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Growing up, I had always wanted to follow in my dad’s and uncle’s footsteps and become a fireman. However, as I passed through my teens I knew that I had to keep a secret. No one knew that I was gay. I don’t mean just having desires of sex with men, either. At fifteen I was fully active in both oral and anal sex with any from other guys my age to grown married men in their thirties and forties.

My dad was only eighteen years older than me and my uncle was two years older than dad. Together, they got me into the fire academy for training. I was under the minimum age of twenty-one when I started. The rules stated that you had to be twenty-one before your graduation to get credit for the training. I turned twenty-one a month before graduation.

I was hired and assigned to the station where my dad, Brad, and my Uncle Mike were assigned and put on their shift. When we were on duty, we worked several twenty-four days in a row, living at the station.

I need to back track some to give you the full picture. My mother and dad divorced when I was eighteen. Dad and I took it hard, but we survived. After about six months I was in the kitchen when dad walked in nude. He apologized but said he enjoyed being nude at times but my mother forbid him from doing it. I told him I was cool with it and it didn’t bother me. I didn’t say it but I loved looking at his long slim cock.

I also began going nude some. When dad saw me the first time he smiled and said it almost reminded him of he an Uncle Mike. He said that when they were growing up, when they were alone they would go nude and would go camping in the woods frequently on weekends and stay nude. I told him that I guessed I got my love for being nude from him.

Uncle Mike was divorced also and when his lease on his small apartment came up for renewal, dad suggested he move into our spare room and pay us rent. He agreed and moved in and once he saw dad and I going nude some , he did it also. We didn’t live nude but were nude quite a lot.

Now, back to the main story.

I began my life as a fireman and loved the excitement of it. I also loved being able to see the other firemen nude when they showered. Most were under forty-five and al had nice builds. cock size ranged from a near five inches to one that looked to be close to eight or nine inches.

It was about two months after I started that I got up one night to use the bathroom and noticed both dad’s bunk and Mike’s bunk empty. I had stopped calling him ‘uncle’. I began to check things out and went down stairs searching for them. they were no where to be found.

Then, I noticed the door leading to the fenced area behind the station open slightly. Upon closer inspection, I saw that a rock had been put in place to keep it open.

In my briefs, I slipped out the door and began searching. If the door was open, they had to be out here. Suddenly, I heard soft sounds coming from a large storage shed and a soft glow coming through the window. Easing up to the window, I peeked in and froze.

There in an open space were dad and Mike, both in their briefs and obviously boned, arms around each other kissing passionately and trading tongues. I stood and stared. I had never dreamed that either of them were gay.

I continued watching as my dad slid to his knees and after puling down Mike’s briefs, completely swallowed my uncle’s cock. I watched as dad soon brought Mike to a climax and swallowed. Mike then did the sam to dad. During this, I shot a huge thick load on the side of the building. When i saw Mike swallowing dad’s load, I hurried back inside, making sure the rock was in place so they could get back in.

As I lay there in my bunk, I heard them sip back in and return to their bunks. I replayed the events in my mind, still not believing what I had seen. My dad was gay. Unreal!.

For several days when I was alone with either or both I tried to drop subtle hints. If they caught them, they didn’t respond. Then one afternoon, as I was around a corner, I heard dad say softly to Mike just one word. “Tonight.”

After we went to bed, I waited until I felt that every one was asleep before easing out of my bunk and going to the shed. I had swiped the key from the Chief’s pants so I could get back in if they didn’t show. I waited and watched.

About an hour later, I saw them ease out of the door, putting the rock in place. I quickly hid behind some boxes and removed my briefs. They came in, lit the candle, and began kissing and groping each other.

Their eyes were closed and I eased up silently. When I was right next to them, I grabbed each of their asses and said “May I join?”

They both froze in shock and fear.

“Mark, what are you doing here?” dad soon asked.

“Looking for the same thing you two are,” I replied before squatting down and sliding down their briefs and grabbing their cocks.

“Mark, wait. It’s not what it seems. This isn’t right.”

“Dad, how can you say it’s not what it seems when you two were tongue kissing like hot teens when I waked up. I saw you two suck each other a few nights ago. I want some of the action also.”

With that, I began sucking dad’s cock quickly bringing him back to a full erection. Then I started sucking Mike. As I did, I glanced up and saw them return to kissing. Alternating between cocks, I brought them both to a roaring climax, making sure I managed to swallow all of both loads.

I then stood and began tongue kissing them, first dad then Mike. As I tongue kissed Mike, Dad went down and began sucking my cock. Knowing it was my dad, I climaxed quicker than normal.

As he stood up, he said, “We need to talk but not until we get home.”

Two days later when our days off began as soon as we walked through the door, dad turned to me and said, “Okay,spit it out. Tell me about you.”

I told him that I had been gay since I was fifteen and doing it all. Then I told him about seeing their bunks empty and looking for them.

“Dad, it didn’t start out as spying. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Now what about you.”

“Well,Mike and I have been having sex since our teens. When we got older and decided to marry, we thought we could go straight. It lasted about a year before we started sneaking off together for sex. We have just kept at it.”

“Well, now that it’s all out in the open we can live nude and have sex anytime we want,” I said.

“Yes, we can,” Mike said.

“But right now I want both of you naked and in dad’s king bed.” I quickly stripped and was laying in the middle of dad’s bed when they entered the room.

For most of the day, we stayed in bed sucking fucking kissing and rimming each other. feeling my dad’s cock enter my ass and fillit with his seed was awesome.

Unfortunately, we had to return to work. I was wiping down one of the trucks and saw dad talking to Kevin, one of the ladder men, and laughing.

Kevin was single and twenty-seven and hot as hell. He was the one with the cock that was close to eight inches.

Three days later, Dad passed me and whispered that one word, this time to me. “Tonight.”

I couldn’t wait until bedtime. When I thought everyone was asleep, I eased out to the shed and like dad had done, I propped the door open with the infamous rock. I went into the shed and removed my briefs and waited, watching out the window.

Suddenly, I was terrified. coming out the door and heading to the shed was Kevin. I quickly hid behind some boxes and watched, hoping he would leave quickly.

He came in and removed his underwear and began stroking his semi-hard cock. As it reached rock hard status, he said, “Come on out Mark. I know you’re here and what you want. It’s what your dad and Mike come here for.”

I eased out and asked, “What do you know about my dad and Mike?”

“I saw them coming out one night before you started with us. I was curious as to what they were up to. I followed and saw what they were doing to and with each other. They never knew that I saw them. Then when I saw you coming out, I figured you were into the same. Are they coming?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I just thought I’d jerk off in private.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you suck this for me. Make it feel real good. Go on. I can see you want it.”

I did want it and knelt and sucked it into my mouth soon managing to deep throat it. As I sucked, he moaned softly before finally climaxing and flooding my hungry with a huge load of thick creamy delicious cum.

“Man, that was awesome. I love it. Anytime you want to do it again, just let me know. It will be our secret.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“And if your dad or Mike saw me come out here just say you hid and watched me jerk off, okay.”

“Sure,” I said.

I quickly put on my briefs and went back in scared yet happy. Seconds after I got in bed, Kevin returned to his bunk.

The next morning when I saw him he smiled and winked, then made a call on his cell phone, speaking softly. A short time later, I saw dad and managed to speak to him privately.

When we were alone he said, “I was on my way out when I saw Kevin up and heading for the door. Did he go out there?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Fuck son, what happened?”

“I was watching and saw him coming. i hid and he came in and dropped his briefs and jerked off then had a smoke. I managed to slip out. He didn’t see me.”

“Good, but we might have to cool things for a while.”

“I agree.”

We didn’t have any more ‘meetings’ for the rest of our time. When we got home, we began making up for it. Dad decided to barbecue that Saturday and said he had invited a guest to join us but we could remain nude, cause he was into it also.

I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Dad answered the door and I was expecting to have him bring his friend to the kitchen to meet me. After a moment dad called out, “Mark, come here.”

I started out of the kitchen and ran straight into Kevin, standing there totally nude. He grabbed me and tongue kissed me wildly before saying, “Hello, Stud!”

I was speechless and looked back and forth between them. Dad began laughing.

“Son, that night when Kevin went to the shed it was all a set up. Kevin joins Mike and I frequently. He’s one of us.”

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

Kevin looked at me and said, I want something I didn’t get the other night.” With that he led me to the sofa and sat me down then dropped to the floor and began to lovingly suck my cock. He took his time and when he brought me to a wild climax he hungrily swallowed my load.

“Damn, your load is better that your dad’s and his is awesome.”

“Well, since you’re one of us there is something I want. I’ll be right back.”

I left and soon returned. Kevin was on the sofa, his cock half hard. I began sucking it and once it was hard. I quickly stood on each side of his his and lowered my ass straight down onto his cock.

“Ummm, yea. Ride um Cowboy,” he said.

And ride him I did, soon bringing him to an unbelievable climax up my ass. I loved it, and dad loved watching it.

That day Kevin and I stayed close and got to know each other well. Dad finally told me that he and Mike were lovers and had been for several years.

Kevin and I began spending a lot of our time off together out together or having quiet evenings at his house. Within a year, I moved in with him as his lover.

After five years, I still love him with all my heart and he is so caring and faithful to me. Dad and Mike are still together.

Somehow, our chief found out about dad and Mike and Kevin and I. His said he didn’t care as long as it stayed out of the firehouse ad wished us all the best. He was more tolerant because his own son is gay.

THE END

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It took three concerts for him to notice me. Luckily it was getting progressively warmer in Munich’s spring. I had every reason to believe I’d have to attend the full season of the free outdoor concerts in the Hofgarten park before I could meet him. If I’d settled on this flutist in the fall instead, each time I had to come back would have been progressively worse.

It would have helped if I initially enjoyed flute music. I’d certainly had my fill of young men playing the flute professionally in Bavaria. I was fairly certain, though, that this was the young man for me.

He had an air of melancholy about him that I found alluring when matched with the mournful sound of his instrument, which, in his hand, was nothing like the flute music I’d heard before. I could see the attraction of him. He was probably in his mid twenties. He was small and willowy and had an angelic face. His eyes were a watery blue, his skin the glowing alabaster of the serious scholar, and he had a northern European blondness about him that was belied by jet black, curly hair on his head. It was this mystery about him that had attracted me to him in the first place – an incongruity in his appearance. This was accentuated the second concert I attended, where he managed quite well reading his music without the eyeglasses he wore for the first and third concerts.

Could it be, I wondered, that he was really a blond?

He seemed a young man hiding from something. At first I thought maybe it was from life itself he seemed so withdrawn into himself as he played his flute in concert. But then I thought it perhaps was something more earthborn, something that spoke to me in my quest. And thus I stopped attending on other orchestra performers and concentrated on this one.

He did notice me in the third concert – as I wanted him to. I sat as close to him as I could – in the seat next to the one I had occupied for the second concert. I would have sat in the very same seat if it had been available when I arrived for the concert. And I wore the same clothes for both concerts.

I watched him intently throughout the entire performance, and when he finally looked at me, with a startled look of recognition of someone there was no reason he should recognize, I smiled at him.

After the concert was over, I remained in my seat as those in the audience as well as those in the orchestra on the bandstand gathered their belongings and moved to depart.

The young man was slow to pack up his flute. I had noticed this in the first two concerts also. He moved slowly, deliberately, and I could see that he winced from time to time. He seemed to be suffering from some sort of malady that caused pain in the movement of his extremities. He was far too young to be arthritic, I thought. But I also thought that this added an attraction of vulnerability and mystery to the young man.

I wanted him. I wanted to take him in my arms and gently make love to him. But that was only a surface want. I wanted to crush and possess him – to bring passion to those eyes. He played his flute with deep passion; even I could tell that. But his face, as beautiful as it was, seemed dead even while he was playing. I wanted to bring passion to that face to match his music. And I wanted to do it by possessing his body and making him beg to have me inside him. I could see how he would have this effect on other men. I increasingly was sure he was the one I sought.

“You play beautifully.”

“Danke,” he said.

Ah, I thought. Not really Suddeutch – southern German – a northern dialect. More Nordic, as I thought.

He had thanked me, but he hadn’t looked up from putting his flute away in its case. And he spoke in a soft, shy voice.

“I like it so much that I’ve come to all of your concerts in the park this season.”

“I noticed.” There was a blush on his cheeks, and he looked up at me and smiled. It wasn’t making me want him any less.

“Would you . . . would you care to have a coffee with me in a cafe nearby?” I asked. “I would like to discuss your music further. I know of a quintet a banker has play on salon evenings that needs a good flutist. Perhaps – “

“Sorry, I have a commitment . . . a class . . . to attend. Sorry.”

“Ah, you are a university student then? Studying music perhaps?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Ah. I am a professor myself. But not music. My university has a very good music department, though. Perhaps – “

“I’m sorry. I’m late now. Maybe another time.”

“Maybe no time, are you saying? Can you look at me, please?”

He looked up then, and I could see that I wasn’t unattractive to him.

“You looked so sad,” I continued. “I thought you might like to have a little company. Someone to talk to. You don’t have many friends here, do you? You’re not from here, are you?”

“I’m Dutch. And I do prefer staying to myself, yes. I don’t mean to be rude, but – “

“I believe you would enjoy having a friend. I won’t press. But I will come to all of your concerts until you decide you might like to join me for that coffee.”

After the fifth concert he followed me to the Cafe Wein, where other musicians gathered and that specialized in playing Mozart in the background. It had threatened rain at the park as he was putting his flute away, and the elements gave him very little time to hedge when I offered him the coffee again.

“Your accent doesn’t sound quite Dutch to me,” I inserted into otherwise innocuous chitchat, which had included passing conversations with a couple of men I had paid to address me as “professor” and make remarks on my brilliance in musical critique.

“I’ve only really been to the Netherlands on holidays. I was born and raised in Central Africa. My family . . .”

But he stopped there, his voice having choked up on the word family, and he turned his head from me. He didn’t do so, though, quick enough for me not to see the tearing up in his eyes.

I moved deftly into another topic – on where he had traveled in the world. I might have asked him why he’d left Africa and come to be here in southern Germany. But I increasingly thought I knew, and it might not have gone well for me to pursue that point. I was sure I knew, but I was not positive. I needed to be positive.

“Have you given any thought to the quintet I mentioned? The banker pays well, and they are quite good – I’ve heard them several times.”

“Yes, I might be interested, thanks.”

Here was the crux. “I have the information in my rooms, which aren’t far from here – in fact between here and the direction of your university. You could stop in and pick the contact number up.”

“Or you could bring the information to the next concert,” he countered.

“Alas I’m sure they will have filled the chair by then. There is another salon night soon, and they have little time.”

When we reached the apartment I had let by the week, having arrived here from Africa myself not more than a month earlier, I sat him at my small dining table with a bottle of cold beer and retreated to my bedchamber. When I reemerged, I had changed into a short cotton robe and held a slip of paper with a number that would connect to one of the men I’d hired – who would tell him “So, sorry, we have found a flutist” on the off chance the young man would have an opportunity to call. And in the other hand was a bottle of excellent Scotch whiskey. Although the young flutist looked a bit shocked – and like a deer in the headlights of an automobile – he didn’t rise from the table.

I set the paper and bottle down on the table and lifted his chin with my cupped hand so that his face was staring into mine. And I took a chance and took his lips in mine.

His mouth was dead at first, but slowly, hungrily he yielded to me. I had gambled that underneath that shell he was frustrated and wanted to lie with me. The kiss confirmed this.

He was paralyzed by the situation, though. He was trembling and tearing up and seemed not to be able to stand on his own when I pulled him up from the chair. He didn’t resist, but he gave nothing of himself either.

I took him in my arms and carried him into the bedchamber and laid him on my bed. I stood over him and let the cotton robe I was wearing fall to the floor. He whimpered at the sight of my nakedness, which I knew was not displeasing to a man wanting to be fucked by another man. I could see a spark in his eyes now, but his lips were murmuring “No, please not . . .”

“Shush,” I whispered. “Just relax. And let me comfort you. I know there is something. Something wrong. I don’t think it is that you don’t want me. Let me comfort you.”

I lay down beside him on the bed and took him in my embrace. He didn’t fight me, but, again, he made no move of acceptance either. Only detached acquiescence. I would not be defeated, though. I hummed to him and rocked him in my arms.

“When you can speak of it. Tell me. Tell me what is a barrier to us making love. I know you want to.” I had moved my hand under the waistband of his trousers and briefs and had found assurance that he wanted me. “This tells me that you want me. You have lain with another man before, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” It sounded bitter, almost defiant.

“And men have made love to you, haven’t they?”

“No.” Even harder, more bitter.

“You have never had a man’s cock inside you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Ah, you have been taken by force then. Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“In Africa?”

“Yes.”

I had opened his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt by now, and I was gently fondling him with my hands – the hand of the arm I was embracing him with was stroking a nipple and the other hand was gliding along his belly and down to his cock and balls. He was relaxing a bit and was softly moaning – although I’m not sure he even realized I was already preparing him. Or that he was letting me do it.

“Perhaps if you give voice to it, let the demons out, it would be the start of healing. I am not forcing you, am I?”

“No.”

“And it is giving you pleasure, isn’t it? Pleasure you haven’t had in some time. Pleasure you need.”

He didn’t answer, but I didn’t give him much time or opportunity to do so. I had moved my lips to his again, and he was opening to me, letting me possess him. And then, for the first time reciprocating in the kiss, hungrily sucking on my tongue and groaning. I could feel the melting of the iceberg that had been him in the engorging of his cock in my hand.

“Tell me,” I whispered when I released his lips. I had to know for sure. “Tell me of this sadness and bitterness inside you.”

He lay there for several minutes, not saying anything, but his eyes held mine and his hips were beginning to roll with my slow pumping of his cock with my fist.

I was going to fuck him. I knew that. And now he knew that as well – and he was resolved to it.

“Have you heard of William Jason? Major William Jason?” the young man suddenly asked.

“Yes, I believe so. Central Africa.”

“Yes, when he and his regiment mutinied and took over the government, they paid special attention to the Dutch-descendent farmers.”

“You? Your family?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper.

“You don’t have to tell me. You can just let me make love to you and make the memory of it go away,” I murmured. And indeed, he didn’t have to tell me. Now I knew for sure.

But having started, he let it out as if a mighty river had burst the damning of his soul. “As they lay in wait to attack our farm, they must have heard me practicing my flute. Otherwise I would have been dead too. Who would have known that the butcher, William Jason, was a classical music lover?”

He laughed an ugly, bitter laugh, and I took his lips in mine again to keep from losing him. I had retrieved a tube of lube from my nightstand that I had left there open and I was lubricating his channel with my fingers. And he was letting me do it.

When I released his lips, though, he continued with the story. “When I was the last one, cowering in a corner, the major pushed his way through the semicircle of soldiers backing me into the wall. He is a monster of a man, you know. Gigantic in every way. He fucked me for the first time then – brutally. Not caring that I had never done it before. Then he informed me that I played the flute divinely. He used that word. ‘Divinely.’ It was shocking to hear from the lips of such a monster. He said he was taking me back to the palace with him, and that I would play for him. And not just the flute.”

“Shush. Enough. I want to make love to you now.”

“He had a special chamber – more than one – that he’d set up in the basement of the palace. Of course, as far as I knew his predecessor had had the chambers too. I was strung up every which way over the next months – and taken in every way he could think of. He laughed once, telling me that all I needed to play the flute for him were my lips and my fingers. He broke everything else in my body in his rough sex torture. You may not have noticed, but I move slowly and deliberately. I am in nearly constant pain. That is what he gave me.”

“I will be gentle. Here, this will be comfortable enough, won’t it?” I had moved between his thighs with my knees. His legs were bent and I placed pillows under the small of his back to raise his hips to me. I presented the bulb of my cock at his now-loosened and lubricated hole and gently pressed in. He groaned for me, but he gripped the sides of my torso as I was hovered over him. And he moved his pelvis, drawing me inside him himself.

He sucked in his breath and moaned deeply as my cock head disappeared inside him. I held there. “Am I hurting you?”

“Yes. No. Please. Oh, god. Ohhh, ohhhh, ahhhh.”

I was inside him and he was opening to me as I slowly sank deeper and deeper.

“I escaped,” he said in a low, breathy voice. “Those who helped me, paid for it. My freedom was their death. Yet another guilt I must bear. But I was alive. I ran and ran. And I hid. I dyed my hair, changed my appearance as much as I could. Came to Europe to forge a new life.”

“Relax. Go with me. I’ll love all of those memories into the back of your mind.”

I began to slow pump him.

“Oh, god, oh god, ahhhh.”

Later I sat there in a chair, looking at the bed, as the young man slept the sleep of the fully satisfied, exhausted by a master cocking.

I almost regretted it, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

“What? I can’t! Why?” he muttered as he slowly came to. “Why am I bound?”

His wrists were handcuffed through the strong slats of my headboard and his ankles were handcuffed as well.

“I’m sorry about that,” I answered in a voice that I hoped conveyed as much regret as I felt. “I’m really sorry. But the Major sent me to find you. He wants you back.”

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Later, as I sat alone in my rented room and finished off the bottle of Scotch, I made the decision that I needed to find another way to earn my money. I had become too hard, too uncaring. But now I had gone too soft to be of use to the clients who sought me out. I would, of course, tell the Major that I had scoured Munich for his flutist without luck – that he must have been given bad information, or that the young man had already moved on. I would tell him that I certainly was willing to follow up any other lead he might have, but that it probably wasn’t worth the money he was paying.

Of all my regrets, the deepest one was not asking the young flutist where he would flee to next – so that there was always a chance I might meet, and have, him again. But if I knew the Major as well as I thought I did, it was probably best I really didn’t know – in the likely event that the Major didn’t believe me.

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Having seen my dad and Carl having sex, unknowing to them, on the offshore drilling rig, I decided to take things further on our days off at home.

We had been to dinner and a few bars and returned home. As Carl leaned in one corner of the sofa and dozed, Dad decided he wanted some ice cream and headed for the store. I decided then was the time to take things to the next level. My plans were made. I just had to wait for Dad to get back home.

I watched, waiting for dad to return. When I saw him about to turn into the drive, I went over to Carl and knelt on the floor between his legs. Timing it perfectly, I extracted his cock through the opening in his boxers began sucking Carl’s cock just as dad walked through the door.

Carl jumped in surprise upon feeling my wet mouth on his cock. At the same time, Dad froze, looking at me and asked, “What the fuck are you doing, Mark?”

Pausing, I looked straight at dad and said, “The same thing you two do to each other out there behind the shed on the rig.”

“What are you talking about?”

I told dad and Carl what I had seen on more than one occasion.

“Look, if you two are gay that’s great. So am I so now we can just be ourselves here at home and not pretend any longer.”

“Son, how did you find us?”

I told dad the entire story of seeing them, and how I had so badly wanted to join them.

Turning to Carl, Dad began asking “You knew and waited until i was out of the house to have sex with my own son. Damn it, Carl, I’ve treated you like my own brother. How could you do this to me?”

Carl was trying to speak but I interrupted and told dad that Carl was not involved and that I had planned it so that it appeared that I had been sucking Carl longer than I actually had been.

“Dad, Carl woke up to find me sucking him just as you walked through the door.”

Dad just shook his head and as he headed for the kitchen said, “This is something I never expected. We all need to talk.”

We sat and began talking with dad asking me how long I had been gay. I told him when and how I got started and that I found that I totally enjoyed it. I said that I had fucked pussy but was more turned on by sex with a man, saying it was more satisfying and erotic. I then asked how he started.

“Well, as you know, Carl and I have been best friends since we were about twelve or thirteen. About six months or so after we met we began experimenting like most boys do. It continued on through high school and we even went on double dates and fucked our girlfriends side by side on blankets then after we took them home we’d have sex together. We enjoyed sex with both women and men. we’d even go to the park and meet guys and go to their house or hotel room for sex. Any way, we both married and live the straight life in public but the gay life in private. After Carl’s divorce and your mother’s death, we both went totally gay.”

“I see. Are you upset that I’m gay also?”

“Not at all if you’re sure it’s the life you want.”

“I am and I have to be honest with you both. I so desperately want sex with both of you. Please.”

after some discussion, dad relented and he and I had oral sex with Carl watching. Then later, Carl and I began.

As dad watched, he said, “Man, it’s such a fucking turn on to see my own son sucking another guy.”

“Wait until you see him fucking me,” I replied with a smile.

That night, we didn’t go to sleep until sun up. we spent the night with dad fucking me then me fucking him and later Carl and I fucking each other. In between fuck sessions we kissed, made out and rimmed each other.

When we finally got up the next afternoon about three, we kissed each other and I sucked them both off after which together they sucked me and kissed and shared my load.

That night I asked dad if there were any others on our shift that enjoyed male sex. He named two that enjoyed getting sucked but nothing else.

“If I make a pass, can they be trusted to keep it secret?”

“Oh yes. Carl and I service them frequently and they know each other gets sucked. Carl and I have sucked them side by side before.”

The two dad mentioned were brothers, both in their mid twenties and married to sisters. Like all the guys on the rig, they were extremely well built. They were also hot as hell. They were John and Greg Brady, John being a year older that Greg. Greg was the better looking.

The rest of our time at home was mainly spent having sex, making up for lost time. I don’t think we dressed except maybe once to go out to dinner.

We returned to the rig and as we flew by helicopter to the rig I cruised Greg and John. I’m sure I had them curious about me.

A couple days after we returned, I went to the galley for coffee and found Greg there sipping coffee and reading a book. I struck up a conversation and gradually eased it toward sex.

After talking about being horny and no cunt around I said, “Not having a steady girlfriend, I’m kind of used to going without. But with you being married and getting it regularly, I bet you go through hell out here.”

“Oh, I manage to survive. We all have our own ways of coping.”

“Oh, I know what you mean, but there are things better than having to visit ‘Rosie Palm’ all the time.”

“I’m sure,” he said. “You know of any?”

“Yea, I do, in fact. Meet me tonight out behind the tool shed about eleven and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Smiling broadly, he said, “I’ll be there for sure.”

I couldn’t wait until time to meet Greg. I told dad and Carl I was meeting greg so that they wouldn’t interrupt.

I was there about ten to eleven, waiting and watching. Then I saw him casually come out onto the platform and slowly make his way to the shed.

Once he was there with me he smiled in the dim light and said, “Okay, what did you have in mind better than ‘Rosie Palm’?”

I smiled back and as I slowly went to my knees, I groped his crotch and unzipped his pants, then unbuttoned them, letting them fall. He was commando and his huge cock sprang forward.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and swallowed his cock and began to lovingly suck it.

He moaned softly and whispered, “Oh fuck yea!”

I soon got him off and after swallowing his huge load he asked, “You want another one?”

“Can you go again?”

“Not right now but I know someone else that could use your service.”

He whistled softly and seconds later, John came up, his hard cock outlined in his pants.

“Go for it,” Greg told him. “He’s better than the others that service us.”

Seconds later, I was sucking John’s cock as Greg watched. Before long, John was feeding me his huge load.

Afterward, as I stood, John smiled and said, “We’ll be seeing you quite often,” he said. “But, how did you know we wouldn’t report you, saying you made advances?”

I reached up into the eaves and pulled out the small video camera I had hidden, showing them I had everything, both audio and video, on tape.

They smiled and Greg said, “Man, be assured that we’re not going to say anything and ruin the service you give.”

Looking at them I said something that totally shocked them. I smiled and said, “My ass is always available, also. You can both get serviced at the same time sometime.”

“Fucking nice,” John said. “We just might.”

One at a time, they left, John first. Greg watched and when he was sure John was gone, he said, “Be here again tomorrow night about two. Be alone. I will be.”

With that, he left and after waiting a while, I returned to the dorm area, wondering why he waited to say anything until John was out of sight.

The next night I set the alarm on my watch and was waiting for Greg at two in the morning. I had gone out just in my briefs. He arrived and was in his boxers. As I started to lower them he stopped me.

“Mark, does your dad know about you?”

“Yes, he does.”

“Well, I’m sure he told you about John and I, didn’t he?”

“I asked him if anyone else on this shift liked getting sucked and he told me about you and John. Why?”

“Well, there is something no one else on this rig knows, and I want your word that you won’t say anything to your dad, Carl, and especially John.”

“You got it. Whatever you tell me stays just between you and me.”

Smiling, he quickly reached over to the waistband of my briefs and as he squatted down, he pulled them to my ankles. In a flash, he swallowed my cock and began sucking me hungrily at first then slower.

Totally stunned, I looked down and watched as Greg sucked me like an expert. I knew it wasn’t his first time. He eventually brought me to my climax and without hesitation, eagerly swallowed my huge built up load.

As he stood, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. After the kiss, he whispered, “That’s my first cock since I started working on this rig over a year ago. I’ll fill you in tomorrow. Right now,may I fuck you?”

“of course,” I told him.

Seconds later I was getting one of the best fucks I’d had in a long time. After he filled my ass with his thick load, he said, “Meet me in the rec room after dinner. We’ll go somewhere private and talk.”

I agreed and watched him walk away. I was eager to hear his story.

We met in the rec room after dinner then went to the far end of the platform and sat and talked.

Greg said he had been bisexual since he was fifteen. He said he kept it from John because of the way John felt about gays. He said that they would find guys to suck them then John would rough them up calling them all sorts of names. He said that he convinced John to stop the roughing up because word would get out and no one would want to blow him. He said John almost caught him on a couple of occasions and was afraid of what John might do if he found out. His main fear was his wife finding out. Although they were having problems and talking about divorce, he didn’t want her to know.

I had listened silently while he got it off his chest then said, “I’m available for sex anytime you want. Just tell me when and where. No one will ever find out from me.”

“Thanks,” he said. It had turned to darkness and we were in shadows and he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

Greg and I met frequently alone, servicing each other. He had found an out of the way empty small store room and we’d use it for our sexual adventures.

Things continued for a year with Dad and Carl becoming lovers since I knew about them. The three of us serviced John and Greg. The one thing absolutely no one knew about was the secret meeting between Greg and I where we did it all together.

About a year later, Greg got another job in a related field. He had filed for divorce and was waiting for it to become final. Before leaving the rig he had expressed his love for me and now was urging me to quit the rig and come to ork with him.

I did and began living back at home full time. A month after I moved back home his divorce was final and he as a free man.

He had been living in a small motel paying by the week. Once he was officially single again, I invited him to move in the house with me. Dad and Carl still didn’t know of our relationship.

Greg had been living with us for about three months when dad and Carl came home for their two weeks off.

Knowing they were coming in, I prepared dinner and as we ate, I casually said, “Dad, Greg and I are lovers now,” and continued eating.

Both dad and Carl nearly choked hearing that news since they thought Greg was straight and just got sucked. We had to tell them the entire story which took a while. They then congratulated us and we went out to celebrate.

The next day, I suggested Greg show them his abilities at sucking and getting fucked. I didn’t mind sharing him with them but let another guy make a pass at him and I’d damn sure take his head off. Greg and I have sex with others but only together, never separately.

We love each other dearly as do Dad and Carl. Greg still thinks it’s hot to see dad and i have sex together and we love doing it.

THE END

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I couldn’t believe I had got myself into that situation. There I was, in the room of the guy I’d had a secret kid-crush on for years; looking for a condom.

Why did I pick ‘dare’? You’d think I’d have learnt that lesson long before. It was Cris that came up with th dare. His brother had just come out to his family the previous week, but Cris had found the dildo in the room a week or so before. He never confronted his older brother about it, but he was making good use of that fact when he came up with the dare.

I had to find the dildo and steal it. Cris knew it was his brother’s because, funny enough, it had his name on it, in black marker.

So, I snuck in through the window. Chase, Cris’s older brother, would be at school for the whole day. He was a geography major with final exams coming up. So, that Saturday, with him cramming his brains out, was the best day. I wondered if Cris had any idea that I’m bi and was playing with me. But whatever…

So, I searched and searched. In all the underwear drawers, under the bed, in every shoebox… Nothing. And I searched for at least 20 minutes, as quietly as I could since Cris and Chase’s mother was home. If Cris was right, she never went into Chase’s room, so he was safe.

But then, I heard voices. Chase. “I’m taking a break for a few hours, Mom!” he called out. “I’ll go back to the library later!”

He sounded like he was right outside! No time to escape out the window. I did the only thing I could think to do: rush to the closet. I closed the closet door (as quickly, yet as QUIETLY as I could) just as I heard the door open. It was closed immediately after, and Chase soon came into my field of vision.

He tossed his shirt on the bed, and continued to undress. His muscles were defined, but not big. I loved that. I’d loved it for years. He was taller than me by a few inches, and his mocha skin was just a little lighter than mine. His cornrows, apparently recently braided, reached halfway down his back.

It was the first time I’d ever seen his dick. Man, it looked beautiful. Long, but not very thick. It was already hard when he pulled it out after dropping his black wifebeater on the floor and then his jeans and those white boxers. He was playing with it, moaning slightly. I wondered why he wasn’t going to the bed and just kept standing beside it, looking towards the window. And then, I understood.

From my field of view through a single broken shutter of the closet door, I saw someone come into through the window. He must have used the same method I did: the big tree outside that worked as the perfect ladder to climb up to the window.

The guy who came in was shorter than Chase, around my height. He was a darker, though, and much more muscular than either of us. His head was completely bald, but his dimples softened his look. He was at least as hot as Chase.

“You’re such a pussy, man,” the stranger said as he went over the Chase and started kissing him.

“Come on, I don’t think my mom would feel too comfortable with me having sex in her house,” Chase said. “I mean, I know I’m an adult and everything, but, she’s still my mom, right?”

“Yeah, yeah…” the buff guy said between kisses, his hand playing with the pink head of Chase’s dick.

“Now, hurry up and take off your clothes! I want that ass,” Chase said.

My heart was pumping hard: the fear of being caught multiplied by the excitement of watching this unfold. My dick was pushing against my boxer-briefs.

The newcomer dropped his clothes as quickly as Chase had. And man, he had a dick as hot as Chase’s. It was amazing; their dicks matched their bodies perfectly. The newcomer was not as long as Chase, but definitely thicker. The head wasn’t as pink as Chase’s, though.

They got in the bed, kissing. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I unzipped. And pulled out my cock. The darker guy didn’t wait long. He reached into a drawer where I had seen a bottle of lube and pulled it out, putting an ample amount onto Chase’s dick, even while he kissed it. Then, he jumped on it.

“Shit!” I whispered in frustration. I’d been stooping so I could see through the hole. It had been sort of uncomfortable. As I’d tried shifting positions (not wise to do that while trying to keep an eye on the action), I hit something over. I never looked at what it was, because as soon as it crashed to the floor:

“What the hell?” Chase said. “Sorry, man, get off for a minute.”

“You kidding me right? You want me to get off of dick this good?”

“I’m serious, Don. I heard something from the closet.”

Don got off Chase and allowed him to get up. Dick still hard as steel, he headed to the closet. My heard felt like it would hit Chase in the face as soon as he opened the door.

“Parker? What the hell you doing in here?”

I stammered. I’d forgot to put my dick away. This looked very provocative. “I- I- I’m sorry, Chase, I-“

Don asked, “You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my little brother’s best friend. Goes to my old high school. A junior now.”

“Well, he looks like he’s into what was goin’ on. You wanna join us, Parker?”

“Don, what the fuck?” Chase almost yelled out before catching himself and speaking more softly. “He’s a kid!”

“How old are you, kid?” Don asked me.

“Eighteen…”

“Got held back?”

“No,” I told him. “I was sick and started school late.”

“I say he’s adult enough. He’s got a dick to match. And besides, you don’t hear him saying he isn’t interested.”

Chase’s frown stayed for a while, then he shook his head. “Well?”

I was still in shock. But the look of these two fully naked bodies with fully alert cocks was too much to turn down. “Can I? For real?”

Chase reached out his hand towards me and helped me up, ’cause I’d falled back in the excitement. He pulled me into a kiss. Man, those soft lips felt good.

Don gave my other head some attention, dropping my cargo shorts to the floor and sucking my uncut head as it poked out through the hole in my boxers. “Man, you big,” he said, his breath tickling my hair.

Chase pulled off my shirt and started kissing my nipples. I never knew that could feel so good. Don didn’t seem to want this foreplay to last long, though. He was leading us to the bed and once we were there, he picked up the bottle of lube and was applying it all over my dick.

“What do you say? Two of y’all want a piece of this ass? Never tried two at a time before.”

“Fuck yeah,” Chase said. He turned towards me. I nodded and he smiled at my shyness. “This is your first time with a dude, isn’t it?” I nodded again. I’d always known I liked both guys and girls, though. From as far as I can remember. And I always knew I’d like the feel of ass.

Chase got in the bed first and Don strattled him. He lowered his pussy on the dick and slid all the way down on it like before. Then, he lay down on Chase. “Go slow, okay, Parker?”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. The idea of dick in my own ass always terrified me. No way I’d ever try that and I’d decided at least a year before (when one of the porn vids I saw had a guy’s ass bleeding even while it was being fucked) that I’d be gentle.

So, I put my head right at the asshole. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Go, man,” Don said, already making sounds of extacy.

So I went. The feel of both dick and ass was amazing. I slid myself in slowly, which, as far as I am concerned, felt like it made it feel all the better. I kept mine still while Chase moved back and forward.

“Oh, shit,” Don said. “Yeah, baby, keep goin’.”

“Shh,” Chase said. “We don’t want my mom to hear.”

“She’s downstairs watchin’ TV,” Don countered. “Relax, man.”

Chase decided to shut Don up with some kisses that sounded deep. Soon, Don sat up and pressed himself against my abs and my pecs. I reached around and started playing with his dick, even as I started alternating my movements with Chase’s.

“See that?” Don said. “You never cared if my dick wanted some lovin’.”

“Shut up and take this dick,” Chase laughed.

Don got pulled the lube from the bed and let it drip on his dick while I moved my hand up and down. “You have no idea how good it feels to have both front AND back action.” He started bouncing up and down on our dicks. I kicked the back of his neck.

“Thanks,” I whispered into his ear. “This is awesome.”

“Anytime, lover,” he said. “Now keep jerkin’ me. I haven’t come by anything other than my own hand in ages.”

“Ready to take this load?” Chase asked.

“Man, you know I’m ready!” And just as Don said this, he sent his own stream of cum flying. Some of it hit Chase right in the face, and some of it got on the sheets, but most of it landed on Chase’s torso.

“Damn, you coulda told me you were about to come! Oh, fuck!” He exploded into Don. It was a strange sensation. The feeling of semen that wasn’t my own. Chase slowly slipped out. “You aint’ done yet? You defintely ain’t a kid nomore!”

I smiled. Lube and cum together made that ass feel awesome. As Chase knelt beside them and kissed Don, the darker guy lay down on me.

“Come on, man, fill me with a next load,” he ordered me. I didn’t take long to oblige. A load I’d been holding in for five days filled him up.

“Shit…” I muttered as I pulled myself out.

Chase wasted no time sucking all the cum out of that ass that he could, then kissing Don full on the lips, making some slip out and down their chests.

I lay on the bed, feeling awesome. I never expected that would happen that day.

“So, Parker,” Chase asked. “What the heck were you doin’ in my room?”

Embarrassment swept over me, but I told him anyway. Both he and Don laughed as they lay on the bed, the cum still leaking out of Don.

“Cris really is a menace,” Chase said. He got off the bed and headed to his bookbag, from which he produced the yellow dildo, at least as long as his when hard and as thick as Don’s. “Have fun.” He winked.

In about half an hour, I was clothed and out of there. Success.

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The party was in full swing. Loud techno-beats were blasting through the speakers and everybody was enjoying themselves. The dining room had been transformed into a fantastic nightclub. All the furniture had been moved into a corner so that everyone had a place to dance and shake their moneymakers.

Some of the pirates sat by the bar and were satisfied with a massive glass of ice cold beer, while others were doing the bump and grind on the dance floor. Since Haría and Olivia were the only two females on the ship and since they were not to be touched under any circumstances, the men had to settle for each other. They just danced, grinding their bodies against one and other, sticking their tongues into each other’s mouths and groping at each other’s dicks.

Even the straight pirates, now drunk off their asses, allowed the gay ones to paw at their body and grope their dicks. They even exchanged an occasional kiss every now and then. Some of them even excepted an invitation to fuck a gay pirate in the ass in front of all his buddies.

Boy, was that a treat! The pirates would gather around their fucking comrades and cheer them on, urging the straight pirate to fuck the gay one harder. And when they both shot their load, the crowd grew even wilder.

Dahlia was among those pirates cheering the two fucking pirates on. He had one too many shots and was now doing things he would never have done if he were sober. For example he would flirt with a few of the hunky pirates. He would rub their muscled arms and complement them on their muscles. He would sometimes ask them if he could pull at their nipples rings.

The pirates were pretty hands-on too when it came to Dahlia. They would tousle his hair or dance with him on the dance floor. They would move behind him and grind their erected penises, covered by their slacks, against Dahlia’s butt. They would even kiss him in the neck while doing this, giving him a hickey here and there.

Flario watched as this all came to pass. He sat at the bar, drinking the last of his beer. He was very displeased with Dahlia. The guy was acting like a slut in front of everybody, but they had agreed on an open relationship not so long ago, shortly before they left home to find the Source. But that didn’t mean that he had to flirt with all these dangerous men.

Sure, a couple of them had hit on Flario, but he had turned them down, saying that he was already involved with someone and that that someone was on the ship. The disappointed pirate would look around asking: “Which one?” and Flario would point at Dahlia, who was doing a very dirty dance with a sexy pirate, and Flario would answer: “The pretty redhead.”

The pirate would whistle and walk over to Dahlia and his comrade and they would dance with him together, Dahlia in the middle, one pirate in front of him and the other in the back.

Flario grew angry when he saw that Dahlia was enjoying all this attention. Enjoying the alcohol and sweaty bodies grinding against one and other. He had even smoked a joint or two. At some point Dahlia jumped on top of a table and requested the instrumental of some song.

Dahlia took the microphone that was handed to him and he began to sing.

“If you think that I’m pretty, I know that I am. If you think that I’m pretty, then tell it to the band. I’ve got fabulous hair and fair green skin. My baby is a flame throwing hunky man.”

The pirates cheered and Dahlia stepped off the table and continued singing while making sensual movements with his hips. The rest of the song had very provocative lyrics, which only seemed to make the pirates hornier than they already were. They danced around Dahlia while he sang, making the same movements as he did. One would think that they had practiced the choreography for weeks, they were so in sync.

Haría sat down next to Flario and ordered a beer. She swung her stool around so that she was facing the show that Dahlia and the pirates were putting on.

“Look at the pretty prince dancing and singing, with a bunch of fairies dancing around him,” Haría laughed. Her beer arrived and she took a sip. “You okay, Brad?”

Suddenly a smile crept up Flario’s face. He remembered the lullaby. Dahlia’s performance was a very dirty interpretation of it. Maybe this was Dahlia’s way of expressing his feelings. He missed home. He missed his mother.

Flario sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said to Haría.

Dahlia ended the song with very high operatic falsetto, which made the crowd go wild. Dahlia bowed deeply to his audience.

“Thank you,” he slurred, the alcohol taking its toll on his ability to speak. He almost fell over, but he was stabilized by the men that had dance with him. “Thank you,” he slurred again, this time addressing the men that stabilized him, “you’re very kind…”

Rolff joined Flario and Haría. “Wasn’t he amazing,” he asked, “who knew that he could sing like that. And those dance moves…?” He whistled.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Haría said to him.

“Hey.” Rolff ordered a glass of water. He didn’t like alcohol one bit.

Haría motioned for someone to come over. Borin, the big black pirate from earlier, joined the group and he too ordered a big glass of beer. He gulped it down in one pull. He gave a content sigh, burped loudly and turned to Rolff.

Rolff immediately saw the big bulge in Borin’s slacks.

“Who’s this hunk of sexy just begging to be fucked like an underpaid prostitute,” Borin growled, while his eyes raked over Rollf’s body. He licked his lips. The bulge in his pants grew even bigger.

“Seriously,” Rolff mumbled, “what is it with you people and comparing me to an underpaid prostitute? It’s not cool…” He trailed off as he saw that Borin bent over and kissed him.

Borin broke the kiss. “Yum,” he said, licking his lips, “he’s a tasty one, sis,” he said to Haría.

“Borin here is my brother,” Haría explained, “and he and I would like to get you out of those clothes and show you a good time…”

“But didn’t he just finish fucking the life out of those captured pirates?” Rolff asked in disbelief. It couldn’t be that Borin still had some fuck left in him, he must have cum a hundred times down there.

“Trust me, baby,” Borin cooed, while cupping Rolff’s chin, “daddy’s got a lotta stamina and I would like to show ya by pumping ya full of my hot cum.”

Rolff felt a rush of horny wash over him. He sucked his lip between his teeth and gave Borin a lecherous look. Millions of lustful thoughts raced through his mind. He had to admit that he lusted after both this stallion of man and his hot sister.

Suddenly his mind was shut off by his erect penis. He grabbed the back of Borin’s head and pulled him for one of the wettest Flario had ever witnessed in his entire life. Rolff ground his body against that of the black stallion and Borin lifted him off the ground, their lips still locked, and carried him out of the dining room slash nightclub. Haría giggled excitedly and followed them out.

Flario just sat there, a massive boner pressing against his pants, yelling for him to set it free. He rubbed his cock through the fabric of his pants and looked at Dahlia who was playing a drinking game with the pirates. He looked even more drunk now, his eyes had glazed over and he had a constant blush on his cheeks.

Flario couldn’t help but smile. Dahlia seemed happy. Flario had nothing to worry about, he knew that the pirates wouldn’t dare do anything funny to Dahlia ever since they saw that he was not just another pretty face.

Flario stood up and adjusted his cock.

“Taking off so early?” the bartender asked. He was busy wiping a glass he had just washed. He was cute. He was lightly muscled and barely had any tattoo’s on his body. He had a cigar between his lips and he had a severely damaged eye, which only made him look sexier. The injured eye was covered by an eye patch.

“Yeah,” Flario replied, “I’m tired and I’m sporting a massive boner and my boyfriend is having fun with your pirate buddies, so I’m gonna go to my cabin and have little fun all by myself.” He tried to sound excited but he knew it didn’t come out very convincing.

“Have fun,” the bartender said and returned to his duties.

Flario had kind of hoped that the bartender would ask him to take care of his boner or something. He would have loved to fuck his cute little butt for a little while. But it seemed he would have to take care of it himself.

Just as he left the horned up space, Dahlia called out to him.

Flario turned around to see Dahlia stumbling towards him. When he reached Flario he tumbled into his arms. Flario could smell an intoxicating mixture of alcohol, pot and sex invade his nostrils.

“Hey, baby,” Dahlia slurred, while caressing Flario’s chest, “wanna have some fun?” He tried to kiss his lover, but Flario gently pushed him away.

“Dahlia, you’re drunk, high and god knows what else,” he said with a worried look on his face. “Besides, it seemed as if you were having a lot of fun out there, so why don’t you go back to your new buddies and continue having fun, huh?”

“Ooh, playing hard to get, are we, baby?” Dahlia laughed. “Come on, sexy, let’s go to your room and do the nasty…”

“I will not abuse your situation, Dahlia,” Flario said with a stern tone in his voice. “I won’t and I can’t…”

“What are you talking about?” Dahlia asked while trying to steady himself against a wall. “You’ve been wanting to fuck my eyeballs out ever since the day we met and you’re saying that you don’t want to?”

Flario nodded. He had made up his mind.

“When did you become such a pussy, Flario, huh?” Dahlia scoffed.

That’s when a hand struck Dahlia hard across the face. He reeled backwards with a hand on his painful cheek. Again the wall withheld him from tipping over.

“Y-you hit me,” he whimpered.

“Yeah?! Well, you deserve it,” Flario yelled. “I have had it with your whining, your mood swings and everything else! I have had it!”

“Please don’t yell at me,” Dahlia whimpered as tears welled up in his eyes.

“No! I will yell at you!” Flario grabbed at his hair as if he wanted to pull them out. Then he pointed at Dahlia and the tears rolled out of eyes. “If this is how you’re gonna behave…” He paused to take a breath. “…then maybe it’s better if we just broke up…”

Those last words hit Dahlia back into sobriety. He looked up at his lover and seeing the sadness in Flario’s eyes, Dahlia felt guilty. He had treated Flario like dirt for the last couple of days. Even when Flario had tried to cheer him up. Now Flario had had enough of it.

“Flario, I… I-I’m sorry,” Dahlia sobbed.

“You know what, Dahlia, save it,” Flario said, holding his hands up, “I don’t wanna hear it…” Then he turned and walked away, leaving Dahlia alone in the hallway.

Dahlia fell to his knees. He didn’t know what hurt more: his painful cheek or the words Flario had just spoken. He wrapped his arms around himself and cried.

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In another part of the ship Borin threw Rolff on the bed and instantly joined him. They immediately began making out, licking and sucking at each other’s face. Haría watched while she undressed.

Borin took the time to peel every piece of clothing from Rolff’s skin piece by piece. Every time a bit of skin was revealed, Borin would start kissing that spot, leaving behind a dark red hickey. In a matter of minutes Rolff was lying on the bed in nothing but his brown leather boots. He then took it upon himself to undress Borin in the same way that had been done to him, but since Borin was only wearing a pair slacks, the black stallion was naked in a matter of seconds.

Rolff licked his lips as he saw Borin’s big black meaty cock spring free. He took it in one hand and began stroking it slowly. He looked up at Borin and smiled. Borin threw his back and moaned when Rolff swallowed the foot-long monster all the way to the balls in one gulp.

Haría was impressed by this. “Wow,” she said, “I have never seen anyone do that to my big brother’s cock before. That’s pretty impressive, pretty boy.” She then noticed Rolff’s nine inch cock and took into her mouth immediately.

After a few minutes of the chain-sucking, Borin pushed Rolff back on the bed and slid on top of him. Again they started making out. Wet sucking sounds filled the room. They pushed their cocks together and made grinding movements, causing them to both moan.

Haría decided not to disturb them any further and sat down on a chair. She had moved it in front of the bed. When she sat down, she spread her legs and started fingering her pussy while watching her brother and Rolff going at it like a pair of wild wolves.

“Ya ever had a black cock in yo’ ass, baby,” he whispered in Rolff’s ear.

“No,” Rolff panted trying his hardest not shoot his load, “I… haven’t had any… I’m a virgin…”

Borin looked surprised. “Pretty boy like you ain’t never had a cock up your ass? Ya hearin’ this, sis?” He turned his head to Haría who was still busy fingering herself.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck that tight virgin boy,” she moaned. She moaned louder as she had her first orgasm of the night.

Borin flipped Rolff over onto his stomach. He then knelt between Rolff’s legs. He spread Rolff’s ass cheeks and started slobbering at his twitching asshole.

Rolff let out a moan as he felt Borin’s tongue drive itself deep into him. Never had he felt anything like it, not even when he had that vine of Dahlia’s in there.

“Gotta lube ya up real good,” Borin explained when he came up for air. “I guarantee ya it’s gon’ hurt, but after that it’s smooth sailing to heaven.”

Rolff smiled at this remark. “Come on,” he urged Borin, “fuck me, baby, fuck me hard.” He panted hard while saying this. And when he saw Borin spit on his own cock, Rolff rolled back onto his back and spread his legs, showing his hot pink hole to the black stallion knelt between his legs.

Borin took his big black cock in his hands and guided it to Rolff’s virgin hole. He pressed his cock-head against the untouched sphincter and pushed, a little gentle at first but he pressed harder a while later since Rolff’s hole wouldn’t give way. Rolff helped by pushing himself down.

Suddenly Borin’s glans popped in and Rolff couldn’t help but let out a howl. Shit, it hurt! He clinched his jaws shut and screamed under his breath. His face had become red. When he felt Borin’s cock being guided deeper into his ass he couldn’t help but let out another howl.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Borin coeed. He caressed Rolff’s cheek and wiped at the tears that had rolled out of his eyes. “It’ll be over soon…” And with these words he slid the last of his big chunk of man-meat into Rolff’s ass. “There, that’s all of it, baby… You feel it throbbing inside ya, don’t ya?”

Rolff nodded. “Fuck, it hurts,” he whimpered. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. He breathed in and out like a woman giving birth to a baby. It hurt like hell. It felt like someone had rammed a tree trunk up his ass.

Haría moaned loudly again, making it clear that she had cum for a second time.

After fifteen minutes or so Rolff could feel the pain fading away. Now the big cock in his ass was starting to feel kind of good. Borin noticed that Rolff had started to relax, but when he started to slide his cock out, he felt Rolff tense up again.

“Shhh, baby,” Borin cooed, caressing Rolff’s wet cheeks, “just relax… It’s starting to feel good, huh? That big cock up yo’ butt feels mighty fine, don’t it?”

Rolff nodded. He moaned loudly when Borin pulled his cock all the way out, leaving only the tip of his massive cock-head in. Then Borin slid his cock back in ever so slowly, sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through Rolff’s body.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Rolff moaned. The pain was completely gone and it felt amazing. “Come on, do it again,” he moaned, “please, baby, do it again…”

Borin repeated this action several times. Every time he slid his cock back in, Rolff’s entire body would tremble as if he were having a seizure. After a few more times of doing this, he decided to push in a little faster. He would slide in quickly but not too quick and at the last piece of cock he would slam his pelvis against Rolff’s butt cheeks.

Rolff let out a howling moan when Borin did that.

“Ya like, huh, baby,” Borin growled while repeating this same action again and again.

Rolff could only nod and moan.

Soon Borin was fucking Rolff hard. He held Rolff at his ankles in his hands and moved his hips back in forth. Rolff didn’t know what was happening to him. It felt so fucking good! Then Borin pushed Rolff’s knees all the way down, he bent over and starting kissing and licking at Rolff’s face, all this while he was still fucking him like madman.

Haría enjoyed every bit of what was happening in front of her and soon she reached her third climax.

“Fuck me, Borin,” Rolff begged, “fuck me like an underpaid prostitute…” The last part had come without Rolff knowing. He just wanted this big black stallion in him for all of eternity.

Borin laughed and did as he was told. With destructive power he began pounding Rolff’s ass. Rolff grabbed the back of Borin’s thick neck and pulled him in for a slobbering kiss. He moaned into Borin’s mouth and at some point he was just screaming with pleasure. He threw his head back on the bed and screamed his lungs out.

Suddenly Borin began to pound Rollf in fast short strokes. He was about to cum. Het let out a low growl and came like waterfall inside of Rolff’s ass. He shot squirt after squirt of his thick man juice into Rolff’s ass.

Rolff moaned as he felt Borin’s cum flood his insides. He reached around to grab Borin’s hard ass cheeks and pulled the back man deeper into him. A few more squirts were released and Borin was done for the moment.

Borin then pulled his cock out. It plopped out Rolff’s worn out ass and lay on the bed, now only semi-hard but still impressively large. Borin panted and smacked Rolff on his ass.

“Ready for round two,” Borin grinned at Rolff. “This time we’ll let Haría join the fun…”

Rolff simply nodded. The exploding stars were floating all around his head.

In just seconds Borin was hard again. He lay down his back and told Rolff to sit down on his dick while his asshole was still wide open and slicked up with cum. Rolff did as he was told and sat down all the way on Borin’s dick facing the foot of the bed where Haría stood.

“God, it’s so deep,” Rolff gasped.

Immediately Borin started fucking him. Rolff threw his head back and moaned as he felt that massive cock plowing him deep.

“Hold up, bro,” Haría said and crawled onto the bed. Borin stopped fucking Rolff and held still. Haría then straddled Rolff’s hips and slid his cock into her pussy. She hissed and pulled Rolff in for a kiss.

Borin started fucking Rolff again. He fucked up in Rolff’s ass and Rolff automatically fucked up into Haría’s wet pussy. It felt heavenly. The room was suddenly filled with slapping sounds and growls and moans of pleasure.

Borin pulled Rolff’s head back and started licking at his neck while fucking him at the same time. Haría took it upon herself to tongue Rolff’s Adam’s apple. The double pleasure of Borin kissing his neck and Haría going to town on his throat and the double pleasure of a big black cock up his butt and his own cock plowing a hot wet pussy were all too much for Rolff. He felt that he was about cum. He felt that he was about to cum hard.

“G-guys,” he moaned, barely being able to form complete sentences, “I’m… fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum… Oooohhh…”

“Cum, baby, cum,” Haría moaned in his ear while bouncing up and down on Rolff’s cock. Her bouncing up and down and Borin’s powerful thrusts enhanced the pleasure tenfold.

“Yeah, pretty boy,” Borin growled, “cum for mommy and daddy…” To accelerate Rolff’s orgasm he starting fucking even faster and harder than before. He wrapped his around Rolff’s torso and fucked the poor guy into a stupor.

Rolff literally screamed as he came. His cum flooded Haría’s pussy and it soon came gushing out in great volumes. He kept on cumming as Borin kept on fucking him with hard thrusts. He thought he would faint. Never had he cum like this. He never knew it was possible for a person to cum so violently. He began to feel weak and he went limp in Borin’s arms, allowing the big black man to continue fucking him while his sister bounced up and down on his own cock.

A few seconds after Rolff went limp, Borin came for a second time. And Haría followed soon after. They let out howls and growls and shrieks that would send a pack of cum-hungry werewolves running for their lives.

After the simultaneous orgasm was over, they all slumped into a big lump of sweat and cum soaked bodies. All they could do was pant and pant and nothing else.

Rolff felt amazing. He couldn’t feel his arms nor legs, but he felt great. His ass was numb and his cock hurt like hell from the intense ejaculation. But it was all worth it. He wondered if he would be able to sit properly the next morning…

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“It’s a great way to throw your money away; that’s what it is.”

“Well, let’s see, Pete. How much have you spent on the site’s hookup service, and how many guys have you actually hooked up with?”

“I’ve had some real hot conversations and cybersex with some of them,” Pete sniffed.

“Purely in cyberspace, right? At, what, a dollar a word?” John answered, with a snort. “And I’ll bet the photos they showed weren’t any more of them than yours are of you.”

“But three K at a single throw?” Pete retorted. “Just to go out in the ocean and back and watch young men fuck? And there won’t be any hiding behind a fake photo for you, either. You’ll have to be in a Speedo, or you’ll stick out like a beached whale.”

“The boat’s going to Bermuda. We’ll get off in Bermuda. I’ve never been to Bermuda. And, besides, I’ve got a good enough body,” John answered indignantly.

Pete wheeled his office chair from beside John, where both had been staring into John’s computer screen, and made a big deal of pushing his glasses down on his nose and giving John a sarcastic stare. That tableau held for about ten seconds.

“Well, I do for a man my age. Certainly better than yours.”

“OK, I’ll grant you both of those.”

“And I bet I’m hanging lower and thicker than most of the young guys who will be on the cruise too.”

“I’ll grant you that too. But there’s no chance any of the guys on the boat are even going to get an opportunity to see your – “

At that point Pete broke off because he saw one of the cashiers, Julie, standing in the door to the grocery store manager’s office and looking pained. John noticed the change in Pete’s demeanor, and his face swiveled toward the doorway.

“Yes, Julie, what is it?” John’s fingers went instinctively to his keyword and toggled the screen from the homepage of the Gaycruiser gay male dating site to the chart of last month’s inventory statistics at his Baltimore branch of Krogers.

“A display got knocked over at the end of aisle three and there’s pickle juice running on the floor and it doesn’t look like Eddie’s gonna get it cleaned up any too fast. He’s already slid and fallen in it twice.”

John took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “Thanks, Julie. Pete, could you – ?”

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’m management,” Pete interjected. But he was already struggling to his feet.

“Yeah, but you’re lower management and I’m upper management.”

“Middle management,” Pete muttered as he followed Julie’s retreating figure through the floor and down the corridor to the main store floor.

What John was muttering at the same time as Pete walked away was, “Bermuda’s gotta be better than this – and watching young guys fuck on a cruise ship will be a whole lot better than on a computer screen anyway.”

* * * *

John was riddled with mixed emotions – nerves, arousal, a bit of dismay – as he stood in line waiting to register with the clipboard-laden, Speedo-clad tour director at the bottom of the gangplank up to the sleek, small Poseidon’s Spear, the cruise ship that was to take him two days out and two days back to Bermuda from Baltimore at the top of the Chesapeake Bay.

It was true, as he had actually hoped, that he was the only fifty-something man standing around waiting to get on the ship. The up side, though, was that the other men there were almost universally young hunks he would love to sink his dick into.

The cruise was one of the ones offered by the Gaycruiser Web site on a quarterly basis that augmented their on-line dating service. The fees were stiff, but the Web site no doubt thought that charging sixty men cruising for hookups on their site for the added hookup chance of four days out on the ocean on a sleek yacht where clothing was optional and fucking like bunnies was actually encouraged helped their paid membership statistics. Especially as extra money could be made from selling videos of the cruises on sex sites.

The cruise was going to be extra expensive for John. He had something of a plan – and there wasn’t much of anything else in his life to spend money on. So, he’d reserved, and paid a high premium for, one of the suites on the ship. And before arriving, he spent weeks in the gym. His muscle tone was fine – for his age – but he had needed to get a little less thickish around the middle, and he’d at least partially succeeded at that. As he approached the cruise ship from the stern, he’d done a mental comparison of his torso with that of the Poseidon depicted on the fantail, and he didn’t think he came off that badly. A man in his fifties had to be expected not to have a willowy figure. He’d had his gray hair styled and highlighted in a shimmery silver that caught the light and the loose hairs plucked from all of the unattractive places so that what was left on his chest was a pleasing – at least to him – patch that trailed intriguingly down his belly to his pubes, which he’d also had trimmed and shaped. He’d left curled tuffs in his arm pits, enough so that they wouldn’t give the impression they’d been purposely shaved. And he’d spent enough time in a tanning both for a sort of all-over tan so that he wouldn’t look like the office worker that he was when he got to the ship’s pool.

And he’d bought some spiffier, expensive-looking clothes at the Tanger Outlet near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. He’d been lucky to find a Speedo with sort of a bull’s eye design on it that would help emphasize his best feature – his thick, eight-inch cock.

When he got up to the tour director, a well-built hunk with blond-highlighted curly hair with a chiseled face and a practiced smile, he opened up his gambit.

“Ah, and you are?” the young man asked dubiously, looking down at his clipboard after a quick look up and down John and a slight sniff of his nose.

“Jonathan Pender. From Baltimore. Although, I’m not sure what home base was given you when the reservation was made. It could have been the Hamptons or Aspen too, I suppose.”

The cruise director’s slight supercilious smile had already started to turn more respectful as he found John’s name on his clipboard, but, hearing what John said, he looked up with a far more welcoming – and interested – look on his face. John was also pleased to note that the men immediately behind him in line had stopped whispering to each other and were more attentive now too. At least they had stopped snickering.

“Yes, well it does say Baltimore, and I see that you are booked into the Neptune suite.” This latter discovery had been the reason the tour director’s attitude had already changed. “May I be the first to give you a hearty welcome aboard. My name is Tony and don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything – absolutely anything – I can do to make riding . . . riding the waves a greater pleasure for you.”

The young man fluttered his eyelashes and held out his hand for a handshake that held for several seconds longer than fully necessary and felt, John thought at the time, a little strange, because the young man had folded a finger inside the traditional grip and rubbed it across John’s palm.

For a moment John wondered if this was some sort of signaling in the world of men who liked men – and he supposed that he should have spent more time researching on the Internet.

“It notes this is your first cruise with us, but I certainly hope it won’t be your last.”

“Yes, well,” John answered, with a sigh. “The Hamptons usually are the best place at this time of year. But with the house refurbishing . . . well, I thought I’d try something a bit different.”

“We can certainly offer you something different here, sir,” Tony answered in a coquettish voice. “If you don’t mind, I’ll seat you at the captain’s table for dinner tonight.”

“That would be fine,” John answered in a tone he hoped would convey that it was no more than what he would have expected anyway.

On his way up the gangplank, John was congratulating himself. He thought that was an auspicious beginning. And he hadn’t even lied about anything. There always could have been a mix-up in listing his home in the reservation, the Hamptons no doubt were delightful at this time of year, and surely some house there was being renovated.

He gave a little chuckle, looking forward to pleasures to come, if he was lucky and clever. As he entered the ship, the first thing that caught his eye was an etching of Poseidon rising from the sea, with his trident a thick column rising between two meaty balls and ending in three hard-phallus points. He chuckled at this too.

He didn’t do much chuckling that afternoon as the ship was steaming south down the center of the Chesapeake Bay and then turning southwest out to sea. As he had expected, all life gathered around the pool on the top deck in the center of the ship and most of the cruisers were starting their festivities early with drinking, cavorting in the pool, and sucking and fucking on the lounges. There were very few inhibitions to be seen and many an arousing distraction to watch. The young men were almost uniformly gorgeous, and the rewards for a voyeur were high.

As much as John liked watching, it was obvious that the young men weren’t flocking to him. He had donned the bull’s-eye Speedo and taken a prominently displayed lounger and laid a towel over his less-pleasing bits, but no one – with the occasional exception of someone doing a double take when seeing the line of his curled-around cock inside the Speedo – was paying much attention to him.

This changed a bit at dinner. He had to admit to himself when he looked in the mirror that he looked quite distinguished in his rented tuxedo. There was something about a tuxedo that brought out the best in a gray-haired, mature man, and John said a little prayer of thanks to the hair stylist he’d gone to rather than his regular barber earlier in the week.

The captain might not even have known that John was at the table that evening. The cruise director obviously was under strict orders to seat the most meltingly beautiful submissive young man on the cruise beside the captain on the first night, and they had not even made it to desert before they all had to rise when the captain did so as he escorted his entertainment for the evening from the table and to his cabin.

The cruise director obviously had similar plans for John. John had been conveniently seated next to Tony, and during their dinner conversation, Tony pumped John for background information, and John ran the thin line between being from a famous family of retailers and being the manager of a Kroger grocery store branch. John must have done it successfully and Tony must have heard what he wanted to hear, as, while those left at the table were being served coffee, Tony laid his hand in John’s lap under the table – and, John was pleased to hear, gave a little gasp – and asked John if he could come to the Neptune suite later in the evening.

It was at this point that John knew that his scheme and the money he had invested in this cruise were going to pan out. When the cruise had come up on offer and while Pete and he discussed what young men seemed to be looking for when they played the hookup game on the Gaycruiser Web site, John reasoned that there were three reasons a young man would fuck a stranger. One, the stranger was a young hunk. This left John out, he readily acknowledged. But there were two other, more hopeful reasons. One was that they were looking for a good fucking and the last – the biggest reason by far, John thought after researching the traffic on the dating site – was that they were looking for a sugar daddy who would take care of them in the manner in which they would like to be accustomed.

Of the three, John saw his greatest hope as being the good fuck, because he had been magnificently endowed and had had decades of practice before his opportunities began to thin out as he aged, dwindling to nothing but memories soon after he pushed by fifty. Unfortunately, as John grew older, fewer and fewer young men who he fancied had stuck with him long enough to enjoy what he could give them down deep. And then John thought about the sugar daddy angle. He reasoned that if he got into it before others discovered the opportunities it accorded, he just might be able to play the sugar daddy card long enough to get his dick inside a couple of these studs and subdue them to begging for him. At that point, John thought, the good fucking might become as important to them as the sugar daddy aspect.

And, eureka, before Poseidon’s Spear cleared Hampton Roads and was sailing out into the Atlantic, John’s research assured him that he was the only one on this cruise who looked and acted the part of a sugar daddy – apart from the forties-something captain, who had his own entirely different avenue for dipping his wick as he pleased.

John left nothing to chance that evening. When he answered the knock on the cabin door and determined by look through the keyhole that it was Tony, as expected, John had the lights out, music with a jungle beat going softly and subliminally in the background, and all he was wearing was a silver silk robe, open in a swath at the front that followed the line of his sculpted chest hair down to his sucked-in belly and then on down to where his proudly displayed penis and balls reached for the floor. The only light was what was coming from the corridor with the door open and a filtering of moonlight through the gauze draperies at the balcony door.

When the cabin door was closed and Tony was kneeling between John’s knees as the grocery store manager sat on the edge of the bed, there was little light, and all Tony could concentrate on with astonishment and lust was John’s engorging dick and the glorious difficulty – for both of them – with which he was soldiering to get it all in his mouth.

And the night had grown even darker when John laid back, stretched full length, on the bed and let Tony ride a cock that he had to work hard, with great groans and grunts and cries of passion, to accommodate. John showed him too, now that the atmospherics had been equalized and the rhythm of the beat of the music in the background was becoming more intense, that John’s hands were not too old to massage Tony’s cock in quite pleasant ways while he rode John’s master phallus. This was something that many years of experience enhanced. A man of John’s age and experience knew how to please another man – at least in the dark and with a thick, eight-inch cock. And a man of John’s opportunities was far more attentive than a younger man would be to his partner’s needs.

After working Tony’s cock up, John moved his hands to the young cruise director’s waist and tilted him slightly toward John’s chest. At the same time John raised his knees between Tony’s thighs, spreading Tony’s thighs, and rolled his own pelvis forward. The head of his cock moved down to the pleasure spot inside Tony’s channel that a seasoned expert like John knew was there. Tony cried out in never-before-felt pleasure as John’s cock head rubbed across Tony’s prostate once, twice, three times and then, as Tony gasped, plunged deep inside him, only to drag slowly back up his channel walls. Tony fisted his own cock and beat it to the increased intensity of the specially selected jungle music in the background. Rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag; rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. And Tony soared over the moon and came in profusions of cum such as he’d never experienced before with a younger man. And then when Tony thought it was over, rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. John had had years to perfect being able to hold off and to prolong.

Hearing Tony’s moans was all John needed to know that a man with real experience was good to have on a fuck cruise.

When he left the cabin slightly before dawn, Tony seemed quite pleased with the two hundred-dollar notes John pressed into his hand after patting the sweet, tight buttocks he had had the pleasure of splitting a second time after Tony had recovered from his first hour-long ride on John’s cock.

The young cruise director must have spoken of the highlights of the experience the next morning, as John hoped he would, because when he came out to the pool and settled on a prominently placed lounge, he wasn’t alone for long. Several young men gathered around him, asking about life in the Hamptons and Aspen and seeking advice on stocks and bonds and then, standing and posing for John and asking whether this or that muscle needed more definition or whether their tan lines showed too prominently. John laughed when one asked if he could dispel the rumors and see John’s most important muscle, but John didn’t give out easily. He teased them along while taking the opportunities as they came to cop a good feel here and there.

And they were ever so grateful when John was willing to rub the suntan lotion on them, particularly the young man wearing nothing who thought perhaps his cock might also burn if it was left uncovered and who lay there on John’s lounge chair, John sitting at his waist, and smiled and arched his back and slitted his eyes and moaned as John expertly, forefinger pressing into piss slit, brought up the young man’s own white fluid to spread on top of the tanning lotion on his cock.

When the saucy young drinks waiter brought back John’s tequila sunrise, he asked the older man if there was anything else he needed in such a nice way and with his fingers tracing John’s cock through the bull’s-eye Speedo that John, at last, let him bring his phallus out into the air – which was especially good for John, as now all eyes were on that and he could stop sucking in his stomach and stretching to tighten up his pec muscles. As the young man lowered his mouth over the bulb of John’s cock and started flicking John’s piss slit with his tongue, John sighed in satisfaction and reached for the proffered cock of a deliciously divine chocolate young man sitting close to him on the neighboring lounger.

“I would very much like to take this lovely cock elsewhere,” the waiter murmured to John after John had come and he was still slowly stroking John’s cock. “May I come to your room tonight, Mr. Pender?”

“Alas, Emilio,” John said, trying to feign a face of deep regret but saying the words with the greatest of pleasure, “I have three engagements already this evening. And there are limits to what I can do. I do have an opening or two on the return trip from Bermuda, though.”

John knew he was on top of the world, though, when, as he was departing the pool area – and right out there at midday, under the sun, rather than in a dark cabin – the delicious young man the captain had no doubt fucked the previous night came up and begged to ride John’s cock – right there and then. John picked the sweet young thing up and settled his butt down on the flight of stairs going up to the bridge – where he could see the captain watching them. The young man licked his lips and spread his legs and hooked his heels over the railing at each side, as other young men gathered around, their eyes locked on the weapon John was wielding between his legs. All sighed – not just the beautiful young man – as John slowly fed his cock inside him and changed the angle so that his bulb was planted on the young man’s prostate. Rub, rub rub, plunge, drag; rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. The young man cried out in ecstasy and writhed under John’s masterful attentions, and all of the other young men around murmured and fisted their own cocks.

John went on forever – rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag – and the gorgeous young man whimpered and weakened and started to babble and his legs went to rubber and other young men had to lean in to hold them up and out as they gazed down at the root of the thick cock moving in and out of the puckered hole – shallow, shallow, shallow, deep, draaaagg back to the sound of a weak moan. The young man came but John didn’t stop. He was tired, but this was lesson time, his time to make his point. Rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. Rub, rub, rub, plunge, back, plunge, back, plungebackplunge, and the young man cried out as he came again with John. Moans all around as one by one, all the other young men came too.

After that, there was no question that whenever John could get it up during the cruise, he would have a fresh conquest moaning for what he could give them. No one on the cruise cared after that that he had gray hair and a thickish waist and age spots and a few wrinkles and sagged a bit here and there and couldn’t play pool volleyball or drink the younger guys under the table. What mattered was what he could do between their legs on top of the table. No one even subtly quizzed him on how much he was worth in dollars anymore. He had a monster, talented cock, and he could give a guy the master fuck of his life.

It was so heartening, John thought, that the youth of the day could see what was important in life once they’d tasted it.

* * * *

“You look worn out,” Pete said.

“I feel that way too.” John fought hard to keep the smile out of his voice. He sighed heavily, for effect.

“Found you were too old for a cruise like that, didn’t you?”

“It about did me in, yes.”

“Didn’t I tell you it would be a waste of money?”

“You sure did,” John said as he turned away from Pete and toward his computer screen. He couldn’t hold back the grin any longer. Of course, on a basis of pure cost-efficiency analysis, it probably was pretty pricey. He figured he’d wound up spending $4,400 in all. He tried to compute it in his head. Was it twenty-eight or twenty-nine lays? Uh, no, he wasn’t counting those three times on the beach on Bermuda. And not the blow jobs either. Must have been over a hundred dollars an ejaculation. But then the food was good and plentiful and fully covered too. And the drinks. Maybe he should have drunk more booze – but where would he have found the time? He had an apartment here, so he really couldn’t discount on the use of the suite.

“You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

“Nope. Didn’t get much sleep out there on the ocean.”

“Just a ridin’ those waves, right?”

“Yep, just riding away. Riding, riding, riding.” Expensive rides, yes. But they came with the feel of young flesh, and the sound of another man’s moans and begging for him. The feeling of being young again himself, wanted – by young hunks, ones he could feel in real life. Pete’s way of using the Gaycruiser Web site services meant he rode alone.

“Well, I told you so.”

“Yep, you sure did.” John tilted the computer screen away from Pete’s adjacent desk. This was his good thing. He didn’t want Pete getting ideas and horning in. And most of all right now he didn’t want Pete seeing that he was signing up for the fall cruise to the Bahamas on the Poseidon’s Spear. It wouldn’t be as expensive next time. Gaycruiser was offering him a professional discount.

And look, his profile on the Web site was lighting up like a Christmas tree. Requests for hookups – right here in Baltimore. So, maybe the cruise was going to be cost-effective after all.

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The plane was a smaller one connecting the two islands, so on arrival it didn’t rate a big gate with an enclosed walkway and popping my head out at the doorway above the stairs I swear I could turn and point my finger in the direction of my final destination, sensing the direction of the island where it all began.

But now I was waiting for the boat to take me over to the island and coming out of the bar I heard a startled woman cry out, as a chair screeched across the cement floor and a man whined “Wen-dee!” All at the same time and I along with the rest of the bar was drawn to what had just happened to see it was nothing more than an attractive lady stumbling against the bar’s furniture set outside.

Seeing her gaze, it was clear I had been the one responsible for the woman tripping since she was still attempting to get an eyeful though now embarrassed with her the boyfriend looking irritated so I gave a neutral acknowledgment as they passed on.

I had just stepped out of the bar to take in the warm tropical sun lifting the cold beer up for a drink when the commotion began.

I hadn’t given much thought to unbuttoning my shirt in the warm climate, in part due to the fact the shirt was now too small and tight on my upper body and it felt good to let it lay open, but reaching up to take a sip of my beer undoubtedly one of my biceps arms popped as well as the shirt flared open grabbing the ladies attention.

Oh well.

She was an attractive gal probably in her low thirties, but it would have been her boyfriend who I would’ve been interested in since not only am I a one hundred percent gay man, but I’ve never even tried to make it with a woman having no desire to do so.

When I was younger and confused, I thought it was because I respected women too much, then when I joined the Navy to see the world, what I did see was hundreds of fit studs, often naked or just a towel wrapped around their trim waists in the berthing areas and I figured out exactly why I hadn’t been going after the babes.

So I’m a slow learner.

And while I usually don’t think much about it, I could understand what had attracted the stumbler in the first place especially since the last few months have built me up even more.

At six-one, two hundred and twenty-five pounds, I am a good sized man, especially since every single one of those pounds is pure solid man muscle and with my shirt open she had gotten a view of a big chest with a deep cleft between my two solid pecs along with a deeply cut six pac below.

And even with this muscular body, my arms draw attention since they’re out of proportion to the rest of my frame being bigger, still solid muscle earning me the nickname of Popeye by some of my workout buddies; And lifting up my arm to drink my beer often pops the hell out of the bicep often drawing attention like it did a few moments ago.

I straightened out the area the lady had stumbled around and sat down, stretching my body and reveling in the fact I wasn’t in a cramped coach seat on the multiple planes that got me here since I fly down to Miami yesterday afternoon for a doctors visit as well as an evening of ‘playing doctor’.

Not sure about the ethics of the situation, but since my doc is a gay man’s wet dream, I don’t particularly care.

Dr. Jared Weiss looks late thirties, little taller then me and much leaner with a spectacular toned body due to his running as well as the fact he’s a transformed man just like me. That also means the stamina to go all night long and the two of us certainly had last night.

While I’m an anything, anytime kind of guy, tall, dark and handsome with a bit of fur on his chest Dr. Jared is more one on one preferring me to make slow love to his hot muscled butt during the night except for when we first strip down and he goes all alpha male shoving his big dick inside me and hammer away.

He’s always a little embarrassed afterwards which is silly since where I’m at, it was hot man sex with a very attractive man.

We do nap through the night between bouts sometimes spooning with my big tool inside him and he normally comments about how he has to go to work while I’m heading to a resort island and can sleep on the plane. I don’t take it too seriously though since the man does wake me up a little earlier than necessary so we have enough time to shower together with the inevitable consequences.

Transformed, I’m a perpetually horny man, but put me next to a man I really like and there’s only going to be one thing happening.

So I spent the morning flying from Miami to Aruba, then hopping an even smaller puddle jumper here to Bonaire and I looked across the small street in front of me checking out the wharf on the other side with crystal clear water beyond, thinking I could most definitely point in the direction of Isla Paradiso.

Bonaire is a diver’s paradise and even a couple days before Christmas the weather was outstanding, but only a ninety minute boat ride away was one of the most exclusive gay resorts in the world and I was looking forward to spending my holidays there for a couple of reasons. One was that I had good friends who live and work on the island with the other being the incredible amount of man sex that goes on there.

A vagrant thought had me thinking I should run up to the lady and point in the direction of the island and tell her if you liked my body you need to thank Paradiso for the view since it all started there almost twenty years ago.

In fact, I had been in the very same bar, although inside waiting to catch the boat for my very first trip to the island. Back then, I was a bulky, yet chubbed up forty-four year old tired man not sure why the hell I was spending money I didn’t have to go to a homo hotel on an island in the Caribbean.

But today the woman had been ogling a muscled dude looking no older than thirty and Paradiso gets all the credit for the difference, since the mysterious dude who owns the island and looks human for the most part, transforms a few selected gay men into sex crazed studs, which was certainly true on my part.

But the hard body itself is only the starting point when it comes to the sex crazed part.

It’s hard for me to be too smug or arrogant about what I look like since most of build had little to do with any hard work on my part, mostly the transformation which took place several decades ago as well as a second one only a few months past which changed me even more.

From the neck up I think I’m fairly ordinary with the two eyes, two ears and a nose thing going on, although my friends are likely to tell you I’m good-looking. My hair is shaggy, thick and dark, needing to be cut and I probably look like a big jock just out of college because of the hair right now however if cut properly I can look ma be businesslike and in my mid thirties.

I hadn’t shaved the last couple of days so I had the whiskers on my chin which once again people say looks good on me however it’s basically I’m not a morning person and kind of lazy.

The notable feature perhaps are my eyes which are a solid sometimes a piercing gray.

The neck down I have very little hair on my body, with a little on my arms and legs and then very little in my pits and only a slight what looks like a trimmed bush over my groin, which I often shave depending on what I’m wearing around the pool, since especially at places like Paradiso less is definitely more on the island.

The resort has a clothing optional rule, but I’m not big on being naked since I have a tendency of getting hard fairly easily and I’m not big on pointing at people as I walk around, so even with a thong bulging out showing my equipment, I at least feel I’m somewhat restrained.

I have big legs indicating I’m not a runner, but they’re not the massive bodybuilder size either although cut so you can see the definition. Which is probably what attracts people to check me out since not only am I a good size, but each muscle is clearly defined.

Leaning back in the chair with my legs sprawled out I was rubbing my stomach as some of the other guys who were going to the island came jostling down the stairs next to the bar.

Paradiso has an office here on Bonaire where you do your check-in procedure and they even take some blood to checked for STDs, since they make no bones that if you want to get laid you’re likely to have no problems on the island, so they do the blood test to make sure everyone is clean. They also do more mundane things like getting your credit card and other forms filled out and the dude Will who had been next to me on the plane and hyped over his vacation chatting the whole flight, popped out of the door and spotting me marched over with his two traveling companions before stumbling to a halt when he noticed the open shirt.

It’s one of those Tommy Bahamas style shirts although custom-fitted for my body, though since my second transformation tacked on some additional pounds, the expensive tailored shirt is a little too tight around the shoulders and my arms.

Closed up when I traveled here you could see the arms were digging into my large biceps as well as tight across my shoulders which is where I gained the extra weight the last couple months. Tight on my chest, Will couldn’t help but notice my nipples were larger than normal and then the shirt hung down over my stomach barely meeting my low-cut cargo shorts. But now open they were looking at the definition as well as my deep trenched stomach and being red-blooded gay men they obviously liked the view.

“Mind if we join you?”

“The town is actually a nice little town and I think you still have an hour left before the boat shows up.”

The three cute dudes conversed for a minute opting for the alcohol and relaxation instead of a quick tour around town and I called the bartender over offering to buy the first round.

More of the group soon came down from upstairs all deciding to join us and being healthy queers lubricating ourselves with alcohol and excited to be on the last leg of getting to Paradiso, we grew louder as we all introduced ourselves to the group.

One of the huskier dudes complimented me on my shirt and I mentioned how it’s part of the Paradiso line.

Part of the island has a small community outside the resort, but many work at a ‘Paradiso resort wear’ business, the resort sells and distributes worldwide.

Designed mostly for fit gay men, their swimsuits and other clothes go from really hot looking to pretty damn revealing with some of the clothes definitely only for use around a gay gathering.

The stuff was pretty high quality and if you bought it in places like here in the island it could be custom fitted which all meant a hefty price tag and the shirt I was wearing cost about three hundred bucks.

Two months ago it fit me like a glove, but after my second transformation I’ve grown bigger without me going near any equipment.

The extra pounds may look good on me, but it’s a bitch on the clothes.

But none of that mattered here in the bar on Bonaire as the dudes not so innocently stepped up to check out the material on the nice shirt with the back of their hands scraping against my muscled frame.

One stud’s hand was feeling the shirt a little higher up and he brushed against one of my meaty nipples and he grinned when he heard a soft grunt coming from me.

“What’s this?” Pulling the shirt back a ways and exposing my hard man tits.

My chest houses nips which are a little bigger than quarters curving around the lower cliffs of my chest and at a slightly downward angle are thick swollen erasers that attract men in droves. They’re intensely sensitive and first a lover, then countless men have spent an enormous amount of time using and abusing the stubs so now they’re thick and meaty looking like a couple of heavy-duty tit rings would look natural dangling off my tits.

I actually had my nipples pierced once to try it out and it did look hot, however the weight as well as the constant snagging on any shirt over the course of a day had me aroused and leaking so badly, after a few days I gave up.

Besides the fact without rings, it gives tongues and teeth unfettered access for men to do their worst and man I love when they work me over.

I’m not big on heavy duty pain, but that leaves an awful lot they can do with these babies.

The little hand action of the dudes on my body only added to the fact I was already becoming amped up since I could already feel the island heating my blood up, even though it was out of sight and miles away and I knew my big, thick shaft was already pushing against my shorts since I don’t wear underwear.

Most guys would wear skivvies for hygiene reasons, but it’s another benefit of being what I am, since we self clean and have sparkling clean holes ready for action anytime day or night. Not quite true since I might have manjizz leaking out my hole after having been working over by one or a dozen men.

And not only am I clean and ready, but my ass can take pretty much anything and remain tight through the night. It doesn’t matter how many men I have, I’ll grip each pole tight no matter the size, and my latest enhancement meant if I concentrated, not only will my sphincter clamp down, but my entire chute can gently squeeze and dudes have been telling me its like a warm velvet glove grabbing their entire shaft with none of them lasting long when I start working their shafts.

In order to maintain our rock hard muscular systems, we need mansperm.

So cum in my ass and I’ll absorb much of it as the night goes on making our butts highly desirable to ride through the night.

But we’re not all bottom boys, though I’ve been finding myself ending up more and more in that position, since the only thing more sensitive than my tits is my rosebud and getting screwed is a super hot experience for me starting with a man’s tongue licking my hungry hole.

Before I was changed I already had been a healthy size in the cock department probably a little bigger than average with the thickness to go with it, but with my first transformation years ago along with the one recently I’ve gained and while not quite the size which would even have size queen sluts worried, I’m fairly close to that and the dudes here at the bar were seeing a thick pipe hanging down one of the legs of my shorts.

Fortunately I’m not leaking …yet.

Another feature of my change.

It’s kind of like being on one of those Erectile Dysfunction drugs. While you may not always be hard, it takes the simplest thing to start running my motor up and I’ve even had a breeze across my chest and sensitive tits and you’ll see me growing.

People like me not only get hard easily, but we stay hard the whole time, with thick ropes of jizz leaking out and it doesn’t matter how many times I cum.

Rock hard, thick creamy loads every time and lately my spooge has not only been tasty, but gives my sex partner a new burst of energy ready to go another round.

But while our sexual stamina is awesome, we still need to sleep as well as give our bodies a rest after awhile.

Besides needing cum to maintain our incredible frames and appetites, we all have a metabolism that burns the fat nonstop, and we also need to refuel, so I typically eat the same as two healthy men.

All which throws people off, since the beer and munchies I was downing meant the abs shouldn’t be that cut and the dudes here at the bar were burying their fingers in my deep trenches.

But I am what I am.

Before long and after a few shots my shirt, was off being tried on by the husky dude and it looked pretty good on him with of course nobody objecting to him stripping off his tight form fitting t-shirt either and eventually getting it back, I just shoved the shirt in my back pocket enjoying the afternoon sun baking my body.

New Balance sneakers and cargo shorts, which I liked for the extra pockets, but these were Paradiso cargo’s which meant they rode low on my waist exposing the tight surface with the top part of my Adonis belt heading down into my shorts which was a little loose around the legs emphasizing the bulge in front as well as my muscled glutes on the backside.

I admit I love my butt. Certainly for all the benefits it provides, but also because before I had been transformed I was the typical guy with a flat butt with saggy pants always sliding down, but these guys were now checking out a hot muscled man butt perfectly displayed and holding up my shorts.

The boat showed up with my bro Jaimey and the two of us spent the ride catching up on each other and once again the hour and a half to the island flew by, however I could feel us getting closer and by the time we docked my dick was almost pulsing in need.

Paradiso has always had a low level of sexual tension throughout the resort.

Nobody knows why but whatever the reason even regular guys were getting a little amped when they hit shore, but it had already been building in me the closer I got and once my feet were on the ground I was almost ready to cum just from the sensations coursing through my body as my blood heated up.

The resort manager asked to walk with me from the boat landing to the resort proper and fortunately he didn’t need much since I was trying to cope with the sensations and once in the main building which houses the restaurant as well as resort offices a big handsome stud flew into my arms and here was my second bro Rick.

If you wanted to define stud, this was the man. He had been a much sought-after quarterback in college with amazing stats, but he also looked the part.

Dark shaggy hair like mine although better taken care of, Rick had crystal blue eyes and was a good looking guy exuding pure handsome jock stud, and he also had one of the most amazing V-shaped bodies I’ve ever seen on a man with wide footballer shoulders and one of the tiniest waists around which not only emphasizes his frame but also his hot muscled butt and the big package he was carrying in front as well.

As part of the secret society which is based here on Paradiso, I’m a frequent guest so I know a lot of staff here. All transformed by Thax, so while tall, short, wiry or big bodybuilder frames, they’re all rock solid with zero fat with the sex drive and equipment to match.

So hell yeah, I’m a frequent guest.

My arrival in the late afternoon is always spent the same way with my bellying up to the outdoor bar next to the main pool, where the drinking gets serious and guys show up to greet me with hands stroking my frame making it clear some point in my stay, they’d like to get together.

The first night is typically reserved for my bro Rick though.

Another anything, anytime guy, we also happen to be amazingly in sync and about the time he’s thinking he’d like his ass worked over, I’m thinking it’s time to pound my bro’s hole.

He works here, but we’ve also met in towns around the world, did tourist stuff during the day with another bro Trent, with the three of us walking into a heavy action bar and not willing to take on everyone in there, with the good chance it will still be us maybe drenched in manjizz, but still standing by the time the sun comes up.

The meal was good, but the throbbing of the island had been getting to me since even Bonaire and now on the island I could feel it pulsating in my system.

Rick leaned over, “I was thinking of a little something more dramatic to start with tonight. What do you think bro?” And mouth dry, all he could do was nod watching Rick get up from the table.

Normally it’s the two of them the first night, but once again his bro, incredibly in sync with him sexually caught it as well.

Dinner was over and he could see a bunch of people eating desserts or heading to the bar either inside or out when Rick gestured him over near the pool.

Sitting down for dinner Gil had thrown his shirt back on still leaving it open and his bro put his hands on his shoulders and began slipping the shirt back off with Gil wincing since even the simple touch of Rick’s hands on his bare flesh made him want to moan.

“Now me.”

The stud was wearing a staff polo shirt molded to his exceptional body which was snug over his wide thick shoulders and sharply tapered before it fit into his tiny waist and he pulled it up electrified when his bare hands touched Rick’s body.

“Fuuuuuck bro.”

As it often does the man’s frame had him speechless even after all these years.

Thick neck led to sharply sloping traps, Rick also had his own large arms at his sides. But it was the torso that was truly mesmerizing with his wide thick chest housing two large succulent nipples heavily overhanging a deeply washboarded eight pak including those two lines which look like parentheses making the abdominals look like a shield.

Grinning, Rick grabbed Gil’s face with two hands pulling the man for a deep kiss which had each of them moaning around the other’s tongue as they made out.

The two have always been competitive about sexually tweaking the other and since Gil happened to be more sensitive, Rick was usually more successful but not by much and you could see his eyes were just as unfocused when they separated.

“You have any valuables in your shorts?”

Gil grinned, “Welllll” making Rick snicker.

“I wasn’t talking about your dick idiot, any wallet or keys?” Seeing Gil shake his head no curious where this was going and he figured it out at the exact moment Rick tossed his ass in the pool jumping in right behind with the two of them laughing as they wrestled in the water before climbing out completely drenched.

“So what the hell was that all about?”

“Trust your bro,” and once again the sexy man closed in for a hot make out session and out of the corner of his eye he could see a fairly captivated group of people watching the scene unfold.

“Tsk tsk. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to stand around in wet clothes?” And his friend started yanking at his buttons and within seconds both had their wet shorts puddled around their feet and with the kissing and rubbing which had been going on, two big slabs of meat were smashed against each other as they continued to make out.

Taking his hand now completely naked, they walked over to the bar past a few people to get a few beers from Tom.

“Thanks Bud. I think I’ll take Gil over to the grotto and give him a workout,” seeing a huge smirk on Tom’s face along with a serious nod.

Oh fuck.

The grotto is in the back of the resort with an unassuming arbored opening leading you into a not very complicated maze which empties you into open areas that might house a sling or a simple pedestal the perfect height for a man on his back or maybe his hands and knees.

Eventually you can make it to the back where the small pool surrounded by the rocky grotto like structure is housed, but the entire place is designed for mansex with little dispensers of lube tucked in the walls of foliage.

Rick and I made it to the grotto quickly turning into one of the first open areas and pushed on my back his big dick effortlessly slid in my tight ass and the two of us groaned in need. He didn’t hesitate to begin slamming the large tool inside which caused a little pain initially, but I was almost instantly begging for him to pound my craving hole.

Rick leaned in as he continued to fuck my ass and I opened my mouth with the stud let his spit dribble down following down to make out and it didn’t take long for people to show up and grinning, Rick turned my face to one side and a big thick meaty stalk was pushed down my throat and shortly thereafter I felt my bro’s big slab of meat leave my aching chute and shortly after some new stud slammed right in.

I heard murmurs about how the slut really needed his tits worked over and first hands then mouths came down to work over the bloated stubs on my chest amping me up even further as my rock hard dick leaked fluids all over my trenched abdominals and a nipple chewer would then move down and suck in some of my spooge before returning to abuse my aching stubs.

This isn’t about getting it on with men, its strictly about sex pure and simple. Man cock slamming into your ass and down your windpipe or you finding some ass to fuck until you get off.

I wasn’t pay attention lost in it all, but I’d hear a grunt with the anonymous stud slamming to the hilt inside me, then he’d pull out as another heavy hard tool took his place. My throat would fill up with warm thick cream and sometimes the stranger would come down for a hot kiss before moving to the side and another demanding prong slid down my windpipe.

Some studs couldn’t wait and I felt ropes of hot jizz landing on my torso until hands pulled me up and Rick returned closing in for a hot kiss our big cum soaked bodies pressed hard against each other with both hands reaching down and back and slipping fingers in jizz saturated holes. Oh yeah, my stud bro has been busy too.

“Come on stud I want to play with you for a while.”

Another of the staff studs had taken my place and was already working on man cock when we walked out of this area seeing hot naked men walking around and groping our sweaty sex filthy bodies and we entered another part of the grotto with a lower platform and my bro went down on his back and getting on my hands and knees over the stud in a sixty-nine position so I could suck his big tool inside as he leaned up taking mine and seeing his legs spread wide, a huge tool slammed inside his welcoming hole and I grunted around his shaft as someone took me the same way.

There was something about sucking ricks cock while I could see Man cock after Man cock taking his whole which was such a flocking turn on and we both drank each other’s creamy juices.

It was dark and shadowy in the grotto, but inches away I could watch cock after cock take my bro’s hole, feeling the same happening to me and the two of us dumped loads down each others throats sensing more and more people entering the three ring sex circus.

I got up after awhile leaving my bro to a group of men who liked working over his big muscled jock body and not sure what to do next with my dick still rock hard thanks to the frenzy of the orgy pulsating through my system. Suddenly arms wrapped around my chest and looking down I could see the big arms were as black as midnight and I heard a deep voice welcoming me back to Paradiso.

Jamal.

The dude was big and wide from Nigeria I think and I could feel his truly massive cock pressed against my crack.

Size queens may hesitate when they see me?

With Jamal, they likely faint. If not a foot long, the man’s damn close.

“Let me show you something new in the grotto” and he pulled me around to a tall, narrow pedestal which looked a little worn on top and grinning the big African hoisted me up and now I understood since the top of the pedestal perfectly fit somebody’s ass and pulling my legs up and out the dude slid his humongous telephone pole inside me.

It was the right height for me to sit up and with my legs spread wide and his huge tree trunk inside me the big man closed in wrapping me in his arms for a deep kiss as his hips swayed giving me an easy fuck.

Here we were in the middle the grotto with dozens of men taking each other and for a few moments the two of us were in our own little world as his monstrous shaft continued sliding in though was no way this huge man would spend the whole time slow and easy. Especially since Jamal well knew I was one of the people who could take him however he wanted so his club started taking deeper strokes as we both groaned at the sensations and building up speed my hole was soon being pounded with his huge shaft.

Sitting up like this meant I felt the thick big shaft as he fucked me hard and we closed together for deep hungry kissing as my own rod rubbed against his tight stomach.

Jamal loves to kiss and with my arms wrapped around the two of us, we made out as he continued ramming inside me until I pulled away and grinning, I concentrated for a few seconds making my entire chute embrace the entire length of his huge pipe and I could see his eyes widen as he felt the sensations

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you like it?”

I didn’t need to ask since his breaths were coming out as he struggled with what was going on down below and hearing a low growl his massive tool completely left me before slamming in again all way to the hilt and after a second time it stayed there and I felt scalding liquid hitting my walls inside as the big African whimpered in my arms as we resumed making out.

Later in another area cream splattered in my windpipe and I greedily swallowed as much as I could loving the taste and he no sooner left my mouth when another slab of meat passed my lips and hearing a grunt my insides were splashed with my ass being seeded once again and just like before the dick exited with another man ramming a new rigid tool inside and noticing that the area I was in was getting rather crowded I knew I was in for a long night.

Much later I realized I had made my way back towards the grotto pool and standing around and looking at the crowd of men, I could see they were in pretty much every sexual position possible and Will, the dude who I flew in with neared showing his lean young body already coated with some spunk and without speaking dropped to his knees and sucked in my rigid pole working his tight mouth around my thick tool and I gave him a load which had him choking and unable to swallow it all, so I bent down kissing and licking the excess up around his mouth.

Another Paradiso orgy.

The grotto was like a maze of tropical foliage where you’d see another path that led you to an open area with more hot men standing, kneeling, bent over or lying around in every position taking other men and Gil moved around sometimes sinking to his knees to swallow some juicy man cock. More than once he’d be on his knees working some guys tool and another stud would come down behind him slamming his shaft inside his willing hole sometimes just grabbing his hips and pounding the hell out of him before he got off while others took advantage of the incredible muscular body roaming their hands over his frame until finding those thick hardened nubs to roughly pinched the stubs making Gil moan around the cock he was sucking.

This is what he’s made for.

Man sex.

In his single, younger days before he was transformed, he’d had to a bathhouse or video store and if he got off two or three times, he’d consider it a good night.

Now, that was barely his warm up.

His ass might be dripping out jizz, but he was still tight around any stud’s tool and his own shaft was rock hard, leaking cream ready to fuck another hole.

And with Rick, Jamal and other staff, all transformed studs like him all here in the grotto, the sexual temperature was so heated up, so even the regular guys were almost in a frenzy.

He was standing around not even bothering to count how many men he’s fucked or cum inside him but his tool was still hard and ready for something though the almost insane sexual compulsion which had been building inside him all afternoon had dissipated leaving him still horny and willing to play, but not as manic as before and he was watching a hot couple making out as other men fucked their asses when he felt a big cock slide inside with muscular arms pulling him against a thick chest.

“You good here?”

“Yeah I’m done.”

His bro slammed his big tool inside a couple times to remind him how much he liked being there before pulling out and the two walked out of the grotto, then the pool area where there was a lot of men in the pool, at the edge of the pool, on the chaise lounges or on the ground screwing and sucking away as they crossed over and headed away from the area reaching a dim path until reaching a glass door frosted and etched with a Koala Bear of all things and the walked in to the bungalow coming in for kiss with both getting of on the other absolutely reeking of sex.

They were in Gil’s rented villa which was a one room space with the bed tucked around the corner and the backside all glass looking out into the darkened night, however he knew after the patio was sand and you could hear the waves of the shore crashing on the beach not too far away. Breaking away the sexy stud walked through the dimly lit room and out the back to the deep patio and following his bro Gil watched him spread out on the double wide chaise lounge laying on his stomach with his arms and legs spread wide.

He had to stand there for a second to admire the scene since this is where the stud’s tremendous V-shaped body looked amazing with his lats spread wide sharply narrowing to his rounded muscled butt and with his thick legs spread wide the little light displayed his bro’s round and pink rosebud looking rather used right now with some cream oozing out it though clearly ready for more and getting on his knees he leaned in to drag his sandpapery tongue over the sensitive opening hearing Rick moan in need.

Tasting some of the cream leaking out he started darting his tongue inside hearing the whimpers grow louder and in between the groans the jock stud begged for Gil to please fuck him and straightening up he leaned in and slammed his throbbing pole in the still tight tunnel to the hilt and wasn’t sure which of them moaned the loudest.

The two of them have been active all night so there was no need to mess around and he quickly started slamming his horse cock down his hole as his bro begged for it hard and fast and hands down next to the stud’s shoulder blades he built up speed fucking the hot man as hard as he wanted.

“I want to make out.”

Gil pulled out and the sexy man turned around on his back lifting his legs with him pushing back in and coming in on his elbows the two thick sweating chests pressed against each other to make out while he worked the man’s tight ass.

Knowing his weakness, Rick’s hands slid between their chests and his fingers began rubbing his already swollen tits before tightly pinching and moaning he picked up speed to bang away when started swelling up and began firing his first load of cum inside the man’s chute to continue flooding his hole.

It didn’t end there and in the morning when Gil woke up he rolled over on his back as the distant sound of the waves crashed on the shoreline.

He loved this place, but the sex was unreal.

Twenty years ago, his first night here, a huge man came to this very same villa looking like a giant Tom of Finland model come to life with the unreal sized dick as well hanging between his legs.

The dude shouldn’t have been able to even fit all that inside his ass, but he did and that started his transformation into the sex crazed stud muffin he is today.

If he’s lucky and super busy, he might last a week, before the compulsion kicks in, but its easier to just hit a video store or bar during the week and get laid, with the weekends needed to hit a bathhouse and spend six or eight hours working over the men there.

But he doesn’t need to worry about that on Paradiso, where there’s plenty of men ready to get it on throughout the day and Gil was thinking it’s time for a workout.

Oh yeah.

Skimpy shorts, sweating up from the workout which releases those pheromones which attracts anyone nearby and by the time he’s ready to hit the showers or sauna, there will be a man or two willing to play some more.

Hot damn and welcome to where it all began!

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To give you some background on my family, my father and grandfather both started their families with a son at the age of fifteen.

My parents divorced when I was five and my grandparents helped dad raise me, buying the house next door to us. At fifteen, my grandmother died and dad insisted that my grandpa sell his house and move in with us.

It was at the same time that I knew I was gay and began engaging in both anal and oral sex with what ever male was willing. To keep from embarrassing my family, I managed to keep it a secret.

I graduated high school and went away to the state college three hours from home, going home on weekends when I could and if I didn’t have a date with some hot stud.

About half way through the first semester I decided at the last minute to go home for the weekend. I usually called ahead but not this time.

I arrived home about seven to find the house empty and quiet. I pulled my car into the garage and closed the door and went in. After eating and watching some TV I decided to go on to bed and see dad and grandpa in the morning.

I was sleeping soundly in my room with the door closed when I heard voices. I recognized dads but not the other man’s voice. I glanced at the clock and it was almost one in the morning. I couldn’t understand why dad had another man in the house at this time of night. Now keep in mind, I’m now eighteen, my dad is thirty-three and my grandfather is only forty-eight.

I listened intently and heard the man say something about getting dad in bed. I froze! What the hell did he mean? My dad wasn’t gay!

I waited a moment before silently opening my door and peeking out, nude since I sleep that way. Dad’s bedroom door was open so I eased down the hall and peered in.

There was dad and a strange man in dad’s bed,both totally nude, kissing and making out while fondling each other. My own cock immediately became rigid. I watched as dad soon flipped around and they began a hot sixty-nine. After a few minutes and before climaxing, they stopped and dad began fucking the other guy in his ass. I watched as dad climaxed deep in the man’s hole then lay down and let the man fuck him and fill his hole.

After seeing the man climax in my own dad’s hole, I hurried back to my room and after closing the door, I jerked my own cock to a roaring climax.

I heard dad and the man talking about getting together again sometime when the man could get away from his wife. Dad said he was looking forward to it. After the door closed, I heard dad return to his room.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen wearing briefs to find dad naked, drinking his coffee while reading the paper.

“Mark, when did you get home?”

“Last night about seven,” I replied calmly.

“Did you go out later?”

“No. I fixed something to eat and watched TV a while then went to bed abut eleven. You and grandpa were both gone.”

“Grandpa went out of town with friends for the weekend,” dad said.

“I heard you come in about one, though. Someone was with you. I heard another man’s voice.”

“Nah, you must be mistaken. I was alone.”

“Not when I peeked into your bedroom. You were quite involved.”

“Mark, just what do you think you saw?”

“Dad, it’s not what I think I saw, it’s what I know I saw. You two were in a sixty-nine, then you fucked his ass then he fucked yours. Dad, if you gay, I think it hot, because so am I. I have been since I was fifteen.”

“Mark, son, I didn’t want you to find out this way. I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t be. I still love you, even more now that we have something else in common. You’re still young and hot and I can definitely see why men would be attracted to you.”

“Son, I love you too, and I never dreamed you were gay. How did you start?”

I told him that I was curious after seeing two guys doing each other in the park. I told him that when I told a bud about what I’d seen he suggested we try it. I said I agreed and found I liked it and continued with him. Then I asked him when he started.

“Like you, I was in my teens. I, too, hid the fact by having sex with girls. You are the result. After your mother walked out, I started meeting guys while your grandparents watched you.”

“Dad, would you think me weird and out of place to say that I’d love to have sex with you?”

“What? Mark, you’re my own flesh and blood. It wouldn’t be right.”

“I don’t care. We’re both above the age of consent. Besides, who will know?”

“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied, shoving my briefs to the floor releasing my semi-hard cock. Walking over to dad I leaned forward and kissed him passionately as I fondled his cock.

After the kiss, he said nothing. He just stood and, holding my hand, led me to his bedroom. There, we lay on the bed, kissed and made out then went into a hot passionate sixty-nine, taking and swallowing each others loads.

“That was awesome,” I told him afterward.

“Yes, it was,” he replied. “Unbelievable!”

We kissed and cuddled and after a while, I asked, “Dad, does Grandpa know you’re gay?”

“Yes, son he does. He’s the one I started with.”

“What! Grandpa is gay also?”

“Yes, he is.”

“How did you start with him?”

“I was about thirteen when he caught me jerking off in the barn. He joined me and after jerking a few times together he told me that there was another way to get off that felt even better that jerking off. I asked how and he said he’d show me. He gave me my first blow job. I was shocked when he took my load and swallowed. I asked if I could do it to him and he said yes. I did and liked it. Things went from there.”

“Is he out of town with other men?”

“Yes, he is,” Dad said with a smile.

“Do you and he have sex?”

“Almost daily, son.”

“Dad, don’t tell him about me. Not yet anyway. Okay?”

“What ever you want,” Dad said.

That weekend dad and I made up for lost time sucking and fucking each other over and over. It was a fantastic weekend.

I left before Grandpa returned from his weekend out, promising dad I’d be back every weekend.

during that week, I had sex with my room mate as well as one of my instructors. he was a hot married man that loved only oral with another guy.

The next weekend I was packed, ready to leave immediately after my last class. I arrived home about five, before dad and grandpa got home from work. I again put my car in the garage and shut it and went to my room. I heard dad come in and greeted him with a kiss and a grope.

“Dad, do you and Grandpa g nude here at home?”

“Yea, why?”

“I have a plan. I’m going to stay in my room until he gets home and strips. Once he’s out in the den naked, walk to you bedroom and as you pass tap lightly on my door. I’ll take it from there.”

“You little devil! What are you planning?”

“You’ll see,” I replied before turning and going to my room.

About thirty minutes later I heard Grandpa come in and ask dad how his day was. I heard Grandpa in his room next to mine then shortly later dad tapped on my door. I peeked out to see dad head back to the den.

I followed and found dad in the kitchen starting dinner and Grandpa with his back to me talking to dad. I eased up behind Grandpa, also nude myself, and quickly stepped around him saying “Hi, Grandpa,” then quickly began tongue kissing him, catching him totally off guard. Then after the kiss, I quickly dropped to the floor and swallowed his stiffening cock as he looked at dad and said, “What the fuck is going on?”

“Hey, Dad, just relax and enjoy it,” my dad said.

“Brad, did you know he was going to do this?

“I knew he had something planned but I didn’t know what.”

Grandpa didn’t say anything else right then. He just leaned back against the counter and moaned softly. Before long, he began to shake and his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his hot sweet thick creamy load. I eagerly swallowed before standing and kissing him again.

“Okay, Brad, fill me in. When did you find out about him?”

Dad told him about the previous weekend and how I’d seen him in bed with the other guy and about our weekend together.

Smiling, grandpa said, “Mark, my boy, two can play this game,” and quickly knelt and began sucking me. As he did I motioned for dad to come over and sit on the counter. He did and while Grandpa sucked me dry, I sucked dad to a climax.

When it was over, Grandpa looked at dad and said, “Brad, damned if I don’t think he sucks better than you and you have more experience.?

We all had a good laugh and prepared dinner together. After eating and washing up the dishes, we went to the den and began a three way.

The main objective was for Grandpa and I to have the pleasure of fucking each others ass. It was so fucking hot to feel both my dad and granddad shooting their loads up my ass or down my throat.

Every weekend we had wild sex. During Christmas holidays, my dad’s brother, Uncle Jack and his son, Josh, came to visit. Josh was seventeen and a senior in high school.

Dad had said they were due on the twenty-third. On the night of the twenty-second, as the three of us were having sex on the den floor, Uncle Jack and Josh walked in on us. I found out that dad had it all planned to embarrass me.

Once the shock was over of having them see us sucking each other, they quickly stripped and joined in. Dad, Jack, and Grandpa watched as Josh and I sucked and fucked each other. That night we all had sex with each other sucking and fucking. I found it hot to be doing my uncle and cousin.

After Josh graduated high school he came to state and we became room mates. Jack got a company transfer back home and moved in with dad and Grandpa.

Of course, Josh and I sucked and fucked each other daily as well as others we met on campus.

When we went home, it was an all out five man orgy, and we all loved it.

Josh doubled up on his classes and we graduated together. We found employment together with the same company back home. By then, Josh and I had become lovers and Dad, Jack, and Grandpa were thrilled. It wasn’t long before Dad, Jack, and Grandpa announced to us that they were all three lovers.

Our family get together’s on weekends are awesome. We love them.

THE END

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Josh had been my best friend since our freshman year of high school. Both of us were on the shy and reserved side and told each other things we’d never tell anyone else.

One Saturday we were walking out in the woods near our homes and got to talking about sex. We both admitted we were still virgins and the only sex we had experienced was jerking off almost daily.

We sat by a stream and decided to jerk off together. This became a regular thing with us. During the week, we’d do it at one of our homes after school and before our parents got home. On weekends, we’d go out in the woods a couple times a day and jerk off, seeing who could shoot first or who could shoot the farthest.

Then, during the summer between our sophomore and junior years, something happened.

We had both turned sixteen and thought we were older that our years. We went into town one Saturday to see a sci-fi movie at the local theater. We always sat all the way up in back on the last row since it was always empty up there and we could whisper during the movie.

About half way through the movie, Josh said he had to pee and headed for the restroom. he was gone longer than expected and when he returned, I expected him to ask what had happened while he was gone.

Instead, he sat down quietly and only half way watched the movie. Leaning over to him I asked, “What’s wrong?”

He just looked down and shook his head slightly.

Not giving up, I said, “Come on, what up? You can tell me.”

After a moment he whispered, “I just did something in the restroom.”

“What?” I asked.

“I went in and was standing at the urinal peeing and a guy came in and stood next to me. He started looking over at me and playing with his cock. He started getting hard and so did I. He told me how nice mine looked and said he’d give me twenty dollars if I let him suck me. We went into the last stall and I let him.”

“Damn, man, no way! Really? What did it feel like?”

“It was awesome. Much better than jerking off,” he replied.

“I wonder if he’s still around?” I asked. “I’d like to see what it’s like.”

“Damn, Mark, you serious?”

“Yea. You did it. I’ll be back.”

I went to the restroom and stood at the urinal. A moment later a guy in his mid twenties came in and stood next to me. He did and said the same things to me, offering to pay me to let him suck me. I agreed and like Josh he took me to the last stall and sucked me off.

I returned to where Josh was sitting and as i sat down Josh asked, “Was he there?”

“He came in right after me and he said the same thing to me and we went into the last stall. You were right, it was fucking awesome.”

On our walk home we talked and both admitted that we enjoyed having it done. Every Saturday, we’d go back, hoping to see the man again but he was only there once more during the summer.

During our junior year, we’d continue going to the stream in the woods and jerking off. One day Josh caught me off guard when he suggested we suck each other.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, we both enjoyed having it done. I just thought we could make each other feel good.”

“Yea, but I’m not sure about doing it,” I said. “You think you could do it?”

“I think so. I’m kind of curious about what it would be like.”

We talked some more and I finally agreed to do it. We decided to lay down and do each other together to make sure the other didn’t chicken out.

We gradually took each others hard cocks in our mouth and began sucking. To my surprise, it wasn’t bad and I found it to be a turn on. Soon, we both climaxed and swallowed. Josh gagged slightly but I took it right down.

After that, I would suck Josh regularly and he would do me occasionally. Before long, however, he was sucking me as much as I was sucking him. We both enjoyed it. It didn’t take long before we were going further and fucking each other regularly.

We continued our sexual escapades throughout our senior year, sucking ad fucking more and more frequently. During our senior year we would go out together and find boys our age or men who wanted sex. We were very active sexually and considered ourselves totally gay.

We graduated high school and decided to enroll in the state college in a larger town a little over an hour away. My parents were divorced and I lived with my dad. Josh and I began working on our parents trying to convince them to share the expense of a small apartment for us rather that live in the dorm or commute.

It was a chore trying to convince them but we kept at them.

My twenty year old brother, Brad, was due home on leave from the Marines, and I had plans to enlist him in convincing dad.

Brad was due home one Saturday for a two week leave. Josh and I knew we’d have to curtail some of our sexual get-togethers while Brad was home.

Deciding to have one hot experience before Brad got home, Josh spent that Friday at my house with us having sex all day.

We were in one of our several hot sixty-nines, when I noticed Brad standing in the doorway of my bedroom watching us. Josh and I jumped up trying to cover ourselves, even though Brad had definitely seen us in action.

“You’re not due home until tomorrow,” I blurted out, not knowing what to say.

“Hey, Bro, I made it in a day early and it’s obvious you weren’t expecting me.”

“Brad, please, don’t tell dad what you saw,” I managed to get out.

Josh and I began reaching for our clothes when Brad said, “Hey, man, I don’t plan on saying anything to anyone. And there is no need to get dressed. In fact, I was planning on shucking my clothes and joining you.”

“What?”

“Look, Mark, you’re not the only one in this family that likes man sex,” he said as he began removing his fatigue uniform.

Soon, Brad was nude and his big cock was rock hard. He came over to the bed and leaned toward me saying, “How about a hot hello kiss for your big brother?”

He pressed hos lips to mine and offered his tongue. I immediately responded and our tongues explored each others mouth. after the kiss he gave Josh one also. Then smiling he said, “I want to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

He laid me back and after grasping my cock, he swallowed it all and began sucking me. Soon, I gave him my load and after collecting it all he smiled at me and swallowed.

“Ummm. Just as tasty as I thought it would be,”he said.

He kissed me again and turned to Josh and began sucking him. As he did, I swallowed his cock and quickly brought him to a roaring climax. After i had swallowed hos load and he had swallowed Josh’s, he smiled at us and said, “This is one leave I know I’m going to enjoy. With the military the way they are about gays, I have to be extremely careful about having sex. I do without most of the time.”

We had more sex with Brad fucking my ass and me fucking him. It was awesome having sex with my own brother.

Before he joined the Marines, he had several girlfriends and I figured he was straight. When I asked him about it he laughed and said it was all a cover-up to hide the fact he was gay. He said he and a couple others from his football team were gay also and they’d get together for sex after taking the girls home after a date.

Josh headed home shortly before dad was due home and Brad and I dressed and waited for him, Brad back in his fatigue uniform.

Looking at him in it, I said, “I want to suck you while you’re in uniform. I think it would be hot.”

“No problem bro,” he said.

While we waited, we talked about how each of us got started and decided that we were gay instead of bi. He asked if I had ever fucked pussy. I was honest and said no. Laughing he said, “Well, I have and fucking a man’s ass is ten times better. I’ll never fuck another cunt.”

Dad arrived home and was surprised to see Brad was there. When he asked what we’d been up to we just said catching up on what had been going on.

We went out to dinner and had a great evening. That weekend we talked and caught up on what Brad had been doing and what had gone on in town.

Monday morning dad left for work at his usual time, and moments later Brad was easing into my bed nude, saying, “Bro, I want you all to myself for today.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

We kissed and made out a while before he went down on me sucking me some then sucking my balls and eating my ass. He returned to my cock and sucked me slowly and lovingly. Afterward, I did the same to him.

As we lay there afterward, I asked, “What did you mean yesterday when you said you wanted to do something you had been wanting to do.”

“Mark, I’ve been sucking cock since I was fourteen. When I was sixteen, I saw you jerking off and liked what I saw. I wanted to suck you then but was afraid of what you might think of me. I didn’t want to ruin the closeness we had. As you got older, the more I wanted to suck you.”

“Damn, I wish I’d known.”

“Does dad know anything?” he asked.

“Fuck no!’ I exclaimed. “He’d probably disown me if he knew.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“Does he know about you?”

“Yes, he does and he’s cool with it. I really think you need to tell him.”

“Brad, I just can’t,” I said.

He just looked at me and smiled. Then seconds later, he began eating my ass again when I told him to fuck me. He did then I fucked him. We spent most of the day in bed having sex.

Tuesday, Brad, Josh and I went riding around, and later, Josh and I took Brad to our spot out in the woods next to the creek where we went skinny dipping and had sex on the bank.

Wednesday, Dad left for work and Brad again came to my bed. We kissed and made out a while before going into a hot sixty-nine. As we were going at it, we suddenly heard a voice say, “May I join in?”

I jumped and turned to look at the door. There stood Dad, totally naked and his cock hard. I saw Brad smile then say, “it’s fine with me.”

Dad walked over and tongue kissed me then Brad, as he fondled both our cocks.

After the kiss, dad quickly began sucking my cock and I looked questioningly at Brad.

“Now you understand why I said you should tell him? I did it for you.”

I smiled and just said “Thanks.”

Brad watched as dad sucked me off and swallowed then I watched as Dad sucked Brad dry. Afterward, Brad looked at me saying, “I’ve had him many times. Why don’t you take care of him this time?”

I quickly went down and began sucking my dad’s hard cock, soon hearing him breath heavier as he neared his climax. Seconds later, i was rewarded with a huge thick load of his cum which I eagerly swallowed.

As we all lat together dad said he called in and took the day off. We spent the day having sex. It was so hot having my dad fuck my ass and me fuck his.

I found out that he and Brad started having sex when Brad came in and found him having sex with another guy while I was spending the night at Josh’s house. Brad said he was seventeen then.

The two weeks Brad was home was filled with dad and sons sex. Dad agreed to let Josh join in a few times.

Knowing Josh was gay also, Dad realized why Josh and I wanted to get an apartment and agreed to talk to Josh’s parents.

We were room mates throughout college. On weekends we’d go home and dad and I would have sex. Brad completed his tour of duty with the Marines and came home and became a local city police officer, living at home with dad. after graduation, dad got me a job in the finance department of the company he worked for. I lived at home also.

At home we lived nude and would have sex whenever we wanted with whoever we wanted. It was a fantastic relationship and lasted for years.

THE END

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“Boyfriend?” My manager Lisa asked

“Yes! Girl yes!!! He asked me out over the weekend”

Lisa seem less than thrilled since she had been trying to get me to date her brother for the past few months. He is a cuttie don’t get me wrong. After wasting time at work and joking around with Lisa I decided that I should text Landon since I hadnt talked to him all day. He started to tell me how he missed class because his car broke down. I told him that this weekend we where going to find him a new ride. After work I had class. My teacher told us that we had to do a review over a restraunt. So I called Landon and told him that I would be over soon to pick him up. Once I arrived to his house he was standing outside in some blue sweat pants and a black wife beater. I was so excited to see him.

“Hey babe.” I said

“Hey, whats up?!

“Nothing much, I have to go home and get a shower do you want to go out for dinner later? I have to do a review and there is a new spot downtown called Raveman.”

“Sounds fun let me run in and grab some clothes to wear!”

When he got back we went to my house. He came in and undressed.

“Uh..” I said…Oddly

“We are taking a shower right?”

The way the sun was peaking in to the room made him look like a greek god! Musculer and hairy with his soft dick perched on his balls. I was drooling. He was magnificant his brown eyes glistend in the light.

“Yeah!!”

“Good I need one hahahaha” He chuckled

We made our way to the bathroom, while the water was gettin warm he reached over and grabbed my head and started to kiss me. I put my hands on his ass and started to massage his perfct cheeks. We got into the shower and statred to lather each other up. He started to get hard and so did I. I wanted to save it for later so I drew back and said…

“Later”

He nodded and we rinsed off. When we got out and got all dyed off. After getting dressed we set out to the restraunt. Raveman was a prehistoric/disco prodomantly gay spot. We got in and took our seats and there was so many things to choose from on the menu. I decided to get the Ass’Kicking Chicken and Fries, Landon got a House salad. We both got wine. The scene was good there where gay couples all around. While taking notes and such I noticed a cute couple sit down next to us. One of them had blonde hair, he was very sexy. About 6″1′ and had a athletic build. The other about 5″8′ he on the other hand was very cut and musculer with black hair, his shirt was unbuttoned a bit so that you could see his patch of fur.

“Hi there” the blonde one said to us

“Hi” we replied

“I’m Kyle this is my boyfriend Landon” Boyfriend still excited

The shorter hairy looked up and said

“Im Nico and this is Kevin. Nice to meet you.” He said

“Nice to meet you all as well” I smiled

“You all enjoying your meal?” Landon said

“Yes its quite well, quite well indeed” Kevin replied

“Yeah Kyle here is writing a review for his Food Lit class, My man here is going to be a cheff!”

“He is so sweet, if you dont mind can I use your all’s input in my review. I may get some extra credit for someones opioion”

“We dont mind at all. Would you all like to join us at our place for some drinks later?” Nico asked

“Sure we dont have anything else planed for the night, I’m sure”

Landon said and looked at me, I shruged my shoulder and said

“Nothing at all we would be delighted, thank you for letting me use your input on the restraunt in my paper its the least we can do!”

We got into our cars and Landon and I followed them to there apartment. It was downtown in a very nice building.

“This is a nice place you all have” I said

“Thank you” They said at the same time and chuckeld

Nico went over to the fridge and grabbed out some beers, then turned on some music. After conversing and a few drinks Landon gave me a look, And I looked down and saw what time it was. We looked over and Kevin had his hands on Nico’s chest and was playing with his curly fur. Nico grabbed his face and started to make out with him. I started to get a little turned on by it and Landon could tell so he started to kiss me. Kevin stuck his hand down Nicos pants and I could see that he was hard. Nico unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick he was about 8″ and Kevin started to blow him. Landons pants quickly rose so I took the same approach that Kevin took and took out Landons dick and started to suck it. Nico started to undress Kevin I couldnt belive this was happening. Nico soon started to undress himself the where both naked and then Kevin got on Nicos lap and started to ride his dick. Landon took off his pants and I took off mine. Landon was strong so got on his lap and started to ride his cock his muscles started to get tense and I started to kiss him and I started to moan. Nico stood up and bent Kevin over and started to drive his asshole Kevin was moaning louder and louder. Landon then stood up but I didnt get off his lap he was holding me. He put my back aginst the wall and I stood up he started to suck me, I was so aroused that I came quick. Kevins moans stoped but Nicos started Kevin was rimming his ass then he stuck his hard cock in Nicos ass. Landon bent me over and started to fuck me. He was turned on I could tell. It hur a little I started to moan louder and louder, so did Nico. It became a compitition for Landon and Kevin to see who could make their lover moan the loudest. Nico started to yell

“Fuck me, Fuck me!! Ah give it to me”

Landon started to ram me!

“Ahhh yes, yes! Fuck me! Harder harder! FUCK ME LANDON!!!!” I let out a loud moan!!!

Kevin let out a moan.

“Ahhh ohhh” He came

Soon Landon jerked me close to him and blew his load in my ass. He tusted and poudned his huge cock into my ass with each blow!!

As we all got dressed, Kevin looked up and said

“You guys are fun, brave to! We have got to hang out again soon”

Nico nodded

“Maybe a foursome next time” Nico implied

“Maybe, we will”

Landon said then he kissed me, as we said our goodbyes to our new found friends I was kinda glad to be going home and getting to lay down and relax with the man that I love.

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