’ Raul said as he sauntered over to the drawing table with two open bottles of Corona dangling from one of his hands.

    ‘Yes, thanks to you.’

    ‘Thanks to Mighty Moe,’ Raul said and then he laughed.

    Steve laughed too. That’s what Raul called it. Might Moe. And mighty it certainly was.

    Raul stood close behind Steve and set a beer for Steve down on a square of space on the surface of the drawing board that wasn’t covered with drawing and spec charts. His other hand snaked around Steve’s waist and palmed Steve’s flat belly after snaking up under the hem of his Polo shirt. Raul took a full pull on his beer bottle while Steve’s breathing turned raspy and he began to tremble.

    ‘Let me see what you’ve drawn,’ Raul said, as he came in even closer behind Steve and looked over his shoulders at the charts and drawings on the surface of the table. ‘Yes, very nice. I think we will enjoy building this one.’

    ‘Raul,’ Steve whispered, with what emitted from his mouth being more of a groan than a spoken word. He was leaning over the table, arms wide, supporting his weight on the heels of his hands, legs splayed, because he felt Mighty Moe, all ready for action, at the small of his back, stroking up and down along his spine. Raul knew full well what he was doing – and how it would be received.

    Young, hot, muscled, virile. Steve had given up a normal life in Baltimore for this. A family, a reputation, more than half a fortune. And at this moment, it had all been worthwhile. God, he loved Key West. No end of young, hung talent. No worries if one took a walk. There would always be another one – or at least there would be as long as he had money and kept his own body in shape.

    ‘Raul,’ he rasped.

    ‘Time for more than a beer break, mon?’ And then that happy, deep-throated laugh. Raul knew his worth – his talents. And he enjoyed life to the fullest.

    Both of Raul’s hands were free now. They were working Steve’s belt buckle and his zipper, and then they were pulling his trousers down off his legs. Mighty Moe was already free, and Steve began to moan at the feel of the power and heft of it at the small of his back.

    ‘Raul,’ he whimpered.

    ‘What is it you want, Mon? Tell Raul.’ And then he laughed again. A husky laugh.

    ‘Fuck me, Raul. Please.’

    ‘Here, now? It’s cost you some cotton. You know that. You know what I like.’

    ‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’ Steve reached down and fumbled with the drawer under the rim of the drafting table and pulled out the lube and one of the condoms he kept there and dropped them on the table within Raul’s reach. This wasn’t a unique scene in the construction hall. Steve enjoyed being taken in various parts of the hall. Raul wasn’t taking liberties.

    Raul didn’t answer. He just laughed and reached over and picked up an Exacto knife from the drafting table.

    Steve trembled, as he felt Raul pull away from him and heard the ripping sound the knife made behind him in the briefs he was still wearing.

    Raul flipped the knife back onto the table and squeezed lube out onto his hand and then, as Steve leaned over the table, arms wide, supporting his body, Raul palmed his belly with his free hand and Steve began to grunt and groan as thick, slick fingers snaked through the slit in his briefs and entered him and began to open him up to the power of Mighty Moe.

    With trembling hands Steve took up the condom package and slit it open and freed the condom for Raul to take up when he was ready.

    Steve felt like Raul had his whole fist up there now, and he was hyperventilating and moaning and moving his butt on the invading fingers. He didn’t notice when Raul had taken up the condom and rolled it on Mighty Moe, but the strength of Raul entering him almost lifted Steve up off the floor and would have slammed his chest down on top of his yacht drawings, if Raul wasn’t palming his belly with a strong support hand.

    ‘Oh Shit, Raul. Yesssss!’ Steve cried out. Raul hunched his chest over Steve’s shoulder blades and gripped Steve’s wrists with his fists and fucked hard and fast up into Steve’s ass. And then slow and deep. Steve moaned and moaned and moaned as Raul fucked on, breathing heavily now and still laughing, thoroughly enjoying himself.

    Steve almost collapsed on the table as he came, but Raul moved his hands in time to Steve’s side, a finger on either side reaching for and finding and rubbing Steve’s nipples under his Polo shirt as Raul rode on and on.

    Steve looked out toward the marina as he held there, in exhaustion, while the young and vigorous Raul continued to plow him through the hole he’d rent in Steve’s briefs.

    The figure of another man was silhouetted in the door. A young, lithe man. Blond and tanned. He was peering into the interior of the construction hall, but it was debatable what he could see – and what he could discern was happening over the drafting table – because of the dimness of the interior and the brightness of the sun beaming into the door.

    ‘Be . . . with you . . . in . . . a minute,’ Steve managed to vocalize, hoping that his voice sounded somewhat normal. ‘Wait by the dock . . . Please. Be . . . with . . . in . . .’

    Steve hoped the moan he gave as Mighty Moe pulled out of him and the condom was jerked off and Steve felt the wetness spread up the small of his back wasn’t audible as far as the doorway.

    The young man turned and disappeared from the doorway. Raul laughed and went back to finger fucking Steve through the hole in his briefs – just long enough to establish that he was finished when he wanted to be finished. Steve loved this aspect of the younger man.

    * * * *

    ‘Yes, may I help you?’ The young man didn’t look like a buyer. He’s was too young, for starters, and he was leaning against a venerable Camaro, which looked like a speed ticketer’s delight. ‘Are you interested in a boat? . . . or maybe employment.’

    The young man leaned against his car and gave Steve a searching look back. He was a very presentable young man, just the type Steve liked. Young, and hunky. Blond, with curly hair and a chiseled face and torso. He wore his T-shirt and jeans and moccasins without socks well.

    ‘Umm, maybe employment,’ the young man said. But he said it almost like a question, and in faltering tones, like maybe there was something else heavy on his mind. Steve didn’t think it was because he saw that Steve was being fucked by Raul just now – at least Steve hoped not. The interior of the drafting and construction hall was dark and the young man hadn’t come inside. From the doorway, it would have just looked like Steve was hunched over the drafting table. And if the outline of Raul behind him could have been seen, it would have only looked like Raul was looking at the material on the table top over his shoulder. Surely, Steve thought. Surely, that’s the most that it would have looked like.

    And, anyway, the young man hadn’t left. So he must not have been embarrassed by anything.

    ‘You old enough to work?’ Steve asked. He didn’t need any more workers, but this guy was gorgeous. It wouldn’t hurt not to just say no and send him off.

    ‘Yeah, I’m nineteen. Nineteen in June. June 19th.’ Again that searching look, but then he shrugged and said, ‘Old enough.’

    ‘Know anything about boat building.’

    ‘A bit. My old man is a boat builder.’ The young guy was looking at Steve as if Steve was supposed to know something he didn’t.

    ‘From around here?’ Steve asked.

    ‘No. I’m down from Maryland.’ That pregnant pause again.

    Steve was beginning to feel like this was pulling teeth.

    ‘Got a name?’

    ‘Ty. Ty Taylor.’ He pronounced it like it was some sort of answer to a million-dollar TV quiz question.

    ‘Well, hello, Ty. I’m Steve.’ Somehow the name sounded familiar, and Steve went over the names of customers and local families. There were a lot of Taylors around. He was always being stopped and asked if he was related to so and so. He didn’t want to just turn the guy around if he was here through a connection that meant something to the well-being of Steve’s company.

    ‘Yes, I know your name . . . You don’t recognize me at all, do you?’

    His voice sounded a bit piqued and Steve looked at him sharply, his mind racing. But the young man’s mouth was faster than Steve’s post-fucked brain could compete with.

    ‘Ty Taylor. Your son.’ The young man said it with a hardness and bitterness that slapped Steve right in the face.

    ‘Oh,’ he muttered. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just such a surprise. So much time . . . how’s . . . how’s your mother?’

    ‘She’s dead. Cancer. Went fast. I need a place to stay until I can regroup, and boat building is what I do in Baltimore.’

    Steve felt the presence of Raul at the door to the drafting and construction hall, and when he looked around, he saw that Raul was looking at the young man – his son – rather than at him.

    * * * *

    ‘You can’t stay here, son.’

    ‘You were about to hire me before you found out I was your son. Is it because of who you are? What you do? Why you left us?’

    ‘I couldn’t stay in Baltimore,’ Steve answered, a note of defensiveness in his voice. ‘It would have hurt you and your mother more if I had stayed. And I took care of you – both of you.’

    ‘You didn’t even know who I was,’ Ty answered softly. ‘You didn’t recognize the name you gave your own son. And you didn’t know mother was dead.’

    ‘It was best,’ Steve said stubbornly. ‘My activities were blown all across the newspapers. He was a deputy mayor, for Christ’s sake. It was best that I just leave.’

    ‘You didn’t answer my question,’ Ty now said. ‘You were about to hire me before you found out I was your son. What makes my presence as your son rather than just another workman so impossible?’

    Steve said nothing, so Ty picked up the conversation again.

    ‘Is it because of that guy standing in the doorway? The guy who was fucking you when I started to enter your office? Is that why you don’t want a son around? Because I know men fuck you? You can’t get it up if your son is here?’

    Each accusation was like a hard slap across Steve’s face, and he lowered his head and couldn’t look at his son.

    ‘If that’s it, I know you fuck men. I came here for a job, for someplace where I can shack up for a while and take stock and see what I want to do in life. I didn’t come here to pass judgment or try to keep you from doing what you want to do. You proved where your priorities were when you left us in Baltimore and came down here. I just need a job and a roof over my head for a few months, god damn it.’

    ‘You got money for a meal or do you need some?’ Steve said.

    ‘I got money. Money’s not the problem. You sent us money.’

    ‘Well, go get something to eat and come back in an hour or two and I’ll be ready to show you where the house is. There’s a room. But I share a room with Raul over there. If you have a problem with that, don’t come back.’

    ‘I don’t have a problem with that,’ Ty answered.

    Steve turned and walked back to the office, his heart thumping in his chest, his feet feeling like lead, every ounce of him screaming out that this wouldn’t work.

    As he walked past Raul, the Cuban put a hand on his arm. He was grinning. ‘New tail in town? He’s a cutie.’ Then he lifted a pair of ripped cotton briefs to his face and took a good whiff of his trophy.

    ‘Don’t even start with me,’ Steve hissed through clinched teeth.

    * * * *

    Miracle of miracles, it turned out that Ty knew his way around a boatyard and also was the model of discretion in Steve’s house.

    He didn’t lay a guilt trip on the father who had deserted him and jilted his mother for another man – well, for a series of men, most of them young enough to be Ty’s brother.

    Ty came with boat-making skills, but under the tutelage of Raul on the construction line, his talents and abilities blossomed even further.

    The months rolled by. By Christmas, Steve had decided that he wanted to have Ty around and that he loved making boats as much as his dad did. In early spring, Steve stood out in front of the drafting and construction hall as sign makers hoisted a new sign over the bay doors and hammered it in place. The company name had been changed to Steve Taylor and Son. Ty was given greater supervisory responsibility out on the dock and was spending time with his father at the drafting table. Steve didn’t think his son would ever actually design the boats, but he wanted him to know enough about the process to be able to see whether they were designed well after Steve was no longer doing it.

    Ty was given keys to the company offices, his name was put on the company bank accounts, and he was given title to a brand-new Camaro.

    There was no discomfort between father and son at all. If anything, it was Raul who seemed put off kilter by the presence of Ty in their lives. Steve decided that Raul might have had ambitions vis-a-vis the company, but if so, that was really just too bad for him. Steve had never intended to make Raul a partner in that sense. Steve had thought of making Raul his life partner, though, and this is where the presence of Ty was having a bit of negative effect.

    Not that Ty was a problem. The problem was Raul. Raul just wasn’t as impetuous and forceful as he had been before – and he didn’t surprise Steve with the sex urge as often.

    They still fucked often enough for Steve, though – so if there was a problem, Steve saw it as Raul’s problem.

    At least he did until the evening he came home from work and decided to do a wash and went into Ty’s room to gather up anything he’d thrown on the floor that might need laundered – and found the ripped briefs.

    They were laying right there at the side of the bed. A rip in the rear. Right where Raul liked to split them apart when he fucked Steve. Steve had learned early that Raul had this fetish with briefs.

    These weren’t Steve’s briefs, though. These were Ty’s briefs. And Raul and Ty had gone off early that afternoon to look at a boat that might need reconstructed up on Long Key. Or at least that’s where they had told Steve they had gone.

    * * * *

    Steve thought that he could live with sharing his son with Raul. And if that had been what it was about, maybe it all would have worked out.

    The next time Ty told him that he and Raul had to drive off somewhere for the afternoon, Steve waited a half hour and then drove back to the house. He parked down the street and approached the house from the back and quietly entered through the kitchen.

    They were there. The company’s pickup was in the drive. And Steve could hear them, down the hall, in Ty’s room. He quietly approached the door and peeked through the half-closed door, around the hinges. What he saw caught him by surprise and was something he couldn’t forget.

    Both men were naked, their bodies beautiful, Ty’s lighter skin on Raul’s. But what was unsuspected was that it was Raul who was lying back on the bed and Ty rubbing his briefs on Raul’s face for him to sniff them and then pulling the briefs up Raul’s legs. And then turning the Cuban hunk over onto his belly. Ty’s mouth went to the bulge of Raul’s buttocks and he was ripping a hole in the cotton material with his teeth, while Raul was moaning and writhing under him, which only increased as Ty’s tongue went to Raul’s hole through the rip in the briefs.

    Steve watched in utter surprise and arousal as Ty then straddled Raul’s hips with his thighs and began to fuck the Cuban through the rip.

    The father backed away from the door and quietly retreated down the hall. He jacked himself off when he reached his car, unable to get the image of the two men fucking out of his head – not Raul fucking Ty, but Ty fucking Raul.

    Steve did his best over the next few days to forget and not reveal what he had seen, what he knew. But it was becoming an obsession, and one that Raul could not miss. Sex with Raul wasn’t the same now. And Steve’s obsession was not that Ty was fucking Raul, but that Ty wasn’t fucking Steve. Steve knew it was wrong, but it wasn’t like he had raised Ty as his son. He hadn’t seen Ty since he was ten. Ty had grown up to be another man, not his son. Just a stranger. A gorgeous stranger with a master cock that he was using to cock the man who was cocking Steve.

    Inevitably there was a small disagreement over something minor that blossomed into a shouting match between Raul and Steve that ended up with Steve spilling out a sarcastic remark on what he knew was going on between Raul and his son.

    The atmosphere in the house for the rest of the evening was decidedly frosty. Raul didn’t come to Steve’s bed. In the middle of the night, when Steve awoke and Raul still hadn’t come to his bed, Steve rose and padded down the hall to Ty’s room. Raul wasn’t there either. But Ty was there, naked, lying on his bed, and looking absolutely delicious.

    Steve stood in the dark outside Ty’s room, watching Ty’s body bathed in moonlight. And his hand went to his cock and he masturbated, half dreaming of Ty working his body like Steve had seen him fucking Raul.

    The next day, Steve discovered that Raul had cleared out. He didn’t appear for work and he wasn’t at the house that night. Or the next night.

    But Ty was there. Ty took up the slack of Raul’s disappearance at the docks, and he was skilled enough now to manage it. Ty became indispensable at the boatyard. And he was there, in the house, in the evening.

    Ty began to walk around the house in next to nothing. And he brought home porn videos, and he’d sit on the couch in front of the TV and watch them and play with his cock.

    He was driving Steve crazy. At first Steve would hang back in the dining room, working on company papers on the dining room table, within sight of the gay porn showing on the television, but where he couldn’t see Ty. But all the time he was sitting at the table, his mind was seeing Ty even if his eyes couldn’t.

    After a few days, Steve would knock off working at the table before the porn video finished, and he’d come into the living room and sit in an overstuffed chair where he could watch Ty climax at the high point in the film. Then he’d get up and go down the hallway to his own room and shut the door – and jack himself off to the vision of Ty.

    The first time Ty fucked his father was a couple of weeks after this pattern had set in. The night was dark. It was raining and there were flashes of lightning. The air was hot, and close, and sticky. Steve was in cotton sleeping shorts and laying on his belly on his bed, trying to go to sleep, but held awake by details of the mornings work running through his mind – and being pushed aside by thoughts of Ty’s body. Of Ty’s smooth, youthful muscles, the beauty of his blondness, the strength of his fucking of the Cuban, Raul.

    Steve heard a noise and he looked up at the open door to his bedroom. He thought he saw the naked body of Ty leaning against the door frame there, illuminated by a flash of lightning. But he assumed he was hallucinating and he shut his eyes tightly and opened them again. Another flash of lightning revealed the doorway to be clear.

    But then he felt the heaviness of Ty’s body coming down, full length, on top of him, the slickness of Ty’s hot body on his, the muskiness of his scent, the hardness of the muscles.

    Steve felt fingers digging at the cotton material covering his butt, and he heard the ripping sound of the material, and he felt the cool, lube-slathered fingers at his entrance. And he groaned and gave a small yelp as the fingers entered him, roughly and deeply.

    Ty’s body was covering his, trapping him completely, holding him within constraining bounds as Steve writhed at the rough opening of his channel. Then Ty’s cock was invading him, stretching and punishing him. Skin on skin. No condom here. The skin of the son rubbing against, chaffing, the sensitive channel of the father.

    Steve tried to spread his legs, tried to widen the access to his channel, but Ty tightened the vice of his thighs encasing Steve’s, wanting him tight, wanting his channel to feel the full fury of a young, vigorous, monster cock.

    The father moaned and whimpered and cried for mercy, but Ty fucked on, the moaning of the bedsprings matching those of the father. Steve reached over his head and grabbed at the slats of the headboard as Ty rode him hard.

    After an eternity, Ty put a hand under Steve’s belly and brought him up on his knees and then continued fucking him doggy style, his hand now reaching around and grabbing Steve’s dick and pumping it until Steve came with an exhausted cry and collapsed on the mattress. But Ty just followed him down and fucked on.

    Ty came twice inside Steve before Steve drifted off into sleep in exhaustion. When he woke, it was morning – more than an hour after he should be at the boatyard – and the only evidence he had that the night had been real was mussed sheets, a sore channel, and ripped sleeping shorts.

    Ty wasn’t in the house. But when Steve reached the boatyard, Ty was there, working away on a boat hull as if nothing had happened the night before.

    Neither father nor son said anything about the fucking in the night – not that day, or the day after it happened again, or the day after the next time.

    Steve was horrified, confused, and frustrated by it all. Ty was his son. But Steve also was totally aroused by what was happening. The Ty who fucked him was a vigorous hunk in the night. There was little connection to be made to the snot-nosed ten year old Steve had deserted in Baltimore.

    Steve told himself it would have to stop. But the more he told himself that, the more of an obsession it became for him. And now being taken in the night, in secret almost, wasn’t enough. Steve wanted to fuck in the daylight – joyously and like any committed couple would. It didn’t matter that Ty technically was his son. He wanted Ty to be his life partner. They already were partners in the business. There wasn’t anything Steve had that he wouldn’t give Ty – just as long as Ty fucked him.

    He spilled out to Ty what he wanted one sunny afternoon in midsummer after Steve had stood in the bay door of the drafting and construction hall and watched Ty, shirtless, work on fitting and polishing a teak deck on a small sailboat. Steve couldn’t take it anymore. He told Ty that he wanted to go back to the house with him then and there and wash and fuck with him in the shower, and then to fuck the rest of the day away on Steve’s bed – in the daylight. Acknowledging to the light of day that they fucked.

    Ty merely put his hammer down, smiled, and led Steve to the pickup. They fucked under the running water in the shower, Steve’s legs hooked on Ty’s hips and his face buried in Ty’s chest as the younger man pushed Steve’s back up and down on the soapy stall wall tiles with the strength of his cock.

    And then, in the full daylight, Steve laid on his back on his bed, his legs spread, while Ty stood between them and fucked Steve interminably while kneading his nipples with strong, calloused fingers, the two men’s eye’s locked on each other’s.

    Three changes of positions and two comings deep inside Steve’s channel, and Ty left Steve to drift off into fully satiated sleep, while the younger man went back to the shower.

    When Steve came out of sleep, it was twilight and the house was silent. Too silent.

    He rose off the bed – painfully, as Ty had worked his channel like never before – and went to the door to Ty’s room. Ty wasn’t there. In fact, there was little of Ty there. His closet was bare, and the room looked like it had been stripped of everything that had made it into Ty’s room.

    Steve drunkenly moved down the hall, swaying and hitting both walls as he stumbled.

    The note was on the dining room table. Next to it was the company checkbook. The balance had been zeroed out.

    Through blurry-eyed tears Steve struggled to read the note: ‘You fucked the family. Now I hope you know how it feels to be completely fucked.’

    Steve sank into a chair by the table. He didn’t have to look around to know that Ty had taken everything that wasn’t nailed down – all that Steve had worked for for nine years. And even then, wherever Ty was, he still owned half of the company. And everything was in the company name, including the house.

    He was trembling – trembling from frustration and anger. But the anger wasn’t directed at Ty. Steve was angry with himself – because all that Ty had taken didn’t matter a bit to him. What mattered was that Ty was gone. That Ty wouldn’t be there tonight to fuck him.


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  • My Two College Roommates

    Jack and I were sitting in out dorm room chatting away, beginning to get acquainted since we’d both arrived the day before and were still getting settled in. We’d gone to the cafeteria together for lunch and were getting the room arranged to our desires. It was actually considered a suite having two rooms with a bath. Originally it was designed for two students, each having their own room, but supposedly because of a lack of money, they hadn’t built a new dorm in years. Now one room had two beds and two desks and two armoires, and the other had one bed, one desk, one armoire plus a love seat, a coffee table, and an easy chair. It might be called a suite, but it was still going to be pretty cozy for three, but not having to go down the hall for a shower was a real plus. Since our third roommate had not arrived yet, Jack and I talked it over and decided to be generous and take the double room and leave him with the single. But maybe we weren’t so generous, since that person could not go to sleep while someone was in the so-called lounge area. I intended to do a lot of reading while sitting in that easy chair.

    Jack seemed to be a pretty good guy and I thought we’d get along fine. He was from Saginaw and was studying pharmacy while I came all the way from Buffalo New York, but that was because my dad was an alumnus and wanted me to attend here as well. I was on general studies because I hadn’t decided what to major in yet. Neither of us was on a scholarship or anything, but we both were going to try out for the swim team. Jack’s high school team had made the state finals last year, and my team had been pretty good and besides, I loved swimming and to be totally honest, I loved trotting around in my speedo and showing off my cool bod too. I didn’t just swim, I worked out at the gym too and if I say so myself I had a real tight muscled body. I was one of the hottest and most popular guys in my high school, and I was almost an all ‘A’ student as well: 3.7 GPA.

    Jack said he checked the records and our third roommate was a jock; here on a wrestling scholarship. We hoped he’d be as easy going as we were so we could maybe all hang around together. Let me tell you as much as we pretend to be tough, being a freshman in College and away from home for the first time is a pretty scary thing.

    ‘These are the skinniest damn closets I’ve ever seen’ I said to Jack trying to squeeze my clothes into the armoire. There were two armoires’, two beds, two desks, and two chairs in the room and there was not a hell of a lot of room left over. Each had drawers down one side and a rod to hang clothes on the other, plus one big drawer at the bottom. ‘I don’t know how they expect us to get everything in here.’

    ‘I noticed there is some kind of slide out box under the beds’ Jack said ‘so I guess you put some of your stuff under there.’

    ‘Oh. I didn’t notice that. I guess that’ll work. I think everything should fit. The advisor told me our suitcases go in the storeroom in the basement so I may just leave a few things I don’t need right now in my suitcase. Hopefully I can get to it later if I need to.’

    Jack gave a laugh. ‘It looks like you brought everything you own. I don’t think you’ll need all that stuff, so you might consider sending some of it home later on.’

    ‘Well maybe; we’ll see how it goes. Perhaps I did get carried away’ I laughed. Once we had everything put away we went into the lounge area.

    ‘This is kind of neat’ Jack said. ‘This will give our roommate his own room, but I wonder how he’ll feel about sharing it with this sitting area. We’ll have to set up some kind of schedule of when we can sit in here and when he wants to sleep.’

    ‘yeah’ I said ‘we’ll probably have to set up a schedule. I wonder where he is anyway. Tomorrow morning is orientation so he’s got to get here today.’ And just as I said that, the door opened and in swept our roommate. Actually, two guys came in. Or should I say two and a half. The first guy was enormous; not more than five foot ten or eleven but I swear to god he was almost as wide as he was tall. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans but he was almost bursting out of them in every direction. I’d never seen shoulders that wide or a chest that massive on anybody before. And his arms. Christ his arms. I didn’t know muscles came that big. I loved hot muscle guys kinda like myself, but this guy was so big he was scary. You’d piss your pants if he even looked at you funny. I felt a lurch in both my stomach and my crotch. I’m not sure whether it was fear or lust, or maybe both.

    The second guy was a cute blond about my size. Maybe 5’8′ and about 150 pounds. He looked like he had a nice build. I was so overwhelmed by the first guy that I hardly noticed the blond at first. But on second glance I saw that he was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. While the big guy was undoubtedly handsome with the body of a god, the blond guy was spectacular and he definitely caused a stir in my pants. I was most definitely partial to pretty-boy blonds, and since I’m always a top, this guy looked like my perfect type. He was almost too perfect in fact, and was probably way out of my league.

    ‘Which one of you’s Jack’ the big guy asked.

    ‘Ahhh… That’s me’ answered Jack.

    ‘Pack up. You’re moving upstairs to room 32.’

    ‘Want?’ Jack said in surprise. ‘They told me to come here to 21.’

    ‘Well that’s changed. You’re now in room 32, so pack up.’ The big guy walked over and opened the door to the bathroom and peeked in. Then he opened the door between the rooms and looked in there as well. ‘Yeah Perry. This is the layout. So move this bed and armoire into this other room and that’ll be our bedroom. Then put all three desks in here’ he said as he turned around. ‘Then check with the senior advisor and tell him we need another easy chair in here.’

    Jack and I were sitting there speechless as this guy took charge. Talk about arrogant. Then he turned to me. ‘What’s your name’ he asked me.

    ‘Ahhh… I’m J-j-jeff’ I answered with a gulp. Shit, this guy had me intimidated already. He made me nervous just by looking at me. This guy was totally awesome.

    ‘Okay Jeff. You help Perry get this place organized. I’m gonna go work out’ he said stepping out into the hall.

    ‘Ahhh… s-s-sure’ I answered with a quiver in my voice.

    ‘Perry’ the big guy said. ‘Get all my stuff up here and put away before I get back. And make sure we’ve got towels cause I want to try out the shower.’

    ‘Yes sir Colt’ the blond answered as the big guy walked away.

    ‘What the hell’ Jack and I both said at the same time.

    ‘Here’s your transfer papers Jack’ Perry said handing a residence form to Jack. ‘You’ll have to move fast because I’ve got to get everything put away before Colt gets back, and his stuff is still downstairs at the entrance.

    ‘What the fuck is going on?’ jack said angrily as he looked at the transfer form. ‘I know I was assigned to this room. I’m going to go over there to the housing office and find out what the hell’s going on.’

    ‘Please man. Don’t do that’ said Perry. ‘You’ll get me into a lot of trouble. Colt wants this place ready and I’ve got less than two hours to do it.’

    ‘But this is my room’ Jack shouted.

    ‘You gotta understand Jack that Colt wanted this done, and the senior floor advisor went along with him. You can check with him if you want. Colt always gets what he wants man. So please, don’t fight it. Just go. Maybe Jeff can help you. I gotta go get Colt’s stuff.’ With that, he went out and headed down the hall.

    ‘I don’t believe this’ Jack said in amazement. ‘I don’t fuckin believe this.’

    ‘Never mind Jack. Let’s get you moved. You’re probably lucky because this guy looks like the roommate from hell anyway.’ I helped Jack put his clothes back into his suitcases, and take them upstairs. As we were going out, Perry came in with a couple cases and started putting things away.

    After helping Jack for a while, I came back down and saw that Perry had moved the two desks out of the double room and crammed them into the lounge area.

    ‘What’er ya doin man?’ I asked. ‘These won’t fit in here.’

    ‘I’m obeying orders is what I’m doing’ he snapped as he pushed a chair out of the way. ‘Now help me get this bed into the other room.’ He pulled the mattress off the bed and dragged it through the doorway.

    ‘That ain’t gonna fit’ I said as I followed him. ‘There’s no room for three beds in here.’

    ‘Yes there is’ Perry said as he dropped the mattress on my bed. ‘Colt already checked it out. There’s plenty of room now that I’ve got the desks out.’

    ‘So are you guys a couple, huh?’ I asked brazenly.

    ‘Well… yeah. I suppose you could say that.’

    ‘That’s really cool; three gay guys in one room.’

    ‘Yeah. Sure’ he said giving me a dirty look. ‘Now help me get this bed in here.’

    ‘He didn’t bother introducing himself, but obviously his name is Colt. And Jesus, he’s really a big guy isn’t he?’

    ‘Actually his real name is Colby Logan, but if you value your life you won’t ever call him anything but Colt.’

    ‘You called him sir when he was here’ I said. ‘What is he, your boss? I thought he was freshman just like us’ I asked as we dragged the bed into the other room.

    ‘He is a freshman, but have you even looked at him?’ he said with disgust. ‘Let me tell you, if Colt tells you to do something, you jump to it and you call him sir and you thank him for it and then you kiss his ass if he wants. When Colt talks, you listen.’

    ‘Hell, I can see he’s a giant. I’m not blind, and there’s no way I’m gonna mess with him’ I said. ‘But I hope he doesn’t expect me to call him sir?’

    ‘You’ll call him whatever he wants you to call him if you know what’s good for you. He’ll let you know what he wants soon enough’ Perry answered.

    ‘Well, this is looking pretty damn weird, you doin whatever that guy tells you’ I remarked. ‘And if he’s as big a bully as it seems, I’m not staying in this room.’

    ‘You’ll do what you’re told Jeff. Just like I do.’

    ‘Well, that’s bullshit’ I answered in disgust as we finished moving the bed.

    ‘Jeff. Could you do me a favor? Would you got down to the store room at the end of the hall and get some towels? I haven’t had a chance yet.’ So I went and got some towels and put them on one of the desks. Perry had got things mostly organized and was now making the beds as I sat down with a magazine.

    I’d barely sat down when Colt walked in. His wife beater and blue gym shorts were soaking wet from sweat, and he looked even more massive than when he was here before. The incredible ridges between his deltoids and his biceps were astonishing; like nothing I’d ever seen before. And now pumped from the gym and glistening with sweat those arms were unbelievable. And the rest of him; the chest, the tiny waist, the massive thighs were almost more than I could comprehend. I couldn’t help but gasp aloud in amazement and again a got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my cock jerked. Hell, I was terrified of him, but I think I was in love with him as well. And my cock didn’t know what to do: grow in desire or shrivel up in fear. Jesus, looking like that, who wouldn’t be afraid of him. And he was not just huge, because when I was finally able to pull my eyes away from his incredible body, I noticed he was very handsome as well, with perfect masculine features. Totally stunning in the most virile way and one hundred and ten percent macho male. And even though his muscles were gigantic, they were in perfect proportion to his hunky body. He was one magnificent chunk of muscle. And right now he was totally pumped from his workout which took my breath away. I don’t know if he heard me gasp but he ignored me as he dropped his gym bag on the floor and headed into the bathroom.

    I suddenly began to realize why Petty called him sir and did his bidding. You definitely didn’t want to get on this guy’s wrong side. Who in the hell would dare refuse him anything? I got a weak feeling in my groin as I thought of him having sex. Hell yes he was gorgeous, but I was a top and I knew this guy could turn me into a pretzel in a second if he wanted to. I was a top, but not in a million years was this guy a bottom.

    ‘Perry. Where’s my god damn towel’ I heard him shout.

    Perry literally leaped through the door and grabbed a towel from the stack on the desk and rushed into the bathroom.

    ‘I told you to put towels in here.’

    ‘I’m sorry sir’ I heard Perry whisper. ‘I didn’t have a chance to…..’

    ‘Just leave it’ I heard Colt snap.

    ‘Yes sir’ Perry answered. As he closed the bathroom door he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish look on his face. I was shocked. Wow! He was really under that guy’s control. Stepping over towards me he picked up the gym bag and took it into the other room.

    ‘What the fuck is going on?’ I mumbled aloud to myself. I left the room and went upstairs to see what Jack was up to. I was actually getting a little frightened. That guy was a hell of a turn on, but I don’t get fucked, and I certainly didn’t want to become somebody’s slave. But actually, just thinking about doing him gave me chills of excitement. Hell; top or not, I’d blow him in a minute if I had the chance.

    Jack had finished unpacking again, so he and I went exploring around the campus and then had dinner together.

    I arrived back at the room about three hours later. As I entered the room I saw Colt sitting on the sofa reading a magazine wearing only a pair of jockey shorts which gave me an instant hard on. Jesus was he huge. Huge and dazzling. Every inch of him was hard bulging muscle, and I could easily see why he was on a wrestling scholarship. I couldn’t imagine anyone ever overpowering all that muscle. I was into complete sensory overload.

    There was another easy chair in the room now, making it into a nice lounge. The three desks were side by side against the back wall. Perry was setting at the middle one, also wearing only jockey shorts, and was writing something. Both of them were wonderful to look at, but I hoped they did not plan to sit around in their underwear all the time. I’m no prude, but we might want to have friends in some time, and it’d be nice if they were wearing clothes. And besides, both of them were stunning and if I had a hard on all the time it was going to be embarrassing.

    ‘Hi guys’ I said trying to be friendly. Colt nodded his head at me and Perry said hi. I opened the door and peaked into the other room. All three beds and armoire’s were there and it seemed to be a good set up. I’m not sure how I was going to be able to sleep with these two spectacular creatures in the room with me, but I suppose I’d figure it out.

    ‘So. You guys get everything set up the way you wanted it?’ I asked as I turned back.

    ‘Yeah. I think this is going to work’ Colt answered. ‘Perry’s got things pretty well organized. You doing anything tonight?’ This was only the second time Colt had spoken to me, and again I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Perry was obviously his servant or maybe even his slave, and I was terrified of what he might want from me. And I had no doubt he’d get whatever he wanted.

    ‘Ahhh… yeah. Ahhh… C-c-colt’ I stuttered. Shit; he had me so intimidated I couldn’t even talk without stammering. ‘J-J-Jack and I are going to the movies’ I answered. ‘I ahhh… I just… I just stopped by to get my jacket.’

    ‘Okay. We’ll get better acquainted tomorrow’ he said as he glanced at me. My growing cock went instantly soft in trepidation from that cool look of superiority on his face. I actually felt my knees shaking.

    ‘Okay. G-g-great’ I answered and my voice broke, ending in a squeak. Talk about embarrassed. If he hadn’t already guessed it, he now knew I was terrorized by him. And ‘getting acquainted’? I’m not sure what that meant, but I figured I wasn’t going to be for my benefit.

    I didn’t get back until almost midnight and found Perry dozing on the love seat. He opened his eyes as I walked in. ‘You better get to bed Perry’ I said. ‘We’ve got be up for breakfast at seven in the morning.’

    ‘It’s okay Jeff. Colt wants me to sleep out here tonight.’

    ‘What the fuck for?’ I asked. ‘He won’t let you sleep in your own bed?’

    ‘Hold it down Jeff. He’ll hear you’ he whispered. ‘But it’s okay. I don’t mind.’

    ‘Perry’ I asked. ‘Does this have something to do with that towel thing this afternoon?’

    Perry looked embarrassed as he answered. ‘Ahhh…. Well…. Maybe. Colt likes things to be perfect and I’ve been messin up a lot lately so he was pretty pissed. I had to promise never to forget his towel again’ he said glancing over at his desk. I walked over and saw several pages with scribbling. Taking a closer look I saw the same sentence was written over and over again: ‘I will never forget to put a clean towel in the bathroom for you again’. It looked like there were half a dozen pages there.

    ‘I don’t believe this shit’ I said loudly. ‘You’re scared to death of that a-hole aren’t you?’ I said with a quiver in my voice. This was really scary, but it was also making me angry. Who did Colt think he was? Perry was a cute kid; hell, he was a gorgeous kid, and it wasn’t fair that he had to wait on Colt hand and foot.

    ‘Jeff. Please don’t’ Perry pleaded softly. ‘Please.’ We both looked up when the door to the other room opened and Colt stood there in the nude. He literally took my breath away. Again. He was incredible. Enormous muscles bulging even when he was totally relaxed and a cock; an awe inspiring cock dangling down between his legs.

    ‘Perry’ he said. ‘I’m about to turn the light out and go to sleep so I don’t want to hear any noise. Jeff. You and me’ll have a talk tomorrow. If you’re going to bed, get in here so we can turn out the light.’ Colt turned and went back to bed leaving the door open.

    ‘What the fuck’ I said, but I was no fool and I barely whispered it in Perry’s ear. Perry put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion and leaned over and turned off the lamp. The room was now full dark with only the light coming from the other room. I’m not totally stupid and I was not about to get Colt pissed, so I scurried into the bedroom, stripped, turned out the light and climbed it. I felt a shiver shoot up my spine as I thought about what it meant to ‘get acquainted’ with Colt. Tomorrow. I’d find out tomorrow.

    When I awoke, I opened one eye and saw that it was light in the room so it must be morning. Something woke me up so I looked around and saw that Perry had just entered the room. I stretched and yawned and rolled over but Perry didn’t even look in my direction. His Jockey shorts had disappeared and he was now totally nude, and wow, was he ever a cutie. Nice chiseled pectorals and rippling abdominals; sculptured shoulders and particularly large biceps. He was built bigger than a swimmer; more like a gymnast with tight hard muscles. However, no gymnast had bulging thighs like his. He was really built, and almost as big as me. The only reason I hadn’t noticed it yesterday was because Colt was so massive and Perry looked like a midget next to him. But Perry had him in the face. A beautiful baby face, with blond bangs and slightly darker eyebrows. His long eyelashes were amazing, and gave him a maybe a slight feminine look which made him really gorgeous. And his green eyes were startling. So much so that I wondered if he wore green contact lenses. All in all, Perry was one of the most beautiful young men I’d ever seen. And he had an ass that wouldn’t quit. Wow, did he have a pretty ass. I couldn’t help but get hard from seeing him, but I knew he was way out of my league. With his looks he could have anybody he wanted, and it was obvious he was already taken anyway.

    I watched as he got on his knees next to the bed where Colt was still asleep. Getting right up to Colt’s ear he started whispering something very softly. It was just a soft murmer, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he kept at it for a minute or so. Then I heard a kiss. Getting up on one elbow so I could see, I saw that Perry had pulled the sheet down uncovering Colt’s chest and was kissing his massive pectoral muscle. Colt still hadn’t moved, so Perry kept up his whispering in between his kisses. Then I clearly heard what he was saying, and was totally shocked. He was saying: ‘Wake up Master. Wake up Master.’

    Master? He’s calling him Master? Whatthefuck?

    It didn’t look like Colt was going to wake up anytime soon, but Perry kept going; whispering ‘Master’ and kissing his chest. Evidently this was some kind of ritual, because I noticed that Perry had has hands clasped behind his back. The only thing touching Colt’s chest was his lips.

    Then I saw Colt open his eyes. He yawned once, and then and rustled his hand through Perry’s hair. ‘Okay, I’m awake’ he said. ‘Get my shower ready.’

    ‘Yes Master’ Perry answered as he got up and left the room. I heard the shower start as Colt got out of bed and immediately starting doing pushups at a speed I couldn’t believe. In mere seconds he did twenty pushups and then stood up. Seeing him totally naked again made my jaw drop in amazement. He was absolutely magnificent. He was beyond huge. He was a Hercules; an Atlas; a Greek god. He glanced over and saw me gaping with my mouth hanging open.

    ‘Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies’ he growled as he left the room. Shit, what did I do? Was he annoyed just because I was looking at him? Obviously I was going to have to be very careful around him. I knew he could turn me inside out with one hand if he took a mind to, so I definitely didn’t want to get on his wrong side.

    But this whole situation was too weird for words. Perry called him Master. So, did that mean he was Colt’s slave?

    I could pretty much understand why they were together. Perry was probably the most beautiful boy/man I’d ever seen, and Colt. .. Well, Colt was a brawny giant. A Colossus; a muscle god. Presumably with all that muscle and his arrogant attitude, Colt simply took what he wanted, and he’d obviously picked Perry, the most gorgeous guy around. While Perry was absolutely beautiful, Colt was a virile macho man. A giant muscle god and his beautiful boy. What a pair; Hercules and Adonis. But it was beginning to look to me like Master and Slave. Beginning to, hell. They WERE Master and Slave. There was no doubt in my mind that Colt was not the ‘colt’ in this situation. He was definitely the ‘stallion’ here and Perry was the ‘colt’ or maybe even the ‘filly”.

    When I got out of my shower Colt and Perry were already gone. I met up with Jack and we went to orientation together. After all morning and half the afternoon, they finally released us at about 2:00 PM. They gave us a ton of paperwork to do, and even more stuff to read so I went back to my room. It was about half an hour before Perry came in.

    ‘Hey Perry. How’s it goin. They gave us a ton of paperwork didn’t they?’ I said with a laugh.

    We chatted for a bit and he told me Colt had gone to the gym to workout and would be back later. We both got busy filling out all the papers.

    We were still sitting at our desks an hour or so later when Colt came in. I got this leaden feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a catch in my throat just like every time I saw him. He was so fuckin huge! I couldn’t get over his size. Yes he was hot, but we hadn’t had our ‘get acquainted’ talk yet and he had me scared shitless. As he dropped his gym bag and went into the bathroom Perry picked it up and went into the other room closing the door. Only a minute or so went by before the bathroom door opened and Colt stepped back into the room.

    He was standing there in the nude, totally relaxed, leaning against the door rubbing his hair with a towel. I couldn’t help but look and stare at his massive muscles. Enormous shoulders sloping down to a tiny waist which was hard to believe on someone so big. But my eyes were drawn to the ‘thing’ hanging from his middle; the python-like prick, cut and thick even though it was completely soft. I glanced down at the bulging thighs and calves, but my eyes were drawn back to the center of gravity: his dangling prick.

    ‘Never seen a guy’s meat before Jeff?’

    I was stunned and tried to look away. ‘Ahhh…. s-s-sorry Colt. I….. I…. Ahhh…. Sorry’ I mumbled pulling my eyes away.

    ‘So, what do you think?’ he asked.

    ‘Ahhh…. Wha…. Ahhh…. W-w-what…. Colt?’ I sputtered as I looked at him again, completely embarrassed and intimidated.

    ‘I said: what’daya think? You turned on to my muscles or my big rooster?’ he laughed. ‘Or maybe both.’

    He walked over to me with a smile, pulled my chair around facing him and gave me three quick easy slaps to the cheek. He had my whole body visibly shaking as he gently slapped me.

    ‘Guess my body really turns you on hey?’

    His slaps didn’t hurt but nobody does that to a guy. But he did it. I guess he was letting me know he was in control, as if I didn’t already know it. I gulped and began to sweat. I was hot, and I was afraid, and I was embarrassed by his nakedness, and I was frightened by his brazenness. And I was terrified of what he was going to do next.

    ‘Ahhh…. p-p-please Colt…. d-d-don’t….’ I mumbled.

    He reached forward and tussled my hair. ‘You wanna blow me Jeff?’ he said as he then reached down and flipped his cock a couple times. My cock jumped like a jackrabbit and started to grow and I felt a shot of fear shoot through my body. ‘Tell me man. You want it?’ I was mesmerized by his cock which was now almost right in my face, but I also knew Colt was grinning down at me. And I was hard. I knew instantly that he was going to dominate me and make me his submissive wimp and I was trembling in fear. And desire.

    ‘I just came from the gym baby, just so you could see my sweaty body’ he said with a laugh. ‘Yeah. I’ll bet sweaty muscles really turn you on.’ My arms were limp at my sides, and my hard prick was trying to force its’ way out of my pants as he stepped up close.

    Grabbing me by a handful of hair, he pulled me to me feet and grinning broadly said ‘you’re gonna be my boy Jeff, just like Perry.’ With that he pushed my head down and mashed my face into his massive sweaty pecs. ‘Lick’ was all he said.

    And I licked. And he was sweaty. And I was as hot with desire as I’d ever been in my entire life. I suddenly realized I wanted to worship this god. As fearful as I was, I knew he was a god, and I knew he deserved total devotion from me and he was going to get it.

    ‘This is not for you Jeff’ he said giving my hair a jerk. ‘This is for me. Concentrate on what you’re doing and get me hot.’ I immediately understood what he meant. I was as turned on as I’ve ever been, but the fear factor clicked in as he made it clear I had to concentrate on his needs and not my own. And I knew I was going to do my damnedest to make this good for him. He still had his hand in my hair and was directing my movements as I licked and slobbered all over the massive shelf of his pecs. He was letting me worship, but his hand in my hair made it clear he was in control.

    Then he got a better grip on my hair and started to pull on it; hard. ‘Ooooohhh’ I groaned softly as it started to hurt.

    ‘You like a little pain do you Jeff?’ Colt questioned as he pulled harder. ‘You a bit of a masochist, are you?’ I could only groan in reply, because he was still mashing my face against his sweaty chest. ‘I think so Jeff’ he said as he pulled my face back from his chest and just looked me in the eye for a moment. Then he hit me…..hard…. with his open hand…. and I screamed.

    ‘Yeeeaaaoooh’ I yelled as tears instantly started streaming from my eyes. It felt like he’d taken the skin right off my cheek. He just held me there by the hair as I looked at him in shock.

    ‘You’re gonna love this Jeff. I know it’ he grinned. ‘Now kiss my hand’ he said as he pushed his open palm into my face. ‘Kiss it.’ I was crying and still in shock as I realized that he wanted me to kiss the hand he’s just hit me with. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself Jeff’ he growled. ‘DO IT.’

    Hell, I ain’t no fool. I kissed his hand. ‘Yeah boy. I knew it from the first time I saw you. Oh yeah. A little pain will just make it more exciting for you. You’ll love having a real man slapping you around’ he laughed, ‘and lucky you, that’s the way I like it.’ Still holding my hair, he pulled me back against his chest and roughly, and I mean really rough, dragged my face back and forth over his muscled pecs smearing his sweat all over my face and jamming my nose against that steel hard flesh.

    ‘Okay Jeff. End of lesson one’ he said as he let go of me. ‘You do what I want and you take what I give you. Now get down there and blow me.’ I moved my head back from his chest and just looked at him. He put his hands on his hips, and looked like the most egotistical human being I’d ever seen. And justifiably so. He was a god. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks and I was sniffling as I saw that look of superiority on his face. It wasn’t really a grin, but just a look of total confidence and conceit. He knew I was going to blow him; and I knew it too as I slowly sank to my knees before him.

    His hands were still on his hips and he didn’t move as he waited for me. Oh yeah. He already knew I was totally under his power, and would do anything he wanted. And besides, deep down underneath the fear I wanted to do it; I wanted to worship that incredible body; I wanted to suck that big cock. And I hoped that would keep him from hitting me again. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. Even as a top I’d given a few blow jobs over the years, but this one was a whole different dimension from what I’d sucked before. Even partially hard, like he was now, Colt was huge.

    ‘I know you won’t be able to handle it Jeff’ Colt said softly. ‘Not yet anyway. But you’ll try really hard won’t you?’ I thought he was big to begin with, but as I started sucking on it, it kept growing. I could barely get my mouth around it, and I only had just the tip in my mouth. I must have been doing something right however, because it kept growing and growing. Then I felt him put his hand behind my head and push. A couple more inches of the monster slid into my mouth and I choked a little. But I could still handle it and I was sucking it like mad. Finally it seemed to stop growing but shit, it felt like I had a god damn beer can in my mouth. There was no way I could handle this cock. Hell, nobody could handle anything this big.

    Then he grabbed my hair with both hands and jammed the monster into me. I tried to scream but it only came out as a grunt as he crammed it into my throat. He only held it there for only three or four seconds but I thought I was going to die. When he jerked me back, snot was coming from my nose, my eyes were watering, and I was coughing and choking. He didn’t give me more than a second to get a quick breath before he jammed it back in again. He held it for a good ten seconds this time, and when he let me go I just fell back onto the floor, gasping and crying and choking and trying not to lose my lunch.

    ‘Perry’ I heard him yell, and the door immediately opened and Perry scurried in from the other room. He’d obviously been waiting next to the door, probably with his ear pressed against it. He instantly started stripping and in only seconds was totally naked, and as I was trying to regain control of myself I saw him get on his knees and take Colt’s enormous cock in his mouth. Hell, he didn’t just take it; he swallowed it. I was astonished that this guy could actually take all that cock in his mouth. He started jacking his head back and forth, banging his nose into Colt’s crotch and cramming that monster into his throat with each thrust. He was incredible.

    Taking hold of his head and holding him against his crotch, Colt backed over to a chair dragging Perry along with him. Sitting down, he just relaxed as Perry went to town on his cock.

    ‘Look and learn’ Colt said to me. I’d almost recovered by now and just watched as Perry licked and sucked and worshiped that giant bludgeon, literally strangling himself on it. I heard him choke occasionally but that didn’t even slow him down as he went on and on, forcing that monster into his throat. I just sat there watching in awe. To take that kind of self-inflicted pounding, Perry’s throat must have been made of steel.

    ‘This is how you suck a cock’ Colt said as he looked me in the eye. ‘You’ll soon learn.’ He let Perry go at it for a while longer and then pushed him away and stood up. ‘On your knees’ he said as he stepped over in front of me.

    ‘P-P-Please C-C-Colt’ I said in total terror as I started crying again. ‘P-P-Please d-d-don’t’ I pleaded. I was still sitting on the floor and was terrified that he was going to try to force that monster down my throat again.

    ‘Get on your god damn knees’ he growled as he started jerking his prick hard and fast. Reaching down he grabbed my hair and yanked me up to my knees getting a scream from me. Holding me up in front of him he started shooting his cum into my face. ‘Open your mouth’ he yelled at me as he jerked my hair and shot another load. I did as I was told and the next shot went directly into my mouth. He was in the throes of sexual excitement and as he kept shooting, he was jerking my whole body around like a rag doll with his hold on my hair as his cum splattered into my face and mouth, into my hair and onto his hand.

    Then, as he began to cool down, he let go of my hair and started smearing his cum all over my face, coating my eyes and lips and even pushing it up my nose. ‘Lick that cum off my hand boy’ he finally said. ‘Lick it clean.’ He said it softly, but there was no question that it was an order to be instantly obeyed. I started licking his hand and sucking his fingers and kept at it until I had lapped up every bit of his cum.

    Finally Colt grabbed me by the chin and pulled my face up so he was looking me in the eye. ‘You did good Jeff’ he said. ‘Maybe you’ll learn quick after all. We’ll see. But I want you to understand that you will learn or you will be punished. I definitely believe in punishment as Perry can tell you. Now you go shower and clean up and we’ll go to dinner together.’

    Before we left the room and under threat of severe punishment, Colt ordered me to not say one single word until we got back. He said this was part of my training in learning how to obey. And although I wasn’t happy about it, I knew it was a lot safer to do what he told me. Colt and Perry carries on a lively conversation over dinner but I kept my mouth shut. Colt even ordered for me at the restaurant.

    Colt was in a good mood when we got back to our rooms. He had Perry laughing about something, but I was depressed and I was really scared of what was going to happen next. I knew he had plans for me and from what he’d said, I knew he was planning to punish me some more, and my cheek still hurt from the last time.

    ‘Okay Jeff. You do catch on pretty quick’ Colt said. ‘Now strip. You too Perry.’ I hesitated for a moment but got the idea as Perry started tearing his clothes off. ‘Down to the buff’ he said.

    ‘Now me’ he said. I just looked at him, not really understanding what he wanted. ‘Get over here and undress me’ he barked. As I stepped over to him he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. ‘My shoes’ he said, sounding angry. I untied and removed his shoes, and after a quick glance up at him, removed the socks as well. ‘My pants’ he said, and I rose up on my knees and undid his belt and pants and pulled them down and off. As I looked up at him, he slipped out of his shirt. ‘My shorts’ he said and I grabbed his jockey’s and pulled them down. That giant python was still there completely soft and dangling down, but now looking totally sinister to me.

    Colt walked over to one of the easy chairs, sat down and snapping his fingers at me, pointed to the floor in front of him. That was clear enough and I got on my knees at his feet. Again he looked so formidable, a muscled giant, that I felt totally weak and puny in front of him. He was obviously going to make me obey, and I began to see that this was my only choice. A giant like him had to be in charge, and guys like me had to do his bidding whether we liked it or not.

    Colt slid slightly forward in the chair with his knees touching my shoulders on either side. ‘Take my cock in your mouth and look at me’ he directed. ‘Don’t suck.’ I did as he ordered. ‘Hands behind your back.’

    ‘If you get me hard I’m going to punish you. You just hold my cock in your mouth. Got it? Nod your head.’ I nodded my head. ‘Now understand that Perry is well trained. He fucks up sometimes, but I’ve trained him well and he tries hard. Don’t you Perry?’

    ‘Yes Master’ Perry answered. ‘I do.’

    ‘Perry lived across the street from me for years,’ Colt said ‘and I taught him how to service me back when we were juniors in high school. So he’s had lots of experience. Now you. You’re going to have to learn really quick, and if you don’t it’s going to be very painful for you.’ He gave me a couple light slaps on the cheek. ‘But I think you’ll do fine’ he said giving me a smile. ‘I picked you because you’re cute and you have a nice body, and you look good next to Perry with your black hair and dark complexion. You’re also smart so I’ll bet you’re a quick learner.’ That’s the first time I heard that he had ‘picked me’. Maybe I should feel honored, but right now, sitting there with his cock in my mouth, I was cowering in fear and totally submissive.

    ‘Now the first thing you have to know is that anything that happens in this room stays in this room. Nothing is ever mentioned outside. Nod if you understand that.’ I nodded. ‘I told you not to suck’ he snapped. ‘If you get me hard you’re going to be hurting.’ I had a lot of saliva in my mouth and was trying to swallow it and didn’t realize I was sucking him. I stopped swallowing and just let the saliva build up.

    ‘Perry has the same teachers for Math and Biology as I do, and you have the same teachers for English and History. That’s another reason I picked you’ he chuckled. ‘You guys are going to do my homework for me. I’ll check it after you do it, but I’m going to be too busy with my workouts and stuff to do it myself. Got that?’ I was surprised but what the hell could I do. I nodded my head. ‘Good boy’ he said and patted me on the cheek a couple times again.

    ‘Now I’m not going to waste a lot of time training you. You’ll just have to learn on the fly, but if you keep your eye on Perry and do what he does, you should be able to catch on. I don’t have a hell of a lot of patience with slow learners so you’d better catch on quick.’

    ‘Everything clear so far?’ he asked and I nodded my head. He just stared into my eyes for a couple minutes without saying anything making me very nervous. Finally he smiled. ‘You really do look cute down there with my cock in your mouth’ he laughed. I like your black hair and your olive skin. You’re going to look great down there next to Perry.’

    ‘Now, about the homework’ he said. ‘Every afternoon when I get back from my workout I want my homework right here on my desk.’ He slapped the corner of his desk. ‘That’ll give me time to check it out so we can make changes if we need too. Now I ain’t no dummy here Jeff. I could do this stuff myself but there’s no sense in my wasting my time when I’ve got you to do it. Okay now. You got all that?’ I nodded my head again.

    ‘Okay. End of lesson for tonight’ he said as he pushed my head back away from his crotch. ‘You can’t have me tonight. You’ll have to suck me off another time’ he laughed. ‘Let’s go to bed.’

    The next afternoon I was sitting at my desk when Perry came in. I had already written two history essays; one for Colt and one for me but I hadn’t printed them yet. I was still working on the English assignments. Perry said hi and put some papers on Colt’s desk.

    ‘Jeff’ he asked. ‘Where’s Colts homework?’

    ‘I’m working on it Perry. I’ve just got to finish up this English assignment and print the history and I’m done.’

    ‘You’d better hurry. Colt told you to have it done before he gets back from the gym.’

    ‘I know that. But I met Jack in the quad and I got back late. I’m almost done.’ And as I said that, Colt came into the room. He was wearing a clean white T-shirt and sweats so he’d obviously showered at the gym. Again, I was astonished at his amazing body. He looked more like a god every time I saw him. He dropped his gym bag and sat at his desk. Perry grabbed the bag and took it into the other room.

    ‘Ahhh…. Colt…. ‘ I started to say.

    ‘Shut up’ he ordered. And I shut up. He sat down at his desk and looked at the papers Perry had put there.

    After a couple minutes he finally spoke. ‘Get over here Jeff’ he said. I got up and walked over to him, shaking with fear. Shit, what was he going to do? ‘On your knees’ he ordered.

    ‘Ahhh… Colt?’ I questioned as I sank to my knees.

    ‘You speak again I’ll tape your mouth shut. Now get under my desk’ he said as he rolled his chair back. I gave him a questioning look, not quite understanding what he wanted. ‘Get under my fuckin desk’ he growled and cuffed me on the side of my head. I crawled under his desk. He rolled his chair back forcing me to squirm back tight against the wall and twist sideways. It was very uncomfortable, but I tried not to move as he started surfing the internet or something. I didn’t dare say a word and he didn’t say anything for at least ten minutes.

    ‘Did you get my English homework done’ he asked suddenly. It took me a moment to finally realize he was talking to me.

    ‘Ahhh… not quite C-c-colt’ I trembled. ‘I ahhh… I haven’t qui…’ Colt slid back his chair, reached in and grabbed me by the collar, dragged me out and hit me with his open hand. I howled in pain as I flew back and hit my head against the desk. He pushed me back under the desk and rolled his chair back forcing me back against the wall again. I was whimpering and tears were flowing as I put my hand to my stinging face. I didn’t say anything and he didn’t say anything for about ten more minutes. I was so uncomfortable that my muscles were beginning to cramp from being jammed under his desk.

    ‘From now on you’ll have it done before I get back’ he said calmly. I didn’t say anything until he barked at me. ‘Answer me!’

    ‘Ahhh… y-y-yes C-c-colt’ I answered with trepidation.

    ‘Call me Master’ he growled at me.

    ‘Y-y-yes sir. Errr… y-y-yes… M-m-master’ I answered.

    ‘How about History?’

    ‘Ahhh… p-p-please Colt. Please sir…. P-p-pleeeease… Colt. I’m… I’m sorry’ I whimpered in fear. Again he slid his chair back and dragged me out. I ducked my head and put my hands up to protect my face. He just held me by the collar, choking me.

    ‘Remove….. your…..hands’ he said slowly and softly. I was terrified but I had no choice but to drop my hands. ‘Look at me’ he ordered. I raised my head and looked at him with tears dripping down my face. Raising his hand, he hit me again, hard. I screamed in pain. He crammed me back under his desk, this time kicking me with his foot. I was crying as he rolled his chair back in and forced me against the wall again. ‘You ‘will’ call me Master’ he said softly.

    ‘Y-y-yes M-m-master’ I whimpered through my tears. Colt continued doing something with his computer for the longest time; probably a half hour or so. Finally he rolled the chair back and stood up.

    ‘Get out here’ he said. I gingerly crawled out from under the desk but stayed on my knees. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking him in the eye. ‘Now we have an understanding don’t we?’

    Y-y-y-yess… Sir. Ahhh… M-m-master’ I stuttered fearfully.

    ‘Yes, I think we do Jeff. Now, I know you and me are going to get along fine, but you’ve just got to learn your place, and get it through your thick skull that I am your Master now and you’re just here to serve me’ he said patiently. ‘I won’t hit you again because I don’t want to mark that pretty face. But there are other ways to punish you and I’ll use them until you begin to understand. Got it Jeff?’

    ‘Y-y-yesss… M-m-master’ I blubbered.

    ‘Good. And from now on you call me Master in private, and Sir the rest of the time just like Perry does.’

    ‘Y-y-yes Master.’

    ‘Good. Now I’m going out with some friends’ he said to me. ‘I’ll be back in a couple hours. You be on your knees with my finished homework in your hands when I get back. Got it?’ he said giving my hair a jerk.

    ‘Y-y-yesss… Master’ I said as he then walked out of the room, leaving the door open. Perry got up from his desk and closed the door quietly. I was still on my knees crying and in shock when Perry came over and crouched down putting his arm around me.

    ‘It’s alright Jeff’ he said softly. ‘I tried to warn you but you had to experience this for yourself. You gotta pay attention and do what he says Jeff. He doesn’t put up with any shit, and if you don’t watch out you’re going to get hurt real bad.’

    ‘But what did I do?’ I cried.

    ‘It’s what you didn’t do, you fool. You’ve gotta do whatever he tells you to do, and do it quick. And you try to guess what he wants the rest of the time so he doesn’t get pissed. I can tell you getting him pissed ain’t healthy.’

    Finishing the English assignment was not a big deal since I was almost done. When I finished two copies of it I printed out the two history essays. When I was done Perry came over and looked at it. ‘That ain’t going to do it Jeff. You gotta either type it or try to copy his handwriting. And it can’t be the same as yours. Here’s a paper he wrote’ he said as he put a page in front of me. ‘And you’d better hurry up if you’re going to get it done before he gets back.’

    ‘Okay Perry. Thanks’ I said as I started again. The English assignment was question and answer on a form so I made a few changes from my copy and tried to match Colt’s handwriting. When I finally finished I asked Perry to take another look, and he said it was okay.

    A while later I was listening to my ipod and reading one of my text books, when Perry put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Ahhh… Jeff. You’d better get ready.’

    ‘Ahhh… what? Ready for what?’

    ‘Jeff. You gotta listen. Colt said he wanted you on your knees with his homework in your hands. And he meant it Jeff. You either get down on your knees right now, or get ready so you can get down there in two seconds before he gets the door open. I’m serious man. If you’re not on your knees when he gets here you’re going to get seriously battered. Colt demands total obedience and you do exactly what he says. Exactly. Colt expects you to be perfect and if you’re not you’re going to be sorry.’

    ‘Well hell, what am I supposed to do?’ I said. ‘I can’t stay on my knees for an hour.’

    ‘It’s safer Jeff’ Perry answered. ‘It’s a whole lot safer.’

    ‘How about we lock the door, so we’ll have to open it for him’ I asked as I stepped over to the door.

    ‘Don’t you dare Jeff’ Perry exclaimed with shock. ‘He’d kill us if that door is locked. Don’t you touch it.’ As I set back down at my desk, I put my ipod away, and put Colt’s finished homework within reach and started reading again. Every time I heard someone in the hall I grabbed the papers and dropped to my knees. That happened four times before our door finally opened and Colt entered the room. I was on my knees in front of my desk holding his homework in front of me like a waiter with a tray.

    Colt dropped his jacket on the floor and headed into the bathroom. Perry immediately picked it up and went the other room to hang it up. He was back at his desk in seconds. I wondered if I should stay on my knees, and tried to catch Perry’s eye, but he wouldn’t look at me. I decided it was safer to stay where I was for a while.

    Colt came back into the room and sat at his desk and turned his chair towards me. He didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, but I was still facing the door and was afraid to move. And I started to sweat.

    ‘Face me’ he ordered and I turned. ‘Bow your head.’ I bowed

    ‘Thank me for teaching you how to show respect.’ It took a minute for me to comprehend what he said and what I should do. He wanted me to thank him for whipping my butt? Really? Then he cleared his throat, and I knew I was in trouble.

    ‘Ahhh. .. yes s-sir. Errr… yes M-m-m-master. Ahhh… thank you ahhh… M-master’ I stuttered. I actually shivered as he just stared at me for a couple minutes.

    ‘You answer quicker next time’ he snapped and I gasped in relief knowing I had just escaped some kind of punishment. Then he pointed at his feet and snapped his fingers. Staying on my knees, I crawled over to him and held out the homework. He took the history paper and I just waited, still holding the English paper out to him while he read the essay. When he finished he took the English paper and read it. ‘Okay. That’ll do. Get back to your desk.’ I scurried to my desk

    ‘Perry’ he said, and in less than two seconds Perry was on his knees in front of him.

    ‘Yes Master’ Perry whispered.

    ‘Get me comfortable’ he said to Perry. Perry untied his shoes and slipped them off, and then the socks. Then, bending down, he gave each foot a kiss. Shit, he was a slave. He was actually kissing Colt’s feet. Then raising back up, Perry hesitated for a moment. ‘Everything’ Colt said as he raised his butt up slightly. Perry grabbed both the sweats and a jockstrap and pulled both of them down and off. Colt’s prick flopped out looking as enormous as ever. Perry stood up and pulled Colt’s shirt over his head and then sank back down to his knees.

    Colt slid his butt slightly forward on the chair, and reaching down took his still soft cock and pulled it up. Without any comment or instruction, Perry leaned in, pressed his face against the crotch and started licking Colt’s balls. I’d had more than my share of blow jobs over the years but nobody’d ever treated me like this. Perry was so well trained that he instinctively knew what Colt wanted; when to kiss his feet and when to lick his balls and who knew what else, without Colt saying a word. This really was slavery.

    I looked up at Colt and he gave me a smile. ‘This is what a little training will do’ he said. He kept playing with his cock as Perry busily slobbered all over his balls, and all the time he was smiling at me. And hell, I’m not totally stupid. I knew damn well he was going to force me to do the same thing whether I liked it or not.

    ‘Now Jeff’ he said casually as Perry continued working his balls. ‘I said I wasn’t going spend a lot of time training you, and I meant it. But I don’t want to have to keep kicking the shit out of you either. You’re going to have to catch on quicker. You hear me?’

    ‘Y-y-yes… M-m-master’ I answered with a quiver in my voice. Hey, I knew my place now. He was going to find me to be the most obedient guy in the universe. I’d do anything to keep from getting slammed by him again.

    ‘Okay, let’s see’ he said. ‘Both of you strip. Dance for me and make it sexy.’ I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but I was sweating and fearful as I stood up. Perry stood up next to me and started dancing. I watched him and basically copied his movements, as he pulled up his shirt showing his abs, and did he ever have beautiful abs: sharp ridges just like a washboard. He rubbed his hands over the ridges as he twisted his body and shook his butt. Doing some kind of slow dance step raising his arms above his head he moved in a circle sticking out his butt, and then pulled his shirt up showing off his pecs. Rubbing his hands over his shapely chest he continued dancing and finally pulled his shirt up and off. I continued watching him and did exactly the same things that he was doing. Kicking his shoes off, he danced in a circle again and then undid his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. I saw Colt was looking and I saw his dick start to grow. Hell, mine was already hard from watching Perry. He was gorgeous to begin with, but now acting so sexy as he slowly pulled his pants down inch by inch. I was totally turned on and Perry was showing a big bulge in his jockey shorts as well.

    As we continued I saw that Colt had taken hold of his dick and was beginning to play with it. We had removed our pants and we were now rubbing our hands over our bodies, from our shoulders, down over our chests and stomachs to our jockeys.

    As we both pulled off our shorts, Perry slowly extended his right foot, raising his leg and grasping it, and as I looked on in astonishment, continued to raise it until it was pointed straight at the ceiling. And then even more amazing, he seemed to float backwards onto his hands, and as he leaned back and pushed his leg forward, he slowly lifted the other leg off the floor so one was now pointed back and the other forward in a perfect scissors with him standing on his hands. It was breathtaking; an incredible gymnastic feat in slow motion.

    He held the pose for a moment before he drew his legs together pointing straight up, and then slowly bent his knees and keeping perfect balance, brought his thighs up tight against his chest. Colt stepped forward and grabbed him with a hand on each side of his waist, and lifted him up smoothly as if he were no more than a feather. He kept lifting until he finally had him pressed at full extension above his head, and their lips met. One facing up and the other facing down, they kissed. They did it so gracefully and with such ease that it was truly magnificent and I knew they must have done this before. This show of strength and athletic ability by the two of them was probably the most erotic and wonderful exhibition I had ever seen.

    As they kissed, I heard Perry mumble. ‘I love you Master’ he said in barely a whisper.

    ‘I love you too baby’ Colt whispered back.

    Wow. They were lovers for god’s sake. I suddenly realized this put a whole different light on the two of them. I don’t know why I hadn’t suspected it sooner. I suppose that just because they were dominant and submissive didn’t mean that they couldn’t love each other. I just hadn’t considered it. But where did that leave me? Was Colt making me into his slave or was I supposed to be his second lover?

    I had not moved a muscle since Perry had started his incredible acrobatic performance and I now watched as Colt gently lowered him down to the floor.

    As he let go of Perry, Colt stepped back and sat in one of the easy chairs. Then snapping his fingers he pointed to the floor in front of him. Both Perry and I got on our knees and crawled over to him. Colt reached forward and grabbed each of us by the neck and just looked.

    ‘My pretty boys’ he said. ‘My cute little boy toys. Perry, you were right. He’s going to work out just fine. The two of you together are gorgeous. Go ahead, kiss him’ he said as he turned our heads to face each other. Interesting. So Perry had picked me as well. He wanted me to be his lover’s slave. Really? It was going to take a while for me to make sense out of this. Perry was my perfect type and I’d have taken him as my lover in a minute, but that wasn’t what was happening. Perry evidently loved Colt enough that he was willing to not only be his slave, but to bring me in as an additional worshiper.

    Perry gave me a quick kiss; backed off, and then a longer spit-exchanging kiss. I could imagine what Colt was seeing, because Perry and I were both hunky muscle boys and very good looking, but otherwise total opposites. His platinum blond hair and translucent skin were ravishing and my jet black hair and dark complexion must have been stunning in comparison. And out of the corner of my eye I could see that Colt was grinning. Oh yeah, he liked what he saw.

    ‘Pick up my jockstrap’ he said. It was lying there where Perry had dropped it, so I picked it up and looked at him. ‘Put it on your head’ he said and I just stared at him. He continued to shock me, but it didn’t take me more than a few seconds to realize I had to do it, and I slipped the jock over my head. He reached down and manipulated it so that the pouch was in front, and then pushed most of it into my mouth.

    Then he grabbed me by the chin and gave my head a jerk. ‘The important thing Jeff is that you do whatever I tell you to do, and you jump to it so I don’t have to punish you. You got that?’ I nodded my head. Shit, this guy was scary.

    ‘You wear my jockstrap on your head tonight so you can smell me all night and I want to see it there in the morning. Okay?’

    Okay? He was asking me? Like hell he was. I nodded my head yes. ‘Good. Take it off for now, but I want it back there before you go to bed.’ I took it off and put it aside.

    ‘Perry. Grease up’ he said and Perry jumped up and went into the bathroom. He was back in seconds with a jar of cream in his hand.

    Grabbing the jar of cream he laid on his back and raising his legs, rolled up onto his neck and shoulders curling into a ball, bringing his knees almost to the floor beside his head with his ass sticking straight up in the air. Then he started smearing the cream on his tiny pucker. He was still trying to be sexy as he stuck a finger in and wiggled it around. Eventually he stuck two fingers in and then three.

    Colt got up from the chair and went over to the love seat and lay back, stretching himself across it as much as possible. ‘Okay slave boy’ was all he said. Perry went over to Colt and climbed on. Facing Colt’s face and aligning his ass over the prodigious, still hard, nine inch prick, he started to gradually sit down on it.

    He’d obviously done this before because he was making quite a production of it as he moved his ass down slightly, shifted from side to side and back and forth, then up and back down again, gradually sinking the immense shaft deeper and deeper into his ass. I hoped he was well greased because I knew that bludgeon forcing its’ way into him was completely dry. Having done it may times or not, I could see by the look on his face it was hurting. He had his eyes open and was looking Colt in the eye as he groaned and forced his ass down on the prick. There was something else about the way he was looking at Colt and after their previous exhibition; I now recognized that it must have been a look of love. Perry was doing this for his lover and Master. He continued looking Colt in the eye which seemed to be a requirement, so Colt could see both the pain and the love as he got his cock ravished. Although they were lovers, it was becoming clear in my mind that Colt was a bit of a sadist. There was no doubt that Perry was suffering and Colt was enjoying watching him.

    ‘That’s it slave boy’ he crooned. ‘Work my cock with that hot little ass’ he said as he reached around and slapped Perry’s ass; hard.

    Perry yelped and spoke. ‘Thank you Master’ he gasped. Hell; he even had to thank Colt for hitting him.

    He wasn’t quite all the way down on Colt’s cock yet but he was making quite a production of it; wiggling his ass around as he ground it down on the massive rod.

    Colt slapped him again and got another yelp and I could see his red handprint on Perry’s ass. Shit; he was really hitting him hard. He really was a sadist. Perry yelped again but then thanked him.

    ‘I’m there Master’ Perry finally gasped. ‘Oh shit. I’m there.’

    ‘Go to it babe. Fuck yourself silly’ Colt said with a big grin on his face, and Perry started to slowly lift himself up and down on the monster in his ass. Very, very slowly at first, and he was moaning softly as he moved. Just a low hum, letting us know that he was still hurting. Or maybe; just maybe, those were sounds of pleasure.

    Me! I was stunned. I could see the sweat dripping down Perry’s face and chest and I figured he was trying hard not to scream. That monster stuck up his ass was huge and I couldn’t believe he could even take it. If anybody in this world was a masochist it was him because he was doing all the work, and it was obviously agonizing for him.

    ‘Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh’ he moaned and again I couldn’t tell if that was from pain or pleasure or some combination of the two. Having your ass stretched out to receive that humongous cannon had to hurt like hell. Evidently servicing Colt always came with a certain amount of pain attached, either from working the enormous cock or getting slapped around by Colt himself.

    And then Perry started to bounce on it.

    Then Colt reached up and slapped Perry’s face. Hot hard but probably hard enough to sting. ‘Oh yeah baby. work that hot ass’ he murmured. Then he slapped Perry again on the other side. ‘Feels good baby’ he said ‘but start humping.’ And, damned if he didn’t slap him again. Perry moaned, and started moving his ass up and down quicker, as well as twisting it around. He now had his eyes closed with his face aiming towards the ceiling as he contined going faster.

    And I couldn’t believe it when Colt slapped him again. ‘Go slave boy. Go’ he exhorted. And Perry started slamming his ass down hard and fast against Colt’s crotch. He was now grunting each time the big pole hammered into him and I could see the sweat dripping down his body. Then, finally, I could see Colt’s chest begin to move as he started panting. He must have been getting close.

    Continueing to be a total sadist, Colt reached up and grabbed Perry by the hair, jerking it and causing Perry to squeal, and he started ramming his crotch up to meet each downward thrust of Perry’s ass. With each thrust I could see he jerked Perry’s hair getting a yelp from him each time.

    And then Perry started screaming. ‘Oh Yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!’ and for the first time I took note that his cock was hard as a rock and throbbing; and damned if he didn’t start shooting.

    ‘Ahhhhhhhh Master’ he screamed as his first shot fired just past Colt’s face. Colt was still yanking on his hair and slamming into his ass as Perry shot a second and a third time onto Colt’s massive chest.

    And then Colt howled. ‘Oooooh Shhhiiiiiit’ he yelled as he grabbed both of Perry’s shoulders and holding him tight, slammed his crotch into his ass three or four more times. Perry was still shooting onto Colt’s chest as Colt started firing into his ass.

    And believe it or not, I started shooting. I was so enthralled in watching them that I had barely realized that I’d started jerking myself off. But it was no damn wonder, because I’d never seen anything so erotic in my life, and I joined into their chorus of yelling as I shot my cum across the floor.

    Colt finally settled down and pulled Perry down on his chest and started kissing him. I finally finished cuming and just sat there panting and holding on to my still dripping cock.

    Then Colt looked over at me. ‘Way to go babe’ he said. ‘I think you’re going to fit in just fine.’

    To Be Continued……………………


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  • My three Crushes

    ‘Nick! Wake up time for school!’ My father yelled from downstairs.

    ‘I’m up dad!’ I replied.

    I took a shower and ate and waited by my door again for the bus to come. I saw Jon and outside to his house where the bus picked us up. His smile widened from ear to ear.

    ‘Hi Nick!’ he said.

    ‘Hi Jon!’ I replied just as happily as he said.

    ‘So today’s Friday then weekend. Excited?’ Jon said excitingly.

    ‘Yeah! Finally! No teachers, no school, just FUN!’ I said practically yelling.

    ‘Wanna sleep over even though my parents are back?’ Jon asked waiting.

    ‘Sure! Do you mind if I sleep in my underwear?’ I asked partially nervous.

    ‘Not if you don’t mind me sleeping in mine.’ He said smiling broadly again.

    ‘Ok so I’ll be over at six.’ I said to Jon.

    ‘Ok.’ Jon replied.

    The bus arrived and we both hopped on the bus and sat in the same seat. I thought about this weekend on the bus and my cock hardened. I saw me and Jon sleeping in his bed in our underwear cuddling together. It won’t happen I thought.

    The school bus came to a halt and the bus went silent.

    ‘So Nick’ Jon said. ‘If we have homework we’ll just help each other to get it out of the way okay?’ he continued. I nodded.

    The bus doors swung open and everyone scrambled out of the bus. I went to my locker upstairs, got my things and headed to homeroom. French passed and so did Math due to a test. In social studies we finished a quiz and I headed to Health. Jon and I were in the same class, but we sat on different sides of the room. Our teacher, Ms.Gal assigned a project and of course Jon was in my group. Instead of taking we planned, the other 3 people in the group noted things down and jotted ideas. Jon’s idea was the best and we went with it to build a model of a smoker’s lungs. The day passed fast and at study hall I sat with David and Jimmy.

    ‘Hi’ said Jimmy and David in unison, both of them showing their beautiful teeth and smiles.

    ‘Hi’ I replied.

    ‘So…’ David started. ‘Wanna come over on Sunday you, me, and Jimmy?

    ‘Sure’ I replied.

    ‘What time?’ I asked.

    ‘8 o’clock’ Jimmy said.

    Before I knew it school was over I went to my locker and got my things and headed to leave when a hand held mine. It was David.

    ‘Hi Nick…Uhh…’

    ‘Yeah’ I said.

    ‘Well…Umm…’ David said hesitantly

    ‘I am…’ he paused ‘Nick I am gay… he said softly regretting it inside. I heard him sniff and I looked at him. He was scared and I knew it. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.

    ‘Its ok David… I am too…and don’t worry you can trust me.’ I told him. David smiled, sniffed and said:

    ‘Well…I sort of like you…’ he said.

    ‘I like you too’ I replied. David smiled and hugged my again.

    ‘Well this should be one Sunday then’ he said.

    ‘Yeah…it will be…’

    On the bus I thought about what just happened. David liked me and was gay and WANTED me. But, I think I was starting to like Jon. I mean what the fuck? The bus came to a halt and I hopped off the bus and headed home. I was at home thinking about sleeping with Jon. Then, I heard a knock on my door. It was my dad, so I opened the door and I headed out telling him I was going to sleep over at Jon’s house. He approved and I ran to Jon’s house where Jon was there smiling, waiting.

    ‘Hi’ he said.

    ‘Hi’ I replied. He stared at the sleeping bag in my hands and frowned. I walked inside and we played Black-ops again. At 10:00 we headed to Jon’s room to sleep. It was freezing. I opened my sleeping bag and set up next to the bed.

    ‘Its gonna be freezing tonight, we should probably share body heat’ he chuckled.

    ‘Ok’ I said happily. I jumped up on his bed and went under the covers. We snuggled together and then Jon whispered in my ear

    ‘Are you gay? And please tell me the truth.’ He asked calmly. I froze.

    ‘Umm…’ I stuttered ‘W-e-e-l-ll… yeah…’ I said quietly.

    ‘So am I’ Jon said kissing my ear. I froze. David, and Jon gay. What the FUCK? Now I was tied between the two.

    ‘And I really, really, like you…’ he said kissing the back of my neck.

    ‘I like you too…’ I said. Great he likes me too, what else, Jimmy too?

    My and Jon fell asleep in each others arms.

    The next day would get even worse with my dead lock tie…


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