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  • Dave, Ollie and Others

    Connor ‘s wide dick was splitting open my hole as he slid in. He didn’t give me time to get used to him but pushed all the way in. He finally stopped when he was all the way in, and I quickly began to adjust. He smiled down at me, pure lust on his face.

    “You ready?” he asked, a smile crossing his face.

    I nodded and instantly regretted it as he began to fuck me hard. He was obviously not used to fucking a guy cause he wasn’t hitting in the right spots at first but I began to move underneath him and when he hit the right spot, I let out the longest groan. I began to feel the high of it and began to clench, milking his cock. He sighed and began to fuck even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. Although he wasn’t as long as my boyfriend he was much wider and was sliding across nerves that had never been touched before and I had never been harder. I began to jerk myself off and as I did, Connor began to fuck me from a different angle and nearly had me coming right then. I moaned as the feeling subsided and gave over to the feelings Connor’s wide cock was giving me.

    He flipped me over while he was still in me, so I was lying flat on my stomach. I pounded my ass so hard then that I knew I’d be sore in the next couple of days but didn’t care. I had never had someone as wide he was and was enjoying every second of it. I turned around to stare at him. His jet black hair was wet with sweat and his hot face was turning red, he winked at me. His pecs and abs were beaded with sweat and made him look that much hotter and his tan darker. I may love Ollie with all my heart, but I had to admit that I enjoyed the variation that I got. Ollie’s 12 incher, always giving me the best orgasms, was what ‘making love’ would be. But with people like Connor and Alec who were only interested in getting some ass, was always good as they would hit other spots I never knew existed and would give me that extra nudge over the edge. Connor was pushing me closer and closer quite fast and I couldn’t do anything about it. He was making me shudder and I let out a loud moan as I began to cum with out grabbing myself. My load hit the top of the bed and began to roll down, 4 more shots followed, it scattering over the messed up bed sheets. Connor watched and fucked a little faster, obviously ready to blow. When he did, he gave out a shout of “FUCK!” and I felt as he shot very powerful loads up my ass, filling me up.

    I stayed, still waiting for it to subside, milking everything out of his dick, until he lay on top of me. His dick began to grow soft as he pulled out. He gave me a quick smile and jumped up and bent over, his bubble butt parting to show me his hairless hole, to slip on a pair of underwear. He tucked his dick in to the pouch as he turned to me.

    “We took longer than I thought we would and I didn’t even get to take you in my ass.” He said, pouting.

    “Well,” I said staring at the front of his briefs raking my eyes up and down his body. “I’ll give you the extra cash back.”

    “No, keep it. That way I know I’ll get to meet you again soon.” He smiled.

    “Well if that’s you making an appointment. I’m free tomorrow?”

    “Tomorrow, here. I’ll look forward to it.”

    I hoped up and began to get dressed and pattered my pockets, making sure I had my phone and wallet and nearly had a heart attack when I couldn’t find my phone until I realised I left it at home having to use the check in desk’s phone to call up Connor. I walked out to the living room where Connor was still in his tight, super hot, black briefs with an open beer.

    “What’s the time anyway?” I asked, doing my belt up.

    He checked his watch and looked up with a lazy smile that made my cock jump.

    “Three seventeen. What?” He said as my smile dropped, realising Ollie was going to be home at 3 so I could finally release the blue balls he would’ve been having all night and day.

    “I was supposed to be somewhere by 3.”

    “Do you need a ride?” he asked hoping up.

    “No,” I said opening the door. “Thanks. I got my car outside. See you tomorrow!”

    I rushed to the elevator and as soon as it opened I pressed the LOBBY button continuously till the doors closed. The annoying elevator music made me feel more anxious than I already did. Ollie was never late to anything, if he said 3, he would be there by 3. He would get home expecting me to be lying on the bed ready to finally get him off to find that the apartment would be empty and he’d try to call to only find my phone charging in the kitchen. The doors opened and I rushed to my car parked outside. Crap. My phone. What if someone called to make an appointment and he picked it up? Or someone left me texts? What would he say? I knew I should’ve stopped this.

    I sped home, not caring if I got caught speeding. All in all a usual 15 minute ride took me about 7 minutes. Ollie’s car was in his spot, I pulled into my spot and jumped out and ran up the stairs. The apartment door was unlocked as I walked in, to find Ollie sitting at the kitchen bench with a bottle of wine. He jumped up when I walked in.

    “Where have you been?” he asked, not judgementally but an honest to god question.

    “I just went out when I got bored. I completely lost track of time so I sped home when I realised it was past 3. Might have gotten a few tickets.” I laughed.

    He jumped up to reveal he wasn’t wearing any pants, and was still wearing my briefs from this morning, his huge cock was making the briefs stretch as afar as they could and my mouth watered. I closed the door and checked my phone to only find I had 2 missed calls from Ollie along with a few different texts from a couple of friends. I was so relieved. I felt Ollie’s arms wrap around me and he put his head on my shoulders, grinding his underwear covers cock against my ass. He began to kiss from my earlobe down to the nape of my neck and back up, using his tongue to add more pleasure. On his third way down my neck, he stopped half way and bit down and began to suck on the skin, swirling his tongue as he sucked, marking me has his.

    All the thoughts I had had of telling Ollie about what I did left me as my dick grew, and began to grind my ass against Ollie’s fully hard dick. As Ollie finally stopped leaving me a huge hickey, I turned around and stared him in the eyes and smiled at those beautiful chestnut coloured eyes, and kissed him. Not a lust filled one like I had had with Connor, but one with passion and love. When we finished we were both completely out of breath and we both just stared at each other. I gave him a quick kiss and then grabbed him by his tie and dragged him to our room.

    I threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him, grinding my hips into his extremely hard 12 incher, and ripped open his shirt. I began to run my hands up and down his 8 pack abs meeting at his pecs and bit down hard on one of them, wanting to leave a huge hickey there. As I did, I ran my hands from his abs to his back and down to his brief covered muscle ass. When I grabbed it I moaned, remembering what drew me to him in the first place, seeing him bent over one day back in High School picking up his books that he had just dropped. It was very rare when I slid my 8 inch dick into Ollie’s super tight ass, but when I first did, he milked me from my first stroke, taking us less than a minute for me to cum in his ass like I was fucking someone for the first time. Although Ollie wouldn’t admit it but he was a born-to-be bottom and had a natural talent for it. So that ass gave off a kind of drug for me that not even his cock could supply me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it know but I was going to fuck that ass before the week was out, I’d make sure of that.

    I was still biting and sucking and I spot on Ollie’s left pec when he pulled me up and began to gave me a kiss that had me ripping of both of our underwear and jerking the top of his dick quickly. When we broke apart I instantly slipped the head of his dick into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. His cock jerked weirdly and I knew I had drawn him close to exploding. I knew Ollie could fuck me no matter how many times I had made him blow his load and release I decent amount of cum, but the first one always had the most and with the most power when he shot which is what I always liked since we began to fuck each other casually in High School. I stopped, waiting for his load to go down, and then began to slowly work his cock in my mouth, he let out along moan and grabbed my head and jammed me right down without thinking to the root of his dick.

    We may have been together for 2 years and casually fooling around for nearly 5 years, but I still was not able to take his 12 incher all the way down with out choking. My reflex kicked in but I settled it down quickly, just in time for Ollie to face fuck me. He began off quickly, sliding the head of his dick a couple of inches up and down my throat, but began making it drawn out and long. He would draw his cock all the way to my lips and would then jam it quickly back down my throat. When Ollie was about to cum I tightened my throat around the head of his deck and felt his cock jerk and his breath catch, and then he came. The first shot went straight down my throat and I could feel the strength of the shot. He began to shoot more and more his hips grinding around, his body in ecstasy. He had always tasted good, and I never had a weird after taste when I took his load in my mouth and this time was no exception. He came about nine times, after a day of being continuously teased and not allowed to cum, and my mouth still continuously filled with more and more afterwards.

    I pulled his dick out of my mouth, which was only now beginning to turn soft, and it slipped out with a soft ‘pop’. I looked up at Ollie who was breathing heavily and had his eyes closed. His body doing jerks every now and then, showing how powerful his orgasm actually was. I trailed my tongue from his dick, up to his abs and across every single one till I reached the space between his pecs and rested my head on his left pec, eyeing off the super red hickey I had only just given him. His breathing finally returned too normal and I looked up at him to find out he had fallen a sleep. I laughed and jumped up, rubbing my hands across my aching boner and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to grab a drink when my phone rang. I checked the caller id to see ‘Unknown number’. Another new client? I answered it.

    “Hello?”

    “Hey Dave, that’s you right?” Connor’s voice spoke back.

    “Yea its me. What’s up?”

    “Well, I know we said I can meet up tomorrow, and I still can but I was speaking to Alec and he has wet dreams about the blow job you had given him the other day and wants to know if he can join us, and how much will he have to bring?”

    I let it sink in that I was going to have a threesome with a super hot rower and beautifully built swimmer.

    “Um. Nothing, I’ll do it for free.”

    “What? Really? You sure? He can pay.”

    “No,” I said smiling, rubbing myself. “It’s fine. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

    “Yes, I do too.” He said in his sexy voice.

    He hang up and I put my phone back on it’s charger.

    “Who was that?” Ollie asked from behind me, suspiciously.

    “Ah.” Shit, why hadn’t I heard him come in? “Just a client looking for a house inspection tomorrow.”

    “Why did you say you would do something for free?”

    “I usually charge clients an inspection fee to say what I have to sell. You should no that Ollie.” I laughed awkwardly.

    “Why aren’t you gonna charge it?” He asked opening the fridge for a beer, now longer interested but carrying on the conversation.

    “He is a friend of a friend.”

    “Oh ok.” He closed the friend and turned around with a smile. “So he is hot?”

    “What?” I giggled.

    “You didn’t even drop an inspection fee for your own mother, this guy must be super hot.”

    “Well, I guess he is.” I said, grabbing Ollie’s naked ass and pulling him closer. “But nothing beats my boyfriend’s looks.”

    “Am I allowed to come see this client of yours, see what I’m beating in the hotness scale?”

    “Um, I’m not sure.”

    “Why, do you want him all to yourself? Planning to have some fun in his bed?” he joked, kissing my forehead.

    “We’ll see, how ’bout that?”

    “Ok.” He smiled. “Is he gay?”

    “Yea, so is my friend.”

    “Well I’m definitely coming. We haven’t hung put with a gay couple for a year now. I’m sure your friends wouldn’t mind. He smiled and walked to the bathroom.

    I knew that Ollie would plan to come with me tomorrow, so I sent a text to Connor: ‘Hey, Connor, its me david. My BF thinks I’m inspecting ur house tomorrow and wants to come meet u and ur friend as I told them ur hot, is that ok? U never know u may have sex with my BF tomorrow, see you then.’

    I was walking back to the bedroom when I got a reply text from Connor.

    ‘Send me a pic of what he looks like. Whats his stats?’

    Luckily I had a photo of Ollie naked on my phone so I sent that on to Connor with only important stat Connor will care about:

    ‘His dick is 12 inches.’

    I sent it off, and almost instantly got a another reply from him, I could just imagine him freaking out over my boyfriend coming to see him as I read it.

    ‘Holy shit, I cant wait!’.

    I walked into the bedroom to find Ollie perched on the bed still naked. He looked up at me when he was settled, playing with his dick.

    “Round 2?” he asked.


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  • The Christmas Flight

    David stood in line waiting to board his flight back to Nashville, Tennessee and hopefully to a wonderful white Christmas. He had been lucky enough to get an ‘A’ boarding pass so that meant he would pretty much have his pick of seats on the flight. He always tried to grab a window seat, in case he got tired and wanted to nap off the three plus hours it would take to get home from the western side of the states. The work week had been busy and he was ready to doff the tie and dress slacks for a good pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

    David stood out in the cattle-like que of people waiting to get on board. He was tall, well built with vivid blue eyes and a clean cut chisled face. His natural good looks were framed by dark curly hair neatly cut in a professional style but still playful enough to not give a stuffy impression. His assistant affectionally nicknamed him ‘GQ’ and she couldn’t have been more accurate. His solid silk tie matched his eyes and was a perfect compliment to his dark blue suit and crisp white shirt. Tiny Christmas trees with red ornaments, tastfully patterned his his dark blue dress socks, giving just a suttle hint to his more playful side. His deep brown Bostonian slip on shoes were polished and as clean cut and impecable as he was.

    No one would ever guess that deep within this self assurred business professional was a wild perverted wild man. His custom suit held secrets that were not visible to the roving eyes of his fellow passengers. Unless you were ogling the hell out of his crotch you would have never known that his cock and balls swung free behind the thin suit fabric of his dress pants. David always went commando and loved the feeling of expensive fabrics against his eight inch cock and his hairy balls. No one would have ever imagined that on his blackberry phone were naked pics of not only himself but of some of his hottest fuck buddies and even some of them together.

    As the desk announcer began to drone on about boarding procedures David looked up casually from his folded newspaper to scan the boarding area for the hottest men that would join him on this flight. A hot young surfer looking man in much too light clothing stood waiting in shorts and flip flops. His tan legs were brushed with blonde hair that stood out like bold type letters against white paper. ‘Beautiful’ thought David. In the row beside him stood another businessman like himself except this one was in a gray suit with rugged good looks set against a green and white striped tie and deep neatly cut auburn hair. David could feel his groin twitch a little at this one!

    David picked up his long winter coat and draped it over his arm and picked up his laptop carry-on. He disappeared down the corrider and into the waiting plane. As he approached the door of the plane a dark haired, dark eyed stewardess smiled in great appreciation of his entry to the plane. He smiled back in sincere appreciation of her as well but gave no invitation to her in his glance to egg on her flirtation. a blond wavy haired pilot stood just inside. Their blue eyes locked upon discovering each other and David made no hesitation in letting his ‘gaydar’ do the talking. To a normal passenger, nothing was noticeable but to the two of them, undressing and all kinds of sexual acts began to play out in their minds as their worlds briefly passed each other.

    David was soon settling into a window seat about six rows back. His carry-on safely stowed above and his long winter coat neatly folded over his lap. He made no obvious sign that he was in a hurry to get seated but time was money. This was his favorite part of the whole air travel experience. Board early and then watch the parade of hot men saunter by enroute to their own seats. This flight seemed to be blessed with some amazing men. It was like opening that box of chocolates from a well wishing client and looking at all the many samplings available to his pleasure. Young jovial athletes fresh from sport tournaments, the blonde surfer dude, the auburn haired businessman were a few that marched by his secretive but lustful gazes. A set of Christmas sweatered college twins that would have been perfect tucked on either side of his large bed at home, a back to nature backpacking stud of a man and a silver haired father of three with the Barbie doll wife to boot came next. From his round window he looked out at the muscled airport baggage men, strong arms and legs rippling and rugged faces hidden behind sporty sunglasses. They seemed to be minding their own business but he knew very well that some were as lustful as he and were probably ogling his framed face in the window as much as he was ogling them.

    The stewardess made the usual announcement about taking the first available seat. David began to sweat this last detail. A plump grandmotherly, gray permed lady had taken the aisle seat on his row. That left the center seat up for grabs. David’s mind willed every hot man that entered to take that seat but no one did. He prayed that some fat sweaty guy wouldn’t take it or even some flirtatious ‘m-r-s’ degree seeking desperado. It seemed that no one would end up beside him and he felt a little sad and yet a little grateful that he would be able to stretch out a little more than usual. It seemed that the plane was settled and ready, yet the flight crew waited and watched the door for what seemed to be a few more last minute passengers.

    The dark haired stewardess, with a renewed lust in her eyes greeted the running steps of one last passenger. It was like waiting for Christmas itself to see who this last person would be. David gulped as the panting, laughing man boarded and then turned and began coming down the aisle. In front of David was the most beautiful man that had yet to parade unto this waiting plane. He was dark haired like David with a short straight hair cut and an athletic build that heaved from his sprint to catch the flight. He too was in a business suit. His dimpled grin was melting every person he passed as if he was some sort of god come to bless the whole lot of them. David laughed to imagine what sort of reception this ‘god’ would have received if he had been any less desirable and had passed these same people.

    A voice from behind directing the man to the seat beside David, announcing it to be the last on the plane. The grandmotherly lady looking ten years younger beamed up at him and stepped into the aisle to let him grab the center seat. David pulled back his legs and folded his coat further to himself to make room for the guy as well. A perfect white grin with those deep hot dimples smiled at him as the guy brushed into place and practically fell into David’s lap in his attempt to hit the middle seat. A perfect round bubble ass covered in suit material greeted his hungry eyes. A wave of the most wonderful heat and cologne hit David as the man fell into place. He fumbled with his coat and spread his legs to shove his carry-on under the seat before him. His straight hair falling into his face as he shoved and manuevered. David could feel his bodyheat pouring into him for a brief moment as their legs collided. When all was settled the dimpled grin came up for air, every hair falling back in perfect place and a hand shoving out at David. ‘I’m Seth,’ he announced. ‘Looks like we’re buds for the flight home bro!’ ‘I’m David’ said David with just a hint of stammer. ‘Nice to meet you.’ Seth then turned and warmly greeted the elderly lady to his left and was met with school girl giggles and a return greeting from ‘Ethel.’

    David thanked the god of gaydom for putting Seth beside him. This flight was gonna be hot hot hot!

    David and Seth took up like old school chums and went through all the conversation topics that are the normal fair of traveling people. David memorized every word he spoke. His voice was that hot sexy Matthew Macaugnehey kind of voice with just a slight twist of an accent that made it even sexier. Seth began pulling at his neck and was soon freed of a vibrant red silk tie. Sweat sealed portions of his white shirt to his damp sweaty chest. David could see that the guy didn’t even have a t-shirt under his button down. He could feel a tightness grow in his groin with this new discovery. Seth bent down again between his legs and shoved up once again to David’s leg. He folded his red tie into his carry-on bag. David couldn’t help but see the white shirt against his v-shaped back go flesh colored as the sweat stuck to his muscled back.

    David had learned that Seth was married. He had a beautiful wife and three strapping boys from the age of seven to fifteen. He had seen all the pics in his wallet, including one of him and his family on the beach, him and his boys all clad in just swim shorts. Seth’s smooth perfect torso was incedible looking with the sun beaming down on him and the fruit of his cock gathered around him like arrows in a quiver. Seth ribbed David about being single and heaped praise on him for managing to fight off the girls that must flock around him. David turned red and laughed but deep inside all he heard was the compliment that Seth had indirectly tossed his way. Their conversation went on for a whle and then settled into moments of silence. The silence seemed like eternity to David but he fought himself to fill the moment and seem desperate to keep Seth engaged.

    After a few more start ups of conversation and a few thousand feet up in the air, the two of them began to settle in for the flight ahead. David closed his eyes and placed his long coat over his body like a blanket. ‘I love to nap on planes’ said David. ‘So do I! said Seth. ‘I usually beat everyone to the plane for that reason too so I can get a window seat but my last flight was so delayed there was no way to do it this time.’ Silence fell between them again. In mock rest David closed his eyes but kept his head turned more toward Seth. Seth leaned back his seat and pulled his coat over him like a blanket too. The jostling of the plane in the turbulance would sometimes knock their legs against each other. David, lay as lingering and as relaxed against the muscled leg of Seth as he dared before shifting and pulling away again. Each new bout of turbulance would begin the game again. David would have to make sure to put his coat on before exiting. He could feel his hard cock pouring precum into the fabric of his crotch.

    Every now and then David would open his eyes and look over at Seth. His profile was perfect. A long deep chin gave him a strong model look. David discovered that in addtion to the dimpled cheeks, Seth also had a divet in his chin to make a perfect triangle of complete irresistable charm. He found himself missing the dimples though and longed for Seth to turn and smile at him again. David imagined Seth’s full manly lips kissing his wife and wishing they were kissing him instead. Once in a while Seth would open his eyes and David would quickly close his and allow Seth to enjoy the same lavished gift of private reflection upon himself. David could practically feel the heat of Seth’s stare and then dare himself to open his eyes to find Seth with his closed again. After a while, David just satisfied himself with the close proximity of this hot family man. He didn’t try to keep from letting their legs touch anymore. David just relaxed and let them fall together. Was it his imagination or was Seth doing the same?

    The sunset soon gave way to utter dark and the cabin fell dark as well. The sensation of being close to Seth became even more enhanced as sight gave over to hearing, touch and smell. The scent of Seth’s hard worked body and his cologne still wisped David’s way every now and then. The deep breathing of Seth’s supposed sleep felt like music to David. The ragdoll jumble of leg against leg gave way like the tide on a beach, neither of them holding back or respecting personal space. David slipped off his shoes and the cool air of the cabin refreshed him a little and heightened his sexual desire. Seth must have sensed David removing his shoes and as soon as the jostling turbulance began it’s dance again, Seth removed his shoes and repostioned his sock foot closer to David’s

    David’s eyes flew open and he had to stop himself from jolting. Seth’s bare sock foot was now edging just a little over his own. The heat poured into him like whiskey making its way to his gut and warming every part of him in some way. He looked over at Seth, his eyes were closed and by all appearances he was fast asleep. More turbulance, more shift, David flexed his toes under the weight of Seth’s hot foot and was rewarded with a morris code like response from Seth. Ethel had nodded off into her breasts and snored lightly above her doubled chin. The noise of her seemed to give David more confidence and he slid his toes under Seth’s sole back and forth like a carress. Seth responded back in kind and rubbed his foot over the top of Davids and even a little up his pant cuff. David could feel lightening explode in his body and the precum continuing to pour into his pants along his belt line.

    David double checked to see if their coats were covering them. The stewardess stopped and asked for drink orders but soon passed assuming the trio to be sleeping sound. ‘Well, maybe Ethel,’ mused David. ‘Definately not him and it appeared not Seth either.’ As their hot socked feet began to tangle in obvious firtation David grew bolder and pressed his leg into Seth’s. Seth returned the message with equal force. Soon David could feel a strong hand grasp his leg and begin petting it like a lapdog. Soft strokes back and forth under their winter coats pleasured David into a dizzy frenzy. He folded his leg up and peeled his sock off and then did the same with his other. He then rejoined Seth’s feet now barefoot. Seth’s hand went away from David’s thigh and soon Seth’s bare feet were again rubbing over David’s. David in turn exchanged position with Seth and could now feel the hairy toes and soft hair of Seth’s upper foot under his sole. Seth’s hand found David’s leg and worked up and down his inner thigh all the way up to his balls. David in turn reached over and began stroking Seth’s strong legs in response.

    Seth’s hands roamed up to David’s belt buckle and with a fluid rehearsed movement managed to release his belt, unbutton his pants and pull his fly slowly down. David’s throbbing cock leaped out from it’s prison and swiped precum over Seth’s palm. With a quick glance around, David confirmed the unobserving passengers around them. The flight crew was nowhere in sight. David planted his feet firmly and raised his tight muscled ass up off his seat and quickly pulled his dress pants down from his body and didn’t stop until they were below his knees. Seth’s responsive hands immediately took to David’s exposed body and rubbed his right hand over every inch he could reach and explore. David could feel Seth’s toes lock unto his pants and pull them completely down and off of his feet. David was now naked under their long winter coats from the waist down.

    Seth’s hands disappeared and soon he could sense Seth’s raised hips and the movement below the coats. Seth reached and pulled David’s hands over to the center seat and placed it directly on the thickest uncut cock David had ever had the pleasure of touching. David reached with his closest foot and discovered Seth had managed to get his pants off as well and they were now both naked under the coats from the waist down. With their closest hands and feet they explored, stroked and touched each other. The restrained and discreet passion they gave to each other made it even more erotic and sensual. David pulled his tie from his shirt and crammed it into his coat pocket. He could feel Seth working the buttons of his white shirt and slowly releasing a path up to David’s chest with each new conquered button. David in return did the same.

    David stroked up to Seth’s smooth chest, down to the soft trail that led into the mountain of dark pubes and the thick uncut cock, over his balls and down to his knees. Seth did the same to him and both lay as if fast asleep, using only their sense of touch to run hands up and down each other’s bodies. David then moved his hands away for a moment and reached into his front coat pocket. He pulled out a small travel size tube of shea butter lotion and placed a dab into his palm and rubbed it in. Seth caught his breath as David’s lubed hand stroked over his rock hard cock. He shoved the tube into Seth’s roving hands and he did the same. Soon the two of them were permeated with the scent of shea butter and the pleasure of well lubed cocks. It took all of their determination not to verbalize their new pleasure.

    David looked intently now into Seth’s eyes and the silence of their locked gaze said everything. David came first and Seth soon followed suit. David began to panic as the scent of cum joined the scent of the shea butter but no one around them seemed to notice. With his toe Seth picked up a sock and dragged it up to David’s lap. David did the same for Seth. They soon wiped down the mess that had spewed over their hands, bellies and arms. Seth grinned and brought his sock up to his face and inhaled the cum and even licked some of it off. When he looked down at the Christmas tree design on David’s sock in his hand he almost laughed out loud but managed to only mouth a ‘Merry Christmas’ to David’s evil embarrassed grin.

    For the next hour they managed to collect their socks with their toes and get them back on. Somehow they managed to get their pants back at least up to their knees. The wet cum that now permeated each other’s sock made David instantly hard again. It must have had the same effect on Seth. They were soon stroking off each other for a second time. After a second round of silent mind blowing cumming they each pulled off the dry sock they each had left and started the clean up again. The pilot announced that they would land in about an hour. The two of them slipped cum soaked socks into dress shoes and began zipping and buttoning back into their business attire, grinning at each other like school boys getting away with murder. The process was painstakingly slow but not a person suspected or wondered about the two of them.

    Once they were dressed, Seth motioned for David to bend down as if getting something out of thier bags. As they both bent over, Seth reached over and gave David a slow and tender kiss and then sat back up into his place. The warmth of his wet lips put David almost into a trance. Soon the plane was on the ground. Seth took David’s hand under their coats and laced his fingers in between David’s and squeezed. They sat there and talked as they taxied into the terminal holding hands and pressing legs passionately against each other. As the lights came up they both put on coats. Ethel roused from her hibernation and began rustling for her belongings. ‘Sorry I fell asleep boys’ she said. David and Seth laughed together and assured her that it wasn’t a problem at all and wished her a Merry Christmas.

    As they put their coats on Seth offered up a business card to David. David followed suit and did the same. They talked as if they were strangers making chit chat and followed each other off the plane. Seth followed Ethel off the plane, David followed Seth. Once they reached the end of the corridor, Seth turned and winked at David and then disappeared into the busy Christmas crowd enroute to his waiting family. David tried to keep him in his view but soon lost him. He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and felt the business card and his tie. He pulled them both out and to his suprise a bright red silk tie was there instead of his blue one. He checked his other pocket and nothing was there. He smiled to himself and folded the tie neatly back into his coat and said a silent thank you to Seth for the new tie and a wonderful Christmas flight. Somewhere Seth was stroking the blue tie that he had slipped into his own pocket as if touching a cherished lover.


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  • The New Ranch Hand

    I had been raised on the ranch since my father took over for my grandfather, it was a sprawling expanse of many many acres the spread into to miles of ranch.

    It was mainly a cattle ranch with so many head of Hereford (White faced) cattle and Black Angus that it was impossible to count them all, as well as show and rodeo horses, god only knew how many cattle my father owned.

    My name is Kyle and I was just fourteen when my Grandfather developed Alzheimer’s disease and my Grandmother turned the ranch over to my Father who was her only child, and father just took over and continued the enterprise.

    We were located not far from the Texas state line but yet still in Oklahoma.

    I had been devoutly aware of men since I was of the age to know what a hard-on was for.

    The big house was where I lived and the bunk house was about two hundred yards from the main house, and was almost like a Motel set up,,, each one of Dad’s hands had his own little Room set up.

    It was A nice room with all the comforts of home, a little stove, a refrigerator, living room space T.V. DVD player, and their own shower and bathroom, it was really a nice set up.

    I guess you might say that those Ranch hands brought me into manhood. In more ways than just ranching.

    I was about fourteen when I found out about “beating my meat” I had already found out that when it’s hard it felt good to just rub it and it felt exciting and ticklish and really good, but I had not realized that if you keep stroking it, it will blow what you called sperm, later I found out its what men call their cum,,, but I was just a kid yet.

    My mother had always cooked a big meal for the hands and they would come to the house for supper and then do whatever they wanted to or had to do.

    It was after supper one night, I guess I was about sixteen at the time, that I noticed Tony, a ranch hand from south Texas, sorta Spanish or Latino looking, dark complected and quite good looking.

    He finished up his supper and we walked out of the big house, he smiled at me and said, “I’m going to take a shower, you can come over if you’d like.”

    To which I responded “I’ll think about it?”

    Tony had been gone about twenty minutes when I decided he was probably done with his shower by now, so I wandered over to the bunk house and just went it.

    I noticed Tony wasn’t in the main room of his bunk room, I saw the light on in the bathe room and the door was slightly ajar.

    I walked over and heard this moaning sound,”Aw Fuck man, Aw shit!” and I looked in and saw Tony standing there in front of the commode, head back, his eyes were shut, he didn’t see me, he was naked, having finished his shower with a very hefty uncut cock in his right hand, his left hand was on his left thigh, all the muscles in his awesome looking body was tight and set, rigid, and he was slightly hunched down as he very rapidly stroked his thick cock, he was pumping it like it was an automatic weapon, I stood there with my mouth open and just ogled that awesome cock, it’s foreskin slipping back and forth rapidly, and that shiny bright reddish pink head leaking this clear liquid, I was astounded at how angry his cock looked, and then he grunted, his body started jerking, “Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!, and his cock started shooting out this pearly white thick liquid that hit the mirror on the wall over the commode, it was amazing.

    Tony squeezed his come covered hand around his thick uncut cock, getting out the last remnants of his load, and I let out a gasp as he raised it to his mouth and sucked it off his hand.

    I was astounded as he looked over to me and smiled, as he licked the final little dabs of cum from his hand.

    He looked over at me and noticed I was staring at him as he did this, and winked.

    Tony Walked over to me and just reached up and placed his hand on my shoulder and reached down with the other hand and brushed and rubbed my crotch, I felt feelings go through my young body like I had never felt.

    I stood there spell bound as he rubbed my cock and it was growing to its full six and a half inches, it was fairly thick for my age too.

    When Tony felt my hard-on through my jeans he smiled and said, feel’s really good, to which I just looked at his handsome face in a lustful mood, and said, “yeah I know” his hand felt so awesome.

    Tony led me to the chair as he undid my Levi’s and I felt them drop tot he floor as he set me back in the chair, slipped off my white briefs and took my hard-on in his hand, stroked it a few time, I was in a trance as he leaned over and took my bone hard dick into his mouth, the feeling was incredible.

    I let out a gasp at the first sensation and Tony began to work my young cock over with passion, and fervor, I was in a young man’s heaven with the bliss and rapture of the first suck job of my life.

    I felt like my nuts would go deep into my body as I got like stone rigid and felt my rock hard cock sliding in and out of Tony’s hot, wet mouth

    Damn, I never wanted that feeling to end it was so phenomenal.

    The I felt that churning down deep inside my balls and lower body, I knew I would be feeding my cum to Tony if he didn’t back off, Which I must say he didn’t and I was soooooo very glad, because that feeling of getting sucked off and shooting my load into his mouth and feeling his tongue working my cock over and watching as Tony gulped my cum was out of this world.

    I went back tot he house like a new person and I was from that day on.

    That scenario happened several times a week after that in which time I was taught the are of performing that same act on Tony and that first time he shot his cum into my throat, I thought I would gag but I didn’t, I loved it and the feeling of making my loving buddy cum was incredible.

    Tony became my best friend, but as all things do it came to an end when Tony went into the Military and went off to Desert Storm.

    I was eighteen when I got the great pleasure of finding another guy to have sex with.

    His name was Chris, he was an Oklahoma Rodeo rider retired at an early age, he was gorgeous. I saw him that first day when he came to do an interview with my dad, we sat at the kitchen table and he gave my Dad his credentials and resume, he was an expert horseman, and cattle man out of Oklahoma, raised on a ranch like me.

    I was awe struck at Chris, he was built like a bulldozer. thick muscular veiny arms. legs thick and tight in his jeans, trim waist and I finally saw his stomach one day as he came out of the Bunkhouse buttoning this flannel sleeveless shirt.

    I went weak in the knees as I smiled at Chris and ogled his ripped abs and his trim waist. he was almost perfect and I already knew I had the hots for Chris.

    Chris was about twenty six or seven, and had a close almost burr haircut, and wore a tan Stetson, that had a few miles on it from several years of hard work.

    Well truth was My Dad made Chris a foreman and I was always very glad to work with Chris doing whatever I could, but mostly just to be with him, I loved working with Chris.

    Whether or not Chris was into guys remained to be discovered as of yet.

    It was starting to get a little chilly heading toward Fall and I was walking one afternoon toward the barn closest to the house.

    Beside the Barn was this little leantoo sort of building with a buzz saw that was used to cut logs to length and then split for fire wood.

    I heard the saw being used, and I knew it wasn’t my father, him and Mom had gone up to Oklahoma City to do some shopping for Mom, and was to be gone a couple days.

    I went into the shed and there was Chris in a Grey T-shirt sawing some young trees into firewood.

    “Hey Kyle, what’s happening, I thought you would be gone with you Mom and Dad.”he said.

    “Fuck no man, I hate shopping, I would rather be here with you guys working or something.”

    Chris smiled.

    “Would you like some help with the wood?” I asked.

    “Sure I’d love a chance to work with you today, and maybe get to know you a little better,” he said.

    I just watched his arms as his thick muscles pulled and sawed and his thick legs, god he was awesome looking, I was feeling such a sexual vibe and attraction to Chris I didn’t know if I could contain my emotions.

    My cock was aching and I wanted to suck Chris off so badly my stomach was aching, and I just thought I had never even seen Chris’s cock yet, but I didn’t care if it was the size of a peanut or a horse dong, I wanted Chris.

    I stopped and walked over in front of Chris and he smiled, “Something I can help you with Kyle?” he said.

    “Well Chris Don’t get mad, but, WELL, I want to feel you,” I said like a stupid kid.

    “Fell me, Sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” he responded.

    I reached out and touched his thick muscular as he stood there with a little grin on his face.

    I rubbed his thick chest muscles and then my hand went down to his abs and rubbed them, the sweat was glistening on his stomach muscles as I lifted his shirt and almost passed out at the sight of his awesome lightly hairy chest and stomach.

    I was almost shaking from the excitement as I notice his face watching me, yet letting me proceed.

    Chris reached over and shut the saw off, and said, “Kyle, Is touching me all you want to do, I’m getting these vibes from you,”

    It was at that moment that I let my right hand reach down and rub his bulge in his crotch.

    I noticed a smile on his face as he let me enjoy what I was doing. I was not almost gone away into a trance as Chris let me undo his Levi’s and unzip them.

    I opened them as he looked into my eyes.

    I was in heaven, for so many weeks I had wanted to do just this and now, WOW!!!!

    I opened Chris’s trousers as he set back on some logs and I pulled them down a little and there before me was this thick huge cock tenting the white material of his White Hanes Briefs.

    I reached over and as he looked into my face and smiled, “well if that’s what your after, it’s all your’s” Chris said.

    I reached up and took the elastic and pulled it out and freed the sleeping monster, Chris’s cock was gorgeous, he was at least eight inches of the thickest cock and I had thought Tony’s was thick, it was straight, bone hard and the foreskin just covered about half of his manhood.

    “Well do you approve?” Chris said.

    “Fuck yeah, I hope you like getting it sucked, cause I love to suck cock.” I said.

    “Fuck yeah Kyle, it’s just about my all time favorite to do,”

    I leaned down and I heard Chris’s deep voice moan as I took about six inches of his hard-on into my mouth at tried getting it down my throat, “AWE FUCK!” he said. and I began to work on that gorgeous perfectly shaped head, I had sucked and licked and swirled my tongue around that head and felt his hot ass as it began to thrusting upward into my mouth, I knew he was liking what I was doing.

    I was massaging his thick oval nuts as I brought Chris to a mind shattering climax, it was so thick and big that I gagged trying to get it all down my throat and swallowing his load.

    I was just happy with Chris’s load in my mouth and down my throat, but Chris was one of those kind of guys. that don’t leave his lover unsatisfied.

    Chris still naked from the waist down, stood up grabbed me, and lay me back on the logs.

    I had never experienced anything like it before but he lifted my legs up and dove face first into my asshole and I felt the feeling of getting a rim job and my asshole tongued for the first time, I thought I would tear the bark of those logs there in the shed.

    I felt like if he had kept it up I would have blown my nut just getting my asshole eaten.

    But not to be outdone, Chris’s hot wet mouth came around and began to suck on my nuts and then he took my cock to the hilt into his mouth and sucked me off I felt his hot mouth drink all of my man juice down like it was a milkshake.

    Well there was no doubt about it, Chris and I made passionate love on many occasions after that, but before that week was up I got to feel the wrath of Chris’s thick cock as he took me to a new place of having my asshole impaled on that gorgeous cock of his and before he was finished I felt like a baby spider Monkey laying on my back under Chris with that awesome cock balls deep inside my body, and I had my legs wrapped around Chris and was fucking him as fast as he was fucking me. God it was fantastic.

    Well I was totally thrilled with Chris,our new Ranch Foreman. and I just loved the way he handled my body, he was good at everything he did, and he definately knew his way around a bed with a guy in it beside him. I plan on keeping him in my life as long as he will want to stay.


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  • Prison Dad

    Another week. The third. Early morning. Jack is dreaming…

    He walks through a long deserted corridor which seems to stretch on forever. It feels like his old high school, even though it doesn’t look very much like it. Where is everyone? He speeds up, sensing something following. Doesn’t want to look. Breaks into a run. Some red double doors. Locked. Tugs at them furiously. Open you fuckers. Bursts through to yet more corridor. Still running. Another set of locked doors. They don’t open, no matter how desperately he kicks at them. Turns round. An explosion of light.

    Now he’s in a small arena of some kind. A handsome young matador faces a large dark brown bull, people crowding around the arena to witness the spectacle. No one can see Jack there observing the action. The young man dodges the bull’s horns again and again, but he has no weapon, no defence except his agility. There can only be one winner here. The bull catches his side and he goes flying into the dust. He scrambles on to all fours, panting and naked. Too slow.

    His opponent charges again from behind, but instead of goring him, stops and clambers clumsily over his back. The young man knows what is about to happen and freezes; Jack knows what is about to happen and stares in envious anticipation. The bull bends its back legs and the erect shaft, a metre or so long and thick as a beercan, presses up against the young man’s smooth skin, skillfully edging into position. Magnificent. Fearsome. Deadly.

    Impossibly, it begins to penetrate its conquest, the great head pushing past the unready ring of muscle. The terrified young matador can’t possibly take such a size and grimaces, his face down to the ground, sweating into the dust. But all Jack can do is admire the savage beauty of the ultimate bestial act. The moment of entry repeats itself in gory close-up: gigantic bull-dick squeezing open the young man’s tight behind. Incredible. The beast is inside him now, sliding relentlessly in. And still further in. The young man’s muscles are tensed in exquisite agony and Jack is totally transfixed. Suddenly, the man transforms into a bull himself: small, dark and sleek. The adult bull keeps up the pressure regardless and the younger one confidently takes what is given. The crowd are silent.

    Jack’s eyes flicked open and he stared at the wall a few inches away, reality taking a few moments to kick in.

    Fuck, that was weird. That was soooo fuckin weird. The shocking image of the beast’s dick forcing it’s way into the naked young matador etched terrifyingly into his memory. He won’t forget that in a hurry. Trouble was, his reaction to it in the dream had been all wrong: it had turned him on.

    He became aware that there was the sound of heavy regular breathing and movement in the small room. Must be the big guy exercising again. Crazy fucker. How he found the energy so early in the morning, Jack had no idea. He listened awhile, trying to get normality back into his head.

    Already the outside world felt like something of a distant memory, even though he’d had his first visit two days ago from one of his crew, Tommo. Ever loyal, if a bit dim, was Tommo. He’d expected to feel a pang of envy or something at news from outside, but hearing his gang mate bang on about stuff which he wasn’t part of anymore was just… well… a bit meaningless. He felt like he’d outgrown it already. He’d found himself thinking about Tommo’s ugly bruiser of a dad and idly imagined him shoving his meathead son down on to his knees, pulling out the chunky old tool from his paint splattered work jeans… ‘Shut the fuck up, lad, and get yer mouth round that. Yer mum can’t be bothered anymore, so you might as well make yerself useful. You owe me some fuckin rent anyway.’ Jack had grinned to himself, hornily imagining his mate’s confused face as his dad’s prick was rudely shoved in. Tommo, you haven’t fuckin lived…

    Turning on to his back, the lad rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He lay there uncovered to the waist, contemplating. He put his hands behind his head and looked over at his dad, the man’s powerful torso moving up and down.

    Finally, Sike looked up and saw Jack watching him. He sprung to his feet, now a muscular shadow looming over the bed, blocking the light from the high barred window. Jack eyed the bulging curves of the man’s worked muscles and smelt the sweat from him. A vein pulsed.

    ‘Mornin dad.’

    ‘Mornin son.’

    Sike stared at his boy a moment. Too cute. He eyed his buzz cut hair (as of the day before); his smooth exposed chest; the thin line of dark fuzz leading down from his bellybutton; those sleepy innocent grey/blue eyes… Some Irish blood in him somewhere, probably. Horny. Sure, the boy didn’t turn him on quite the way some sexy fuckin bitch would, but he knew once they got started it would be just as good. No two fuckin ways about it. Being in control fired him right up, and rough, fuckin action was what he was made for. Best he was gonna get. Best the lad was gonna fuckin get.

    This morning he’d woken up extra horny and aggressive after some frustrating dream or other about someone from his distant past; the dream vanishing like smoke and leaving its emotional charge behind. The quick work-out had channelled his anger but not managed to reduce it. His pumped up body and mind were yearning for a proper release. Easily solved.

    Eyes fixed on his prey, and without a word, he dropped his shiny exercise shorts and stepped out from them. Malicious sexy grin. He saw the lad’s uncertain eyes flick irresistibly down toward his tackle. Yeahhh, that’s right boy. Get an eyeful o that. Dad’s gonna be doin somethin with it very soon…

    ‘Always too fuckin hot in here, innit?’

    ‘Yeah, just a bit.’

    Jack knew he shouldn’t be caught staring at the man’s mighty tool until the choice was taken away from him. He quickly shifted his gaze away from the long dangling snake, and back up to the brute strength in the man’s awesome upper body instead, the bulging curves of those hairy pecs and tattooed biceps, the scar on his thick neck, the serious jawline and shaved head. His scary fuckin thug of a dad. Nervous swallow of anticipation.

    ‘Guess what?’

    ‘Wot?’ Jack feigned innocence.

    ‘You’re fuckin getting it, that’s what.’

    Sike clambered on to the bed, straddling the lad’s chest. So far, he’d mostly made the lad get on his knees before him. This time though, he fancied tryin somethin a little different to fit his angry mood. Jack felt the hefty weight of the man trapping him in place; now he couldn’t touch his surging dick even if he wanted to.

    ‘Get yer head up’ the man instructed. Jack folded his pillow so as to prop up his head to a better angle and the man shunted the lad backwards several inches so that his head and the pillow were firmly pushed up against the low headboard.

    The bulky masculine torso and arms filled Jack’s field of vision; sex and violence incarnate. Raw male meat lurked there between the tree trunk thighs. His dad’s big straight motherfuckin dick… He watched helplessly as the man shifted forward slowly, widening his mighty legs, and bringing the sweaty crotch up toward its target. A flutter of nerves slithered through; he sensed, rightly, that he was gonna get rammed mercilessly in this position. Fuck. He could feel the animal heat swamping him. He cautiously laid his hands on the firm hairy thighs.

    Sike looked down his well-worked muscular body with approval; yeah, he still had what it takes. He was the fuckin man. He felt the blood rush to his dick. The familiar sight of his lengthy member beginning to harden before the teenager’s cute face filled him with a raging lust to dominate. So wrong it just had to be right, yeah? Like anyone gives a flying fuck about right or wrong in here… The ritualistic act of sexual barbarism was everything he had thought it would be these long frustrating years. The prospect of forcing those soft lips wide with was just so unbelievably fuckin sexy. Every. Fuckin. Time. The stark contrast of his darker flesh against the lad’s pale skin. A bad straight dad reminding his son who was top dog. Just like it should be…

    ‘Take a good look at that fucker, son. That’s a real fuckin man’s dick, huh?’ Sike’s voice was deep and deliberate. Authoritative.

    Jack had still not shaken the strange dream entirely. It flooded back into his consciousness and he felt weak. Fuckin bull-dick.

    ‘Sure is, dad.’

    ‘Fuckin bigger than yours, innit?’

    ‘Yeah. Fuckin is… Fuckin massive.’

    ‘Want me to feed it yer again?’

    A moment’s hesitation.

    ‘Yeah. Fuckin give it to me, dad.’

    ‘Yeah?’

    Jack stared, only half aware of what he was saying. The fat juicy dick was dangling threateningly in front of his face once more, preparing to assault him. Serious male tackle intimidating him into submission. Symbol of his dad’s rightful position over him.

    ‘Please dad…’

    Fuckin massive, innit… The real fuckin thing… Had to be sucked by someone, dint it? (Yeah, that’ll be you Jack). Them huge hairy nuts behind, waitin to release the payload… Yeahhhhh. Firm muscles ready to flex… Fuck yeahhhh. His straight instincts battled vainly for traction, struggling against the full-on headrush of his dad’s testosterone fuelled sexual aggression.

    (Why are you lettin this happen, Jack?) You know why. Ain’t got no fuckin choice…

    (That monster prick’s fuckin with yer mind…) I know it is. Can’t fuckin say no, can I? Feels horny givin in to it…

    (It’s gonna totally fuck you up…) Yeah, but he’s fuckin lookin after me, ain’t he?

    (Or maybe he’s gonna fuckin destroy you…) Fuck off. Fuck right off. I want this to happen. I wanna get fucked by him.

    (You mean you wanna get fucked by the bull?) That wasn’t fuckin real. He’s real.

    But a sliver of fear spliced Jack’s dreamy desire. The memory of the metre long bull-dick being driven into the matador again flashed across his young skull; the young man about to be fucked to death by the mighty animal. Shit. What a way to go…

    Sike watched the lad’s confusion with amusement. He loved toying with him. ‘Tell me how much you want it, son.’

    Jack paused and refocussed. Dangerous territory. Despite everything that had happened over the past two weeks, he couldn’t admit to needing this too readily. He had enough trouble admitting it to himself.

    ‘I… I ain’t fuckin gay, dad. You know I fuckin ain’t.’

    ‘Uh-huh…’

    ‘Just… Wanna be a good boy, y’know? Wanna show you some respect.’ This was the only rationale which allowed Jack to save some face. His life-raft in the stormy sea.

    ‘Yeah, course you do… But you like the taste of it, don’tcha? Yer dad’s tasty straight meat shootin its big load in yer gob…’

    Jack felt his identity being crushed all over again by the man’s interrogation. Of course he didn’t want it, but… but it felt so good obeying his tough-nut dad; being forced to do these forbidden things. Made no fuckin sense. His heart pounded furiously. Yeahhhh. Reeeal fuckin tasty. The truth spilled out of him.

    ‘Fuck yeah. Best fuckin thing about it… Can’t fuckin wait!’

    A confused gulp. Did he mean that? He thought about how much of the thug’s steamin juice he’d had to swallow these past few weeks; how much there was still to come in the months ahead. Fresh cum in his mouth, every fuckin day. The man marking his territory. His property.

    ‘You’re a good lad.’ Sike stroked the boy’s head with rough affection. He meant it.

    ‘You’re the fuckin man, dad. I can fuckin take it… Whenever you want me to.’

    Sike chuckled with anticipation. ‘Gonna do me proud, huh?’

    ‘Fuck yeah.’

    The muscle man’s weapon was nearly at full charge now, despite not having been touched. The dirty talkin had done the trick nicely. He could wait no longer. He grabbed the base of it and began swiping Jack’s face with dull heavy thwacks. Left, right, left, right. Blood surged. Yeah, Sike thought, it’s a fuckin weapon, this is. Time to do some damage…

    ‘Sure you can take it, son? Yer old man’s in a hard fuckin mood today.’

    Jack felt the fear again and tried not to flinch. His dad wasn’t giving him a choice. Just a warning.

    ‘Yeah, course I can.’ He lightly opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out to catch any moistness as it passed, and to encourage his dad’s dick in where it truly belonged. Sike obliged and let it pass over the youth’s tongue a few times. A few drips of sticky juice lingered. The familiar taste hotwired Jack’s horny young mind and he stiffened in response.

    ‘Let’s find out, shall we?’

    ‘Yeahhhh…’ Jack stared in horny resignation as the man’s mighty straight shaft took aim. A chunky hand grabbed his chin with a firm grip and squeezed either side. Jack’s jaw gave in to the pressure and dropped open. He watched with disturbing excitement as the hot hard meat pushed right in. Here we fuckin go again… He clamped his lips upon the rigid veiny tool. Fuck. The reality hit home all over again.

    ‘There you fuckin go, son. Daddy’s gonna show you how it’s done. This is gonna be reeeal good…’

    Sike clasped his boy’s head on both sides and began a steady, sensuous rhythm, pushing in nice n deep with each thrust. Jack head was locked into place. He couldn’t move an inch except to glance upwards along those awesome arms at the tower of strength above, a menacing male shadow in the dim light, pumping that amazing tackle in and out, in and out. Muscles flexin, deep grunts of satisfaction. Their eyes met in the dim morning light.

    ‘Fuck yeahhhh. ‘S feelin real nice, kiddo. You likin that? Yer old man fuckin yer face?

    Trapped and unable to speak, Jack moaned his agreement. His tough-nut dad was really fuckin usin him.

    ‘Yeahhh. You know just how fuckin massive it is now, don’tcha? Let’s see how fuckin deep you can take it.’

    The man leaned up and forward to get a better downward angle. His grip on the lad’s head tightened as his thrusts increased in depth and intensity. He begun to channel his substantial aggression into the movement.

    Jack felt the long plunging strokes bashing the back of his mouth and his gag reflex tried to kick in. He used all his experience of the past few weeks to attempt to relax and let the invader search out his throat, but this was a new position with virtually no room for manoeuvre. The monstrous male member plunged relentlessly on, the man’s sweaty crotch coming up toward his face, the bristle of his wiry fuzz, swinging nutsack against his chin, hot meaty hands pushing tight against his head. Pounding claustrophobic heat and darkness. Ever harder. Ever deeper. He moaned again. His face was gettin pulverized by the beast.

    ‘Now you’re really feelin it, aintcha? How fuckin good is that?’ Sike chuckled.

    Jack moaned again, his mind on a knife edge: one side indescribable pleasure at the extreme intensity of it all, the other side sheer raving insanity. He wanted to please his dad so much, but he was coming up against the limit of what he could handle. He could barely breathe. His dad was the fuckin bull alright.

    Sike, oblivious to Jack’s state of mind, had tapped in to a rich seam of aggro and lust and was really goin for it. He was getting exactly what he wanted. He slammed the hard fleshy cylinder into his son’s cute face over and over again, enjoying the ferocity of the assault and the lad’s wide-eyed expression of confused desire and disbelief. The fierce infliction of his dad’s pleasure.

    ‘Fuckin take yer dad’s dick, boy. Fuckin take it. You know how much you want it.’

    Jack’s heart raced. He was being facefucked like never before. He tried to nod again. Couldn’t. Oh yeahhhh… Want it… Want it… Please dad… Shoot yer load… Fuckin shoot it… Straight down my throat…

    ‘Your mouth was just made for my fuckin prick, kid. Fuckin made for it. Feels real good bein in there, don’t it?

    Jack moaned in acknowledgement. It was true. He was just a kid, destined to take his tough-nut dad’s brutal tool. And now he was also the young matador in the dusty arena… Oh fuck. Oh fuck. No way out. The seconds ticked by into minutes. Jack’s entire world was filled with the imprisoned straight man’s sexual rage and the raw masculine power of his torturous sex. He began to feel suffocated by the position he was in, breathing becoming more and more difficult. Fear slowly turned his horny submission inside out. Please dad… Can’t take much more… A blackness began to descend: he was gonna pass out for sure. Approaching panic.

    ‘That’s the fuckin way, son… Gonna shoot my fuckin load right down your throat. Fuck yeahhhhhhh… ‘ Sike felt his cum surge getting closer and closer. Fuckin ace. He thrust with all his might.

    Something snapped in Jack’s desperate and confused skull. No. Fuck this. Fuck this shit. He was fuckin straight. FUCKIN STRAIGHT. The bull-dick was gonna destroy him. Sheer survival instinct kicked in and all other reasoning vanished. He vainly tried to push Sike off him, but couldn’t. Too heavy. Gotta get out. Gotta fuckin… Get out of this…

    The sudden act of rebellion took the man completely by surprise. What the fuck? A small part of him thought it funny… Showed the kid was still putting up a bit of a fight, which was kinda sexy; a little bit of resistance gave things a nice raw edge. However, the greater part of him was fucking furious at the lad’s bad timing, just as he was gettin ready to fuckin shoot the juice. He grabbed the young forearms and whacked them back hard against the low headboard.

    ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doin? Don’t fuckin fight me, son. Don’t fuckin fight me.’

    Jack, his dad’s huge dick still rammed firmly in his gob, continued to struggle in his full on panic attack. The bull clambered over the matador and it’s metre long shaft found the lad’s virgin hole. Impossible and terrifying. Fear filled his crazed young head. It’s gonna fuckin kill me…

    ‘I said don’t fuckin fight me. Are you fuckin deaf?’ Sike held Jack’s head and hands in lockdown as the lad tried to work himself free, his vicious low whisper matching the aggression with which he’d been fucking moments before. Yet the message just wasn’t getting through; the lad was lost in his own nightmare, seemingly unreachable.

    ‘Right. I ain’t fuckin havin this. Ain’t fuckin havin it.’ Sike was properly angry now. That his near climax was having to wait was bad enough; that he was being ignored was ten times worse. He contemplated knocking some sense into his son, but decided instead to withdraw his meat and get off the bed before he did something he might regret… Count to fuckin ten, man… He stood, watching, thinking of what punishment would be appropriate.

    Jack gasped for breath but stayed horizontal, staring at the bleak grey ceiling, shaking. The fearful dream released him from its grip, and he swum back into reality. What happened? What the fuck had he done? Shit. The last thing he remembered was his dad tellin him his mouth was made for…

    ‘Get up. Now.’ The menacing tone chilled the lad to the bone. He wanted to try and explain but couldn’t speak. His brain seemed to have come unstuck. What the fuck was he gonna do?

    ‘Don’t make me even angrier, son…’

    Jack unsteadily got out of his bed and stood, naked, facing up to the tough guy a bare few metres away. He blinked stupidly. The shaven-headed muscle man was cracking his knuckles and glaring at him. He looks seriously fucked off, thought the lad. The sinking realisation of what was happening sunk home. You fuckin idiot, Jack. You complete fuckwit.

    ‘So you wanna fight me? Yeah? Yeah?’ The man punched the fist of his left hand into the palm of the right, making a high-pitched thwack. Tattooed muscles threatened. His nostrils flared.

    The answer was a resounding no, but Jack still couldn’t speak. He was terrified and frozen to the spot. The bull wasn’t gonna fuck him; it was just gonna tear him to pieces. He simply shook his head slowly. Sike’s eyes narrowed.

    ‘No, you fuckin do, don’tcha? Tell you what. I’ll give you a head start. C’mon, hit me.’ The man opened his arms in invitation, gesturing with his fingers for Jack to do it. ‘C’mon son. Think yer hard enough, huh?’

    Jack stared disbelievingly, the tension cutting into his spine. His moment of madness had got him into deep, deep trouble. This was all wrong… It shouldn’t be like this. Should be on his knees… Should have been a good boy. The still air in the room was heavy and stifling; the grey walls seemed to be closing in on him. Sweat beaded his forehead. He shook his head again.

    ‘I said fuckin hit me. FUCKIN. HIT ME. You do what I fuckin tell you, son.’

    His self-preservation instinct was to run, but of course there was nowhere to run to. Jack felt the need to obey his dad suddenly kick in, even though what he was being asked to do made no sense. A crazy rush of adrenaline to his head. Just do what he fuckin says, Jack… He took a quick step forward and threw his hardest punch at the man’s stomach. Like hitting a fuckin brick wall. The man adjusted his balance slightly, but otherwise barely flinched. Drawing ragged breaths, Jack did it again. And again, using his dad’s hard body like a punchbag. No fucking reaction. He growled out loud his frustration with himself for being too weak. Punched again.

    Sike watched him with fascination, knowing how unfair the match was, the white heat of his temper subsiding slightly. Hmmmmm. The lad could certainly pack a fair punch for his size and age, but if he’d really wanted to do damage he would have aimed for the face or nuts… He was clearly just doing what he was told, knowing full well which side his bread was buttered. He felt a surge of affection for the angry young man: his wannabe thug of a son, making a show of defending his straight honour. Still, this little game wasn’t done yet. The kid needed to be taught a lesson.

    Without warning he went on the counterattack, catching the punching arm and twisting it right around so that Jack yelped in pain and froze again. Sike hugged him close from behind, his left forearm crushingly tight against the lad’s smooth chest. Jack grimaced at the contortion and the man spoke low, slow and quiet into his ear. Soothing and threatening in equal measure.

    ‘Now. Listen to me, son. I hope you realise how generous I’m bein here… I’ve killed a few people in my time, with my bare hands. People who deserved it. You don’t deserve it in the slightest. You’re a fuckin find in this place, you are. Made me right fuckin happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time… But… there may be days when I’m errr… how shall I put it… less rational, yeah? So… guess what I’m sayin is, best not make me angry too often, yeah? You might just catch me on the wrong day.’ He paused.

    Jack felt the man’s breath on his neck, the firm body pressed into his, the warm chest fuzz tickling his back, the press of male tackle against his exposed buttocks. Despite the pain and the fear, the closeness intoxicated him. His dad still cared about him, alright. Young meat stirred.

    ‘You understand me?’ A nod from the lad. ‘We still got ourselves a deal then, yeah?’ Another nod.

    Jack’s aching arm was released, his body likewise.

    ‘Turn around.’

    They stood, Jack’s eye level at the man’s thick scarred neck. He looked up into his dad’s eyes, trying his best to look calm and not betray the torrent of violent emotion in his head. He wanted the man to hold him close again… His arm hurt, but all things considered he was lucky to still be in one piece. Sike gripped the lad’s chin and yanked the lad’s face toward him as he lowered his. His expression was deadly serious.

    ‘I know you’re fuckin straight son; so am I. This is just the way things are gonna be in here. I’m yer dad, you’re my son; I look after you, you look after me. Simple.’

    Jack nodded slightly in the man’s vice-like grip. The man’s dark eyes glinted.

    ‘And y’know what? I’m gonna fuck you again. Just like I promised yer. Tonight. I’d do it now, but there ain’t enough time. You know how I like to take me time…’

    A dry swallow from the lad. No fuckin word of a lie.

    ‘And y’know what? If it hurts, tough. You’re not gonna complain about a fuckin thing. Not one single fuckin thing, y’hear me? In fact, you’re gonna tell me how much you fuckin like it, how good it feels to have yer dad’s massive straight dick up there. Yeah? And you’re gonna fuckin beg me for more when we’re done too. You got that?’

    Sike liked these mind games, entrenching his control over the lad. He wanted to keep him at the limit of what he could handle; wanted to teach him that a bit of pain endurance would make him more of a man in the long run. Same with their work-outs. It was the kind of lesson he’d had to learn when he was young. Hadn’t enjoyed it at the time, but it had toughened him up alright.

    Shards of uneasy excitement scattered through Jack’s body as he stared into his dad’s eyes and heard what was going to happen. He was gonna get shafted again. Tonight. Oh fuck.

    ‘Gotcha dad. ‘ll do it right this time. Promise.’

    Sike let him go at last. ‘Good lad. That’s what I fuckin want to hear. You gonna fuckin make it up to me, yeah?’

    ‘Yeah.’ Jack looked down, relieved, wanting to apologise properly for his bad behaviour, but unable to find the words. He saw his dad’s dangling tackle below, still waiting there for him. Look at that fuckin thing, Jack. His dad’s very own fuckin bull-dick. That’s gonna be slidin right up inside yer later. Unreal.

    ‘So now you’re gonna show me some respect… Yeah?’

    ‘Yeahhh.’ A pause.

    ‘Well what you waitin for?’ Sike’s irritation was plain to hear. He was eager to unload after the delay. ‘Fuckin get to work. Everyone’ll be gettin up soon.’

    Jack dropped gladly to his knees. His rightful place. In his troubled mind, his long lost father had long been his ultimate hero; now he’d found him, thought the lad. Tough, brutal, unpredictable… Sure. A real fuckin man… Definitely. Just like Jack had always imagined he would be. Approval had to be earned. That was only right n proper.

    The thick, mature sex hung there before his awed face: tantalising, impossibly real, head mostly revealed as the man’s arousal resumed with gusto. He licked his dry lips and moistened his tongue, with an inward shudder of recognition that this was what he truly wanted: to have his father’s king-size meat unload in him. His straight instincts sulked, subdued by the undeniable… It’s OK, Jack, any straight lad would want this if they’d only fuckin admit it, if they only had their strong hard dad ready to feed it to em… You’re so fuckin lucky. You’re actually fuckin gettin it.

    His tongue touched the shiny purple head and began to lick steadily and assuredly all around it. A sliver of salty sweetness from the man’s gaping pisshole set his saliva flowing. He felt like a dog. The ripe smell of crotch sweat again filled his senses. He gazed up past the curved fuzzy pecs to his dad’s moody bristled face. SIke was looking down at him intently. Totally into the moment with his boy.

    ‘You like lickin yer dad’s big straight dick, don’tcha son?’

    ‘Fuck yeahhh. Well tasty.’

    ‘Gettin it hard for yer old man… And doin what yer fuckin told.’

    The lad nodded eagerly, eyes still locked upwards. His dad knew what this was all about. The horny submission was back in Jack’s bloodstream, stronger than ever. He reached up to gently caress the large dangling nutsack, awestruck. All that fuckin cum…

    Sike felt the visceral headrush of domination empowering him once more. His temporarily denied meat was surging again. Yeahhhh. There was a look in the lad’s eyes he couldn’t quite fathom.

    ‘You want a fuckin mouthload from it, don’tcha? You want me to fuckin fill yer up…’

    ‘Yeahhh. Fuckin do… Let me suck it for yer, dad… I’ll make sure I do it proper this time…’ Jack was completely in his element now; this was where he belonged, at his dad’s feet. Right now, he didn’t care who might be watching or listening. He desperately wanted the big guy to know he wouldn’t screw up again, that he really could take whatever he was given.

    Sike enjoyed watching his straight son begging for it. That little incident had pushed things along nicely, it seemed.

    ‘OK, if you want it bad enough…’ Barest hint of a grin. ‘But I’m gonna be in control, just like before. You gotta learn to fuckin take what yer old man wants to give yer…’

    Jack nodded, remorsefully.

    ‘Open yer gob and be grateful, then.’

    Jack did so and the long veiny weapon duly penetrated him, inch by fuckin inch. A real man’s dick; his own dad’s dick. Total fuckin straight male domination. This was gonna make it all better, he knew it would. He felt it sliding smoothly against his soft young lips, stretching them wide. Pulsing and hardening more as it went. Sike watched with satisfaction the renewed violation.

    ‘Ahhhh that feels fuckin nice, son. Don’t it feel fuckin nice?’ Jack moaned and nodded. He couldn’t believe how good it was this time. Somehow, his dad had hammered his mind into a new shape, a new way of thinking.

    Sike took a firm hold of the back of Jack’s head and started up the perfect rhythm. Oh yeahhh, thought the lad, dad’s really fuckin givin it to me now. The rigid tool slid back and forth, smooth, slick and deliberate. Really fuckin givin it to me. The pumping fuzzy crotch filled his vision, firm legs planted either side, vast thigh muscles workin, stomach flexin; animal grunts from above. Really fuckin givin it to me. Oh yeahhhh… His dick stood painfully to attention and he rubbed it gently. Fuuuuuuck.

    Waves of primal pleasure spread from the man’s sweaty, meaty groin, rippling and intensifying. Yeahhhh. You’re the fuckin man, Sike. You’re his dad, alright. He could see and feel the lad’s extra willingness to please. Too fuckin right. Had to teach you a fuckin lesson, lad.

    ‘Fuck yeahhh. You’re takin it good now, intcha? This ain’t gonna take long, kiddo. I’m fuckin fired up.’ He could try to draw it out, but he knew time wasn’t on their side. His thrusts became more and more urgent, pounding into the lad’s skull, drawing the ecstatic climax near.

    Jack felt the pace hotting up and steeled himself to withstand the onslaught. Yeahhh dad, I can take it. I can take it. I can fuckin take it. He knew he deserved everything he was getting… His lips clasped as tightly as they could to the mighty tool, willing maximum pleasure into it as it slammed in repeatedly, the head bashing at his tender throat.

    It all felt so much more natural in this position, so much easier to take: no hint of the suffocating panic which had kicked in earlier, just awesome recognition of his dad’s muscular superiority and mounting excitement as the forcefeeding ritual headed toward its inevitable frenzied conclusion. Fuckin give it to me, dad. You’re the fuckin best… He abandoned his own meat to grip the chunky legs he was kneeling at. His dad’s pleasure was all that mattered.

    ‘Yeah, fuckin take that motherfucker, boy. Fuckin take it. Fuckin… Take it… ‘m gettin close.’ Sike gazed down with fierce delight at the punishment he was inflicting with his sexy weapon. He was mesmerised by the sight. He gritted his teeth, repeating the spell he’d cast, over and over. ‘Fuckin… Take it…’

    The final straight. Jack had learned to recognise the imminent warning signs: more and more precum leaking out, the huge tool swelling to ultra firmness, the aggression and frequency of his dad’s grunts goin into overdrive… Fuck yeahhhh. Fuckin let me ‘ave it, dad.

    ‘Oh yeahhhh. It’s comin. Get ready for it, son. Gonna fuckin feed yer. Gonna… Fuckin… Shoot…’

    The speed, the force, the sweat… Jack was delirious with pride at having matched up to his dad’s angry lust. Managed to fuckin take it this time, dintcha? You fuckin trooper, Jack. Time for yer reward…

    ‘Yeahhhh…. Fuuuuck. NNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH.’

    Sike felt his tightened nuts begin to unload. In the grip of absolute pleasure, he firmly held the back of the lad’s head, his eyes narrowing as the fantastic sensation spread through his tense body. His vigorously thrusting tool began to spew out the hot juice. He watched with greedy desire the lad’s flushed features, young eyes glazing with delight as the cum was unloaded, the handsome youth being forced to receive his dad’s fuckin seed. Those insistent thrusts, still deep, became slo-mo, the shaft streaked with cum; visual proof of the ritual’s dirty and vital climax. Swallow it all up son… Fuck yeahhhhhh!

    ‘There you go, son. Yer dad’s fuckin load. Just the way you fuckin wanted it…’

    Jack nodded enthusiastically. In light of what had happened, this felt as significant as the very first time. The man’s raw nutjuice was still spilling out into him from the punishing veiny tool.

    ‘Fuckin tasty, innit?’ Sike grinned confidently.

    Yeahhh, thought Jack. Fuckin is. Some had slid down his battered throat immediately, whilst the rest was now coating the inside of his mouth… Hot spunk there in his gob from his dad’s king-size straight meat. His complete submission to it. Felt like nothing else ever would.

    Sike rubbed the lad’s short dark hair affectionately, his bond with the lad renewed and strengthened. He felt the young tongue slidin gently over his meat, savourin his father’s cum. Never knew how much you wanted it, huh, son? But then the same was true for him. Things had subtly shifted these past two weeks. His goal now was to make the boy fuckin worship his bad dad’s straight dick, to make pleasuring it more than just a daily duty. Respect wasn’t gonna be enough. No reason.

    Jack gazed up longingly at him for more, mouth still packed full, a few last drops of cum leaking out on to the back of his tongue. The buzzing salty-sweet taste overpowered him, the smell mixing headily with that of the man’s pungent crotch sweat. He gratefully swallowed most of the seed down. Fuckin result.

    ‘Like I said, son, you make me right fuckin happy… You just keep takin it like that, and I promise I’ll take care of yer. We make the best fuckin team, you and me.’

    The young man nodded once more. Too fuckin right. He felt warm inside. Wanted. Best of all, he remembered suddenly, the man was gonna fuck him again tonight… Fuck him with this big motherfuckin dick of his. Unbelievable. He let his tongue slide over it again, feeling the heavy weight of it still there in his mouth. Oh yeahhhh… The real fuckin deal. His mean n muscly dad pushin it right up him… Workin that tight hole of his good n proper… Screwin it to perfection… Fuck yeahhhh. This was such fucked up horny shit. Him, in prison, gettin his rear end pounded by a well-hard fuckin straight bloke, just like Jack was his horny fuckin bitch… Who’d have fuckin thought it? And as if that weren’t enough he was gonna have to tell his dad exactly how good it felt whilst they were fuckin doin it… Mmmmmmm…

    Sparks of aching anticipation zipped around Jack’s mind, forging new pathways of desire. Hard young meat twitched down below. The dreamy image of the powerful mature bull fuckin the sleek younger one returned unbidden… Might makin right.

    It was gonna be so fuckin good. So. Fuckin. Good.

    Sike grinned at him. Yeah. Things definitely headin in the right direction.


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  • My Kid Brother’s Bitch

    After many request of the recount of my kid brother fucking my virgin ass and how it happened master decided to make me post this for you all.

    It all happened a little over 2 years ago my life as a pussy boy sex slave to my master (for a little over a year at this point) was still a secret from anyone in my family and immediate circle of friends. 

    My master who is a close friend of my younger brother had skillfully managed social time with all of us and my time serving him. It was at this time that my younger brothers career was just starting to take off for him he had done a couple of bit parts for some soap operas and a few underwear photo shoots that went into a couple of catalogs. It was after one of the photo shoots that master caught me off guard and got me to confess that I thought it was hot my kid bro strutting around in underwear for a camera. 

    Now I’m not a bad looking guy I’m 6’4″ about 180 not real massive muscles but well defined and cut with a 9″ dick. My kid brother on the other hand 6’1″ 210 pounds of solid he smooth sculpted muscles and a 71/2″ cock that was a lot thicker than mine he definitely outdid me in looks. He knew he was hot and was now making a career of it and I knew that that was a mistake to make this admission to my master but I didn’t know how big a mistake it was. 

    A few weeks later it was my weekend to spend with master (Back then we weren’t living together he was 18 I was 23 and we had to wait till his parents weren’t around). When Friday came I headed over to his place let myself in stripped naked made sure that there was no stray body hair and put on my leather collar. Seven o’clock came and went as did eight, nine and ten and he still hadn’t gotten home this was not normal for him on a weekend that he had me captive at his place. Around ten forty-five I hear him come in I hear him talking with someone this made my stomach drop that meant he had come home with one of his friends again. 

    I stood there at attention waiting for him to come upstairs it was a good bit of time before he came into the room. He inspected my body running his hands and fingers over every inch I could smell on him that he had been out drinking he wasn’t totally drunk but he had had a few and that worried me even more because when he drinks he tends to have some twisted and extremely degrading plan in store for me. He made me oil up and then put the leash on the collar and took me downstairs. When we got into the living room there was no one there so I figured the person had left and that’s what took master so long to come upstairs. 

    The first thing master did was strip naked and as I have said before seeing him naked always gets me wild and weak kneed he had me start worshiping his muscles. This is always a treat for me I am a complete muscle slut (And now 2 years later I am so conditioned and such a muscle slut all a man has to do is show me his muscles and I’ll do anything he says live or photos it doesn’t matter I can’t say no to a muscular guy) as I am worshipping masters body my dick is hard throbbing and aching but I am not allowed to touch it I am begging to be fucked. 

    He laughs and says ” So my little bitch boy wants to get fucked?” I say god yes I do (Anytime he let me worship his muscles I wanted him to fuck me but he would always refuse and just laugh at me telling me that my ass was off limits many of his friends had asked for my ass it was always a no this was always a comfort to me but when I got to play with his muscles I wanted it from him alone to completely possess me) he says ok but tell me something you said you thought your brother looked hot at his photo shoot what do you think is the hottest part of him? 

    I tell him that I think all of his muscles are hot but that his smooth hard pecs and thick muscular thighs are the hottest. He laughs at me again and tells me what a muscle whore I am. I go back to attending to his body kissing and licking his muscles and sucking and kissing his cock he goes on to tell me that he notices that when I am home that I tend to boss Chris around I say well yea he’s my kid brother that stuff is normal. He says that a 23 year old being a bitch pussy slave to an 18 year old dude isn’t normal and neither is lusting after my 19 year old brothers muscles and that he thinks that Chris should be in charge not me. 

    I tell him Chris will never take the dominant role in our house. He says he knows and that’s why he had an idea and while I am kneeling there kissing and worshipping his cock master says come on in here that’s when the second person walks out from the kitchen it made my blood run cold as my kid brother came into view and he has a look of pure evil and shock on his face and he had been drinking with my master and I can see and smell that he has had a good deal. 

    As I am kneeling there naked collared hairless and oiled my masters cock dropping out of my mouth tears literally start to well up in my eyes because my kid brother has seen this he has witnessed me worshipping master sucking his cock begging him to fuck me my head starts spinning my secret is gone this is a complete humiliation. Master tells Chris to come over and get undressed and flex a bit as he strips down he does this and I am transfixed on his body totally enchanted by the rippling of his muscles. Master tells me to worship Chris’ body the way I do his. I beg not to be made to do this begging not to ask me to do this with my kid brother he gives me a few good hard slaps across the face and says I’m not asking you I’m telling you to obey.

     I start out at Chris’ feet and not with the same zeal that I am when I worship master it is a little slow and not as vigorous all I can think of is this is my kid brother and what is worse is that he is enjoying seeing this happen to me then I get to those thighs that’s when I start to get lost in the moment with those quads and hamstrings I manage to puit it out of my head that this is my little brother all I focus on are the muscles I start to go wild in doing this telling my brother how hot and powerful his muscles are kissing sucking caressing worshipping him the same way I do with master I’m not sure at what point it happened but after a while of working my 19 year old brothers body I am now completely lost in it I found myself sucking and slurping on his 71/2″ thick as a child’s wrist cock the only thing that made me realize it was master making me stop he smiled and tells me it’s a good thing that I got Chris good and sloppy wet because he informs me that now my 19 year old brother will establish his dominance over me by being the first person to fuck me. 

    I start stammering god no I’ve never been fucked and I had always been told by him my ass would stay off limits you yourself wont fuck me. Master tells me he has changed his mind that my virgin ass is the only link I still have to my manhood and that not only was Chris going to fuck me but he was going to shoot his load in my ass because breeding my ass would be the final breaking of that manhood. 

    Master bends me over the arm of the couch and holds me there I struggle and the next thing I feel is my brother’s hands on my hips it’s in no way gentle he grabs me with a death grip and lines up his cock against my virgin boy pussy I couldn’t begin to tell you how long it took for him to just get the head in but once it was in he drove the rest home no slow tender insertion letting me get used to it just driven in right to the root I remember letting out a scream it seemed like he was fucking me for hours for the longest time all I did was cry and beg him to stop the pain was unbearable he just kept on fucking me like an animal treating me like a whore slamming into my ass his balls and hips slapping against me. 

    Every so often slapping my ass and telling me what a pussy faggot bitch I had become I don’t know how long it took but at some point the pain stopped and all I could find myself doing was crying out for him to fuck me harder and thrusting my ass back to meet his thrusts wanting it deeper in me. With an animal cry and moans and grunting he fires off a steaming hot load in my ass leaving his throbbing hot cock in my sore aching ass until it got soft then wiping it off on me. 

    When this is all over to add even more insult to the humiliation master tells me to sit there on the floor a jerk off very slowly and finger my now raw ass and beg them to show me there bodies begging for them to flex and touch their muscles they flex and I tell them how powerful they are and how hot they are and worship and praise their bodies until I am finally allowed to shoot. From that point on (2 years now) I have not only been my masters slave but also my kid brother’s bitch.


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  • Desserts

    [I wrote this little ditty, changing the location a bit, in the basement library room of the Fair View Lodge in Mesa Verde National Park while waiting for my turn on the hotel’s computer that had an Internet connection. I tapped out the story while watching a mouse scurry from under one bookcase to the next. I’d just returned from dinner in the inn’s Metate restaurant, where I saw a chattering matron getting less attention from her boy toy than he was giving a flamboyantly obvious waiter. Hope you enjoy the bit of fluff.]

    It had been a grueling six-hour drive from their last stop on Sheila Worthington’s nostalgic sweep around the region in which she had grown up before leaving for New York, a chorus line, and then a succession of well-heeled husbands, all of whom heeled over themselves during the past parade of decades.

    As Dominic maneuvered the Jaguar around the last hairpin turn and turned into the long upward-incline drive up to the resort hotel that wound around the peak of the mountain overlooking a large lake and several lakeshore communities, Sheila sighed and said, “Let’s go ahead and eat at the hotel restaurant right after checking in. When I get to the room, I want to sleep the sleep of the dead.”

    “Sounds good to me,” Dominic said, forming a charming smile on his pouting-lipped chiseled face and tossing a black curl out of his eye. And indeed it did sound good to him. He’d felt like he’d been on a tight leash for several days of the trip now. Sheila was OK, and she paid him well to drive her on this trip – and for other driving services – but, boy could the old babe talk. She’d yakked incoherently for the last two hundred miles about people he barely knew – and felt little loss at not knowing well – at the tennis club where she’d picked him up, dazzled him with an overstuffed pocketbook, bedded him, and planted him in her pool house.

    When they approached the hostess desk at the restaurant, the host gave them a well-trained gaze and assessed them as money and boy toy hunk. He could see that the woman was nearly spent. She was tall and thin and had been quite a looker twenty years earlier, but now her high-fashion clothes looked a bit rumpled, her heavily applied makeup was beginning to droop, and not every starched hair on her head was behaving. And the hunk, a steamy Latin who looked every bit the nicely muscled tennis pro he really was, looked tight as a stretched rubber band and ready to spring in some direction or other in frustration. He’d also given the host an up-and-down look of speculation that the host had long ago identified as possible sexual interest.

    Dominic’s eyes met those of the host, while Sheila rattled off somewhat catty – but quite accurate – comments on the over-the-top Western style décor of the restaurant perched high over the lake below, the vistas provided being the establishment’s best feature – and the host gave Dominic a knowing look that permitted Dominic the slight escape valve of being able to roll his eyes in a “women, what can you do with them?” fashion.

    With a thought not only to the preferences of his fellow workers but also, he thought, to the preferences and needs of this Latin stud standing before him, the host picked up two menus and a wine list and said, “Come with me, please, I have just the table for you.”

    It was a very nice table by the window overlooking the vista – which Dominic latched his attention on while Sheila talked about the impossibly spoiled frou-frou dog her friend, Maurine, had just acquired. “You’d think that anyone with white rugs and white furniture – all white décor – would think twice about getting a high-strung Pomeranian that . . .” Dominic didn’t so much see the mountainside tumbling charmingly below him to the edge of the lake as that, looking out of the window, he didn’t see Sheila with her mouth flapping as she devoured a hunk of pita bread like a cougar having its last meal. And this, of course, was why he was gazing so intently out of the window.

    “Wine, beer, or me?”

    “Excuse me?” Dominic said, as he turned. There was his waiter standing beside his chair, talking down just to him and smiling. Sheila was lost in her rambling of all of the cleaning supplies Maurine had tried thus far without success.

    For the first time Dominic noticed their waiter, who he now remembered as the young man who showed up after the host had said, “Sandy will be your waiter. He’ll take good care of you,” and then had smiled and wafted off.

    Sandy. Yes, Dominic could see where the lad had gotten that name. He was a redhead, although it took Dominic a minute for the “he” to register. The voice had been male, if a bit squeaky, but looking closely at his waiter now, Dominic could see that the rest of it was some sort of question mark. He was small of body and wore black tailored trousers and a tuxedo shirt with a ruffle. And he was standing there, hands on hips and slightly bent at the side that Dominic thought of as a “Bette Davis” stance. All he needed was a long cigarette holder in one hand and he’d slip all the way over into the Tallulah Bankhead pose. His face was made up. It was subtle, but he unmistakably was wearing red lipstick. His hair wasn’t long on top, but it was slicked back in an obviously carefully considered “do,” and there where long curls over his ears at each side. He was looking at Dominic with an “I just could eat you up” expression in his eyes.

    Dominic looked over to Sheila, but she had moved on to rambling about the mistake her friend Dorothy had made in the choice of a tennis outfit or her latest husband. Dominic couldn’t gather which it was, and his noncommittal mutterings of ascent seemed to satisfy her and keep her motor running.

    Throughout the service, Dominic could tell that the waiter, Sandy, could hardly keep his hands off him and, indeed, he did brush by awfully closely from time to time.

    But it wasn’t just the waiter, Sandy. Quite frequently, far more frequently than even a famished camel would require, another waiter came by their table, water pitcher in hand, offering to fill Dominic’s full glass, with a broad smile or taking away plates one by one when he could have managed all in one trip. This young man was more substantial and a good bit less swishy than Sandy was. He was a tall, well-built black guy, probably a couple of years older than Sandy – and not more than five years younger than Dominic himself.

    He was wearing one earring, and his moves were those of a dancer – not nearly as pronounced and given to a fling of the hips as Sandy’s were, but in a manner that Dominic knew well – and that he found arousing, having frequented a certain gay club often in relief from the duty his pocketbook required of servicing middle-aged women – and men – at the tennis club.

    Dominic could tell just by the way that the young black waiter looked at him, that he was interested as well.

    And keyed up as Dominic was – all this time on the road with Sheila and no opportunity to pursue the variety of sex he was addicted to – made Dominic go hard and begin to fantasize what he’d like to do with one of these waiters – or both.

    At the end of the meal, both Sandy and the black waiter’s assistant were standing there, by the table, while Sheila was taking time out from her monologue of society in the town she’d said she wanted to escape for a while, to mull the , finally deciding on the crème brȗlée.

    Sandy turned to Dominic with a smile. “And you, sir? What would strike your fancy? We have a special on strawberry shortcake and also on chocolate cake.”

    “I’m not sure I can decide,” Dominic said, with a winning smile of his own. “They both sound so enticing.” Both amused and aroused, Dominic had caught on to the double entendres the waiter named Sandy had been dropping. The black waiter’s assistant hadn’t said anything during the meal, but Dominic was all the more intrigued by him because of that.

    “Oooo, I love your accent,” Sandy gushed. “And such a rich, deep, masculine tone. Are you from Mount Olympus?”

    “No. I’m Spanish,” Dominic answered with a laugh. “We don’t have a Mount Olympus. Our people are earthy, not heavenly.” He could double entendre too, Dominic mused.

    “Oooo, that makes me tingle; it just takes my breath away.” Sandy preened, fanning his face with a dessert menu. “Well, if you can’t decide, then by all means have both, sir. And after dinner may I recommend our side rooftop terrace for an after-dinner delight drink and gazing at the stairs in our clear sky here. It’s really quite private.”

    “I’m much too tired for anything after dinner,” Sheila said.

    All three men turned and stared at her. There had been no warning that Sheila had cut off her monologue and was now paying any level of attention to what they were saying. She had made her statement with a completely innocent face, though, and hadn’t followed up with anything but her own preference for sleep rather than any after-dinner activities, so the two waiters dropped back a step and went invisible, leaving it to Dominic to pick up the conversation with her.

    “Well, we’ll just get you settled in the room then, and I’ll bring my laptop back to the library they have here and check my e-mails and do some catching up,” Dominic answered with a concerned voice. “You get your rest, Sheila. We have another 250 miles to drive tomorrow afternoon.”

    Less than twenty minutes later, Chocolate Cake knelt between Dominic’s thighs on the rooftop terrace and gave Dominic’s nicely proportioned cock expert suck, while Dominic held Strawberry Shortcake at his side, a hand on Sandy’s buttocks with fingers snaking into his channel and his other hand stroking Sandy’s pert little cock.

    Sandy was making little high-pitched babbling sounds, which Dominic stopped by taking the little waiter’s lips in his, forcing them open with his tongue, and swabbing Sandy’s tonsils.

    Strawberry Shortcake panted and whimpered as Chocolate Cake reached over and pulled his trousers and briefs off his legs and then held Dominic’s cock erect and steady as Dominic lifted Strawberry Shortcake up and turned him around and swung his leg over Dominic’s lap. Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake settled Strawberry Shortcake on Dominic’s cock as Sandy writhed and babbled a range of contradictory short, breathy statements: “slow, slow, slow, hurry, all of you. Oh god, god, oh god. You’ll kill me. Yes, yes, yes.”

    Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake, with Dominic palming and spreading Strawberry Shortcake’s butt cheeks and Chocolate Cake holding Sandy at his waist, lifted and lowered him on the full length of Dominic’s cock until he stopped writhing and started to moan and beg for the fuck.

    Dominic stood then and walked slowly around the terrace, raising and lowering Strawberry Shortcake on his cock, while the young redhead clung to his midsection and groaned and gasped – and, in short order, fountained his ejaculation.

    Then Dominic gently lowered the red head to the deck of the terrace and turned, strongly erect still, not himself in flow, not yet satisfied, opting now for chocolate cake for dessert.

    Chocolate Cake stood and turned fully toward Dominic, smiled, leaned his rump back on a terrace table, and started to unbuckle his belt.

    Dominic strode deliberately toward Chocolate, giving him time to drop his trousers. And, that done, he moved faster, grabbed Chocolate roughly – as Chocolate laughed a hearty laugh – turned him belly down on the top of the table, used one hand to establish purchase of his cock head inside Chocolate’s gaping hole and used the other hand to lock one of Chocolate’s arms behind his back.

    “Yes, yes, Fuck me hard!” Chocolate cried out in a rich baritone – the first thing Dominic had heard him say all evening – as Dominic slammed his cock up inside Chocolate’s wide channel. This was the tension reliever Dominic wanted. This was what would unwind him from all those miles on the winding mountain roads today “yes maming” and “no maming” Sheila’s inane conversation.

    And Chocolate Cake, well muscled and sturdy and robust, cried out that he wanted him rough and deep – and with pneumatic force. Dominic leaned his torso down over Chocolate’s back, CC threw his free hand back and laced it around Dominic’s neck, and they turned their faces to each other in a deep kiss as Dominic pumped, pumped, pumped.

    Strawberry Shortcake moved behind Dominic and grabbed and squeezed his butt cheeks and helped maintain the rhythm of the fuck. Chocolate Cake also was helping, essentially fucking himself on Dominic’s cock with long backward thrusts of his hips.

    All three cried out as Dominic came. He backed up and plopped down in a chair, while Chocolate Cake turned and lifted Strawberry Shortcake up, laid him down on his back on the table top, slapped the little red head’s legs aside, thrust his own hard cock inside the channel Dominic had so recently reamed for him, and started to fuck him with a frenzy that had the little red head sliding back and forth on the surface of the table. After a short breather, Dominic approached Chocolate from the rear again and Dominic fucked Chocolate Cake while fucked Strawberry Shortcake, bringing on a triple ejaculation.

    Sheila was already asleep when Dominic came into the hotel room and climbed into bed that night. But half way through the night she was rested enough to nudge Dominic onto his back and fondle his cock and balls enough for him to attain an erection in a half-awake state, and then she mounted him. Exhausted, Dominic let Sheila drive.

    The next morning, a now-fully alert Sheila, a sleepy and nearly hobbling Dominic in tow, arrived all cheery smiles and gushing accolades in the hotel dining room for breakfast.

    Once again a more-than-eager Sandy was their waiter, backed up by a big-smiling black assistant waiter.

    As their breakfast was coming to an end and Sheila was babbling about how she wanted to change the curtains in her living room, Sandy leaned down and said sotto voce to Dominic, “Would you have time after breakfast for some dessert, sir? The roof terrace is a great place for dessert and coffee in the morning.” Chocolate Cake was standing behind him, looking ever so hopeful.

    Dominic raised his eyes, a response on his lips that no doubt would be a classic, but that has been lost to history.

    Sheila suddenly stopped running at the mouth, and in a clear, steady, not unfriendly tone, said. “I wouldn’t suggest two this morning, dear heart. If you must, I’d suggest just the chocolate cake. It looks more substantial. I was rather hoping we’d indulge in our own dessert of fine old port and cheddar cheese when we returned to the room – and what I was served last night was a little limp from too many sweets.”


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  • The Shoreside

    The sun turned the darkness behind my closed eyelids red, burned hot on my face and naked body, and dried my lips. I spread my fingers out along the top of the smoldering sand, and buried the tips into the cool center.

    I drug my arms and legs through the rough surface and made a little sand angel.

    He came by and sat down on the right wing. I rolled over and put my head on his knee, and he laid back. There wasn’t a living person around; the ocean made soft hissing noises as the small waves rippled along the cuticle of the shore, leaving small remnants of white foam.

    I licked his dark tan knee. I smelled the inside of this thigh. I moved onto my knees and laid my chest on his naked crotch, my feet touching his ankles, arms wrapped around his torso. He leaned down and kissed my head; he shook the sand out.

    I kissed his balls. The skin was loose because of the hot sun, and they hung down above his asshole like a rearview mirror ornament. I put his cock in my mouth and licked underneath and around the foreskin. He fell back with his hands behind his head.

    His cock pulsed as blood began to flow in. I put it, half soft, in my mouth and sucked on it with the back of my throat. It grew large and thick in my mouth; saliva dribbled past my lower lip down his balls. His cock was slimy with the thick spit you get at the back of your mouth.

    I licked his lower stomach, cock nearly past his belly button, and then licked the little tip sticking out of the foreskin.

    Putting his cock back in my mouth, I grabbed the base with my hand and rhythmically stroked and sucked until the veins on his shaft popped out. Saliva poured out of my mouth lubricating the pass of my hand up and down his dick. I pushed it deep down my throat until I gagged, pulled it out, and then did it again. I sucked harder and stroked faster until he clenched the back of my head and rammed his cock straight down my throat, body spasming and cock pulsing out thick cum. I swallowed.

    I scooted back and placed my head on the sand between his legs. His balls rested lightly against the side of my head. I faced the sun again as he sighed happily.


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  • Centaurus

    In a far away universe, the entire Centaurus System was controlled by King Daren. He was of the race of Centaurs and stood above all his peers and different races of the universe as a fair leader.

    Fair but strict.

    He was 9 foot 8; his body muscular and hard as a rock. Centaurs weren’t physically half horsed, they were humanoid, and standing on two legs but their bodies were far from human ones. They were all tall and well adorned on every aspect. Especially sexually.

    As the leading race of the entire cosmos, they were considered powerful and were respected by all, in a universe were King Daren was loved by every single living creature.

    When a Centaur came to sexual maturity around the age of sixteen, they were brought the a planet called Unagu and were put through a series of trials and tests to determine their sexual nature and their need in a sexual partner.

    Planet Unagu was also called Planet Soulmates in common slang.

    Unagu’s inhabitants were called Sexos and were born to become the Soulmate of Centaurs.

    When King Daren was an adolescent, he came with the highest tests scores in all of Unagu’s history and was immediately led to the Sexo King and his wife.

    In nature, Sexos didn’t interbreed and they only became sexually mature when finding their Soulmates, but to go on and continue the survival of the race, only the King and the Queen could breed together and create the Sexos as they were immortal and parents of the entire Sexos race, counting as many Sexos as existing Centaurs in the universe; both races strictly male except for the Sexo Queen.

    So when an adolescent Daren, then accompanied by his father, King Derek, came to meet the Sexo King and the Queen, they both were baffled to learn Daren had won the right to create his own Sexo as a Soulmate.

    Still slightly shocked, Daren answered a written questionnaire about his specific requests for the creation of his Sexo.

    – Behavior qualities: kind, companionate, funny, intelligent, receptive, passionate, loving, strong but still fragile at the same time, beautiful, happy

    – Physical qualities: black hair, blue eyes, olive skin, lean, athletic, toned, blinding straight white smile, delicate

    It was how Skye was born.

    Molded specifically for Daren.

    Soulmates.

    Daren woke slowly, stretching languidly in the 13×13 foot four posted bed. He smiled slightly as he opened his eyes and quietly observed his tiny Soulmate, still asleep on his side of the bed.

    Skye was…beautiful. Gorgeous even.

    The pride of the Sexo King and Queen. They had made a wonderful job. And Skye was the only Sexo the Queen actually carried in her belly as all the other Sexo were created in vitro.

    Now all the Sexo called him their little Prince and the tiny stunning creature was even more loved than his husband King Daren. Skye was an icon all around the universe and Daren couldn’t be more proud of his little Soulmate.

    Slowly reaching one of his massive hands compared to the sheer tininess of Skye, Daren brushed a lock of ebony hair from his forehead and gently tucked it behind a minuscule ear.

    The day the Sexo King and Queen presented Skye to him, all wide ocean eyes and blinding smile, Daren got incredibly scared at the absolute different size between them. He knew all Sexo were small compared to Centaurs, but then, no other race in the universe was as tall as Centaurs but Skye was only 4 foot 4 and next to his 9 foot 8, Daren had long been terrified to break his Soulmate and hurt him irreparably.

    But then, he hadn’t had instruction about Sexos composition and how he now had to take care of Skye. He knew the basics but when then he was sixteen, he hadn’t known the intricacies of the proper care of a Sexo and their anatomy.

    Sexo had no organs, except for sexual ones and a heart. They had testicles, a penis but also a vagina under the sacks. Inside wasn’t much complicated; the vagina led to a uterus and the anus led to a small sack. Sexos were only sustaining themselves with the cum and sperm of their Centaurs-Soulmates and could take on litters of it into their body and feed with the load for various period of time.

    The cum shot inside their uterus, thus was what sustained them, while the sack in their anus that also could be expended with cum was only there for sexual gratification and pleasure.

    Knowing Daren was the biggest Centaurs in the whole universe, the Sexo King and Queen made his insides particularly flexible as Daren could ejaculate more than 2.1 gallons of fresh searing cum inside the tiny body of his Soulmate thus inflating his body nicely each time. Having getting Skye used to so many quantities of cum as once, the small Sexo had became accustomed to absorbing the sperm very quickly to feed, requiring Daren to ejaculate and fill Skye to the brim more than five times a day.

    Blinking out his thoughts, Daren’s eyes travelled down the length of his tiny Soulmate and felt his stallion cock hardened instantly at the sight of the massive, rounded belly lying between them.

    Skye was sleeping on his side, his belly pushed up to the maximum, the flawless, olive skin tight and firm, heavy with thick, swarming cum, his belly button popped up cutely.

    The King smiled lovingly and bend down to kiss his Soulmate on the forehead, gently letting his hand travel down the gorgeous body and cupping the amount of belly inside one of his palm. He could feel Skye respiration up and down, slightly lifting the rock hard belly and shook his head in awe. How could this tiny 4 foot 4, 44 pounds, carry more than 22 ponds all day long?

    Skye suddenly shifted on the bed, the silk bed sheet sliding down his naked shoulder and pooling around his waist deliciously. Ocean blue eyes blinked in pure bliss, before the small body stretched lazily, chasing the last remnant of sleep.

    “Uhm,” Daren hummed appreciably, “how are you, baby?” he asked huskily.

    Skye beamed at him and trailed his hands down his belly to rub it sensually, his tiny hands rubbing lazy circles along the stretched skin. “I feel wonderful, Daren,” he answered dreamily. “But I’d feel better if you’d greet me properly,” he continued as his hand started rubbing more energetically on the side of his massive belly.

    Daren smiled in appreciation, his previously forgotten cock suddenly filling up again and standing at attention in all of his 1 foot 6 length and 8 inches girth. Idly stroking it, he licked his lips when Skye struggled to sat on the bed, his engorged belly weighting him down. They stared at each other and Daren reached a hand to stroke Skye’s cheek lovingly, smiling and pouring all of his love and adoration in his eyes.

    Skye smiled shyly and kissed the palm still resting on his cheek, before moving forward and turned around so he could sit on Daren’s laps, his tiny back resting around the massive chest of his Centaur. Daren moaned when Skye placed his legs on each side of his tights and comfortably sat himself on him, placing his huge stallion cock between his minuscule pussy lips and starting to rub himself up and down, pushing with his arms, small hands gripped to Daren’s beefy forearms.

    Seeing Skye’s difficulties at rising himself up and down with the enormous mass of his already inflated throbbing belly, Daren grabbed the skinny yet sinewy tights and helped his Soulmate to continue his ministration. Several minutes of deep moans and panting, Daren looked down to see his extremely large cock shinning with Skye’s pussy pre-cum and his own round head of cock leaking massively with white thick pearls of cum.

    “Okay baby,” he panted right into Skye’s ear, “how about a nice and slow bout of love making, eh?”

    Skye could only mewled as his Centaur lifted him in the air, and gently lowered him down until the wide thick head of Daren’s cock was resting against his clit’s lips, stretching and quivering in anticipation of being filled up by such an enormous pole.

    “Daren,” he whimpered, “please…”

    Daren kissed the back of his neck and slowly pushed forward while letting gravity take over Skye body as it sank down on his girth. He moaned himself as he felt Skye’s tony body stretched abnormally wide to accommodate what shouldn’t even be possible to take in and gently reached his other hand to fist Skye’s cock.

    While the small Sexo couldn’t possibly rivaled Daren’s own cock, Skye was actually very well adorned compared to his tiny body.

    Once he was fully sheathed inside Skye, his balls flushed against his Soulmate’s bottom, Daren had to chuckle at the feeling of the tip of the cold, hard steel plug deeply rammed into Skye’s anus. “Oh baby, I know I joined you late last night after all my meetings, but I didn’t think you felt so empty you had to wear a plug all night,” he panted, gently starting to roll his hips.

    Skye mewled incoherently and rolled his hips desperately, impaling himself again and again on his colossal pulsing lover’s sex. “I just—” he started breathlessly, “I just felt so—uhm—empty,” he finally gasped out. “I wanted to be filled up!” he cried out as a sharp roll of Daren’s hips send millions of pleasure tendrils as the head of the cock drilling restlessly against his pleasure center.

    The tiny Sexo wasn’t able to continue talking coherently and just let himself be manhandled as Daren resumed his incessant hammering deep inside his body. Leaning against his lover’s chest, Skye let himself fall into a trance, only able to feel and enjoy the pleasure bestow to him.

    Giant hands spread on the sides of Skye’s rounded belly, Daren moaned as he felt his release approach. “Oh baby, I’m gonna cum,” he panted. He sped up his drilling, fueled by Skye unintelligible moans of pleasure and felt his balls draw up, ready to shoot thick and scalding litters of cum inside his Soulmate’s eager hole desperately spasming around his pole like shaft.

    Joining his hands against Daren’s ones on the side of his cum-engorged belly, Skye started to moan louder and louder, feeling his release so close, yet not ready to explode. “Please,” he sobbed, “harder, Daren, please, deeper! Please! Harder!” he yelled.

    Not one to deny his Soulmate, Daren shifting until he was kneeling on the bed, Skye still impaled on his mammoth erection and started to rut animally in the small Sexo’s impossible tight channel.

    It was a t that moment that a knock came at the door and Daren turned his head toward the heavy double monogamy door. “Enter!” he called.

    The door was pushed and Daren’s second hand man, Merle, came into the room, bowing respectively, not even blinking at the scene.

    Sex wasn’t taboo on planet Centaurus like it was on some part of the universe. Centaurs and Sexos weren’t shy about sexual prowess and it wasn’t considered a private matter. One could often find Centaurs making love to their Sexos publically and nobody would bat a lashes. And it was generally office talk to compare the bellies of their Sexos to know which Centaurs could cum the most inside their Soulmates.

    “My Lords,” he said, “an emissary of the Guild unexpectedly arrived not five minutes ago,” he informed, his eyes riveted on his Lords love making.

    It wasn’t a secret that Skye was the most beautiful and desirable being existing in the universe, and it was often a subject between the personal King guards and every Centaurs on Centaurus about how it was even possibly conceivable for a being as small as Skye to be able to take such a big appendices inside his body again and again and receive such massive quantity of cum on a daily basis.

    Skye looked positively wretched from what Merle could see, thick gush of pre-cum leaking from his cock, his rock hard engorged belly encased between his King’s hands; his Lord’s thick cock ramming inside Skye’s body mercilessly; glittering, shiny hole stretched impossibly wide around the shaft to accommodate the length and girth.

    Skye was beautiful.

    “What does that scoundrel wants, Merle?” the King asked breathlessly.

    Merle shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his quickly hardening cock in his pants. “He wasn’t to talk to you immediately. Apparently, it is a matter of the highest importance,” he answered, rubbing his palm against the front of his bulging pants.

    Daren groaned in annoyance and sped up his thrusts, wrapping a thick muscled arm around Skye waist, just under his bulging belly and lost himself in the process of impaling his lover until all Skye could was moan and whimper in pure pleasure.

    Two minutes later, Merle cummed in his own pants at the vision of his King throwing his head back and shooting his release inside his Soulmate with a guttural cry, Skye’s belly immediately filling up with ropes of boiling white cum and expending visibly, Skye also cuming his release.

    The two monarchs remained still, still linked together, until Skye sighed contentedly and turned his head to nuzzle Daren’s neck and gently kiss the underside of his jaw.

    Daren chuckled and vigorously rubbed the massive inflated belly, circling the popped up belly button and trailing down until he could take hold of the cold, steel plug still incased inside Skye’sd anus. “How about I plug your uterus with this and put some beads in your anus?”

    Skye laughed breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath and nodded while caressing his belly. “Uhm yeah. I have an appointment with the Doc.”

    Daren lifted Skye, inducing moans of pleasure from both of them as Skye pussy lips slid against his softening shaft and helped his lover to sit on the edge of the bed, smiling lovingly at the vision of Skye adoringly rubbing circles on his huge cum-inflated belly.

    Daren stood and nodded in Merle’s direction indicating he was going to met him quickly before smiling knowingly at the visible damp patch on his best friend’s pants. Merle lifted a sarcastic eyebrow and went to wait outside of the bedchambers of his two Lords.

    The King chuckled and walked to the adjoining room, lights automatically turning themselves on as he walked in. He looked around at the impressive collection of sex toys littering the shelves and boxes before coming in the section holding the beads. Pursing his lips in thoughts for a while, he grabbed a set of six red 3 inches diameters rubber beads, held together by a thin string of rope.

    He walked back into the bedroom and knelt in front of the side of the high bed, still amazed by the tininess of his mate as his feet weren’t even close to reach the floor. “I took the red ones,” he said with a smile.

    Skye eyed them eagerly and leaned back on his elbows, raising his legs to rest his ankles on Daren’s shoulder. “You know I don’t need to be plugged to hold the cum in me,” he informed and moaned when Daren slowly eased the plug out of his hole.

    Daren chuckled. “Oh I know,” he said, “I know perfectly well about Sexo anatomy, baby.” He teasingly circled the gaping, naturally-lubricated hole for a moment before caressing the tip of the heavy plug to shove it inside Skye’s vagina rapidly.

    “Oh gods!” Skye exclaimed, his hips lifting from the bed in pleasure, massive belly pointed out toward the ceiling.

    Daren lifted a hand to caress Skye’s rock hard round belly and waited until Skye came down from his highs. “Okay?” he asked gently.

    Skye panted for a moment and nodded, his hands on the sides of his belly. “…’t’s cold,” he said, rolling his hips unconsciously.

    Daren laughed, his eyes transfixed on Skye spread out pussy lips around the thick 4 inches large heavy steel plug. His small lover’s cock twitching in renewed anticipation and the prospect of being filled up from both ends. “Okay,” he said, licking his lips, “now the beads.”

    Skye lifted himself up on his elbows and watched Daren cover each beads with the bottle of lubricant always residing on their bedside table. “Six?” he asked.

    Daren put the bottle of lub back down on the floor and looked up worriedly. “Is it too much?”

    Skye shook his head. “No,” he said, “it’s just…I’d prefer if it were your cum, s’all,” he said quietly, running loving hands on the sides of his engorged belly.

    Daren hummed and grabbed the first beads, bringing it to Skye’s back opening. “You know the Doc doesn’t want you to overdo it. Last time we went too far and you got hooked to being filled with way too much cum. Toys are a good compromise for your constant need to be filled.”

    Skye’s humming acknowledgement turned into a deep moan a Daren pushed the first rubber bead in his asshole.

    When they were at five, Skye was one again fully erected and leaking pre-cum. Never one to disappoint his tiny lover, Daren leaned over and took the whole shaft in his mouth as he pressed the last bead inside Skye’s quivering hole.

    The Sexo yelled in bliss as he felt the six beads comfortably snuggled themselves and accommodating to the tight space of his anus sack before coming to wonderfully rest around his prostate. Spent and panting like crazy, Skye sighed and swept his forehead of the sweat amassed here. “I don’t think I’ll even be able to stand…let alone walk,” he wheezed out, rubbing his curved belly.

    Daren licked his lips, savoring Skye unique sugary cum and stared proudly at his handiwork. Skye’s cunt was gripping the plug almost desperately, quivering in small spasms of pleasure and his asshole was back to his former tight shape, only the string and ring attached of the beads was hanging out of it. Both cunt and ass dripping with Skye’s natural body fluids, cum and lub.

    Daren stood and stretched, looking down at his softened cock hanging between his legs and walked back to the bathroom, grabbing a damp towel and bringing it back to the bedroom. Skye was still lying down, his legs dangling in the air on the side of the bed, his huge inflated belly lifting up and down with Skye now normal respiration.

    He walked to the bed, sitting next to Skye and methodically started to clean his tiny lover of the sweat, cum and fluids accumulated on his body. Once done, he lightly smacked at Skye’s bottom and cunt, making his lover groan.

    “Alright,” Daren finally said, “time to go. Merle’s waiting and you got your appointment with the Doc.”

    Skye struggled to sit on the bed and let Daren help him to the floor. He swayed for a moment, adjusting to his center of gravity being changed because of the large amount of cum inside his belly as well as the two toys deep in his body, and let Daren lead him to their dressing.

    Daren handed him a pair of underwear, then a pair of black fitting pants, snug around his tights and ass, hugging his figure perfectly; the waistband just resting under his belly, and a blood red tunic. His lover helped him dress, and then crouched down to help him with his socks and boots.

    Daren dressed quickly; black pants, black shirt and black shoes and turned to observe Skye, smiling when he saw his tiny lover look at himself in the tall ceiling to floor mirror, tuning right and left to examine the angle of his body, his hands resting on his huge tunic covered belly.

    “How do I look?” Skye asked when he met Daren’s eyes in the mirror.

    Daren came behind him and placed his massive hands on the underside of the engorged belly. “Gorgeous,” he answered truthfully; gently running the fingers of one hand through Skye’s disheveled black hair. “And full,” he added after a moment.

    Skye beamed at him and absently circled the visible tip of his belly button from under his tunic. “The Doc wants to give me complete one year check-up,” he said. “After last time—” he trailed quietly.

    Daren nodded and kissed the side of Skye’s neck.

    Last time, a year ago, Skye absorbed too much cum, his belly holding more than twenty litters of sperm while the standard, safe capacity of a Sexo was around ten. Skye got addicted and fell terribly ill because the docs didn’t want Daren to cum in Skye anymore. He went through detox for three months, belly empty and only sustained with synthetic cum through I.V.

    Daren never wanted to see Skye suffer like that ever again. He still had nightmares hearing Skye’s howls of agony and the craziness in his eyes by sheer need of a fix.

    “Well, that’s good,” he said quietly. “You’re healthy and we never overdid it since the Doc put the blocker on me.”

    Skye grimaced. “I’m sorry you had to do that for me,” he said guiltily.

    Daren rubbed more vigorously at Skye’s rounded belly. “Hey,” he said firmly, “It’s perfectly normal that I did it. My role is to protect you and I let things go too far. I should have seen something wasn’t right. But I got too carried away and let myself be distracted by my functions of King, and you suffered from it.”

    He took a deep breath and cupped the whole of Skye belly, slightly lifting the tiny man from the floor. “Having something that block the amount of sperm I cum is a small price. I still cum,” he said with a smile, “you know it,” he continued pointedly staring at Skye belly. “It’s just…that I cum a certain amount then I cum dry.”

    Skye nodded and moved from one foot to another, relishing in the sensation of the plug cozy inserted deep in his pussy and the beads shifting in his ass.

    If they weren’t so taken with their obligations he’d get naked again and would impaled himself on Daren and ride him hard all day long. In his ass this time. His pussy only served to get the amount of cum necessary to sustain him and while he had pleasure by having his womb pounded, his ass was really his main pleasure center.

    He never liked being empty there; thus him spending the night with a fat steel plug in him. Normally, Daren slept with his cock in his ass, but last night his lover had came home late after a series of meeting and had to have been exhausted for having fallen asleep immediately and not taking Skye.

    “Alright, baby,” Daren said, bringing him out of his thoughts, “we have to go. I don’t know what that emissary wants but it can’t be good,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around Skye waist and leading his lover out of the dressing room.

    They walked back to their bedroom and Daren opened the door for Skye who smiled at Merle still waiting. “Sorry, Merle,” the tiny Sexo apologized sincerely, “we had you wait.”

    Merle smiled gently down at his King’s and best friend’s Soulmate and shook his head. “No harm done, my little Prince,” he said, politely kissing the back of Skye’s hand. “It’s always a pleasure to wait for you so long and be greeted by such a gorgeous sigh,” he smiled, racking his eyes up and down Skye figure, eyes resting on the huge rounded belly.

    Skye burst out of a million giggles and amusedly smacked Merle’s shoulder. “You giant flirt,” he snorted at the other Centaur.

    Daren cleared his throat loudly and the two others turned around. “Yes, dear,” Skye said with a beaming smile, “we know you’re here,” he laughed, his hands holding the underside of his heavy belly.

    Daren sighed dramatically good-naturally and turned to look at Merle. “See what I have to live with?” he said, caressing Skye’s belly.

    Merle looked at them with soft eyes and a trace of longing in them. It wasn’t a secret that Merle had lost his Soulmate ten years ago. The simple fact that he was alive was a miracle. Dell was Skye’s best friend and had been killed when giving his life to protect his Prince when the palace (a spaceship always travelling in space) had been attacked by the Kilz, the arch nemesis of the Centaurs.

    Skye had never really forgotten himself as he had always seen Dell’s death as his own fault. Ten years ago, Daren had found Merle hanging from a balustrade, trying to kill himself, but the King had saved him. Things had not been easy but Merle had pulled through. Daren always said Merle was the strongest person he knew, because he would die instantly if he was to lose Skye.

    Sexos and Centaurs were immortal but could be killed with a special sort of poison that was extremely rare in the universe. Dell was killed when he received an arrow covered in poison in the chest. He died an agonizingly long death in Skye’s powerless arms as Daren and Merle were fighting the Kilz.

    “Skye, dear,” Daren said, gently pushing him.

    Skye blinked out of his thought and smiled up at his lover. “Yes. I have to go to the Doc.”

    Merle frowned and looked worryingly at him. “Are you alright, Skye?”

    Skye nodded and smiled at him. “Yes. No worry.” He turned and waddled down the corridor, turning and waving at them before disappearing around a corner.

    Merle and Daren stared at his backside until they couldn’t see him and sighed in unison. “He’s—”

    “Yeah,” Daren interrupted, voice choked up and cock stirring interestingly in his suddenly too tight pants.

    Daren sat in his throne looking down at the emissary with a look that resembled disgust. “You mean to tell me you got me wrenched out of bed for a seemingly urgent matter only to hear you say that?” he snapped. He rubbed his face in pure annoyance; he should be with Skye at the hospital wing to support his tiny Soulmate.

    “Majesty,” the emissary sputtered, bowing nearly in half, his long nose nearly touching the ground, “it never happened in Jalia,” he pleaded, “such an awful act—”

    Daren stood suddenly and glared at the man. “Are you telling me that finding one of your fellow citizens in the throw of having sex is an…awful act?” he spat out.

    The emissary cowered. “My Lord, you have to understand that such a vile practice is prohibited on Jalia and—”

    Daren stalked toward the man, towering over him menacingly. “I revoked any treaty forbidding sexual acts in the whole Centaurus system. Are my laws not to be followed or are you and your pompous clique of boot-lickers above my word?”

    The man trembled and knelt down in a visible submissive position, the Centaur standing tall to his full 9″8 height above him. “Y—yes, majesty, I mean, no! No of course we are not above your words, we—”

    Daren cut him off with a frustrated wave of his hand. “I will personally come to see what is happening on Jalia,” he hissed angrily.

    The emissary paled even more. “Wh—when can we be blessed by your visit, my Lord?” he asked in a shaking voice, beads of sweat pearling on his balding forehead and running down his drawn rat-like face.

    Daren sneered. “I will come when I see fit. I don’t think I owe you any explanation.”

    The emissary nodded frantically and cowered even more. “Of course my Lord!” he squeaked.

    Daren stalked back to his throne and sat down, leaning over with his elbows resting on the armrests. “In the meantime, you will remove any charges pressed against the two Jalians you arrested and free them. Do I make myself clear?” he growled.

    The emissary sobbed and nearly crawled back out of the throne room when Daren ordered him out of his sigh.

    Daren sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “God, I thought we were finished with all those narrow-minded prudes out there.”

    Merle walked up the stairs leading to the throne and smiled apologetically. “I wasn’t informed of the reason of his visit,” he said quietly. “I would have never—”

    Daren stopped him with a gently hand on his forearm. “I know, Merle. Don’t worry. I’m just glad Skye wasn’t there.”

    Merle chuckled. “He’d have had that man disposed of and send his head back to Julia.”

    Daren laughed. “Oh yes. Then he would have gone there and have them all publically executed.”

    Merle looked back down at the folder he held. “You don’t have any appointment until four this afternoon. You can go and see Skye.”

    Daren smiled gratefully at his best friend and hurried out of the throne room by a small back door behind the thrones and nearly ran to the hospital wing.

    Daren quickly reached the hospital wing and stopped outside of the one way mirror observing the flurry of activity in the infirmary. Several nurses were bustling around; all of them beautiful Sexos with different shapes of rounded belly, and finally several doctors, all Centaurs, doing whatever it was they did. He let he eyes travel to the center of the room and smiled when he saw his lover.

    Skyes was reclining down on a dentist-like chair, naked, his eyes close and his legs held apart and placed on stir-ups, his ankles strapped with soft paddle leather. His hands were resting peacefully on his huge throbbing belly and Daren could see Doc (his name was Pome but everyone called him Doc as he was head doctor on this ship), sitting on a stool between Skye’s spread legs. As he approached quietly, Daren could see Doc was examining Skyes insides, his uterus held wide open by a thick speculum. The large steel plug that had been in Skye since this morning was resting on a wheeling platter next to them.

    “Hey Doc,” Daren said as way of greeting.

    The Doc turned and smiled in greeting at his Lord and turned back to what he was doing. Skye opened his eyes and smiled up at his lover. “I thought you had a meeting with the emissary.”

    Daren snorted and rolled another stool to sit next to Skye, placing his huge hand on the top of his lover’s heaving belly. “I send him back. And we’re heading for Jalia.”

    Skye hummed and slightly lifted his hips when Doc made a sharp twist with his fingers inside him.

    “How is he?” Daren asked with his eyes fixed on Doc’s hand buried to the wrist in Skye’s pussy.

    Doc smiled at him. “He’s good. I’m probing the walls of his uterus and all seem perfectly well. Some swelling around the back but nothing major.”

    Daren nodded and looked up when he felt his lover’s ocean blue eyes staring at him. “Hear that, baby? You’re good.”

    Skye smiled and rubbed the sides of his belly, rolling his hips, instinctively wanting more than just a hand rammed in his body.

    “The plug was a good idea, also,” Doc continued, “helps keep his uterus walls relaxed. He’s almost ready to form eggs with your cum and should be able to lay them tomorrow.”

    Daren smiled happily at his lover and his eyes couldn’t help but stray down to Skye’s rosy puckered hole still gripping almost jealously the beads in his body; the string still hanging out of the totally smooth and hairless body. “At what time do we have to come here for the birth?” he asked after blinking back to reality.

    Doc took his hand back and put the plug back in Skye easing the speculum out of Skye, the two Centaurs watching the quivery pussy lips immediately greedily seizing the plug.

    “Once the first contractions start,” Doc answered grabbing a tub of cream and pouring some on Skye’s belly. “If you would rub that on the Prince’s belly, Daren,” he asked with a smile on gentle face.

    Daren started to massage Skye’s belly, teasingly circling his popped-up belly button. “You okay, baby?” he asked as he massaged the sides of the engorged belly.

    Skye nodded. “Yeah,” he answered, “relieved. I have eleven litters of cum in me,” he said with a moan and Daren started rubbing his underside belly, very close to his cock. “And I’ll birth the eggs tomorrow, so you’ll be able to cum in me very quickly.”

    Daren smiled at him and bend over to kiss him languidly on the lips, still massaging the hard rock belly, kneading it with expert fingers. “I can still cum here,” he said flirtingly while gently pressing the tip of his thumb inside Skye’s puckered asshole, idly playing with the sting of the beads and slightly pushing it out, thus moving the beads snug and deep inside Skye.

    “Ooooooh,” Skye moaned his cock suddenly standing at attention. “I—I—uhm—” he panted incoherently, one hand on the side of his belly pushing up toward the ceiling, his hips lifting for the chair and his other hand gripping the backrest behind his head, legs still spread wide on the stir-ups.

    Daren pushed his thumb out and rolled the string of the beds around his index finger, then gently started to push it back. Skye hips rolled almost on their own accord as Daren tugged on the string. Still sitting on the stool, but now right between Skye spread legs, the Centaur licked his lips at the sight of the first bright red bead pocking out of Skye’s stretched glittering hole.

    Daren looked transfigured as Skye’s stretched hole around the bead suddenly contracted and pushing the red rubber out of the body with a wet pop, the following bead quickly following for release.

    Daren stared up at Skye. His tiny lover’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, his face pushed against the arm that held the backrest of the seat and his other frantically rubbing his belly, Daren perfectly well that Skye was basking in the sheer pleasure of being fill-up and engorged impossibly wide to the maximum by the heavy and scorching cum of his Soulmate.

    Of course, since the year Skye had had more than twenty litters of cum in him, Daren knew his tiny lover was feeling quiet desperate by what he thought was a too small belly. A year ago, his belly had been so big that Skye couldn’t be out of bed anymore and could only be resting on his side, the mass of 44 pounds of cum weighting him down.

    He continued his ministration, using his thumb to push the plug in Skye’s dripping pussy while still tugging at the beads and letting his lover’s body do the rest by expelling them. Ten minutes of this and Skye was reduced to a blabbering mess of incoherent words, varying between ‘please’, ‘harder’, ‘deeper’ and ‘in me’.

    Tugging harshly at the last two remaining beads, Daren stood and quickly got his cock out of his pants, aligning the thick round head to Skye’s desperate hole. He pushed slowly, but stopped when his lover sobbed. “Please!” the tiny Sexo begged. “Please, fuck me!”

    Daren gulped and gave a sharp jolt of hips and quickly found himself completely impaled in Skye’s asshole, his balls flapping wetly against his lover’s firm rounded globe. They didn’t use the verb ‘fuck’. The both of them found it particularly degrading, but once in a while in the throw of sex, if Skye asked to ‘be fucked’, then it meant he wanted it hard, fast and dirty until he was screaming himself hoarse.

    Always one to indulge his precious lover Daren promptly started to pound into him at an inhuman speed inherited from his Centaur gene. Seconds into that violent, animalistic drilling, Skye was trashing around, his legs still bound to the seat his hands frenetically running circles on his loaded belly, hips jerkily pushing up toward the ceiling. “Gods, Daren, please, please, please,” he muttered incessantly, his tony body completely at the mercy of Daren’s s hammering. “Yeah, yeah, fill me up, please, fill me up with your cum, please, I—I wanna have your cum in me, please, please cum in me, I wanna be filled up, please, please, I want your think cum inside me, please!” he continuously sobbed. “Oh, Daren, ouh, ooooh, please, please, harder, pleaser, come deeper! PLEASE!” he screamed, hands spread wide on his belly and his head trashing left and right. “Gods, please, I can—can feel it, your big cock, so full Daren, I feel so full, Daren, so, so—gods, oh, please, I feel so full, so full of your cum. I can feel it swirling in my belly, look at me Daren, I’m carrying your thick cum, so hot, so hot! Daren, it’s sooo good, so heavy, oh please, please, please!”

    Encouraged by Skye’s sweet words, Daren drew back until he was nearly out of his lover’s hole, panting and moaning at the sight of Skye’s drenched quivering hole. He rammed his cock back in, leaning over Skye’s belly to kiss his lover and started fucking his mouth with his tongue at the same time as he was drilling into Skye’s ass. Several minutes later, Skye cried out and blindly reach under his belly to grab his cock and started a quick almost savage pace on his own shaft.

    Lost in their own world, the two panted and moaned sweet words at each other until Skye screamed his released; his hips jerking up, stretched hole viciously clenching around Daren’s mammoth pole. Moaning loudly at the feeling, Daren gave one last hard push, violently rising Skye up the seat and yelled his release; long threads of scorching sperm coating the insides of Skye’s anus and filling his anal sack.

    The giant Centaur laid a moment there; half on Skye, cock still deeply embedded in his lover’s tiny body, the feeling of Skye’s hard rock belly pushing with every mad panting of the Sexo against his own stomach nearly enough to make his rock harden again and make him go again.

    Shaking his head in amusement, Daren stood back and observed Skye. His gorgeous lover was lying completely spend; thick ropes of his cum covering his huge belly, cock spend and still twitching between his legs. His eyes were closed as he tried to control his breathing, one hand idly spraying his cum on his massive belly while the other absently pushed the plug still present and implanted in his convulsing pussy.

    “I never tire of this,” Doc suddenly said from behind.

    Daren turned his head and chuckled at the vision of Doc’s cock being licked clean of cum by his kneeling Sexo. Nova was a beautiful blond haired Sexo, taller than Skye (but then Skye was the smallest Sexo ever created) and stockier. His eyes were brown and his body nearly as black as the night. Daren let his eyes trailed down the Sexo’s body and smiled softly at the small amount of belly he carried. It was just slightly rounded; proof that Nova was at the beginning of his feeding cycle and had recently laid Doc’s cum eggs.

    Every month, like a menstruation period, the Sexo laid eggs formed by congealing cum sans spermatozoids. Spermatozoids were what fed the Sexos and it was absorbed during each month of a cycle letting only cum inside their belly. It then congealed and formed oval shape eggs of varying size the Sexo had to lay down at the end of each month. Then the cycle could begin again and the Centaur would cum in their Sexos until the next cycle and so on.

    Rubbing his hands on Skye’s belly, he looked up at Skye in surprise when he felt a strange hardness on the right side. “Eggs already started to solidify?” he asked quietly.

    Skye nodded and smiled at him. The prospect of laying Daren’s eggs always made Skye happy. It was generally a long process; tiring but sexually gratifying as each eggs pushed hard against his uterine walls for long period and left him in a constant state of orgasm during all the birthing process. It was generally the second thing all Sexos preferred, right after being filled up with cum by their Soulmate.

    “Alright,” Daren said after a moment of continuing to massage Skye’s belly. He slowly started to ease of cock out of his lover’s body and watched mesmerized as Skye’s asshole gaped emptily for a moment before a violent gush of pure white cum poured out of the already tightening hole. Skye moaned tiredly at the sensation and continued to massage his belly as he let the cum floor out of him.

    “Should I put the beads back in?” Daren asked after quickly swiping the damp towel on his cock that Doc had handed him and re tucking himself in his pants.

    Skye seemed to consider the question and finally nodded. “Yeah. I need to keep my anal walls spread out. Tomorrow you’ll be in me when I give birth and I don’t want us to lose time prepping me.”

    Daren chuckled and took the beads, nodding his thanks when Doc, always anticipating their needs and wants handed him a bottle of lub. “You’re so pragmatic, baby, where’s your romantic side?”

    Skye leaned on his elbow, pushing himself up with difficulty and started at Daren above his massive cum engorged belly. “I’ll be lost in a several hour long orgasm, love,” he said with a crooked smile, “I think all I’ll be thinking about is to cum and have those massive eggs out of my body and riding your cock till my ass will be filled to the rim and dripping cum.”

    Daren moaned and coated the beads with lub. “Stop or I’m gonna cum again.”

    Skye laughed and leaned back, letting Daren insert the beads back in his body. “I forgot Centaurs for all of their stamina and stud cocks could only ever come so often.”

    Daren mercilessly rammed the first bead in Skye’s hole relishing in his lover’s squeak of surprise. “Don’t insult the guy feeding you and providing your more than daily orgasm.”

    Skye reached his hands and gently caressed Daren’s arms up and down, smiling softly in apology. Daren shook his head and leaned over to kiss him, telling him mutely that he understood Skye was only joking.

    He made quick work of inserting the six beads and before he knew it, Skye felt a sharp smack on his hole and pussy. “There, done,” Daren said, swiping the damp towel on Skye’s genitals.

    “Do you always have to smack me?” he asked, watching Daren unfasten the leather straps around his ankles.

    Daren nodded. “I just want to make sure you’re all nicely plugged and beaded,” he explained twirling the ring and thin string dangling from his lover’s asshole.

    Skye moaned but sat on the chair, reaching a hand to ask for Daren’s help.

    The Centaur was quick to oblige and wrapped a powerful, thick muscular arm around Skye’s waist and helped put him on the floor. He grabbed Skye’s clothes and dressed him quickly but efficiently, noting with satisfaction that his cuming in Skye’s asshole had helped engorging his lover’s belly even more as the tunic, fitting this morning, was now stretched out taut against Skye’s belly, his belly button standing out even more.

    Daren smiled gently at his lover and ran a hand on Skye’s belly, stopping at his navel. “Uhm, for tonight, I know a hole we didn’t explore today…”

    Skye shivered in anticipation and waddled to Doc. “Thanks Doc,” he said, hugging him and then hugging Nova, “we’ll see you tomorrow for the birth.”

    Saying their goodbyes, Daren wrapped a protective, loving arm around his lover’s shoulder, marveling at the sight of such a small being moving around with so much sperm weighting him down.

    You know how you mind blocks out everything surrounding you to make you only feel what was happening now?

    That was exactly what was happening to Skye as he spread his shivering cummy asshole to his mate to show him he was ready. The beads were lying forgotten on the side and Skye was lying on his back, feet planted on the mattress, knees draw on the sides of his massive cum-engorged belly.

    He felt warm stream of cum run out of his loose ass, trickling onto the crack of his bottom. The haze in his mind cleared up and he knew, now, that what he wanted was for the man kneeling in front of him to stuff his swollen cock inside him, inch by inch, thrust by thrust and deposit his scalding seed into him.

    Daren leaned over turning his head to smile at Merle sitting on the side of the bed also smiling down at them. They liked to indulge Merle. After losing his Soulmate he had no way to release his sexual needs as constant masturbating wasn’t healthy for a Centaur and after talking lengthily between them, Daren and Skye decided that Merle needed them.

    And Skye was never one to refuse having two Centaurs cock deep inside him and feel them cum at the same time. Not being mated with Skye, even if Merle came inside his womb, Skye’s body wasn’t able to stock the sperm and it always came down gushing out after ejaculation. It didn’t bother them, and in reality, Daren was even more relieved when Doc told them this little tidbit about Sexos as he didn’t want another man’s cum inside Skye’s belly, even if it was Merle.

    Daren blinked as he heard Skye moaned and realized that he had been lost in thoughts and that his cock was throbbing like crazy against Skye’s left leg. Nodding at Merle, the two took position and quickly but efficiently lifted Skye on their laps, sandwiching the tiny being between them.

    Merle threw his head back as he slowly lowered himself and pushed straight into Skye’s balls, massaging them and making them suck with his pre-cum. His shaft tickled Skye’s entrance as he rubbed his big 1 foot 5 length and 8 inches girth cock into the small Sexo’s soft taut hole and firmly but gently clasped Skye’s hips and positioned himself.

    Taking a deep breath, Merle slowly started to push up inside Skye. He leaned forwards and sandwiched Skye tightly between his chest and Daren’s; Skye’s back against Merle’s chest. Skye mewled blissfully as he could feel Merle slip up into his ass and the heat rolling off Merle’s chest into the back of his neck as the Centaur grinded into him with his meaty cock and Skye wiggled back into his thick abs.

    Merle grabbed the sides of Skye’s buge belly and started to grind into him. Skye gasped and panted as he could feel the massive heavy balls pressing on his opening, loosening him up a little each time. It was so big that Skye saw stars when Merle slammed his hips into his, trying to force his ass open around his cock.

    Thick pre-cum slid down Skye’s legs as Merle dug his balls into Skye’s ass with sharp hammering pushes, instantly filling Skye up as the bulge kept cum from seeping out, and the Centaur pushed in deeper and deeper with each plunge.

    Skye loved the feeling. He loved how he felt inside and wanted Merle’s balls to be fully rammed inside his hole. He wanted to take those balls! He felt Merle’s legs brush against his thighs and then with one especially deep thrust, Merle’s balls popped in. Skye cried out in pure bliss, his ass tight around the base and he squeezed around Merle as hard as he could.

    At that moment, Merle started cuming and Skye could feel every inch of Centaur cock pulsing as he spewed hot cum into Skye and it felt like every inch was getting thicker and exploding at once. Merle dug into the sides of Skye’s rounded belly and decorated his insides with ropes of sticky cum and Skye felt him shudder as he fired his last few shots into his worn out hole.

    Merle sagged against Skye’s back, slowly rubbing tiny circles on Skye’s belly and gently tugged, but his cock was stuck; all the cum pooling inside Skye’s asshole trying to seep out as Merle’s meaty balls acted like a cork. Skye cried out and frantically grabbed his own cock in his hand and started to jerk off as he came from the feeling of being filled with all that boiling hot seed.

    Skye knew that Merle wasn’t finished cuming and sagged back against the Centaur’s chest, feeling a slight pressure as Merle stretched his opening loose one more time.

    Suddenly, he felt cum gush out as Merle big cock popped out of his ass. It rolled down Skye’s cheeks and dripped from his softening cock and Skye mewled at the feeling of being so empty and reached down to tug at the plug still held prisoner between his pussy lips.

    But of course, it wasn’t the end. By a long shot!

    Daren had been watching avidly as his best friend hammered his Soulmate’s hole, jerking off his off cock while Skye and Merle slowly reach completion. Smiling at his small mate desperate mewl and attempt to ram the plug in his pussy deeper, Daren gently tugged on Skye’s legs so he was reclined snuggly against Merle’s chest, the other Centaur still massaging the stretched tight belly.

    Daren grabbed Skye’s ankles and spread his legs nice and wide, his cock already dripping pre-cum onto his Soulmate’s thighs and positioned himself, dead set at enjoying the sloppy quivering channel.

    The cum inside Skye squirted out as he felt the pressure of Daren’s cock touch his opening. He spread his legs even wider as the King started slowly pressing into him. In one quick slide, Daren got his entire cock in. He grabbed Skye’s hips, Merle still massaging the belly, and made long, deep thrusts. It wasn’t even five minutes and he blew his load into Skye.

    Skye had his eyes riveted to the ceiling and was just enjoying the feeling of his two Centaurs fucking him to insanity. Hands were everywhere on his belly, cock were deep where they felt so good, and Skye couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of being covered in his own cum and feeling Merle and Daren’s cum tainting the sheets and their sweaty bodies.

    It lasted for hours, Merle and Daren witching places while Skye’s asshole was thoroughly used until it was sloppy and red and shiny and gaping wide. Skye moaned and grunted as his hips drove into the cocks buried inside his bowels. While one was fucking him the other one was jerking off, waiting for the other to finish before the other stepped in.

    Soon, the royal bedroom only resonated with their moaning, panting, and pleading and cries of ecstasy as they reach orgasm again and again.

    As soon as one cock pulled out of Skye’s used hole, another one stuffed itself in. Skye was screwed in every position thinkable and doable with the mass of his belly that quickly but surely engorged itself even more. They decided to leave the plug in Skye’s vagina as it was not safe for Daren to cum in it and decided to only fuck Skye’s in the ass and mouth.

    Skye was incoherent now, unable to form any rational thoughts.

    Some orgasms were rough and fast; hard thrusts, while other were long, full ones and tender. Sometimes, Merle or Daren just popped the head of their cocks in and out until they came and other times, they would just hump him and then come in his throat or on his belly.

    The bed sheets were coated with drips of cum, and between the quick fuckings there was barely time for the cumshots to escape out of his anus sack. Soon, Skye’s belly was even more swelled as the size of his anal sack was expended and pressing against his full womb. As he was fucked, Skye could feel the eggs forming in his belly and the sheer weight of them only made him more desperate to ride Merle and Daren’s cocks wild until he came.

    Skye was getting filled up from both holes and the flickering of the many candles lighting the bedroom was soon forgotten as only the grunts and moans, squishing sound of skin on skin and the smell of sweat and fresh semen was the only thing Skye could concentrate on.

    After more than five hours of that, well into the night, Skye wasn’t even starting to feel tired and was just hooked to the taste and smell of semen. He simply loved being a Sexo and such orgy of sex was his reason of living. Especially when he was in the arms of his Soulmate and a man he considered as a dear friends.

    All the cocks pushing into him just stuffed the previous cumshots even deeper in his belly and he could feel it slosh around inside his anal sack. It got stronger and stronger until his anal sack was finally pushing to the maximum of its capacity and Skye felt it gushing out as it couldn’t be expended anymore. He let himself lean against Daren’s chest, tired of holding himself up with the mass of his belly. He had lost track of who took their shot at him long ago.

    The bedroom was bursting with activity which began to calm down after a while. The thrust had become more languid and tired, and Daren and Merle were gentler as tiredness began to drop on them. They had probably been there for six to seven hour now.

    One of the Centaurs flipped Skye onto his back and signaled at the other to come over. Skye had already been spit roasted already, and thought it was what was coming now but then the two Centaurs pressed the heads of their cocks together at his loose, cummy hole at the same time. They started pressing into Skye. He didn’t think he could get stretched open any more that he already was but it was happening.

    They grinded against him until the heads popped in and kept pressing into him trying to stuff the tiny Sexo full. Skye was getting sandwiched again so all he could do was relax and try to bear down on their cocks.

    After several minutes, they finally got in and gripped him so tightly that it was hard to breathe. After a while, they began a steady tempo and rocked back and forth into him, the penetration feeling wonderful. Heat rolled off all of their muscled bodies and Skye moaned with each thrust as their cocks slid in and out of him, and rubbed against one another and his insides. They both grunted and pressed as hard as they could at the same time.

    After a while, Skye felt himself be shifted again and felt Daren pulled out of his hole. Merle was still in him, gently rolling his hips and thrusting in Skye with tiny pushes. Panting and eyes half opened, Skye cried out loudly when he felt Daren start to push his cock in his popped out belly button.

    Skye whined and trashed, hands gripping the sides of his belly desperately at the sheer pressure of having such a massive cock press against his cum-engorged bellybutton. He gasped and unconsciously clamped down on Merle cock still embedded snuggly in his asshole.

    Eyes riveting to Daren’s cock pressing in his belly, Skye felt a stabbing pressure and a shock of pleasure as the gigantic cock head popped his bellybutton wide open. With his hole stuffed full with Merle’s pole and his belly pushed up in the air toward Daren’s cock, all of Skye’s body started thrumming with signs of sexual trance Sexo often felt when in the mist of intense continued pleasure.

    He frantically rubbed his engorged rock hard belly as he stared in awe as Daren’s cock pushed in slow as the bellybutton stretched tightly around the pole-like shaft. Six inches, eight inches, then ten, then one foot. And finally the full length of 1 foot 5 of Daren’s cock was completely deep inside.

    He pushed straight into the eggs formed into Skye’s belly and filled his bellybutton with hot pre-cum and all the mixed fluids inside Skye made his belly raise and fall in spasms of intense and maddening pleasure.

    He could feel every throb of the two cocks from the shaft race down to the bloated heads. It was amazing how full he felt with being plugged by nearly every hole. He felt the two pairs of heavy soccer balloon-sized balls bump against his stretched asshole and the skin of his taut belly.

    Then they started bucking their hips simultaneously, slowly, Skye’s tiny body rocking back and forth; impaling himself on Merle’s cock and pushing back up in Daren’s cock in his navel. The pressure of his own orgasm was overwhelming. The two Centaurs made long, powerful thrusts, driving the entire length of their cocks in and out with every movement.

    Skye felt tears of heavenly bliss fell down his cheeks as the two set of balls slapped against his skin. His insides parted to make room for those giant Centaurs cocks and he became dizzy as Merle started to bottom out inside him pushing his body up with his massive shaft.

    Manhandled and totally submissive to the two Centaurs holding him, Skye lost himself in the sensation. Merle was lifting him up until just the very tip of his leaking cock and Skye braced himself for what was to come, getting ready to be stuffed violently, and howled in pleasure as his cock exploded in thick beams of cum as Merle slammed his entire length in with one thrust and Daren did the same above him; filling him up instantly, the both of them starting dumping cum into his loose body. Powerful stream after powerful stream squirted into him by both ends. It spurted out of his belly button and ass before they even finish cuming.

    Skye laid back and luxuriated in each pulse of hot sperm into his deepest cavities. The pulses became less frequent and after a few minutes, finally stopped. He could feel each inch of cocks softening as they got ready to pull out.

    Their flares rubbed every inch of his insides as they dragged them through his channels. His two holes were fucked inside out, his bellybutton popping back out sloppily and his anus nearly prolapsing. His holes were fucked so loose that cum flooded out like it came from a faucet and pooled as soon as they totally removed their cocks from his body with a double pop.

    The three of them let themselves fall back on the bed, Skye snuggly cuddled between the two Centaurs, as they tried to get their breathing to normal. Skye could still feel the cum gush out of his holes like a tidal wave of cum slushed around on the bed sheets as he couldn’t hold it any longer. Thick streams began to pool around him on the sheets and he squeezed with whatever energy he had left, cupping his hand under his asshole.

    Relaxing and letting the slimy cum pool into his open hand, he brought it to his mouth and tilted his head slightly back and poured it down his throat, his other hand massaging Daren’s cum on his belly from his still sloppy bellybutton like he was spreading a cream on his skin.

    His asshole was so worn that the sperm gurgled into his open palm when he squeezed. He just wanted to taste the mixed seed of his two favorite Centaurs. He drank and drank, tasting the strong smell of fresh cum when he licked his tiny fingers. Hot, creamy, thick, sticky cum was addicting. He loved it.

    After he was done, he slumped down and snuggled against Daren—Merle flushed against his back—and yawned in exhaustion, the three still trying to catch their breath.

    “Alright, it’s alright,” Daren gently crooned, rubbing slow circle on Skye’s back.

    They were standing in a big shower stool in the hospital wing, a hot stream of water falling down Skye’s back to sooth the pain of contraction.

    Skye was leaning with his forehead against Daren’s stomach, his huge cum engorged belly hanging between them, his tiny hands desperately kneading the taut flesh as the contraction seized his lower abdomen.

    Daren gently lowered his hand between his Soulmate’s legs and pressed his fingers into Skye’s pussy; easily gliding them in and spreading the lips apart. “You’re dripping wet down there baby, perfect lub for the eggs. The first one is coming, I can touch it.”

    Skye moaned in pleasure at the sheer pressure of Daren’s fingers pushing the egg back up his womb.

    “You’re doing really well, baby,” Daren continued to croon, his fingers still embedded in Skye’s body, monitoring the position of the eggs. “Alright, now relax and push!” he ordered calmly.

    The fingers of Skye’s left hand gripped the hard and heavy mass of his belly, while the other gripped Daren’s forearm. The small Sexo took a deep breath and as the pleasure of the contraction started to grow and build up he started to push against Daren’s fingers and could feel the big mass of the first egg start its way down.

    “Ohhhh,” he moaned as he felt his pussy start to expand around the wide size of the cum-egg. He cried out as the rough edge of the egg rubbed against his inside walls and his pussy lips. Soon he was cumming, his cock exploding in burst of white and thick ropes as the first egg dropped suddenly and fell into Daren’s waiting hands.

    “Good job, Skye,” Daren crooned, “you did really well!”

    Doc’s head suddenly appeared at the shower stall entrance and smiled at them. “Daren, now that the first egg is out, we can move Skye to the chair.”

    Daren nodded and grabbed Skye gently by the waist, carrying him toward the main lab and sitting on a much larger chair than the one Skye had used the day before and positioned Skye on his laps.

    His small Soulmate’s hips were trashing in wild circles and his tiny hands were still frenetically massaging his huge belly. Daren nodded at Doc after the man finished lubing his cock and positioned himself toward Skye’s asshole entrance. Not waiting any seconds, he pushed up, impaling Skye in one smooth push and started to pump him on his cock while his other hand plunged inside Skye’s pussy, feeling for the eggs. “Next one baby,” he moaned as he continued his furious plummeting.

    Skye lifted his head and looked over his visibly deflated belly, as one egg was now out. He moaned in pure bliss at the vision of his Centaurs massive pole like shaft hammering his already distended asshole and cried out his second orgasm in less than ten minutes as he felt the second egg drop quickly and push against the walls of his womb.

    He panted and moaned and incoherently begged as the second egg popped out with a gush of warm cum and body fluids. Completely limp and at the mercy of Daren manhandling him as he made him ride his thick engorged cock, Skye kept his hands on the sides of his still deflating belly and howled in pleasure as Daren’s cock kept pounding and pounding on his prostate.

    After an hour, Skye had already birthed twelve eggs and was leaning heavily against Daren’s chest still hammering him from behind. His belly was almost completely flat now, and the only sign of engorgement came from the last egg and Daren’s cock in him. His belly was visibly rising and falling with Daren’s rhythmical fucking and Skye had his eyes riveted to the sight of the small wavering of his belly.

    He wanted to scream and ride Daren’s cock until he came in him and fill him up good and tight with his hot creamy cum but Skye was too incoherent by his now constant orgasm and by the feeling of the last egg dropping and rubbing that sweet spot in his womb making him scream in pleasure and making him cum dry as his constant erected shaft was too dry to cum sperm anymore. As the last egg popped out, Daren pushed violently against his prostate and with a great spasm, Skye howled and passed out; his pussy expulsing the last egg and soon after gushing out the thick remaining cum that hadn’t solidified in eggs and the fluids of afterbirth.

    Daren quickly finished; cuming with a scream in his Soulamte clamping asshole and leaned back down, panting and lovingly cradling his mate against his chest, his thick cock slowly softening in Skye’s asshole.

    Doc came to them and smiled warmly at his King and the exhausted Prince. “He did well, Majesty,” he said in a soft voice.

    Daren took a deep breath and lifted his head. “How many?” he gasped out.

    Doc’s face was awed. “Thirteen,” he answered. “It’s a great feat in itself,” he said.

    Daren smiled proudly and looked down at his Soulmate’s unconscious body. At this moment, his cock popped out of Skye’s asshole and a warm gush of cum flooded out of the Sexo’s distended hole.

    “He’s amazing,” he whispered.

    Doc nodded. “Bring him home, your Majesty, and rest, the both of you. Tomorrow you’ll have to start filling him up again.”


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  • Kenjie in Public

    “Kenjie, dito nalang tayo mag-antay ng taxi” ang pagkakarinig kong sabi ni Jacq- kaibigan ko, nang ihatid nila ako sa kanilang gate pagkatapos ng kanyang birthday party. Tipsy ako ng konti. Hindi kasi ako sanay uminom. Konting alak lang, hilo na agad ako.

    “Sige, Jacq. Pero mamaya niyo na ako iwan pag nakasakay na ako” sabi ko sa kanya.

    Twenty minutes na kaming nakatayo sa harap ng kanilang gate, dami na naming napagtawanan na kwento, pero wala pang nadaan na taxi. Limang minuto pa ulit ang nagdaan pero wala pa ring taxi’ng nadaan.

    “Ano ba naman to? Kanina pa tayo, wala pa ring taxing dumadaan. Ano ba kailangan kong gawin para may dumating na taxi? Kailangan ko bang mag-show rito?” patawa kong sabi. Kailangan ko kasing umuwi kahit gabi na kasi kailangan kong pumasok kinabukasan sa trabaho.

    “Eto pala si Arzy, sabay nalang kayong umuwi. Parehas lang naman kayo ng uuwian” ang sabi ni Jacq sa amin ni Arzy nang lumabas ito galing sa gate.

    Arzy- siya iyong isa sa officemates ni Jacq na huling dumating.

    “Sa Makati ka rin, pre?” –tanong ni Arzy.

    “Sa may Batangas ako. Ikaw?” sagot at balik kong tanong sa kanya.

    “Ah, malapit lang tayo. Sa may Bautista ako eh” sagot niya sa akin.

    “Ayan, sabay nalang kayo para tipid pa pamasahe niyo” sabat ng boyfriend ni Jacq sa amin.

    “Ayan may taxi na. Eto pala si Arzy ang kailangan ko para may dumating na taxi” sabi ko nang makita naming may paparating na taxi.

    “Parang pagkakaintindi ko ay libre na ang share ko sa taxi” parinig niya at sabay kaming nagtawanan bago huminto ang taxi sa harap namin.

    “Bossing, pakihatid po ang aking mga prinsipe sa Makati” sabi ni Jacq sa manong driver pagkapasok namin ni Arzy sa loob ng taxi.

    “Mga kuripot po yan!” pahabol pa ni Jacq bago umalis ang taxi.

    “Babaeng yan talaga oh!” sabi pa ni Arzy sabay tawa.

    “Bossing, sa may Batangas po tayo sa Makati” sabi ko kay manong driver.

    “OK po, sir. Pero sa may highway lang po tayo sa may Buendia kasi sarado na po ang papasok sa Batangas pag ganitong oras na. Mag-a-alas dos na po kasi” paliwanag ni manong.

    “OK lang po iyon” si Arzy na ang sumagot.

    “OK lang po iyon” sabi ko rin. Alam kasi naming sarado na talaga iyon pag ganoong oras na.

    Magkatabi kaming naupo sa likod ng taxi. Wala kaming masyadong imikan. Nagpapakiramdaman lang kung sino ang unang magsasalita. Nakapikit ako noon habang nakikinig din sa balita sa radyo na pinapakinggan ng driver. Pero alam kong dilat siya. Kasi ramdam kong nakatingin siya sa akin. Di man ako sigurado doon, pero isang bagay sigurado ako- nagsisimulang tumayo ang titi ko. Parang nalilibugan ako agad. Pagdilat ko, di nga ako nagkamali, nakatitig siya sa akin. Nginitian ko siya senyales na gusto ko ang ginagawa niya. Alam kong gets ang niya ibig kong sabihin. Nasabi ko sa sarili kong isang trip nanaman ito. At biglang bigla ang pagtigas ng titi ko sa ideyang iyon. Nilingon ko siya at nagkatitigan kami nang wala pa ring imikan. Nakangiti na rin siya. Nagkaintindihan na kami.

    Dinukot ko ang titi kong tigas na tigas na. Nag-init na ako noon. Nilalaro ko ang tigas kong titi sa loob ng pantalon ko. Dinikit ko ang braso ko sa kanya para sabihin sa kanya ang ginagawa ko. Nakita ko sa mga mata niya na nagustuhan niya ang ginagawa ko. Patuloy pa rin ako sa paglalaro ng titi ko. May naramdaman na akong konting tamud sa dulo ng titi ko. Pre-cum na ako. Di ko na napigilan ang sarili ko, tinaas ko ng konti ang suot kong t-shirt. Sakto lang na makita ang zipper ng pantalon ko. Napangiti siya sa ginawa ko. Nakita ko sa ngiti niya na ready siyang makipag-trip. Sinasalsal ko parin ang titi ko sa loob ng pantalon ko at lalo akong nag iinit. Sinusulyapan ko ang driver. Pero alam kong di niya nakikita ang ginagawa ko kasi madilim sa inuupuan namin sa likod. Muli akong humarap kay Arzy para ipakita sa kanya ginagawa ko. Fully erect na ang titi ko noon. Kaya bakat na bakat sa suot kong pantalon. Napansin niyang bakat na bakat nga ang titi ko. Hindi na rin siguro siya nakapagpigil kaya pasimpleng pinatong ang kamay niya sa ibabaw ng harap ng pantalon ko. Mas lalo akong nag-init sa ginawa niyang iyon. Pero agad niya itong tinanggal ng minsang may itinanong ang manong taxi driver na di ko naman naintindihan dahil sa sobrang libog ko na ng oras na iyon. Siya na ang sumagot sa tanong. Muli kong sinimulan ang pagjajakol sa titi ko sa loob ng aking pantalon habang pinapanood niya ako. Libog na libog na talaga ako noon. Dahil sa taas ng libog ko, binuksan ko ang butones ng pantalon ko. Gusto kong ipakita sa kanya ang titi kong tigas na tigas na. Nagulat ito ng makita ang ginawa ko. Parang gusto niyang sabihin na baka mahuli kami ng taxi driver. Pero wala akong pakialam sa sasabihin ng driver pag nakita niya ako. Libog na libog na talaga ako eh. Habang nakalabas na sa pantalon ko ang titi ko, sinimulan ko ito agad na jakulin. Pagkasarap ng pakiramdam ng nagjajakol na alam mong may nakatingin sayo na naglalaway. Iyon ang nararamdaman ko ng oras na iyon sa loob ng taxi. Tinitigan ko siya para makita niya na libog na libog na ako. Nakatitig ako sa kanya habang jinajakol ko ang titi kong nagsisimulang lumabas uli ang mga pre-cum. Jinajakol ko ang titi ko habang nakatitig siya dito. Di na rin siguro siya nakapagpigil kaya pinasok rin ang kamay niya sa loob ng kanyang pantalon. Habang nakatitig kami sa isa’t isa ay nagjajakol kami. Nakapikit ako noon dahil sa sobrang sarap na pakiramdam. Bigla nalang niya ako binulungang magjakulan daw kami mamaya pagbaba. Ngiti ang sinukli ko sa kanya bilang pagsabi na okay sa akin. Mas lalo akong nag-init dahil doon. Unti unting lumalakas ang paghinga ko dahil sa sarap.

    “Hawakan mo itong akin. Hawakan ko rin iyang sayo” ang di ko napigilang bulong sa kanya.

    “Baka makita tayo” ang driver ang tukoy niya sa sagot niya.

    “Wala yan” balik kong sabi.

    “Wow !!! maporma pala” tanging pabulong niyang sabi nang sa huli ay mahawakan niya ang titi ko.

    “Wala ka palang brief?” dagdag pa niya. Napansin siguro niyang wala akong brief. Dretso kasing nakalabas ang titi ko mula sa pantalon ko.

    Di ako sumagot. Hinayaan ko nalang siyang jakulin ang titi ko. Ganoon din ako sa kanya. Jinajakol ko rin ang titi niya. Sarap na sarap din siya sa pagjajakol ko sa titi niya. Lumalabas na rin ang pre-cum niya. Madjo matangkad sa akin si Arzy. Halos magkasing katawan lang kami. Lean kami parehas. Pero magkaiba hugis ng mga titi namin. Madilim man pero alam kong magkaiba ang porma ng mga tigas na tigas naming mga titi habang hawak hawak ko rin ang titi niya.

    “Sir, dito nalang po tayo” ang biglang sabi ng driver. Dumating na pala kami sa Makati. Di man lang namin namalayan.

    “Ah sige sige. Pwede na rito” ang sagot ko habang pinapasok namin titi namin sa mga pantalon namin.

    “Eto po. Sayo na po yung sukli” abot ko sa 200 pesos.

    “Maraming salamat po, sir” nakangiti niyang sabi. “Tuloy niyo na po ang ginagawa niyo” pahabol at maloko niyang ngiti habang pababa na kami ng taxi.

    “Anak ng putek, alam niya pala ginagawa natin” sabi ko at tawanan kami pagkatapos.

    “Tuloy na natin. Nabitin ako” sabi ko sa kanya.

    “Gusto mo, doon tayo sa place ko? Ako lang mag-isa sa kwarto” yaya niya.

    “Go. Kahit mamayang umaga nalang ako umuwi sa boarding house. Pasarap muna tayo” malibog kong sagot sa kanya.

    Walang tricycle ng mga oras na ‘yun. Naglakad nalang kami papasok sa kanila. Ramdam ko ang init niya. Ramdam ko ang libog niya ng mga oras na iyon. Nakaakbay ako sa kanya habang papasok kami sa kanila. Habang nakapatong ang kanang kamay ko sa kanang balikat niya, dukot dukot naman ng kaliwa niyang kamay ang titi ko. Lalo akong nag-iinit habang naglalakad kami. Hindi naman madilim ang daanan papunta sa kanila. Kumpleto ang mga ilaw sa mga poste. Pero dahil na rin siguro hindi na niya mapigilan ang libog niya kaya niya hawak hawak ang titi ko habang naglalakad kami.

    “Init ng titi mo, ‘pre” aniya.

    “Mas mag-iinit iyan mamaya pag sinalsal at tsinupa mo pa” sagot ko.

    “Sarap talaga nito” gigil niyang sabi habang kagat pa ang labi niya.

    “Gusto mo ba ng thrill?” tanong ko.

    “Paano? May nalalaman ka pang thrill hinayupak ka” sagot niya sabay tawa.

    “Kunwari ka pa, eh mukhang trip na trip mo naman” sagot ko lang na nakangisi.

    “Paano nga, adik?” ulit niyang tanong.

    Di ako sumagot. Tinungo ko nalang ang poste ng ilaw na malapit sa harap ng gate ng isang bahay doon. Wala masyadong mga tao doon liban sa mga tanod na nagroronda. Kita ko sa mukha niya na medyo naguguluhan siya. Nakatayo lang siya sa gitna ng kalsada at inaantay kung ano ang gagawin kong “thrill.”

    “Anak ng puta. ‘Wag dito. Patay tayo pag may nakakita sayo” gulat niyang sabi nang bigla kong buksan ang pantalon ko habang nakatayo ako sa ilalim ng poste. Kitang kita ang titi ko. Klarong klaro ang korte nitong kabute. Nangingintab ang ulo ng titi ko. Nangingintab ang kabute!!!

    “Tsupain mo ako rito” sabi ko lang ng nakangisi sabay kindat.

    “Putakte” ang nasabi lang niya sabay lapit sa proud na proud kong titi.

    “Kakatakot. Pero thrilling” dagdag pa niyang nasabi.

    Sa una, medyo nag-aalangan talaga siyang tsupain ako. Kasi nga naman, anytime, pwede kaming mahuli ng mga rumorondang tanod. Pero nakita kong nanaig sa mukha niya ang desire na masubukang mag trip sa public place. Masyado ng tayong tayo ang titi ko habang papalapit siya sa akin. Sinisimulan ko na rin kasing jakulin ang titi ko. Hinihimas ko ang titi ko pataas-pababa. Gusto kong makita sa mukha niyang gustong gusto niyang tikman ang nangingintab kong kabute. Mas lalo akong nalibugan ng makita ko sa mukha niya ang gusto kong makita. Lingon muna siya sa kanan-kaliwa upang tingnan kung may paparating na tanod. Hinawakan niya ang nag-iinit kong titi nang wala kaming makitang tanod sa paligid. Sinalsal muna niya ito sandali. Sinabihan kong tsupain na ito pero ngumiti lang ito. Di na niya pinatagal at lumuhod na ito sa harap ko. Binaba pa niya ang pantalon ko. Binaba pa niya halos hanggang tuhod. Sinabihan ko siyang wag masyadong ibaba kasi baka may biglang dumating na tanod at di ko maibalik agad. Pero mas gusto niyang ibaba pa raw ito para madilaan niya ang singit at itlog ko. Di ko na siya kinontra. Dinilaan muna niya ang nangingintab kong kabute habang hawak niya ang katawan ng titi ko. Libog na libog ako noon dahil sa lugar na kitatayuan ko. Nalilibugan ako dahil sa trip na ginagawa namin. Mas may thrill kasi pag sa public place ginagawa. Alam kong libog na libog na rin siya. Pinasandal niya ako sa poste at saka niya sinimulang paglaruin ang dila niya sa butas ng dulo ng titi ko. Nakikiliti ako sa sarap na ginagawa niya. Pinatong ko kanang kamay ko sa ulo ko habang sa ulo niya ang kaliwa ko. Lamon na niya ang titi ko. Deep-throat na ang ginagawa niya. Nabubuwang ako sa sarap niyang tsumupa. Sa posisyon naming iyon, baka pati tanod makakahuli sa amin ay panoorin nalang kami. Nagpostura akong malibog na santo na may nakaluhod sa harap nang pinatong ko sa ulo ko ang magkabila kong kamay habang nakapikit ako at nakatayong proud na proud ang titi ko sa loob ng bibig niya. Patuloy pa rin siya sa pag-de-deep throat sa akin sa ganoong posisyon. Napapamura ako sa sarap. Niluwa niya maya maya ang galit na galit ko pa ring titi para pagbigyan din niya ang sarili niya. Nagkatinginan kami sa mata nang dumilat ako para tingnan kung bakit niya niluwa ang akin. May hitsura din pala siya. Mas nakadagdag libog sa akin iyon. Nadagdagan ang libog ko nang malaman kong may gwapong tsumutsupa sa titi ko. Sinabihan niya akong bubuksan lang daw niya ang pantalon niya para makapagjakol siya habang tsinutsupa ako. Nakita ko. Malaki rin pala ang titi niya. Mukhang mas mahaba pala ang titi niya kaysa sa akin. Mas malaki nga lang ang ulo ng titi ko kaysa sa kanya. Nakikita kong nag-pre-cum din siya habang nagjajakol na nakaluhod sa harap ko. Nagmumura na rin siya sa sarap. Gusto raw niya ng tamud. Sinabihan ko siyang hindi ko ipuputok sa mukha niya ang tamud ko. Sinabihan kong ipuputok ko sa loob niya ang maiinit kong tamud. Lalong nagpalibog sa kanya ang sinabi kong iyon. Gusto na raw niyang pakantot sa akin. Lagi raw niyang kinakantot ang girlfriend niya. Pero ngayon, gusto rin niyang siya ang makantot. Puno ng kalibugan ang talagang nakikita ko sa mukha niya habang nagjajakol siya sa harap ko. Ang sarap ko raw palang pagjakulan. Sarap na sarap siya sa ginagawa niya.

    Lalong tumataas ang libog ko sa panonood sa kanya. At sa bagay na malaman kong ang sarap ko palang pagjakulan. Hinila ko siya pataas. Nagtitigan kami habang hawak namin pareho ang mga tigas na tigas pa rin naming mga titi. Makikipaghalikan siya sa akin. Pero umatras ako. Naintindihan naman niya ako nang sabihin kong iyon lang ang natitirang bagay na pwede kong sabihin solong pag-aari ng girlfriend ko. Kahit kasi ma-trip ako, mahal ko pa ring ang girlfriend ko. Pinaglaro ko ang dila ko sa leeg niya. Nababaliw siya sa ginagawa ko. Ganoon din ang ginawa niya sa akin. Hiniling niyang wag ko daw siyang bigyan ng kiss mark kasi magkikita pa raw sila ng girlfriend niya bukas ng umaga. Ganoon ang ginagawa namin habang patuloy kami sa kakajakol ng mga titi namin. Halos ungol lang namin ang maririnig sa buong kanto na iyon. Mas malakas akong umungol sa kanya. Una akong kumalas. Humiling pa siya na paglaruin ko pa raw ang dila ko sa leeg niya kasi nakakabaliw daw ang ginagawa kong iyon. Alam kong doon ako magaling. Kasi lahat ng nakakatrip ko-babae man o lalaki, iyon ang lagi nilang sinasabi sa akin. Sinabi kong dibdib niya ang didilaan ko. Yumuko ako para susuhin siya. Doon siya napamura ng malakas. Di ko akalain na halos sisigaw siya sa sarap na ginawa ko. Sinabihan kong wag siyang sumigaw. Hindi raw niya napigilan ang sarili dahil sa sarap at init ng bibig ko. Sarap na sarap siya sa pagsuso sa utong niya habang pinaglalaro ang kabilang kamay ko sa kabila niyang utong. Tayong tayo ito. Libog na libog nga siya. Kagat dito, kagat doon sa kabila. Pinaglaro ko ng husto ang dila ko sa magkabila niyang utong. Gusto kong isigaw niya ang pangalan ko sa mga kapit-bahay niya. Gusto kong marinig ng mga kapit-bahay niya ang pangalan ko. Gusto kong maisigaw niya ito sa gitna ng sarap na ginagawa ko. Nanginginig na daw tuhod niya sa ginagawa ko. Patuloy pa rin ako sa ginagawa ko habang jinajakol ko pa rin ang sarili.

    “Kantutin kita” sabi ko sa kanya nang umangat ako.

    “Sige, pare. Dito mo na ako kantutin. Di na ako makakapaghintay kung sa bahay mo pa ako kakatutin, eh” malibog niyang sagot sa akin.

    Tumalikod at pinapadulas ang butas nito sa likod. Nilalawayan niya ito. Tsinupa tsupa muna niya ang tigas na tigas kong titi para malawayan ito at maging madulas. Muli itong tumayo at pumuwestong tumalikod para tirahin ko siya. Hindi kasi gaanong kahaba ang titi ko. Five inches lang ito kaya mas madali sa akin kung nakatalikod ang titirahin ko. Sa ilalim ng poste ng ilaw kung saan bagsak na bagsak sa amin ang ilaw, ay hinawakan niya ang maugat kong tigas na tigas na titi para igiya ito papasok sa butas niya. Nahirapan kami sa pagpasok sa butas niya. Masikip siya. Masasarapan pala ako rito ng husto. Iyon ang naisip ko. Inulit naming subukang ipasok ang titi ko. Medyo nakapasok na ang ulo ng titi ko. Pero nasaktan siya. Malaki raw kasi ang ulo ng titi ko. Pero binunot ko ang titi ko nang makita kong nasaktan siya. Nakonsensya ako nang makitang nasaktan siya sa titi ko. Ito ang kahinaan ko. Nasasaktan ako agad pag nakikita ko ang babae o lalaki man na tinitira ko na nasasaktan sa tuwing ipapasok ko ang titi ko. Hinalik halikan ko siya sa leeg para kahit papaano, medyo maindahan iyong sakit niya. Maya maya ay gusto na niyang ipasok ko ulit. Nanliit ang titi niya, naramdaman ko nang jajakulin ko sabay ng pagpasok ko ng titi ko sa butas niya. Nilagyan muna niya ulit ng maraming laway ang kanyang butas at ang titi ko. Sinubukan ulit naming ipasok ang titi kong tayong tayo pa rin. Medyo nabibitin ako sa tuwing nakikita kong nasasaktan siya pero ayaw niyang tigilan ko ito. Unti unti na kasing pumapasok ang ulo ng titi ko sa loob niya. Ang sikip niya talaga kaya lalong nag-iinit tuloy ang ulo ng titi ko. Mas lalong nagagalit ang titi ko.

    “Uhhhhhhh. Sakit !!!! Sarap talaga ng titi mo !!!” ang naririnig ko sa kanya habang pinapasok namin ng titi ko sa loob niya.

    Sa wakas, nakapasok na ang ulo ng titi ko sa kanya. Kamuntikan na siya mapasigaw sa pinaghalong sakit at sarap ng maipasok ko ito. I pushed it harder nang alam kong malapit na akong makapasok. Pero sobrang sarap ang pakiramdam sa loob niya. Ang sikip niya kasi at ang init ng loob niya. Sarap kantot kantutin. “Push push and pull” ang ginagawa kong ritmo sa loob niya. Sinasanay ko ang titi ko sa loob niya. Unti unti kong pinapasok ang buo kong titi sa loob niya. Nasasarapan siya. Umuungol siya. Napapalakas ang ungol niya sa sarap.

    “Ahhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Sige pa, pare. Pasukin mo pa ako. Kantutin mo pa ako. Sarap ng titi mo” mga ungol niya habang kinakantot ko siya.

    “Putang Ina ka, pare. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhh. Putang Ina ka talaga aaaaah!!!” mahaba niyang ungol sa sarap habang pinaglalaro ko ang aking kabute sa may butas niya.

    Ini-i-screw ko siya. Kaya lalo siyang nabubuwang sa ginagawa ko. Hindi na niya alam kung saan siya hahawak habang labas masok na ako sa kanya. Lalo siyang nabubuwang kapag nilalabas ko ang titi ko sa loob niya at bigla ko itong ipapasok. Iba raw ang laro ng titi ko. Ako raw ang pangatlong tumira sa kanya. Pero iba raw ang tira ang titi ko kumpara sa iba. Iyon naman talaga gusto ko. Iyong iba ang pagtira ko sa pagtira ng iba.

    Ilang beses akong naglabas-masok sa kanya. Napapamura siya sa bawat labas-masok ko. Gustong gusto niya ang ginagawa ko. Nakahawak na siya sa may poste ngayon habang kinakantot ko siya ng pagkalakas. Magkakasunod na ulos ang ginawa ko. Hindi ko na nilalabas ang titi ko sa loob niya. Push at push at push na ang ginagawa ko ngayon. Nanginginig na nga rin ang tuhod ko sa kakakantot sa kanya. Huwag ko raw tigilan. Habaan ko pa raw ang ginagawa ko. Pero sinabihan ko siyang malapit na ako. Sasabog na ako. Pakiramdam kong sasabog na ako sa ilang ulos nalang. Sa loob na raw niya ako magpalabas. Wala rin naman akong planong ilabas ang titi ko sa loob niya pag sasabog na ang mainit kong tamud.

    “Tang Ina. Tang Ina. Tang Ina. Tang Ina ka, pare. Sarap mong kumantot talaga. Papakantot talaga ako sayo ng paulit ulit, pare.” Ito ang paulit ulit niyang ungon habang binabayo ko siya.

    “Lalabasan na ako, ‘pre. Sasabog na ako” ang sabi ko nang hawak hawak ko magkabilang pisngi ng pwetan niya. Lalabasan na rin talaga ako.

    “Ayan na. Ayan na. Ayan na. Sasabog na akoooo !!! Anak ka ng teteng supot !!! Putang Ina !!!” ang sigaw ko nang pasabugin ko ang tamud sa loob niya. Nanghina ako agad nang labasan ako.

    “Ang init ang tamud mo, pare” sabi lang niya nang maramdaman niya ang maiinit kong tamud sa loob niya.

    “Wag mo muna bunutin, ‘pare” hiling niya sa akin.

    Gusto raw niyang labasan habang nasa loob niya ng titi ko. Nakakadagdag daw libog sa kanya ito. Ako na ang nagjakol sa titi niya habang hindi ko pa tinatanggal ang titi ko sa loob niya. Init na init na rin ang titi niya. Mas mahaba pala talaga ng konti ang titi niya sa titi ko. Malapit na raw siyang labasan. Alam ko rin iyon kasi basang basa na rin ng pre-cum niya ang palad ko. Binilisan ko ang pagjajakol sa kanya. Mukhang nababaliw nanaman siya sa sarap. Taas baba taas baba- ang mabilis na galaw ng palad ko sa titi niya. Sinasama ko ang ulo ng titi niya pababa sa pinaka-base ng titi niya. Ilang jakol lang ginawa ko ang makita kong parang ihi’ng pumulandit ang tamod niya sa poste. Patuloy pa rin ako sa pagjajakol sa kanya. May lumalabas pa ring tamod sa kanya. Nasa palad ko ang iba niyang tamod. Pinahinto niya ako sa kakajakol sa titi niya at kinuha ang kamay ko. Hinigop niya ang tira niyang tamod sa palad ko sabay tanggal na rin ng titi ko sa loob niya. Napa- “Uhhhh” pa siya nang tanggalin ko iyon.

    “Putang Ina, pare. Sarap mo palang kumantot. Wala talaga sa hitsura mo na mahilig ka mag-trip. Para ka kasing bata sa unang tingin” nakatawa niyang sabi sa akin pagkatapos naming iwan ang tamod niya sa poste at mag-ayos ng sarili.

    “Sarap mo kasing kantutin. Sikip mo. Init mo pa sa loob” balik ko sa kanya habang papunta kami sa bahay niya. Nag paalam kasi akong doon muna ako makikiligo bago ako umuwi ng bahay para bihis nalang ako sa amin at dretso na ng office.

    Tawanan lang kami habang papunta sa kanila. Nag-aya pa siyang daan nalang daw muna kami sa mini-stop para bumili ng makakain pagdating sa kanila. Panigurado daw kasing gutom na gutom na kami parehas sa ginawa namin.

    Sabay pa kaming naligo pagdating sa kanilang bahay. May sarili kasi siyang bathroom sa kwarto niya. Dalawa lang kasi silang magkapatid. Lalaki rin. Nasa kabilang room ito. Biniro kong isama namin siya sa susunod naming trip.

    “Ugok. Ano to, incest?” sagot niya at sinundan namin ng tawa.

    Bago kami umalis sakay ang motor niya para sunduin din girlfriend niya, nakita namin lumabas ang kapatid niya sa room nito. May hitsura din ito. Kaya pwedeng pwede itong isama sa susunod na trip. Pinakilala naman kami sa isa’t isa at nagbatian din naman kami.

    Inaasahan kong mangyayari ang susunod namin trip. Malapit na!!!


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  • HS rivals match muscle

    Me Rex

    I had seen him in our high school gym class, on the wrestling team, and also amusing others while posing at the local beach. He was a quiet guy that Rex kid, and thought he had the body ..especially his abs.. that everyone else wanted. But what I had, that he wished he had, was bigger biceps, a better cut body, and guts enough to prove it to him.

    What use to bother me was how the guys on the beach use to swoon over his amateur posing routines. Heck, my buddies said I pose better than him any day. We are both the same size waist, 28-inch, as I’ve checked out his speedos before, while he was showering.

    It didn’t take long for my chance to beat his ass, once I got to know his workout and school schedule. I had decided to ask Rex if he wanted to outright challenge my abs against his so-called ‘killer abs’ in a fair fight to the finish. I had nothing to fear, because in the gym and afterwards in my basement gym, I was always working my legs, chest, back, arms and especially my general stomach muscles.

    My abs, oblique’s and solar plexus have never let me down during other playful bouts I’ve had with my step-brothers. Jim and Tom both have tried to whip me into shape by different feats of strength and luckily, I’ve prevailed. Sometime I’ll have to tell you what it took to conquer these hot-bodies. They are strong, but … well, back to Rex. We’ve always been a physical family, and my challenge to Rex was going to test my wrestling and fighting skills to the max … but I was ready. Was Rex? I think not!

    One day this summer, while school was closed, in a distant side stairway, I noticed him shirtless showing off to some guys that I could swear were just about to get-off, from all his flexing and who knows what else. They all looked embarrased when I opened the door, and all but him went scampering off downstairs when I entered and walked right up almost in his face. Perfect! My chance to get him in the ring. He took my challenge and laughed when I said he was going to have to, or else.

    He was acting kinda cocky so, while talking to him and while his arms were back behind the handrailing, I cocked my right fist and at the speed of light, leaned in and threw a limited punch into his gut right at the belly-button. POW-slap, “OOfff”, was all I heard. After he recovered in a second, he smiled and Rex said, “is that all you fuckin‟ got man, I‟ll meet you in the gym!!” Later, in the gym, he stripped down to his black posing suit and waited for me to do the same. I happened to wear a red g-string that day. He said he wanted to warm up a bit, and I told him Ok, he had 10 minutes to get ready and soon we were

    challenging each others strength. I noticed his nips and decided to torment them with twists and turns and maybe some licking and biting them too. They were just too noticeable to pass by.

    I had seen him working out in the gym and knew he was no slouch, but knew that once it was flesh to flesh, my fist to his stomach, and his body crashing into the mat … that his sissy body was mine!! Stretched out as Rex was on the incline press, or doin’ what I call light-crunches, I must say he was quite a sight. Nice sweet body for the taking, for sure. I gave him all of the 10 minutes to warm up.

    Meanwhile, I did some crunches, and other quick stuff to get my muscles up to tone as well. This wasn’t going to be a pretty fight, as I wanted to whip Rex’s ass, and take that arragant attitude from him.

    I knew I was in very good shape, and when pumped up, looked pretty formatible to anyone so, once sissy boy was ready, I was going to whip some butt.

    Since we were the last out of the gym that day, the janitor had left it to us to lock up and turn off all the lights. We did just that. Locked the doors, and turned off all but one narrow spot-beam, right overhead of the wrestling mat arena. In fact, if you stood outside of the beam, you couldn’t make out any features of the medium size room we were in. It was going to be me against Rex and I think he was starting to get the idea that if he didn’t win, he was going to loose to me … big time.

    Rex waited for me in the center of the spot light, I’m sure he could hear my breathing, but that was all. As he was turning, following my breathing sound, I struck with a hard blow to the back of his head with my fist, and he stumbled down, quickly jumping up and looking around to see what hit him. My next shots came to his shoulder, followed by a hit to his left kidney area, with another to his head. “Hey man,” said Rex, panting and spinning around, “…I though this was just about punching my abs!” The blows were very hard and he certainly felt them. He went through 3 more rounds of the same thing, his head I’m sure starting to hurt after the last blow. I wanted to weaken him quickly. Staggering, Rex was still on his feet. He finally figured out about when I was going to jab him, and he fell to the mat and got in a hard kick to my abs, taking me by surprise. I fell prey to him three more times to that, then however, on the 4th go-around, he felt a hard blow land in the center of his extended thigh, quickly followed by my left foot to the side of his head, again making him rather dizzy. His eyes seemed to go slightly out of focus from the repeated blows to his head, not his pretty face though.

    As he slowly stood up holding the back of his head and reaching down to rub the back of his thigh, his wrists were grabbed from behind by my calloused strong hands, quickly jerking his arms hard behind his back, and upwards all while forced backwards into my knee being slammed into his lower back. I leaned forward and just about bit into his lower neck, upper back muscle, but instead whispered to Rex, “…Ok super boy, are we havin‟ fun yet?!” With more pressure on his arms being forced up and backwards, and another knee into his lower back, I let loose of him. He staggered forward a bit, and fell to one knee rubbing his arms, and grimacing from pain to his back. I moved back outside the spotlight.

    Rex was still flexing his back, shoulder and arm muscles and was just getting up, when I landed another hard judo blow to the back of his knees, knocking him back down to the mat. He hit hard and tried to quickly get up, but I stood above him to one side, put my hands together, raised them and suddenly fell to my knees bringing my hands/fist down to strike Rex solidly at his head and back. Rex tried to catch my legs but I jumped sideways. I grabbed Rex’s hair standing him up and forcing him to bend backwards. I slammed my massive arm downward to strike Rex’s throat area, and brought my other arm around to place him in a choke hold. Rex tried to muscle his way out. When I could sense he was getting weaker, I released my right arm, raised it, and brought it down hard twice right across his pecs and those lucious nips of his, and then I let him fall over backwards onto the mat.

    Rex brough both hands up to massage his neck, and in doing so left open his heaving, but sculptured abs. With me being on his left side on my knees, I jabbed him strongly with my right fist raining down blow after blow into his mid-abs. “OOOff, Ooff .. oh … man .. Ooff, Ooff”, was all he said, and then fell back down on the mat groaning, and rubbing his stomach. I rolled across Rex’s body, and using my left fist, gave him 4-5 more strong fists to his guts and I know he could feel them, as his pretty face was showing more and more signs of bad pain.

    At one point, as he lay on the mat, I thought he had passed out … but I think he was just faking it. I grabbed his hair again and he got up quickly. While balanced there, I quickly got a solid punch into one of his pecs, followed by a hard slap to his face. While Rex was staggering from the face blow, I bent low and struck with an upper-cut fist to his upper abs, just below his ribs. I use one of my arms to kinda balance him there, switched sides, and landed two other visicious blows to his solar plexus.

    With him kinda leaning over me, drooling out of the corder of his mouth, I leaned him up with both of my arms, then quickly jerked him into a bear hug that slapped our nearly nude bodies together with a loud slap, as we were both dripping with sweat. I pulled and expanded my strong chest, and pulled him into me some more, and all Rex could say was “AAhhaaa…o..u..c…h…man”, and another tight squeeze, “Aahhhaaaaa”. Rex’s nipples were standing up and out even more now, so now was my time for abusing them a little. I released my hold on Rex and let his slippery body slide lower to the point that I could maintain my strong hold on him, yet lick and bite at his left nipple. Rex didn’t react at all to my licking, but would try to force his way out, when I bit and tried to pull the nipple away from his body. I loved it. This torture went on for a couple more minutes then, I hefted him back up so his lower back was in my strongest grip again, then I carried him and lurched with us both flying thru the air, and landing solidly on his upper back, down on the mat. “OOffffttt” was all he could whisper.

    I let loose of him, and could see that he had had it for today. But I wasn’t done just yet.

    I straddled his slippery body, setting myself squarely on his groin. I leaned forward and forced both of his arms above his head. They were lifeless. Then I leaned down, fully on top of his slippery heaving body, and whispered in his ear “… better stiffen them abs up Rex, “cause here it comes!”

    Then I leaned back up, noticing that he did try to stiffen them, between trying to catch his breath.

    I leaned up on my knees, and with a series of hard left fists into his abs, then raining my hard right fists into his belly-button, followed by left and right combinations to his pecs, I could feel his hardened abs start to give way. I then stood to one side over his nearly nude body, and dropped suddenly my elbow into his guts, then stood back up, moved over his body, and dropped the other elbow, elbow first into his chest. These moves repeatedly would cause him to nearly snap like a twig. Both his feet and head would come off the mat, and all he’d do is moan … “no more, p l e a s e”.

    I raised him slowly up by his hair, twisted him around and around and around, to the point he was almost falling over (or getting sick) and then flung him into a full-nelson forcing his neck into his chest. I whipped him back and forth, then threw him to the ground, dropping my elbow into his lower back.

    I raised him up again by the hair and slammed him face first into a wall, that had a mat hanging from it, and rabbit-punched his lower back, kidney area. Oh yeah I bet that felt good! Then, while he had his arms behind him rubbing his back area, I grabbed him and threw him back first into a nearby wall, also with mats hanging on it, and plowed my fist into his bellybutton once, twice, three times, then I switched hands, hitting him a little lower each time.

    His speedo never came off, but it was hanging only by what filled it. To finish him off, as I was getting tired too, was that I forced his shoulders back up against the matted wall, and landed a hard left and right fist to his jaw!

    He slummed to the floor, gasping for breath, with a trickle of blood coming from his nose. Even there on the floor, he looked like quite a catch. I felt fortunate to have beaten him and I knew that he’d want a rematch real soon.

    I walked to my locker, took a shower, and in the process hear him (I thought) walk into the locker room himself. I toweled off and when I walked out of the locker room, I could see him unsteady on his feet, with his head down, defeated, walking to pick up his street-cloths. This whole battle had only taken less that 30 minutes but boy did it feel good, and I wonder what’s in-store for me if he wants a rematch.


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