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When I bought the little house at the end of the cul de sac, it was more for the huge backyard than anything else. It had long been one of my dreams to have a big backyard pool, deck, hot tub, and garden. I didn’t need a big house, being a single gay man. But I craved a big yard to garden in, and I love swimming. This place seemed tailor made for my dreams. Yeah, the house needed major work, but it was livable, so I turned my attention to the yard first.

I had to get the cooperation of my nieghbors to allow the workmen to occassionally use their drive to get to my backyard, but once they found out I was putting in a pool, a promise that they could use it fairly freely was all it took.

Sean and Peg O’Shane were both dark haired, blue eyed and second generation Irish American. Sean had even picked up a bit of brogue from his Da. They were both lookers and I’ll admit that seeing Sean lounging around the pool in a wet swimsuit wasn’t going to be a hardship for my eyes. The only obstacle I could forsee, was when I came out to them. I wasn’t so sure that they would be so excited about having a gay man next door, especially since they had ten year old twin boys. It always amazes me that so many people assume I’m going to ravish any young mans in the vicinity. I have not the slightest interest in children, sexually. Now their Dads, that’s a whole diffrent kettle of fish.

Fortuneatly, they were a bit broader minded them some folks. Although Peg was disappointed that I hadn’t inherited the gay gene for decorating, I made up for it by introducing her to a buddy who did.

Other than an intense desire to have sex with men, I just don’t measure up to the stereotype that most straight people have in their head. The closest I come is a great love of gardening. I come from farm stock and that is kind of what I look like. Fashion holds no intrest, give me jeans, boots and t-shirts. And I love tools. Along with the pool I put up a big garage with room for a workshop. Maybe I’m just a Lesbian who doesn’t need a strapon!

In due course the pool, deck and hot tub were installed, finished and spruced up. Just in time for the heat of summer. I christened it by inviting the whole neighborhood to a pool party. Very few people declined, which made me feel much more comfortable about my neighbors.

Nicky and Ricky the twins and Peg became my pool’s most frequent users. I saw no reason to deny them access. As long as Peg was there to watch they could swim all day if they wanted. Peg made sure they kept the area clean. Gradually I just put her in charge,gave her a key to the back gate. ( I didn’t want to risk any tragic ends to small children, so I put a high fence around my backyard and kept it locked.) All of the children in the nieghborhood were welcome to use the pool if an adult was present.

It was no surprise after awhile to come home to a pool full of kids and Peg and another mother or two lounging poolside. Also weekends often had inpromptu cookouts magically convene around my pool. Sean and some of the other dads would man grills drug over from other yards, Peg and other mom’s would produce salads, casseroles and deserts. Beer and soda would appear, and all I had to do was open the gate, lay back on a deck chair and enjoy good food and good comapany.

And so the years went. I watched the nieghbors children grow. Somewhere around their freshman year, Nicky and Ricky took up running and became Nick and Rick thankyou very much. By now I let them use the pool without mom. They would often finish their run and come back to cool off inthe pool. I sometimes wonder if I saw their first body hair sprout before their parents. Nick and Rick were not identical, although very close in looks. Whereas Rick was a handsome youngster, Nick looks were almost beautiful. Both had the long lean runners build. By sixteen both had chests and abs covered in black hair. And girl’s flocking around like a little harem. So now Bikini clad young women were adorning my backyard too. Nick and Rick always asked if they could bring the girl’s over, they knew I’d cut them off if anything untoward happened. Last thing I needed was some sweet young thing’s Daddy looming in my face. Although there was that one time I came home early from a trip to hear voices and splashing coming from the pool. A quick trip out back led to the discovery of Nick, Rick and Zach their buddy, skinny dipping in the pool. Flipping on the backyard light saw a mad scramble for clothes at the end of the pool. I got a pleasant eyefull of hard young bodies, wild swinging dicks and pert backsides as they bolted into the shadows. Becuase Zach’s father didn’t want him any where near the fuckin’ queer, I had to suspend Nick and Rick’s pool priveledges for a couple of weeks. They knew the rules. I didn’t want to tangle with parents. Noone used the pool without parental permission.

All too soon the boys were off to college, leaving me feeeling kind of old. Really I ‘m not all that much older, but watching the boys grow up for half thier lives made me feel that way. On the other hand I didn’t feel as old as Peg did. When Rick came home with a fiancee, she began to get glimmers of grandmotherhood and it didn’t sit well at all.

Then came the next bombshell. Peg came over to talk to me one day. I could see something was troubling her, but she didn’t seem to know what to say. I finally asked her what was wrong. It seems Nick had decided he was gay and came out to Sean and Peg. Sean was at a loss, and somehow got the idea that I’d turned Nick gay! Peg and I had talked enough for her to know I thought being gay was something you are, not something you turn in to. But she had to know, had I ever touched her son? That really hurt! As long as I had known them I’d gone out of my way to never even touch the boys! I assurred her I knew nothing about it and was just as surprised as her. But doubt must have lingered because our easy friendship of years became strained.

I couldn’t quite get the fact out of my head that beautiful young Nick was gay. I’d entertained a small fantasy or two about Nick. Made me feel like an old lecher, but it happened.

Sometimes I wistfully wished I was younger, so maybe Nick would like me. Silly old fart!

Then one night I thought I heard splashing in the backyard. I looked out the backwindow and could see someone cutting through the water. Angry, because noone had asked to use the pool,I went down to kick them out. I stopped at the edge of the pool ready to ream him out when I recognized Nick. A naked, beautiful Nick! My how college had changed him. Moonlight glowed on long tanned muscles, a white ass, and wet black curls. As I stood there, Nick finally saw me and gave me a big white smile. ‘ Rusty! It’s good to see you again!’ I tried to be stern. ‘ What are you doing skinnydipping in my pool at this time of the night?’ ‘ Well,’ he drawled, ‘ Too many people might see, if I skinnydipped during the day, and I thought I still had pool priviledges!’

‘ Oh Nick, I’m already on your parents shit list, I just don’t need them to find you over here naked in my pool!’ He swam over to the edge and looked up with a troubled face. ‘ Why are you on the shit list Rusty? What did you do?’ ‘ It’s not what I did, Nick, It’s what they think I did! They think I turned you gay!’ ‘ What?, you never even talked to me about being gay, let alone turned me gay!’ I shrugged helplessly. ‘ Yeah, I know, you know, but they seem to think I did! We haven’t really talked in months.’ I sank down on a poolside chair and studied Nick’s face. I shook a finger at him, ‘ Dude, you coming out has caused me a world of trouble! I think most of the neighbors think I turned you!’

Nick just shook his curly head sending moonlit droplets flying through the air. Then he went real still and caught my eyes with his. ‘ I always had a crush on you Rusty. I wish you had touched me many a time!’ He put his hands on the pool edge and heaved himself up as I watched falbbergasted by his admission. As he lithely flipped around to plant that oh so white butt on the tiles, I felt my mouth go dry and my dick go hard. I tried telling my dick to behave, but it wasn’t listening. Nick rose to his feet, the moon outlining his runner body, the glistening hair on his chest, and the ample dick and balls at his crotch. He came over and knelt down on one knee by my chair. ‘ For the past couple of years I wanted you to touch me. I’d get hard watching you work shirtless in the garden, all that red hair on you glowing in the sun. Or seeing you get out of the pool, your wet suit sticking to your dick, wanting to see you naked. Wanting you to put your arms around me! Wishing I could touch your dick, or feel your kiss me!’ He laid a hand on my chest. I stared at it like I’d never seen such a thing before. My mind was racing! Nick was coming on to me. I was all kinds of conflicted. On the one hand I was feeling like an old perv, after all I’d watched this boy grow up! On the other hand, he was a damn sexy man now, and my body wanted him !

Nick must have felt my conflict, because he suddenly took the situation out of my control! ( Not that I ever really was in control!) He stood, his naked body over mine, then threw a leg over my chair and lowered his ass onto my groin. His cock stood out from his body like a dagger, pointed at my face. He leaned forward and cupped my face in his hands, searching my eyes with his. ‘ Tell me you don’t want this Rusty and don’t lie because you think I’m too young for you! I’m legal, I’m able to make my own decisions, and this is what I want!’ I closed my eyes, still troubled but my hard dick confined by my shorts under his naked butt gave me away. He began to kiss me gently about the face, slowly zeroing in on my lips. When his soft lips pressed against mine I let out a sigh and kissed him back. He let out a contented little sigh and began to grind his ass against my boner. His fingers combed through the hair on my chest, through the open gap at the neck, as he continued kissing me, slipping his sweet tongue between my lips. His hands took possesion of mine and he pulled them around to rest on the small of his back. ‘ Touch me Rusty!’ he breathed against my lips. ‘ I need to feel your hands on my body!’

Somehow his hard young dick had worked it’s way under my shirt and was sliding across my hairy belly. I could feel precum slicking the hair and skin. I slid my hands up his sides, feeling the hard muscles shift under his skin. I ran my hands down his arms, feeling the hair on his forearms against my palms. Then I left his arms to run my hands up those hairy runner’s legs. When I stopped at his waist, he moaned into my mouth and ground his dick into my belly harder! Then he was sliding his ass up my chest til his cock was inches from my lips. I looked deep into his eyes as the head butted my lips, and opened for him. His fat pink cockhead slid across my tongue oozing salty fluid in it’s wake. My hands came up to cup his hairy round ass cheeks as he slowly fed his young cock into my mouth. Using my hands I manuverred him back and forth as I worked on his hard tool. I gave my full attention to making his cock feel good, even while my fingers worked their way between his cheeks, to play with his young hole. As my fingers made contact, Nick arched his back, sending his dick deeper, while opening his ass to further probing. He reached behind and opening my shorts fished out my hard dick. He pulled his cock from my mouth and slid his ass down until it was brought up against my own dick. Kissing me wildly, he slid his asscrack up and down the length of me. I swear I could almost feel his ass hair scrape my skin. Then he reared up, spat a big gob in his hand and reached behind to slick up my cock. The wet sloppy feel of his hand around it was so good I could feel my balls churn.

Then he had the uncut skin pulled back and the head of my dick up against the opening to his body. He stared down into my eyes and gave a little push. I could feel the tip of my dick spreading his ass rim. He was biting his lip, I’ve a goodsized, very fat cock. I closed my eyes, all my concentration on feeling that hot tight hole opening around the head of my dick. When the head popped through he gave out a little gasp and shudder. I held very still, letting him adjust to my dick. He just held himself there rigid, his hole pulsing around me, his legs quivering slightly. Then as I opened my eyes to look up at him, he gave me a little smile and just let me slide all the way in. Firmly impaled on me, ass cheeks spread across my opened fly, he just smiled happily down at me. We just held still, me reveling in the hot furnace of his gut, the tight grip of his pucker, and the incredible beauty of his body poised over me.

Then he began to grind his hips, swirling my dick around in his gut. He raised himself up a little, then slid back down. Soon he was working out a rythm, sliding further up and slamming down harder. Each time he slid up my dick ,his tight little ring pulled my foreskin up ,just to peel it back as he slammed down.

Finally I grabbed his hips to hold him over me and began to ram my dick into him. He let out little whimpers and began chanting ‘ Fuck me’ over and over again. So I did, ith all my strength. When we were both near the edge, I let go and let him slam down on me hard, thick ropes of cum blasted out of his pink cock slit, across my hair, my face and unto my chest and shirt. The sight of the cum shooting out set me off and I pumped my own load inside his ass. He sat there, shuddering in reaction, moonlight picking up the sheen of his sweat, outlining his heaving runner’s body. Then he sank down to lay on my chest, his cheek next to mine, totally spent. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. Forgotten were his parents, the neighbors, our age diffrence, everything but our two hearts pounding together.

After awhile we pulled apart. He dove into the pool, I shucked my clothes and dived in with him.

We kissed and played around like a couple of kids.

I couldn’t get enough of him. Finally, he climbed out of the pool and began hunting for his clothes. I did too,then we stood there awkwardly.

The doubts were back, but I didn’t want him to go.

I held out my hand, he placed his in it. Simple as that I put aside the doubts and worries and led him into my house and my bed. Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. Tonight I just couldn’t let him go.

It is like the station in High Noon. Two platforms, grass.

I step off the train onto the boards of a vacant platform in the early afternoon.

I should be afraid now but too many attempts have sapped my fear. In hindsight, not to my advantage.

John waits for me at the bottom of the steps. Somehow we connect. No pictures or phones.

I must have described myself well.

23 (a lie by 10 years), brown hair and eyes, denim top and bottom – so to speak.

He looks old. Bald, Missing teeth. Vaguely repulsive even. We walk to his house – not far.

Small talk.

A can of lager each. The house is tidy, quiet. There are no clues, no pictures.

So he is married as well, but to each other we must pretend otherwise.

Sit on the sofa. Hand on leg.

Shall we go to the bedroom? Yes.

He says he does not want to draw the curtains because the neighbour will deem it suspicious. Like I care.

He touches me – at the front – tentatively.

I ache to be taken.

I am virgin behind.

Immodestly, I undo his black cords, unzip and pull down.

Now I will know fear.

Chris – the fair haired young lad with the blue eyes who pissed into the beer glass for me in my student digs. We wanked together but pretended we were

straight. He was banana.

Peter – he was courgette, maybe even slim cucumber – the thing I sucked in the wood outside Barnsley, until the wasps got us.

Fit lads at pool – fat German sausages.

But this.

I had sought the fattest carrots at Morrissons. The fat end pointed slightly with a knife. Lots of baby lotion and then very carefully, very slowly forced

it into my back passage, held it there while I played a bit – but never all the way – too uncomfortable.

But this.

I had not seen bigger. They say ‘hung like a donkey’. I wouldn’t know. His foreskin had rolled right back – his glans naked, obscene, oozing and rampant.

I held him, slid my hand, soon oiled with his secretions, to his balls and back, and again feeling him ever stiffer – I took him in my mouth – well the top

bit anyway. Salt.

As if by some dark sorcery, I was naked, his hands on my buttocks. Our manhoods pressed together.

Me S to his XL.

What did I want to do?

‘Will you fuck me?’, I said.

The bedroom cabinet revealed its condoms … and some lotion in a pump dispenser – O, I was so grateful for that.

I had to lie on my back, then put my feet over his shoulders. I had expected to have to bend over something or lie flat on my stomach in the manner I liked

to take my wife.

He took charge. Enrobed His Majesty and annointed me. It pressed against my entrance. Up to now, no-one else but me had touched me precisely there. That was

why I was here.

We had practised for this, me and my arsehole. But nothing this big. John pushed, I opened, back, pushed again, harder, I opened wider. More lotion.

‘I just have to get the bell end in’.

He did. It hurt.

He pushed it all the way in. I put my hands down on his thighs and tried to stop him pushing too far, as he started pumping into me. My legs hurt.I felt sick

and like I was desperate for a crap.

I could have asked him to stop. But I needed him to satisfy himself on me. I was not even hard any more. But I needed him to use me and so make me useful. I

needed to submit, serve and suffer.

It did not take long. There was no dramatic groaning, no sadistic thrusting. He just stopped, pulled out, divested himself of the condom filled with milky

fluid and stained on the outside with my shame.

We dressed. I sat on the loo for a while but could not poo.

We walked back to the station and waited for my train.

The usual goodbyes. Promised to keep in touch. Did not.

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It was spring break. The campus was practically deserted. I am 34, but I often visit university towns on my travels purposely to use the college gym, to work out, maybe get into a pickup basketball game, and of course, to check out the sights and smells of the men’s locker room. Some are easier to sneak into than others, and there’s always a whiff of danger in such places. One is an intruder, not legally there.

Some schools, like this one, have a sauna. I had been here, in this gym, before. Last time I came, there were college studs everywhere, and I remember following so many of them into the showers, time and again, and again and again, shower after shower, that I must have been there for hours that day. No come-ons. No sex. Just cheap voyeurism. Cheap thrills. And one Heck of a solo jack-off session at the end of the day!

They did not have the sauna, then, but I remember going from the student locker room to the faculty locker room, and back again, over and over. I’m always lookin for hairy chested hunks, older students, or graduate assistants in their 20’s and 30’s, or just good lookin older men, 40-ish faculty types, who usually end up being engineers or business school profs, usually married. The ones that catch my eye are always hairy chested, of course.

And that day, burned into my memory, was one very long shower with this tall, incredibly hairy-chested and dark-haired runner, a grad student I think, who had just come in from a long run. His skin glowed with the rosy warmth of blood running through his veins, and I purposely took the locker next to his, and shivered as he took off his shirt and wiped the sweat from his hairy arms and massively curly-haired chest. I gasped almost audibly as he stripped and stood there in front of me, all hairy muscle and sweat in a jockstrap, and again as my arm brushed against the curls of hair on his forearm as we reached into our lockers and undressed.

It took all my might to suppress what might have been a raging hard-on. The showers are large and communal, there. I followed him, and although it was just the two of us, I dangerously chose the shower head immediately next to his. He must have suspected. But I actually managed to start a macho conversation with him about the next Saturday’s game, and while acting like a totally straight jock I quietly got the thrill of watching him soap up his thick, curly hairy chest not two feet from my face. I went nuts when he leaned backwards, eyes closed, to rinse his hair, the soap dribbling down through the thick curls on his chest and under his arms, and when he reached down to wash his enormous dick I just couldn’t stand it and quickly left before giving myself away.

But, then, wrapping myself safely in a towel, I sat on the bench and watched him dry himself off, toweling his hairy chest over and over again. I dared not suspect that he was putting on a show for me, but he did take his time, slowly toweling dry the profuse amount of hair around his groin and dick, repeatedly toweling the gloriously hairy ass crack, tugging his towel back and forth across his back while his dick flapped in the breeze. The hair on his chest billowed out from his skin and, as he turned, brushed against my own hand as I reached for my shirt. I shuddered. And I shuddered again as I watched him strutting masculinely and nude to the urinal and back, aggressively shaking the drips of urine from his dick with his powerful, muscular right hand as he returned, and assertively swiping his stick of Old Spice deodorant through his thickly hairy armpits. He wore boxers of course, and like most hairy men, a T-shirt. I got a good last look at his hairy pecs and armpits as he pulled it over his head, and my own briefs grew little harder when I noticed that the thick hair on his chest curled deliciously above the collar of his T-shirt . . . a tight fitting T-shirt through which one could see the dark outlines of thick curls of chest hair.

By that time I was half dressed myself, and it was a little tough slippin into my jeans over my bulge, but I wondered all the while if he knew that my manly jockish comments like ‘Isn’t so-and-so a good quarterback’ were really a subterfuge, and that what I really wanted to say was ‘Can I lick your hairy tits!’ He stufffed his rugged gym bag and left. I immediately stripped again and jacked off in the shower as if he were still there, half hoping he would return and catch me at it! Well, that was last year’s voyeuristic fun. And, stupid me, I had stumbled onto campus this time during spring break.

No one around to look at except the guy in the mirror. I’m a pretty good lookin guy, myself: tall, sandy-haired, masculine, more than a little hair on my chest, and I stay in shape, lift a few weights. I don’t sleep around much. Too dangerous. And I’ve never been in one place long enough to find a mate. So, I reduce myself to this voyeurism and probably know every good jack-off technique in the book. So, here I was again, and I decided to get a workout in. A little solo basketball. A few weights. And then I hit the track to run a couple of miles.

When I was walking back to the gym I suddenly noticed a man jogging in the same direction, obviously headed to the showers. I picked up my pace, and reached the gym door at the same time. He was a total hunk, with a sort of ruggedly handsome, chiseled face, dark hair, deep dark eyes, thick dark and coarse stubble on his unshaven cheeks. Maybe in his late 30’s, a professor perhaps, his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

I immediately struck up conversation as I opened the door for him, ‘How far did you run?’

He smiled and said, ‘Oh, about four, I think . . . not as much as I used to.’ I replied, ‘Well, you are keepin in great shape,’ wondering if he would notice the emphasis I placed on the word ‘great.’ Maybe he did, because at that moment as we walked through the tunneled hallway toward the locker room, he quickly and aggressively pulled off his shirt. I was done for. I went weak in the knees at the sight of the incredibly thick, dark curly hair covering his entire chest, framed between two chiseled, vascular hairy arms and huge biceps, with a thick trail running down across his chiseled abs.

Even worse, he said, ‘Name’s Nick,’ extending his hairy forearm and right hand to shake mine. His grip was a man’s grip, and I did my best to reply without losing control, ‘My name is Jack.’ That isn’t my real name, but it sounded masculine, and like a real man I pulled off my T-shirt too as we walked through the door of the locker room. I caught his glance, looking at me. As we reached our lockers, which just happened to be near one another, I noticed the manly way he had hung his pin-striped dress shirt and tie over the locker door. I saw a white T-shirt and boxers. A regular business type.

He was out of his running shorts before I could catch my breath, and he grabbed a white towel and strolled into the showers still wearing his jockstrap. I removed mine, and followed him. As I had done the last time that I came here, I took the shower head next to him, but as we had started up a conversation about running and other sports, I didn’t think I was being too obvious. As I reached for a bar of soap, to my surprise he quickly rinsed and turned off the spigot, and he said, ‘I’m goin to hit the sauna.’

‘Sauna?’ I said, ‘I didn’t know there was one.’

‘It’s new,’ he replied, ‘C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.’ Well, we had to stroll buck hairy naked to the other end of the long, cavernous locker room, Nick still in his dripping wet and nearly transparent jockstrap. Damn, his ass crack was hairy! I licked my lips as I walked behind him. We jumped inside. I quickly climbed to the top bench as Nick immediately sprawled himself out on the lower bench, just beneath me. ‘Ah, this feels good,’ he said, lying on his back, eyes closed, running his hands back and forth through the thick hair on his chest. His soft, billowy chest hair must have billowed out an inch or more from his ruddy skin, gathering thickly between his pecs, and along the curvature underneath his pecs, merging into a glorious treasure trail running down across his very hard abs. His arms were hairy, too, sinewy, muscular, more thickly hairy at the wrists but with hair covering his muscular forearms all the way to the elbow. ‘Ah , this feels good,’ he said again.

‘It sure does,’ I uttered, staring down at his hands, drooling, imagining they were my hands, and keeping my towel tightly around me. Then, like a total stud, he jumped up and did some push-ups against the bench just across from me. His legs were spread apart, and with each thrust his hairy ass crack rose toward me, my tongue salivating over the sight of each hairy curl. Without a word he then sprang to his feet and stripped off the jockstrap, his huge limp prick, buried in a massively profuse growth of pubic hair, dangling in front of me as he aggressively wrung the water out of his jockstrap and hung it on the bench next to me to dry. I stared at it, noticed the several curls of public hair on its cup and licked my lips, then looked again over at his hairy dick where he still stood, and then up at his face.

I think he was watching me. He smiled and laid down again, where he had originally lain, but this time completely nude. His cock must have been 6 inches even when flaccid. And I ogled as he again ran his hairy hands and arms up and down through the hair on his chest and abs, lightly massaging his torso, occasionally itching himself on the groin, or pulling at a tuft of hair there, swiping his hand a couple of times across his large, languishing dick. I was about to explode. But, as saunas do, they get too hot. ‘Let’s hit the showers,’ Nick said.

Knowing that I had a raging hard- on, I said, ‘You go on, I’ll catch up.’ No shower fun today, I thought. So, I returned to my locker only in time to watch Nick toweling himself off, and after lingering to ogle him as long as I could, I hit the showers myself. When I returned, Nick was gone. I toweled off, wrapped myself in a white towel, and grabbed my razor for a badly needed shave.

When I turned the corner, there was Nick, standing at a sink buck naked, with a canister of shaving cream and a razor sitting on a shelf, as he toweled dry his hair. I stared at the glistening muscles in his beautifully hairy arms as he scrubbed his head with the towel, and I drooled again at the sight of his hairy armpits. Thick, luscious, inviting. I drooled. There were several sink basins, but I boldly walked up and took the one immediately next to Nick’s.

‘You mind if I borrow some shaving cream?,’ I said. ‘Mine seems to be empty.’ It wasn’t. He handed his to me, smiled, said ‘Sure,’ and to my astonishment, he winked! I almost dropped the shaving cream, but I quickly lathered it onto my stubble and shaved, glancing over at Nick in the mirror with each stroke.

There was something masculine in his every move, even the way he dried his hair! Just as I was splashing water onto my face, he said in his deep masculine voice, ‘Here, let me have that back,’ and he grabbed the shaving cream, his hairy arm brushing against my chest, and with a slight chuckle and began to lather it onto the coarse stubble of his beard.

There is nothing sexier to me than the sight of a buck naked, muscular, hairy-chested jock, standing at a sink in a locker room, steam rising from the hot running water, lathering shaving cream onto his beard’s stubble with his powerful hands and hairy arms, a razor in one hand, the other hand gently fondling the hair on his own chest, as he starts to shave the coarse stubble on his rugged face. I stood there and conversed, watching, unable to pull myself away, becoming very obvious, and quietly sighed as a blob of shaving cream plopped down onto Nick’s hairy chest, the chest hair still half wet, still matted down in places against his athlete’s skin, droplets of water clinging to individual curls, and yet half dry and billowy where he seemed to gently pull on clumps of hair with his left hand. I was breathless.

He glanced over at me in the mirror a time or two as I lingered there. I heard a soft chuckle, and at that, overcome with lust for this beefy chunk of luscious chest hair and masculinity standing next to me, I reached over and wiped the blob of shaving cream from his hairy chest. He smiled. Instantly, I dropped my towel, and momentarily stroked my fully erect and throbbing prick. In an instant I had moved over to stand behind Nick and I gave him a bear hug. He chuckled again, playfully, said nothing, and continued shaving as I kissed his muscular back of his thick neck and ran my fingers through the luscious hair on his chest, my stiff cock nestled into the soft, luscious hair of his ass crack.

Finally, after splashing hot water onto his face, he turned around, returned my embrace, and kissed me passionately as I continued to fondle his hairy chest with one hand, our giant pricks mashing into the softness of each other’s hairy groins. Our tongues explored each other’s eager mouths, and as both of us were now as hard as a rock, we grabbed each other’s manhood and pulled each other back into the shower. He must have been 10 inches erect to my eight. Both of us thick. One could barely grasp the two cocks together in one hand!

There, in the shower, several spigots running, steam rising all around us, we must have remained for an hour or more before I would experience the pleasures of taking his giant prick up the ass, and feeling the warmth and taste of his prick in my mouth, the taste of pre-cum, but before we got around to that, and before I got around to soaping up that hairy chest of his, I first introduced my eager tongue to every last sweaty curl of hair covering his broad chest, dribbling down across his sculptured abs, his profusely hairy groin, his huge prick, his hairy inner thighs, the thick hair and manly scent under his arms, and every fucking hair on his body! I saved his thickly hairy ass crack for last, probing his hairy hole with my tongue as I reached around and stroked his massive cock.

And then, I knelt before him and sucked his gigantic prick, which seemed to grow ever bigger as I sucked and sucked. Then, as if to prepare me, he pulled me onto my back on the shower floor, spread my legs, placed my feet up high on the wall of the showers, so that the hard jet of warm water hit with full force into my own, quivering hairy asshole. He held me there under the spray while he knelt and sucked my cock, kneeling over me, lowering his hairy balls to my face so that I could suck on them as they slapped against my face.

The streams of warm water hitting against my asshole drove me insane. I was in sweet agony, and finally, I could stand no more. I pleaded with him, ‘Oh Nick, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. PLEASE FUCK ME!!!!’

He pulled me up, held me close. We kissed, and he pressed my face into the center of his hairy chest and held it there awhile, his strong hairy arms wrapped around me lovingly. And he whispered sweetly into my ear, ‘OK. I will.’ He kissed me passionately again, and, laying out a large towel on the shower floor, laid me there under the steady stream of hot water, steam rising like a cloud around my face. He knelt over me, straddling my chest, and told me to soap up his massive prick, which I stroked eagerly. He was huge! I stared wide-eyed as I soaped up his cock. Then he backed up, knelt between my legs. I salivated over the sight if his rippling muscles as his powerful hairy arms lifted my legs high, and over his shoulders. I was breathless at the sight of his massive hairy chest hovering above me. I reached up, and just as I lost my fingers in the thick curls of chest hair of the gorgeous man about to fuck me, he shoved it into me, all of it, quickly. I gasped in pain, repressing a scream, but it was soon glorious. HE fucked me slowly, lovingly, bending over me closely enough for me to caress the thick hair on his chest as he fucked me, and yeah, he fucked me good. Oh, how he fucked me! The rhythmic intensity was like nothing I had experienced before. I almost passed out! We gazed into each other’s eyes, and just as I reached up and caressed his rugged face, he stiffened, and exploded inside of me, stream after stream of hot cum shooting up my waiting ass. I shot my own wad simultaneously, all over my chest, and he reached down with a finger and brought a blob of my cum to his lips before leaning down to kiss me.

Both of exhausted, we lay there on the shower floor for several minutes, wrapped in each others arms, kissing affectionately. After we cleaned up, he took me to dinner. We spoke little across the table, and just stared affectionately into each other’s eyes most of the time, as if each of us were thinking the same thing. Each of us had found someone. And then he took me home, a masculine disheveled home strewn with sports equipment and books, beer bottles and brown leather chairs.

We watched a movie, slowly caressing, kissing, drinking wine. I unbuttoned his shirt and played with his chest hair where it curled up onto his upper chest and delicately touched the Adam’s apple. I unbuttoned two more buttons and nestled my face in the hairy center of his chest, as if discovering it for the first time. Finally, as the movie ended, our wine bottle empty, we pulled each other off the sofa and headed to bed. And there, we rolled around affectionately for an hour until, ultimately, we fucked again, each of us this time taking the other’s prick up the ass, and finally, completely spent, I lay there completely happy, warm and safe in this hairy man’s bed, caressing and nuzzling and his powerful, muscular, and beautifully hairy arms, as I rested my face in the thick hair on his chest, which I nuzzled, and kissed, and licked, all night long.

We pulled up to the looming Victorian that summer afternoon, it’s beautiful exterior and large oak trees beckoning to me like a beacon in the night. I stepped out of Riley’s Jaguar and stood before it, taking in it’s majesticness.

‘Well, is it everything I told you it would be’? Riley Forbes was my realtor, and my best friend. We’d known each other for many years, and once shared a passionate lovelife, almost becoming lovers, but I always stopped before making a committment. He stood 6’4 with a balding head, a full mane of silver in his neatly trimmed beard, sparkling blue eyes, and fur covering every inch of his burly frame. I still cared for him very much, but the plans I’d made did not include him.

‘And more. Thank you, Riley.’ We walked up to the ornate glass doors and Riley put the ancient key in the lock. We entered the foyer, and I stopped and stared.

A beautiful mahogany spiral staicase loomed above me, with a crystal chandelier adorning the massive carved ceiling. The polished wood floors smelled of lemon oil, and the gleaming Victorian furniture had been meticulously cared for.

‘I think she will love it. I can’t wait for Becca to see this’. I noticed out of the corner of my eye a look of disapproval crossing his face, and I quickly changed the subject.

‘Why don’t you show me the rest of the house’? We explored the sitting room with it’s marbled topped tables, a fireplace with an ivory mantle, a humongous kitchen with an ecletic mix of old and new appliances, a lovely sun porch furnished with well worn wicker furniture that peered out upon a large back yard with a gazebo in the midst of it.

We headed upstairs to the bedrooms, and each one was decorated in it’s own particular style. One room was adorned in chintz, another in a lovely brocade, and the master bedroom was the most elegant, with a four poster bed, covered with a chenille bedspread, lace curtains, and a beautiful marble topped vanity, accessorized with pearl handled combs, brushes and an oval mirror carved in a beautiful scuplted shape. I smiled broadly and went to the window and looked out at the backyard, seeing ourselves eating out on the patio, Sunday morning coffee in the gazebo.

Riley slipped his arms around my waist, and pressed himself against my body, sliding his hands up and down my chest, his lips kissing the back of my neck. I quickly pulled away and headed to the door, leaning against the wall. He appeared with a mixture of anger and sadness crossing his face.

‘Paulie, are you positive this is what you have to do? I don’t think you’ll be happy, at all, sweetie. You know I love you, and I want to be with you. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll be yours forever.’ His voice was tinged with melancholy and I looked up into his handsome visage and reached out, gently stroking his furry cheek.

‘I promised my mother before she died I’d marry and have children. And as much as I care for you, Riley, I do love Becca. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I never knew I could be in love like this.’

I’d struggled with being gay for years, coming out to myself when I was thirteen, keeping it under wraps through my teenage years, and even through college. I’d dated women, and even had sex with them, not finding it fulfilling, but wanting to honor my mother, whom I loved dearly, and wanted to make happy.

She raised me by herself after the death of my father in a car accident when I was a child. She did everything she could to make a home for the two of us, taking me to church, teaching me to cook, sew, become independent. But she always wanted grandchildren, and since I’d been the only one she was able to have, I made a solemn promise that I’d marry and fulfill her wish, no matter what it took.

I’d met Riley twenty years ago after I’d graduated college, working as a clerk in a real estate office. He’d transferred from the midwest and we became good friends, hanging out almost every night. Even Mom loved his sense of humor and kind nature. It was during that time that we began to feel something for each other, and as much as I tried to deny it, I couldn’t help myself, and we ended up becoming lovers.

I never told my mother, always keeping it secret, and whenever Riley would ask me when I was going to tell her the truth, I’d make up some excuse and change the subject. I always figured he’d give up and move on, but he stuck by me, even after I broke up with him, explaining to him that I needed to be free and explore my life.

Becca was a new employee at the health care group I worked for, and we became friends, sharing a love of music, good food and conversation. Her loveliness reminded me of a Botticelli painting, the delicacy of her features timeless. I found myself drawn to her, and one night we ended up making love, and soon found ourselves planning our wedding.

Mother adored Becca on sight, and she became like a daughter to her, and during my mother’s illness, Becca was at her side, taking care of her, even after the Alzheimers’ disease robbed Mom of most of her memory. Riley became friendly with Becca, and tried very much to like her, but there was always an unspoken dislike that I knew simmered below the surface. Riley seemed to respect my wishes, and kept a low profile.

‘Let’s go take a look at the attic’. We headed upstairs to a long hallway, and at the end, a door cracked and peeling. He turned the handle and the door creaked open, revealing cobwebs and a stale, musty smell emanating from the place. We headed up into the space, which was covered with years of memories, old dresses on mannequins, trunks with large metal clasps, duffel bags, years of faded papers, yellowing and brittle.

The window was small, and stained glass, letting in a kaleidoscope of light into the dusty room. The beam settled on a beautiful roll top desk situated in the middle of the room. I walked over and pulled back it’s top. Before me was a journal covered in green leather, with the letters ‘JBS’ embossed on the front in gold. I picked it up and opened it. The handwriting was fluid, and although slightly faded, I could read the lines of what was written. The first page was dated August 1, 1899.

‘We should be going, Paul. We need to get back to the office. I have another showing in about a half hour.’ I grabbed the book and we headed back downstairs.

I met Becca for dinner at a local bistro, to discuss our wedding plans. She’d picked out not only the church, but her wedding dress, bridesmaids, everything on her own, wanting to take care of everything because she’d wanted to do this since she was a little girl.

‘Ever since I can imagine, I’d wanted the perfect wedding. You’ve given me everything I could ever imagine, Paul. And I do adore you so.’ She took my hand, her diamond engagement ring sparkling in the light from the candle.

‘As I do you, Becca. You must tell me of your plans.’

‘Oh, I can’t now, sweetie. I’m meeting the girls for a fitting at Bernice’s. I just wanted to stop and have dinner with you. I’ll call you later tonight.’ She kissed me softly on the lips and trounced away. She was still living with her parents until the wedding day, determined to make everything special.

I returned to my condo, settling in for the night. I began to watch an old movie on TV, but remembered the journal. I pulled it out of my briefcase, and opened it once again. The yellowing parchment smelled musty and felt rough in my fingers as I read….

August 1, 1899

We have finally set a date for our wedding. Elizabeth and I shall be betrothed in the spring of the new year..at last. Oh the joy I feel of marrying this beautiful creature. She is exquisite in every way. Her beauty is beyond compare, from her flaxen hair to her porcelain skin. Her waist is tiny, and she is so very proud of her petite frame. How she wears the many fine dresses from Paris I’ve bought her, and the hats from the millinery. Women do stop and stare at her as we stroll down the street. My friends have told me they are quite jealous of me for collecting such a prize, but I tell them I am the fortunate one, for she is my treasure. We shall have a full life together, and we are planning on having a full family. She wishes for many children, a mixture of boys and girls, mostly boys to carry on my name. My heart leaps at the thought of becoming a part of her life. And how my mother and father have embraced me back into their lives with the announcement we are to wed.

When I left for college, they were disappointed I did not take a part in the family business, joining as an apprentice undertaker. I did not wish to disappoint anyone, but inside I abhorred the smell of death that seemed to permeate our lives. I realize that this is the family trade, and I should be proud of it, but I wish to revel in life, instead of death. Is that so wrong?

For now, journal, I must turn in. Elizabeth and I are planning a trip to a small island in New England to visit her relatives. They wish to give her a dowry to help with our expenses. I will write again very soon.

August 9, 1899

As I walk along this windswept beach, the smell of the salt air encompassing my every breath, my mind is flooded with many thoughts as I watch the tide lap at the seashore. I have told Elizabeth I would like some time for myself as she and her sisters were planning on going into town to the millinery.

Journal, I do not know what to do with myself at this moment. It seems a rug has been pulled out from under me, and I am falling into an abyss. This should not be happening to me, because I will it not to, but I cannot help myself. I’ve tried in vain to deny these feelings, but once I saw him today, I could not push them aside any longer.

Nathaniel came into the study today, all of eighteen. He stood tall, muscled, his beautiful faced adorned by the shadow of a beard, his thick mane of red hair sweeping across his forehead. The emeralds of his eyes sparkled like pure gems in the afternoon sunlight, and when he smiled at me, I felt the urge to sweep him into my arms, and kiss his tender lips. I wanted to take him to my bedroom, and remove his clothing, lay him on the bed, and explore his fine young flesh. Oh, how I long to touch his beautiful body, my lips burning for the feel of his, the sweetness of our kisses.

Why, oh , why is this happening to me? What evil spirit possesses my soul as to have these thoughts? I must fight against them, because it is Elizabeth I love. She is the one that God has set aside for me. I know in my heart she is the one, and I must not think the foolish thoughts. Journal, you are the only one I may speak to, dare utter the wickedness I feel. Please help me.

I closed the book and remained silent for a moment. Was I mean to find this? Was it destiny that was telling me to come across this journal of forbidden love? I put it on my bedside table and turned off the light. I would read more when I could.

Becca called me the next day, postponing our plans due to her ‘monthly gift’. I told her I understood and that I would call her later. I made myself a pot of coffee and curled up on the couch, quickly returning to the pages of the past…

August 30, 1899

It is night, and I lay here next to Elizabeth, unable to sleep. The events of the past few weeks have preyed on my mind so, and I must put them to page in order to fully understand what is happening to me.

Elizabeth’s family decided to take a trip to New York on business, and asked Elizabeth to come along. She agreed, wanting to see if the city had a trousseau that she would like more than the ones she had chosen in town. I decided to stay behind and allow her some time for herself. Nathaniel also decided to remain with me as well. His father Forbes thought it best that we should become better acquainted, since he believed that my years of wisdom would help him to find something in life to aspire to.

‘Jacob, my son, Nathaniel needs focus. He has not attended college yet, and has been out of school for almost a year. He wishes not to go into business with me, and I am angry at his decision. It is a fine man’s work that I do, being the owner of the finest men’s store in town. I am proud of being a tailor, and why he does not wish to follow in my footsteps I do not know. So if you could speak to him and perhaps find out what he would like to do with his life, maybe it can give me some perspective on how to handle him.’

They departed on a Friday morning, taking the early train. We took the steam car to the depot, where Nathaniel and I watched them off on their journey. We returned home, where we ate breakfast, and decided to take a walk behind the house, into the woods, where it would give me a chance to talk with young Nathaniel.

I remember he wore a white shirt, and suspenders with long pants, and boots. His frame held to the material so well. As we walked, I could not help but notice his profile. So beautiful, exquisite. I longed to reach out and caress his hair, to take him in my arms.

We ended up at a clearing next to a bubbling brook. We sat on the ground and began to talk about his future, what he wanted out of life. He told me he wasn’t sure, that he was very confused in his own mind of exactly what his plans were.

As we sat in the quiet of the afternoon, I felt his hand gently touch mine, and I looked over and he was staring out into the blue sky. I pulled away my hand and tried not to react.

‘Jacob, do you not like me?’ His question stunned me and I looked over at him, his eyes full of tears.

‘I do like you, Nathaniel. Very much. You are a fine young man.’ He reached out again, and took my hand in his and pressed it to his chest. My body trembled in fear as I felt the warmth of his body against the palm of my hand. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips to mine, lingering in his kiss. I started to pull away, but could not. I moved in and stroked his hair with my free hand. He pulled away and stared at me for a moment.

‘Nathaniel, why did you do that?’

‘You do not love my sister. I know you don’t. I have been feeling something different about you for a long time now, and I know you are like me. You have been denying it for years, but you cannot any longer.’

As he spoke those words, it was if a giant weight had been lifted off of my chest. I leaned over and kissed him, pulling his body to mine. I felt myself aching for him, every inch of his young frame. I laid him down upon the cool grass and began to undress him. He ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my cheek.

I laid his clothes aside and explored his naked frame. It was so beautiful, smooth and fresh, smelling of soap and musk. I kissed his tender flesh, running my hands along his body. He began to moan as I went deeper down his body.

His member was taut, erect, the head round and mushroom shaped. His testicles were thick, and swollen, and as I cupped them in my hand, I took his penis into my mouth. He gasped as I began to fellate him, taking in every inch of his manhood as the warm summer sun beat down upon us.

My clothes were removed and we entered a state of bliss, reveling in the passion of two men, our forbidden fruit eaten. We dipped into the small creek and washed each other in the cold waters.

He pressed himself against my back, as I lay upon the edge of the water. I could feel him enter me, and soon, he was taking his way with me. I cried out for him, wanting him to possess me in ways I had fought for so long, and he brought me to the heights of my passion that only existed in my mind when I thought of Elizabeth.

We walked home and did not speak of that afternoon, until he entered my bedroom that night, clad in his nightshirt, which he quickly removed as he climbed into my bed chamber. He removed mine and covered his body over mine and entered me once again.

He took me for what seemed like hours, and I did not want him to stop..ever. He was mine, and I did not want to let him go. My destiny had been fulfilled.

I knew that I could not marry Elizabeth now, and yet, I could not tell her of what had occurred between her brother and I. It would not be understood, and shame would come upon both families. Journal, I must be forthcoming with my decision, and I must decide on how to handle this with such delicacy. I need much strength.

October 31, 1899

Nathaniel has left for college in the midwest, pursuing a career in the medical field. He decided he wished to become a doctor, and help people. His choice of psychiatrist did not set well with his family, but his decision to pursue a life of academic fulfillment pleased his family very much.

I have returned home to my family, breaking off the engagement to Elizabeth. After discussing with Nathaniel about what I should say, we decided on explaining to her that I was to take over the family business, becoming an undertaker, and that such a field was unpleasant and not becoming of a fine woman as herself. It turns out that she was planning to dissolve our engagement as well, as her trip to New York afforded her not only a place to clear her mind, but a chance encounter with a former beaux she had never stopped loving. He was from a wealthy and titled background, and while the dissolvement was bitter at first from both sides of our families, we decided it was best of all of us that this his how it was to be. Elizabeth and I promised to remain friends, and I wished her good fortune and tidings with her new fiance. Journal, my heart is at peace, at least with Elizabeth, but what of my Nathaniel? What shall I do now?

January 5, 1900

I have seen Nathaniel several times, and met him in clandestined places. Our passion still burns strong, but I know that he must move on and meet someone of his own age, and become his own man. I shant tell him of this, for I shall gradually disappear from his life, allowing him to meet others, and let time take its natural course.

June 10, 1920

Journal, It has been twenty years since we last spoke, and so much has occurred. Elizabeth is the mother of four sons and four daughters, a woman of proper society in New York’s wealthy class. Nathaniel has become a respected psychologist in California, and according to him, he has been with someone for many years, a well to do business man whom he truly adores. We converse often, telling him of my life as an undertaker, how Father and Mother passed on, and how the business has grown. He has asked me if I have found anyone, and I have stated that I have not, for I shall live with the cherished memories of what we had that summer together. Perhaps one day I shall meet and fall in love, only if time allows this to happen. Journal, I am not sure there will ever be a time where how I feel will ever be accepted. It is an abomination in the eyes of God, and I must remain a pillar of this community. I will always wonder what it may have been like to be in love with another man, but I dare not speak of it. It shall remain my secret until my passing. Journal, you are my wisest friend. You keep my secrets and never betray me, and for that I shall be grateful to you always. Thank you.

The journal stopped there and I closed it, feeling the tears wet against my cheeks. I knew now there was no going back. No matter what I was expected to do, it could not happen. I had to fulfill my own destiny within my heart.

I told Becca the next day that our engagement was off because I was gay. I didn’t mince words, or sugar coat anything. Her reaction was as I thought, throwing the ring in my face, and storming out of the restaurant.

I phoned Riley and asked him to meet me at the house the next day, that I needed to speak to him. He showed up at 3:0o pm, clad in a pair of sweat pants, tennis shoes and a tank top, where he’s come from the gym.

‘Everything ok, Paul’?

‘Not really. Can we go inside and talk?’ We headed upstairs to the attic, and I closed the door behind us. He stood in the middle of the room, a puzzled look coming across his face.

‘Riley, i’m afraid I won’t be needing this house for Becca and I. We’ve broken our engagement’. He looked rather solemn as he took in the news.

‘I am sorry, Paulie. I’m gonna lose a hell of a commission on this house.’ He shot me a sly grin and walked over to me and squeezed my shoulder.

‘You gonna be ok, kiddo?’ I reached up and took his hand and pulled out the engagement ring from my pocket. I curled it up in his palm and stepped away. He opened his hand and looked at it with a moment of confusion.

‘Why are you giving this to me’? I walked over, slipped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Standing back to wait for his reaction, he remained immobile, unsure of what to say, or do.

‘Riley, I do love you. I don’t want to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Children or no children. I want to be with you.’

A broad smile came across his handsome face and he walked over, slid his arms around my waist, and embraced me. Leaning down to give me a deep soul kiss, he held me in the embrace and kissed me on the bridge of my nose.

‘Sweetheart, i’m gonna make you the happiest man in the world. I promise.’

‘I know you shall, Riley.’ I held him in my arms, and as we stood there, the multicolored reflection bathing us in its afternoon hues, I wondered if somewhere Jacob was smiling upon us. Because he had everything to do with this. And I hoped that he knew that, wherever he might be.

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As we began stroking, he smiled and said, ‘I’m glad I have a partner like you.’

‘I feel the same way about you,’ I replied.

We turned and looked at each other and our eyes locked together.

Ever so slowly, our faces moved closer to each other, when Rock suddenly pulled back and said, ‘Shall we return to our teens and jerk each other off?’

‘Hell, yea. Why not.’

We each released our own cock and grasped each others and continued stroking. Soon, we both began breathing hard and moaning and we each knew that the other was nearing his cimax. We both climaxed out onto our stomachs. After releasing each others cock, Rock retrieved roll of paper towels and we wipped ourselves up.

As rock easedthe boat backout into the river,he said, ‘Damn, that was awesome.’

‘Hell yea, I agree. We need to do that more often.’

‘You have no problem jerking another guy off?’

‘Nope, and it doesn’t appear that you do either, since you suggested the session.’

‘You’re right, I don’t,’he replied as we skimmed the surface going down river checking out the many beaches.

As we puled into the dock to get a bite of lunch, Rock paused as we were ready to get out and said, ‘Mark, you do realize that anything personal we say or do stays just between us, right?’

‘Hell, rock, I’m not stupid. Both of us would be fired if word got out about what we did earlier. What happens between us, stays between us.’

‘Good man,’ he said, slapping me on the shoulder.

We went in and as usual Luke refused to let us pay for our lunch. As I finished my sandwich, I saw Rock and Luke talking softly off in a corner. All I managed to hear was Luke say, ‘Well, let me know.’

Not wanting to get nosey, I didn’t question that comment. We returned to the river and ur patrol.

The next day, mid morning, Rock returned to the hidden inlet where we had jerked each other the day before. This time he went in farther and pulled the boat up to a small sandy beach and tied up. ‘Break time,’ he said.

As I followed him to a clearing of soft grass, he casually removed his shirt then his swimsuit and jock, then lay on the soft grass. I quickly did the same, laying next to him. After casually scratching his crotch, he reached over and began to fondle my cock. I immediately began geting hard and as I did, I reached over and began to fondle his.

Once we were both totally hard, he turned toward me and propped himself up on his hand. I turned toward him and again our eyes locked together.

After a long moment he said, ‘Mark, I feel sure I know what we both want, and I think you do also.’

‘Yes, I think I do,’ I replied and rose enough to press my lips to his. As we both partedour lips and extended our tongues into the others mouth, he lay me back down and rolled over on top of me.

Our passionae kiss lasted several moments then broke. Without saying a word, Rock flipped around and we began a hot passionate sixty-nine. We took our time and eventually brought each other to a roaring hug climax. After we each swallowed, we sat up and kissed again.

after the kiss ended, we began dressing and Rock said with a laugh, ‘I know I’m glad you’re my partner now!’

‘Same here,’ I replied.

We returned to the boat, and as we pulled back into the main river, we kissed again.

‘Mark, you’re hung damn nicely. How big is it?’

‘So are you. I’m only seven and a half but you have me beat.’

‘Only by a half inch bu yours is so much thicker than mine.’

Then, as we pulled into the dock for lunch, he said, After we eat, I need to talk to Luke a minute.’

‘Sure, no problem.’

We went in and ordered and ate. Once we were done, he said ‘Give me a couple of minutes, then come back to the door marked ‘PRIVATE’.

‘Sure,’ I replied, curiously.

Luke and Rock disappeared into the room and after a couple of minues I went to the door and knocked.

‘Come on in, Mark,’ I heard Rock call out.

I opened the door and as I stepped in, I froze. There before me, I saw Luke ith his shorts off, bent over the desk and Rock nude fucking his ass.

‘Shut the door,’Rock said.

I did as Rock said ‘You remember how I said Luke got paid in other ways? Well, this is how he gets paid for the water, ice, and lunches and we have a big tab to pay off so get ready.’

I stripped and Luke turned enough to start sucking me. Soon, Rock climaxed up his ass and said, ‘Your turn.’

I got into position and began fucking Luke as me moaned in pleasure then said, ‘Rock, you got yourself an awesome partner here.’

‘Really? I guess I’ll never know,’ Rock said looking at me and winking.

I soon climaxed up Luke’s ass and as I pulled out, he said, ‘Man, this is the best day I’ve had in ages. I’ll see you two tonight when you get off.’

After dressing, we returned to the boat and resumed patrol. I asked,’How the fuck did that get started?’

‘It was about two years ago. My previous partner had called in sick and there was no one to patrol with me. It was a Tuesday, which as you’ve seen is unevenful. I said I could handle it and came out alone. I was in the store and asked about Luke and was old that he was out for a little while. I went out on patrol and up river a short ways I spotted a boat in an inlet. I killed the motors and paddled in and found Luke getting fucked by a couple of guys, one in his mouth and one in his ass.’

‘Mother fuck! Was it forced?’

‘Not acording to Luke. The guys ran off and jumped in their boat and took off. I asked Luke what the hell was going on. That’s when he confessed to me that he was gay. He said the guys had come in and bought some beer and fishing gear but was short on money. He said he told them that he had a way for them to pay off the debt and brought them here. He said that they seemed happy to pay their debt that way.’

‘Damn, but how did you get involved?’

‘Luke said he’d noticed my bulge at times and if I wanted, I could pay for the ice and water and lunchs the same way. I reminded him that he was propositioning a cop. He laughed and reminded me that it was my word against his. I asked if he was serious and he said yes and asked for his first payment. I oblidged and fucked him.’

‘How did you keep it from your partner?’

‘When we came in for lunch, he’d pay for his and return to the boat. I’d meet Luke in his offece and fuck him or let him suck me. He has no idea that I do anything with anyone else. I just told him you were open tothe payment method.’

‘Un-fucking-believeable!’ I said.

We completed our patrol and docked the boat. The sign on the store said closed, but we went around to the office private entrance. Rock knocked and e heard Luke say, ‘It’s open.’

We went in and Luke was at his desk nude. Rock gave me first in line and after we stripped, I began fucking Luke’s ass. After I climaxed, Luke took over as Luke began sucking me, and about the time Rock climaxed, I fed Luke anther load, but this time it was in his mouth.

‘See you studs tomorrow,’ Luke said as we left him jerking off.

As we drove back into town, I asked Rock if he’d like to come by my place after we signed out. He agreed.

Once we were at my place we stripped and began kissing and fondling. After a moment he said, ‘I’d love to find out just ho awesome my partner is.’

‘No problem,’ I said, leading him to my bedroom.

Soon,i had my cock up Rock’s hot ass and was fucking away.

‘Oh, fuck! Luke was right. You are awesome. Fuck me, baby!’

I soon filled his ss with my hot load and he moaned, saying how great it felt shooting up his hole.

I then had him fuck me and he was awesome also.

He spent the night with me and we later sucked each other off again, this time he got between my legs and serviced me then I did the same to him, both of us rimming the other while we were down there.

From that day forward Rock and I had sex daily while on patrol and paid our debt to Luke whour cocks. On the evening payments, Luke started taking both of us up his ass at the same time. Now that was awesome!

After a year, Rock and I bought a house together and became roommates as far as everyone else knew. However, in acuality, we had become lovers.

We evenually came out to Luke and egan having hot three ays in his office on some evenings. Luke loved it.

We’ve been patrol partners for five years and overs for just over three years. When we run across guys having sex, which is more often than you’d think, we run them off with a verbal warning, telling them that if we catch them a second time they will be arrested and taken to jail. I personally believe that they suspect that we are gay, but they have no proof.

We ove our work and have received numerous commendations for life saving and from the small communities along the river and lake where we partol.

And we’re still deeply in love with each other.

Oh, regarding Rock’s previous partner…

Well, he was caught in a deserted park restroom sucking a fourteen year old boy afer paying him twenty dollars. He’s now serving time and is in a secluded cell for his own protection.

THE END

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Jacob the hot assed twink has now left his past back and is now decided to move forward, towards a new beginning. He has left towards a new city in search of job and in search of a new life. With only 100 dollars to his name and with a jeans and short shirt as his clothes to wear he moved on to the new beginnings. The painful happenings of his life has left him hurt and broken, but he decided to start afresh his life.

But Jacob little did he knew that his new start of life is derailed and this new city will have more new to offer him.

Jacob has now turned 22 the most sexy and the twinky age and he looks a hot twink, with his sexy lips and deep eyes and an ass to die for, his ass has turned more hotter and fit, it’s just the perfect ass with the right amount of plump flesh. His face has now the perfect look of a grown up adult, with his well trimmed beard and trimmed moustache he looked extremely hot and spicy. His muscled has also developed and it also was kept in good shape. And his muscles looked perfect, not too much pumped and not too less. He had the perfect hot muscular body.

And his belly button has also got more rounded and it looks deeper and deeper, and looked sexier. Whoever saw the bellybutton felt an unknown whirlpool which just attracted towards his hot navel and his navel hole.

And the most important of all was his ass which has become more big rounded and well bubble butt which is just perfect, and with the hot ass fucking he got earlier his ass has become more big and rounded. And to top it all he wore always low waist jeans with his underwear waist band above his jeans level, and his jeans were so low that half of his sexy ass spilled out of the waist of his jeans, which was so tight and low. ________________________________________

The new city life is quiet tough, the expenses are very high and he got a rented flat from Mr. Jeff a 60 year old bear looking old man.

Mr. Jeff looked like a huge bear with his big belly and huge figure, he had a grown up moustache and he is too fat and out of shape. Jeff is very strict about the flat rents and he gives no compromises in rent, which means tough business ahead. Well Jacob found his way struggling ahead, to find a new job. But he never got any and he hardly had any cash to recharge his mobile.

The following day’s things went more out of hands when he was left starving without any cash even to afford a burger. It was then he saw an ad in a newspaper which told a gas station needs an employee there. Luckily he got the job. The salary was less but still he got some meager cash to recharge his mobile and buy some food. Salary was on daily basis. And with the meager salary he fought his way to save some money.

As he has to pay his rent but he soon realized that he will not able to save his cash as then he will left with nothing in hand. It was then he grabbed a job as waiter in the nearby country club. He did the waiter job at night shift and did the gas station job at day time. The country club was a cheap club and there were only 3 waiters and he was assigned with the night time serving.

The waiters were not given any uniform and the only uniform given was a low waist tight jeans with no shirt, this was the attire of all waiters there. This was a way to attract men towards the club. Here also salary was on daily basis and sometimes he used to get some tips. The club was a senior citizen club and the men who came there were all above 50 years of age. Jeff was also a usual visitor there. Jacob did his level best to save the cash and he almost got the rent but unfortunately he lost his purse somewhere and along with it he lost his hard earned money.

It was soon Jacob got famous among the old perverted men of the city. Jacob got famous with his low waist jeans and his hot waist and navel button and his hot hungry ass.

That night is the last date for him to pay rent and it’s a Friday evening with not much people in the club. Jacob had no idea of how to face Jeff the next day. And its night 11’o clock, he is preparing to go home, and the next day he shuddered to think the way Mr. Jeff would his kick his ass out of the home. But it’s his entire mistake that he has lost his earned rent. Jacob was in the locker room all alone and he was getting ready to leave.

He was removing his jeans as there are no more people left in the club. Jacob is now nude with his erect cock. He felt horny too as he has not even masturbated for two months due to the tough new city life. He felt too broke with his miseries he has left behind and with the new tough life which he don’t know where it will take him and above all he felt so damn horny. He deadly felt in need to feel a huge cock inside his hole to abuse his ass and plough his tunnel. He felt to get raped without any lubricant up his ass by some drunkard or any drug addict this night, and with the unfulfilled desires he held the locker door and arched his ass mounts back and imagined a huge daddy cock ploughing his hole and using him.

It was soon Mr. Louis came in, the owner of the club. And Louis was shell shocked to see Jacob like this. Louis was another old hot dog at the age of 50 and he had a crush on Jacob when he walked around in his low waist jeans.

”Jacob I think you need to stay some longer this night as there are no more waiters left” said Louis. ”but sir there are no more men here all have left” ”yes I know that but Mr. Jeff has come in and he is our regular customer so you got to attend him”

Jacob was shocked again as Jeff is his landlord and if he sees him then he will ask about the rent. And he had no other way other than to stay some more time to attend Jeff. He felt his cock going down. Louis felt like he hit a jackpot by seeing Jacob fully nude. Jacob then had an idea why doesn’t he ask Louis to lend some cash.

Well Louis never knew that Jacob’s land lord was Jeff. ”Mr. Louis can you please lend me some cash I need it badly as I have to pay the rent tomorrow.” And he explained the whole story how he got lost his purse.

Jacob was still nude in front of Louis with his prick now gone down. Louis was scanning the hot body of Jacob, his hot red lips, his trimmed beard, his well rounded deep belly button and hot navel. His erect hot nipples and well trimmed pubes.

” well Mr. Jacob I know that it’s so sad that you lost your purse and your hard earned money. But what will you do for me, how can you help me if I give you money.” ”Mr. Louis you don’t need to pay me for the next one month and like wise cut that much of salary from me” said Jacob. But Louis was not satisfied. He looked with lust at Jacob.

”ok boy lets make a deal, you know am profit minded always, and you also know the pathetic state of our club. If I can get some rich people as my permanent members and get them to sponsor for the well being of my club I can get this cheap country club more famous and that means more cash and more cash means you will also be benefited only you” ”I do not understand sir”

” I will explain boy; you will be paid well with a descent cash if you do good work. And I will lend you your rent also tonight, I will give you the money you need, but you must do what I want you to do.”

”yes sir anything for cash” ”that’s my boy. Now what you have to do is to get your tight ass hole fucked by Mr. Jeff, you have to seduce him with these hot butts, and then Jeff will become our permanent member and he is rich that means I can get some more cash, and if you do it I will give you your rent tonight, after all you have a hot hot ass” and Louis just squeezed Jacobs tight buns, with a perverted horny smile

Jacob had no other way and he thought that it will be a good way to fuck his life ahead, and an easy one.

And tonight he is horny too and he got to work hard all night over the pool table with his hot tight butt to get his cash. And he never told that it was Jeff his land lord to Louis as he had more brilliant plans.

So why not get his horny ass to get fucked, and more over jeff is a bear and he loves bear old men, and surely jeff has a huge pole somewhere 10 inches and he loves huge poles up his tight hole.

Louis just patted Jacob’s nude ass ”what are you thinking get in business” ”yes sure Mr. Louis and I think I can get a permanent job here with good salary right” and saying this Jacob lightly touched Louis’s hot daddy cock. ”oh you sluttish boy you are not new in this business right, well I will make sure that you get more than you bargained for you get your cash and a free fuck up this hot arse with my cock also. Now get that old Jeff’s cock up this hole. Then it’s my chance and you will get a good salary here and a fuck from me also”

”yes Mr. Louis I love night duty and I love to get barebacked and I want you also to breed my hole, you don’t know Mr. Louis how sexy you are and am damn horny tonight, I just need a fuck up my hole” ”yes my boy I promise to fuck you every night, I just want you only you, but unfortunately I cannot fuck you first, but its ok business is important, and me too my boy your ass is the most sexy thing on earth”

”And to be in business you got to sell what you have right Mr. Louis ” ”yes my boy” and Louis gave a hard smooch on Jacobs lips. And Louis left the room.

Jacob had but another plan, he will seduce Jeff and get his cock up his ass instead of the rent and he can get the cash from Louis and he can keep for himself. Jacob looked at the time and its half past eleven.

He soon wore his low waist jeans without his briefs under and wore his pants so low that even his ass cuttings were visible. Jacob was so very cunning to get these two old men to fuck him and get his life and some cash, after all its just business and he is loving this business of getting fucked up his ass which is his jack pot, and he ahs to do when he has it.

And his cock is having a hell hard on and with trembling legs he walked towards the pool table where Jeff was seated, and he was also trembled to think how long is this night with the two terrible cocks that will go up his ass hole tonight which will tear his hole and reduce him to a sluttish horny dog………………………

To be continued…………………………………

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‘Hey, tell me, Jack, what are these things?’ Chad asked, holding up a small plastic bag containing a few coins.

I blushed involuntarily. I had dropped that bag of coins into my shaving kit. I figured no one would ever find the coins there. Every once in a while I’d come across them and smile, remembering how they came into my possession, but I had forgotten about having them when this eighteen-year-old son of a family friend came to spend a weekend with me to check out a local college. So, of course, wouldn’t you know, he spotted them.

‘Oh, they’re nothing, Chad,’ I answered noncommittally. I had done lawn mowing and yard work for his dad when I was in high school. Chad had been in grade school then. We were about five years apart.

‘Really?’ he asked, sarcastically. ‘Then how come one side is engraved with an erect cock with a giant set of balls, and the other side shows a man’s muscular ass? Just what kind of coins are these, anyway?’

He had been standing in the bathroom, with only a damp white towel loosely wrapped around his bare frame, when I had passed the open door. I had gotten an instant impression of a very well developed physique, which left me a little lightheaded. The profiled bulge at the crotch was impossible to ignore.

‘I picked them up a couple of years ago,’ I told him simply, as memories of how I came to have the coins came flooding back, causing a wave of erotic pleasure to surge through my already energized lower abdomen.

‘Where?’ he wanted to know.

‘During a period I spent in the Mid-West,’ I said trying to be evasive about the whole thing.

‘Com’on, Jack,’ he persisted, grinning, still holding up the bag, turning towards me and moving a few steps closer. ‘What kind of place uses this kind of coin?’ His well-proportioned body looked spectacular: muscular shoulders; rounded pecs with dark, hard nipples; flat, sharply defined stomach and narrow waist; large calves and strong feet. It was the morning of his first full day with me, after having arrived, exhausted, late at night and going straight to bed, so this was the first time I was seeing him undressed and nearly nude.

‘Well, to tell you the truth, it’s one of those private-booth, dirty-movie, kind of places,’ I admitted nervously.

‘Must be a gay joint, judging by the engraving,’ he deduced. Then, when he saw my startled reaction, he laughed.

‘Uh…’ I gulped, not knowing what to say.

‘Hey, don’t sweat it. Dad told me you were gay. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it around me.’

‘Joe told you I was gay?’ I asked in surprise.

‘Sure. Years ago. And you know, I’ve always kinda wondered just exactly how he knew. I wouldn’t have guessed myself. Did you tell him? Or did you and he…?’ He paused, smiling. ‘…You know…’ He let the rest of the idea dangle between us, but movement at the front of his towel was obvious. Chad was becoming aroused. He was coming on to me. It was clear he was getting an erection. So was I, but confined in my jeans I don’t think it was quite as obvious as his.

I let the unfinished question go unanswered.

‘Did those booths have glory holes?’ he suddenly asked. He looked very interested.

I nodded. ‘Most of them,’ I told him truthfully.

‘Wow!’ he sighed. ‘I’ve heard of glory holes, but I’ve never actually seen one.’

I smiled, understandingly.

‘Did you ever, you know, put it through, and get it, uh, sucked?’ he asked quietly, his voice strained with excitement.

I nodded.

‘Did you ever, well, you know, get one shoved in, through the hole, towards you?’ He was pausing between each phrase, out of nervousness or excitement, and then he held his breath waiting for my answer.

I nodded slowly.

‘Wow!’ he repeated, pausing, reflecting. Then he asked, huskily, ‘Did ya ever, you know, uh, suck…?’ He stopped. I got the impression he felt the question was over the line.

But I nodded, anyhow. I wasn’t smiling.

‘Oh, man,’ he whispered, ‘talking about this is getting me turned on.’

‘I can see that,’ I told him quietly.

‘I’ve always wondered how it would feel like to get a…’ Again, he didn’t finish the thought.

‘Wanna find out?’ I asked. I licked my dry lips lasciviously.

His response was to unfasten the towel and let it drop to the floor. An amazingly impressive, rapidly expanding, major cock greeted me. Huge balls in a large, tight, crinkly sac confirmed his readiness as the giant cock rose between us, showing its strength, lifting its mammoth head, filling out to man-sized proportions.

‘Why don’t you…’ he started to say, as he came closer still, then he reached out and popped open the top button of my jeans, ‘…get naked, too,’ he added. He tugged the sides of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head while I lifted my arms to aid the garment’s removal. I unzipped my pants, kicked off my loafers, pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them. I was naked, now, too.

‘Man, you’re uncut!’ he sighed, excitedly, knowingly, as he reached for my almost completely erected organ. His intimate touch caused me to swell to full rigidity in a flash.

‘Oooh, this ‘skin moves so smoothly,’ he sighed, his gaze transfixed on my cock. His touch was knowing and sure of itself.

I let out a quiet groan of pleasure.

He glanced up quickly, looking me in the eye. ‘I’ve jacked off with a few of my friends, and jacked some of them off, too,’ he admitted, softly, ‘you know how it can be, foolin’ around, playin’ with one another, but this is the first ‘intact’ cock I’ve handled and I love it! It’s so workable and easily stroked, man. I’d love to watch you shoot a load! Look! It’s starting to ooze!’

His cock was already leaking pre-cum, too, but remained untouched. I didn’t want to break his concentration. Besides, I was really enjoying myself.

‘Have you tasted the juice?’ I asked him in a whisper.

He shot a glance up into my face. He blushed. ‘A little,’ he admitted. ‘My own, and some I’ve licked off my fingers.’

‘Kid stuff,’ I told him as his eyes got wide. ‘Why don’t you taste the real thing?’

‘Can I?’ he asked, surprising me.

‘I want you to,’ I said sincerely. My cock flared in his hand, becoming stiff as steel, emphasizing my arousal better than words.

He bent over, his face as close to my cockhead as possible, watching my meat as his fist worked the cockskin up and down the long tube. Now, having satisfying himself that I approved, his tongue slowly slid out, flattened and moist. I wanted to hump against it, but held back, letting him proceed at his own pace, careful not to upset or distract him.

‘It’s such a magnificent cock,’ he sighed, almost to himself, then suddenly lapping at the firm cockhead after drawing the cockskin down off the glans. He licked at it like it was an ice cream cone.

It felt great, but I wanted more. ‘Put your lips on it,’ I whispered down to him.

He followed instructions, applying pressure as though kissing the head.

‘You’ll get more of the juice if you suck at the slit,’ I instructed. Immediately, I felt light sucking pressures and felt pre-cum being drawn out of me. He received a large quantity.

Lifting his head, he looked up at me. ‘Oh! Man, it’s hot!’ he sighed. He licked his lips. ‘Slippery! Gooey!’ He paused, then added, ‘Great!’ With a smile, he dove back to the task.

‘Try drawing the…’ I paused, looking for a word for cockhead that wouldn’t alarm him, ‘…the knob into your mouth.’

Instantly, I was in! The virginal but eager mouth drew in the cockknob without hesitation. It was wonderful, but still I wanted more.

‘Try applying some pressure…’ I suggested, paused, and added, quietly, ‘…some suction.’ I didn’t want to say, ‘Suck my dick!’ and turn him off, but he had to learn to suck!

That was all it took! All of his instincts took over and he sucked hard, while continuing to pump the easily moving cockskin.

The effort he exerted was monumental, raising me quickly, almost effortlessly, to euphoric levels. I rose up onto the balls of my feet, lifting him right along with me, as he sucked as hard as he could. His tongue experimented with movement, testing the contours and firmness the flared flanges of my cockhead. My breathing shortened and I instinctively humped my hips upwards, trying to shove more cock into him. I was loving it! And everything he was doing to me reminded me, powerfully, of the first time I myself had sucked a cock.

Suddenly, his free hand cupped my balls! He tugged gently, tickling the crinkly skin. That did it!

‘I’m gonna explode,’ I grunted, warning him if he wasn’t up to handling man’s load yet. ‘Can you take a full load?’ I whispered excitedly.

His response was to raise the level of his effort.

Immediately, it became impossible NOT to come. My guts churned, my muscles tensed, my cock stiffened in extreme hardness, and I spurted a giant, sizzling, wad of cum into him, filling his mouth. I felt the juice swirl in his mouth, as he tasted and tested it, and then he swallowed it as a second wad spurted into his mouth with even more force. He gurgled but did not choke. He swallowed the second jet of cum and sucked for more, and more, and more, and more. Finally, when I had pumped my full load into him and he was sucking for the residue, I put a hand on his forehead and sighed, ‘Enough!’ He understood and slowly released me. It had been a memorable experience. For both of us!

I leaned back as he straightened up, wiping his chin with the back of his fist. He looked exhilarated!

‘That was fantastic, man!’ he said excitedly, ‘a million times better than just jacking some guy off. And look, I’m ready to pop, myself!’ His cock looked spectacular: shiny with oozing juices; rigidly erect in the final stages of arousal; and ready to blast! He looked at me with a longing hope that I’d help him out. I wondered how many of the guys he’d jacked off had failed to reciprocate, because his expression implied he almost expected me to be one of them.

‘What a beauty!’ I sighed.

He beamed.

‘I wanna suck it, man,’ I told him boldly.

‘Yeah!’ he agreed, huskily. ‘I want you to suck it!’ he confirmed.

I leaned down and put my lips to the hot cockhead, letting him eagerly hump the cock up into my face with an enthusiasm I’ve always appreciated. I opened to him and began sucking with expert skill, luxuriating in the feel of a truly great cock being fucked into my mouth. This was a great cock! It deserved all the pleasure I could reward it with. I sucked! Getting it into my throat. I sucked! Getting it way down my throat. I sucked! Getting it all in! Every millimeter of it! I was sucking cock! Sucking cock! Really sucking cock!

‘Oh! Geez!’ Chad moaned, ‘You’re suckin’ my cock! Oh, man! You’re suckin’ cock! I never knew it could feel so good! You’re suckin’ my cock! Yeah! Suck my cock! Suck my cock!’ He humped rhythmically with his comments, thrusting cock at me each time he said, ‘suck.’ Over and over and over. I loved it!

But it couldn’t last. As my hands roamed his firm, supple body, tickling, tugging, pinching and patting, I felt him stiffen. Gooseflesh covered him from head to toe. He rose up onto the balls of his feet, as I had done, and I knew he was being lifted to orgasm. I slipped up the thick shaft of his cock, captured the hot stone-hard cockhead in my mouth, swirled my tongue around it, and was rewarded with the initial spurt of a hearty, boyish, rich, delicious jism! I swallowed and the second spurt completely filled my mouth! The third, fourth, and fifth spurts were as voluminous. I was ecstatic! It occurred to me that this guy was a really heavy cummer. A real fountain of hot, fresh cum! I sucked and sucked, finally deep throating the large organ and holding it in until he lurched back, completely spent, and withdrew.

‘Oh! Man! I had always hoped it would be this spectacular, but I am amazed it’s even better than I’d dreamed!’

We looked at each other with that post-orgasmic blissfulness that makes for lifelong intimacy. Forgotten were the cares and concerns of only a few minutes before. We were now on equal footing, knowing each truly enjoyed the other.

‘You’re still hard,’ Chad observed.

‘I always get hard when I suck a great cock, man,’ I admitted.

‘God, you suck so good! You gotta teach me how to do it like you do it. How to really suck cock!’

‘Well, we’ve got the whole week-end to practice,’ I ventured. I waggled my cock at him. ‘You can begin right away, if you’d like!’

He went down on me before the words had left my mouth.

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‘Tell me about those coins, Jack,’ Chad insisted.

We were lying on my bed together. It was evening now. During the day, we had tried to leave each other alone, but kept stripping one another naked and sucking each other off. His enthusiasm for sex and his carefree attitude matched mine perfectly, making our erotic adventure exceptionally satisfying. He learned quickly and loved taking directions.

We’d gone out to dinner but came right back afterwards, feeling an intense longing for each other. We’d stripped to the buff, but Chad wanted to know about the coins. Or more precisely, about the activities the coins represented.

‘There’s this beat-up looking building near a popular bar. I followed a humpy looking dude into it, early one evening, and discovered that it was a male-only place that sold erotica. I was looking at some hot magazines when the guy I’d followed asked the clerk for some coins and then went through some curtains in the back of the room. I bought two dollars worth of the coins, myself, and, with some hesitation, went into the back, too.

‘It was dark. Several figures moved along narrow passageways, which contained many small doors. I opened a nearby door and went in. It was a tiny cubicle with a dim, red light on the wall. The light illuminated a slot for putting coins in, so I dropped one in. Immediately, a film started cranking away, rather noisily, no sound or music, mind you, just the noise of the machine…’

‘What film was playing?’ Chad wanted to know. He sounded breathless with interest.

‘I saw two naked guys, about our ages, making out,’ I told him.

‘Wow!’ he sighed.

‘Yeah, but what I saw in the light produced by the film was that there was a hole cut into each of the side walls. The holes were big! Not just normal four-inch glory holes, but six- or eight-inch holes! Real big ones.’

‘Geez!’ he said quietly.

‘Yeah, and there was a face staring in at me from one of the holes. Or more precisely, staring in at my crotch. It gave me a jolt. But wild with curiosity I looked through the other hole and saw the khaki pants of the guy I had been following. As I watched, squatting down to get a good look at him, he started running his fist up and down the fly of his trousers. I was able to glance up and see that he was watching a film, too, which…’

‘What kind of film,’ Chad asked, interrupting, wanting to know.

I smiled. ‘I was about to tell you that it was a shot of a man about your age, completely naked, jacking off for the camera. It looked like he was ready to shoot off.’

‘Wow!’ Chad sighed.

‘As I watched, the guy slowly unzipped his pants. Then he opened them and, to my surprise, let them drop to the floor. His erection was dimly lit but obvious, because he wore no underclothing.’

‘Oh! Geez!’ Chad repeated.

‘Just as he grabbed his cock and began stroking it, his machine flickered out. A moment later, mine went out, too. I thought he’d put in another coin, right away, but he didn’t. It was so dark, I could barely make out his figure, but, suddenly, I felt his hot cockhead brush against my cheek as he thrust the hard weapon in at me. He wanted it sucked!’

‘Oh! Man!’ Chad was listening eagerly, his eyes with excitement.

‘In the background, I could hear guys shuffling around, whispers, machines coming on or shutting off, and something else, too. Something really sexy.’

‘What?’ Chad wanted to know.

‘I could hear the unmistakable sounds of cocksucking!’

‘Holy shit!’

‘Yeah! From all around me! It really excited me. Immediately, I guided the cock to my mouth and discovered that it was much larger than I had thought it would be. Instantly, the guy got stony hard, and I sucked with great enthusiasm. After a few moments, the guy whispers, ‘Man, you can really suck cock!’ and I hummed my thanks through his big tube. ‘No, I mean it,’ he said excitedly, and much louder, ‘you really suck a mean dick, man! You’ve got it down, all the way, down to my balls, man. And you’re really sucking cock!’ He was getting much louder the more excited he became. He was humping hard against the wooden partition, making thumping and creaking noises that were unmistakable, fairly shouting by now, and really humping cock at me.’

‘What did you do?!’ Chad wanted to know.

‘Hell, man, I just kept on suckin’ his cock as best I could. He was doing all the work. I was loving it! But it made me nervous that he was talking about it so loudly. Then he grunted noisily, shouted out, ‘Here, take it! Take my load, man!’ and started shooting off in my mouth. I thought he would quite down, but he grunted with each spurt of juice, and called out, ‘Yeah, eat my dick!’ ‘Man, drink down my load!’ and ‘Take all this jism, man!’ I remember it clearly, as if it happened yesterday. I sort of wanted him to be quiet, but I liked the dirty talk and loved taking his load!’

‘Wow!’ Chad sighed, again.

‘Yeah, it was great!’

‘I wish I’d been there,’ he affirmed. His erection was rampant. So was mine. But then he asked, ‘What happened next?’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked innocently.

‘Well, did he blow you, too?’

‘No. He left the booth after leaning down and whispering that he hoped he’d meet up with me again, soon. At the sound of his door opening, a throat was cleared in the other cubicle, and I looked around, my eyes now adjusted to the dim, red lighting, and I saw another erection standing through the other glory hole!’

‘No!’ Chad said excitedly.

‘Yes! Another whopper! Well, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t suck cock, not after all the noise the first guy made, so with a sigh to the inevitable, but an enthusiasm that comes from loving cock, I leaned over and sucked in the second one. After just a few moments, this guy begins to get verbal, too. But he says loudly, ‘Oh, he IS good! He CAN suck cock!’ Not ‘Oh, you are good! You can suck cock!’ No. He wasn’t talking to me, he was telling the other guys in the place that I was as good at sucking cock as the first guy had promised!’

‘Oh!’ Chad called out.

‘Yeah, when he came, he thanked me and left, and sure enough, another cock was already standing tall in the other glory hole!’

‘Geez! This is great!’ Chad enthused, playing with himself.

‘Well, sure. But I gotta tell ya, after a solid two hours in that place, I got a little wore out.’

Chad sucked in his breath at my admission, pondering the idea of a two-hour session with hot cocks.

‘Yeah, I was squatting and then kneeling. It wasn’t like the library toilet back in college, for example, where I could comfortably sit on a commode while one cock after another came in at me during lunch time till I’d had my fill and had to go to my next class. No, it was more like a sexual marathon and a lot of real work.’

‘Umm, some work,’ Chad whispered, more to himself than to me.

‘Well, I’m not complaining. It was an exceptionally exciting time. When I finally was able to leave the booth, the clerk I’d purchased the coins from motioned me to come over to him. He showed me a bathroom, and said, ‘Here, you can clean up in here, you’re all disheveled.’ I looked in the mirror and saw why he said that. My hair was all tousled and it looked like cum had caked on my chin.’ I laughed.

‘As I washed up, the clerk stood there telling me that he had been one of the visitors to my booth, too. ‘Surprisingly, we really don’t get too many first class cocksuckers in here,’ he told me, and he wanted to know when I would be back. As I looked him over, wondering which cock had been his, admiring his lithe form, and realizing that he was sexier than I had at first noticed, he began to preen and pose, then rub his crotch. Finally, he simply hauled out a huge erection and waved it at me. ‘Do me, again, before you leave,’ he pleaded.

‘Going down on him without a wall between us was extremely erotic for me. With his pants at his ankles and his tee shirt pulled up, he was as good as naked. I was able to make the encounter last a long while, really raising both of us to exceptional heights of pleasure.’

‘Did you come, too?’ Chad asked softly.

‘Oh, didn’t I tell you! Three times that evening, guys asked me if I was ready to pop, and each gave me great head.’

‘But with the clerk?’

‘Truthfully, with him, I was having such a good time, really enjoying myself, that when he came, I came, too, jacking off to an extremely satisfying ejaculation as I drank down his cum.’

‘Yeah,’ Chad agreed, writhing in ecstasy on the bed next to me, ‘I love jacking off, too. And sucking cock and jacking off as it explodes into you must be great.’

‘Wanna see?’ I asked softly.

‘You mean…’ He stopped talking when I waggled my erection at him. He went down on me like a man hypnotized.

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‘Did you get back to that place, Jack?’ Chad asked me the next morning.

‘Those coins were the first and last I ever bought. I only used the one coin. The rest are all here.’

‘Oh, so you didn’t get to go back.’

We were sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen, wrapped only in small towels after showering together.

‘No. I went back, all right. In fact, I became a ‘regular.’ And it surprised me how many of the men there were regulars, too, following very set routines. For almost a full year, I was there every evening between seven and nine, and, mainly, made it with the same guys, over and over, at almost the same time of day and day of the week. Some came every day. Some every other day. Some twice a week. But all of them came routinely.’

‘That’s amazing!’ Chad interjected.

‘Yeah. It was wonderful. I hated to leave. Nowadays, I can just lie back on my bed, think of all those great cocks, and jack off to orgasm just thinking about them. Remembering!’

‘Man, that’s terrific. I envy you. But tell me, Jack, what was it that you said last night about your college? Something about the library? Where did you go to school?’ He didn’t miss a trick.

‘Umm, remembering about that gives me a hardon, too,’ I admitted, leaning back and flashing my erection at him, again.

As he went down on me, I knew my alma mater would be getting a popular new student in the fall.

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The coins are still in my shaving kit. No one else has seen them there. Yet. But there’s always hope.

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The last light on the street corner went out without a flicker and silence cut threw the blue night . Zeak was shivering having been in the cold rain for the better half of the night, he hated it here he said to himself then kicked the curve of the sidewalk. Regretting he had kicked the curve in the first place cussing at nothing but the air in front of him. Looking around and only seeing streets upon streets, he had walked absent minded out of the front door of his house hours before,you would think he would have the sense to stay indoors he wasn’t a kid anymore. He started to laugh as shivers ran up and down his spine and made his fingers more numb than they where before. Zeak started to walk to the only house on the end of the road, he cleared his head and finally reached the porch that was dark as its surroundings , he could hardly see the front door of the house. Turning around and looking out again the streets were still engulfed in the coat of the night. Facing the front door again inhaling than ringing the door bell, he knew he had to walk back in the pouring rain he thought to himself than frowned a bit as his body slowly begin to shiver once more the cold wind reaching his very bones turning his back to the door. He squinted to get a better look at the streets signs. What he did not know is why he ended here of all places. A light flickered on I spun around right when the front door opened and there stood a guy a few inches taller than I remember. A look of confusion flickered across his face as if wondering why anyone would come to someones door at this hour and in this weather looking at me with disbelief’ Can I help you?’ he asked with a slow, ragged voice.Before I said anything he opened the door wider ‘ Honey who’s there at the door’ a womens voice ranged from the top of the stairs. Her chestnut brown hair came down in waves, it had grown out and it was wild with a hint character that showed in her oval olive like face . I relaxed as I met her eyes ‘ Alexander’ she said as she walked up next to her son. She looked at him ‘ I left the cookies in the oven, be a dear take them out and set them on the table to cool’ She said with a half smile that was warm to the touch if I dared to reach out and do so it was like that once upon a time when she was like another mother to me as of Alexander a brother . Alexander give me one last glance than at his mom disappeared into the dim lit hallway that led to the kitchen. ‘ Zeakelle’ my eyes slowly met hers no longer on her son ‘ What are you doing here, by here I mean in London love’ she said with a gentle smile.’ Come in, come in’ she pulled me in without another word I could smell the dust and decay as soon as I walked threw the threshold. She turned and walked down the hallway and I followed without saying a word. I peered threw the living room that also was connected to the hallway the furniture covered in sheets that seem yellow under the light. We stopped at the kitchen that was dim and Alexander was looking down at the steaming plate of cookies not looking up when we entered .’Alexander I think Zeakelle would love some cookies don’t you think honey’she said putting a hand on his shoulder he flinched away than glared at me ‘ Am going to sleep’ he said with the same voice that did not register with my memory. Minutes later I heard a slam of the door with a loud thud. I wanted to push pass the old women and hold Alexander the sudden urge came over me to do so shocked me . Something was wrong, very wrong Alexander’s mother turned around and smiled not so warmly ‘ Come with me ‘ she walked pass me and I felt myself following once more back to the front door. ‘ You should come back tomorrow’ opening the front door. I found myself outside once again the door shut and the smell of decay was cut at its seams I looked at the door than left. A week than two weeks passed and no one was home. One more week and school was going to start up again. It’s been 3 years since I last saw Alexander. We went to school together when my father got transferred to England due to his job when my father died both me and my mom moved back to New York. My mom was in love with England, and she knew I had too without me having to tell her. Me and Alexander hung out a lot and did everything together I knew it was weird now, when I thought about it. To make it simple both Alexander and me where the best of friends like brothers if it made sense . Things had changed and Alexander was proof. Zeak walked the halls of his new school not trying to look for familiar faces or even Alexander .The one thing I had not expected when I came back was Alexander’s coldness towards me, I closed the front door of my house I never stayed indoors what was the point my mother was never home when I was she was out taking pictures of London. Zeak’s mother was a photographer and he loved her pictures along with his mother but at times she got lost in her fantasy word and forgot she had a son . He made it threw the first few weeks with no fault and no mother he might add. Zeak rung the door bell for what seemed like a hundredth time, he was back at Alexander’s house he did not know why he came back over and over again but here was better than an empty apartment. No answer there must be a way in the house Zeak looked around stepping off the porch walking around the side of the house. ‘ What are you doing here’ I let my eyes fall on his stopping short , his hazel eyes had gold flecks in them those very flecks I always wondered came from seemed a lighter, and softer gold. We stood the same height I took a good look at Alexander he had changed the last time I had seen him . He was built like a runner but I knew he only ran for the fun of it his chestnut brown hair fell over his eyes but did not manage to hide them completely I felt I could get lost in his eyes . I dropped my bag and took several steps before I held him breathing him in and feeling the warmth of his body. Suddenly I fell back my hand flying to my jaw Alexander was standing over me ready to hit me again. ‘ Leave before I really hurt you’ I looked at him hearing his accent than but was too use to, to have noticed before . I lounged for him both of us falling back hitting the ground he landed another punch square in the face I rolled on top of him and punched him in the face than he pushed me off of him I spit out blood onto the dying grass. Anger boiling in my veins I didn’t want this’ I don’t want this ‘ I yelled both of us a foot apart.’Stop this both of you, I thought I’d never see you two fight you to being the best of friends’ Alexander mother stood several feet away ‘ You too come in, and clean one another this instant’. Both of us where in a small bathroom. I sat on the edge of the old, cracked, and rusting bath tub as Alexander took of his blood soaked shirt we where inches apart the bathroom no bigger than a coat closet. I felt a ping of guilt it was my fault I had been in the wrong guys don’t randomly hug one another the way Zeak had with Alexander besides Alexander didn’t seem like he wanted to do with Zeak . ‘ Alex…’Alex..am sorry I should have never……… ‘I trailed off losing my footing in my words I knew Alexander hated me he wouldn’t even talk to me . I looked at the striped yellow pealing bathroom wall and than at the wooden floor that was also pealing. He looked at me than crouched down close to me face to face the distance made me uncomfortable enough to want to leave ‘ I shouldn’t have hit you, but you did hug me ‘ He said somewhat awkwardly ‘..I wouldn’t mind if I knew you ‘ He said with a tried voice I could read his facial expression from his voice alone. Than he turned to me ‘ It’s Alexander…by the way’ he laughed a little smiling as he . His mother than explained to me that Alexander had been in a car accident over a two years ago. Alexander had lost all of his memory and didn’t remember anything he just took whatever he was told along with the fact that his name was Alexander and she was his mother. I sat in his dusty sheet covered room after school everyday after school it became routine as months passed. School ended and I made the same route to Alexander’s house and when I rung the door Alexander opened it on the first ring. His face would be somewhat lifeless with a half smile I would follow him upstairs closing the door behind me. I closed his door and started to get undress as Alexander got out his canvas and paint brushes. Alexander has been painting me for a few days now I had rejected at first but I somehow ended up here everyday after school. I could feel the heat of his eyes on me I hated the feeling he gave me especially when my eyes met his I tried to count the flecks of gold and I would blush when they changed color when he painted me a gold that was unlike the sun and unlike the gold they were like before . ‘Open your legs wider Zeak’ he says with his familiar voice I lay on my back opening my legs ‘ Look at me ‘ he orders me I could feel my patience thinning as time passed I hated when he would paint me naked I would constantly fight him on it and than his eyes would make me melt and give in .Today I had enough if Alexander hated me he had a cruel way of showing it by heart ached as he would paint and never say my name not ever. We never talked not once after we were done painting he would sit and say nothing than I would leave. I layed up and started to get dress’ Zeak lay down ‘I ignored him than went for the door Alexander’s arm held the door shut ‘Whats wrong ‘ I looked away ‘ Nothing’I snapped. His touched my cheek and looked at me I could smell him he smelled of fresh paint, the rain and feel his warm breath brushing against my lips making me blush. ‘ Your beautiful when you blush’I was surprised than moved his hand. I couldn’t help myself I was in love with Alexander and have been but I wasn’t a fucking toy. I loved how his hand had felt against my skin I wanted to be touched . He didn’t touch me again going back to sitting behind his canvas. I started to undress and layed back down my legs wide open I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling . I felt tears run down my face I felt a hand brush the tear away than a wave of chestnut brown hair and hazel green eyes over me. I frowned confused than his soft lips met mines,I closed my eyes than put my hands on his chest pushing him off with little to no success. The kiss deepened and I found myself laying up and taking off his shirt we wear bear within seconds. His lips traveled down my neck to my hard nipples, I grabbed his hair as he continued to descended down my slim body. He reached my cock and tasted the head with his tongue tracing it with his tip than taking me whole. My whole body shivering as he swallowed me and sucked me slower than started to squeeze me with his lips and tongue . His strong hands grabbed my ass and he shoved me in him. My moans ripped threw my body and his as orgasm shook my body Alexander touch drove me insane his skin against my skin burned. I started to slowly make love to Alexander’s face his tongue moist and soft moving my hips grinding his face. He took my balls in and started to massage them in his warm mouth I tugged at his hair as my body went wild. I could feel my hole throb as heat met it for the first time his cock head rubbed up and down my tight hole. He pulled my cock out of his mouth as he went down to my hole and started to taste me. Wait what was he doing I knew as soon as his tongue slithered inside me I couldn’t catch my breathe as he explored me going deeper, and deeper. I was up to the point of ripping his hair out my legs as wide as their going to go one up against the wall. ‘Alexander’ I said over and over louder as he stuck a finger inside me. Than he went back up sucking my balls feeling the heat of his head inside opening my hole. Than going deeper pain ripped threw my body. As Alexander inches his way farther, I could feel the plump head of his cock pressing against my sweet spot, this feeling was new and unfamiliar but purely pleasurable. I couldn’t help but indulge in Alexander . I could feel every detail of Alex, the length of his shaft to the thickness of his head as he rammed over and over again.

I sat up in the dark room and looked around alone I thought as I got dressed and left the room going down the stairs. The whole house was dark the only light came from the open front door . I reached the end of the stairs and grabbed the door knob and opened the door wider. ‘What are you doing dear’ said a voice I turned around to see Alexander’s mother on the foot of the stairs looking the same way she had a couple months back . I let my eyes fall on the carpet floor that also was dirty just like the rest of the home I had enough of this place . I couldn’t look into her eyes after what Alexander and I did I knew I couldn’t come back it was a mistake everything coming back to London to begin with . I felt a lump in my throat and it became hard to swallow how could I even with my dry mouth. I wanted Alexander to remember me so much I gave in to it, I never thought about having sex with Alexander not ever but kissing him and having him hold him innocent thoughts of someone with a mere crush on his friend. He denied even to himself , even after this ,even after telling himself that he loved Alexander so much it hurt. It hurt that he acted so cruelly towards him and even when they were always together before all of this when Alexander told him that they would always be together always and look into his eyes whenever he said that. Zeak would believe every time he told him that pushing it aside that two people of the same gender could not be together. Zeak had know this feeling wasn’t right and he wanted try to be normal like girls and than Alexander would turn around out of nowhere. Whenever they walked home together that year and speak those soft words to him those words that became sketched into his mind deeper and deeper into the point where every single word was part of Zeak’s memory fresh still fresh even as he stands here now ‘Mom’ I looked up as Alexander came down the stairs and looked at his mom ‘ Honey, did you know that Zeakelle is here’ she said with such a sweet voice it made my stomach churn and my teeth ache. ‘Zeak…’ he said slowly than looked at me with his now cold hazel eyes and I felt that my heart was being ripped out I was dreaming, Alexander looked at me as if we were meeting for the first time. My feet moved without me knowing, up the stairs one step away from Alexander and I punched him, so hard he fell down and passed out after looking at me. His mothers hysterical screams fading as I ran down the stairs and out of the house. Two months passed and Alexander’s mom phoned my house the usual messages Alexander’s out of the hospital now and he’s made some improvement she decided he needed more medical attention he started to remember things from the car crash from more than two years ago . I didn’t believe her or her son that acted if he suffered from memory lost when I knew damn well he could retain his memory just fine and lost only the memory previously from the crash. I had walked home from school and passed by a phone booth with a phone book on the top, I ripped the page where it listed my home phone number. I had no clue why I had I was sick and tried of her calling me telling me to see him. She can go to hell and Alexander he always was toying with me , my mom came back a day after the whole thing with Alexander. I skipped school and hadn’t moved from the coffee table where I had sat the night before looking at nothing. The front door open the usual am home made the house not as quiet as it was before. She walked in and I looked at my mother she looked just like me, more of me like her. Her black hair came down in waves and her skin was a very light brown a mole on side of her eye and a little ways below she was beautiful . I was not like her in figure I wasn’t as skinny, and I didn’t have the same skin tone as her.

I had a sudden urge to tell her , tell her everything that I was gay, I thought it threw last night and like Alexander I wanted it to be a huge dream. I stood up if only she knew that she had a son that was hopelessly was in love with a guy. Alexander the one I failed to tell her about I told her welcome home and walked into my room shutting the door with a slam. One day I come from school and my mom was gone the same note be back in a few days. I look around at our small 2 bedroom apartment and decided I rather be anywhere else but here grabbing my jacket the phone rang . I let the answering machine pick up Alexander’s mother’s voiced filled the small kitchen ‘ Zeak it’s Alexander’s mother Alexanders been asking for you all week..

I didn’t hear anymore , ripping out the cord in wall than going out the door. I found the hospital that Alexander was in easier than I had thought it would be. He was in room 208 the nurse said with a gentle but cold smile as I thanked her and walked down the hallway going up two floors the doors of the elevator opened to another hallway walking to the left of me as the nurse instructed and found the room jarred open. I walked in the only one in the room was Alexander laying on the bed his hair had been combed and looked odd seeing both of his eyes. When he turned and looked at me than smiled I wanted to hold him that warm feeling washed over him god I loved him it did not matter what happen not anymore . I would always, always love him, I sat next to him and met his eyes as his followed my every move. ‘Hey’ I said softly than folded my arms to stop my self from touching him ‘Alexander I missed you’ he said with a frown ‘ Why didn’t you come see me’ he than said I looked into his eyes sad and hurt. Where those eyes just like mines hurt and sad. ‘Am sorry’ I said than unfolded my arms leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. I closed my eyes and time stood still ‘I love you’ I breathed as I traveled to his lips.I didn’t think when those very words escaped my lips just what I felt what I wanted to tell Alexander for forever. I turned to the sound of a broken glass Alexanders mom mouth was slightly opened and her hand that held the glass of water was now moving slowly to he mouth. ‘Am so sorry ..’She shook her head as she repeated it than bent down to pick up the broken glass. She stood up ‘Am going to see if someone can clean this up’she said than left. I looked back at Alexander awkwardly smiling ‘I love you too Zeak’he said than laid his palm up I held it and he squeezed it .

I visited him everyday it was routine dare I say it he was getting better, I felt good to talk to Alexander like we use to but know it felt like everything was right. I had fallen asleep next to his bed and was woken with a kiss. Opening my eyes I saw the same chestnut brow hair and hazel eyes that made my heart melt every time I looked into them. Returning his kiss ever so softly than wrapped my arms around his neck. Alex last day was today and it seemed as everything was looking up my mom had stayed home longer than usual and Alexander’s mom had decided to move out of the old house into a apartment so Alexander’s can recover more quickly. Alexander was going to start up school again after they were done moving everything.

We moved the last box into Alexander’s new room , he had little to unpack and I was helping out also. We just had to fix up his shelf of books and we were finished Alexander’s mom went down to the country side to see Alexander’s father and discuss somethings with him and I was in charge of keeping an eye on him he had managed by himself but after school I would go straight to see him.I knocked on the front door of the apartment and Alexander opened the door within seconds smiling than took a step back to let me in . The apartment was big the living room bigger than my own the window curtains drawn back to let light in making the living room alive and inviting. The smell of flowers, new paint, and summer filled the air around me I took in the place that was not like the house Alexander and his mom were living in before it wasn’t the home that was decaying like Alexander and his mother and they could not do anything about it .I left the living room and went inside of Alexander’s room and looked around on his bed he still had a pile of things I moved them to his closet arranging them the best I could.Books on the shelves and his unused canvas in the back of his closet. I walked back over to his bed feeling arms wrap around my stomach. Looking up I laughed as Alexander’s nose touched mines he laughed as I rubbed the tip of his nose with mines and smiled ‘Let go of me Alex’ I said trying to get away’ I like holding you like this Zeak’He said with a smile and held me tighter against him. I felt my legs buckle underneath me ‘Don’t worry I got you Zeak’ still looking at him we paused than both bursted out laughing. I turned to face him a akward silence cut between the both of us I moved away Alexander pulled me closer I looked away than felt his lips graze my neck I shuddered and froze. ‘Zeak’ I whispered than tried to push him away feeling my face burn up.He lifted my chin and I met his eyes reluctantly than his lips met mines ever so lightly my eyes wide open in shock, I felt my body giving in when my eyes slowly closed and held him closer. I felt his hands on the middle of my back I didn’t want Alexander It was just right his body against mines. His hands went up my shirt and I did the same we grinded each others bodies. I let out a soft moan as I felt him grow against me he picked me up and he covered my body with his kisses. Putting me up against the wall as he continued to kiss my neck. We started to undress our heavy breathing filling the air.

To be continued.

It was early Thurs evening less than an hour before John’s guests were supposed to arrive. I was starting to worry wondering what the hell had I gotten myself into. I could have ignored that first email maybe I should have but the guy was hot and all I could think about was what it would be like to let him dominate me in some way plus if I ignored it and John found out he would kick my ass. I sent him the accounting of the first scenario he designed he loved it and fired back yet another situation. I should be forced to show my hairless body (with my 12′ long 5′ thick dick shaped vibrator my nipple clamps which are connected to each other by a length of chain and a vibrating cock ring ) to as many straight men as possible and perform doing whatever they want me to do for them. Along with all that there would be more ‘toys’ and John was going to pick them out plus he was going to use something that he read in a story and always wanted to try. There is about thirty or so minutes before John gets here with his friends he gathered up 12 guys from the gym and his work 12 straight guys I was terrified I worked over an hour away from home I did everything I could to keep this part of my life secret from people in my area none of my friends knew and the couple that knew I did things with guys had no idea that I was a pussy boi faggot slave. However none of the straight guys I knew, knew about it and I knew these guys all of them. I saw the cars pulling in from the upstairs window. I had the dildo in and the nipple clamps and cock ring on my body was freshly waxed and I was oiled. I heard them come in and heard John climbing the stairs my stomach felt like it hand sunk. John walked in gave me a rare kiss as he turned on the cock ring and vibrator. He looked at me and said alright bitch get downstairs and don’t let me down. He headed back down and I followed shortly behind him. All the guys were sitting around talking until I walked into the room when I walked in it went dead silent and everyone was staring at me. Brooks was the first one to speak ‘Jason dude what the fuck are you doing?’ I stood there stammering trying to find something to say wishing that I would just wake up that I wasn’t standing there naked hairless and oiled wearing those toys. John finally said to answer him and stand at attention and speak up. ‘I am John’s slave, at the request of a fan of John’s mastery over me requested that I be forced to show my hairless body to as many straight men as possible so he is presenting my naked hairless pussy boi body to you tonight for your entertainment. At that point Brooks jumps up and says cool grabs the chain between my nipple clamps and pulls me out the front door turns on the porch light and says stroke. ‘What?’ Jerk off your faggot dick now. Here is something to help you out he strips off his shirt showing off his powerful pecs and ripped abs. I do this for about 10 minutes and get brought back inside hard and dripping precum. My hands are tied behind my back and the guys take turns using a vacuum cleaner hose on my dick and slamming my asshole with the vibrator this goes on for almost 45 min then they undo my hands and tie them to the overhead rafter so that I am dangling and my toes barely touch the floor. This is the point when Nick and Jim start to use my taught body as a punching bag. They do this for a good half an hour. An evil thought had occurred to John he leaves me hanging there and feeds me a Viagra he then goes downstairs to the garage He took the seat with its short pole attachment off my bicycle and clamped it securely into a Christmas tree stand, which was screwed down to a plywood base for stability. Into the plywood base were also four heavy screw eyes. Then for what he considered the good part. He found the short-handled hoe my mother used for gardening. It had a shaped wooden handle about 12′ long and 1-1/2′ thick and a typical hoe blade. Taking the seat cover and pad off the bicycle seat he fixed the hoe blade down to the metal seat with fiber tape so that the handle pointed straight up. Then he cut an X in the seat cover and forced it down over the handle and snapped it back on. The top of the bicycle seat was about 8′ off the floor. The handle rose straight up from the center of the wide part of the seat – just where my ass hole would be.

Next he grabbed a can of Crisco. He came to the room with his equipment, where he described what he was going to do to me in detail.

I protested, but John could see that the I was good and hard from his dose of Viagra and just thinking about it. He pointed this out to me and laughed. John had me kneel on the board and tied my ankles securely to two of the eye bolts. Then he tied my hands behind my back and forced me to bend forward. John pulled out the vibrator greased up my ass, packing it with the grease, and then slathered Crisco on the hoe handle. He then ordered me to lower myself on to the bicycle seat. John laughed as he watched me whimpering as I forced the rigid tool deeper and deeper into my ass. Finally it was in all the way. Then John tied my wrists to the other 2 bolt eyes behind me, forcing me to arch my back sharply. This also had the stick pushing hard on my prostate, which John didn’t seem know, or didn’t care about the fact but I sure did! I tried to ease the pressure, I tried to rise up on the handle, but the way I was tied would only let me raise my hips a couple inches. The position was impossible to hold and I slid back down hard. And felt the pressure again on my prostate, It made me groan and cry out loudly. John thought the scene looked hot: me nude, bound and stretched, my ass impaled on 12′ of hard wood, back arched with my chest and abdominal muscles in high relief, and my throbbing boner jutting out from my writhing hips dripping precum. Each of the 12 had a whip, belt, or ruler that each took turns using on my stretched, helpless exposed body they spent the next two hours or more periodically whipping my chest, abs, legs, dick and balls with the belts and whips and smacking my pecs, abs, dick, balls and biceps with the rulers paying as I was concerned far to much attention on the head of my dick. No matter how bad the pain my dick wouldn’t go down. Somewhere between 10 and 10:30 John said it was break time the guys went out to the bare leaving me in the position I was in. At around midnight they came back and John came upstairs by himself fed me another Viagra and laughed about the pool of precum all over my crotch and the floor. I begged him to release me the pain in my back was unbearable he laughed and said they would be up in a little while. A little over a half an hour later they came up and to my horror 5 more people were with them 3 girls (2 I had dated) and 2 gay guys that we knew who didn’t know I was John’s slave. John and the other 12 guys came upstairs wearing only underwear or less. I was made to suck the dicks of the naked ones in front of all lookers and then as the 2 gay guys were allowed to explore my entire body touching licking and feeling. John made them kiss and lick my muscles, John made them lick and suck my nipples while they rubbed and stroked my biceps and ran their hands over my chest and abs John made them worship every single inch of my body with their mouth they kissed licked and sucked every part of my tight smooth body until they knew my body better than I did.

While this was going on I had to beg the straight guys to flex and pose for me so that a pathetic faggot like me could possibly cum. During the begging the 2 gay guys were told to stroke me very slowly after hours of this John released 1 of my hands and let me stroke my own dick. It didn’t take long for me to blast a massive load which caused my body to wrack with pleasure and extreme pain. My hand was retied to the eye screw a footstool and pillow were put under my head and shoulders and I was left in that position until 10 o’clock the next morning. When John released me I tried to stand and just collapsed I had to crawl around naked until I could regain the strength to stand and begin my day.

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This is a true story which happened to me.

Im 22 and mainly straight.

I was satying in a hotel after being at a conference with work, the hotel was small but boosted a swimming pool with jacuzzi and a sauna/steam room which came off the changing room. It was late at night when i decided to go for a swim and use the jacuzzi to relax after a long day. i had a swim and then chilled out in the jacuzzi. while in the jacuzzi i got pretty horny and hard and slipped my cock out the side of my shorts, just then a man walked into the pool area but i left my cock hanging out getting even more horny now this guy could possibly see me cock. Now im 22 and slim nice body ( working on the six pack ) with a nice 7 inch uncut cock. this guy was late twenties with an average body about six foot tall, as he walked to the changing rooms he looked my way and we exchanged a nod in hello, my cock was still out but the churning water hid it from him. About ten minutes later he emerged from the locker room in a pair of small speedo trunks and a towel. He looked my way again and we smiled, You could clearly see the outline of his balls and cock in the trunks, it didnt look a big package but as im straight i was only checking him out from a ego point of view rather then sexual ! . He dived in the pool and did some lenghs and i just relaxed in the jacuzzi cock soft again at this point. maybe twenty minutes had passed and i got out the jacuzzi and headed for the sauna feeling rather horny by this point. i stripped off my trunks and sat down naked on a bench, now i was horny at this point so was i hoping he would walk in while i was naked ?? anyway he didnt and i walked in to the sauna with a small towel around my cock. he sauna wasnt massive but had two tier benches all the way round aparrt from the gap for te door, i decided to get up on the second tier directly oppsite the door. i layed down on my front with the towel still wrapped round me. about ten minutes passed and i got hard again, my cock poked through the front of the towel and rested on the wooden slat of the bench, i was just thinking about starting to stroke my dick when the door went and in came the guy from the pool with a towel also round his bits. he walked in and we nodded again and he sat on the lower tier to the right of the door so he was down by my feet. i thought he might be able to see up my towel but i was so horny i didnt move i just layed there with a hard dick and horny at the possibiity that he might have a fall view up my towel, some time passed and still laying down i glanced over my shoulder at him only to find him looking at me to with his legs apart! i had a fall view of his cock and balls up his towel. i was right about his dick not being a big one but it was uncut and looked nice and his balls where smooth and resting on the wooden bench. i didnt really show him much interest when we met eyes, i just glanced a few times at him and his cock then turned round again and rested my head back down. actually i was getting horny now after seeing his dick and the prospect that i actually find this situation im in horny ! i decided to play the game a little so i moved my body a bit so my soft cock flopped through the opening in the towel and slipped between the slat in the bench ! i couldnt believe what i was doing, here i am a straight guy with my cock now floping between the slat so the guy could clearly see it ! i heard the guy move over closer to me but then it all went quiet, my cock still hanging down now semi hard and getting harder by the second i suddenly felt a finger tip lightly rubbing the very tip of my dick! i couldnt believe it ! the finger carried on rubbing the head of my cock and i was now rock hard, a full hand then wrapped itself round my dick and started to wank me off slowly, he was really good at this ! he also was fingering my balls which were still above the bench. i turned my head a little to see him stroking his now rock hard dick and smiling at me, i layed my head back down and just enjoyed the feeling. all of a sudden i felt lips round my cock and he was sucking me off under the bench i didnt think it could get any better untill he took my whole cock down his throat! it was the best feeling and much better then any girl iv been with ! he seemed to be very used to having cocks halfway down his throat ! it was an amazing feeling. he slid my towel off and i started to get abit nervous that he thought i was up for getting fucked ! to be honest im not really i dont think i like the idea but i went with it, he didnt wana fuck me but he started to rub my bum cheeks and rub inbetween my crack, reall nice feeling especially when he rubbed my hole ! my dick slipped out his mouth and he moved onto my arse, he started straight away licking my asshole really fast and sloppy it felt amazing! i lifted up my ass in the air a bit so he could get in deeper which was amazing !! he liked my ass for ages then moved back to my cock, i was really near to cumming and could feel a massive load coming on. he was back under the bench now working on my dick sucking it really hard and licking the head, he must of known i was close to coming as he started to wank me really quick and to my surprise i could feel my dick head slightly in his mouth ! i couldnt belive it he wants my load in his mouth ! my cock exploded with cum all down his throat and he took every drop in his mouth, he deepthroated me again and more cum dripped down his throat it was so good ! after i had cum he carried on licking and sucking my dick, after about 5 miutes had passed i flipped over to see him sitting there stroking his cock, i was now sitting in the top bench with my feet on the lower bench, the guy stood up and i thought he wanted me to suck his dick but instead he stood in front of me wanking off. i watched him wanking his cock and loved the way his balls jumped around as he did so, then he put his hand on my shoulder and started to cum ! his cum dripped into my lap and on to my cock, for a smallish cock his load was massive it was dripping ot for ages and when i looked down my cock was completly covered in his cum and it was starting to drip down on to my balls. he stood there for a while longer and i just stared at his softening cock, then he just left the sauna and went into the changing room and that was it ! i just sat there naked with a cock covered in another guys cum, i rubbed his cum up and down my cock and even tasted it !

Now after this experience i am still mainly straight but am now more open minded when it comes to guys cocks 😉

Mark.

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