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It was the end of a long school day and I couldn’t wait to get home so I could take a nap. I was sitting in the bleachers of the soccer field waiting for my best friend Brandon to finish up with soccer practice. He was the center field blocker, a good one at that. I had quit the soccer team back in middle school because I got kicked in the head too many times as a goalie which gave me bad migraines the day after. Brandon was also a very handsome athletic guy just around 6’2, 162 lbs., gorgeous brown hair, piercing icy blue eyes, very built, had the sexiest hairy legs, and had the best pair of sexy lips even a straight guy would want to kiss. Brandon and I had been friends ever since the second grade and I considered him like a brother to me. We told each other everything and hung out with one another almost every day. We were around each other so much that we shared everything; video games, movies, books, drinks, the flu, food, cd albums, and even when he came over to spend the night, the same bed. Around the age of 16, I started to grow fond of him and realized that I was different in a way, a way that I knew I didn’t exactly like something he liked; girls.

As soon as the coach called the boys in for a quick meeting, Brandon motioned me to the boy’s locker room where I went and waited. About 3 minutes later, all 28 guys from the team walked in, stripped out of everything and hopped into the hot steamy showers; just seeing all of their asses and dicks made me want to go crazy. I started to get a hard-on and began to rub it. I stopped instantly when Brandon came up to me with a cute smile on his face. “I’m just going to take a shower when I get home, let’s go.” I wonder what was wrong and why he didn’t wanna strip in the shower with the other guys. All I wanted to see was his penis, a goal that I’ve had since middle school.

We walked towards Lee Street, which was the street we both lived on; we’re neighbors. We mainly talked about 5th period Spanish class and about his soccer match coming up soon. As Brandon talked, I just stared at his nice pink juicy lips moving and agreed to everything he said. It was like I was in some sort of trance and couldn’t think about anything else. (DAYDREAM: “BRANDON!” I scream as he slips his 9 inch cock inside my horny tight ass. I begin to moan loudly and claw my fingers into his neck taking in as much as possible. The aroma of his hair was intoxicating and all I could think about was how much I didn’t want this to end. I lift myself off the bed and begin pounding my ass against his pubes which in fact tickled me. Brandon begins to passionately kiss my neck and…… END DAYDREAM)

Brandon searches his backpack as we walk up to my driveway. “SHIT, I left my key in my locker and I don’t want to walk all the way back.” I invited him to my house until his parents got home from work like he wasn’t going to do it in the first place.

Thirty minutes later, I am on the computer typing an essay and I hear the shower water come to a halt. I really thought about taking a peak into the bathroom door just to spy on my best friend, but I could never do it because like always, I was too chicken. Just seeing Brandon naked had been a fantasy of mine for quite some time, but I didn’t know how he would take it, let alone telling him that I was gay. I know he probably wouldn’t handle it well because his other friends are not all that “nice” when it comes to gay guys. I’ve seen a lot of bullying from those guys calling people fags, queers, and poop eaters but I never saw Brandon in the act so I really just didn’t know.

Just thinking about Brandon taking a shower in my bathroom was getting me super boned and for some reason, the urge made me want to jack off. I turned around to make sure Brandon wasn’t looking while I unbuttoned my pants but he was standing in the bathroom doorway getting out his clean clothes out of his bag with my favorite blue towel falling around his knees revealing, his nice round pale ass which was staring at me. He has a mole on his left ass cheek and his skin looked so soft like velvet. “I hope you’re not getting naked behind me because I’m about to turn around!” trying to sound as straight as possible. “I have a towel loser” he said a low smart tone. I turn around in the swivel chair and as I soon as I did, the towel falls to his feet which revels his cock right in my face.

My mind went on a field day as I licked my lips and started to moan. I stood up and tackled him to the ground in a playful manner and started to stroke his semi-hard cock. He tries to fight me off but I pretty much pin myself on top of him. “Why are you doing this?” He asked me in a frightful voice. “I told you not to change in front me, cause there’s something I forgot to tell you a long time ago. I’m gay” I whispered breathing heavily with a puzzled look on my face. He got furious and literally flipped me over with his strong arms. I could see his muscles ripping out of his arms after he tossed me over. As he stood up, I was shocked at what he did next……

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Brad and I have been best friends since our freshman year of high school. He and his dad moved into the house next door just before school started. We immediately became the best of friends.

With both of our dads being divorced, they also had things in common and became good friends.

The four of us often spent at least one day of the weekend together, either going to a ball game or other sporting event, going to movies, or out fishing.

By the end of our freshman year, our dads began going out together usually on Fridays to singles bars. Sometimes they wouldn’t return home until early Saturday morning. Brad and I joked with them about ‘getting some’ when they were out all night. They would turn red and ignore us.

Then during the summer after our junior year, Brad and I planned a week long camping trip. As we packed up for the trip, Brad said he had a surprise for me. I asked what it was and he said to wait and see.

It turned out that two days before our trip, Brad’s dad, John, had bought two cases of beer to put in the spare fridge in the garage. However he forgot it in the bed of the truck and Brad had found it. Using the truck to go to the store for our supplies, he stashed the beer in the garage of a vacant house around the corner.

When he got home his dad asked if he had seen the beer in the truck. Brad had said he didn’t see anything in the bed of the truck when he left for the store. His dad was pissed at himself for leaving it in the truck and figured it had been stolen before Brad used the truck.

We were using the truck for our camping trip and after we left the houses on Friday afternoon, we went around the corner and when Brad pulled into the drive I asked what was going on. He tole me the story.

“Fucking nice work,” I said.

We quickly loaded the two cases and hit the road, arriving at the campsite about five. we quickly set up camp, iced the beer down, collected fire wood, then ate dinner. After eating, we started a cozy fire and broke out the old beer.

When we climbed onto our sleeping bags, we were both slightly buzzed but not drunk. We slept soundly, awaking the next morning with a sight headache.

Saturday we did some hiking after breakfast then after lunch decided that since we were on private property that belonged to a friend of Brad’s dad and no one else was around, we’d go skinny dipping in the small lake. it was no big deal since we had seen each other nude many times in gym class at school.

We started on the beer as we swam, and after a few decided to get crazy and stay nude. Later we prepared sandwiches for dinner then had a few more beers next to the campfire. Brad kept pushing beers at me which I really didn’t want. So, when his back would be turned, I’d pour most of it out and pretend that I had drank it.

When we went to bed, I was buzzed but not drunk. Brad seemed to be more buzzed that I was. Soon, it appeared that he was sleeping soundly, but I lay awake listening to the calming night sounds.

A while later, Brad turned over facing me and said softly, “Mark, you asleep?”

Not wanting to get him to talking and us staying awake, I pretended to be asleep and didn’t answer. A moment later he repeated the question. Again, I remained silent.

He stirred and I felt his hand lay on my stomach. I wondered what he was up to. Seconds later, he moved his hand lower and I felt him grasp my cock. Somehow, I remained still as my cock began to stiffen.

From the light of the moon, I was barely able to watch him as he sat up and moved lower on his sleeping bag. Slowly, he leaned over and licked the tip of my cock.

I was shocked that Brad might be gay. He had never given any indication that he was.

Then as he held my cock, I saw his head lower again, this time swallowing my cock. I moaned slightly, still pretending to be asleep. He continued sucking my cock and soon brought me to a climax. It was all I could do not to react violently. As my climax ended, with my cock still in his mouth, I felt him swallow.

He slowly pulled off and lay back down. I moaned again softly turning over with my back to him.

Soon he was asleep as I lay there trying to comprehend what had just happened. It was my first experience with another male and I had totally enjoyed it. It didn’t matter to me that he was gay. He was still my friend.

The next morning we got up as if nothing had happened the night before. We started coffee and as we sat, still nude, and sipped our coffee, I looked at him casually and asked, “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“Brad, I wasn’t asleep. Did you enjoy sucking my cock?”

“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed. “You were still awake?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Mark, I’m sorry. I should have told you that I was gay but I was afraid it would end our friendship. I’ve wanted to do that for over a year now.”

“Our friendship is not based on whether you’re gay or not. It doesn’t matter to me. I just never dreamed that you were gay.”

“I have been since before I moved in next to you.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Yes, very much. I also like to kiss and make out and get fucked in the ass.”

“Shit, man, you take it up the ass?”

“Oh, yea.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It did the first few time to start, but by the time the guy climaxed, I was enjoying it.”

“Who fucked you?” I asked.

“It was the summer between our freshman and sophomore years of high school when I was a counselor at the summer camp. The other counselor that shared the cabin with me as gay also and we began having sex. He was a year older than me and sexy. He got me to start fucking him and after a while i wanted to see what it was like. I soon got to loving it.”

“Damn! Unbelievable. After all this time, I never dreamed you were gay.”

“Are you upset or mad at me for what I did? I was afraid that if I asked you to let me suck you, you might say no.”

“I’m not sure how I would have answered,” I said. But if you want to do it again, you’re welcome to. It felt great.”

“Really? You’ll let me?”

“Yea, I will.”

He came over to me and asked, “Now?”

“Sure,” I said as I spread my legs as I sat in the chair.

Brad was soon sucking me again but this time I could see it clearly and it was erotic to watch.

Brad sucked me twice more that day. Then the next morning when we woke up he began again. I decided to see what it was like and after he got me off, I went down on him. It was different, erotic, and exciting. He soon climaxed and after taking it all in my mouth, I looked at him and swallowed.

“What brought that on?”

“I just wanted to see what it was like.”

“What did you think?”

“Brad, I hate to admit it but I enjoyed it.”

The rest of the week Brad and I sucked each other frequently, even kissing and making out. Toward the end of the week he asked me to fuck him and I did. It was awesome, better that any of the cunt I had fucked. I then went all the way and asked him to fuck me. It did hurt like hell but I thoroughly enjoyed it.

All during our senior year, Brad and I sucked and fucked each other every chance we got. After graduation, we left for college and and became room mates. We would have sex daily in our dorm room. Eventually, we fund a coupe of other guys into male sex and would ‘study’ together in our room. I had also suspicion that one of my instructors was gay and began putting the make on him. I was right and was soon having sex with him in his office there on campus.

It was toward the end of our sophomore year that there was a severe storm and most of the own was without power. It was a Friday and classes had been suspended for a week. Brad and I decided to drive the five hours and go home and see our dads.

It was almost ten when we arrived home. We pulled into Brad’s driveway since we were in his car. Noticing all the lights out at his place and them on at mine, we thought his dad might be over with my dad.

As we cut across the yards, I noticed the blinds to the side living room window open. Looking at Brad, I said, “Let’s see if they are there and where they are sitting so can we scare the hell out of them.”

“You’re mean but I love the idea,” he replied.

We eased up t the side window and peered in. No one was there but the TV was on.

“Let’s see where they are at,” I said.

Making our way to the back of the house, we peeked into the windows. When we got to dad’s bedroom window and looked in, we were shocked at what we saw.

There in the bed were both of our dads totally naked and in a sixty-nine sucking each others cock.

We watched a moment before slipping back to the front of the house.

Looking at Brad, I asked “Did you have any idea your dad sucked cock?”

“Fuck no!” he exclaimed. “How about you?”

“Not a clue,” I said. “I can’t believe this.”

“Me either, but I think it’s hot. No way can they say anything about us being gay.”

Looking at Brad, I asked, “Shall we surprise them and walk in on them?”

“Fuck yea,” he said, then added, “Be wild if we stripped in the living room and walked in asking if we could join them.”

“I’m game if you are,” I said.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

We eased up to the front door and to our surprise it was unlocked. We eased in quietly and stripped totally nude then eased down the hall to my dad’s bedroom.

Slipping in, as we stood side by side, John noticed us standing there nude and boned. When he jumped, Dad looked our way.

Casually, I asked, “Can we join the party?”

“Mark, what are you doing here?”

“Well, it’s obvious you weren’t expecting us. The campus cosed for the week because of no power.”

“What are you to doing with no clothes on?” John asked.

“Hoping to do the same thing as you two,” Brad said and began walking toward the bed with me by his side.

“How long have you two been getting it on, if I may ask?” I said.

“Boys, we didn’t want you to find out and certainly not this way.”

“Hey,” I began, “it’s cool. We’re gay also, but when did you start?”

We sat on the bed with them and talked. It seemed that back during our junior year, they went out one Friday night and went to a bar not knowing it was a swingers bar. They said that they met a husband and wife that invited them home for sex. It turned out that the husband was bi and the wife loved watching him suck a guys cock while another fucked her. They said the wife talked them into sucking her husband and having a three way with him. After it was over, they said, they began experimenting more with each other and found it was very satisfying and have continued on a regular basis. then they asked about us. We told them the story about the camping trip.

“You little shit!” John exclaimed. “So that’s where my beer went.”

We finally looked our dads over and we both agreed that they were both hot. Suddenly, as if reading each others mind, we began sucking our own father. They half-heartedly tried to stop us but soon they were kissing madly as we sucked their big hard beautiful cock. Each dad climaxed and watched as we both swallowed.

They then sucked us, swallowing our loads.

Dad looked at me afterward and pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. John did the same to Brad.

Then, they asked if we had eaten and when we said no they suggested we get dressed and they would take us out to dinner.

When we returned home, we all stripped and each father son team had a sixty-nine. After later reloading, Brad and I lay side by side on dad’s king bed and raised our legs asking them to fuck us. Soon, they were kissing as they pumped our asses.

Brad and John spent the rest of the weekend at our house and we had hot sex, each father and son watching the other suck and fuck and Brad and dad watching me and John have sex then John and I watched dad and Brad have sex.

On Sunday, Brad and john went back to their place and dad and I were alone. Our sex became more passionate and loving.

Then, on Wednesday, dad asked me what I thought of John.

“I like him a lot, why?”

“Son, I never thought it would happen, but I’ve fallen deeply in love with him. I’ve been thinking about asking him to be my lover.”

“Dad, if you truly love him, ask him. You need him as I’m sure he needs you. I want you to be happy, regardless if it’s with another man or a woman. Besides, you two make a great pair.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Hell no,” I said.

Later, Brad and I were alone and I told him what dad had said.

“Fuck, dad talked to me about the same fucking thing and I told him I would be glad for them.”

Friday, I suggested we have Brad and John over for dinner and told dad he could ask John then.

We did and after dinner, in front of Brad and I, dad asked John to be his lover and John happily accepted. It was so great to see them both so happy. I suggested that John spend the night there with dad while Brad and I stayed at their house.

Saturday, we all had sex again, before Brad and i returned to campus, calling each other our step-brother.

the next semester our dads paid for us to get an apartment so we could have some privacy. John and dad both sold their houses and bought one together in a nice neighborhood that openly accepted gay couples.

At our graduation, Brad and I announced to our dads that we too were lovers.

It’s been three years since Brad and I became lovers. Both couples are still deeply in love and happy. When we run into former classmates, they are shocked that we are gay lovers but accepting. Life has been good to all of us.

THE END

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Maxine and I have been best friends since we were 12. We’ve been through everything together, from our first loves to me coming out. She’s been my rock and I hers. So when her 18th rolled around the corner, I tried to think of a special gift I could give her.

I bought her many materialistic gifts including some shirts, bottles of her favourite wine and a vibrator among other things, but I didn’t believe that cut the cake. So, in my delightful wisdom, I decided to give her a gift I haven’t given anyone else before in my life. A lap dance.

I had picked a swanky blues-esque song to dance to and due to my early dance training, my hips moved easily as if they were on a swivel so I knew I could easily pull off this sexy gift.

Her 18th party came and being her best friend, I arrived early to help her set up. Along with us setting up was her single mother Karen, Karen’s sister Ivy and Ivy’s husband Ray and her older brother Jacob. This was the first time I had met her aunty and uncle and from first glance, I could see that her Uncle was strikingly handsome. He had an amazing muscular build that was thick but not disgustingly so; he had sleek brown hair, a nice natural tan and a chest and biceps to die for – which was everything I ever wanted in a man.

I was very friendly with Maxine’s family and called them my own so I knew with a sexy gift like a lap dance would be totally okay with them but I checked with her Aunty Ivy and Uncle Raymond just to make sure.

‘Lap dance?’ Raymond asked me with a glimmer in his eyes.

‘I have many talents,’ I replied humorously.

‘Sure,’ laughed Ivy, ‘go for it. I can’t wait to see.’

The guests finally arrived and the drinks began to circle around. I made sure I had enough to be tipsy enough to give her a lap dance in front of 50+ guests but not too much that I’d fall over doing it. The time for gift giving had arrived and she opened up all of her presents; Maxine was the type of person who would find pleasure in receiving any type of gift, even if it was a box of Band-Aids.

‘Now,’ I announced after all the presents had gone, ‘I have one final gift for you.’ I pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs from my bag and made her sit down on a chair; I cuffed her hands behind her and set up my music.

The music started playing and I turned my sex factor up by 200% – I swayed my hips like latin dancer and shook my ass so violently that one could assume I had natural rectal hydraulics. I tore my shirt off and wrapped it around her neck as I continued to shake my ass right in front of her face to the sultry beat of the music.

I slipped out of my pants and was down to a pair of hot pink booty shorts. I tossed them over to the corner and straddled her, teasing her ever so sensually before kissing her on the cheek and wishing her a happy birthday. The guests erupted in cheers and I uncuffed her before going to put my clothes back on.

‘That was amazing,’ Maxine told me, ‘you should totally become a stripper on the side.’

I winked at her and patted her on the back before changing the music back to the normal party music. I was bent over as I tried to change the music which was underneath the snack table when I felt a hand come down across my ass and spank me.

‘Wow,’ Ivy said with a giggle and a half empty glass of wine in her hand, ‘you’ve got some junk in your trunk.’

Normally other people would find that weird and even insulting, but I liked it when people paid attention to my ass because I put a lot of effort into it so I smiled and thanked her for the compliment.

‘I hope you don’t mind me,’ she said.

‘Oh no, don’t worry, I like it when people spank me.’

I continued to fumble around with the music until Ray came to kneel down with me to see if I needed help.

‘I think that’s it. Yeah. I’m fine, thank you anyway,’ I said with a smile.

‘Ivy’s right,’ he said suddenly, ‘you do have a huge ass.’

‘Thank you,’ I said with a grin, ‘I’m very proud of it. You can spank it if you want.’

I bent over playfully and looked at Ray who was grinning and after looking around, spanked me quite firmly. I giggled and went to walk away but Ray stopped me by grabbing my wrist and turning me around to face him.

‘Nice,’ he whispered.

‘Thank you,’ I replied.

He spanked me once again and I would’ve sworn he had licked his lips. I eyed him curiously and held my breath as he led me to the kitchen where nobody else was.

‘What are you doing?’ I mumbled.

‘What I’ve been wanting to do all night.’

With my wrist still in his grip, he leaned down and kissed me so sweetly. He offered his tongue after a while and I accepted it, eagerly massaging his with mine. His other hand moved down to my ass and he roughly squeezed it while I reached up and placed my hand on his firm pec.

‘This is so wrong,’ I breathed.

‘Yet so right.’

Ray pulled me into the powder room off the kitchen and shut the door behind us. His hands couldn’t get enough of my ass as he squeezed and squeezed like there was no tomorrow. I stripped him of his shirt and my mouth immediately went down to suck on his firm nipple.

‘Fuck, your ass is so sexy,’ he groaned.

I undid his belt and pulled his pants down and noticed he was rockhard already. I wanted to skip the teasing as I knew we didn’t have enough time so when his briefs were down, I immediately went down on his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed, pulling his muscular arms up in the air and placing his hands behind his head.

I sucked him like a Hoover and played with his heavy balls with one hand while I jacked him with the other. My tongue swirled around his cock head hungrily and I soon felt his balls tighten in my hand. He let out a suppressed yet loud moan as he ejaculated his warm and delicious man juice into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed every drop from this hunk of a man and looked up at him to see the obvious pleasure he had just received.

Knowing that we had spent enough time away from the party, Ray pulled his briefs and his pants back up and hooked his belt through again.

‘That was fucking great,’ he mumbled.

‘You’re very welcome,’ I said with a wink.

I went to leave the bathroom but his firm hand spanked me once again.

‘Next time, I want that fine ass,’ he ordered me.

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I was so psyched when my first signs of hair started to show just over my boy cock. How things have changed since then, I regularly wax my pubes to keep it looking sexy and around my ass maintaining its eatable look. Yea it hurts like hell and I am sore for a day or two but the look on the faces of men, bottom or top when they see my totally hairless FUCK MUSCLE and tight FUCK HOLE is worth it all.

I am Kyle Jones a 20 year old guy who likes to fuck ass as much as a tight pussy, but can’t seem to enjoy a good blowjob unless it is a man doing it. Then there is my ass, oh I love getting fucked in the ass until I come over and over. You should get by now that I have an insatiable FUCK DRIVE.I would go on the internet to find guys to fuck mostly on Facebook, but I never would have guessed someone close to me had seen my hairless body in action and was lusting after it.

Growing up in Barbados, Monte and I did everything together even fucking the same girls but it has been years since we have seen each other naked. A few weeks back we decided to go to a secluded creek to fuck two girls, alternating between them. When we got to the creek Monte and the girls quickly stripped to their swimming gears but I just sat down watching them as they each dived into the water the splashed around in the water for about half an hour then Stacy the braver of the two girls said ” Hey Kyle, come join us.” Monte started a duet with Stacy “Join us, Join us, Join us…………” I gave in as they cheered ” YEAH, You Can Do It,” when my tee-shirt came over my head but their cheering stopped suddenly when I pulled off my trucks and everything that was considered underwear. I was now standing totally naked with mouths opened and three pairs of lustful eyes staring at my totally hairless body.

I said out loud ” I only get naked in front of someone when it is time to, ” leaving the statement hanging incomplete, I dived into the water coming up in front of Trish surprising her but not as much as when I pulled her to me crushing her mouth with mine. Monte needed not say a word when Stacy pulled herself unto his body wrapping her legs around his waist.

With Trish naked and very turned on when I lifted her out of the water and headed to the sand where I wasted no time parting her legs and driving my 9 inch FUCK POLE into her secretly virginal pussy. She screamed in pain and I smiled at the realization and said out loud, “VIRGIN.” I slowed my tempo and gently fucked her to satisfaction more than once before having mine. All this time paying little attention to Monte, who had been watching my every stroke and how my glutes contracted when I drove my cock into Trish’s pussy.

I didn’t even know how long he fucked Stacy or if he had but I knew for sure she was not satisfied. She had her mouth on my cock the moment it was out of Trish’s pussy, begging me to fuck her too. Man I fucked Her Like the whore she was while Monte watched fisting his cock to my rhythm Stacy came over and over I finally pulled out and let my cum shoot over her face and breast.

I Got up off of Stacy and stretched my hand to Trish who I decided was going to be mine and was secretly glad that Monte had not fucked her. Little did I know that he now wanted me and not her by just looking at my hairless entertaining body? Pulling her back to the creek I sank back into the water giving her no choice but to follow. I hug her body to mine from behind kissing and nipping at her neck with one hand massaging her breasts and nipples and the other working her clitoris, all in all shaking her body with spasm after spasm of pleasure.

I whispered in her ears gently yet dominantly, “Your pussy belongs to only me and only me.” She didn’t answer me, I pushed her upper body forward and with the help of my hand already at her pussy I thrust into her pulsing pussy “answer me,” I growled in her ears, “who do u belong to now?” I fucked her teasing her body and stopping her orgasms making her beg for release.

I could see Monte fucking Stacy again but he was in an angle where he could see everything I did. Stacy I could tell was enjoying the fuck and paid little attention to the fact that Monte’s Mind was elsewhere I thought my straight friend was envious of my new pussy, once again I was wrong.

I decided to fuck her with all I have, seeing his lustful eyes staring at us and my misguided competition spirit was in full gear. I was going to be the only man to claim that pussy and I intended to brand her as mine only; she was the one girl I was not willing to share with him. “Please,” she began begging, “let me cum.”

I brought my lips to her ear, “tell me first who owns your pussy,” knowingly thrusting long and deep into her pussy building up another orgasm not able to bear the torture no more, she scream “You”. I raised my voice and said, “Who,” wanting him to hear. She screamed louder this time “You”. I started moving faster her breathing began to become erratic I could tell she was close and so was I, her body began to spasm as she came her pussy muscle tightening around my sunken cock and forcing me to cum after a few more strokes.

I made eye contact with Monte who by now had Stacy thrashing her body beneath in orgasm but he of himself was still focused on me even though I could tell he was cumming in the midst of Stacy’s orgasm.

We cleaned up and left for home I kissed Trish good bye and confirmed our date the next night. Monte said to me after we dropped Stacy home, “You were impressive Bro, you sure know how to handle that meat between your legs and you don’t have any hair on your body, I like that”.

I answered confused as to why he would mention my cock, “Thanks, you weren’t that bad either. We said goodnight and headed off in our own direction. I had expected him to say something about me keeping Trish to myself but he surprised me there.

A few days passed we spoke as usual over the phone when he invited me to his cousin’s wedding out of town

SEE HOW THINGS TURN OUT IN ” ENTERTAINING THE ENTERTAINER”

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I’m 18 years old, been gay my whole life and oh so horny. I’ve always been a shy person so approaching the people that make my mouth water only happens in my fantasies. But today I decided to be bold!

Last week I was looking at toys on my computer. I was amazed at the selection and was blushing so much that my face felt like it was on fire; I had to take breaks from looking at the screen. I wasn’t sure what to buy so I was looking at everything, and in the end I looked at three different sites and went for the one that was having a 20% off on everything deal. Figured I might as well save some money and splurge a little so I could get the toy that would best help with my horny and very very dirty body.

I found this beautiful black butt plug and just looking at it made me shiver with anticipation. I got a boner just from thinking about it, about walking around campus, about driving in my car…..ohhh the sweet possibilities. Before I could realize it I had a hand on my cock and was pumping it like I wanted nothing else in the world. My other hand had found its way up to my tits and was twisting and pulling them giving me such a sweet mix of pleasure and pain that it all just blended together. I came so hard from just thinking about using the plug that I knew that I had to have it!

That’s why I decided to be bold today! I finally made up my mind to do something the me before buying this delicious toy and lube would never have done.

I made sure to wash myself well in the shower before playing with my toy because I just came back from my regular morning run. Though today it was shorter than normal because I wanted to get home fast to check the mail box and open the box containing my toy. When I had opened the box, I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was exactly what the description said it was. Made out of a soft material, it was 4 ½ inches long with a smaller tip; getting larger at the base and 2 inches in girth. My cock was well on its way to pocking its head out of my jogging shorts from looking at it at my mail box. I knew that I had to get it in me.

Taking extra time to soap up all areas I watched the soap sods make their way down my body making a soap trail from my pecks down my 6-pack and into the hairs above a long, granite hard, 7 ½ inch cock and past my balls and to the bottom of the tub. Just watching the soap going down my lean body made me wonder why I’ve never had a boyfriend. A strange thought that I banished to the back of my mind and started thinking about what today was going to be like at school……oh god….today was going to be very good.

After finishing in the shower, I went to my room and grabbed the lube and plug. My folks had already left and gone to work so it was just me in the house, and I had an hour before school started. I took the lube in my hands and started to lube up my hidden pink cherry. I was just starting to play and it was already twitching, begging my fingers for more, my breath already short and fast. It was feeling so damn good that my cock was twitching and throbbing so I grabbed it and started going up and down.

My ass was at the point that it was accepting three fingers and I almost forgot about school and my brand spanking new toy. I saw it in front of me, grabbed it and shoved it up my cherry feeling the pop of it passing my sphincter and gloriously up my ass. Breathing hard and fast, I pushed it in until the base was at the entrance to my tight, round ass. I moaned so loud I wondered if the neighbours heard because it felt so damn good. It has been so long since I had any cock up my man cunt that it made me cum on entrance.

When I was finally able to breathe somewhat normally with the wonderful plug still in me, I started getting dressed in a pair of slightly tight jeans and a black button down shirt with some of the top buttons undone. Got into my car and headed to school.

I was so bloody horny on the way to school with people walking around and only me knowing was I was doing, I took out my cock at full mast and jerked off half way to school right until the entrance to campus. A hot white stream of cum splattered over the steering wheel but thankfully I had covered my jeans of there’d be a problem. But I had to go commando since I had just jized all over my underwear.

It was an amazing sensation walking around with the plug in my cherry rubbing up my insides and my penis at half mast in contact with my jeans. Now I had to somehow make it through the day without cumming every time I sat down because every time I would, if I came down too hard I would come right then and there with the plug hitting my sweet spot basically every time I moved.

So I made my way to class and sat down next to my best friend.

“Hey Mike, how’s it going?”

I looked up to see my friend since elementary school looking at me with his chiselled chin, 5 o’clock shadow and gorgeous from head to toe. Just the sight of his smokin’ body made my whole body throb, I was in absolute heaven!

“Hhhhmmm, same old same old. What about you, going to the game after school?”

“Naah, was thinking I’d finish that huge essay we have to write for English. Want to work on it together?”

“I’ll let you know at lunch, might have to get home to help the folks with some stuff around the house.”

“Sure, no problem.” Mike smiled and looked away to the front of the class. He had some smile on him that made it seem like he knew something and was happy to know it. I knew I wasn’t making any outward signs of what was going on with me, or at least I was trying. I never knew that it could feel so good sitting in the most boring class on planet earth, next to the man that I have been attracted too since I was 15.

When class was over I hiked it like a world-class sprinter to the bathrooms in the library basement so fast it probably broke a record or two. Thank god it was only a half day today or else I don’t think I’d make it through the day.

“Oh yes!” I ran into the second stall; the only one in the school that had not been found yet because there was a flap installed by someone in the year above so the teachers wouldn’t find it, a glory hole. Praise the Lord!!

I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down to my ankles, sat down on the toilet seat and knocked beside me on third stall. I had noticed that there was a pair of shoes beside me and was willing to take the chance and see if I could get some relief; without taking out the plug myself.

Knock, knock

Fantastic! Just my lucky day. The hidden flap moved away and in came through a glorious 8 inch cock that made my mouth water. So I decided to feed myself and try to sate my thirst. I started my feast!

Please let me know what you think, all ideas welcome 🙂

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I slowly regained consciousness and found myself in someone’s arms. Their hold on me was warm and loving. I felt a soft cushioning underneath me and couldn’t hear the hussle and bussle of people around me so I assumed I was in a private room of some sort on a couch. I could hear a man saying to me “Quinn? Quinn, are you alright?” Their hand lightly brushed my forehead and kept whispering to me with soothing words.

As much as I tried to make this figure out, it was as if the light was too much for me and it was almost blinding; I could only make out the outline of the body.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked me.

I tried to mumble a reply but couldn’t make out any English words. I heard him chuckle and put a finger to my lips.

‘As long as you’re alright now,’ he said.

The touch of his finger felt very familiar yet I couldn’t figure out who it was. I shut my eyes and groaned, my head still hurting from the embarassing collapse in the middle of the walkway. The mysterious man cuddled me to his chest and then gently placed me down on the couch so he could get up. He disappeared through a doorway and I groaned even more as I tried to get my eyesight once again.

I tried looking around the room and found it to be unfamiliar. I saw lockers, a big whiteboard and several other curious things you wouldn’t find in a place of residence. I knew I wasn’t at someone’s home and from what I noticed, I assumed I was in a backroom of a workplace.

Where was I? Who was my saviour?

I forced myself to sit up and I threw my head down into my knees with my eyes shut tightly. My head was still in pain and my eyes were still readjusting to sight but I was feeling better.

‘You probably shouldn’t sit up,’ that soothing voice reappeared.

I felt his weight come down next to me and he pressed a cold glass of water next to my hand. I brought my head up and took the glass off him with my eyes shut; I took a long sip of water and gave it back to him. I felt his arm wrap around my body and I soon felt that familiar warmth.

The smell was very familiar and was very intriguing; it was sweetly masculine and I found it to be very attractive.

The feel of him around me was also very familiar in that I was in this position several times before.

This was the one, I finally realised. This was the man I truly loved.

Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and the blinding light had disappeared and my eyes were readjusting to the normal colours of the room. I looked over to my rescuer and sighed with relief when I saw who it was.

‘Oh Duke,’ I whispered softly, ‘please don’t let me go.’

‘I wouldn’t dare,’ he mumbled in reply.

The feeling of love washed over me like a wave crashing onto shore and I finally put myself into perspective. Yaz, as much as I adored him, was a fuckbuddy that I grew to like but nothing more. What I thought was love that I had for him was just an adoration. Roman, as much as I admired him and was infatuated with him, was a wedge between the real love of my life and myself and was the one I shamelessly used to get back at him.

But Duke was the real thing. Never before had I felt so many emotions about someone else. Never before had I felt such love and amazement with one single person. Duke was the one.

‘I love you, Duke Erving,’ I whispered.

‘And I love you, Quinn Halliwell’ he replied simply.

After I had gathered my senses, Duke helped me up and walked me out to his car. This was the time of repair. I had to apologise to both Roman and Yaz and attempt to repair my relationship with them. Duke had also made a decision on telling Maria about us.

First, I managed to find Yaz in his apartment and invited myself in, knowing that he rarely ever locked the door. He saw me walk in and stared at me with curiosity.

‘Listen, Yaz, I’ll make this short and sweet – I humbly apologise for using you for sex and for getting back at Duke and I’m sorry I made you feel things for me I never intended to happen.’

Yaz nodded his head, stood up and approached me slowly. I watched as he finally stretched out his arms and offered me a hug which I gladly accepted.

‘Thank you for that,’ he said softly, ‘not many people would have the balls to do that.’

After clearing everything out with Yaz and telling him that I was certain Duke was the one, he wished me well and insisted that we remain friends with which I was happy with. Duke made his way back to his apartment to speak to Maria while I went back to my house to speak with Roman.

I ventured into my house cautiously and nearly fainted again when I saw Roman looking very handsome speaking with Sophia in the lounge room.

‘Hi, Sophia, could I please speak with Roman privately for a moment?’

Sophia ducked out of the room and I sat down next to Roman, close but not close enough that he would take it the wrong way.

‘I have something to tell you,’ he said before I could.

‘Oh, really, what?’

‘Well, my contract over here’s nearly finished which means I have to go back to America,’ he began, ‘but I want to know if you’d like to come back with me and live with me?’

I was glad I was sitting down because I probably would have fainted if I was standing up. The glimmer of hope in Roman’s eye was heartbreaking and I knew this apology would be a thousand times harder than the one I used on Yaz.

‘Listen, Roman, you’re an amazing guy and anyone would be lucky to have you but I’m afraid I’m going to have to turn that down. I’m really sorry, Roman, my place at this time is here… with Duke.’

Roman shook his head almost as if he was in angry disbelief and he stood up with his arms crossed over his chest.

‘He doesn’t love you like I do Quinn!’ he exclaimed.

‘You don’t know that,’ I replied, somewhat shocked at Roman’s response.

‘He left you to be with another woman that he’s going to marry next week! He obviously didn’t care when he ignored you for that whole time! Who was here for you, picking up the pieces? I was! Quinn, you can’t do this!’

I would be lying if I said what Roman just told me didn’t get me thinking. But I shook my disbelief out of my system and continued to argue his point.

‘We’ve made up over that and we’ve realised how much we love each other,’ I replied calmly, ‘please don’t be this way, Roman. I really like you and I want to stay friends but-‘

‘I love you, Quinn. I can’t be just friends with you,’ he said significantly softer. I could see the emotion in his face and it nearly tore me in half seeing his reaction to this.

‘I’m sorry Roman,’ I whispered.

I extended my hand out for Roman to take but he brushed it away and disappeared from the room. I sat in silence looking down at the carpet as my mind tried to figure out what had just happened. I didn’t have enough time before Roman appeared with what was soon revealed to be a plane ticket.

‘He can’t love you like I do,’ he mumbled.

He placed it in my hands before strutting out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him. I looked down at it and saw that it was a one-way ticket back to Hawaii. I shed a tear as I thought about Roman’s feelings for me and how I toyed with them for my sick pleasure. I would never forgive myself if Roman done something because of this.

My mind wasn’t fixated on him long because I soon received a call from Duke, telling me to make an appearance to his apartment immediately.

When I arrived, I walked in awkwardly as I saw Duke and Maria with their body language suggesting that they weren’t very happy with each other.

‘Duke’s leaving me for you,’ Maria snapped as soon as she saw me, ‘I hope you’re happy’.

‘Maria, please calm down,’ Duke said softly.

Maria took Duke’s advice and attempted to calm herself down by dramatically inhaling and exhaling and dropped her head onto her hands as she stared a hole through the floor. Duke looked at me with a forced half-smile on his face as we both looked at Maria with sorrowful expressions.

‘I knew this was going to happen,’ we heard Maria say, ‘I could see it in your eyes, Duke. The way you look at him. I never saw you look at me that way and I just knew this was going to happen so I can’t say I blame you.’

I dared to walk over to Maria and after a brief hesitation, I placed my hand on her shoulder which she neither brushed off nor accepted so I took it off and went to stand next to Duke.

‘What about our wedding?’ Maria said, lifting her head revealing the tears that had just come out, ‘everything’s been paid for and I don’t think you can get a refund this late in the game.’

‘Well,’ Duke said as if he had previously thought this out, ‘I have an idea for that.’

I was too busy looking at Maria when Duke got in front of me and pulled out a ring box from his pocket. my mouth fell open and I leaned back on the kitchen counter behind me and stared at Duke in shock as he got down on one knee and flipped the ring box open revealing the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

This was not happening. This was not fucking happening.

‘Quinn Halliwell, I love you and I’m not afraid to let anyone know. I know that now. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that I want to wake up every morning with you next to me in our bed. I know that I want to grow old with you and father children with you. Quinn Halliwell, will you do me the major honour of being my life partner but most importantly, will you marry me?’

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: gay marriage is still regrettably not legal in Australia but just go along with it ;)]

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I watched as Greg walked away, not knowing if I would ever see him again. I called out to him but he continued walking with his head hung low and without turning around, he just waved slightly.

I began my new position and buried myself in my work, trying to forget Greg, but it was hopeless. I’d see his beautiful face and smile everywhere I looked.

After about a month and a half, I began going out to some of the bars, and eventually built up a group of friends. However, they could tell something was wrong and I eventually told them of my encounter with Greg. They said that they all understood and sympathetic.

Then I met Ray. He reminded me a lot of Greg. He was romantic and caring and I liked that. We had several dates before I agreed to go to bed with him. Then things changed.

In bed, he was aggressive and dominating. I didn’t like that and told him so. Without either of us climaxing, I got up, dressed and left.

I did date several others but it wasn’t anything like it had been with Greg. There was no romance, just lustful sex, a release of built up tension.

I did call Greg several times to see how he was doing and the conversations were pleasant yet strained.

About three months after I had begun work, I arrived home and as I walked in, my cell phone rang. It was a Tuesday afternoon and all my friends knew that I seldom went out during the week.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID.

One word appeared on the screen, ‘Greg’.

With shaking hands, I answered, and heard his beautiful deep voice say, “Hey, stud.”

“Well, hey yourself,” I replied. “It’s great to hear from you.”

“I don’t have much time but I was wondering if you had plans for this weekend?”

“No, why?”

“I’m making a delivery in Miami late Thursday afternoon. We’ll unload early Friday and I’ll be free all weekend. I was wondering if you would like some company?”

“You bastard, you know I would. I’ll take off at noon so I can pick you up when you’re ready.”

“No need for that,” he said. “I’ll drop my trailer and come to you in the tractor. Find me a place to park.”

“Consider it done,” I said.

I didn’t think Friday would ever get here, but it eventually did. I left work at noon and waited anxiously for him to arrive. He called and asked where he could park and I told him. Fifteen minutes later he knocked n my door.

I was like a school girl going on her first date as I hurried to the door. Opening it, I saw his beautiful face and smile.

He hurried in and shut the door behind him. Quickly, he tossed his small bag aside and wrapped his big muscular arms around me, pulling me to him and kissing me.

After a long passionate kiss, he held me at arms length and said, “Damn, I’ve missed you.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” I replied.

“Let me shower, babe. I smell awful.”

“You smell great to me, but if you insist, go ahead.”

Smiling, he said, “If my memory is correct, that shower holds two very easily.”

“Yes, it does,” I replied, leading him to the bedroom.

Soon we were both in the shower, bathing each other as we kissed and made out. then after drying each other, we hit the bed for a hot passionate make out session, then an even hotter sixty-nine.

We didn’t get out of bed until almost six, and then it was only after lovingly fucking each other. We did then get dressed and went out for dinner.

After we got home, we talked, and Greg asked if I had been seeing anyone. I said yes but absolutely nothing was serious. I asked about him and he replied that he had been with a few other drivers, but it was just sex.

Then, he told me the best part.

“I’ve got some news but don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve requested to be transferred and based out of Miami terminal. That way, I’d be in town more often.”

“Greg, that’s great. Any idea when you might know something?”

“No, none. I don’t even know if it will get approved.”

“Well, we can keep our fingers crossed,” I said.

The rest of the weekend we stayed nude and ate at home, having sex several times a day. It was so great to have him back in my bed.

All too soon, it was Monday morning and time for him to leave. Holding me close before he left, he said, “If I hear anything, I’ll call you, and next time I’m in the area we can meet again.”

“You better believe we will,” I said before giving him a final long passionate kiss.

He left and this time he turned and waved and winked at me.

Once back inside, I began dressing for work and found a note on my dresser. It was from Greg.

‘Mark, this weekend was awesome. You mean so much to me, and I hope you feel the same way. What ever happens, you will always be special.”

I began to tear up but knew I couldn’t g in to work with red bloodshot eyes from crying.

A couple of months later I got a surprise call from Luke, the driver Greg and I had had the three way with. He was in town and wanted to see me. I agreed and went to his motel room ext to the truck stop. When I arrived, I found another driver there with him.

“It should have told you but I hope you don’t mind another three way?”

“No, not at all,” I replied.

“This is Cory,” he said.

After we had sex with each of us doing the other and Cory and I double fucking Luke, he confessed to me that the other driver was his sister’s husband.

“We found out about each other totally by accident,” he said.

“How did it happen?”

“We both ended up at the same truck stop one day by shear coincidence. There was an adult video store across the highway, and I went over there. I was in a booth with a glory hole and the guy next to me was stroking his cock. I offered to suck it. After I got him off, he wanted to suck me and I let him. We both left our booths at the same time and saw who we had just sucked. We went to my rig and had sex most of the night.”

“Damn, your own brother-in-law. Does your sister have any idea?”

“Oh, hell no,” Cory said.

We had another round of sucking before I left and I wished them safe travel.

A few weeks later, I got home and after walking in, there was a knock on my door. I couldn’t figure out who it was.

When I opened it. there stood Greg.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I can leave if you want me too.”

“Don’t you dare. Get your ass in here.”

After a long kiss, I said, “I thought you were going to call me when you were going to be in the area?”

“I decided to surprise you. I got the transfer. I’m based here now. I was hoping you’d help me find a place to live.”

“I know the perfect place. Right here with me,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Hell yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ll have to put my things into storage, not that I have that much.”

“We can fine a place tomorrow. How long are you in for?”

“A week. I get a week to find a place and get settled in.”

“Fantastic,” I said, before finding the spare key to my place and giving it to him. We showered and went to dinner then returned home for hot passionate sex.

The following day, while I was a work, Greg put his things in storage and by the time I got home he had dinner prepared.

As we ate, I said, “Umm, I found out something else abut you. You’re a fantastic cook. I could get spoiled to this.”

“I’d love to spoil you this way,” he responded.

The week was awesome. Oh, it wasn’t constant sex when we were together. We spent a lot of time just cuddling while watching TV or a movie.

Greg was home about twice a month for several days each time. I cherished those times. We made the best of the time we had together.

About six months later, Greg came in and seemed happier than in the past.

“Let’s get cleaned up. We’re going out to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” I asked.

“Later,” he said.

We showered, dressed, and went to dinner at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, he had the waiter bring us a bottle of champagne.

“Enough already,” I said. “What are we celebrating?”

“Wait for the champagne,” he replied.

Once it was delivered and we each had a glass, he said, “Here’s to the new terminal manager.”

“What?”

I was informed today when I got in that I was the new terminal manager. I couldn’t believe it, and I damn sure wasn’t expecting it.”

“Greg, that’s super!” I explained. “So that means you’ll be home every night?”

“You better believe it,” he said.

“Greg, I couldn’t be happier,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“Well, then, if I asked you to be my partner for life, you wouldn’t be happier?”

“Oh shit! Are you serious?”

“Baby, I’ve never been more serious in my life. I love you with all my heart.”

“Oh Greg, I love you too and I’d be honored. I just wish I could kiss you right now.”

“Well, let’s wait until after we leave. If we do it now, we might get thrown out.”

“Well, when we get out dinner, hurry and eat so we can leave.”

He laughed and we began playing footsie under the table.

As soon as we finished eating, Greg paid the check and we almost ran out of the restaurant. Once outside, I didn’t care who saw us. I grabbed Greg and kissed him passionately, shocking all the passers by.

We’ve been together six years now and couldn’t be happier. We’ve bought some property and built our own place where we can entertain.

Greg discovered that his warehouse foreman was gay and I found that one of my employees was gay. Yes, we invite them out for dinner and sex. Both are hot and in their early thirties. they have begun dating regularly.

I found true happiness moving cross country!

THE END….

I watched as Greg walked away, not knowing if I would ever see him again. I called out to him but he continued walking with his head hung low and without turning around, he just waved slightly.

I began my new position and buried myself in my work, trying to forget Greg, but it was hopeless. I’d see his beautiful face and smile everywhere I looked.

After about a month and a half, I began going out to some of the bars, and eventually built up a group of friends. However, they could tell something was wrong and I eventually told them of my encounter with Greg. They said that they all understood and sympathetic.

Then I met Ray. He reminded me a lot of Greg. He was romantic and caring and I liked that. We had several dates before I agreed to go to bed with him. Then things changed.

In bed, he was aggressive and dominating. I didn’t like that and told him so. Without either of us climaxing, I got up, dressed and left.

I did date several others but it wasn’t anything like it had been with Greg. There was no romance, just lustful sex, a release of built up tension.

I did call Greg several times to see how he was doing and the conversations were pleasant yet strained.

About three months after I had begun work, I arrived home and as I walked in, my cell phone rang. It was a Tuesday afternoon and all my friends knew that I seldom went out during the week.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID.

One word appeared on the screen, ‘Greg’.

With shaking hands, I answered, and heard his beautiful deep voice say, “Hey, stud.”

“Well, hey yourself,” I replied. “It’s great to hear from you.”

“I don’t have much time but I was wondering if you had plans for this weekend?”

“No, why?”

“I’m making a delivery in Miami late Thursday afternoon. We’ll unload early Friday and I’ll be free all weekend. I was wondering if you would like some company?”

“You bastard, you know I would. I’ll take off at noon so I can pick you up when you’re ready.”

“No need for that,” he said. “I’ll drop my trailer and come to you in the tractor. Find me a place to park.”

“Consider it done,” I said.

I didn’t think Friday would ever get here, but it eventually did. I left work at noon and waited anxiously for him to arrive. He called and asked where he could park and I told him. Fifteen minutes later he knocked n my door.

I was like a school girl going on her first date as I hurried to the door. Opening it, I saw his beautiful face and smile.

He hurried in and shut the door behind him. Quickly, he tossed his small bag aside and wrapped his big muscular arms around me, pulling me to him and kissing me.

After a long passionate kiss, he held me at arms length and said, “Damn, I’ve missed you.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” I replied.

“Let me shower, babe. I smell awful.”

“You smell great to me, but if you insist, go ahead.”

Smiling, he said, “If my memory is correct, that shower holds two very easily.”

“Yes, it does,” I replied, leading him to the bedroom.

Soon we were both in the shower, bathing each other as we kissed and made out. then after drying each other, we hit the bed for a hot passionate make out session, then an even hotter sixty-nine.

We didn’t get out of bed until almost six, and then it was only after lovingly fucking each other. We did then get dressed and went out for dinner.

After we got home, we talked, and Greg asked if I had been seeing anyone. I said yes but absolutely nothing was serious. I asked about him and he replied that he had been with a few other drivers, but it was just sex.

Then, he told me the best part.

“I’ve got some news but don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve requested to be transferred and based out of Miami terminal. That way, I’d be in town more often.”

“Greg, that’s great. Any idea when you might know something?”

“No, none. I don’t even know if it will get approved.”

“Well, we can keep our fingers crossed,” I said.

The rest of the weekend we stayed nude and ate at home, having sex several times a day. It was so great to have him back in my bed.

All too soon, it was Monday morning and time for him to leave. Holding me close before he left, he said, “If I hear anything, I’ll call you, and next time I’m in the area we can meet again.”

“You better believe we will,” I said before giving him a final long passionate kiss.

He left and this time he turned and waved and winked at me.

Once back inside, I began dressing for work and found a note on my dresser. It was from Greg.

‘Mark, this weekend was awesome. You mean so much to me, and I hope you feel the same way. What ever happens, you will always be special.”

I began to tear up but knew I couldn’t g in to work with red bloodshot eyes from crying.

A couple of months later I got a surprise call from Luke, the driver Greg and I had had the three way with. He was in town and wanted to see me. I agreed and went to his motel room ext to the truck stop. When I arrived, I found another driver there with him.

“It should have told you but I hope you don’t mind another three way?”

“No, not at all,” I replied.

“This is Cory,” he said.

After we had sex with each of us doing the other and Cory and I double fucking Luke, he confessed to me that the other driver was his sister’s husband.

“We found out about each other totally by accident,” he said.

“How did it happen?”

“We both ended up at the same truck stop one day by shear coincidence. There was an adult video store across the highway, and I went over there. I was in a booth with a glory hole and the guy next to me was stroking his cock. I offered to suck it. After I got him off, he wanted to suck me and I let him. We both left our booths at the same time and saw who we had just sucked. We went to my rig and had sex most of the night.”

“Damn, your own brother-in-law. Does your sister have any idea?”

“Oh, hell no,” Cory said.

We had another round of sucking before I left and I wished them safe travel.

A few weeks later, I got home and after walking in, there was a knock on my door. I couldn’t figure out who it was.

When I opened it. there stood Greg.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I can leave if you want me too.”

“Don’t you dare. Get your ass in here.”

After a long kiss, I said, “I thought you were going to call me when you were going to be in the area?”

“I decided to surprise you. I got the transfer. I’m based here now. I was hoping you’d help me find a place to live.”

“I know the perfect place. Right here with me,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Hell yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ll have to put my things into storage, not that I have that much.”

“We can fine a place tomorrow. How long are you in for?”

“A week. I get a week to find a place and get settled in.”

“Fantastic,” I said, before finding the spare key to my place and giving it to him. We showered and went to dinner then returned home for hot passionate sex.

The following day, while I was a work, Greg put his things in storage and by the time I got home he had dinner prepared.

As we ate, I said, “Umm, I found out something else abut you. You’re a fantastic cook. I could get spoiled to this.”

“I’d love to spoil you this way,” he responded.

The week was awesome. Oh, it wasn’t constant sex when we were together. We spent a lot of time just cuddling while watching TV or a movie.

Greg was home about twice a month for several days each time. I cherished those times. We made the best of the time we had together.

About six months later, Greg came in and seemed happier than in the past.

“Let’s get cleaned up. We’re going out to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” I asked.

“Later,” he said.

We showered, dressed, and went to dinner at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, he had the waiter bring us a bottle of champagne.

“Enough already,” I said. “What are we celebrating?”

“Wait for the champagne,” he replied.

Once it was delivered and we each had a glass, he said, “Here’s to the new terminal manager.”

“What?”

I was informed today when I got in that I was the new terminal manager. I couldn’t believe it, and I damn sure wasn’t expecting it.”

“Greg, that’s super!” I explained. “So that means you’ll be home every night?”

“You better believe it,” he said.

“Greg, I couldn’t be happier,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“Well, then, if I asked you to be my partner for life, you wouldn’t be happier?”

“Oh shit! Are you serious?”

“Baby, I’ve never been more serious in my life. I love you with all my heart.”

“Oh Greg, I love you too and I’d be honored. I just wish I could kiss you right now.”

“Well, let’s wait until after we leave. If we do it now, we might get thrown out.”

“Well, when we get out dinner, hurry and eat so we can leave.”

He laughed and we began playing footsie under the table.

As soon as we finished eating, Greg paid the check and we almost ran out of the restaurant. Once outside, I didn’t care who saw us. I grabbed Greg and kissed him passionately, shocking all the passers by.

We’ve been together six years now and couldn’t be happier. We’ve bought some property and built our own place where we can entertain.

Greg discovered that his warehouse foreman was gay and I found that one of my employees was gay. Yes, we invite them out for dinner and sex. Both are hot and in their early thirties. they have begun dating regularly.

I found true happiness moving cross country!

THE END….

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I decided to change jobs, wanting to get out of working right downtown. I was in desk sales for a company and wanted a change. I applied for a sales position at a hardware-lumber store in the suburbs.

We carried lawn supplies, hardware, paint, electrical and plumbing supplies, housewares, as well as a variety of lumber for the small contractor and do-it-yourself guys.

I was hired and was told I’d need to learn every department but would be starting out in the lawn and garden department. I was takes to the sales floor and introduced to the manager. I nearly shit when we were introduced. His name was Will Sprout. We instantly recognized each other but acted as if we had never met.

I had met Will at a gay bar several months before and had been to bed with him several times. Once we were alone, we talked and laughed about it being a ‘small world’ and agreed to keep things strictly on a business level.

However that didn’t last long. After a couple of months, Will told me to go check the stock room for supplies to restock the shelves. I did and while I as back there in a back corner, he appeared, cock sticking out of his pants.

“Mark, blow me. I’m horny as hell,” he said. I quickly dropped to my knees and soon brought him to a roaring climax. He returned to the sales floor and later in the day he sent me back again. Soon, he appeared saying, “Turn about is fair play. Let me suck you now.” I quickly took out my cock and Will sucked me dry.

This occurred once or twice a week, even when I worked other departments.

During this time, we received twice weekly shipments from our major wholesaler, wholesale Hardware, Inc. Their driver was hot as hell. Jim Storey was his name and he was muscular and well built, handsome and usually showed a nice bulge. He was thirty-four and married, which made him more interesting.

Jim would leave Missouri on Sunday around noon, and make deliveries to us on Monday afternoon, stay overnight, then head back to Missouri. He would then leave Missouri on Thursday morning and deliver to us Friday afternoon, stay over night and return on Saturday. He was home with his family only two nights a week.

The receiving department was next to the lumber building and when Jim delivered, I made it a point to take my break and go out and visit with him. Actually, I was cruising him, stealing glances at his muscular body and nice crotch.

Finally, I got up the nerve to make a move. One Monday I asked if he was had anything planned for the evening. He said no so I told him I’d like to take him to dinner.

“Thanks,” he said, “but after I make my last delivery, all I want to do is grab a burger, shower and get some rest.”

I asked where he stayed and he gave me the name of a small motel out on South Main.

“Well, we close at six and I could be there by half past. Why don’t I pick up a six pack, and we can just visit a while.”

“Bud, that sounds great. Call the motel and ask for me and I’ll give you my room number.”

“You got a deal,” I replied.

Just before leaving work, I called and asked for his room. After he answered he said he was in room 20. I told him that I’d see him shortly.

I arrived with a cold six pack in hand and knocked on his room door. He opened it wearing just a pair of jeans. His chest was more developed than I had thought and was covered with a light coating of dark brown hair. My mouth began to water.

After letting me in, he closed the door and I handed him a cold beer. We talked a while when he said he was going to get comfortable and ready for bed. My heart began to race at the thought of seeing him in his underwear.

Instead, he sat on the bed and lay down,still wearing his jeans, and pulled just the sheet over him. While covered, he removed his jeans, tossing them onto the floor.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“I sleep nude and I’m a little on the shy side.”

“Well, you don’t have to be that way with me. We all have the same equipment,” I said.

“Very true,” he replied with a smile.

We each had three beers and talked about things in general. When I saw that things weren’t going to develop, I decided to excuse myself and leave.

Then the unexpected happened when he delivered on Friday. After he had unloaded our order, he waited until no one was around and asked, “You got any plans for tonight?”

“No, why?”

“If you’d like to come by, I’ll pay for the beer if you’ll pick it up. It was nice having some company the other night.”

“Sure,” I said. He slipped a ten dollar bill into my shirt pocket.

I repeated the procedure I had done on Monday. Friday was a repeat of Monday,with one exception. After he got into bed and removed his jeans, it appeared that he was partially boned. there was a larger bulge under the sheet this time.

When I started to leave he said, “Again next Monday?”

“It’s a date,” I said, smiling.

On Monday, I again called for his room number.

“I’m in room 18 this week. I just got checked in and I’m running behind. I’m going to eat real quick and jump in the shower. Just in case I’m not out when you get here, I’ll leave the door slightly ajar. Just come on in.”

“Got it,” I said.

This time I hurried to the motel and sure enough, the door was slightly ajar. I went in and seconds later heard the shower water turn off.

“Jim, it’s me,” I said. “I didn’t want to startle you when you came out.”

“Thanks. I’ll be out shortly. Have a beer ready for me.”

“Done,” I called back.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came out of the bathroom and nearly chocked on my beer when I saw him. He was completely nude, towel drying his hair.

“No shyness?” I asked.

“Hell, I got to thinking about it and realized I was being foolish. I was nude around other guys in the Army.”

He took his beer and lay on the other side of the bed from me. We talked a few minutes and started our second beer when I said to him, “You look more tired and tense tonight than normal.”

“I am. My rig is in the shop and I had to use one of the company’s rigs. It nearly beat me to death. I’m sore all over.”

“What you need is a good massage,” I said.

“Man, do I ever.”

“Well, the guys in college used to tell me I was pretty good at it if you want to try me out.”

“Fuck, it couldn’t do any harm. Go for it,” he said flipping over onto his stomach.

I straddled his waist and leaned forward and began massaging his shoulders and neck.

“Ummm, yea,” he said softly.

I moved first to his right bicep then to his left then back to his neck and shoulders. Then I worked my way down his back, moving my body down onto his buttocks. I continued lower to his waist. Moving myself off to one side, I moved to the area just above his buttocks then to his upper thighs. First I did the left leg to his ankles then his right. When working on his upper thighs, he casually spread his legs allowing my finger tips to gently touch his balls as I massaged the inner upper thighs.

I moved back up his body slowly returning to his neck and shoulders.

I then told him to turn over and let me do his front side.

“Well, uh, that might be a little embarrassing,” he said.

“Not to me,” I replied. “It happens to all of us at some time or another.”

“Well, if it won’t bother you, here goes.”

He turned onto his back and his cock was rock hard and appeared to be a little over seven inches in length.

I began again at his shoulders working my way down. first to his pecs, then stomach, then hips, then thighs and lower, then worked my way back up. His cock remained hard the entire time and had begun leaking clear precum.

As I returned to his upper body, I asked, “How did that feel?”

“Fucking fantastic,” he said. Then after a couple of seconds he said, “You missed something. He needs massaged also and it can be any way you want to do it. Whatever happens here stays just between me and you and these four walls.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, you have my word on it.”

I reached down and gently grasped his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it.

I looked at him and asked, “Have you ever had it sucked by a guy?”

“Just once, back when I was seventeen. I was thumbing a ride and a guy picked me up and before he let me out he said he wanted just one thing. He sucked me off.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yea but I was nervous as hell. We were pulled over on the side of the road at night and I just couldn’t relax. I’ve noticed you checking me out and figured you wanted it and became curious as to how it would be if I was in a private place and relaxed.”

“Want to find out?”

“Sure do. That’s why I came out nude tonight. It’s all yours.”

I smiled and leaned over and licked up the puddle of precum off his stomach then off the tip if his cock. He moaned softly as I began swallowing it, soon burying my nose in his thick dark pubic bush.

Slowly, I sucked his cock, taking my time so he could enjoy it. Eventually, his breathing became heavier and I knew he was close. I sucked more vigorously and soon brought him to a massive climax. As his cock exploded he said “Oh fuck yea! Take it all!”

I did and once I had him milked dry, I slowly pulled off and swallowed.

Looking at him I asked “Well?”

“Mark, I haven’t had a climax like that in years. It was awesome.”

“You’re damn good looking. Haven’t you ever had guys make passes at you at truck stops?”

“Many times, but I never took any up on it. If other drivers see you taking guys to your rig and into the sleeper, they like to broadcast it on the CB. I couldn’t risk that.”

“Well, I know I sure enjoyed it,” I said.

“Mark, would you like to make this a regular Monday and Friday thing?”

“What about your wife? Wouldn’t she be suspicious if you’re not good and horny when you get home?”

“Nah. After she had to have some female surgery, she lost all interest in sex. I’m lucky if I get to fuck her once a month. Usually I jerk off in the shower when I lay over or in my sleeper.”

“Well, not any more if you don’t want to. Every Monday and Friday is cool with me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t return the favor but I am willing to give you a hand job.”

“That’s not necessary,” I said.

“I’d like to. I want to see what it’s like to feel another guys cock. Strip for me.”

I did and Jim jerked me off to a wonderful climax. Seeing my load spread out on my stomach he asked, “What does that shit taste like?”

“Well, it usually has a salty-sweet taste, but it can change depending on what the guy has had to eat. It is almost pure protein.”

“Damn!” he said.

I dressed and as he walked me to the door, he said, “Between the massage and the blow job, I’m feeling great. Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” I said. Then, to my shocked surprise, he hugged me.

“See you Thursday,” he said.

On Thursday when he delivered, he said softly, “Thinking about tonight has given me a huge boner.”

“It will have to wait,” I said.

That night and for the next two weeks we repeated the massage and blow job, then he’d jerk me off.

Then the next Monday arrived. After he had unloaded our order, he whispered to me, “We still on for tonight?”

“Of course,” I replied. “Why?”

“I’m really looking forward to tonight,” he said.

Before I could ask why, someone approached and we went our separate ways.

That evening, I arrived as usual and after letting me in and closing and locking the door, he said “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable with me now.”

“Sure,” I said and began stripping. Once i was totally nude he looked me up and down and smiled, but before I could ask what the smile was about, he had stepped up to me and had his arms around me and was kissing me. Not just a lip to lip kiss but a deep throat tongue kiss.

When we separated, I asked what brought that on.

“I wanted to see just exactly what gay men did together, so I rented a few gay movies. I never dreamed all that took place.”

“Oh, it does. I don’t know what all you saw the guys doing but I can guarantee there is probably more than what you saw.”

“I couldn’t believe guys were licking each others ass holes.”

“That’s called rimming. They not only lick the hole they fuck it with their tongue.”

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.

We discussed gay activities more and his cock was rock hard. Seeing his got me hard.

We soon were laying in bed and I decided to test him and see if he was really into kissing.

I rolled toward him and raised myself up and began tongue kissing him. As I did, I began to tweak his nipples then fondle his cock. He moaned as I did both. But he didn’t stop the kiss.

When we did separate, I said, “I think you like kissing.”

“I do. I always have, and kissing a man isn’t much different that kissing a woman.”

“I think men get into it much more that women do.”

“It seems that way with you,” he replied.

Soon, I was sucking his cock as he moaned in pleasure. /after getting my reward of his thick creamy cum and swallowing it, I pulled off and asked, “Would you like to see what being rimmed feels like?”

“Fuck, why not? Go ahead.”

I lifted his legs and as he held them for me I spread his ass cheeks and buried my face and tongue in his hole.

After a moment he said, “Mother fuck! Shit, don’t stop. That feels awesome.”

I ate his ass for several minutes as he moaned in pleasure. Slowly he lowered his legs and smiled at me. “Nice,” he said.

I lay back next to him and he leaned over and kissed me again. Then without warning, he quickly slid down in the bed and had begun sucking my cock.

“OH FUCK!” I exclaimed loudly.

Jim sucked me slowly and steadily and as I neared my climax I warned him. He kept sucking and seconds later I exploded into his mouth. There was one small gag before he took it all and swallowed.

When he pulled off, I said, “I damn sure wasn’t expecting that.”

“I saw how much you enjoyed it and decided I wanted to try it. To prepare myself, the last week when I’d jerk off, I’d cum in my hand and lick it up. Like you said, it isn’t bad.”

Later, before I left, I introduced Jim to his first sixty-nine and he loved it.

For a couple of weeks, we’d kiss, make out, and he even started rimming me as well as sucking each other.

Then, he said he wanted to fuck me if I’d let him. I said I’d love to have him fuck me. he did and enjoyed it. Then to my surprise he asked me to fuck him. I warned him of the pain but he said he wanted to get fucked. I obliged and by the time I climaxed he was enjoying it.

For the next year and a half we met every Monday and Friday and had wild sex, fucking, sucking and rimming each other. He had divorced his wife and admitted to me that he was totally gay and into men. He said now if someone makes a pass at him, he invites them to his sleeper. He said most are other drivers and quite a few were also married.

We still talk occasionally and once in a while I’ll meet him when he’s in town. He now drives for another company and has another trucker for a lover. They each knows the other plays on the road and I have had a three way with he and his lover on several occasions.

This is all true and only names have been changed.

THE END

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He could feel the brush of hair against his face. He could smell the heady scent of musky cock and balls, the smell of unwashed sweaty cock and balls. He couldn’t decide if he was dreaming this or if it were real as he began to stir under his bed sheets. His cock was raging hard but the confusion of where he was or what was going on still eluded him. He began to thrash his face back and forth, bumping into warm ass cheeks planted squarely on his face, the hair and the erotic male smell still filling his lungs.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he knew for sure he wasn’t dreaming. Muffled words tried to come out of his mouth as if he were trying to ask what was going on but the sweaty ass sitting on his face blocked their clarity. A familiar voice broke out as if in reply, ‘Smell familiar bitch?’ In the blackness he tried to recognize the voice. He now knew he was home in his bed but who knew what time it was or what was going on. ‘Seems like I was taken advantage of the other day.’ the voice continued. ‘Thought I would return the favor and take advantage of you now.’ Grant! It was Grant! ‘Holy Fuck, he knows it was me!’

Handcuffs clamped one hand and then the other and he could feel himself being pulled to the corners of his headboard and locked in place. He tried to wrestle Grant from his new position on his chest but couldn’t fight his auburn haired stud of a brother in law. Another clamp went down on his ankle and then the other. The pulling began again and soon his ankles joined his wrists on opposite ends of the headboard. He could feel his six foot frame break into a cold sweat and his heart began to rage wildly in his torso. He tried to fight but Grant was not to be beat tonight. His dark hairy ass was now fully vulnerable and exposed to Grant’s fury.

‘Look who’s wearing the handcuffs now!’ Grant chided. ‘Not so fun now it it?’ ‘I’ll be the first to admit that fucking your ass was amazing’ he continued. ‘I just don’t appreciate finding out that it wasn’t your sisters ass that I was fucking.’ He regretted the whole lousy thing now. Three days had passed and he thought he had gotten away with it. Seems like that wasn’t the case now. He kicked himself for sharing keys with his sister and her husband. Grant had now gained entry to his place and there was no one to come to his rescue. Revenge was about to be taken and it was clear from his now cuffed position just how that revenge would be played out.

Suddenly the terror of the pitch black room was filled with overhead light. There Grant stood with his pants shoved down below his waist and his flaccid hairy auburn cock hanging long and low with his balls. The beginnings of Grant’s strong hairy legs protuded where his shoved down pants and briefs still held up against his spread stance by the light switch. ‘Well look at the little sex pig now!’ Grant mocked. ‘All strung up and ready for market!’ ‘What does that mean?’ he said. ‘Well’ said Grant smoothly. ‘Market is where most people shop.’ ‘Seems like you are about to become the market special of the day little pig’ Grant spat. ‘Come on in boys.’ The door swung open and in walked three of Grants friends. He had seen them before and had been equally lustful over them like he had been over Grant.

‘The boys didn’t like my little story of what happened the other night.’ Grant shared. ‘They all agreed that it could only have been you that pulled this stunt on me.’ ‘I’m sorry’ he stammered. ‘Too late for that.’ volleyed Grant. ‘Tell it to your sister!’ ‘She was livid when she found out what had happened and what I had thought had been her.’ Grant yelled. ‘Be glad she hasn’t done the deductive reasoning that I have you bitch dog!’ He could feel himself growing sore from this awkward position and knew it was only going to get worse. ‘You only got a taste of what I can do to a tight ass’ trumpeted Grant. ‘I’m not in handcuffs now so you are gonna get the full force of my wrath you fucking pig.’ ‘My buds thought it would be a good thing to help me teach you a lesson about messing with me.’

With that they all began to strip out of their clothes. His cock sprang up into instant wood as buff bodies began to appear. All of Grants friends were baseball league buddies and had the bodies to prove it. He couldn’t squirm or break away in any way to protect his vulnerable hole. These guys weren’t here to be hospitable. They were here to exact revenge and get their nuts drained of any cum that might pleasurably find it’s way out. Two of his buds were shorter stocky Italian looking guys, ‘Italian Stallions’ to be sure. The one was a smooth dark haired, bubble butted catcher for the city league and the other was a hairy brick of a brunette with the whole razor stubble shadow and the dimpled chin. He recalled him playing the outfield. Low hanging balls and limp cocks swung between their legs as they continued to strip down. The other bud was the pitcher from the league. He was blonde, curly headed and hairy in all the right places. Blonde curls emerged that matched his curly head as his briefs slipped easily down his legs to reveal blond hairy balls and the longest flaccid uncut cock he had ever seen.

Grant, was his usual hot auburn haired self. He was poetry in motion as he finished taking off his pants and socks. He could immediately feel the weekness and lust for this man that had got him in this trouble to begin with. It was like watching a muscled lion ranging in the safari. Red hair shimmering everywhere under the overhead lighting. Grant wasn’t a big hairball of a bear kinda guy. He seemed to be blessed with ample hair but in all the right places. He was a buff muscular guy like his buddies and every bit a man.

The hairy brunette was the first to finish stripping and he immediately placed one hairy topped foot on the bed and stepped up unto the mattress. He ambled the uncertain terrain of the mussed up bed until he was squarely planted in front of him. His thick hairy legs straddled his torso. He then dropped to his knees. His ample muscular ass plopping down on his chest and his slowly rising cock and balls directly in his face. ‘Suck it pig.’ Joey commanded. He did as he was told and let the growing cock slide into his now open mouth. the manly aroma of his groin filled his lungs. Glancing over at the side table he could see that it was 3:30 am. These guys probably hadn’t even been to bed yet so that explained two out of four smelling like they were fresh from a gym or a game.

The blonde one was the next one to step up unto the mattress. He waisted no time in squaring off in front of his raised up fuck hole. He watched as Grant’s blonde buddy Steve began stroking himself to a full hard eight inches of solid blond cock jutting out from a bed of blonde pubic ringlets. As soon as his stiff cock was ready he spit on his ass and massaged it in and around his hole until it was wet and ready for the taking. With no gentle entry he forced his full cock deep into his ass until his hairy blond balls were flat against him and there was no where else to go but back out and in again. He screamed through a muffled mouthful of hairy cock from the dark haired outfielder that had been the first to his mouth. In earnest, the blonde began pumping his cock agressively in and out of his captive ass. Pain soon gave way to pleasure as his handcuffed ankles and wrists screamed against their bondage. He thanked himself in his own mind for having the good sense to place his mirrored dresser exactly where it was. There in the mirror was the miracle view of this blonde studs muscular legs and rippling ass contorting and relaxing as he pumped him like a piston.

He glanced again at the clock. It was now 4:39 am. He was now the posessor of three loads of cum planted vengefully within his gut via his very well used fuck hole. He was also the sloshy possessor of at least one load of hot piss from the bubble assed catcher and one mouthful of cum from the hairy brunette that was first in line for head and then ass for his second helping. All this time, Grant watched with a sneery grin. He was naked in all his auburn splendour, spread with legs over the arms of the lounge chair that sat off to the side of his bed, his big sexy feet swinging in rhythm to the sounds of his pals cock pounding abuse of his brother in law. Grant would bark an order from time to time to his buddies on what to do next or throw a jeery remark toward his captive brother in law.

The bubble assed catcher now positioned himself to take his ass for the second time. Watching in the mirror as his cheeks flexed into his exposed hole he could feel his own cum begin to build up to a climactic explosion as his insides reveled with the in and out action of the catchers cock nailing him like a drill looking for oil. The blonde positioned himself in front of his mouth and demanded a tongue bath of his cock after finishing his last fresh load of cum into his shackled fuck hole. He could smell his own scent all over the curly sweaty pubes of this still hard blonde cock. The catcher was now breaking into short quick breaths as his second load of cum would soon blow up into his gut. ‘Hang on Joey’ said the hairy brunette. ‘I wanna try something.’ With that said he layed beside him and then began lifting him off the bed and sliding under his back until he was positioned with his cock flapping inward against the hole that the catcher now occupied. ‘Pull out for a second’ said Brock. Joey reluctantly pulled out and Brock shoved his cock in. ‘Now slide it in with mine’ said Brock. Joey broke into a lustful grin and soon the in and out slide of two cocks were working his stretched hole to it’s limits. Brock and Joey moaned with the pleasure of not only having a good hole to fuck but the sensation of their cocks rubbing in and out against each other. They each shot a load within seconds of each other into his well used ass. The blonde pitcher soon followed and gushed into his mouth with a hot creamy load of jizz.

The three guys all pulled out of respective holes and began to unravel and exit the bed. He could feel the hot piss and cum trailing down his crack and unto his back in rivlets and making a hot wet puddle beneath him. ‘Ok Grant, he’s ready for you.’ Joey said. With that, the guys all leaned naked against the wall and waited for Grant to bring in the firework finale. Grant climbed up out of his reclined position with a raging hard on jutting out from the hairy mass of red pubes that covered his groin. He stepped up to the side of the bed and practically whispered to him. ‘I bet you won’t take advantage of me again.’ He was then climbing unto the bed with his hairy auburn legs and calves rippling as he stepped up and postioned himself over his brother in laws well used fuckhole. ‘This is for you Beth’ he announced. She would probably want to do this herself if she had a dick to do it with!’

He could feel his head spin as Grant then slammed his cock without warning into his waiting hole. Luckily enough the other three had opened him up or this would have been a painful entry. With relentless fury, Grant fucked and fucked. When he finally released his pent up sperm he drove each spasm with the force of someone trying to knock in a locked door. He could feel Grant’s cum as it joined the loads of seed his buddies had deposited before him. Watching Grant’s beefy hairy auburn ass drive into him was more than he could take and his own load finally blew from his cock and shot up into his own face and hair. Grant stood relaxed but still locked into his brother in laws ass. Soon that familiar evil grin broke over Grant’s face and he knew what was coming next. Torrents of piping hot piss began to jet into his already full hole from Grant’s deflating cock. With a final shiver and a last piss spasm, Grant pulled out and presented his cock to his brother in law for a good tongue cleaning.

When he was finished Grant bent down in his face and sneered. ‘Don’t you ever assume your sister’s identity again with me.’ ‘It’s now official and confirmed’ continued Grant. With that said Grant reached down to the floor and jostled through his jeans pocket. He pulled out a sharpie pen and began to write in bold script across his brother in laws torso. ‘Now I’m gonna leave you exactly like you left me.’ Grant spat. He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs that held his brother in laws ankles to his wrists. His legs flopped down and relief immediately waved over his lower body as he began to relax. His hands remained shackled to the headboard just as Grant’s had been left days earlier. The four buddies then began to dress. Soon they were striding out of the room with Grant taking up the rear, the clock now readying 5:29 am. Grant stopped, turned back and looked one more time at the lean muscular dark haired frame of his brother in law. ‘See you later pig!’ He then flipped the overhead light switch and plunged the room back into darkness. Just before the lights went out he looked down unto his body to read the writing now sprawled acrossed him. ‘Confirmed Identity: Bitch!’

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I am a twenty-seven year old gay male and have been since I was fifteen. I love all aspects of male sex and want it frequently, although that is not always possible. I am in sales and see quite a few hot men of all ages.

I had been living in my apartment for just over six months, when the vacant apartment next to me was rented. I watched the new tenant move and offered my help.

Introducing myself, I said, “Hi. I’m Mark Winters, your neighbor. You need any help?

“Hey, thanks, man. Always, and I’m Greg North.”

Greg was hot as hell, very muscular, and one guy of equal build helping him. With my help, we soon had Greg moved in and rested with a cold beer. As we paused, Greg removed his tee shirt, and all I could think about was how I might get him in bed for whatever he wanted.

That is until I found out he and his buddy were both city cops. I knew then that my chances were near zero.

Regardless, Greg and I became good friends. After a fer months, I told Greg that I was facinated by police work and loved the TV show, Cops, and asked if the police department allowed ‘ride along’. He said that they did but I’d have to apply at the division headquarters.

I did and requested to ride with Greg. My application was approved and a Date was set.

I had noticed that Greg eyed me a lot and was more friendly than normal, but knew that some people were just made that way.

When the day arrived, Greg said I could ride to the station with him for that day. I did and was with him in the locker room where he and other officers changed from civilian clothes into their uniforms. I was weak from seeing so many hot studs in their briefs showing nice bulges and Greg’s was one of the biggest.

I sat through roll call with him then e hit the streets. His shift was from two in the afternoon until midnight. It was a Saturday and he said on weekends we could expect anything.

About three, he got a call to go to a family disturbance. The report was that one brother had threatened another after a fight.

We arrived on the scene and as instructed, I had to stay with the vehicle. He took statements from witnesses and from the brothers. As he did, there was one neighbor that had witnessed the altercation and he was hot.

He was about twenty-five or so and lived in the house we were parked in front of. He was just over six foot tall and had dark blond hair, muscular build and nice smile. He was shirtless and his chest was covered with a nice medium coating of dark blond hair and his left nipple had a ring through it. For some reason, as I looked at him, he looked at me and our gaze locked.

When Greg finished interviewing him he casually made his way toward me. When he was close, he asked, “You a cop?”

“No, that’s why I’m staying over here. That officer is my neighbor and I’m doing a ride-along.”

“I’ve heard of those. I bet it’s interesting.”

“Well, I’ll find out. This is our first call.”

“I’m Clay Wallis,” he said, “and if I’m not being too forward, I’d love to get with you after today and get you to tell me all that happened.”

I had a feeling that he was putting the make on me but I wasn’t sure. If he was, I damn sure wouldn’t turn him down. His low slung jeans were tight and showed a nice bulge, and on his left bicep was a USMC tattoo.

“I’ll certainly think about it. How can I contact you?” I said.

“I’ll be right back.” He ran into the house and soon returned with a slip of paper with his name and phone number on it.

“Give me a call anytime,” he said.

“Will do,” I said.

Greg finished up and we left, returning to patrol duties. We made a few traffic stops, checked a suspicious activity call, finding nothing going on, and assisted on an assault call.

All during patrol, we talked, and I noticed that he frequently glanced over at my crotch and periodically would rub his. That was turning me on to no end. I told him about Clay wanting to hear about my day and asked if there were any rules about discussing it.

“You just can’t give any names or addresses out,” he said.

Suddenly, we got a call to return to the address of our first call.

“They’re fucking at it again,” Greg said.

Flipping on his lights and siren, we took off. Moments later we pulled up at the address, along with two other units.

The two brothers were hard at it, down on the ground, beating the crap out of each other.

Greg and the other officers got them separated and cuffed. As I watched and waited, Clay walked up.

“They are normally very peaceful but one found out the other has been fucking his girlfriend.”

“Well, that can cause an explosion,” I said. I noticed that the bulge in Clay’s jeans was more pronounced, and suddenly asked, “You have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?”

“None at all, why?”

“Well, I’ll call you if I’m free and we can meet and I can tell you about my day.”

“Hey, that would be great,” he replied. “I’ll be here.”

Greg and the officers finished up and the two brother were both taken to jail.

We left and moments later stopped a driver for DUI. The guy was so drunk he could barely stand up, much less drive. Greg arrested him and after a tow truck picked up his car we took him in and I got to see the booking process, or part of it.

After a while back on patrol, I told Greg that I needed a pee break. Laughing he said he did also.

Turning into a dimly lit alley behind an abandoned warehouse, he said, “We’re both about to break the law, or at least I am.”

He turned off the headlights and said, “I’m going to piss. You going to join me?”

Saying yes, I figured this was my chance to see how he was hung.

We got out and walked over to the building. I stood turned slightly to my right and he came up on my right and turned to his left. we both took out our cocks and began a long piss session.

I had been right about Greg. He was hung and very nicely, I might add. I couldn’t help but notice him checking mine out in the dim light.

We both took our time putting our cocks away before returning to the car.

As we pulled out of the alley, he said, “You do realize we both broke the law by urinating in public, don’t you?”

“Oh, yea, but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Laughing, he said “Deal.” Then a few moments later he said, “You know, there is a lot that goes on secretly between officers that others would be arrested for.”

“Oh? Such as?”

“I really shouldn’t have brought it up, but since I have, I’ll be honest. I’m sure you’ve heard how officers cover for each other, right?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Well, I don’t know of any officer that would cover up illegal drug activity or other serious crimes, but some have other indiscretions of a sexual nature that fellow officers keep to themselves.”

“May I ask what kind?”

“This is just between me and you, promise?”

“You have my word on it.”

“Well, some married officers have been caught cheating on their wives with other women,” he said and after a short pause added “and a few with men. Some single male officers have been caught with other male officers by other officers.”

“Having sex?”

“Yep,” he said.

“And the officers don’t report it?”

“No. The guys are excellent officers in every way and would give their life for you. Why ruin their life just because of their sexual preference?”

“I agree. I’m very open minded and feel that a man’s personal life shouldn’t be a condition for employment.”

“I feel the same way,” he said.

Opening the door, but not expanding on it I said, I’m no angel by a long shot.”

“Me either,” came his reply. Neither of us expanded on it or questioned the other, but we looked at each other, almost knowingly.

We finished the shift and returned to the stationed. After signing out, Greg and I headed home, stopping on the way for a late night dinner. Our conversations were light and avoided the sexual aspects we discussed.

Late Sunday morning I called Clay and we agreed to meet at his place at three.

“Come comfortable and cool. My air conditioning is acting up and I can’t get anyone out until tomorrow.”

“Got it,” I said. “How about if I bring a cold six pack?”

“Great,” he said.

I arrived back in the nice upper middle class neighborhood and park at Clay’s just before three.

He answered my knock wearing just a pair of short thin nylon gym shorts. Damn did he look hot.

“Make yourself at home. I apologize for the heat, so feel free to take off whatever you want to stay cool.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

We talked for a while and I found out that he was an accountant and single and had no girl friend. I filed him in on myself also telling him I was single also and no girl friend.

“So, tell me about your day on patrol,” he said.

I filled him in on everything, leaving out the sexual conversation. He thought it was wild that we pissed together in an alley.

As we talked, he was sitting across from me and periodically, I would get a small glimpse of the head of his cock. I knew he was going commando. I got brave and casually removed my shirt. I immediately noticed him checking me out.

We visited until almost six when he said, “Mark, why don’t you stay for dinner? I’m really enjoying your company.”

“Sure, if it won’t put you out any.”

“Not at all,” he replied.

We went to the kitchen and he began dinner with me helping all I could.

As we ate, a nice breeze began blowing and after we finished, he suggested we go out onto the patio and enjoy it.

With another beer in hand, we went out without turning on the light and he casually said, “If you weren’t here, I’d probably be sitting out here totally nude, trying to cool off.

“Hey, it’s your place. Do what you want. Besides, it wouldn’t offend me because I do the same a lot when I’m home.”

“You sure? You know you’re free to join me.”

“I know that,” I said, hoping he would strip off his shorts.

Seconds later he did, saying,”Man, that feels better.”

I calmly stood and removed my shorts. I was commando also, just in case.

Looking at me he said, “I love this. I see nothing wrong or indecent about us both being nude.”

“Neither do I.”

Then he smiled and said, “You know, you’re pretty well endowed. Have you ever measured it?”

“Once. It was fully hard and I was curious and it measured roughly seven and a half.”

“Nice. Mine is only seven.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said.

As we sat there we both began to get an erection. Soon, we were both completely boned. looking at each other, we began laughing.

Clay stood up and walked over to me then leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed, he began stroking my cock and I did the same to him. After the kiss, he asked, “Shall we go inside and take care of things?”

“Definitely,” I replied.

We went inside and to his bedroom and were soon in a hot sixty-nine. After devouring each others loads we again kissed. after the kiss, he said, “I was hoping for this when we first talked.”

“So was I,” I replied as I ran my fingers through his hairy chest. After more making out we rimmed and fucked each other. When I left, we had set a date for the entire next weekend at my apartment.

Then on Monday afternoon, Greg called me and asked if I was busy Tuesday night. He said he was off Tuesday and Wednesday and would like to have me over for dinner. I said Tuesday would be great, and that I would take off work early so we wouldn’t be rushed eating.

“Anytime after four-thirty will be great. Just in case I’m in the shower, the door will be open. Just come on in.”

I arrived a four thirty five and just went in. I heard him in the kitchen and walked in, finding him totally nude.

“Don’t you look cute?” I said. “I wish I had my camera.”

“Damn, I thought I had more time. I must have looked at the clock wrong.”

“Well, I didn’t know it was going to be this casual,” I said.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Hell, I’m a nudist at heart. I love being nude and live that with at home.”

“Really? So do I as you can well see.”

“Look Greg, If you’re okay with it so am I. Get your shower and stay nude.”

“You sure?”

“Hell yea,” I replied.

“Well, make yourself at home and I’ll be out in a few.”

“No problem,” I said. “Got a cold one in the fridge?” I asked.

“Yea. Help yourself,” he called back as he headed for his bedroom.

I soon heard the shower running and casually stripped off my clothes. I was sitting on the sofa, my feet on the coffee table, when he returned.

He was nude and said, “It make me glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to get nude also.”

“Greg, I’m very comfortable around you so that’s why I have a confession to make.”

“What kind of confession?”

“You remember our private conversation when i was on patrol with you and I said I wasn’t an angel?”

“Yea, why?”

“Well, I’ve been with many guys in my lifetime, both getting satisfied and satisfying others. I’m totally gay.”

“Man, am I ever gad to hear that. I figured you were from things I noticed when around you and the fact that you said you didn’t mind me staying nude. And just so you know, I’m one of the officers that got caught having sex with another officer. I’m gay also.”

“I thought as much from your comment,” I said.

“When I got caught, I was with not one but two officers. We were all on duty and it was on the back seat of my patrol car. We all had our pants down and I was on my hands and knees on the back seat. One was fucking my ass while the other was fucking my mouth.”

“Shit, man, what happened?”

“The officer that caught us had seen what was going on. He was married and bisexual. He watched a few minutes then walked up on us, his cock out and hard and stroking and told us to finish. After the two working on me both got their rocks off in me, we all stood up and he had me sit on the trunk of the car and he started sucking me. The other two took turns sucking him off. For several weeks he four of us would meet up and have sex until the first two were transferred to another area.”

“Do you sill get with the one that caught you?”

“Oh yea, occasionally. You remember the redhead that was there when we arrested the brothers?”

“Yea. Is that him?”

“Yep, and he thinks your hot.”

“I think he’s hot also. I’d love sex with him.”

“I can arrange it if you want me to.”

“Hell yea,” I said. “What would be hot is to have him just knock on my door, come in and take advantage of me.”

Greg just smiled then casually leaned over me and gently and lovingly tongue kissed me.

We had dinner then headed for the bedroom where we sucked and fucked each other until almost two the next morning.

Wednesday night about ten, there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my bathrobe and tying the sash around me, I answered the door.

There before me stood the redhead cop. Gently, he pushed me back in and closed the door. I knew Greg had called him.

He quickly opened my robe, pushing it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Neither of us said a word and he dropped to his knees, still in full uniform. He quickly swallowed my cock and sucked me to a magnificent climax.

Then after standing, he kissed me passionately as I rubbed his boner through his uniform. As we kissed, he removed his utility belt then dropped his pants. As I dropped to my knees, I gently pulled his briefs down to his ankles. There before me was a beautiful seven inch uncut cock sticking out of the most sexy red patch of pubic hair I’d ever seen.

I quickly swallowed his cock and brought him to his climax. His cum was delicious and i savored the taste before swallowing.

As he redressed he said, “Next time, I want your cock up my ass, got it?”

“My pleasure but when might that be?”

“You just never know,” he replied with a wink. With that, he turned and left.

Thursday night there was another knock on my door. The redhead cop was back. This time we fucked each other, me fucking him first. He insisted I fuck him without lube and bareback.

He was an awesome bottom and an even better top. He would stop by maybe once a week, always while on duty.

My weekend with Clay was awesome and Greg joined us Saturday night after he got off. It was unbelievable.

Clay and I became closer and closer,and Greg was frequently involved in our encounters.

One night, I looked at both of them and said, “Why don’t we make things easier and all buy a house together and move in together.”

“I can rent mine out,” Clay said. Before it was over, we had all agreed on the idea.

We found a house, bought it, and moved in together. It was out on the country and surrounded by woods, so we were free to go nude outside without the fear of being seen.

I found out the redhead cops name was Sean, and he frequently visited us.

Greg, Clay, and I have never really asked each other to be lovers but we each consider the other two as our lovers. We have a great relationship and always vacation together. We each have sex outside the house with others but we are always home with each other every night sharing one huge custom made bed. We’ve been together almost six years and my meeting Clay was just a chance meeting while with Greg, so it was only right that the three of us be together.

THE END

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